Taken (2 page)

A chance. Okay. This she could do. She could walk into a bar, order a glass of wine and just see what the guy was like. The thought was ridiculous, insane in fact. Laughing, she cut the engine and took a deep breath. She’d never been afraid of anything in her life. Why this?
Because this is very much out of your comfort zone.
The thought was true enough, the realization worse. “No pain no gain, right?”

Just before he went inside he turned.

“Dear God.” Jess froze, her heart racing. The man was drop dead gorgeous.
Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me.

He simply looked at his bike, as if to see if the Harley was secure then tossed the door open.

Gulping, Jess eased out of her car, smoothing down her skirt. She whisked her hand through her long, blond hair and took a few tentative steps forward. When she found herself in front of the entrance to the bar she held her head high and placed her hand on the doorknob. Going inside seemed to be one of the most difficult things she’d done.

But she managed.

The bar wasn’t crowded, but the patrons inside were enjoying the loud sounds of blaring televisions, various sports playing from the multiple sets. She scanned the perimeter. Counting five women inside, she exhaled slowly, tamping back her nerves. Without a doubt, she certainly wasn’t dressed the part.
No pain no gain. No pain no gain.

“What will you have, honey?”

She heard the gruff voice, knew she was being asked a question, but she couldn’t help but continue her search for biker man. “Um. Red wine.”

The bartender chuckled. “I’ll see what we have.”

Jess couldn’t find Biker Man and she shifted closer to the bar, very aware she was being checked out by several men. A rough and tumble time in bed, huh? Yeah maybe. A full two minutes passes and she grew more and more anxious.

“Here you go, little lady.”

“Thanks.” She accepted the wine and held the glass in front of her face. Thoughts raced through her mind. She should leave now. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t her normal behavior or the kind of people she hung around with. This was…

“To find a lady, a true beauty inside a biker bar is fascinating.”

His voice alone sent shivers skating down her spine and directly into her pussy. She sucked in her breath, feeling the heat of his breath against the side of her neck. “I have many sides.”

“We all do. Exploring the darkness dwelling within us is perhaps the most incredible journey we’ll ever take. That is, if one is willing to let go.”

“Letting go is something I crave.” Jess shuddered as he moved closer. Why was she admitting her darkest desire to a stranger?

“Then you’ve come to the right place. You’ve found the right man. Tell me what you desire?”

When his fingers brushed against her cheek she gripped the edge of the bar.
You can do this. You can. You can.
Garnering the last of her courage she turned around.

“Hello beautiful,” he breathed.

Shocking blue eyes, the kind she could melt into, were twinkling, even in the dim lighting. The husky voice, sensuous yet gruff as if consuming one too many cigarettes, suited him. Sporting what had to be a three-day shadow, his shaggy hair was as unkempt as the wrinkled shirt he wore under his leather jacket. For about a million reasons she was shocked she was as attracted to him as she was. Her pussy ached, her nipples hard enough the lacey bra was now confining. He stood well over her six foot plus frame in heels. His body muscular in all the right places, her mind reeled with endless and very wicked possibilities. She couldn’t help thinking about him naked, hovering over her as he fucked her hard.

“Such a pretty lady having such lurid thoughts. I think I just might need a taste of you.”

“Lurid thoughts? I think you’re a bit presumptive,” Jess spewed as she gave him a venomous look. Was her look that telling or was this about another asshole thinking all women wanted to fuck?

“Well, then perhaps you’re thinking about feeding me to the alligators.”

“More like it.”

“I love a woman with sass. Tell me, what’s your name, sunshine?”

Damn he oozed sex appeal. “Jess.”

“Jess?”

“Just Jess.”

“Well, Just Jess, happy to meet you.”

The moment she took his outstretched hand, her legs quaked.
Whew.
She was as turned on as she’d ever been. Thank God the lights were dim or he’d no doubt see the flush creeping up on her face. “Do you have a name or should I just call you asshole?”

“Ouch! Feisty too. You can call me Craze.”

“Craze?” Jess laughed. “Perfect for you.”

“Watch this one, Craze. I can tell she’s a ballbuster,” the bartender huffed.

