Wild Nights (Hell's Highway MC) (9 page)

I ran my fingers up and down his rigid, strong back, encouraging him and letting him know I liked what he was doing, though I was sure he already knew that.

He stood up on his knees and positioned himself between my legs, grabbing my legs by the back of my knees and hoisting my legs over his shoulders one at a time. He leaned forward and positioned his cock right at my entrance, teasing me for a bit.

“Oh, come on,” I begged. “Enough teasing.”

I remembered how he liked to make me work for it, so I begged a little more.

“Just put it in me, please?” I pleaded. “I want it inside me. I want to feel you in me.”

A sinister smile spread across his face as a burst of erotically pleasurable pain shot through me in an instant. In one fell thrust he was deep inside me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

He jackhammered the hell out of my pussy as beads of sweat collected above his brow. He had never fucked me this way before, but I kind of liked it. It was almost as if he also knew it was going to be our last go-round.

I wanted to fuck him back, thrust for thrust, but my legs were on his shoulders. He was gripping onto my thighs, and I was powerless on my back. He continued plunging deep inside me, and I watched the expressions on his face as they changed from one level of ecstasy to another. I knew he was getting close, but I didn’t want it to end.

Out of nowhere, he stopped.

“Flip over,” he said as he lowered my legs. They were a little stiff from him holding them in that position for so long, but I managed to flip myself over.

I felt him slap my ass as he leveled up behind me and positioned his hips behind mine. Soon I felt the head of his thick cock pressing against my pussy again, and within seconds he was even deeper inside me than he was before.

“Oh, god,” I yelled out as I felt him hit my wall.

He placed his rough hands on my hips, slapping my ass again, and continued thrusting. Every so often he’d grab a handful of my ass and squeeze it. The pain contrasting with the pleasure was enough to send me over the edge.

He reached around and massaged my clit, and I knew he was getting close. It was okay, because I was too.

“Oh, God!” I yelled out, signaling to him that I was close.

I felt him thrust harder as he rubbed my clit faster. It all went so fast, and it all seemed like a blur. But soon my pussy was going buck wild, clenching onto his writhing cock as he came inside me.

When it was all said and done, he collapsed on top of me, pinning me stomach-down onto the bed. Our bodies were wet and sticky, and we were pretty much melded together.

He rolled over after a bit and took his place on the opposite side of the bed. His hands rested wearily on his chest as I watched it rise and fall. His eyes were closed, and he looked so fucking sexy. I almost wanted to fuck him again.

As we finally caught our breath, he reached his arm out and pulled me closer to him.

“Are you sure you can’t go with me?” he asked as he stared me deeply in the eyes.

“I want to,” I said, though I was partially lying. My heart wanted to, but my head told me absolutely not. Bad idea. Stay away from this guy.

“So?”
He asked.

“It’s just not realistic at this point in my life,” I explained. “Your lifestyle and mine, they don’t mesh.”

“That’s the shittiest excuse I’ve ever heard in my life,” he said as he pulled his arm out from under me. “Wow. Ouch.”

“Oh, stop,” I said. “Quit taking this so personally. It’s not about you. It’s about the situation. The reality of the situation.”

I grabbed his arm and wrapped it back around my shoulders, curling up even closer with him.

“Let’s just enjoy this last night together,” I said. “Don’t ruin it.”

He was silent, and within seconds, I was out.

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was off. I almost felt like I was in a daze, a dream-like state, but I knew it was real life. I felt the bumping of the road beneath me and the whirring and gushing of the interstate in my ears.

I could feel the duct tape over my mouth. I could taste it actually. I went to sit up, but my feet were bound by some sort of restraint and bolted to the floor. My hands were wrapped tight in several layers of more duct tape. I couldn’t budge. I couldn’t sit up. I was completely restrained.

I glanced up and saw the back of Blaze’s head and quickly realized I was lying in the back seat of his pickup truck.

“Mm, mmm!” I yelled out, though it was very muffled. I doubted he could hear me.

