Wild Nights(34)

He leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, my hair covering his mouth so R.J. couldn’t see his lips move.

“You move from this booth and I’ll hunt you down and put a fucking bullet in your skull,” he said into my ear.

I smiled and nodded, acting like nothing was amiss. I believed his threats. I knew he was fifty shades of crazy. He belonged on the inside of an insane asylum.

R.J. studied my face as he stood there waiting for Blaze to get up and follow him. I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. R.J. was a tough person to read, especially since I didn’t even know him one bit.

I stayed put, like a good girl, and watched as they made their way to the other side of the bar. They stood next to the front door, and R.J.’s back was towards me. I was quite sure Blaze purposely positioned himself so that he could still see me at all times, and I expected nothing less of him.

A few short minutes later, Blaze came walking back over to our booth.

“Get up,” he said with a smile as he motioned towards the door. “We’re leaving.”

“Huh?” I was shocked and confused to say the least. “We literally just got here. Where are we going?”

“Back to the hotel,” he said.

He seemed a little manic all of a sudden. Like someone had just given him some kind of happy pill. It was a complete one-eighty from the Blaze I’d been used to the last couple days.

We climbed back into his truck, only this time he let me sit next to him in the passenger seat. We were definitely making progress.

At one point, he reached over and held my hand. He squeezed it a few times, glancing over at me every so often and beaming from ear to ear. He truly was a lunatic.





CHAPTER 18





As soon as we pulled into the motel parking lot, Blaze slammed it into park and hurried around to meet me on the other side of the truck. Again, the moment my feet hit the ground, he was holding onto me tight. He didn’t let go once on the entire walk to our room, but he wasn’t as rough as he was before.

I watched him from the corner of my eye. It seemed he’d never stopped smiling.

“Did they offer you full membership tonight?” I asked. I had to know why he was so giddy. It was so out of character for him.

He shrugged, not confirming nor denying.

“You just seem really happy all of a sudden,” I said. “Just curious.”

We made it to our room and upon entering, he threw me on the bed as if he wanted to have his way with me. He climbed over top of me, kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear.

I wondered if he was just all of a sudden horny and that’s why he wanted to take me home. Maybe all those other guy staring at me and him thinking they were all jealous of him really turned him on? Who knew what went on in that fucked him little head of his.

He began to tear off my top and unbutton my jeans.

“Why don’t you go put on something pretty?” he said as he stopped. He nodded towards my suitcase across the room in the bathroom. “I think I packed enough for ya.”

“Oh-okay,” I stammered. I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. It was all happening so fast.

I sauntered over to the bathroom and rifled through the gobs and gobs of lingerie he’d packed for me. I picked up a pink floral silk nightie, removed my bra and slipped it on.

“This look okay?” I asked.

“Perfect,” he said with a smile that quickly went from manic to maniacal. His previously giddy demeanor was turning twisted quickly.

I tiptoed back to the bed, purposely taking my time, and as soon as I did, he laid over top of me, pinning me beneath him. He was heavy on top of me as he practically smothered me. It wasn’t a sexual kind of pinning, it was a control thing. I could tell. He didn’t want me to be able to move out from under him.

While I laid under him, trying to gulp as much air as I could, I felt his body suddenly turn and reach down below towards the nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out his trusty roll of duct tape.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked. I bit my tongue and hoped I didn’t piss him off.

He said nothing as he bound my wrists to their places on the bed posts.

“You’ll understand,” he said. “You love me. You’ll understand.”

I don’t know how or why he thought I loved him, but it couldn’t have been further from the way I really felt. I said nothing.

He sat up, suddenly losing sexual interest in me, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Are you going to explain any of this to me?” I asked him.

“I’m trying to get into Hell’s Highway,” he said. “They have a few requirements.”

“Okay, what does that have to do with me?” I asked. I couldn’t have hid the anger in my voice if I tried.