Wild Nights(35)

“Look, Molly,” he began. “I know you want to be with me. I rock your fuckin’ world, and I can give you everything you need and more. Once I’m in this club, we’ll be set for life. No more workin’ for the man. No more day jobs. No more being tied down with the same old boring lifestyle for the rest of our lives. Our lives will be an adventure every single day. This is what we need. We need this.”

“I like my life,” I said.

“I can give you a better one,” he replied, obviously not listening to me.

“If you’re going to be my Old Lady, there’s a few things you have to do for me,” he said. “What you need to do tonight, is for me. It’s for us. It’s for our future.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. I suddenly felt a cold sweat run through my body.

“From time to time, at least until I’m in the club officially, you’ll be required to service other men,” he said. He said it like it was nothing. Like it was no big deal.

“Required?” I repeated. “To service other men?”

I was seething on the inside, but I didn’t want him to see.

“Is that why you rushed me back here tonight?” I asked. I wanted to spit at him, but I couldn’t.

He stood up and placed his hands on his hips and nodded.

“Who the fuck am I servicing tonight?” I yelled. “Is there going to be a train of bikers coming in and out of here all night?”

“No, no,” he said. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

I found it a little hard to believe him on that one.

“It’s R.J.,” he said with a glimmer in his eye. “The president of the club.”

A shiver ran through my body when he said that. R.J. was gorgeous and beautiful and powerful, and he’d been staring at me all night long. It made me wonder if he just wanted a piece of me and that’s why he stared at me and approached Blaze.

My hopes and dreams of being rescued by R.J. were quickly dashed. If he was the type of guy who used this power to sleep with whoever he wanted, he wasn’t going to be the one to save me. R.J. wasn’t going to be any sort of knight in shining armor for me.

“Do you know how awesome it is that the president of the club wants to fuck my Old Lady?” Blaze said with a mystified look on his face. He was overly proud about it. “Like that doesn’t happen. You just might be my ticket in. Finally. After all these years.”

“Lucky you,” I said with a sarcastic tone.





CHAPTER 19





A knock at the door quickly signaled to Blaze that our little talk was over.

“Shhh,” he said as he put his finger to his mouth.

He peeked out of the peephole and ran back over to the bed.

“It’s R.J.,” he whispered. “You better show him a good fucking time tonight.”

The look he gave me shook me to my very core, and I knew he meant business. I’d never been pimped out before. I was terrified, but I wasn’t going to let him see that.

Blaze made his way back to the door where he unlocked it and swung it wide open.

“Come in, come in,” he said hurriedly.

R.J. immediately turned and looked at me, sprawled out and restrained on the bed. His dark eyes pierced right through me, and I wondered what sorts of horrible things he was going to do. I was at his mercy. I was at Blaze’s mercy. I wasn’t a human being to either of them.

“So, twenty minutes, right?” Blaze said to R.J.

“Yep,” he replied as he patted Blaze on the shoulder like some sort of pet.

I started shivering and shaking uncontrollably with each step R.J. took towards me. I didn’t know what he was going to do. I didn’t know if he was going to be gentle or rough or something in between. If I’d learned anything in the last week, it was that sex with complete strangers is never a good idea.

“You can go now, Blaze,” R.J. hissed.

I hadn’t noticed Blaze still standing in the doorway. I knew Blaze thought of me as his property, so I was a little surprised that he was so willing to share me. It seemed, however, that he was quite positive this was going to be his ticket into the Hell’s Highway Motorcycle Club. For whatever reason, he seemed hell bent on achieving that. And at any cost.

Blaze reluctantly left, and R.J. turned back and went to lock the door. He locked the bolt as well as the chain.

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and tried not to vomit.

“Are you okay?” R.J. asked as he turned back towards me. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”

I glanced up at him with big, scared eyes and said nothing. My teeth were beginning to chatter from the cool air gushing out of the window AC unit.