Guns & Burning Rubber: The Iron Brotherhood series (6 page)

Speaking of Alicia… Kara glanced around, trying to scan for the tall, dark-haired smug face, but she didn’t see her anywhere.  Maybe she was inside, or off working her own angle.  Kara didn’t doubt for a minute that Alicia had her own devious goals, not disclosed to these muscled bikers.

But Kara had an agenda of her own, as well.  “So, who here is a Hellraiser?” she asked, raising her voice to project out across the porch.  “I hear that they’re the real party guys, and I want to get my hands on one!” 

A couple of the men cheered at this declaration, but most of them already had a girl or two hanging off of their arm.  Kara needed someone willing to give her his full attention - at least, before she got him good and drunk.  She pretended to ignore those cheers, turning around and holding up a hand to her forehead in mock searching.

“I’m a Hellraiser.”

These words came accompanied with a big hand sliding around her waist from behind her and pulling her bodily around.  Spun about, Kara found herself staring up into a big, imposing man, who looked down at her without any expression on his face.

To cover her surprise, Kara tittered, waving the vodka handle still in her hand.  “Ooh, you’re a big one, aren’t you?” she exclaimed, leaning forward to press herself up against this man with his arm around her.  “What’s your name?”

“Savage.”  The man stared down at her, his expression still unreadable.  Was he made of stone?  Kara glanced down at where her breasts were on full display - were these things on?

But that name, Savage - hadn’t she heard it before?  Kara thought back, and then jerked when the realization hit her. 

She had heard the name before!  Cross had been the first to say it - he had used it as part of her cover story, when she was first introduced to the Iron Brotherhood!  He told the other members of the Brotherhood that Kara had once dated Savage, but that he’d cheated on her, and she was out for revenge.

Now, staring up at the man, Kara wasn’t sure that her story seemed quite as believable.  The man looke as hard as stone, an impression supported by the stony look on his face.  That wasn’t the sort of face that made a woman angry that he’d been unfaithful to her.

Instead, Kara found herself thinking that this was the sort of face that stared back impassively from the defendent’s bench in a trial for a string of different murders, crossing multiple state lines and spanning years.

All of this flashed through the FBI agent’s mind in a fraction of a second, and she pushed it all aside almost as quickly.  Despite his intimidating appearance, Savage was the sort of man Kara needed.  Cross had mentioned him as the president of the Hellraisers, and that meant that he would know the secrets she was after.

“Ooh, I bet you’re a hell of a savage, too,” she purred, running her free hand up the man’s chest.  “Why don’t you and I go inside and find someplace to have a couple drinks, get to know each other a little better?”

And to emphasize her message, Kara pressed her hips up against the man.  His face might be made of stone, but she could feel something else that was big and hard, further down his body!  And she knew what would win out in the battle between his brain and his dick.

Slowly, Kara saw the man’s lips rise up into something not unlike a grin.  Yet, behind that smile, something lurked in the man’s eyes, something dark and foreboding.  This was a man who had dark fantasies filling his brain, and Kara suspected that, with a name like Savage, those fantasies had their ways of escaping out into the real world.

“Yeah, we should get to know each other better,” he agreed, reaching out and taking the vodka handle from Kara’s hand. 

As soon as he had grabbed the alcohol from her, his other hand, the one that had been slid around Kara’s waist, tightened, lifting her up.  She let out a startled shriek that she didn’t need to fake as she was hoisted up into the air, landing across Savage’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  She felt that hand slide up as it lifted her, pushing her skirt up towards her waist and grabbing a big handful of her exposed ass.

Kara managed to give her scream a slight lift in tone, making it sound as if it was full of delight, but inside, she felt her stomach clench.  More than ever, she wished that she still had her weapon with her, that she’d found some way to bring it with her.

This is going to work, she kept on telling herself.  Just stay calm.  Savage might be imposing, but once he’s had a few drinks, he’ll go down and be willing to tell me everything I want to hear in order to get me naked.

All I need is to convince him to give me a tour around, convince him that I get off to seeing guns, and I’ll have my evidence.

I can do this.

But as the big Hellraiser carried her into the clubhouse, Kara found herself wishing desperately for Cross, Gimli, even Alicia to appear. 

Anyone to make her feel that she wasn’t going into this totally alone.

CHAPTER 8

Inside the house, Savage stepped past several other groups of party-goers, heading for the stairs leading up to the second level.  At least, that was what Kara guessed - with her position slung over his shoulder, she could really only see what was behind the man.

“Where are we going?” she managed to get out, even though the jarring motion of the man’s walking made it tough for her to fill her lungs, much less talk.

“Upstairs.”  The man’s reply was short, and still betrayed no emotion.

Kara tried to consider her options.  On one hand, going upstairs would let her get more one on one time with the man, giving her more opportunities to question him about the Hellraisers’ activities.

But on the other hand, Savage definitely had other plans in mind for what they would be doing together in one of the upstairs rooms.  Plans that didn’t jibe with Kara’s own.

What were Kara’s other options?  She could probably slip the man’s grip, flip off his back, spin around, and try to hit him with a kick.  But what would that get her?  She’d be thrown out of the party, and with no more answers than when she’d arrived.

So she decided to wait a bit longer, even though each step up the stairs sent a bone-jarring shake through her body.  She gritted her teeth, pretending that she was too drunk to notice.

Upstairs, Savage found a bed and slung her down, still standing over her.  He looked down at her, and Kara had the distinct impression that, in the man’s eyes, she wasn’t much better than a piece of meat, something to be used and consumed.

“So, is this your room?” Kara asked, trying to strike up some sort of conversation.  She glanced around at the relatively bare walls and lack of decorations, and decided not to try making any sort of comment about the man’s fashion skills.

But Savage was shaking his head.  “Every room in this place is mine,” he told her.

