Gravel (MC Biker Romance) (12 page)

“We’re probably not the safest
people for you to hang around,” he said. His eyes shifted to the ground and
then back up to mine. “You’re a nice girl, Mia.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You
wanna
be a Black Ice girl?” he asked.

My heart skipped a beat. “I think
it’d be kind of cool actually.”

“No, no,” Raze said as she shook
his head. “It’s not cool.”

“Okay. Explain.”

“We have rules. They’re not my
rules. They’re club rules,” he explained. “You have to get initiated.”

“Like how?”

“There are things you have to do,”
he said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re too nice to be in
our group, Mia. Trust me.”

“I can be naughty,” I insisted,
trailing my finger down his muscled bicep.

“See Misty over there?” He nodded
towards the brunette bitch. “Those are the kinds of girls who get initiated.
They’re loose and fast. They have a past. They’re used to taking shit from
people. They’re not sweet and innocent like you.”

“I have to get out of this town. If
I don’t leave with you, I’ll probably stay here forever,” I replied. My eyes
pleaded with his. I just wanted a chance. “Take me with you. I’ll do anything.”

“Sometimes we have to share our
girls,” he said. “I couldn’t share you, Mia. Not with those guys.”

“So can’t you leave the gang and we
can start our own little gang?” I said with a flirty smile. He seemed to be
growing annoyed at me for not taking him seriously.

“I’m stuck with these guys for
life.” He stared down at his almost empty glass of whiskey. He shot the rest of
it and then slammed it on the counter, almost shattering the crystal. “I don’t
have a choice.”

“Of course you do,” I argued.
“Everyone has a choice.”

Raze slipped his strong hands
around my tiny waste and pulled me off the bar stool and closer to him. I
looked over his shoulder to see the Misty fawning over another guy in the gang,
and then I saw a group of older members all foaming at the mouth as they stared
at Raze and me.

“I’m telling you, I can’t,” he
said
as he looked me stern in the face. “I can’t do that to
you.”

“Maybe it’s not up to you. Let me
decide. Tell me what I have to do,” I
demanded
as I
looked him square into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Our initiation requires
demonstration of…sexual skills. The women of the group are expected to serve,”
he said. “The first year, you belong to all of us. After that, you pledge your
exclusivity to one of us. In return, we promise to honor and protect our
women.”

I liked the idea of being
exclusively
Raze’s
, but I wasn’t sure if I could make
myself do those things with the other men. I sat quietly as I thought about it.
This was going to be my only ticket out of here. The only way I could be with
Raze.

“Do yourself a favor and say no,”
Raze pleaded. “I don’t think I can share you. You’re not even mine yet and the
thought of sharing you makes me angry.”

“Think of the end result,” I said.
“That’s all that matters. What’s one year?”

Raze shrugged and looked down at
his boots. His biceps tensed and flexed a couple times.

“You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever
met,” Raze said. “I hardly know you, but I know that you’re not like the
others. I don’t get to be around girls like you that often.”

Raze nudged towards the brunette
across the room that was hanging all over one of the men.

“She’s being initiated right now,”
he said. “It’s her second week. Jimmy found her over in Tulsa and she latched
onto him
somethin
’ fierce. Though I have a feeling
she’d rather be with me.”

“Have you…have you done things with
her?” I asked, although I didn’t want to know the answer.

Raze shrugged. “Not because I
wanted to. As the vice president, I’m expected to participate in certain
rituals.”

“I see,” I replied. I could feel a
frown forming on my face as a shot of jealousy coursed through my body, though
I tried my best to hide it.

I took a couple swigs of my gin and
tonic. “Ah, what the hell. Let’s do this.”

“Are you sure?” he asked with
winced eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Mia.”

“I want to. I want to be with you.
I want to travel the country on the back of your bike,” I replied. “I’m
one-hundred percent sure.”

I could feel my palms start to
sweat as I realized what I’d just agreed to. I was going to be a biker slut for
a whole year. Those greasy, hairy men would be able to touch me and have their
way with me, but after that year, Raze would be all mine and I would be all
his. If I could keep focused on the end goal, this would be worth it all.

“I’ll be right back,” Raze said as
he slowly stepped away. He walked over to a couple guys standing by a pool
table drinking beers. I saw them look towards
me and nod
.
One of them walked over to another guy and nudged him, and then I saw them
point towards the motel.

Raze came back over to where I was
standing. He leaned down and gave me a tender kiss, his five o’clock shadow
tickling my soft cheek.

“You really don’t have to do this,”
he reminded me.

“Stop before I change my mind,” I
said as I playfully batted his tatted-up arm. His muscles were rock hard. I
swilled the rest of the gin and tonic back and guzzled it down. I got one more
shot and quickly gulped that down as well. I needed a little bit of liquid
courage.

“Let’s go,” Raze said as he grabbed
my arm and escorted me out of the bar. “I’ll be there the whole time.”

“Okay,” I said. My palms were
sweating again, and I wiped them on my jeans. My heart felt like it was about
to fly out of my chest at any moment.

“You’ll be fine,” he said. “The
only requirement is that you do what they ask and you never say no.”

What could they possibly ask of me?
I wondered. They seemed like hot-blooded, All-American men. They shouldn’t be
that hard to please.

Raze led me to motel room number
six. It was his room. He unlocked the door, and we went inside. I took a seat
on the end of the bed. Raze seemed nervous and paced back and forth.