So he was known here. Interesting. “I’m just a girl trying to have a glass of wine in peace, with zero leeches.”

“I doubt that, sunshine, given you followed me into the bar.” Craze’s eyes twinkled as he crowded her space.

What a pompous son of a bitch. She sidestepped his advance and wrapped her hand around her glass of wine. She took a sip and looked away, as if he didn’t matter. All the while her body, the little voice inside her head, and every muscle and cell was screaming how attracted she was in the sluttiest manner.

“Yep, just another lady hot to trot for a biker.”

“I followed you? Not a chance, buster.” She heard the teasing tone in his voice and longed to kick him right between the legs.

Craze chuckled and took a swig of his beer. “Doesn’t seem like the kind of place a lady would frequent. As a matter of fact, I haven’t seen you in here before. Hey Chuck. Have you ever seen this delicious creature in your fine establishment before?”

As the bartender hovered over the bar, she wanted nothing more than to rip out Craze’s eyes.

“There ain’t no ladies in this bar, only women longing to get drunk and laid. I can only imagine which one she’s hankering for,” Chuck said as he grinned.

Before she had a chance to toss the wine in the man’s face, Craze grabbed her wrist. “Tsk, tsk. Not the behavior of a lady.”

“You know what, Craze?” Jess asked coyly she stood on her toes, meeting him eye to eye. “You don’t know me. You have no idea what I’m made of. None.”

“Well, a line drawn in the sand. I love a challenge. Shame you underestimate me.” Craze took a step back. His gaze was slow as he roamed the length of her. When his eyes returned to her face, he rubbed his jaw. “You’re a very conservative woman at work, powerful in your own right. You go about every day playing the part, hiding behind the mask you’ve woven so tightly around you that you’re suffocating. No one knows the real you. You pine away for something dark, a kink most would run away from. Not you. You hunger for a man to take control, showing you the darker side of passion, one that will leave you breathless with need.” After taking another sip of his beer he winked. “Am I close?”

She swallowed hard as beads of sweat trickled down the back of her neck. How in the hell could this arrogant jerk read her so easily? “As I said, you don’t know me at all.” Her strangled words gave her away.

“Really? I think you know I’m right and I can tell you’re ready to let go, experience life in a manner you can only dream about. My guess is you’re too proud to pleasure yourself. You have toys, but I’ll bet you haven’t used them in years. Am I getting warmer, sunshine?”

Sniffing, she gave him an
eat-shit-and-die
look. “Nice try. Do you use that line on every girl you meet, the ones you’ll never be able to get into bed?” The sound of Chuck’s garbled laugh only fueled her. “You can’t find a woman who tolerates your bullshit so you prey on those you think you can use your fake bravado on. I’m not one of those weak women. In fact, I’m unlike any other woman you’ve met.”

Craze exhaled, a whistle pushing past his lips. “Fascinating.”

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Jess smiled, mentally high fiving herself, yet her lust remained, burning to the very core of her being. She took a sip of wine then a gulp, her nerves on edge. Sparring was tasty.

A full minute passed.

“Well, I’ll leave you to enjoy your wine, very much alone, but I have one last question to ask you.”

Against her better judgment she played along. “Yes?”

He leaned forward until their lips were almost touching. When he spoke, his words were nothing but a dark and dangerous whisper. “Tell me. Are you hot and wet, your silk blouse sticking to your skin, desire sizzling your blood? Is your thong soaked from your sweet juice, your pussy clenching from anticipation of a man taking you, controlling you? Owning you? Do you dream at night about being taken over a man’s knee, punished like the bad little girl you are?”

Jess opened her mouth to retort, yet she could only breathe out. They locked eyes and for a few seconds she could swear he was going to kiss her.

Craze issued a low-slung growl and lowered his head to the left, allowing his lips to touch her earlobe. “You smell divine.”

Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
Her knees were knocking, her breath stolen.
Keep your cool.
She eased back and gave him a harsh glare.

He said nothing, merely took a step back and turned.

When he moved off into the crowd, completely ignoring her, Jess was floored. No man walked away from her. Huffing, she slammed back the rest of her wine, glared at Chuck and pushed the glass in his direction. “I’ll take another.”

“Of course.” Chuck maintained a shit-eating grin.

