Rev
THIS IS THE problem with hostage situations—they go FUBAR, leaving you holding the pieces. Evie’s collateral damage and I don’t like it. Hard Riders MC doesn’t want to hurt her, but Sachs is ours and we’ve got a bigger problem in the form of the Colombian cartel anyhow. Hard to justify putting one person first—no matter how badly I want to fuck her. Nice to see the greater good bite me in the ass.
When Rocker finally calls me, I make him wait before I answer. “You know I’m not gonna talk to you about shit.”
Guess his Colombian buddies haven’t taught him any Spanish yet, because I understand every curse he aims my way.
“I want your word that Eve doesn’t get hurt,” he says.
There’s a pause I don’t try to fill. Let Rocker imagine what could happen to his sister while she’s our “guest.”
“You know I like her,” I say finally. “She’s a great girl.”
“Promise me,” he growls. “There’s shit going on here that’s out of my control. I can tell you that Sachs is safe enough for now, so make me the same guarantee about Eve.”
“You don’t want to demand I set her free immediately?” Have to admit, I’m kind of curious about that.
“The Colombians and I are not BFFs.” He gives a grunt that might have been a laugh. “It’s better she’s not running around on her own.”
“An eye for an eye. You know how I work.” Even as I tell him this, I try to imagine hurting Evie. Epic fucking fail.
Another curse. “I hear you, but that’s my sister. You hurt her, I hurt you back.”
“While Sachs is with you, I keep Evie in my bed. Sooner you let him go, the sooner Evie can get on with her own life.”
Eve
Being kidnapped is actually pretty fucking boring.
Turns out, I’m used to working and panicking about not working just doesn’t fill enough time. Plus, Rev’s underfurnished bachelor pad is not my idea of fun. The man could give Marie Kondo a run for her money in living minimalist because he owns no stuff. No books, no DVDs, no electronics. It’s like he uses the place for sleeping, fucking and nothing else.
The one highlight? The handcuffs are back in his bedside table. I woke up unlocked and I’ve stayed that way. I’d like to think if he tried tying me up again, he’d be in for a world of hurt. That I’d kick, punch and fight my way to freedom. It’s hard to avoid reality, though. He’s big, stronger, and he has a gun. If he wants to cuff me to the bed, he can.
When the door opens, I’m actually relieved.
Yes. I’m that bored.
Rev saunters in, carrying a plastic grocery bag. I’d like to ignore him and the delicious odors emanating from the bag. After all, I’m camped out on his couch because I’m desperate for a change of scenery. Downstairs, upstairs on the bed, or in the bathroom—those are my choices, and this is the safest one. I’m wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tiny pink tank top. Apparently when Vik packed for me, he either overlooked the bra drawer in my dresser or he couldn’t be bothered, because there’s not a bra in sight in my bag. I’m also barefoot because apparently shoes of any kind were also not on the packing list.
I bolt upright. “I have a job. You can’t keep me here.”
He walks right on past me and into the kitchen. The fridge door opens. Shuts. There’s a faint clink as he twists off the top of a Budweiser. I’m not the neatest person in the world—I’m messy and I own it. But Rocker and his friends make me look like Martha fucking Stewart, as do my previous boyfriends. Rev likes things clean. And organized. I don’t have to look to know that his bottle cap has gone straight into the trash.
He reemerges, bottle in hand, and sets the bag on the counter. “Dinner.”
Great. I merit one word.
“How was your day, honey?” I blow him an exaggerated kiss, and score one for me, because his face darkens. “I missed work, thanks to a kidnapping asshole.”
“Eating’s optional,” he growls.
How can he be so thoughtful and such a pig at the same time? And yes, I want to pick a fight with him. I’m missing work, Rocker’s in trouble and something has to give. Surely Rev can’t really keep me locked up here like some kind of medieval hostage. I’m aware that his MC is a law unto itself, but I do have friends—and that job. When you don’t show up at a birthday party, the mom who was left in the lurch with her little darling sobbing her disappointed heart out will track you down and kill you. Plus, I have employees who like their paychecks. Eventually, someone’s going to notice I’m gone.
“Nice to know you’re not planning on starving me.”
“I’m not fighting with you,” he says slowly. “Fight’s with Rocker.”
“So explain to me what’s up with my brother,” I emphasize. “Tell me he’s okay.”
I’ve screwed up before and let Rocker down, but I’ve always had a choice about being there for him or not. This time, however, Rev’s taken that choice away from me. Rocker needs me more than ever, and yet I’m not allowed to go to him?