“Raze, you’re scaring me,” I said.

“I just don’t want to share you,”
he said. He ran his fingers through his tousled, dark hair.

“When are they going to be here?
Maybe we can get started without them? Then you can have me to yourself for a
bit?” I said with a flirty smile.

Almost without warning, Raze lunged
at me like a lion attacking his prey and pinned me beneath him. He buried his
face in my neck and nibbled my ear. He ripped my camisole off and over my head
and I tore his vest and top off. He kissed my mouth hard as he reached his hand
down and unfastened my pants. He slipped his hand in and slid a finger down
between my pussy lips as he massaged my clit. I wanted Raze inside of me, and I
wanted him bad. His hot mouth encompassed my left nipple as his right hand
massaged my right breast. He was rough to say the least, but it felt good. I
reached down and slid my jeans and panties the rest of the way off. I was
completely naked underneath him now, and there was no going back now.

“I want you so bad,” Raze heaved.

“Me too,” I sighed back. “I just
want you inside me.”

“They’re going to be here soon,” he
said as he killed the mood. “We should stop. This isn’t protocol.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I’m the one who brings you into
the initiation, we aren’t supposed to do anything until the initiation period
is over.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I
yelled. “So we can’t do anything for a year? You didn’t tell me that. That
makes no sense!”

“I know from the outside it seems
insane, but they have their reasons. We have to follow the rules if we want to
be together,” Raze said. He took one strong hand and brushed a tendril of
blonde hair out of my eyes. He was so hard and strong yet so soft and tender at
the same time. Raze was a true anomaly.

“I just want to be with you, Raze,”
I sighed. “Just promise me you’ll still be waiting for me in a year. That you
won’t have moved onto someone else.”

“I’ll be counting down the days,”
he
said
as he looked me in the eyes. “Believe me.”

“Are you going to be in here when
the guys come in?” I asked.

Raze looked conflicted. “I want to
be here for you, Mia, but I don’t think I can watch all those other guys having
their way with you.”

“So I’ll be by myself,” I said as
my lips trembled. He sure was good at changing his tune it seemed.

“It’ll be okay,” he reassured me.
“I promise.”

Just then there was a loud knock on
the door.

“Please stay,” I begged. “I need
you here.”

“
Yo
,
Raze, you ready for us?” a loud male’s voice boomed on the other side of the
door.

“Yeah,” Raze yelled back. His eyes
seemed to apologize to me.

The door flung wide open and two
older bikers strutted in. One had dark hair with streaks of gray and his face
was covered in wrinkles, probably from the thousands of days he spent riding
under the hot sun. He had a permanent scowl on his face. The other had gray
hair and a long gray beard that went down to the middle of his chest.

“That’s my dad, Ace,” Raze said as
he pointed to the guy with the dark hair. “And my uncle, ZZ. They’re the
highest ranking
guys in the club. They get to have you
first.”

“You
gonna
stay and watch, Raze?” Ace asked as his tongue practically wagged out of his
mouth.

“Yeah,” he said. With that, he gave
me one look and I could tell he didn’t want to. He was doing it for me.

I
laid
naked on the bed while Ace and ZZ stared me down. They each unbuckled their
giant belt buckles, slid off their chaps and jeans, and tore off their tops and
vests. They looked at me with the hungriest eyes I’d ever seen. Their bodies
were solid and their beer bellies were covered in a crazy mess of hair.

Ace stepped towards me first. From
what I assumed, he was the president of the gang, so he got to go first.

“You’re real pretty,” he said. He
kneeled down on the bed next to me and rubbed my breasts. “So perky. She
ain’t
been rode hard and put away wet like those other
girls.”

“Not yet,” ZZ laughed.

ZZ took a seat in a chair on the
other side of the room, where Raze was seated with his head in his hands, and
watched the action begin to unfold as he touched himself.

The thought of fucking these
strange men instantly made me want to vomit. I closed my eyes and tried to
quiet my mind, but I knew it was wrong. Raze was right. I wasn’t cut out for
this lifestyle.

Lying on the bed, I began to
quiver. Within seconds, I was shaking uncontrollably.

“Uh, Raze,” Ace said as he stopped
and stood up off the bed. “Is she alright?”

Raze looked up at me and he knew.
He flew across the room and grabbed me by the crook of my elbow to help me up
off the bed.

“I told you, Mia,” he sighed. “You
don’t have to do this. You’re not this kind of girl.”

Sheepish and mortified, I buried my
head in his shoulder while his dad and uncle buckled their pants and got the
hell out of there.

“I’m sorry I made you look bad,” I
said.

“Sorry?” he said. “You have nothing
to be sorry for. You didn’t make me look bad. Don’t worry about it.”

“So I guess this means we can’t be
together?”

Raze lifted his defeated eyes to
meet mine.

We left his motel room, and I
followed Raze back across the parking lot and over to the long line of cycles
parked outside the bar. He hoisted me up and placed me on the seat of his bike
and looked me square in the eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked. He rubbed
my face, my hair, and then my arms. “I never should’ve put you in that
position.”

I nodded as tears streamed down my
cheeks. “I’m fine.”

Raze placed his hand under my chin,
leaned in, and kissed my mouth tenderly. His hands then cupped the side of my
face and he ran his fingers through my hair.