Bounty:Fury Riders MC(24)

He turned his head slightly to one side, and I could see a smile on his  face. I was so lucky to be with him. What were the odds of us finding  each other? It was all so perfect.



The sun was setting, and I watched as it dipped below a line of trees on the horizon. Just like that, everything changed.



Now I was afraid. The road was dark. There were no lights. Only the  lights from the bike guided us. Still, Vince didn't seem worried. He  rode at the same speed, not slowing down a bit. In fact, it felt like he  was going a little faster.



"Maybe we should slow down!" I tried to make him hear me, but my words  were swept away in the wind. I couldn't even hear myself, no matter how  loudly I screamed for his attention. He just kept going, on and on, down  an increasingly winding road.



Fog rolled in, and all of a sudden I felt cold and damp and more  frightened than before. Everything around us was so dark. I couldn't get  off-we never stopped, just kept riding. He didn't turn back to me  anymore. I might as well have not been there.



I realized we weren't on a highway anymore. Now we were on the street.  It was still just as dark. There were no cars, no street lights. Just an  endless stretch of pavement, with tall buildings all around. I had the  feeling there were eyes watching us from inside the buildings, peering  out at us, laughing at us. Waiting for something bad to happen. Waiting  for the chance to make something bad happen.



Then, suddenly, we stopped. And there was the alley. The same alley.



"No! No!" I screamed. "Go! Don't stop now! He'll see me!"



I couldn't look away. There they were, the two men I'd seen that night. I  cried out for them to stop. I wanted to warn Lance-no matter what he  did, he didn't deserve to die. It was like I wasn't there at all. There  was no stopping them.



I tried to get off the bike. I wanted to run before they saw me. I tried  as hard as I could, but I was stuck-right down to my arms around  Vince's waist. There was no escape.         

     



 



"Please, please, let's go!" I was weeping, begging. Why didn't he listen  to me? Why didn't he care? I thought he cared about me and wanted me to  be safe!



Then he turned to me, and I screamed when I saw the face of the man in  the alley. The same face I had seen leering at me just before Vince came  to save me.



I couldn't let go of him. I couldn't get away. All I could do was scream.



"Erica! Wake up!"



My eyes flew open. I was frozen in fear. Dreams did that sometimes when they were scary enough, and we woke up so suddenly.



I was safe. Slowly, my muscles loosened and I could move again. It was  still daylight, but the light was warmer than it had been before we fell  asleep. Hours had passed, and now it was nearly sunset.



I shuddered at the memory of what sunset meant in my dream.



"Wow," Vince whispered, holding me close.



My heartbeat finally slowed down, and I could speak again. "I'm sorry," I replied. "Bad dream."





"I could tell. Poor thing. What was it about?"



I shook my head. "I don't remember now. Isn't that the way it always is?  Scared half to death, but I have no idea why." I laughed shakily. I  glanced up at him. His face told me I was a worse liar than I thought I  was.



"Come on," he whispered. He got out of bed, giving me the chance to indulge in the sight of him for a minute.



"Come on where?"



"We need to get cleaned up." At the time, I wasn't concerned with  anything sexual. I needed to be close to him. I was far more shaken up  than I wanted to admit. It was like all the fear of the past day came up  at once.



He pulled on a pair of shorts and handed me a robe, then we tiptoed to  the bathroom. Well, I tiptoed. I was still shy about letting everybody  hear me. Though I knew they'd heard plenty of me while Vince and I were  going at it.



The shower was nice and big, leaving plenty of room for the two of us. I  was surprised, not for the first time, at the level of comfort this  clubhouse featured. A nice bed in Vince's room, good quality sheets and  towels, big bathrooms, that stunning lounge with its video games and  pinball. A lot of money had been spent to make this a home away from  home.



And I was grateful for every penny as I stepped under the hot shower  spray. I felt the stress and strain of the last twenty-four hours wash  away, just as the heat helped my muscles relax.



Vince stepped in behind me. I smiled when his arms encircled my waist. I  leaned back, resting my head on his broad chest. I wished we could stay  like this forever, just the two of us. No world to hold us back or get  in our way. Just us being together in our little bubble. Hadn't we  earned it yet?