“You always protect him?” Rev sounds amused, proving he’s not as smart as I think he is.
“You think of your club brothers as family, right?”
He drains half his beer. “Fucking straight.”
“Rocker is my brother. I protect him. I look out for him.”
Rev sets his bottle down. “You can’t fix this for him, princess. He took Sachs.”
“But kidnapping me won’t make Rocker miraculously do what you want. It’s just going to get you sent to the nearest correctional center for ten long years.”
Rev shakes his head. “Keep thinking that all you want, but you might want to spend your time figuring out how to get through Rocker’s head that he’s lost. If he wants you back, he gives Sachs back.”
“What if he doesn’t?” I don’t believe Rev would hurt me, but I’m not so sure about the rest of the Hard Rider club.
Rev gives me a hard look. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, princess.”
After dropping that little bombshell, he strolls up the stairs. A few minutes later, I hear water running.
Fresh out of plans and workable ideas, I try the front door. There’s always the chance that Rev’s gotten sloppy and left the thing unlocked with a getaway car parked out front. Hope’s not a strategy, but it’s all I’ve got.
The door’s not locked, but when I open it, I discover two prospects standing outside. I flip them the bird and the closest one blows me an answering kiss. “Is that a suggestion, sunshine?”
“Fuck you,” I snap. The kisser has a sense of humor worthy of a ten-year-old boy. He leans against the wall, shoulders shaking with laughter.
I march up the stairs and toward the bathroom.
And...hello.
Not only did Rev not lock the door, but he’s whacking off in his shower. It’s pretty damned impressive, and I don’t mean the ink on his arms and down his back. I stand there for a moment, but there’s just so much goddamned Rev to take in. The dick he’s fisting is every bit as thick and long as I remember. The water cascades over him, droplets sliding down his chest and onto powerful thighs. His ass flexes as he hits some sweet spot and groans.
He raises his head and meets my glare. I don’t know why I’m surprised, because Rev doesn’t back down from anything. His club, his place, his rules. He thinks he’s in charge of it all—and me.
“You want to have sex with me now, princess?”
Oh, fuck him.
He did not just say that.
Never mind that it’s the truth—I know a power play when I hear one, which means I absolutely have to have the upper hand.
It’s the principle of the thing.
Rev
Evie steps into the shower fully dressed and drops to her knees.
Jesus.
Not sure if I should cup my balls or say a prayer for my dick.
Narrowed eyes watch me from beneath thick lashes as she leans in and licks the tip. Holy. Fuck. Maybe that should be a prayer of thanksgiving I’m sending up because she owns me right now and we both know it. My body blocks most of the spray as I lean over her, bracing my hand against the slick tile, but she still gets plenty wet. Her top’s fucking transparent in seconds, and given she’s on her knees, she can see firsthand the effect her show has.
She’s got gorgeous tits, the perfect handful with tight little nipples. Not sure why she’s in here with me, but I’m enjoying my view. She licks again, her tongue rimming the head, and I bite back a curse. When she wraps her hand around my dick, I more than meet her halfway. Practically drill myself into her palm, but she just laughs. She’s got a great laugh to go with those tits. Whole damned package is spectacular, but I can’t let her control this moment.
“You gonna suck me or just admire the scenery?”
“You shouldn’t be in such a rush.” Her tongue makes another slow pass around my tip. Gonna fucking blow right there on her lips, mark her mouth and her face. Hit her tits, too.
She’s beautiful.
Then she pulls back, and for a moment I think that’s the whole point of our shower time. Makes sense she’d be out for a little revenge. She’s gonna get to her feet and leave me standing here with my dick out and hard. But then she licks her palms slowly and I almost blow on the spot.
“Dirty girl.” Mean that as a compliment, too.
“Not sure I should agree with you,” she answers and then wraps a hand around my dick and uses me as her very own slip-and-slide. Her free hand cups my tight balls, rolling and touching. Fucking show-and-tell as she sucks me into her mouth until I’m bumping the back of her throat and then somehow she takes that, too, making every wet dream I ever had come true.
And then she runs her tongue down my dick, her teeth lightly scraping sensitive skin, and there’s only room for the two of us in this shower. She sucks and licks, and I’m fucking her mouth sweet and fast, watching her pretty pink lips form the dirtiest O around me. Don’t know how she went from pissed off to this.
She drives me crazy, sucking harder and picking up her pace. Blow job’s not a job and she knows it. Rough sounds tear from the back of my throat, filling up the space around us, and my hands fist her hair, guiding her down. I’m so close, so fucking ready to fill her mouth with my load.
