Wild Ride (3 page)

She climbed off the bike and fished in the saddle bag for a bottle of water, then pulled it out and took a deep sip.  A splash alerted her to the fact he’d dived into the water.  She walked partway to the water’s edge and sat on a big rock.  She’d love to go in the calm, clear water, too.  And since she had her bathing suit on under her clothes she did not have to strip down to nothing.  But going in the water with the naked man… wouldn’t that be inviting trouble?

She breathed in the hot, heavy air and sweat trickled down her neck and between her breasts.  She was sweaty and tired and a dip in the water would revive her.

Ah, hell, trouble was already snapping at her heels.  If the guy was going to attack her, her being in or out of the water wouldn’t matter, so she might as well enjoy a nice swim.

She stood up and stripped off her shirt and short denim skirt, then dropped them on the rock.  She kicked off her sandals and walked toward the water.  The man tread water about ten yards from the small strip of sand.  His gaze followed her and her skin tingled at his masculine perusal.

She waded into the water.  The bottom sloped deeply so she was quickly in over her head and started to swim.  She loved the water and after a few strokes, turned on her back and floated.  After a few minutes, she switched to treading water again and realized the man was on the beach, sitting on the sand.  Still totally naked.

She swam back to shore.  He seemed like the impatient type and she didn’t know if he would decide to climb back on the bike and take off.  She walked from the sandy bottom of the water to the small beach, then to the rock and picked up her shirt.

“You’re soaking wet,” the man said.  “You can take a few minutes to sit and dry off.”

She nodded and walked to the sand.  There were only patchy areas of sunlight making its way through the dense foliage, so she picked a sunny spot a couple yards from where he sat.

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.”

The bike lurched forward and he drove along the bumpy dirt road.  He took a few more turns along the way, clearly determined to lose their pursuers.

They traveled for quite a while before he finally pulled over again.

He dismounted and dropped his helmet on the seat.

She stared at him, her eyes wide and her heart beating erratically.  “Do you think they’ll find us?”

He shook his head.  “You’re fine.”  He glanced at her speculatively.  “You want me to take you back to Eden?”

Although the whole island was called Eden, the locals tended to refer to the castle itself as Eden.

She shook her head.  “I assume he knows that’s where I’m staying.  I don’t think I’ll be safe there.”

“So you’d rather keep riding around with me?”  His hard stare pierced through her.  He frowned.  “You make some interesting choices.  We’re alone in this isolated place.  Just the two of us.  You’re not afraid of what I might do?”

His words sent a shiver through her.  “Like what?”

Stupid words.  She didn’t know why she’d said them.  Except to challenge him.

Which, as he stepped close to her, she realized wasn’t a good idea.

He grabbed her face between his hands and captured her mouth with his.  His tongue drove deep into her mouth, filling her.  Consuming her.

Overwhelmed by his closeness, his masculinity, his power, she stiffened.  As his tongue continued to plunge into her, she was overwhelmed with tumultuous emotions.  Was it fear?  A little.  But also intense, almost consuming desire to totally submit to him.

She gasped as he pushed her back against the hard, thick trunk of a tree behind her.  His hand glided down her neck, then sharply tugged down the zipper of her jacket.  His hand slid inside and he cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly.  She sucked in a breath as his thumb found her hardening nipple and rolled it roughly.

Oh, God, she should be frightened, but instead excitement hummed through her.

“What if I took you right here right now against this tree?” he said roughly.

She just stared into his blazing amber eyes, overwhelmed by his closeness.

“What if I drove into you and rode you until you screamed out my name?”

“I don’t know your name.”

He glared at her, his savage golden eyes crackling with anger, though she didn’t know why.

“It’s Killer.”

The dangerous implications of his name sent a chill through her, despite the depth of desire glazing his words, but then he drove his tongue deep into her mouth again, searing away her thoughts.  His body pressed forward, crushing her against the tree.  He squeezed her breast, then tugged her shirt open, scattering buttons, and slid his hand inside, now caressing her naked skin.  When his fingers dipped under her bra and he pinched her hard nipple, she gasped.

His hips pivoted forward, pressing his big, hard bulge against her.

“You haven’t answered me.”

Her heart pounded as she stared at his golden eyes, like a predator’s.  She tried to slow her erratic breathing by drawing in a deep breath, conscious of his gaze burrowing through her.

His name was Killer.  He was a dangerous man.

Uneasiness seeped through her.

“What if…”  She sucked in a breath again, building up her courage.  “I asked you…”  She tried to catch her breath as she stared into his blazing eyes.  “Not to?”

Sparks flared again in his amber eyes.  She was conscious of his hard, muscular body crushing her to the tree, his big cock hard and thick against her.  Despite her unease, her insides cried out to feel that big member inside her, despite her words.  Her vagina tightened in anticipation.

Then he scowled and released her.  He stepped back.

She hadn’t really believed he’d back off.

She hadn’t believed he’d take her against her will, either, but he must know that his extreme masculinity, and dominant authority over her made her melt.  It would be so easy for him to have her swooning in his arms.

He’d already proven it.

But he turned away now and started toward the bike.

* * *

Killer didn’t know what the hell had come over him.  He didn’t coerce women to have sex with him.  He didn’t let his gonads dictate how he treated a woman, no matter how intense his desire for her.

And this woman had him hot beyond belief.

But she was far too trusting.  Far too willing to put herself in harm’s way.  A part of him had wanted to scare her into rejecting him.

“Wait,” she said.

He turned back and gazed at her.  Fuck, she was so sexy standing there with the zipper of her jacket half pulled down, her shirt underneath disheveled with the swell of her naked breast peering out.  His body clenched at the memory of her soft, silky flesh in his hand.  Of the feel of her hard nipple between his fingertips.  And the soft murmurs of pleasure she’d made, that he was sure she wasn’t even aware of making.

“What?” he said sharply, wanting her to straighten up, and cover up, so he could put these unsettling memories behind him.

“I didn’t say I wanted you not to.”

His gaze shot to her face and the need in her eyes spiraled through his gut and drove him toward her in two long strides.  He cupped her face and tugged it to his, then drove his tongue deep.  Her tongue met his and they tangled together.  His groin tightened and his cock swelled even harder,

She unzipped her jacket and shrugged it away, then unfastened the remaining buttons on her blouse.  He released her mouth and glanced down at the lovely sight of her bikini clad breasts revealed to him as she drew the shirt open.

He cupped both breasts, the soft mounds conforming to his palms.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

She stroked his raspy cheek and gazed at him with glowing eyes.  She unzipped his jacket, her gaze locked on his face.  Then she stroked down his chest and he felt the snap of his jeans release.  His heart rate accelerated.

She drew down the zipper slowly, purposely building up anticipation.

“I want to touch you,” she said, as if seeking permission.

Fuck, and he wanted to feel her soft hands on him.

He nodded.  “Do it.”

When she slipped her hand inside and grasped his aching cock, he almost gasped.

God he wanted her.

She stroked him a couple of times, then released him, leaving his cock twitching with need.  She took his hands from her breasts and squeezed his fingers, then she lowered down to a crouch in front of him.  Her delightfully soft fingers wrapped around him again and he stifled a groan.