Laurie’s hair swirled in her face and she found herself encased in big strong arms, and a raspy masculine face brushed her cheek as the man’s mouth found hers through the curtain of hair. His tongue teased her lips but she turned her face away as she pushed against his chest.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as he loosened his hold, but didn’t let her go. Then he pushed back the hair covering her face. “Oh, shit.”
“‘Oh, shit’ is right,” a woman said from behind her. “What are you doing, Rip?”
The man named Rip released Laurie and she scurried back, then he glanced at the woman in the doorway. She simply stared at him with an amused smile.
“Raven, I thought it was you. Those are your jeans with the rhinestones on the pockets.”
Raven pushed herself from the doorway and stepped forward.
“Because my ass looks like any other woman’s in those jeans.” She circled around behind Laurie. Then she smiled.
“Okay, if you think my ass is as great as that, you’re forgiven.” She stepped into Rip’s arms and kissed him, then he pulled her tighter and deepened the kiss.
Laurie just stood frozen to the spot. She was still trembling from being dragged into the bedroom with yet another rough biker. The fact that it had been a case of mistaken identity didn’t alleviate the rush of adrenaline through her.
Finally, the couple parted and the woman gazed at her, then stuck out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Raven.”
Laurie took the offered hand and shook it.
Raven nudged the man beside her, who had slipped his arm around her waist. “And this crazy man is Rip.”
Rip held out his hand, but Laurie couldn’t bring herself to take it. He drew it back.
“Sorry about the kiss. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.
Laurie pushed her shoulders back. “I wasn’t scared.”
Raven grinned. “You’re probably hungry. Shock makes a mean omelet and I smell bacon. Why don’t you go ahead down? We’ll be along later.”
Laurie nodded, then left the room. As she walked down the hall, they closed the door and from the way they’d looked at each other, she had no doubt about what the couple would be doing in there.
They didn’t seem to be worried about her escaping, but why should they, knowing others were downstairs.
She started along the dark-stained oak hardwood floor toward the stairs again, her heart thumping. It had been dark when Wild Card had brought her in last night, but she remembered that on the main floor the stairway was a short straight path from the door. She took the first few steps down the solid wood stairs. She could see the entryway and the front door ahead. The stairway was wide, but closed on either side.
She clung to the smooth, wall-mounted wood railing as she continued. As she approached the bottom, she peered around. There was a large room with big sunny windows to the left and a small hall with a couple of doorways on the right. She could smell bacon from that direction.
Maybe the others were in the kitchen eating.
As quietly as she could, she hurried toward the door, then reached for the knob.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Steele’s commanding voice stopped her in her tracks. She couldn’t see him, but his voice came from the big, bright room on her left.
“Come in here and sit down,” he said.
Defeated, she turned away from her possible escape.
Wild Card, the man who had kidnapped her last night and brought her here, came out of the room and walked toward her. He wasn’t as tall as Steele, but he was still intimidating, towering over her. She still remembered leaning against his big, hard chest, his arm around her waist as they had sped through the night on his motorcycle. And how frightened she’d been.
And still was.
She drew in a breath.
“You okay?” His hazel eyes were warm and concerned.
She shook her head. “I’ve been kidnapped and brought here against my will, and I’m being held captive.” She stared up at him with as much defiance as she could muster. “So, to answer your question, no, I’m not all right.”
Instead of looking apologetic, he simply held her gaze. “I know you don’t like the situation you’re in, but I’m not sorry about bringing you here. Have you thought about what would have happened if I hadn’t come along and gotten you away from that asshole?”
A shiver shuddered through her.
“That guy was going to hurt you,” he continued, “and you know that. I couldn’t let that happen.”
He gestured toward the other room and she walked toward it.
As soon as she stepped into the big room, filled with sunshine from the huge windows overlooking a glittering lake, she was aware of Steele. He sat in a big armchair, his booted foot resting on the wooden coffee table with wrought-iron trim in front of him as he stared outside, sipping from a steaming mug.
The blended décor continued through the rest of the house, with the log walls and heavy wooden cabinets and shelves, and the latest electronics tucked into place in the rustic furniture. The upholstered furniture was big and comfortable looking, in earth tones.
“You can sit at the table. Shock is making you some breakfast,” Wild Card said as he followed her.
Laurie walked to the dining table at the far end of the room and sat down.
“Coffee?” Wild Card picked up a thermal jug and poured steaming coffee into one of several empty mugs sitting on the table.
Laurie nodded, her throat too choked up from memories of last night and the way Donovan had treated her. And the realization that if this man hadn’t shown up, Donovan would have hurt her. If he’d stopped even pretending to be civilized, she was sure he was capable of raping her, beating her … hurting her badly. And with his money, he would make any potential consequences just go away.
Wild Card pushed the filled mug toward her, then poured another. Laurie poured cream into her cup, then added a spoonful of sugar and stirred. As she lifted the cup, the aroma helped draw her from her dark thoughts. When she took a sip, her taste buds danced at the delightful flavor.
Wild Card smiled. “Yeah, the people who own this place have great taste in coffee.”
Her gaze darted to his. “Did you break into this house?”
“No,” Steele said. “A friend arranged for us to stay here.”
A few minutes later, another tattooed man came into the room with a plate of food. He had the darkest brown eyes she’d ever seen, with an even darker rim around the edges. His hair was thick and wavy, long on top and cut tight at the sides, accentuating his ruggedly handsome face. On his bicep was a bright-colored star tattoo. As he walked closer, she realized that there were two dragons—one red, one blue—framed in the star, facing each other, each with a claw on a single sphere between them.
He walked toward the table and smiled.
“Hi. My name’s Shock.” He placed the plate in front of her. “I hope you like western omelets.”
She glanced at the perfect half-moon-shaped omelet with two strips of bacon lying beside it and a sprig of parsley. It smelled heavenly. Who knew a rough-and-tumble, badass biker could cook. And with such a flourish.
She nodded. “Thank you.”
Shock poured himself a cup of coffee and sat beside Steele.
