VENDETTA: A Bad Boy, Motorcycle Club Romance (5 page)

But I couldn’t help it. The sensations were overwhelming, like I was coming apart. My hips undulated against his face while he moved up to suck hard on my clit. When one of his fingers probed the entrance to my body, I tensed, but the thick digit penetrated me and
it felt amazing
. My body stretched around his finger, clinging to it while his mouth devoured me.

Soon I felt my climax approaching. I wasn’t going to be able to stop.

“Flash…”

“What?” he asked, immediately returning to my clit.

“I’m going to come soon.” I was so scared he’d stop, but I needed him to know what he did to me. Just him. His mouth. His touch. I couldn’t get enough.

The quick, steady flicks against my skin and the unyielding motion of his finger in me pushed me over the edge. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair while my back bowed off the mattress and my lips opened in a silent scream.
Too much
. It was too much heat and pressure and sensation and then he was using his free hand to keep me still, continuing to lick my pussy as I came and came and came.

It was nothing like using my vibrator.

“God, Emily,” he said when he finally pulled back with one last kiss on my center.

The ecstasy he’d given me burned me to cinders in that bed. I was a different woman when my body finally stopped shaking. And I wanted him.

Flash

Without a word, she’d ripped me open until I was nothing but tatters and then stitched the pieces back together in a new pattern. Reminded me of my mom tearing and sewing fabric together to make crazy quilts when I was a kid. I’d given women orgasms before. Too many women to remember. This was the first time I gave a fuck.

God, her pussy was so sweet on my lips. The little moans that escaped her mouth made me so hard I’d thrust my cock against the bed while I serviced her.

Her breathing had finally gone back to normal and I’d tucked her up tight in the quilt, wrapping it around her shoulders and then laying down next to her, letting her steal the heat from my body. Emily’s lips were parted and I wanted to kiss them again, but it was more important that she grabbed what rest she could. Even if we managed to make it out of the villa, we had a long trip ahead of us.

Again, I thought about what waited for me at the end of the road. It was time to stop kidding myself—there was every chance I’d lose my patch for the shit that went down here. But I didn’t get service at the villa, couldn’t call Piston on one of Manuel’s phones for this.
Hey, brother, do you mind if I steal a woman from Manuel
?
Great!

My father may have been Vice President of The Fallen Motorcycle Club and, hell, my best friend was the fucking President, but none of that would matter if my actions were called to a vote in church. Wasn’t even sure they’d stand behind me. Loyalty had to be to the club first. Always.

It didn’t matter, though. In two hours, Emily and I were going right out the front door and god help any man who stood in my way. I’d have taken a bullet for her before I tasted her sweet pussy, but now I understood how some of my brothers got hooked on their own supply, barely able to keep their bikes together because all the money they earned got sunk into coke. Emily was like a drug to me now. No other women had ever crawled under my skin the way she did.

Remembering her hands in my hair and the way her nails bit into my skin when she clutched me closer after our last kiss made my cock twitch in my jeans and I shifted, uncomfortable. In almost thirty years of life, I’d never met a woman I wanted to claim, but damn if I was letting her get away from me once we left the villa. I didn’t know what her old life was, and I didn’t give a fuck. If someone was caring for her the way she deserved, she’d never had ended up on her face in the desert sand, about to get plugged with a bullet.

I’d never been trusted with something so fragile, but damn if I wasn’t going to take good care of her.

The black and white clock on the wall ticked as it counted down the seconds toward our leaving. In an attempt to keep Emily from being scared, I’d made it sound easy, but it was going to be a fucking miracle if we made it out. Men would be waiting on the perimeter of the estate to keep us from fleeing. Manuel had at least one sniper perched on the roof too. Whether I should try to take that guy out before we left, I wasn’t sure. It could expose me—but leaving him alive might end with me or the girl dead.

Emily rolled closer to me, seeking me in her sleep and I felt something in my chest, like my heart speeding up or constricting. Rejecting the sensation, I stroked a hand down her thick silken hair and planned for every scenario. Getting across the border without any ID would be easy, but it could also be possible to stop and get her things from the resort if our exit was seamless enough. Before I’d stop again, we’d have to be two hours north, at least. We’d have to get her clothes, shoes and another fucking helmet.

So many things could go wrong. If she died, I knew I’d charge Manuel like a raging bull and try to gore him to death before some fucker with a semiauto took me out.

When the time was right, I gently rocked Emily, putting a finger to my lips to keep her quiet. Her eyes widened and every fear that had haunted me during the long night was reflected there, but she didn’t speak. Instead she moved to the edge of the bed and stood up, the sheet wrapped around her.

“Do you still have my shirt?” My words were barely a breath.

“No, Rosaline took it.” I cursed. I had nothing else to put on her except my jacket and that doesn’t come off. My jeans would fall off her the first time she tried to take a step. Nudity was out.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I can wear the towel. I walk from the bathroom back to my room in a towel. It’ll stay up.”

I nodded. “Stay close to me. Look straight ahead or watch our backs, whatever you can do. If I go down…” I didn’t know what to tell her. If I went down, she’d be dead in minutes.

