Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (44 page)

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was a grown woman.  And he was a grown man.  What was the point of resisting him now?

I was torn.  I felt like I should be focusing on finding Evie.  Or, at least finding out anything I could about her, something that might be able to help the cops.  She could be out there being raped, or tortured, or worse.

And here I was, lying in my fucking memory foam bed under a goddamned goosedown comforter in my luxury high-rise condo, enjoying all the fruits of my labor, completely comfortable and safe.

And instead of thinking about her, all I could think about was the outlaw biker on my couch, and how delicious his tongue would feel between my quivering thighs again.

What kind of sister was I?

One that was very distracted and starving for attention, I suppose.

***

Somehow, I managed to fall asleep.  Not until I had slipped my hand between my legs and taken care of myself, though.  I had done that a million times before, hundreds in the last few months, with Slade’s face front and center in my mind’s fantasies.  Doing it with him under the same roof felt so wrong, but I couldn’t resist.  My body was screaming for release.

I had almost called out for him, but I crammed my pillow in my mouth, determined not to make a fool of myself.  I had asked him to come help me with a job, not push me over the edges of desire all night long.

I would have him accompany me to meet with Sapphire, and then I would send him on his way.  Maybe after all this was over, after Evie was found safe and sound, then we could see each other again.

Right now, I needed to concentrate on finding my sister.

When I walked out into my kitchen the next morning, I realized doing that was going to be a lot harder than I had anticipated.

Slade stood in my kitchen, wearing nothing but his boxers, making coffee.  When he turned around, the huge erection jutting towards me made me gasp.

He looked down and laughed.

“Sorry about that,” he said, with a shrug.  “Mornin’ wood.  Uncontrollable.”

My eyes widened when I saw it throbbing and twitching under the cotton shorts.  I was speechless, my body aching to pull the shorts down and devour him, as I had fantasized about doing again so many times.

“Th-that’s okay,” I muttered.  Slade walked over towards me, and as he stood in front of me, I swear I could feel the heat radiating from him.

“Diana.”  His gaze held mine, hypnotizing me.

“Yes?”

“I’m not one to beat around the bush.  Maybe you caught on to that.”

“Yeah,” I replied, not quite yet sure what he was getting at.  I did know that if he got any closer I was going to rip those boxers right off of him.  His bare muscular chest pressed against me as he continued.

“And I understand that you’re worried about your sister.  And your job.  You’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“Yes,” I agreed.  I balled my hands into fists at my sides to keep myself from caressing his chest.

He ran a hand through his short sandy blonde hair.  I looked at his lips, the desire to feel them on me shooting right through me.

“Here’s the deal.  I don’t want to come off as a selfish prick or anything, but last night on that couch?  Yeah, that fucking sucked.  Knowing you were in there, alone in bed, and remembering all the fun we had that one night? Well, I’ll be perfectly honest with you and tell you that I came this fucking close to barging in there and sinking this hard cock inside of you again.  It’s not often I don’t do what my body tells me too.”

“Oh,” I said.  The combination of his body being this close to mine, and the words he was speaking, so bluntly, with such raw desire that it almost seemed to be painful to him, took the breath right out of me.

“I’m just telling you this as a fair warning, Diana.”  He reached out, putting a finger under my chin and lifting it, forcing me to look at him.  “I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”

“I-I see.”  I could feel his cock throbbing against my thigh, the only thing separating our skin was the thin layer of cotton of his shorts.

“Yeah? Good.  You’ve been warned.  Not that I’m not a gentleman, I know when I’m not wanted,” he said, before pausing slightly.  Then he smiled.  That arrogant, cocky, confident smile that threatened once again to bring me to my knees. “But I know you want me."

“You do, huh?” I replied. I want to shake him, make him stumble, make him stutter, make some sort of crack appear in his    marble exterior.  Instead, he was doing all those things to me.  I felt as if the very floor beneath my feet had been pulled from me.  “How do you know that?”

“How do I know?” he asked.  “Because you can’t talk.  You can barely look at me.  Your nipples are hard as diamonds, and I can smell your wet pussy from here.”

I gasped again, putting my hand over my mouth, the shock of his words slicing right through me.

“Oh, my god, Slade…” I said, as I started to turn away.  The heat of his hand seared my arm as he grabbed it, keeping me turned towards him.

“Hey.  I like the way you smell.”  He leaned down, his nose inches from my neck, and inhaled deeply.  “Peaches.  You smell like sweet, succulent peaches.  Just like I remembered.”

“Slade…” I said his name, but I had no idea how to respond after that.  He was shaking me to my very core.  I wasn’t used to men who talked like that.  I wasn’t used to any of this.

“You taste like them, too,” he said, right before he caught my mouth in his, his tongue delving past my lips, twirling with mine in a dance of desire and yearning.  He pressed his cock into me, and I leaned into him.

It was all true.  Every word.  I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life.  Even more than I wanted him the first time.

I kissed him back passionately, his desire matching mine.  I couldn’t believe I was actually kissing Slade again, in my kitchen, no less.  How did I get myself into this? I asked myself.

And then I remembered.

Evie.

