Twisted Rose: Motorcycle Dark Romance 3 (The Darkness Trilogy) (5 page)

She smiled at him seductively as she opened up the mouth of her pussy with her hands and let him see as far as possible inside. His eyes grew as he looked at her. She pouted her lips and he began to rub his cock faster and faster with the palm of his hand. Rose watched carefully, trying to take note of how he did it so that she could do the same thing for him in the future.

“Speak to me,” he said.

She was used to doing as she was told.

“That’s it, baby,” she said. “Come for me, now. I want to see you come.”

Josh’s palm was rubbing over the tip of his cock, he looked like he was polishing the tip, and suddenly he gasped, and a squirt of his semen flew into the air and landed on the bedsheets, halfway between him and Rose.

“Oh God,” he said. “I love you, Rose.”

Rose felt an electric jolt of pleasure when she saw his semen fly out of his penis. It seemed to shoot out of the tiny eye of his cock right toward her. She felt that it was trying to find its way to her. Seeing him come was strangely satisfying to her. Because he was starting at her, mouthing that he loved her, she felt that she’d made him come. Even though she hadn’t been able to touch him, she felt that he still found her attractive.

Instinctively she slid her finger into her soaking cunt and began to fuck herself with it.

“I wish so much this was you,” she said as she slid her finger deep into her pussy.

“I know,” Josh gasped as another squirt of semen flew out of his cock and landed on the sheet in front of her.

Rose moved her foot to the place his semen landed and touched it with her toe. That was enough contact for her to feel that they were still connected. She felt that he still loved her. He wasn’t disgusted by her. And she began to come on her hand. Her finger was deep inside her pussy and the thrill of orgasm rushed up from that place deep inside her and flowed through her entire body.

“Oh God,” she cried. “I’m coming too, Josh.”

Josh came forward and put his arms around her and held her as she convulsed in orgasmic ecstasy.

“Oh God,” she cried again. “Josh, I love you.”

“I love you too, Rose.”

IX

J
OSH HELD ROSE IN BED
that night. He didn’t want her to feel alone for a second. He wanted to protect her. More than anything else in the world he wanted her to feel safe. He wanted her to be able to look forward to the future with hope. He didn’t want her always to be haunted by her past.

Violence wasn’t something that came naturally to Josh. He’d been in prison and had stayed out of fights. He’d been a smuggler and a biker and had stayed out of trouble for the most part. But he knew that sometimes in life you had to take the law into your own hands. He’d known it when the DRMC killed his father. He’d known it when the DRMC wiped out the Sioux Rangers. And he knew it now.

No one was going to help someone like him, or someone like Rose. The law wouldn’t come to their aid. The DRMC was too powerful. They had police chiefs, judges and politicians in their pocket. There would never be any justice for Rose. He held her close as she slept and breathed in the musky scent of her hair. It smelled so lovely. It reminded him of holding a baby.

Josh was determined to do right by Rose. He felt that his entire life up till that point had been meaningless and that if he could just do something to help her, even if it meant getting killed himself, then it would be worth the sacrifice. He had no children of his own, he didn’t feel like he was going to leave anything behind, so helping her would be worth any cost.

His feelings for Rose were strange. At least to him, they were strange. He loved her. He was sexually attracted to her. But it went farther than that. He felt somehow
responsible
for her too. It was almost as if she was his daughter. Not physically, because he was obviously in love with her and wanted her, but spiritually. He felt as if maybe Jack Meadows, Rose’s father, was somehow influencing him. Josh wasn’t a big believer in the supernatural but he did believe in heaven, and he thought that maybe Jack was looking down at him from beyond the grave and telling him to protect Rose. He even believed that Jack was helping him to do it. Everything was so connected. It just seemed to make sense.

*

J
OSH WAS A MAN WHO
followed his instincts. And his instincts were telling him that Rose needed justice. He didn’t relish the thought of trying to kill other men, he wasn’t a mindless killer like some MC members. His natural inclination was to stay out of other men’s way. But he just couldn’t do that this time. He knew what he had to do. It wasn’t out of anger. It wasn’t out of hatred. It was out of love.

