Biker (21 page)

“I don’t care. We can deviate a little bit.”

His hands slid along to her backside, cupping her hard and pulling her body against him. She could feel the bulging erection in his pants.

“Blaze,” she gasped, “this is
not
the night to deviate from the plan!”

“Everything will be fine,” he assured her, sliding his hands under the hem of her dress.

“Oh!”

The restroom was done in dark polished marble, and huge gilded mirrors lined three of the four walls.

“You’re not walking out of here until I’ve fucked you,” he said in a low voice, “so you might as well stop fighting me.”

Noelle bit her lip, wanting to argue with Blaze, but loving the way he took control.

“Give in,” he breathed, his fingers rubbing along the silky strip of her thong. “You know you want to fuck me, too.”

A small sound escaped Noelle’s lips, and then, despite her better instincts, she was kissing Blaze, her hands twisting in his hair, her body pressing hard against him.

Blaze gasped and gripped her hair tightly, forcing her head back so that he could kiss her neck, while his other hand slipped inside her thong and strummed at her clit.

“How do you feel about quickies?”

Noelle didn’t have time to respond, because Blaze was backing her up towards the sink, and then he quickly hoisted her up on the marble counter. Using his hands, he spread her legs, and Noelle instinctively wrapped them around his waist.

Blaze kissed her hard, leaning into her body and running his hands over her exposed skin.

“God, I wanted you so bad back in the casino. Just sitting next to you was killing me. My dick was so hard.”

Noelle had never been aroused by dirty talk, but wasn’t surprised to find that she loved it when it came from Blaze.

She groaned loudly, spreading her legs wider, as she fumbled with Blaze’s belt.

“Oh, you liked that?” he asked softly. “Would you like me to tell you now how badly I wanted to fuck you?”

“Yes! Yes!”

She unhooked his belt and yanked down his zipper.

“All I could think about was how wet your pussy would be, and how my cock was going to push so far into you that you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from screaming.”

Noelle was beside herself with desire. She tore excitedly at his pants, and, finally, his erection sprang from its restraints.

Blaze pulled a condom from his pocket and quickly rolled it down onto himself. He then began rubbing his erection against her sex, teasing her in the best possible way.

“Tell me what you want,” he said quietly, rubbing against her in a rhythmic motion.

“I want you!”

“You want me to what?”

So, Blaze was going to make her work for this? Noelle could play this game, too. She was too turned on to care about how ridiculous she sounded. And keeping to “the plan” was now the farthest thing from her mind.

“I want you to fuck me! Now! Hard!”

Overcome with lust, Blaze let out a guttural sound from deep in his throat, and pushed himself into Noelle with all his strength.

Noelle cried out loudly, bracing herself against the counter.

Blaze pulled out and then plunged into her again, making her cry out once more. There was something insanely sexy about the possibility that someone could walk in at any moment and catch them.

“You feel incredible,” he panted, driving into her now in a frenzy. “I’m not going to last long.”

Noelle wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the strength in his body as he thrust into her. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to come this quickly, and she didn’t care. It was pleasure enough just to watch Blaze come.

She could feel beads of sweat at the base of Blaze’s neck, and he pushed even harder into her.

Once.

Twice.

He let out a deep groan, thrusting one final time, before his whole body shuddered and Noelle could feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of her.

She held him tightly as his body trembled with small aftershocks.

After a few moments, he reluctantly pulled out and staggered to a sink.

On wobbly legs, Noelle eased herself off the counter, while Blaze tossed the condom away and cleaned himself up.

Feeling incredibly satisfied, even though she didn’t climax, Noelle dried herself off and pulled her thong back up.

“You are
soo
sexy,” Blaze murmured, coming up behind her and straightening her halter-top.

“So are you.” She gave him a soft kiss on the lips and moved swiftly to the mirrors to check out her appearance.

Her cheeks were flushed in that freshly-fucked kind of way, and her hair had been mussed up a bit. Luckily, the style was intended to look casually messy, so she pinned a few locks back into place and smoothed her tendrils.

