Wet Leather: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC Page 7

  “Are you going to be a bad boy and fuck me hard?” she said when she looked up at him.

  The smile on her face showed that she wouldn’t complain if he did, and over the next thirty minutes or so he gave her what she wanted. Her screams of pleasure were loud as he roughly manhandled her on the bed, but he wasn’t in complete control as she gave the orders for what she wanted from him. He wasn’t complaining at the chance to have his way with all her holes, and after holding her down on her back to ravage her pussy, he was more than happy when she pleaded to be put on her belly.

  The way she grabbed hold of her ass cheeks to spread them was the sexiest of sights, and he knew there was only one thing he could do. The Jack Daniels wet her skin to lubricate it and he ducked his head down to enjoy the taste as he tormented her tiny puckered hole. When she slipped her finger inside, he spanked her butt to make her asshole clench around the penetration and could hear her anguished groans as he reddened her skin.

  He eventually pulled her hand away and the way she grabbed hold of her buttocks to spread them wider apart showed that she wanted more. Dragging her hips up in the air, he closed his eyes when he brought the tip of his erection to her tight hole and worked to get past the resistance. The way her asshole gripped around the head of his cock brought out his lust, but there was no doubt she was enjoying it just as much, and he listened to her squeals as she eased her ass towards him until their bodies were locked together. It was her spanking a hand firmly on her reddened skin now, and his cock throbbed at the way her tight hole rippled and pulsed around him.

  “Let me cum first,” she told him.

  He grabbed her hips to hold himself deep as she finger fucked her pussy and punished her clit to take herself all the way. As soon as she was lost to the ecstasy of the orgasm, he began to thrust his hips and the tightness of the sex as he ravaged her asshole rapidly took him over the edge to join her in climax. He was engulfed in shudders as he gave her everything from his heavy balls, and they collapsed down onto the bed afterwards then passed the bottle of Jack Daniels between them to finish it.

  They’d eventually fallen into a drunken and exhausted sleep. His head was thumping when he woke up in the darkness of a strange bedroom the following morning and he needed a few seconds to actually work out where he was. He turned his head to see the girl was still fast asleep and remained as quiet as possible when he got up. It wasn’t easy, but he managed not to disturb her as he moved around in the gloom to pick up his clothes from where he’d discarded them on the floor the previous night. The trail led all the way to the lounge and he shook his head as he recalled memories of a crazy one night stand.

  He stepped out the front door knowing that the girl would wake up to nothing more than an empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her bed, but wasn’t particularly bothered about that. He didn’t think she would be either. He closed the door slowly to get away without waking her up. The chill of early morning made him shiver when he walked out of the building to return to his car and he sat for a few minutes before turning the key in the ignition to drive straight to his office. He wasn’t sure his blood alcohol level was within legal limits considering the amount he drank the previous evening, but the journey on quiet streets passed without incident.

  Memories of the night before were still playing on his mind when he eventually lifted his head from the desk in his office, but he cleared them away and prepared himself to start work. The notes he wrote the previous day were right there in front of him, so he read through them before turning around and rolling his seat to the computer terminal.

  The first step was to see if he could track her phone. Most people never bothered to disable the location capabilities on their smartphone and didn’t realize it left a digital footprint of where they’d been. That was if the device was switched on of course. He suspected that if Tori ran out on her boyfriend after a bust up she would more than likely turn her phone off to keep out of contact. Most people were incapable of leaving their phone switched off permanently though, with the temptation to check if there were any messages or calls being too much to resist.

  He was hoping that Tori behaved in the same way as he switched on the terminal and waited for it to come to life. When it did, he brought the tracking software up on the screen then carefully entered her phone number. He waited a few moments for the information to be processed and saw the map that eventually appeared on the screen. The yellow blip showed the last known location of the phone when it was switched on, and he could see straight away that it wasn’t her home address.

  “That’s a bad mistake, Tori,” he let out quietly. “You shouldn’t have switched your phone on.”

  That didn’t necessarily mean that she and the phone were together at the place shown on the screen though. For all he knew, she was smart enough to switch it on and discard it in a dumpster to reduce the chances of being found. He doubted it, however, since most people would do the utmost to hang on to their phone.

  Next up was to check with his contact in the police force whether there were any reports about a Tori Sanders. There was no point trying to find a person if they were locked up in a cell or dead already. He phoned the officer he paid for information and gave the details of her name. It was around twenty minutes before his call was returned and he thought he might be on to something when he was told there was a report about a Tori Sanders the previous day. He quickly realized it was nothing when the name Matt Mosswood was mentioned. It brought him the memory of his client speaking of going to the police, and he concluded it was just a record of the meeting.