“Fuck, princess.” I tug her head gently. “Gotta warn you—”
She sucks me in deeper, and I lose the power of speech. She wraps her mouth around the head until her lips are bumping her fist with each hard thrust I make and I explode.
Bracing my hand against the wall, I force myself to stay upright. Holy. Fuck.
“You’re goddamned amazing.”
I pull her up into my arms so fast her head must swim, but when I’m with Evie I’ve only got the one speed. I’m balls-out and slow isn’t happening. She reaches around me with a mean laugh that makes my dick twitch—fucker’s already getting ready for round two—and kills the water. As if I care about that right now.
I carry her into my bedroom.
Kissing her like my life depends on it.
And maybe it fucking does, right? I head for the bed, ignoring her protests about water and the sheets. Evie worries too much. I yank the covers off the bed and set her down so quickly she bounces. Her arms and legs spread as she instinctively reacts to the free fall. Kinda like having her off balance for me, so I don’t give her a chance to find her control. I fall, too.
I’d like to say I make this all about her, that it’s her turn, and I’ve got plans to tease her for hours. Instead, I cover her body with mine. There’s water everywhere, but she’s slick and hot when I drag my dick between her pussy lips. So fucking ready for me.
“Rev.” She moans my name, her fingers digging into my shoulder. I love the way she holds on to me, like I’m her anchor and she’s about to fly apart.
Guess what happened in my shower was as good for her as it was for me, which just makes me harder. She needs me to give her this, and so I do. I always will. I roll on a condom and push myself into her. Don’t stop until I’m all the way inside, her body hugging me as tight as her arms do. Her shriek almost fucking deafens me, and those sexy, happy noises she’s making are definitely doing it for me, as well.
She just enjoys what I do to her. With her. In her. I pull back and then slide in faster, harder, drilling her into the bed. I know she likes her shit slow and sweet, but she drives me crazy and this is working for both of us. I love her hard and fast, arms braced on either side of her head because that way I can kiss her, touch her beautiful face, tangle myself up in her hair. She holds on tighter, her hips tilting up to meet my next downward thrust.
“Tell me you like this,” I whisper into her ear.
Not like I can’t tell, because her pussy clenches hard on my dick, doing some taking of its own, but I want the words. She moans something completely incoherent and so I pull back, give her just the tip. The next moan is a definite protest.
“Gotta give me the words, princess.”
“I hate that name.” She turns her head and fucking bites my ear. Hard.
She might not like the label, but I think she likes me. The way she comes is my first clue. And then, while she’s still collapsed beneath me, I pull out and flip her over. Gonna hit her ass now. Not being a complete bastard, I lube my finger up good before I slip it inside it. She tenses up.
“Rev.” My name’s not a question, not a sigh, not a plea. Nope. She sounds nervous as hell.
“All of you, Evie. That’s what I want.” I ease my finger out, then push it back in, stretching her. Fuck, she’s tight. Can’t wait to get inside. “You want to tell me no, tell me now.”
Evie sucks in a breath and squirms. Then she sighs. I fist her hair, pulling her head back until I meet her gaze. She doesn’t say a thing, but she pushes her ass back against my hand. I give her a second finger, pushing deep as she inhales sharply, and then I scissor them open. Move slow and careful because I don’t want to hurt her.
“I own this ass,” I whisper against her ear. “You’re mine.”
“And you talk too much. Be gentle?”
“Yeah,” I promise her.
I ease her up onto her knees, head braced on her arm. Goddamn, she’s gorgeous like that, all trusting and open. I lube my dick because anything else would hurt her, and then I pull her cheeks apart and notch the head at the cute little pucker.
“Finger yourself,” I order. When she hesitates, I cover her fingers with mine and we do it together. She’s wet—I can hear it.
I thrust into her ass, slow and easy. Fuck, it feels good.
“Relax,” I mutter. Reaching beneath her, I cover the fingers working her clit with my own. She deserves a reward for letting me have my way.
“Easy for you to say.” Her words end on a gasp and a low moan as I seat myself inside her. God. Damn.
I fuck her ass sure and slow. Pull back until I almost pop out and then push back into her. When I go deeper, she gasps and bucks, but she takes me, her clit getting harder and fuller as we stroke together. She doesn’t move from the position I put her in, either—just waits for me to move. Leaves me the illusion of control, because I can’t hold back. I move faster and harder, rubbing her clit with the same rhythm until we’re both gasping and reaching for the pleasure. Fucking find it, too. I come hard, filling her up, and she’s right there with me.
I own her.
Mission accomplished. She’s this biker’s property.