She couldn’t believe she was just sitting here with a naked man, who was a virtual stranger, but he seemed to have no interest in taking advantage of her.
He sat cross-legged and she couldn’t help but see his equipment. His impressive equipment.
He tossed her the water bottle she’d opened earlier, then sipped from his own.
“So, why were you running away from that guy?” he asked casually.
Her gaze darted to her face. He had to know she’d been staring at his… uh… cock, but he didn’t acknowledge it in any way. Not even a smirk.
She wrapped her arms around her knees. “Well, it’s a long story, but basically I’m afraid he might hurt me.”
“Why?”
“I used to go out with him and he’s part of a motorcycle… uh… club and, well…” She hesitated, not quite sure how to explain her fears.
His eyebrow arched. “You think all bikers terrorize their ex-girlfriends when they break up?”
She pursed her lips. “No, not really. But just before I broke up with him, there was an incident. One of the others in his group killed his ex. That’s when I found out what he was.”
He frowned. “And what was he?”
“A gang member. A criminal. Probably a murderer. His gang was involved in some very violent incidents.” She shook her head. “Up until I saw that article in the paper, I hadn’t realized what he was. I mean, I knew he rode a motorcycle, but with me he was always…” She shrugged. “I don’t know, a real gentleman.” Her stomach clenched. “I couldn’t believe how wrong I’d been about him.”
“And what about me? You just hopped on my bike without a second thought.”
Her glance darted to him. “Oh, there were second thoughts, but I really had no choice.”
His hard, amber eyes locked on her, sending a chill through her. “You always have a choice.”
* * *
Marissa climbed on the bike behind him. A few moments ago, he’d pulled an extra leather jacket and helmet from his bag and handed them to her. She felt a little safer now that she’d donned the new gear.
Despite his distant manner, she’d seen the heat in his eyes when he’d watched her approach the water in her skimpy bathing suit. And again when she’d pulled on her clothes. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, she remembered the sight of his impressive cock and wondered what it would be like to stroke it and see his amber eyes heat to a warm glow.
He was a handsome man, with a body built for sin.
The vibration of the bike between her legs and the feel of his hard body under the leather sent heat thrumming through.
She seemed to have an addiction to dangerous, tattooed bikers. First Rip and now… damn, she didn’t even know his name.
But that wouldn’t stop her from having hot, sweaty, monkey sex with him.
The thought of his cock swelling at the sight of her, then him shoving her against a wall and driving into her sent her hormones skyrocketing.
Damn, what kind of idiot was she? She didn’t know this man, and he seemed dangerous and distant. She could find herself in a worse mess than she’d been in with Rip.
She had wanted to ask him if he’d take her back to the resort, but she was sure Rip could easily find her there. Sure, there were lots of people around, but she’d heard talk of secret dungeons, and not so secret dungeons, in the resort for those whose interests were along those lines. She didn’t know a lot about those kinds of things, but what if Rip kidnapped her from her suite and dragged her to one of those places. By paying or intimidating the staff in charge of the dungeon, he could lock her in there and do what he wanted to her.
This man might be an unknown, but for some reason she felt safe with him.
* * *
After about an hour, they were going down a long stretch of straight road, rather than the twists and turns much of the road had taken, when suddenly the bike turned onto a dirt side road. Marissa tightened her arms tighter around him at the jarring motion.
He spun the bike around, facing the road they’d just left.
Then she heard it. The sound of engines. She glanced back the way they’d come and saw them coming over the top of the hill, still quite a ways away. Several bikers riding together. Her heart raced.
“Fuck, did he bring his whole crew with him?” He grabbed her wrist and she felt him tug the bracelet from her wrist. “Damn, I should have realized you’re staying at Eden.”
He threw the bracelet along the road in the direction they’d been going.
“Why did you do that?” she asked.
“There’s a GPS in the bracelet. That’s how they’re tracking us.”