I sighed as I reached for the soap. No, it wasn't that easy. I  remembered something my grandmother used to say, something about the  best things only coming as a result of sacrifice. Nothing in life was  free, she used to say. The more you paid, the more you were rewarded.  She was full of cheerful pearls of wisdom like that one.



If that was true, Vince and I were in for one stellar future.



Vince washed my back with his hands. At first he was all business,  efficiently soaping me up. It didn't take long for his hands to slow  down, though. He was clearly getting a little too much enjoyment out of  sliding his hands over my soapy skin. Not that I wasn't enjoying it just  as much-if not more.



Just that fast, everything changed. We went from taking an innocent  shower to groping each other. Be honest, I thought. It was never an  innocent shower. Nothing between us would ever be innocent. It took  nothing, just the slightest touch from him, to spark my need. And my  need was bottomless. I'd had him twice already. I came more times than I  could count. I needed more.



I leaned against him while his hands cupped my butt and gently squeezed.  I felt his hardness against me back there, and I slid over it. He  groaned, squeezing me harder.



Then, his hands slid around to the front. He cupped my breasts, kneading  them. My nipples hardened, and he flicked them with his fingers. I was  always so sensitive there, and he took advantage of that. The louder I  moaned, the faster he worked me over. My head fell back against his  shoulder as I whimpered and begged for him to never, ever stop.



One hand slid down my front. "Have to make sure you're clean," he  whispered in my ear. I shivered when he found my soaked, swollen lips.  Then he dipped his fingers inside to stroke my button. I gasped,  writhing against him.



Vince's tongue traveled up and down my throat, while his hands drove me  wild. That, and the urgent hardness pressing against my butt, were all  too much. When he started gently thrusting against me, breathing hard in  my ear, I came with a shuddering cry.



I wasn't even finished yet before he turned me and pushed me against the  wall. I felt his knee between my thighs, spreading them, while his  tongue plundered my mouth. All I could do was give in to him. There was  no sense in trying to fight it. I didn't want to anyway.



Instead of impaling me with his thickness, Vince surprised me. He fell  to his knees between my legs, then draped one leg over his thick  shoulder. At the first touch of his tongue against my lips, I gasped. My  entire body tensed. Pleasure washed through me, all centering there,  where his tongue lapped at me.         

     



 



I held onto his other shoulder with all my might, my knees going weak  the longer he went on. He flicked my bud, then sucked gently on it  before flicking it again with the tip of his tongue. I stood completely  still, focusing on the pleasure. "Don't stop," I begged. "Please." I  didn't want to move, it was so exquisite. Water ran over my body,  trickling down my skin, filling the room with steam.



The faster he went, the higher he pushed me. I dug my nails into his  skin, making him hiss through his teeth before going back to tormenting  me with his mouth. I went higher, higher, the pleasure building to an  almost unbearable tension the longer he licked me. Then, when I felt his  fingers slide into me and start pumping rapidly in and out, I lost it.



"Vince! Yes!" I arched my back, whispering my relief as I came. Even a  whisper echoed through the bathroom, and I struggled to hold back the  cries that wanted to come out.



It was even more difficult when I realized he was still fucking me with  his fingers. He was a blur, slamming his knuckles against me with every  thrust. I moaned softly, urgently, building again, begging him to go  faster and harder.



But he slowed, and I was so surprised I opened my eyes and looked down  at him. He only grinned up at me before curling his fingers toward  himself and massaging me inside. It was like a bolt of lightning  zigzagging through me. I rode his hand, fighting against the urge to  stop because the pleasure was so intense. I wanted to see where he would  take me. I trusted him.



I leaned against the wall, moaning endlessly as we worked together. I  felt a deep throbbing in my core that only got stronger the longer we  went. It spread throughout my body, pulsing, building, running through  me until I was totally enveloped in bliss. I didn't know if I was  coming, or just at the edge, or somewhere in between. The pleasure never  seemed to end, it just went on and on without peaking.