She tugged her dress down, making sure it wasn’t riding up in back, and then she turned to Blaze.

He looked impeccable once more, his pants buttoned and his shirt tucked in neatly, his hair slicked down.

Noelle licked her lips. She couldn’t believe her good fortune. Not every woman got to make mad, passionate love with a man as handsome as Blaze.

“Let’s just go in together,” Blaze said, watching for Noelle’s reaction.

“To the high roller room? But that wasn’t the plan!” Her instincts seemed to fire a warning shot.

Blaze shrugged. “So what? Is that really going to matter?”

Noelle bit her lip, frowning with worry. “Well, I don’t know...”

“It’s not going to matter. Come on. I’ll leave the here first and then you leave a few seconds later.”

Noelle didn’t feel like arguing. She was still feeling high from their quickie sex, so she ignored her gut reaction to this change of plan. She nodded and Blaze slipped out the door. A moment later, she followed suit.

There stood Blaze, looking handsome as ever, smiling at her in the most delicious way. How could she ever have considered saying good-bye to him? Even as they were about to commit a massive and risky crime, she continued to fall hard for him.

She slipped her arm through his, and Blaze pushed open the heavy door to the high rollers room.

If Noelle though the Wynn’s regular casino was luxurious, then she was in no way prepared for the type of luxury that existed beyond the heavy black door. The gambling lounge was exquisite, decorated in black and gold, and oozing money. She and Blaze were greeted immediately, and whisked away to a table. They hadn’t even sat down before they were each handed a drink made of top shelf liquor.

Noelle took a sip, and it was simply delicious. The booze was so clean and clear that she couldn’t even taste it, and Noelle had to fight the urge to drain her glass in a few gulps.

She needed to keep a level head.

Blaze began to play as Noelle looked on. She glanced casually around the room, taking note of all the gang members dispersed throughout. Blaze began playing hard and fast, winning easily, and Noelle played her part, acting like his admiring companion. Luckily, Blaze was not the catalyst this time; Derek was going to start the action.

Noelle noticed that several tall, muscular men dressed in identical dark suits were weaving in and out of the room quietly. It suddenly dawned on her that these men must be part of Wynn’s security team.

She gulped.

It was a good thing that they had assembled their own protection crew. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other members of the gang checking out the security guards as well.

Blaze put his hand up to order another drink, and Noelle saw Derek slip up to the bar in the back of the room.

She took a deep breath.

It was about to begin.

T
wo cocktail waitresses came scurrying over to Blaze, and Noelle mentally rolled her eyes as they vied for his order. The women were practically panting over him, and shot each other dirty looks when the first one hurried off for Blaze’s drink.

Just then Noelle heard what she had been waiting for – raised voices coming from the direction of the bar. Like everyone else in the room, she turned to see what the commotion was about. It appeared that Derek was drunkenly arguing with the bartender.

Noelle felt her stomach drop and her adrenaline rise. She knew they were just seconds from the action.

“I don’t care
who
the fuck you are,” Derek slurred, his voice rising, “but I spent good money in this room, and I want another fucking drink!”

Blaze, looking bored, turned his head in the direction of the commotion. The two cocktail waitresses seemed to be arguing over which one of them was going to serve Blaze his drink.

“I don’t care
how
much goddamn money you spend here,” the bartender said loudly, “but rules are rules. Now sit back down, or I’ll have your ass thrown out of here!”

Derek slowly turned, as if he were going to stagger away, but then he spun quickly, hooked his right arm, and punched the bartender square in the jaw.

Shrieks erupted from the women, and the bartender let out a yell before going down behind the bar. A few men jumped up from the tables, and Noelle noticed that some of them were gang members.

“Bad idea, buddy!” the bartender yelled, as he jumped up and lunged across the bar, barely missing Derek, who dove quickly to the left and avoided getting hit.

A brawl ensued, and Noelle knew it would be a matter of seconds before security intervened.

She was right.