He had to kill the men who’d hurt Rose. It was the only just outcome he could come up with. He would go back to Val-d’Or, he would find the DRMC clubhouse, and he would do what he should have done at the Cat. He would kill Serge Gauthier. He would also try to find any other DRMC member who might have hurt or raped Rose and kill them too.

He knew it would mean he might not come back. In fact, if he was being honest with himself, he knew that it was extremely likely that he would be killed in Val-d’Or. But at least he would have stood for something. He would have achieved something. He would have given Rose a chance to move forward with her life.

That was something he was willing to die for.

The only hard part for Josh was that it meant he’d be leaving Rose alone if he died. He worried about that. He didn’t like the idea of her being alone in the world. But he knew that the most important thing was that she get the justice she deserved, and that meant he might be killed.

He didn’t even dare to let himself think of what a life with her would be like. He wanted nothing more than a life with Rose. A future with her would be everything he ever dreamed of. It would be heaven. But he knew it might never happen. There was too much standing in the way. He didn’t want to get his heart set on a future that might never come to pass.

*

H
E KISSED THE TOP OF
Rose’s head gently and the slipped out of the bed. He was careful not to wake her. She was exhausted and in a deep sleep. He slipped into his jeans and jacket and got the handgun he’d bought back in Montreal. He checked it. It wasn’t loaded but he had bullets out in his bike.

He walked quietly to the door of the room and looked back at the bed. There she was, Rose, the love of his life, sleeping so peacefully. He stood at the door for a minute looking back at her. If this was the last time he was going to see her then he wanted to remember it.

After ten years of loneliness and pain he’d finally found someone worth living for. He’d finally found a woman that he could see a future with. Josh wasn’t like other men but Rose was a woman that made him want to live the way other men lived. Watching her sleep he allowed himself to picture a life with her. Waking up next to her every morning would be enough for him. He could make a life out of that. He’d made a life out of a lot less.

X

R
OSE LAY IN THE BED
with her eyes closed. She was awake but pretended to be sleeping. For the first time since her father died she thought she might actually be happy. She felt safe. Josh was laying next to her, asleep. He was breathing in a steady rhythm that she found soothing and calming. He’d been so gentle with her. He’d been so caring. She was grateful to have a man like that in the bed next to her.

This was something she could make a life out of. This was something she could build on. With Josh by her side she felt she could face the things that had happened to her with courage. She could overcome all of the terrible traumas and get through the process of healing.

He’d been so kind to her earlier when she’d freaked out. She was a little embarrassed about the way she’d acted but she felt good about how Josh had handled it. He’d taken control of the situation. He’d calmed her and soothed her. And they’d ended up having a satisfying night even if she wasn’t ready for sex.

She knew she’d allowed things to move too fast. They’d made love the very first night they’d arrived at Chazel but she should have taken things slower. She wasn’t ready for that. All sex was not the same. It was very different depending on the man you were with. That was something Rose was beginning to realize. She’d been having sex all the time back at the Cat and it hadn’t had the emotional impact on her that it might have. It had been damaging to her, it had been demeaning and painful, but she’d built up a wall against it and she somehow managed to protect herself emotionally from it. She didn’t have that same protection when she was with Josh. In some ways, having sex with Josh was even more emotional and intense than all the things that had happened to her back at the Cat. It amazed her that after the crazy things she’d survived, it was sex with a loving, caring man like Josh that had caused her to freak out. She’d never lost her composure like that when the DRMC was treating her like a whore.

Life was surprising.

*

A
ND THEN SHE HEARD JOSH STIR.
He wasn’t asleep. Rose held her breath. What was he going to do? Was he going to try and make love to her? Was he still hungry for her body? He might be. She’d denied him what he’d wanted earlier. Masturbation was fun but it was nowhere near as satisfying as real intercourse.