  Contacting the main hospitals in the area drew a blank, with no Tori Sanders being admitted to them in the last forty-eight hours. It left him with the details of the phone location as the starting point for the search. He got a street map from the drawer of his desk and opened it up to mark the location.

  “Are you there, Tori Sanders?” he mused.

  His gut instinct was to go and check it out, but he decided to have some black coffee to try and rid himself of the effects of the hangover. The pills he swallowed earlier were going some way to ease the ache in his head, but the tiredness of a long night of drinking and sex washed over him and he wished he could just go home to sleep it off.

  “It’s your own fault,” he told himself as he walked across to switch on the kettle. “Stop being led by your dick.”

  Not that he would have changed anything about the previous night’s encounter, in all honesty. Memories of it filled his mind while he waited for the kettle to boil, and when it did he put some instant coffee and sugar in a cup. The sweet taste went down well and he felt better as the hit of caffeine seeped through his veins. He finished drinking the first cup quickly and made himself a second before moving across the room to sit at his desk.

  He stared at the map in front of him and worked out the quickest way to get from his office to where he wanted to be. A glance at his watch showed that it was still only six-thirty in the morning, so he took his time drinking his second coffee to give himself the chance to relax. The tiredness of a long night came over him when his cup was empty, so he went to the bathroom at the rear of the office to splash some cold water on his face.

  “You need to wake up,” he told his reflection and slapped his cheek firmly.

  The sharp pain got him alert and he grabbed the map when he walked out of the bathroom then moved to the door of the office. A police vehicle screeched up to the front of the station across the street when he stepped out to the sidewalk, but he ignored the unfolding action to just walk to his car. The journey lasted around thirty minutes and he found a parking space close to the identified location of the phone. As far as he could make out, it was an apartment building. He sat staring at it through the windscreen of his car.

  There was no one around and the place seemed quiet, although it was still early. His first course of action was to just sit and watch. People would likely start coming out of the apartment building as their day started, and that might get hi
m a sight of Tori Sanders. If it didn’t, he would need to come up with some way of approaching the apartments as a way of finding out if she was inside any of them.

  There was no point in worrying about that yet, so he settled down in the seat of his smart black Pontiac then concentrated his efforts on remaining vigilant as he kept his gaze on the front entrance of the building.

  Chapter 8

  Tori lifted her head from the pillow when the darkness of a long night gave way to the faint glimmer of a breaking dawn. A glance to the side showed that Patch was still soundly asleep, so she got to her feet carefully in an effort not to disturb him. Moving around the bed, she picked up her skirt and top to put them on then looked down at him. His face was peaceful and there had been no recurrence of the nightmares after she helped soothe him to sleep.

  She eventually turned away to walk over to the door and left the bedroom to go to the kitchen. The least she could do was make him breakfast, and she got started by searching around in the overhead cupboards for the coffee. It allowed her to get a pot brewing and she then moved across to the small fridge in the corner of the room.

  “Typical man,” she let out under her breath when she looked inside at a couple bottles of beer and not much more.

  The thought flashed through her head that she could go to a local store and buy some provisions, but she dismissed it quickly. Leaving the apartment on her own seemed a scary proposition, and she didn’t have a key for the place anyway. All she could do was make something with what there was to hand, so she reached inside and opened a carton to see that there were still a couple of eggs inside it.

  “Scrambled eggs it is then,” she let out quietly.

  There was also some bread next to a toaster, so she found the bowls, plates and cutlery she needed and set about making breakfast. It was a relief to actually keep her mind occupied on something other than her situation, and five minutes passed as she focused on what she was doing. It meant she didn’t hear the approach of Patch and the sound of his voice startled her.

  “What’s going on?”

  She turned to glance towards the door and it was more than being startled that made her heartbeat run fast. Patch obviously just got out of bed and was only wearing the underwear he slept in the previous evening. Tori knew she was staring at the taut muscles of his wiry body, but couldn’t stop herself doing it.

  “Umm… I was just making some breakfast,” she replied.

  “You don’t have to do that,” he told her.

  “I wanted to,” Tori went on. “Have a quick shower and get dressed. I’ll have the food on the table when you’re finished.”

  He narrowed his eyes as he stared across the room at her and she thought he was going to say more. In the end he simply turned and walked away. She tried to calm her racing pulse when he disappeared from sight, but the image of his almost naked body was burned into her mind. The memory of them lying close together in bed the previous night came to her and she stopped what she was doing.

  “Get a grip,” she told herself after a second or two and brought her attention to making scrambled eggs and toast.

