Wild Nights(6)

 “You told us to meet you in the lobby. You didn’t ask us to wait in our rooms while you showered,” Tess said. “Sorry.”

They didn’t see the seriousness of the situation like I did, and I didn’t have time to argue about who said what.

A man in tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt strolled past the lobby where we sat. It was Blaze.

 “Checking out early, ladies?” He asked. A thick chain dangled from his front pocket to his back, and he held his helmet in the crook of his left elbow. “Let me know if you need help with your luggage.”

 I turned my face away from his general direction and Tess and Raquel said nothing.

 “I really hope you all enjoyed your stay. I know you did, Molly,” he said as he walked away with an evil smirk.

 “Sick,” Tess whispered to Raquel.

Our taxi pulled up and we loaded our luggage into the trunk. As we drove off and headed to a much nicer part of Tulsa, I felt relieved. We checked into a four star hotel with cameras and state of the art security in a more upscale area. I knew Blaze wouldn’t be able to harass us there.

It was a pretty penny to upgrade to this hotel, but I offered to cover the costs since we had to relocate due to my stupidity. The only downside was that we were unable to book adjoining rooms or a suite. Raquel and Rachel were on the fourth and sixth floors respectively, and I was on the tenth floor. It was still a million times better than the seedy motel with the broken door locks that was for sure.





CHAPTER 3





Later that night, after 10 hours on our feet at a trade show, we hit up a local Mexican cantina for our final dinner before flying out the next morning. After the stress of the last 24 hours, I took it upon myself to order us a pitcher of margaritas. Raquel barely had one, but Tess had two. Never one to let things go to waste; I finished the rest of the pitcher.

Within an hour, I was feeling pretty good and relaxed enough that I knew I’d be able to fall asleep that night in the new hotel room by myself.

After dinner, we waited outside the restaurant for our cab to arrive. Raquel walked off to take a phone call from her husband while Tess went inside to use the restroom.

The loud rumble of what could only be a motorcycle pulled up behind me. I shuddered, not wanting to turn around, but I had to. It was him.

 “Raquel?” I called out. She was nowhere to be seen and obviously not within earshot.

He climbed off his bike and let down the kickstand, eyes focused on me like a laser beam. I fished around in my purse for my cell phone, just in case.

I swallowed a big gulp of air as he sauntered up to me, eyes locked on mine.

Do not act afraid, I told myself. Fuck, he’s not a grizzly bear. I can handle him.

 “Blaze,” I said, as I held my head high. “What are you doing here?”

 “I told you, I had to get more of you before you left town,” he smiled, hands in his pockets. He shrugged. He seemed so harmless in this state, but I had to remind myself that he creeped me the fuck out the night before and somehow found me at this restaurant in a city with over 400,000 people.

I suddenly felt wet below, and my pussy felt hot. The sex was pretty amazing the night before, which I couldn’t deny. But I really took a chance with him and the situation could’ve easily gone awry. Who knows what his friends would’ve done? Then again, he did leave as soon as I asked him to last night. He could’ve easily stayed and done something purely evil to me.

I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his private area, where his thick cock bulged out from his tight jeans.

Blaze sauntered up and slipped his arms around my waist. “You’re so gorgeous, Molly. One last time?”

He was definitely trying to butter me up.

Then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “And your pussy is so hot and tight. I have to have it tonight.”

I normally considered myself to be a pretty self-disciplined and definitely not naïve, but there was something about having this gorgeous, hot-blooded, thick cocked biker boy standing in front of me, wanting me, that made me want to throw it all out the window. He wanted me. He wanted me so badly that he tracked me down and followed me here. As creepy as it was and as confusing as it was to me, it turned me on more than anything had ever turned me on before. Never in my life had a man pursued me this way, and certainly not a man as good looking and skilled in bed as Blaze. He knew all the right buttons to push with me, and he didn’t even know my last name.

I looked around for Tess and Raquel and there was still no sign of either one of them. I saw a yellow taxi pulling up around the corner.

“That’s our ride,” I said to Blaze. “I better get going.”