She held her breath and waited for him. She was certain he was going to reach around and pull her toward him. He wanted her. She knew he wanted her. She’d acted crazy but he still loved her. He was still lusting for her.

He leaned over her. She didn’t breathe. She kept her eyes closed. She pretended to be asleep. She wanted to give him the pleasure of waking her with his touch. He kissed her gently on the forehead. It was the most tender thing she ever felt. She hadn’t felt loved like that since her father’s death.

She braced herself for whatever he was going to do. She wanted him to ravish her. She was ready now. She wouldn’t freak out. She would take him inside her and feel the love of it. But he didn’t ravish her. He got out of the bed!

Rose was confused. Where was he going? He seemed to be creeping out of the bed, trying not to wake her. Was he leaving her already? Had she blown her chance? Had she ruined things? He went carefully to the door and paused. Maybe he was rethinking. Maybe he was going to give her a second chance. But then he opened the door and was gone.

Rose was devastated. She was overreacting. She knew she was. He’d be right back. He wouldn’t leave her just because she hadn’t been able to have sex. She’d get better. She should have tried harder. She should have pleased him. Rule number one in a new romance was to make sure you pleased your man. If she’d had a mother she was sure that was what she’d have told her. If she’d had a mother she would have known how important that was. She wouldn’t have been so foolish. She wouldn’t have let things get out of hand like they had. She would have done her duty for her man. She would have taken him in her mouth, she would have taken him in her pussy, she would have taken him however he wanted her. But she hadn’t done that. She’d freaked out and let her emotions overcome her and now he was gone.

Was she overreacting? Was he coming back?

And then she heard the revving of his engine outside. He was on his bike. He really was leaving her. He was finished with her so quickly. It had taken her such a short time to ruin the best thing that had ever happened to her. The one chance she’d had at happiness, her chance of a good life, and it was gone already.

She felt the tears in her eyes, the salt of them stinging her skin. She tried to pull herself together, she was overreacting. She knew she was. But Josh was gone! How could she get over that? How could she keep it together? She’d blown her chance already.

Rose lay in the bed and cried silently. She was distraught. She just couldn’t get a handle on her emotions. She was a wreck and she knew it. If he was gone so soon then why had he even rescued her? How could he come into her life and promise her such happiness, and then disappear? It wasn’t fair.

XI

W
HEN MORNING FINALLY CAME ROSE
felt exhausted. She’d hardly slept at all. She’d been crying for most of the night. She felt that her new life was over already, even before it had begun. There had been so much promise. Josh had been like a flood of light and now he was gone.

She got out of the bed with the first light of dawn and threw some logs on the dying fire embers. If Josh had been there he’d have got it going for her. She sighed and went into the bathroom.

She was grateful to be free. She was in Jac’s cabin in a safe place and as far as she could tell she was welcome to stay there until it was safe for her to leave. No one was going to rape her there. No one was going to force her to work as a stripper. She was a million times better off than she’d been at the Cat, under the thumb of the DRMC. But she wanted Josh back so badly. What good was freedom and safety without him? She knew that was stupid. Her life was full of potential now that she was free and she would always have Josh to thank for that. But it still hurt. Where had he gone? Why had he left? Was he done with her already?

She got into the shower and turned on the water. Hot water was such a luxury and she appreciated every second that it flowed down onto her skin. She wasn’t sure what Jac used to heat water but it worked. She stayed under the water for a good fifteen minutes and let it wash over her. She tried to calm herself and prepare herself emotionally and mentally for whatever was to come. She was still in charge of her own destiny, even without Josh, and she had to make the most of things. She couldn’t afford to let herself get depressed. The DRMC was still out there and there was too much at stake to get complacent. Josh hadn’t even been her boyfriend. He was just a guy who’d ridden in and rescued her and she was just one more girl to him. She was sure he had no shortage of girls back in Montreal.

But it hadn’t felt like that. It had felt special, different, with him.

As she got out of the shower she heard a motorcycle pulling up outside the cabin.