Laurie ate in silence. She could only manage half of the omelet and didn’t even touch the bacon, before she pushed away the plate. She glanced at Steele, still taken aback at his stunning good looks. Her gaze shifted to Shock then to Wild Card, who sat across the table from her. He watched her but didn’t say anything.
She drew in a deep breath. “So what happens now?”
Wild Card pulled her plate toward him and grabbed a strip of bacon. “Well, since Shock cooked, I guess I’ll be doing dishes.”
She pursed her lips. “How long are you going to keep me here?”
“That’s a good question,” Steele said. “One I don’t have an answer for.”
Her stomach tightened. What did they want from her?
The sound of footsteps hurrying down the stairway and a woman laughing interrupted the flow of questions swirling through her brain. Raven burst around the corner followed by Rip. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him, then drew her into a deep kiss. She wore an oversized T-shirt and nothing else and when his arm tightened around her waist, the hem of the garment hiked up and Laurie assumed they’d all get a good view of lacy undies, or maybe bare flesh if Raven was wearing a thong, but the flash of red fabric under the shirt covered the essentials.
“I’m going into town to pick up the list of groceries Shock asked for,” Rip said. “Anyone else want anything?”
“If cream’s not on the list, add it,” Steele said.
“And more beer,” Shock added.
“Cream and beer. You got it.” Rip kissed Raven again. “You be good.”
Raven grinned. “Oh, I’ll be better than good. I’ll be exceptional.” She glanced at the men in the living room. “Right guys?”
“She’s always been exceptional when I’ve been with her,” Shock said with a grin.
“Me, too,” said Wild Card.
Rip chuckled then kissed her again. “I’ll see you when I get back.” He strode to the door and went outside.
“I’m going for a swim.” She smiled enticingly. “Anyone want to join me?”
“Not me,” Wild Card said. “I’m on cleanup duty.”
“And I’m resting up after slaving over a hot stove,” said Shock.
“Steele?”
He shook his head. “Maybe later, Rave.”
Her gaze slid to Laurie, but then flickered away. “Okay, you know where to find me.”
She walked to a big cupboard by the window and pulled out a beach towel, then slipped out the front door. Laurie watched her through the big window facing the driveway as she trotted along a grassy path heading toward bushes, instead of toward the beach they could see from the window facing the lake.
Wild Card picked up Laurie’s plate and the two empty mugs, then headed out of the room. Long moments passed and no one said anything.
Laurie sat impatiently, wondering what to do next. The two men seemed happy to just ignore her. Shock had picked up a book and was reading while Steele just gazed outside.
She stood up and walked across the room, having to pass behind the men sitting on the couch.
“What are you doing?” Steele asked.
“Nothing.”
She kept moving toward the front of the house. He stood up and followed her. Her heart thumped, but she walked toward the entrance, and the front door.
She reached for the doorknob.
“Where are you going?”
She gripped it and hesitated. “Nowhere.”
He said nothing more, so she turned the knob.
“You said you weren’t going anywhere.”
She glanced at him. “I just want to go outside.”
“No.”
“But I—”
“No.” His tone was sharp this time.
She drew in a deep breath and sighed. “You’re treating me like a child.”
His lips turned up in a grin, wiping away the severe expression of a moment ago. “Maybe I should spank your bottom.”
She drew in a deep breath as she stared at him. The thought of his big hand smacking across her bare behind sent a shudder through her that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. A confusion of need and anxiety swirled through her. She didn’t know what to make of her own response.
His expression turned serious again. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not really going to punish you.”
Her throat tightened and she dropped her gaze to the floor, then stepped back from the door.
* * *
Damn, the trapped frightened look in her eyes tore at Steele’s heart. Clearly, she didn’t believe him. And why should she? They had brought her here against her will, and now they wouldn’t let her go. She had no reason to trust him. And given how her boyfriend had treated her in the parking garage, she had no reason to trust any man.
A question sprang to his mind. Had that bastard of a boyfriend mistreated her before? And how badly?
“Laurie, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise you that. Nor will anyone else here. You’re under my protection.”
She nodded again. “I just … want to go outside,” she said in a stilted voice. “I need fresh air. And exercise.” She drew in a deep breath, her hands clenched at her sides. “I just want to go for a walk.”
He grinned. “Now you sound like a dog.”
“Does that mean you’re going to put me on a leash?” she asked, her eyes flashing.
He almost thought she was joking to lighten the mood, but the haunted look in her eyes told him maybe she was talking from experience … and not a pleasant one.
He gazed at her, assessing. It wasn’t right to keep her locked up in here. The sun was shining outside. It was a beautiful summer day, meant to be enjoyed in such a stunning location.
Wild Card appeared from the kitchen and walked toward them. “Why don’t I go for a walk with her?”
Steele glanced at her, wondering how she’d feel about that since Wild Card was the one who had kidnapped her, but her expression gave nothing away. Well, that was the choice she was given. Go with Wild Card, or stay here.
“Okay, but under one condition.” He was not going to chance her running off. He could tell she was just as headstrong as his sister Chrissy had been, and would defy him just for the sake of it, so until he could convince her she was better off staying here, he had to take every precaution to protect her.
* * *
Laurie’s stomach tensed as the door swung open, revealing the gravel road leading to the cabin. The damned man had handcuffed her to Wild Card, which had dashed her hopes of finding a way to slip free and disappear down that path.
She stepped outside, Wild Card by her side. She breathed in the fresh air, enjoying the sunshine on her face and naked arms. There were three big motorcycles parked in the gravel area by the house. The man named Rip had gone into town, so there was one bike for each man in the house, but not one for Raven.
If Laurie could figure out how to drive one of the big machines, maybe at some point she could use one to escape, but even if she could slip away from her escort, they would hear her start it up, and they would be able to easily chase her down. Either way, she’d probably be killed trying to ride one of those things any distance. And she didn’t even know how to start one, or even if they needed a key like a car.
“The place where Raven went to swim is over that way.” Wild Card pointed to a path that disappeared through the trees as he fell into step beside her. “There’s a beach out in front of the cabin, but she found a quiet, secluded spot she likes. She’s probably still swimming if you want to join her.”