Time to freshen up. She wasn’t finished with the jerk-off. Not by a long shot.

****

Randolph Mitchell, Craze to his friends, narrowed his eyes as the voluptuous blond passed by. For some reason he was more turned on than he’d been in years. Granted, few women pushed his buttons on purpose. Jess was one ballsy chick. Why had she followed him into a biker bar? He’d seen the look, albeit briefly, on her face when he’d parked the bike. A second look confirmed the woman was intrigued. She had guts going into a hardcore joint.

The flaxen haired beauty was more like a wild mare, one who needed training. One who needed to be yanked over his lap, skirt up and panties down, and her ass tanned. He rubbed the two-day stubble on his chin, vile thoughts swirling around in his mind. She was all but begging for attention, her needs evident by her body’s reaction to him alone. Then again, his cock ached like a son of a bitch, so who was he kidding?

There was something about this woman in particular, an electric connection. He needs were rocket high and red hot. They were strangers, knowing nothing about each other, but he wanted to taste her, take her hard. No, he wanted nothing less than to own her.

He shook his head and polished off his beer, sliding the bottle all the way down the bar toward Chuck. Giving his old buddy a quick grin, he moved toward the darkened hallway leading to the bathrooms. He waited in the shadows, his desire increasing with each passing second. When she exited, he moved quickly, pushing her against the wall and placing both palms on either side of her head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she huffed, her eyes wide as saucers.

“Exactly what you need, what you’ve been craving and what deserve.” Lowering his head he captured her mouth, crushing his lips against hers. The kiss was forceful and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring the hot recesses. The taste of her was amazing and the way her breasts pressed against his chest brought out his animal instinct.

A strangled moan floated past the kiss as she beat at his chest with her fists, her body undulating.

Craze broke the moment of passion and snarled before wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, intertwining his fingers in her long locks. “Don’t fight me, sunshine. You know you want this and I’m going to taste all of you tonight.”

“How dare you!”

“How dare I?”

Jess managed to slap him.

Hissing, he snagged her hand, wrenching her wrist, before yanking her forward, tugging down her hair until her back arced. The kiss becoming more barbaric, he cupped her ass with his other hand, squeezing as he rubbed his groin back and forth.

While she continued to fight, her actions grew less demanding, her sounds of discord switching to moans. She wiggled, trying to kick out, both hands slapping at his forearms.

Craze continued the kiss until she stopped moving then bit her lower lip as he growled.

Panting, Jess dug her nails into his arms. “No…no, no…”

As he released her tender skin he cupped her jaw, the grip firm. He held her in place and took a step back. In their struggle buttons had loosened, exposing her lace bra. Using the pad of a single finger, he brushed down from her neck to her chin, tracing zigzags as he moved to the swell of her breasts.

Her breath sounds were ragged, her eyelids blinking rapidly. “You can’t. I…”

“Yes, I can and will. You want nothing less. Imagine what I will do to your sweet, little body,” Craze whispered as he eased his finger to the thin lace edge of her bra. “Think about when I fill your mouth.” He breathed across her face.

“Um…”

“Fill your pussy.” Dipping his head, he licked across her breastbone.

Shuddering, she dropped a few inches as she licked her lips, her eyes closing.

“Fuck your tight ass.” Using his teeth, he peeled away the lace covering, exposing her nipple. “I’m going to take everything I want.” He took her rosy bud into his mouth, sucking as he swirled his tongue.

“Oh God.”

The feel of her, the way she responded told him how much she wanted to let go, to have a powerful man dominate her. He couldn’t resist touching all of her. “Are your panties wet?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

“Good girl. Do you hunger for more?” Using the flat of his hand, Craze rubbed down her chest to the front of her skirt. Gathering the hem in his fingers, he curled the fabric. “Spread your legs.”

“Yes, I do. I just…” Her eyes were glassy.

“Do you hunger to have a throbbing cock buried in your snatch?”

A slight moan pushed past her pursed lips. “God yes.”

He fingered the thin elastic before slipping his fingers past the slight hindrance. The moment he found her clit, swirling the tip of his finger, her entire body began to tremble. “You’re wet. You’re in need.”