She saw his Harley and her stomach dropped. If he takes me away, I'll never be found. I'd rather die here than later after he hurts me real bad. Figuring she had nothing to lose, a loud and piercing scream broke from deep inside her. And she kept screaming until he punched her in the mouth, the taste of copper trickling down her throat.
When Throttle slammed a large padlock tied to a bandana against the side of Chewy's head, knocking the hell out of him, she knew her screams had been heard. He crushed Kimber to him and tilted her head back, his eyes darkening when they landed on her beaten face. With eyebrows squeezed together in a crease and jaw thrust forward, he moved Kimber aside and picked up Chewy by the back of his neck.
"You fuckin' piece of shit. You like beating up women, you goddamned pussy? Let's see how you do with a man."
Chewy held up his head to look at Throttle, the blood running down the side of his face from where the padlock had hit him. For several seconds, a strange stillness settled over them, even though mayhem was still going on around them. They stared at each other, and if hatred were visible the air would have been crimson. Then Throttle slammed the other side of Chewy's head with the padlock, and the man yelled out as he crumpled to his knees on the ground. With a quick succession of punches, Chewy lay flat on the asphalt as blood from his open wounds stained the tarmac.
Throttle slammed his steel-toed boot repeatedly against Chewy's broken body, the spittle flying from his mouth as he continued his deadly assault. Kimber watched in horror knowing he didn't just want to teach Chewy a lesson; he wanted to smash and obliterate him. "Throttle, enough. Stop. Let's go. The cops are everywhere. It's just a matter of minutes before they come out here. Leave him alone. He's not worth a fucking murder rap." She pulled at him, trying to halt his frenzy, but he was unstoppable. Scanning the area, she spotted Jax and yelled for him to come over.
Jax, his face bruised and swelling, rushed to her side. "What's going on?" he yelled.
"Stop him. He's going to fucking kill him."
Jax looped his arms around Throttle's waist and jerked him away. "Fuck, man, what the hell are you doing? The fuckin' badges are everywhere. We gotta get outta here."
"Leave me the fuck alone. I'm gonna kill this sonofabitch!" Spittle flew while Throttle yelled.
"We gotta go now. The badges already nabbed Wheelie and Rock. Let's go." He dragged Throttle away. "Come on, Kimber. Fucking move it!"
She stared at Chewy, wondering if he were alive, then breathed out when she saw his chest rise and fall. The cops would find him and send him to the hospital. She hated him for what he did to her, but she didn't want him dead. How had a day that held so much promise turned into such a violent melee? She followed Jax and Throttle to their bikes. So many people were outside that the cops were having a hard time controlling who came and went from the complex. Taking off their cuts, Jax and Throttle placed them neatly in her saddlebags. Then the three of them mixed in with the non-outlaw bikers and rode away from the coliseum, leaving the fracas behind them.
They arrived at the motel and went immediately to their room so Throttle could wash off the blood from the fight. Placing ice cubes wrapped in a washcloth over her swollen eyes, she leaned against the headboard.
"What the fuck happened back there?" she asked when he came out of the shower.
The mattress sagged when he crawled over to her, cradling her in his arms. "The fuckin' Demon Riders started that shit. They were pissed about something Hawk and some brothers said to one of their members, so they started in on us. And there's no fuckin' way Insurgents let anyone disrespect them. We never back down from a fight." He kissed the top of her head. "Who the fuck was the sonofabitch who hit you?"
She traced the tattoos on his chest with her finger. "Chewy-my ex. I hadn't seen him since I ran out on him a few years ago. I wondered if he'd be at the expo because I know his club went in the past. It was my bad luck that they were there this year. He was pissed I ran out on him, and he wanted to teach me a lesson. I'm glad you came when you did. I couldn't fight him off … I never could." She hugged him.
"I hope I killed his pussy ass. You should've told me your concerns. You need to open up to me more, baby."
"It's hard for me to trust any man because of the bad experience I had with Chewy, but I'm getting there." Silence spread between them, and then she said in a small voice, "One of your members killed Tiny."
He stiffened under her touch. "Who the fuck's Tiny?"
"A Demon Rider. He was one of the older dudes. He could be a mean SOB."
"Not anymore." He laughed. "I don't know who did it. I didn't see it."
She knew he was lying, and that was okay; after all, it was club business, and she really didn't want to know. "What a mess, huh?"
"Yep, but the fuckers started it. You gonna be okay for an hour or so? Banger's called an emergency church in his room. You want me to ask a couple of the old ladies to keep you company?"
"I'll be okay. I'd rather be alone until you come back. I'm so tired."
He kissed the side of her face that Chewy hadn't battered and stood up. "Be back soon, and then we can order a pizza or something. I think it's best if we head back tomorrow morning."
"Okay." She watched him close the door behind her, then turned on the TV searching for the local news. On four channels, the mayhem at the Denver Motorcycle Expo was the breaking story. She watched the videotape of the fight as if seeing it for the first time; the whole incident seemed surreal. In the end, Tiny was dead, and three Demon Riders and two Insurgents were in serious condition at a local hospital. Many of the others who were injured fled the scene. Throttle and I are among them. She turned the TV to mute, watching the images of the fight over and over as they flickered on the screen until her eyes grew heavy and sleep blocked out everything.
* * *
Something warm and soft made her skin tingle. She fluttered her eyes open and Throttle's lustful eyes met hers. "Did I wake you?" he whispered against her soft cheek as his nose nuzzled against it.
"Yeah, but I think it's going to be worth it." She circled her arms around his waist, bringing his body closer to her. When his dick poked her, she laughed.
"You think it's funny that you make me harder than a goddamned rock whenever I'm around you?" He pretended to be annoyed, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth gave him away. He yanked at her pajama top, hoisting it above her head, as she unzipped his jeans, shoving them down over his hips. "You make me crazy, baby. I can't get enough of you. Every time I see you I want to touch you, taste you, and be inside you. You fuckin' rule my head and cock." He gently covered his mouth over hers.
Sparks of white heat popped from her nipples to her wet, throbbing sex as he held her close, his hands skimming over her flesh. His tongue trailed down to her sex, and he spread her wide and buried his face into her wetness, breathing in deeply. "I love the way you smell when you're turned on. Fuckin' sweet." He dipped his head and licked her clit while he dragged his finger up and down the length of her seam.
Hot heat coiled tighter inside her as the tension built. She laced her fingers through his hair, pulling it hard as she groaned and writhed beneath him. He leaned over and kissed her hard, tasting herself on his tongue.
"Do you like the way you taste? Sweet and addictive. Damn."
The pressure continued to build, and she could only groan her answer as he resumed his wicked lapping on her clit. "I want you inside me," she panted.
He pulled back then shoved into her, her scream filling the room. As he pistoned in and out, he claimed her. "Your sweet pussy belongs only to me." He dipped his head and sucked in one of her tight nipples. "Your tits are mine." He slid his hands under her ass and squeezed her cheeks hard. "And your luscious ass is all mine. The only cock you'll come all over is mine and it's the only one that'll fill your pussy. You understand?" His finger swirled around her hardened nub as he grunted and slammed into her over and over.
Fisting the sheets, she nodded as her head thrashed against the pillow. Then the scorching heat uncoiled, coursing through her veins like liquid fire as she shattered into a million pieces. Through the euphoria, she heard him yell, "Kimber. Fuck!" His fingers dug into her hips before he collapsed on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.