“What about these?” she asked, hoping he’d suggest taking them off.
He shrugged. “They can get wet.”
Disappointment washed through her, but she would dearly love to go for a swim on this beautiful day. She loved the water.
“I don’t have a bathing suit,” she said.
He grinned. “That never stopped Raven.”
Laurie stiffened.
“Oh, no, look … I wasn’t suggesting anything. Like Steele said, no one here’s going to hurt you in any way. I just meant you could swim in your … uh…” Finally, he just shook his head. “Never mind.”
She held her silence as they walked along the grass.
He sighed. “I really am sorry you’re stuck here when you don’t want to be.”
She nodded. “You’ve already explained that.”
She didn’t want to hear him tell her again that he’d done it for her own good. She didn’t want to think about the fact she had a boyfriend who wanted to hurt her. And she didn’t want to think about the fact when she went back, he would find her and make her pay for embarrassing him. And defying him.
A cell phone rang and Wild Card pulled it from his pocket. “Yeah?” He glanced toward the house. “Okay, I’ll go find him and call you back.” He glanced at Laurie as he slipped the phone back into his pocket. “We have to go back in the house.”
She gazed at him with pleading eyes. “No, please, just a little longer.”
“I have to find Steele.”
“Just let me stay out here until you get back.” She glanced around and pointed to a deck along one side of the house with a hot tub. “You could handcuff me to the railing.”
He glanced at the wooden railing and gazed at her, then reached in his back pocket.
“Okay.” He led her to the deck, which was only a few steps up and unlocked his cuff and fastened it around the first post at the bottom of the stairs.
“I’ll be right back.”
He shoved the key in his back pocket, but as he walked away, she noticed that it had actually fallen to the ground. It landed on the grass, so it made no sound.
Wild Card disappeared into the house. She stood frozen for a moment, overjoyed at her good luck. She had intended to try and find a way to break the post, or kick it from the railing and pull the cuff free, which was a long shot, but now she didn’t have to.
She leaned over and tried to reach the key, but it was a little too far away. She stretched out her leg and was able to pull it closer, then pick it up and unlock the cuff.
She sucked in a deep breath, thrilled at her newfound freedom, then hurried toward the path leading to the bushes. Wild Card had said that Raven was swimming in a secluded spot. They probably wouldn’t expect her to go in that direction, since he’d told her Raven had gone this way, but even if they did, she hoped she could slip past where the woman was swimming and disappear into the woods.
She didn’t relish fighting her way through the brush, wild animals possibly about, but she knew if she stayed to the road, they would find her right away.
Her heart hammered as she approached the bushes, then sighed in relief as she stepped out of sight of the cabin. The path was merely a balding strip through the grass, worn down by people continually treading on it.
The trees weren’t very dense so she easily made her way along the path. She headed toward thicker brush ahead, feeling far too visible here. She needed to be out of sight, and she needed somewhere to hide once they found out she was missing.
Once she reached the bushes, rather than relaxing, her heart pounded faster. She was really doing this. Trying to escape the big, tough bikers who had kidnapped her.
Soon she saw the glitter of water through the trees ahead. As she drew nearer, she saw a flash of red. When she looked closer, she realized it was a red bikini, abandoned on the small strip of sand at the water’s edge. She looked out in the water and saw Raven sitting on a rock in the water, her bare breasts visible above the surface.
Oh, God, how could the woman just discard her bathing suit like that and expose herself with all these men around?
She drew in a deep breath and decided she should be able to slip by and continue through the woods without the woman seeing her, but as she continued along the path, Raven pushed herself from the rock and slipped into the water, which was only to her waist it turned out, then started walking toward the shore. Laurie scooted along the path faster, wanting to get past where Raven could see her before she reached the shore.
“Hey, bitch.”
Laurie froze in her tracks. The male voice, which sent a shudder of dread through her, wasn’t familiar. And it wasn’t close to her. She ducked down, but kept moving closer to the lake, being careful to stay hidden. As she got closer, she saw a big man with short-cropped hair and a fringe of whiskers along his chin standing on the shore, wearing tight jeans and a black tank top that revealed his muscular shoulders and bulging arms, both covered in a tribal tattoo design.
Raven glanced at the tall, broad-shouldered man and her eyes narrowed.
“We’ve been looking for pussy,” he said, as he unzipped his pants.
We? Horrified, Laurie glanced around her, worried she’d see other bikers closing in on her. Were they from a rival gang?
Raven backed farther into the water, covering her naked breasts with her hands. But a man, who seemed to come from nowhere, stepped behind her and grabbed her arms.
“Oh, now, don’t go covering those pretty breasts of yours.”
The second man, who must have slipped into the water from the other side of the inlet, forced her arms behind her, thrusting her big breasts forward, the nipples puckered and hard.
He had waded into the water still in his jeans and T-shirt. The sleeves had been torn off, revealing arms just as bulging and inked as his friend’s. His dark brown hair was cropped short on the sides and longer on the top, combed back from his face like a modern-day James Dean and looking every bit as untamed.
Laurie’s heart pounded. A desperate need to escape her captivity still pulsed through her with every beat of her heart, but she couldn’t leave Raven to these men. She needed to get help.
She turned and started to race back along the path. Adrenaline pumped through her and she panted as she flew as fast as she could. She pushed through the bushes, still only halfway back to the cabin, and wham! She slammed into a solid, masculine chest. Steele’s arms came around her, stopping her from tumbling to the ground. She gasped and stared up at his angry face.
As she tried to catch her breath, she realized Wild Card was nowhere to be seen. She pointed toward the lake, but he grasped her shoulders, scowling.
“There you are. I didn’t know where the hell you’d gone. What were you thinking running off like that?” His eyes flashed with anger. “From now on you don’t get out of my sight. Mine or whoever I assign to watch you. Do you understand?”
Without thinking she nodded. “But—”
“No, buts. You would never have made it back on your own. Don’t you know there are bears around here? And wolves.”
“I mean … Raven…” She pointed to the lake. “She’s in trouble.”
“What?” A look of concern crossed Steele’s face. “What kind of trouble?”