Just as two of the security guards charged at Derek, Blaze grabbed Noelle roughly, causing her to scream in earnest.

“Nobody move!” Blaze yelled, butting his pistol up against Noelle’s head. Even though she had done this before, there was nothing that could prepare her for having a loaded gun pressed against her skull.

She didn’t need to pretend to shake –she was already genuinely trembling from nerves and fear.

The security men were momentarily caught off guard, not expecting the action to suddenly jump across the room to Blaze. When they hesitated in a moment of confusion, gang members each took a guard hostage, disarmed them, and held them at gunpoint.

“Lock boxes!” Blaze yelled, and immediately James and a few of the other bikers sprang into action. Derek was holding the still-struggling bartender in a headlock, and was unable to help. Blaze realized the situation, and dragged Noelle toward one of the lock boxes.

James quickly went to Derek, grabbed the duffel bag stored in his coat jacket, and tossed it to Blaze. Blaze instructed the sobbing dealer, her hands shaking, to fill the bag with cash.

Noelle closed her eyes, not wanting to see the fear in other people’s faces –she needed to get through this without thinking about the terror and destruction that they would probably leave behind.

The bag was nearly filled, and Noelle could see the security guards exchanging looks as the gang members pushed the guns against their heads. The room, which had at first seemed mysterious with its dark hues, now seemed ominous.

Noelle had an awful feeling and before she could take another breath, she heard a gunshot.

People screamed, her eyes flew open and she looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the shot had come from. Noelle saw a trembling cocktail waitress holding a pistol, and then pandemonium ensued.

“Go!Go!Go!” Blaze yelled, dragging Noelle backwards toward the door with him. She looked across the room and saw Benny lifeless on the ground, a pool of blood spreading around his head.

“Oh my God!” she screamed, feeling bile rise in her throat.

More gunfire, and Blaze yanked Noelle with all his might, jerking her feet clear off the ground. Pain wracked her body from the violent wrenching and twisting that Blaze was subjecting her to.

Choking, she looked back and saw two more gang members lying motionless on the ground.

In the chaos that ensued after the waitress blasted Benny, the security guards seized the moment to fight back.

Forcefully jerking Noelle along with him, Blaze scurried for the door, blasting his gun in the general direction of the security guards.

“Blaze!” she cried in protest, but his name caught in her throat, as she felt a bullet whiz by her head.

Noelle was lightheaded.

This was real.

They were actually in the middle of a shoot-out. Bullets were flying, people were dying. It didn’t matter that she might make four hundred thousand dollars from this heist – she might not make it out of here alive.

Where was her judgment?

How could she have allowed herself to come back here and participate in this wretched carnage?

Was seeing Blaze truly worth her life? What a price to pay!

Blaze finally let her get her footing, and as she stumbled with him through the door, she looked back to see yet another gang member go down in mortal agony.

Her hearing was numbed by the continuous blasting of gunfire around her. The last thing she saw before the black door closed behind her was a surreal scene of human slaughter: bikers, security guards, and casino workers dead and dying; wounded people crawling, begging for help; terrified women hiding under tables.

She needed to keep it together if she was going to get out of there alive.

“Run!” Blaze grabbed Noelle’s hand, slinging the duffle bag laden with cash over his shoulder, and they took off running down a hall away from the lobby and the casino. Someone was coming after them, shouting, and aiming a pistol at their backs.

Noelle shrieked, hearing the heavy footsteps gaining on them.

Blaze turned back around and shot recklessly, and the man went down, screaming and clutching at his leg.

Noelle glanced back for a fraction of a second.

Thank God he wasn’t dead – Blaze had only shot him in the leg.

They rounded a corner, and came face to face with Derek, James and two other gang members.

“Is this it?” Blaze yelled, disbelieving. “Only us left?” James nodded. Grief started to cross Blaze’s face, and then they heard footsteps thumping up the hall behind them.

“This way!” Derek hissed, and Noelle remembered that Derek had been one of the bikers instructed to memorize the layout of the hotel.