Kara raised her eyebrows, trying to look impressed and awed.  “Ooh!  You must be totally one of the officers of the Hellraisers, right?”

For a moment, she thought she saw the man’s lips briefly quirk up.  That expression, however, was gone an instant later.  “President,” Savage said.

“Oh wow,” Kara breathed.  She crawled up to her feet, and put her arms around the man, nuzzling up against his neck.   “I bet you’ve got all sorts of skills, to get such a powerful position.”

This seemed to be working!  As she kissed at the man’s neck, running her arms over his chest, Savage didn’t pull away.  Considering his lack of emotional displays so far, Kara felt that this was an encouraging sign.  “Trust me,” the man whispered back to her, as she nibbled at his ear, “I’m going to make sure you see some of my powerful skills.”

Knowing that he couldn’t see her face, Kara rolled her eyes.  What a ridiculous line!

As he told her this, Savage’s hands were also moving, running over Kara’s body.  He grabbed her mini skirt and hauled it up, exposing her ass, giving it a squeeze in both of his hands.  His other hand gave her tits a squeeze through her tight, low-cut top, and then dipped down to his jeans, reaching for the button that held them up.

Whoa, too fast!  Kara wasn’t ready to go for this, not yet.  Her intention was to get the information before sex, and then incapacitate the man before he could fuck her.  There were many things she was willing to do for her case, but having sex with a man who may very well be a killer, as well as a gun runner, was not one of them!

Right now, however, she had to slow him down.  Kara reached down and grabbed his hand from his waist, bringing it back up to join its fellow on her ass as she leaned in against him.  She wasn’t a fan of him even getting to cop a feel, but it was better than his dick coming out, at least.

“You know what I like?” she asked him, wrapping her arms around his neck and briefly giving him a kiss between sentences.  “There’s one thing that I totally like, that does it for me and gets me off every time.”

“What’s that?”  The man tasted like alcohol, but he didn’t appear drunk.  But maybe that step wouldn’t be necessary.

“Guns,” Kara told him, keeping her voice breathy.  “God, I love seeing a man with a big, powerful… gun.  It just shows me that he’s dangerous, and strong, and sexy!  When I know that a guy has a gun, it makes me want to do all sorts of crazy things to him.”

That had to be enough.  Forget leaving it to the imagination; between pressing her body up against him, kissing him, and the sultry tone of voice, Kara was practically hitting him over the head with a hammer of suggestion. 

Now, she just had to hope that he actually had an illegal gun to show her.

For a moment, Kara thought that the man wasn’t going to care about this, was still going to insist on them having sex right now.  But she held her breath, and after a long silence, the man finally caved.

“Guns, huh?” Savage repeated, looking at her appraisingly.  “I do have a few of those - although not here, of course.”

“Can you show me?  God, I’d just love to see them,” Kara breathed, running one hand down the man’s chest.  She kept running her fingers down, until they were dancing at his waist, plucking at the top of his jeans.

For a long minute, Savage just stared at her.  The man had a hell of a lot of control, that was certain - with just about any other guy, he’d be a slavering mess by this point, doing anything he could to please her, Kara was sure!

At that thought, Cross, of all people, suddenly flashed in her head.  Could she have manipulated him this easily by flirting with him?

Somehow, Kara doubted that Cross would have fallen for her charms.  Sure, he might be totally into her, but he also seemed to stay aware of what he was saying and doing, even when he had to be totally consumed by desire and arousal!  That was, Kara had discovered, a surprisingly rare trait in a man, and not at all unappealing.

Mentally, Kara shook herself.  Why in the world was she even thinking of Cross, a total distraction, at a sensitive time like this?  Hastily, she dragged herself back to focusing on the present.

Savage was speaking, and Kara forced herself to tune back in.  “The guns are downstairs,” he was saying.  “I could show you - as long as you’re not scared of going down into the dark with me.”  His hand wrapped around her, drifting down to grab her ass, sliding under the mini skirt.

For an instant, Kara felt an overwhelming urge to pull back, to slap that hand away.  But instead, she put on a huge smile, sticking her tongue briefly between her teeth.  “With you, I don’t think I’ll be scared,” she replied.  “And if you’ve got guns down there, well, I might just be so turned on that I have to have you right then and there, no matter how dark it is!”

“But,” she continued, as Savage started to turn towards the door, “I think I can walk down myself, instead of having to be carried.”

Savage just shrugged, but he stepped back.  Clearly, he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight, if he couldn’t keep his hands on her.

Pulling her skirt back down to try and cover at least part of her ass as it hung out, Kara headed for the door and back down the stairs.  On the way up, she had glimpsed the stairs leading down to the basement, tucked away just off the kitchen, and she made her way there.

The basement door, however, was locked.  Kara turned around to face Savage, who had stuck closely behind her.  “Do you have the key, President?” she asked him, making sure that there was a purr in her voice.

The man reached beneath his shirt’s neck, pulling out a key on the end of a thin chain.  Without a word, he bent forward and unlocked the door - but then he paused, waiting for Kara to go down the stairs first.

Kara was not a fan of this plan.  All of her instincts as an FBI agent screamed out at her, telling her not to go into an unknown location first, with a potentially hostile man, possibly even a murderer, following behind her and out of sight.  This was a recipe for disaster.

But at the same time, she couldn’t raise an objection now.  She was so close, she knew!  All she had to do was find the guns, and she would have her case.  She’d be done, the case over and all but wrapped up aside from the last couple details of the arrests!

So, even as her mind barely contained its panic, Kara stepped through the doorway, heading down the rough, unfinished wooden steps leading down into the basement of the house.  After a few steps, she heard the door close behind her, and the creaking of a heavier weight on the steps behind her.  Savage wasn’t going to let her come down here on her own.