Steele pulled up in front of the cabin Killer had
arranged for them to stay at while they were here. It
belonged to his brother who was out of the country for
the summer, but allowed Killer to use it whenever he
liked.
Steele dismounted his bike, then pulled off his helmet.
It had been an enjoyable evening carousing around the
town. They’d eaten in a little hole-in-the-wall
restaurant with only a handful of tables, but it had the
best burger he’d ever eaten. Killer had recommended the
place when Rip had told him how much Steele loved his
burgers.
Afterward, the guys had insisted on taking him to a strip
club. When they first suggested it, he was worried Raven
would be uncomfortable, but he should have known better
than that by now. The woman seemed up for pretty well
anything. In fact, he was surprised she hadn’t starting
stuffing bills in strippers’ G-strings.
He was pretty sure it had fired her up, though. On the
way back, as he watched Rip riding behind him in his
rearview mirror, he was pretty sure she was stroking
Rip’s cock through his jeans as they drove. Seeing that,
after watching the naked gyrating women at the club, had
him pretty f##king hot, too. He hoped that now that they
were back at the cabin, that Raven would be up for a good
f##k with all of them. Or even a special birthday f##k
just for him.
But when Raven climbed off Rip’s bike, Rip tugged her
into a deep kiss, his hands cupping over her round ass
and pulling her tight to him. Then he grabbed her hand
and pulled her toward the door. Steele and the others
followed them inside.
“See you guys tomorrow,” Rip said as the two of them
scurried up the stairs.
Rip had met Raven when they’d passed through his hometown
for a wedding a few weeks ago, and he’d fallen head over
heels for her. Her real name was Hayley, but Rip had
dubbed her Raven because of her glossy black hair, and
the name had stuck.
Steele had never seen Rip happier, and Raven seemed to be
living on cloud nine, too. She had blossomed since she’d
joined them a few weeks ago, and Steele had a feeling
she’d be around for quite a while.
He sighed and walked into the kitchen, then grabbed
himself a glass of water and downed it. Not as good as a
cold shower, but helped his parched throat.
Shock grabbed a few beers from the fridge. “Want one,
birthday boy?”
Steele leaned against the counter, his cock aching. “Naw.
What I want requires an available female.”
Shock chuckled. “You and me both. Too bad Raven and Rip
took off so fast.” He shrugged. “But they deserve alone
time, too.”
No one could argue that both Rip and Raven weren’t
generous with her favors.
“That’s the truth.” Steele filled his glass again,
halfway, then downed it.
“Well, the guys and I are going to play some cards. I’d
ask you to join us, but maybe the best thing for you to
do is to turn in.” He grinned. “You can go enjoy your
birthday present.”
One of the gifts the guys had given him was a couple of
porn flicks, and the master bedroom had a TV and Blu-ray
player.
Steele chuckled, then pushed away from the counter and
headed up the stairs. Getting some sleep was a good idea.
Then he’d get up tomorrow and just enjoy the sunshine and
the beautiful lake beside the cabin. As he walked up the
stairs, he slid his hand over the inside pocket of his
jacket to feel the two Blu-rays there. But he could put
off sleep for a little, just to relieve the tension.
A sound jarred Laurie from the light, fitful sleep she’d
fallen into and she clutched the big fluffy comforter
closer around her with her unbound hand. She was covered
from head to toe, peering out from inside the cocoon.
Was the biker coming back to take her?
The door opened and the light flicked on. In the doorway
stood an even bigger, tougher looking biker. He didn’t
even glance her way, just closed the door behind him and
stripped off his black leather jacket. He pulled
something out of the pocket and tossed the garment on the
dresser, then opened the doors of the armoire at the end
of the bed to reveal a big TV. He turned it on, then put
a disc in the player below it.
Images of naked people appeared on the screen. It was
obviously lead-in credits for a porn film. He watched for
a few moments, then pulled his T-shirt over his head,
revealing bulging muscles and a snake tattoo coiling
around his bicep then across his chest. Her heart raced
as he unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor,
then stepped out of them.
She held her breath when she saw him hook his thumbs in
the elastic of his boxers, then push them down. Oh, God,
he was going to get into bed with her and . .
He was going to force her to—
Her breath caught when he stood up.
God, she’d never seen a cock that big. She’d never even
imagined a cock that big. Even though it was just
starting to swell with need, it was gigantic. And
frightening. Impressive. And intimidating.
He turned toward the bed and she sucked in a breath.
His eyes narrowed as his gaze jerked to her.
“What the hell?” He grabbed the covers and tossed them
back, ripping away her only protection.
Steele stared at the woman lying in his bed. The sight of
her long, shapely legs and slim, but curvy body sent
blood straight to his groin. She shifted back and a chain
clinked. That’s when he realized one of her wrists was
handcuffed to the headboard.
Fuck, this was why Shock had suggested he turn in. Not to
watch porn, but to enjoy the birthday present awaiting
him in his bed!
He smiled. “Well, hello there.”
Should he slide his cock in her sweet, luscious mouth
first, or glide into her hot, melting pussy?
What the f##k? She was here for the night. He could f##k
her right now, relieving his ache, then have her revive
him with a blow job and start all over again.
He chuckled and climbed into bed beside her, then shifted
closer. He reached for her hand to pull it to his cock,
wanting to feel her soft feminine fingers wrapped around
him, but as soon as he touched her, she jerked away.
“No, please . . .” Panic flashed in her wide, blue eyes
and she was practically panting in fear.
“What the f##k?”
Then he saw the sparkle of diamonds around her neck. It
was the choker Craig’s sister had received as a gift from
her boyfriend at the bar earlier tonight.
What the hell was going on here? Steele rolled away from
her and sat up, placing his feet on the floor. He stared
at the frightened woman, who was sucking in air, panic
showing in her widened eyes.
He raked his hand through his hair. “How the hell did you
get here?”
Someone started pounding on his door.
“Steele, it’s Wild Card.”
Then the door swung open and Wild Card burst inside. “I
fell asleep on the couch. I didn’t mean to . . .”
His gaze fell on Steele’s naked form, then darted to the
woman in the bed. Then he shook his head, holding up his
hands, palms toward Steele, in a defensive gesture.
“Steele, you gotta listen to me.”
Anger surged through Steele and he lurched to his feet.
“Wild Card, what the f##k did you do?”
“I didn’t mean to—”
Steele strode toward him. “How the hell did you miss the
fact that the plan was not to kidnap the woman?”