Riding Hot (2 page)

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The road was completely empty. In the dead of night the only sources of light were the stars and the van headlamps. Lucas knew the road ran perfectly straight for miles, so he switched on cruise control and took his hands and feet off the wheel and pedals.

Lila Black was still asleep in the back, knocked out cold by the chloroform. As she lay there, Lucas's mind began to wander towards his captive. Why had she run away? Would the Iron Sons just send her back to her father once they had what they wanted from the Red Angels?

Lucas stopped himself. His job was to do whatever the club needed him to do, not to philosophize about why. Even so, his mind kept drifting back towards the young woman, alone in the back of his van. He'd never had to kidnap anyone before, and certainly never a hot, young redhead like the one currently in his possession. Something else was different, too. When he'd pinned her down on the bed, he'd hesitated. He'd never hesitated like that before, but something about the girl had diluted his resolve, however briefly. He’d
wanted
her. Lila was barely twenty, and her hips and waist had well defined curves. When he'd touched her skin, the soft, vulnerable flesh had made him stir even more. He'd gotten hard just from that moment.

Lucas slapped himself this time. The Iron Sons needed the girl unspoiled, or so the boss had said. Tapping her was off limits. But why? Was the club president keen on getting a first taste? Was that why he wanted Connor Black's daughter? So he could fuck her and send a message to her father? The questions kept nibbling away at his mind, including the treacherous thought of letting her go free, sparing her from whatever fate his fellow Iron Sons had in mind for her. He tried his best to suppress these thoughts and just concentrate on the job at hand, but with little success. Finally, Lila spared him the effort by letting him know she was awake.

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Lila slowly came to, her vision still blurred and her head groggy from the chemical forced into her face. She was lying on the floor of some van, her wrists and ankles still bound. At least the floor of the van was carpeted, though what for she couldn't guess. The van was still moving, which meant she still had time to escape.

Lila clenched her fists and squeezed her knuckles together as hard as she could until the flexi-cuffs slid over her hands and off. They left painful welts on her wrists, but at least her hands were now free. Under cover of the noise of the engine, she struggled for a while with the flexi-cuffs around her ankles. Eventually, it occurred to her to slip off her shoes, after which removing the plastic cuffs was much easier. But even though she was now free of her cuffs, she was still trapped in a moving van with her captor. Scanning around the van surreptitiously, Lila noticed a box cutter knife lying in the corner. Now she had a weapon. Keeping low to the floor, Lila took the knife and crawled up behind Lucas, then pressed the blade against his neck.

"Do exactly as I say or I'll cut your throat," Lila hissed menacingly into her captor's ear.

Lucas appeared to comply. Then he switched off cruise control and slammed on the brakes, swerving into a hard shoulder and pulling over. Lila went flying forward and dropped the knife, but now that they'd come to a stop, Lila grabbed the keys from the ignition and bolted into the back again. Lucas scrambled after her and grabbed her foot as she struggled with the rear door. She kicked and struggled as Lucas fought to subdue her, and before long he had her wrists and body pinned down again.

Lila's heart was pounding. Once again, her captor was bearing down on her, lodged firmly between her thighs. Only this time, he looked a lot angrier.

"You could've gotten us both killed, you stupid bitch!" Lucas snarled.

"Can you blame me after you kidnapped me, asshole?" Lila snapped back.

"I don't want to hurt you, Lila, I really don't," Lucas answered, "But you're testing my patience to the limit."

"Do you even know why I ran away from the Red Angels?" Lila asked, more anguished than angry. "Do you even care?"

"No, I don't know or care," Lucas replied bluntly. "I do what the Iron Sons need me to do, and I do it without hesitation or failure."

Lila should have felt fear in that situation. But instead she was frustrated. She was helpless and powerless beneath the imprisoning weight and overpowering strength of this man. She couldn't dislodge him or escape without his consent, and for some bizarre reason, a growing part of her didn't want to. His sheer aggression and physical strength was intimidating, and yet he hadn't actually hurt her. The power to harm her was there, but thus far he hadn't used it. Why was he being so gentle with her? His position of dominance, coupled with the fact that his crotch was pressing against her own, was causing a fluttering in her heart and a strange tingling in her pussy. Was she actually lusting after her kidnapper? How sick.

And yet it was true. The more she accepted the fact that her only chance of freedom was through her captor, the more her body felt drawn to him. It was an infuriating feeling, knowing that she'd have to plead from a position of submission, but it was all she could do.

"Lucas," Lila said in a subdued voice, "please, just let me go."

"I can't do that, Lila." Lucas replied with a tiny hint of regret, "I have orders, and I need to follow them."

"If you'd been ordered to kill me, would you have done it?" Lila asked him. He paused for a long time before answering.

"I've killed people before," he replied at length, "but I'm glad it's never been that often. And you're no use to anyone dead."

"My dad ordered me to kill someone today," Lila began. "I've always done whatever he wanted, even when it meant not having a normal life outside an outlaw biker club. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't murder someone in cold blood just to prove my loyalty to him. That's why I ran away. I want to get away from this life where I'm just a chess piece for the Red Angels and the Iron Sons and all the other groups. I just want my life to be mine to control for once."