I tried moving my feet just enough to kick the back of his seat. It took a few tries, but I got his attention.

He flipped around and flashed the most maniacal smile I’d ever seen in my entire life.

“You’re awake!” he exclaimed. He sounded like a God-damned crazy person, and his eyes were even crazier.

I squinted up at the clock on the dash which read 6 in the morning. The sun just starting to come up. I didn’t know how the hell he had gotten me out of bed, dressed, and restrained without me waking, but he did it. He must have drugged me. There was no other explanation.

“Mm, mmm, mmmm!” I yelled out. I wanted him to at least take the sticky silver tape off my mouth so we could talk.

He looked around and reached back, yanking it off my face and pulling out all my downy hairs in one swift tug.

“Ouch!” I yelled out, wishing my hands were free to sooth the redness I could feel on my face.

“So you’re probably wondering what the fuck’s going on right?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied. I was livid. I wanted to try so badly to keep my cool. Right then, I knew he was in control.

“I have to be with you, Molly,” he said as he adjusted his rearview mirror so he could both drive and see me at the same time. “If this is the only way, then so be it.”

“Kidnapping me is not the answer,” I yelled at him. “This is fucking insane.”

“I hope someday you’ll be able to get to a place where you can see what I see,” he said. “You and me, we’re two peas in a pod. We’re supposed to be together. You’ll thank me eventually.”

“You’re a crazy person,” I said. I wanted to spit at him, but I knew I couldn’t spit that far.

He laughed as if my declaration was cute.

“You won’t get away with this,” I said. “People will wonder where I am, why I’m not at work.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing,” he said. “I’ve got it all taken care of.”

I fully believed him. If he was crazy enough to track me down in St. Louis after not even knowing my last name, I knew he was capable of far more sinister things. I shuddered to think of what he did to cover his tracks.

Suddenly Blaze bringing a truck instead of his motorcycle was starting to make sense. He had this planned all along. If I wasn’t going to go willingly with him, he was going to take me. What a sick fuck.

“Please untie me,” I said, trying to reason with him. “I won’t do anything stupid. I’m just really uncomfortable.”

“No can do,” he said. “Not until we get to where we’re going.”

“And where’s that?” I asked.

“Tulsa,” he said with a wink and a smile. “Where else?”

“What are you going to do with me,” I asked. I could feel my body start to shiver and convulse a little as my nerves were quickly becoming shot. I knew I was powerless, and it scared the shit out of me.

“Give you a taste of the life you could have if only you gave it a fair fightin’ chance,” he said smugly. “I know I’ll be able to convert you this this life.

“Never,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Not yet you aren’t,” he said. “Give it time.”

“How much time are you planning to give me?” I said.

“As long as it fuckin’ takes,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Why do you want to with someone who doesn’t want to be with you?” I asked. “Don’t you think that’s a little pathetic? Can’t you go find some other chick to prey on?”

I regretted those words the instant they flew out of my mouth. I knew I had just elevated the situation ten-fold and not in my favor.

I looked up at his eyes through the reflection in the rearview mirror, and I could tell he was seething.

Oh, shit, I thought.

I saw him reach over into the passenger seat, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Before I even had time to react, he had reached down and placed a cloth over my nose and mouth, and I was out.

The last thing I remembered was arguing with Blaze in the truck, being tied up, and running my smart mouth. Then I remember him reaching back and putting something over my nose and suddenly the world went black. I couldn’t have been any more powerless than I was in that moment, and I had just pissed off my captor.

I came to, albeit groggily, lying in the bed of a seedy motel room. The room smelled musty, like an old camper, and the walls were floor to ceiling wood paneling. I could see the glow of the T.V. from across the room, but the volume was so low I could hardly hear any sound coming from it.

“Blaze?” I called out. Glancing around the room told me no one was with me, until I saw the glow around the outline of the bathroom door. “Blaze?”

My arms were spread out, each one duct taped to a different part of the headboard. It was the only way I was restrained, and I wondered how I could get out of it.