She grabbed his arm, her fingers curling around his solid, reassuring muscles, to pull him with her. He followed, pushing through the bushes with her.
“There are these two men.” She had to run to keep up with his long-legged stride. “They’re … um … assaulting her.”
“Fuck.” He drew his hand free and raced ahead of her. She ran as fast as she could to keep up, but he disappeared through the trees. She was just thankful that he would get to Raven quickly.
He would know what to do.
But when she caught up with him, he just stood by a large tree staring out over the water.
Laurie gazed at the sight of Raven, still standing naked in the water, one man only a foot in front of her and the other still holding her arms trapped behind her.
The man in front of her stepped closer. “Now suck my cock, bitch.”
“And what if I don’t want to?” Raven challenged.
The man behind her slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against his body, his muscular forearm brushing against the undersides of her naked breasts.
“No is not an acceptable answer.” He pressed his hand to the top of her head and pushed her downward. She sank to her knees in front of the other man who then pressed his cock to her lips.
To Laurie’s total surprise, Raven wrapped her hand around the big erection and opened her mouth, then took it inside.
“Aren’t you going to do something?” Laurie murmured to Steele.
“I am. I’m watching.”
Shock vaulted through her. She hadn’t known Steele very long, and even though he’d kidnapped her, or at least, his man Wild Card had, she’d felt he was honorable and protective of his people.
Yet here he was, simply watching while these two men forced Raven to pleasure them.
Raven glided her lips up and down the man’s big member while the man behind her cupped her breast and stroked.
The man whose cock was in her mouth groaned. “Oh, fuck, Rave. Suck it.”
Then he threw his head back and groaned his release. Raven drew back and licked her lips then stood up and turned to the other man.
Laurie’s jaw dropped as she realized Raven knew these men.
“Now that I’m finished with Dom, where’s that delicious cock of yours, Magic?” Raven asked, a salacious smile on her face.
“Right here and waiting for your talented mouth, love.”
“Ah, you sweet talker.” She started to sink to her knees again, but he tugged her into his arms and kissed her with passion.
When he released her, she laughed and sank down in front of him, then grasped his rigid cock and stroked it.
“She’s cheating on Rip?” Laurie finally asked when she found her voice.
Steele shrugged. “It’s not really cheating. There’s an understanding.”
“An understanding?” she echoed.
“Raven is Rip’s woman. But he shares her with us.”
Yet again, shock gripped Laurie at the realization that Raven was shared among all of the men in Steele’s gang, despite the fact she was Rip’s girlfriend.
Laurie couldn’t tear her gaze from the erotic scene unfolding in the water in front of her. She knew she should walk away. Just go back to the cabin right now. She shouldn’t be watching such an intimate scene between the three people, but she couldn’t seem to move.
She was very conscious of Steele standing behind her. So big and masculine.
After a moment, his hand wrapped around her waist and he drew her back against his solid body.
Oh, God, she was so turned on watching Raven’s mouth gliding along the man’s big, hard cock. And knowing the other man had just climaxed in her mouth.
As Laurie watched Raven sucking on the thick shaft with exuberance, she suddenly found herself longing for the touch of a man.
“It’s fucking hot watching them, isn’t it?” Steele murmured against her ear, his breath causing wisps of hair to flutter across her cheek.
She sucked in a breath, startled at the reminder he was standing behind her. Not that she had actually forgotten. How could she, with him so close, and oozing such a strong masculine presence? But she had been trying to ignore it.
She was sure if she turned around and gave him any sign of willingness, he would kiss her. Then he would probably shove her up against the big tree behind them and take her.
Her insides ached at the thought. Right here, right now, she wanted him to. Oh, God, the craving was so intense she could barely stop herself from begging him to touch her.
As if sensing her thoughts, his hand skimmed under her breast.
She gasped, stiffening. She could feel his big erection pressing hard against her behind, only the layers of fabric between his aroused cock and her naked behind. His arm tightened around her and she struggled against the tight band of hard muscle.
His hand slid away from her breast, but he guided her to the big tree trunk and pressed her back against it. “I know you’re turned on. And so am I.”
His mouth found hers and he kissed her with fiery passion. His tongue teased her lips and then pushed inside, thoroughly exploring the inside of her mouth, forcing her lips wide. The thunder of the blood pumping through her veins pounded in her ears. The invasion of his tongue excited her.
She wanted to give in to him, to let him take her.
But she couldn’t.
She pulled her mouth free. “No.” The word came out on a breath of air, her voice filled with panic.
His dark eyes bored through her, assessing. His hand skimmed down her side and for a moment, she thought he intended to take her against the tree after all.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But right now, I need to fuck someone.”
His words confused her. He had her pushed up against the tree, his solid body trapping her against the rough bark, his hard cock pressed tight to her belly, making her knees go weak, yet he said he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want.
Did he think she wanted this?
Oh, God, does it show so clearly in my eyes?
She shook her head. “Steele, please. I—”
But he stepped back, his blazing eyes pinning her to the spot. He pulled handcuffs out of his pocket and slapped a cuff on her wrist, then attached it to a thick, low-hanging branch.
“What are you doing?” she protested, her heart pounding.
“I know I said I wouldn’t let you out of my sight, but right now I fucking need you to stay right here. Do you understand?”
At his commanding tone, she nodded.
He leaned in closer. “And if you find a way to run off this time, I swear to you, I will find you, and I won’t be happy.”
At his words, a tremor shuddered through her.
“Is that clear?”
She nodded, her stomach tight.
Then she watched as he turned around and headed toward the water, stripping off his T-shirt as he walked.
His torso was sublime, with hard muscles rippling across his broad, sculpted back. A snake tattoo coiled around his bicep then across his chest. As he approached the water, he dropped his jeans and boxers onto the ground, then waded into the water.
Dom was perched on the big rock in the water, Raven sitting between his knees facing away from him as Magic’s cock pushed into her slick opening in a slow, steady thrust.
“Fuck, Steele,” Dom said, staring at Steele walking toward them. “I never get tired of seeing that big monster of a cock you have. And it’s all ready for us.”