“Do you have a weapon?”

“Yes.” I held up my pistol to show her. “Do you know how to use one?”

She nodded. “I’d rather eat my own bullet than let them give me one.” Her face was grim. Grudging respect rose in me at her words.

Pulling my smaller piece from my boot, I handed it to her and tucked her slender fingers around it. They looked out of place on the thick, black metal, but it was better than nothing and even if she was a shit shot, it was better to have two people armed than one as long as she knew not to point it at herself or me.

Motioning for her to follow, I opened the door and looked both ways. Either Manuel was slipping or he thought I’d be passed out for a few more hours, because none of his thugs waited for us. A stroke of good luck, finally, but one I didn’t trust.

The halls were silent, except for a radio playing something soft and sultry in a distant room. Our movements went unnoticed as we passed over the shiny floor and headed for the front, where we could cut to the garage and get out of dodge before our absence was called out and every guard in the place was on our asses.

When I glanced back at Emily, she was looking around with wide eyes, taking in the villa. Beautiful architecture, sure, but this wasn’t the time to be gazing with wonder at carved windows. Her lips drew together, like she wanted to say something, but then she shook her head and followed me.

The front door opened, quiet and smooth. No one was outside; I scanned the tops of the outbuildings and saw no evidence of snipers or guards waiting to pounce. Maybe the miracle I’d hoped for was happening after all.

We headed to the garage and Emily didn’t make a peep of protest about walking over the ground up shells that covered the driveway. In any other circumstance, I’d have picked her up and carried her so that her soft feet wouldn’t be cut, but my hands needed to be free to defend us. I looked back and saw her face tighten as she took a step and the shells shifted under her.

My bike was outside the garage, which was standard. None of The Fallen liked to have our shit under lock and key, especially when we were in potentially hostile territory. My bike is my freedom and nothing gets between me and it. Victory and something headier crashed through me as I started to roll my machine out toward the front of the driveway. While the thought of starting it up and making a quick break for it was appealing, it wasn’t the best idea. Someone would hear the roar of the engine.

The snap of the shells under the tires felt like gunshots as we moved forward. Even though I knew her feet had to be killing her, Emily kept up like a trooper. I couldn’t wait to get her out of there and tend to her wounds. Proud of her bravery, I turned to smile at her, to encourage her.

That’s when all hell broke loose.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Santiago’s voice was as unwelcome as a rash. It leeched its way into my ears and made me tense, turning to face him. “You’re taking her?” His voice was confused, like he couldn’t quite believe I’d do this to him. “She’s my—.”

“I’m not your anything,” Emily snapped. To direct his attention to me, I moved in front of her, placing myself between them.

“We’re taking off. Manuel changed his mind.” If I lied well enough, there was still a chance that we could get out of this.

“Fuck you, Flash.” Santiago threw down the cards in his hand. He must have been playing with the guards who were off-duty, a habit I knew pissed Manuel off. “I know he didn’t.”

“Go ask him.”

“How about we all go?” His sly grin told me all I needed to know. I wasn’t pulling the wool over his eyes.

“How about not?” I pulled my gun and pointed it at him. “Turn around and get the fuck out of here. Emmy, get on the bike.” I heard her move to obey me, but didn’t take my eyes off San.

“Why you doing this, Flash? You gonna trade everything for some piece of ass?”

“My reasons are my own.” San didn’t show any fear. He was riding high on something again, liable to act like a real damn superstar.

“You know I won’t let you walk out of here.”

“No choice, Santiago.”

“Fuck you, no choice.” His eyes widened. Capillaries stood out on the whites and he looked more deranged than I’d ever seen him. “Guards!”

Still determined to make it out without planting a bullet in the overgrown asshole, I started to back up, to head for Emily and my ride. But Santiago had other plans. As soon as I started to move, I saw the flash of a gun he’d kept concealed and turned, ready to take a bullet, hoping to god I had time to fire back before I went down.

But I never knew how it would have played out.

A boom filled the air around me and Santiago’s eyes widened, emptying of life as he tumbled backwards and landed on the pale shell driveway, dead. A small red hole formed between his eyes and blood spilled from the wound. I was fucking glad I didn’t have to see the back of his head.

Turning, I looked at Emily. She held the gun I’d given her in her pale, shaking hands. She was trembling so hard that I thought she’d come apart. The gun dropped to the ground as tremors rocked her and even more blood drained from her face. She looked like a ghost.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said, approaching her slowly and keeping my tone level. “Let’s go.”

She nodded and I got on the bike. I could hear activity in the outbuilding, but San had convinced the guards to play poker, which meant the new shift had lingered to collect winnings or watch the new game. How many would Manuel kill for that decision? The bike roared to life under me and I yanked Emily’s cold arms around my body, anchoring her.

“Pull up your legs,” I said, pleased when they rose up to touch my hips.

One guard at the main entrance tried to stop us from leaving. I put a hole in his knee and opened the gate. We were gone before the sun rose.