I pulled my arms and twisted as hard as I could, but I could feel the duct tape starting to cut into my wrists as they burned.

My mouth was uncovered, thank goodness, and I thought about yelling as loud as I could, but my instincts told me he was behind the bathroom door and it was only a matter of seconds before he’d come out and shut me up.

I tried a little more to free my wrists, but my efforts were in vain. The tape was starting to look tampered with, and I knew he’d notice it, so I decided to give up for the time being. He’d have to unrestrain me eventually. He couldn’t leave me tied up forever.

Within seconds, the bathroom door flung open and Blaze emerged in a cloud of steam. The scent of cheap motel soap filled the humid air as a thin, white towel barely covered his lower half.

“You’re awake again, I see,” he said with an evil grin. He sauntered over to me and sat down next to me on the bed.

“I cannot believe you’re doing this,” I said. I wanted to yell at him some more, but I had learned my lesson from the last time. It would only take him mere seconds to render me unconscious again if he really wanted to. I bit my tongue and closed my mouth.

He placed one hand tenderly on my leg.

“I promise this isn’t as bad as it looks,” he insisted, though I didn’t believe him one bit.

I shifted my leg away from his. I didn’t want him touching me.

He stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed before crawling under the covers. He was completely naked. He pulled the covers over my body as well, even though I was in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Are you just going to make me sleep in these clothes?” I asked.

“For now,” he said. “Sorry.”

I knew he wasn’t sorry.

“What if I have to pee?” I asked.

“I’ve got a bed pan,” he said matter-of-factly.

“That’s disgusting,” I said. I wanted to tell him once again that he was insane, but I knew it was like talking to a brick wall. There was going to be no reasoning with him. He wanted one thing, me, and so far he was getting it.

My eyes burned hot as I could feel the tears welling up, but I didn’t want him to see me cry. I didn’t want him to see me weak. I turned my face away and let a few tears fall and land on the pillow that was supporting my head.

I kicked myself for being such an idiot. Getting involved with him was hands down the worst decision I’d ever made. If I never saw my family again after this, it would be all my fault.

I felt his hand on my cheek and I shuddered in response. The hand that had once turned me on and pushed all the right buttons now did nothing but strike the fear of God into me.

“You okay?” he asked. In that moment, he seemed sincere, but I knew better.

I shrugged him off.

“I know this is hard for you,” he said. “But things will get better. Just keep an open mind. There’s a wonderful life waiting for you if you just give it a chance.”

“I loved my life back home,” I said.

“You loved being lonely and miserable all the time? I know girls like you. You don’t like being single,” he said. “And you, Molly, you don’t deserve to be single. You deserve to have a big, strong man taking care of you and seeing to your every need. Let me be that man.”

His words were purely psychotic laced with a little bit of evil, and they sent a jolt of fear running down my spine. I shuddered in response once again.

“You’re so beautiful, Molly,” he cooed into my ear. His voice vibrating against my eardrum made my hair stand on end. “Your gorgeous hair. Your green eyes. Your bangin’ body. You’re like my dream girl come to life.”

I turned my face away from him again. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t believe anything he said anymore, and everything he said was said only to serve him and his needs. He was a bullshitter who knew what to say, that was all.

“I see a long life for us,” he continued. “Maybe even a couple kids? I’d love to have a couple blonde headed kids. Your hair. My eyes. A boy and a girl?”

My stomach churned.

“Ever think about having kids?” he asked as he looked at me.

I said nothing.

“Hey, I asked you a question,” he said as he sat up and looked at me, his face closer to mine than it should’ve been. “You want kids?”

I pursed my lips and nodded. “Sometimes I think it’d be nice. I don’t know though. I’m still young. I’m only twenty-four.”

“Nice and fertile,” he said in the creepiest voice. “Good.”

He laid on his side and turned towards me, wrapping one strong arm around my waist. His hands suddenly grew curious as he rubbed me all over, starting with my breasts and working his way down, rubbing my crotch over top of my pants.