Steele stepped close to Magic, then turned around. Laurie’s eyes popped as she saw the incredible size of Steele’s erect cock. She’d never seen anything like it.
Dom reached out and wrapped his hand around Steele’s cock, then began to pump him.
Laurie sucked in a breath. God, that was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Her breasts ached with the need to be touched, so she slid her hand under her top and glided her finger over her hard nipple.
Magic was thrusting into Raven faster and she began to moan.
Laurie couldn’t help herself. She tweaked her nipple, then stroked the other one.
“Oh, God, yes.” Raven gasped and arched against the man fucking her. “Ooooh…” Then she wailed, her face glowing in ecstasy.
Laurie pinched her nipple, aching for a big cock inside her, too.
Magic groaned, then pulled Raven tight. The two stayed locked in their embrace for a moment, then Magic drew back and kissed her.
“You are one sexy fucking bitch.” Magic smiled and tipped up her chin, then kissed her one more time before stepping back.
“I was looking for pussy this time,” Dom said as he released Steele’s giant rod, “but I’ll defer to you, as always, Steele.”
Dom and Raven stood up and Raven leaned over, offering her naked ass to the men.
“Thanks, Dom,” Raven said. “I’m not quite ready to take Steele’s big, sexy monster from the back yet.”
Dom laughed as he stepped behind her and slid his cock into her, gliding a few strokes then pulling out. Laurie was confused about the seeming contradiction, but then Dom pressed his hard cock, glistening with Raven’s slickness, to her ass and slowly pushed forward. Laurie watched with wide eyes as Dom’s hard cock slowly disappeared into Raven.
Laurie’s insides clenched. Donovan had forced her to have anal sex once, but he had been harsh, driving into her before she was ready. He used the act almost as a punishment.
She had tried it before and knew if it was done with consideration and care, it could be a delightful experience, but after Donovan’s rough treatment of her, she would be forever wary of the act.
From the look on Raven’s face, however, she was definitely experiencing delight.
Dom wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her tight against his body, then he turned and sat on the rock. His big hands glided up her body and cupped both her breasts.
“God, I love a woman’s soft breasts,” he said.
Magic chuckled. “And a man’s hard cock.”
“Which yours isn’t right now.” Dom smiled. “But I can fix that.”
As they were talking, Steele stepped toward Raven. She wrapped her hand around Steele’s cock and drew it to her mouth, then kissed the tip.
“You a little frustrated, Steele?” Raven’s tongue swirled over his tip and he groaned. “With a hot woman in your bed last night and no way to release your urges?”
He grasped her head and pulled her toward him, skewering her mouth with his enormous member.
“But I do have a way to relieve it as long as you’re around.”
Raven’s cheeks hollowed and Steele groaned again. Oh, God, it was so hot watching her. Laurie couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Dom’s cock was still inside her ass. Raven wrapped her hand around Steele’s cock and bobbed up and down a few times, then drew back.
“It’s my pleasure, Steele.”
“Fuck, and ours,” Dom said, reaching for Magic’s cock.
Magic stepped forward and Dom took the other’s man’s cock in his mouth, sucking with gusto. Laurie pinched her nipples at the erotic sight of the hard cock inside the muscular, tattooed biker’s mouth.
As Dom sucked Magic’s cock, Steele drew his cock from Raven’s mouth. She leaned back against Dom’s chest, cradled between his thick thighs, and widened her legs.
Laurie’s gaze locked on Steele’s cock, which looked ready to burst. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening—the past twenty-four hours had been absolutely insane. All she knew was that she’d never been so turned on in her life. The ache between her thighs was excruciating. She pinched her nipple again, then unzipped her jeans and slid her hand inside. As the big, hard cock slid into Raven, Laurie slid a finger inside her own slick opening. Oh, God, she was so wet with need.
Steele thrust forward and Raven moaned.
“Fuck, you are always so hot and tight,” Steele said. “I love fucking you, woman.”
Laurie drove her finger inside herself, a little jealous that it was Raven that Steele was talking to and not her.
Steele drew back, then drove forward again.
Hormones raged through Laurie as she watched the scene in front of her. Steele’s massive cock driving into Raven, Dom’s hips pivoting up and down as his cock glided into Raven’s ass, and the whole while, Magic’s big cock sliding in and out of Dom’s mouth.
Magic grabbed Dom’s head, then groaned, jerking against his face. Dom sucked as Magic shuddered against him. Finally, Magic drew away, his wilted cock dropping from Dom’s mouth.
Dom turned to Raven and nuzzled her ear as he and Steele both drove into her. Laurie’s gaze locked on Steele’s face, her fingers stroking over her clit as she watched him fill Raven again and again. The intensity and desire emanating from him filled her with an even greater need. To feel his hands on her. To feel him invade her body with that big, hard cock of his. To feel his arms around her.
Raven began to moan.
“Are you close, baby?” Steele asked.
“Oh, yes. I love both of you fucking me.” Raven’s breathless words sent Laurie’s senses reeling. She wanted to be Raven. To feel what Raven was feeling.
She wanted to feel Steele driving into her.
Steele began to groan and Laurie’s fingertip flickered over her clit, driving her pleasure higher.
Dom groaned, his body tensing as he released inside Raven’s body. Steele kept pounding into her, then groaned and thrust deep.
Laurie’s pleasure peaked, her finger quivering over her sensitive bud, then she gasped as an orgasm claimed her.
Moments later, her eyelids popped open with a start and she gazed around, realizing she was outside, standing against a tree where anyone could happen across her, while she was touching herself intimately.
She tugged her hand from her jeans—actually Raven’s jeans—her cheeks hot. She straightened her clothing and gazed up to see Steele wading from the water. The other three seemed content to swim, but Steele pulled on his clothes and walked through the trees toward her.
His gaze perused her, clearly noting her rosy cheeks and her uncomfortable stance. Could he tell?
If he could, he didn’t say anything about it.
“Let’s go.” He unlocked the handcuffs and took her elbow, then guided her back through the trees toward the house.