  The plates were on the table when Patch walked in the kitchen and he said nothing as he sat down. It was only when they were finished eating and sitting drinking coffee that the conversation began.

  “What will you do today?” Tori asked nervously.

  “I’ve no plans yet,” Patch replied.

  She inhaled deeply before asking the next question. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer, but knew she needed to and the tremor of apprehension grew stronger.

  “Will you make me leave?”

  She was aware of him scrutinizing her across the table although was unable to bring herself to meet his gaze.

  “You can’t stay here,” he told her.

  “Why not?’

  “Didn’t you listen to a word I said last night?” Patch went on. “I’m a member of the Roadrunners. I don’t exactly have a conventional lifestyle, and it’s not really a world you want to get involved with. Trust me on that. You should get out of the city or go stay with friends or…”

  His words came to an end as he picked up his coffee to take a sip. Tori’s heart sank as the silence stretched out.

  “I wish you’d just left me,” she said.

  “Oh… don’t be so melodramatic,” Patch replied in a harsh voice.

  “It’s a better way to die than at the hands of my boyfriend,” Tori went on.

  Patch tilted his head to stare upwards and let out a long sigh.

  “I told you already he’s full of shit,” he eventually said. “He sounds like a bully that’s making threats to control you.”

  Tori shook her head.

  “It’s more than that,” she replied. “I saw it in his eyes when he went crazy the other night. If he can’t have me, he won’t let anyone else.”

  “Then go to the police,” Patch offered.

  Tori let out a grim laugh that was devoid of any humor.

  “And what do you think they’ll do?” she asked in a flat voice.

  “They can…” Patch started, but knew that Tori was right. He was silent for a few seconds before going on. “What exactly is it that you think I can do?”

  “You’re a member of the Roadrunners,” she said.

  “Yeah,” he replied, “but so what? We’re not a babysitting service to look after you.”

  “But if Matt knows I’m with the Roadrunners, it might make him stay away from me,” she pointed out.

  Patch let out a quiet laugh and shook his head.

  “So now you want to be part of a biker gang,” he said. “I told you already that’s not a life you want.”

  “It can’t be any worse than the one I left behind,” Tori replied.

  Patch let out a sigh then leaned forward to put his elbows on the table.

  “Look, the Roadrunners don’t just let people hang around them for free,” he told her. “If you’re going to be part of things, then you need to be able to pay your way.”

  “I don’t have money,” Tori said.

  “No offence, but I didn’t think you did,” Patch went on. “There are other ways a pretty, single girl can pay to be with the Roadrunners. Do you know what a mama is?”

  “No,” she let out quietly.

  “Then I don’t think you want to,” he replied.

  “Just tell me,” she said after a slight hesitation.

  “There are a lot of single men in the Roadrunners,” Patch told her. “That’s a lot of testosterone needing to find an outlet, if you know what I mean. A mama is a single girl that wants to be a part of the gang and is willing to use her body for that privilege.”

  “Oh…” Tori let out.

  “Yes, oh,” Patch replied. “Are you really willing to pay that price?”

  Tori wasn’t sure she was. She’d been fairly shy growing up and Matt had been her first real boyfriend of any note. It was him that took her virginity and he was the only man she’d ever made love with. He wasn’t exactly insatiable in bed, and when he started taking steroids and stimulants, his libido dropped off a cliff. If truth be told, she could barely recall the last occasion they got intimate. It left her fairly inexperienced when it came to the opposite sex, and the prospect of being at the beck and call of a bunch of criminal bikers wasn’t something she really wanted to contemplate. She let out a sigh as she picked up her cup to take a drink.

  “You need to just get out of here and forget you ever met me,” Patch told her. “Go and stay with someone you know.”

  “I can’t,” she let out in a desperate voice. “It’s a death sentence if I do that.”

  “Then just get out of the city,” he went on.

  “I don’t have money to do that,” she replied. “And where would I go anyway? It’s not like I have anyone I could go and stay with that Matt doesn’t know about. I don’t think that would stop him anyway.”

  There was silence in the kitchen as they both stared at the table. T
he faint ringing of a phone sounded out and they looked up at each other.

  “It’s mine,” Patch said and stood up to return to the bedroom.

  It left Tori alone and she got to her feet to walk across the room to the coffee pot. After refilling her cup, she moved to the window to stare out at the surrounding buildings and wondered what the hell she was going to do. With no money to get out of the city, it seemed her prospects were either to leave the apartment and take her chances with Matt or to become a mama for the Roadrunners. Neither of them was an option she really wanted to contemplate, and she let out a long sigh. She turned when she heard Patch walking in the kitchen.