I broke away from him, breathless, panting, and desperately trying to find some semblance of control.

“I can’t, Slade.  I have to focus on Evie.  I’m sorry.”

“No apologies necessary, beauty.  I get it.  It’s all good,” he said, running his hand through his hair again as he looked at me through those velvety lashes of his.  “For now.”

Silently, I turned away, drawing on every ounce of resolve I had.  I walked towards my bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom.  I turned on the shower with shaking hands.  I reached  down, effortlessly sliding a finger into my wetness.  

He was right.  

I was soaked.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Slade

Diana went to work. When I argued with her that it was Saturday, she said she worked seven days a week.  I wasn’t sure I believed her - I figured she was just trying to get away from my irresistible charms, but whatever.

I don’t know how I let her get out the door.  It was pure fucking hell enduring the night in her condo, knowing how close she was.  Knowing how hard I was, and how much we both wanted each other.  

She was pure perfection.  

Perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect hair, and a body that just wouldn’t quit.  Those tits.  That ass.  Those petite little legs with the strongest thighs I had ever felt as I remembered how they had gripped me as I went to town on her clit.

Fuck.  I was hard again, just thinking about her.  It was fucking torture, and she knew it.  Why she was making me wait for what we both knew was going to go down, I had no idea.  She was hiding behind the excuse of needing to focus on finding her sister, but I suspected it was something else entirely. 

Hell, she had just met her sister, so I knew she couldn’t be too broken up about her. 

And, if there was one thing I had learned about women, it was that their bodies didn’t lie.  Her flushed cheeks, the way she kept biting her lip every time she looked at me, her breasts heaving as she tried to control herself.  Dead giveaways.

The only thing that kept me from ripping her clothes off last night and this morning was knowing we would get there eventually.  The waiting would only make it that much sweeter.

I’d let her have her space.  I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out too much longer anyway.

My throbbing cock wasn’t as patient as I was, though.

***

I laid around her condo all day.  I made myself breakfast.  Then lunch.  I thought about going for a walk, but the thought of running into the nutcracker dude again wasn’t appealing to me.  

And besides, I hated Portland. 

This city did nothing but remind me of my past, and that was the last thing I wanted to think about.  I had everything I needed in her fully stocked kitchen, including a six pack of beer, so I watched TV, and rubbed a few orgasms out of my screaming cock, hoping to somehow find some relief from the excruciating pain.  It didn’t work.

There was only one thing this monster wanted, and hopefully she would be home very soon.

Once noon rolled around, I called Ryder.  He was used to me getting a wild hair up my ass and disappearing in the middle of the night, so I knew he wouldn’t be too concerned, and I was right.

“Hey, bro,” he answered.

“Ryder.  My man.  Just checking in.”

“Right on.  Where are you?” 

“I’m in Portland, actually.  Currently sitting in a luxury high rise condo in the middle of The Pearl.”

“What the fuck?  What kind of bullshit did you get yourself into?”

“No bullshit, man.  Remember that little tight assed blonde reporter from a few months back?  I brought her back to the clubhouse?  When all that shit went down with Lacey?”

And some freaky shit it was, too.  Lacey was Riot’s girl now, but when we met her she was neck-deep in some serious shit.  She had killed her abuser and pimp, who just happened to be the  mayor of fucking Seattle.  She had some balls, that girl.  And the day I met Diana, Lacey had just killed her mother, who had sold her to the pimp in the first place.  It was fucked up, and all over the news.  Which is why Diana was there in the first place.

“Yeah, I remember.” 

“Yeah, right.  Well, she called me last night. Needs me to accompany her to a meeting tonight, so I came in a little early to um…well, you know.”

“Yeah, brother, I get it.  Can you handle this meeting on your own?”

“Oh, for sure.  It’s no big deal.  To tell you the truth, I think the little filly was just yearning for another taste of The Slade.”

“Right, brother,” Ryder laughed.  “Call me if you need me.”

The phone clicked in my ear, and I hung up with a smile.

I loved that dude.  Ryder was one of my favorite people in the whole world.  I missed hanging out with him.  He spent most of his time with Grace now, the woman he had saved and started Solid Ground with.  And she was great, too.

These days, Ryder even seemed to delegate most of the club business to the rest of the Gods, while he focused most of his time on working with Grace.  I’m not complaining, though, because they were doing good work.

Hell, they…we…had saved over a dozen women so far, in addition to Lacey.  It gave us sad-sack bikers a chance to redeem ourselves a little.

And after all the shit we had been through and done, we needed a little redemption.

***

I sat on Diana’s bed, waiting for her to finish getting ready to go to her meeting with Sapphire.  My eyes trailed over her body, and my cock twitched.

She had kept her distance since she got home, trying to be all business, but I wasn’t making it easy on her, and I knew it.  Not that I was fucking trying, though.

When she got home, I was in the shower.  I walked out totally nude, dripping wet, with my cock raging.

“Hey babe, where are your towels?” I asked with a smile.

She took one look at me, and turned away.

“In the hall cabinet,” she replied stoically.

I had to admit, I was impressed with her resistance.  She was holding her own.  She wouldn’t even let me kiss her anymore.