For a man who had just had sex, he seemed incredibly tense. He had a tight grip on her arm and he marched her through the woods and toward the cabin with unflinching focus. He opened the door and pressed her into the house, then up the stairs.
Toward the bedroom.
He opened the door and pushed her inside, then closed the door behind him.
At the alarm that flared through her, she reminded herself if he’d wanted to, he could have taken her against the tree only moments ago. But he hadn’t. And even if that hadn’t been so, he’d just had sex with Raven, so he wouldn’t even be ready again so soon.
“Clearly, I can’t trust that you won’t take any opportunity to escape, so my only choice is to keep you locked up.”
She turned to him. “But that’s not your only choice. Why don’t you just let me go?” She licked her lips, wondering if she could convince him. “I won’t press charges if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He scowled. “One, I don’t believe that. And, two, it’s not about what happens to us. The bigger issue is what your so-called boyfriend will do to you once you go back.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “Even if that’s true, you can’t keep me here forever.”
“No, but I can keep you here until your brother gets back into town.”
Her eyebrows rose. “How do you know about my brother anyway?” A knot formed in the pit of her stomach.
“He’s a friend of a friend,” he said.
She frowned, not believing him. “Look, he doesn’t have a lot of money.”
But she knew Craig would do whatever he could to get her back. Even bankrupt his business if that’s what it took.
“I told you last night, I’m not going after your brother for ransom.”
The dark thought rocked through her again that they must realize if they wanted ransom, they could get it from Donovan. He’d pay it. Not because he cared about her, but because he wanted to control her. If he was approached for ransom, he would quietly pay it. Then once he had his hands on her, he would probably lock her in the dungeon he had in his basement and no one would be the wiser. He could do anything he wanted to her. For as long as he wanted.
She felt sick at the thought.
As much as Steele talked of not wanting her to wind up in Donovan’s clutches, was he saying that just to gain her trust? Or if it was true, would the lure of money override that?
Steele scowled. “I don’t want ransom. Fuck, you are a hard woman to convince.”
With that, he turned around and stormed out the door, slamming it behind him.
* * *
Steele plodded up the stairs. The thought of lying beside the hot woman sharing his bed and not being able to do anything about the surge of need that rose in him every time he got close to her had kept him downstairs drinking with the guys far longer than he’d intended. The others had finally all staggered off to bed, leaving Steele nursing his drink alone. He’d finally tossed it back, knowing he had to head to bed eventually.
Now it was very late, and he was tired. Which was just as well. Hopefully, he’d fall into bed and go straight to sleep.
He pushed open the door. The room was dark, except for the dim light of the moon glowing in the window. He could see the rounded shape of the young woman lying in his bed, one arm extended over her head and attached to the bedpost by the handcuffs. He’d had Raven keep her company over dinner, then give her an oversized T-shirt to sleep in and handcuff her again.
He stripped off his jeans and T-shirt, then drew back the covers and slid in beside her. Her back was to him, and he closed his eyes, trying to ignore her soft, warm body so close by, but he couldn’t. His cock swelled at the thought she wore only a thin T-shirt over her naked body. And she was only inches away from him.
He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come. He was tired. Exhausted, actually. He should be able to drift off easily.
But his cock had other ideas. He’d had more to drink than he should have, and maybe he wasn’t thinking as clearly as he should be, but it seemed to him there’d be nothing wrong if he just drew her soft body close to his. He wouldn’t do anything.
And she’d snuggled up to him last night.
He shifted toward her and wrapped his arm around her waist, then drew her close to him. She was warm and soft, and her hair smelled of wildflowers.
* * *
Laurie woke up the minute the door opened. She’d felt him climb into bed behind her. She’d lain very still, hoping he’d just go to sleep, and at first she thought he had, but then he’d moved toward her. His arm slid around her and drew her close.
She tried to keep her body relaxed, hoping he’d think she was asleep. Hoping he’d move away. But when he pulled her a little tighter, she could feel his cock hard against her back and she stiffened. She could smell alcohol on his breath and … oh, God, he was obviously turned on. Was he going to do something about it? Would he … force her?
“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice quavering.
“Fuck, I’m not going to do anything,” he responded, his speech a little slurred. “I keep telling you that. I don’t know why you don’t fucking believe me.”
“Maybe because you’re holding on to me and … well, you’re clearly turned on.”
He cursed under his breath. “Is that a crime? Being turned on?”
He rolled away and got out of the bed, then started pulling on his clothes. He strode to the door and grabbed the doorknob.
“Wait. Before you go…”
“What?” he asked impatiently.
“I … have to go to the bathroom.”
He scowled, but he walked to the dresser and picked up the key to the handcuffs, then walked to the bed and released her wrist. She scooted from the bed and headed to the bathroom. When she returned, he cuffed her again. As he stepped away, she noticed that the cuff around her wrist hadn’t closed as tightly as before.
As soon as the door closed behind him, she grabbed the cuff with her free hand and tucked her thumb into her palm and pulled her other hand against the metal, trying to wiggle it free. She stared at the door, willing him not to come back. After a few moments, with no sign of his returning footsteps, she finally pulled her hand free.
She stood up and peered out the window. She could see Steele walking in the moonlight outside, heading toward the beach. If she could sneak downstairs and get out the front door, which was on the opposite side of the cabin, maybe she could get away.
She pulled on the clothes Raven had brought her earlier, then walked to the door. She pulled it open and peered into the hall. The way was clear, so she slipped from the room and tiptoed down the stairs.
As she stepped toward the door and reached for the doorknob, she saw a shadow in the window. Oh, God, Steele must be returning. She leaped back from the door and scurried into the kitchen. She raced into the room, then peered out the door to the hallway, waiting to see if the front door would open.
If Steele came in, she only had minutes before he realized she’d escaped. As soon as he went up the stairs, she’d hurry and slip out the front door, then disappear into the woods.
“Fuck, it’s good to see you, baby.”
At the sound of Steele’s voice behind her, she gasped, and would have spun around, but his strong arms came around her waist and he pulled her tight to his body. His cock pressed into her back as his lips nuzzled her neck.
She could barely catch her breath. He turned her around and in the shadowy kitchen, claimed her lips. His tongue dove into her mouth, opening her lips wide as he explored her mouth. His tongue swirled inside her, forcing her jaw wider. She could taste the liquor on him.
His hands stroked down her back, then cupped her ass and he pulled her tight to his body, his erection grinding against her sex.
“Baby, I need a good fuck, and I need it now.”
She panicked as she heard the sound of a zipper.
She started to protest, but his lips covered hers again, his tongue demanding. She struggled against the big body pinning her to the wooden door.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Fight me. I like that.” He grabbed a handful of her T-shirt and pulled it from her jeans, then slid his hand underneath and cupped her breast.
His tongue slid into her mouth again, preventing her protest. His hand moved down her side, then he unzipped her jeans. When his big hand slid down her belly, then dipped into her panties, she panicked and struggled harder.
She whimpered against his mouth. In one second, he would know she was wet. She hated it, but being in his arms upstairs, and now his dominant control of her … Was it a sickness that being dominated by a strong man turned her on? Her experience with Donovan should have cured her of that completely.
His finger brushed against her slick folds and she wanted to moan in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
His hand slipped from her slickness and then she felt hot, hard flesh brush against her.
She shook her head until she freed her mouth.
She sucked in a breath. “No, don’t do this. Please.”
“Ah, fuck, Raven. You sure?”
“I’m … not … Raven,” she said between gasps.
His big body, which still pinned her to the door, stiffened. She could feel her own body trembling.
He drew his head back and stared down at her. She could barely see his face in the shadowy room, but in the hint of moonlight she could tell he was frowning.
“Fuck. What the hell are you doing out of the room?” He grasped her shoulders and squeezed. “How did you get out of the cuffs?”
She just glared at him.
His eyes narrowed as he drew back. “So what was your plan? Sneak out in the middle of the night? Try to walk back to town?” He shook her again. “I already told you there are bears out there. And God knows what other kind of predators.”
“You mean like you?”
“I thought you were Raven.” He scowled and grabbed her by the shoulders, then turned her roughly. “Hell, I don’t need to explain to you.”
She zipped up her jeans as he prodded her forward, then he dragged her down the hall and up the stairs. He said nothing until he shoved her into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He flicked on the switch by the door and the lamp came on.
“I should just let you go, right now. Let you figure out whatever mess you find yourself in. There’s no reason me or my men should wind up in trouble because of you.” He grabbed her shoulders and glared at her. “But you’d probably turn us in to the police, and charge us with kidnapping, even though we were only trying to help.” He stared at her. “I really want to just kick your pretty little ass out of here, but I can’t do that.”
He grabbed the key from the dresser and unfastened the cuff from the headboard, then he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him, then snapped the cuff around her wrist.
“Take off your jeans.”
Obediently, she dropped them to the floor, shivering, but not daring to argue with him.
He walked behind her and pushed up the back of her T-shirt. She gasped. He unfastened the hooks of her bra, then walked in front of her again. She stared at him nervously.
“You don’t want to sleep in that thing, do you? Take it off.”
She didn’t want to pull off the T-shirt, then remove the bra because it was clear he wasn’t going to look away, so she wrestled her way out of the first strap by pulling it out the sleeve, then pulling her arm into the sleeve enough to pull the strap over her hand. She freed the second strap, though it was a little harder with the handcuffs dangling from her wrist, then she reached under the shirt and pulled out the bra. Her nipples pushed against the fabric and his gaze flickered to them.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
She sat down on the bed, watching him warily. He clamped his big hand around her uncuffed arm and pulled it over her head, then he grabbed the empty cuff attached to her other wrist and pulled it around a post on the headboard. The cold steel clamped around her second wrist.
He walked to the dresser and shoved the key in the top drawer.
“I tried to be nice before. Immobilize just one of your arms. But if I can’t trust you not to run off in the middle of the night, I’ll have to be more cautious. And less generous.”
He dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, then shed his shirt. His big cock was still swollen, barely contained in his snug boxers.
“Fuck, do you know how hard it is sleeping beside you and not doing anything about it? And you look so fucking sexy lying like that.”
With her arms pulled over her head, her breasts were thrust upward, and with his intense gaze on them, her nipples peaked, pushing against the fabric.
He sank onto the chair facing the bed and pulled his cock free, then wrapped his hand around the considerable length. He began to stroke, watching her, his eyes intense. She couldn’t help staring at the massive shaft as his hand glided up and down, stimulating it. God, if she weren’t his prisoner, she would love to get up and kneel down in front of him, then wrap her hand around it and stroke, just like he was doing now. She’d love to capture that huge cockhead in her mouth and suck. Feel the hard flesh fill her mouth.
Damn, what was wrong with her? Her insides quivered. Oh, God, if he unfastened her cuffs right now and commanded her to sink to her knees in front of him and suck him to climax, then swallow every drop, she would do it. She wanted to do it.
And that’s why she hated herself right now.
She watched transfixed as he picked up his rhythm, pumping himself harder and faster. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing and the sound of skin moving roughly over skin. She felt her own breathing accelerate in time with his bobbing fist. Then he groaned and, as she watched, a stream of white erupted from his cock, then spilled down over his hand, which still jerked up and down. Her insides tightened at the thought of what it would feel like if his cock had been deep inside her when he’d come.
He grabbed a tissue and wiped himself up, then disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned a few moments later, he turned out the light, then climbed into bed behind her.
“Fuck, roll over.”
She started to roll toward him.
“No, the other way. I’m not going to be tortured all night by the sight of those pert breasts of yours pointing at the ceiling.”
He moved close and his arm came around her waist, then he drew her tight to his body.
“With your hands cuffed like that, you’re bound to roll onto your back again when you fall asleep. I don’t want that to happen.”
His arm tightened around her waist and with her arms pulled over her head, she wouldn’t be able to stop him from brushing his hands over her breasts if he wanted to. His big fingers were only inches from them.
And, God help her, she really wanted him to reach up and cup her breasts in his big hands.
Her heart thundered and she waited, but then his deep, even breathing told her he’d fallen asleep.
This man had been responsible for kidnapping her. He kept her trapped in this cabin, and handcuffed to his bed. But he could have taken her anytime he wanted—and he’d definitely wanted to—but he hadn’t.
He seemed to be an honorable man. And she almost believed she could trust him.
And that thinking was exactly why she knew that tomorrow she had to find a way to escape.
* * *
The first thing Laurie sensed was that there was no longer a hard, muscular body behind her. Then she had the feeling someone was watching her. She opened her eyes and found herself staring at the ceiling. Her shoulders ached and when she shifted, she felt the pinch of metal around her wrists.
“I’m sorry about last night,” Steele said.
Her gaze darted to Steele, sitting on the same chair where he’d found his release last night, but this time he was fully clothed, and looked quite intimidating with his bulging shoulder muscles brimming from the very short sleeves of his T-shirt, his snake tattoo coiling down his arm.
He stood up and walked toward the bed, then released her wrists. She lowered her arms slowly against the aching muscles, then rubbed her wrists, ever conscious of his hard, masculine body so close.
“I had too much to drink and downstairs I thought you were Raven, or I never would have…”
She nodded. “I know. I get it. And you were mad that I tried to escape.”
He sighed and stepped away from the bed. “I wish you’d believe me that we’re trying to help you.”
Now that his big, intimidating body had moved away from the bed, she sat up, frowning.
“Most people don’t go this far out of their way to help someone else.”
His gaze caught hers. “I’m not most people.” Then he turned away and walked toward the door.
“Get dressed and come down. Breakfast is almost ready.”
* * *
When Laurie went down to sit at the table, she found that everyone was present. At least, everyone she knew about, including Dom and Magic. Afterward, she helped to clear away the dishes and offered to help clean up. Shock assigned her to do the dishes.
Over the meal, the others had talked about going out for a ride. As she placed a plate in the dish drainer, Steele came into the kitchen.
“We’re all going out except Dom and Magic. They’re staying here to watch you.”
She nodded and placed another clean plate in the drainer. She watched from the kitchen window as the men mounted their bikes. Raven climbed on behind Rip and the bikes roared to life, then they drove off down the long gravel driveway and disappeared beyond the trees. Magic and Dom sat on the deck outside.
Since Steele hadn’t chained her to the kitchen sink, it seemed he trusted she wouldn’t just run off. Of course, with Magic and Dom sitting right there, it wasn’t as if she could slip away without them seeing her. And what would she do if she did get away?
Ten minutes later, she finished the dishes and dried her hands, then glanced out the window again. Dom and Magic were gone. She headed back to the living room and peered into the room.
She saw Dom dealing some cards while Magic took a swig from a beer bottle, a thorny tattoo around his right wrist. Words in script, like an incantation of some kind, spiraled up his arm. His dark brown hair, cropped short on the sides and longer on the top, was tousled today, rather than combed back like he’d worn it yesterday.
Dom picked up his cards. Sunlight glinted from a steel skull ring on his finger. He glanced at his cards and stroked his hand over his scalp, which was covered with short bristly hair. A one-inch scar slashed across his chin, partially covered by the fringe of hair that formed a line along the edge of his chin from temple to temple.
Laurie kept out of view, wondering how long they would play cards before they grew concerned about her whereabouts.
This was her golden opportunity. They were busy and totally heedless of her, assuming she was working on that pile of dishes in the kitchen. She was sure it wouldn’t be too long before they came to check on her, so she had to make her move now.
She tiptoed silently along the hall toward the kitchen, then quietly opened the back door and slipped outside.
She dodged to the left and peered around the house. All but two of the bikes were gone and she didn’t see anyone around. Dom and Magic had a view of the beach, but they wouldn’t see her out here. Still, she moved quickly and headed for cover, straight to the path that led to where Raven had gone swimming yesterday. She raced past the clearing where she had watched Raven with the other men, remembering Steele’s big body pressed to her back, then watching him fucking Raven in the water, right alongside the other two men.
She sucked in air and kept on moving, well aware that there were other paths leading to this place. Dom and Magic had approached the small beach from a different direction than she had. Rather than following one of the worn side paths she saw, once she put a little more distance between her and the cabin, she turned into the woods and headed for the water’s edge, then followed it as best she could.
They’d be less likely to find her here, and if she heard them coming, there were many places for her to duck and hide. And the water should eventually lead her to a road, or another cabin, or something. But her biggest concern right now was to get away from the men who held her captive. Walking along a road would make it far too easy for them to spot her.
She could wait to find a safe haven.
But the going was hard, and several hours later, when she was exhausted from hiking through brush, and hungry, she started to worry.
Then it started to rain. And not just a little. It came down in buckets, soaking her to the skin. The grass was slippery to walk on. She wiped water from her eyes, her aching muscles protesting as she plodded along.
She spotted a clearing ahead. She turned toward it, stepping faster, and found a small parking area, devoid of cars. She’d seen a few of these along the way, but had avoided them. This time, she followed the gravel path leading to the parking area, knowing it would take her to the road.
She approached the road and heard a car go by, and then another. Oh, God, would the bikers be out looking for her in this heavy rain? She stepped toward the trees lining the roadside and peered through them.
Her heart leaped as she saw the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen.
A police car!
It had been stopped on the side of the road several yards ahead, but now it started to pull away. Oh, God, no.
She raced to the roadside and began to wave her arms, but the rain was so heavy, and maybe the driver just wasn’t checking his rearview mirror, because he started driving forward.
She dashed onto the narrow road and ran after him, but water was flooding from the paved surface with the onslaught of rain from the heavens, and her foot slipped on the slick surface, sending her tumbling to the ground. At the same time, the car did a U-turn, and headed in her direction.
Oh, God, if the driver didn’t see her … She tried to scramble to her feet as the headlights approached, then sucked in a breath. But the car stopped.
A tall officer in a slick raincoat stepped toward her.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” he asked, staring down at her with concern in his dark eyes.
“No, officer. I’m not.” Tears welled in her eyes.