Lucas kept up a hard exterior, but it was clear Lila's plea had had an effect on him, and not just emotionally. It was obvious her body had aroused him back at the motel, and the same thing was happening again now. She could even feel the bulge in his crotch growing just from being so close to her. With reluctant growing desire, Lila began to hump her captor, gently grinding her groin against his. Lucas's hands slowly relinquished their grip on Lila's wrists and began to wander down over her breasts to her waist and up underneath her shirt again. His touch made Lila shiver, this time in genuine pleasure, as he savored the feel of her soft, feminine skin. Far from taking advantage of her partial freedom to escape, Lila's hands remained pressed back against the floor, as if they were still pinned in place. She arched her back sensuously as her kidnapper ran his hands across her bare skin.

At last neither of them could hold back any longer. Lila pulled her shirt off before undoing and discarding her bra as Lucas removed his jacket and took off his own shirt. Their pants were next to go as they unbuttoned and tugged off the rest of their clothing, leaving themselves totally naked. Lila's excitement spiked as she beheld Lucas's powerful body. His arms and shoulders were thick with strength. The muscles of his chest and stomach looked like they had been carved from stone. Physically, he was the epitome of a male, and Lila's female instincts compelled her to submit her body to him.

Lucas pinned Lila in place with one hand planted between her breasts as he used the other to maneuver his manhood into position. Lila lay flat on her back, spreading her thighs wide as she welcomed the inevitable penetration. When his rod of flesh touched the entrance to her womanhood, a shiver of excitement rippled up and down her body. Then the tip of his masculine spear was thrust into her, making her squeal in spite of herself.

Lila had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Her father would have beaten to a pulp any man who tried to lay their hands on his daughter, even if that man was one of his own Red Angels. And yet here she was, naked with a stranger from a rival gang on top of her, his flesh embedded in he's like a key in a lock. But the Rubicon had already been crossed. Her captor had succumbed to his lust for her, and she in turn had surrendered to her own. Having started, they couldn't stop until their encounter had been consummated and both their desires had been satiated.

Lucas began to thrust, his hips grinding back and forth with practiced precision. Lila was wet enough that his member glided smoothly within her feminine depths. But each incoming stroke had enough masculine force behind it that they elicited helpless yelps out of her mouth. She hadn't gotten a proper look at his manhood before it went inside her, but it felt sufficiently thick that it made her pussy stretch. His thrusting was slightly uncomfortable, but not too painful to endure. Lucas, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less how painful it was for Lila. As she gazed up at him, she felt awed and cowed by the desire that had glazed over his vision. His cold and gruff exterior had given way to the wild animal underneath, as evidenced by the increasing vigor of his thrusting.

Though a prisoner of the man above and inside her, the whole experience was strangely liberating for Lila. As the daughter and heir-apparent of the Red Angels club president, any kind of love life had been off limits to her. Even her fellow Red Angels knew better than to hit on her. Spreading her legs and submitting herself to a member of a rival club wasn't just an act of lust on her part—it was an act of defiance. All her life she had toed the fine line drawn by her father for her to follow. Now she was pursuing her own base desires, obeying her own passions in brazen contempt for daddy's enforced and hypocritical puritanism. She may still have been a captive of the man thrusting between her thighs, but in the heat of the moment, Lila had never felt so free.

What little restraint Lucas still had was slipping away as his strokes accelerated to a frenzied pace. Lila's love-tunnel lubricated every millimeter of his path inside her, eager to receive the virile offering that would soon be coming. Each thrust set off a tingling in her groin. The tingling became successive waves of ever-stronger pleasure, increasing in intensity with each following plunge. The ecstasy pooled in her belly and eventually became too potent to resist. Lila cried aloud as a full body orgasm set her nerve endings on fire. She grabbed her captor's torso and hugged him close, running her hands across his muscled shoulders and back as the ecstasy washed over her.

Lila's surrender to the pleasure between her thighs visibly excited Lucas. In response, he quickened the speed of his strokes to a rapid fire pace, determined to drive on towards his own climax. His willing conquest spurred him on, wrapping her legs around his body and locking her ankles behind his lower back. Before long, Lucas felt a churning in his balls, heralding the coming finale as Lila clawed at his back, practically begging him to unload himself inside her.

Lucas snarled aloud and thrust his crotch into Lila's as far as he could go. She held his body close with all four limbs as she felt his manhood writhe like an angry serpent inside her cunt. The first spurt felt like a molten fountain inside her, ejecting a sticky, warm dollop of his male seed into the back of her pussy. The second spurt was just as powerful, like an explosion of sensual warmth in her most personal entrance. They were followed by a third and a fourth and a fifth. A seemingly endless succession of ejaculations filled up Lila to the brim, with Lucas keeping her womanhood firmly plugged, hell bent on ensuring that every last drop of his seed was deposited exactly where it belonged.

As Lucas's ejaculations gradually died down to a trickle, so did the couple's mutual lust. But the afterglow remained as they embraced, savoring the feeling of each other’s bodies.

"You know my dad would kill you if he ever found out what you just did to his daughter, right?" Lila murmured in Lucas's ear.

"I bet he would," Lucas replied without sounding the least bit daunted.

"I'm serious," Lila continued. "He’s killed people for less. And he'll probably kill me too if he ever sees me again."

"I guess it's just as well I'm not taking you back to him," Lucas replied.

"What are you gonna do with me, then?" Lila asked, fearful that she may have offered up her body for nothing.

"I still have a job to do," Lucas answered almost regretfully, "but I'll talk to the other Iron Sons, maybe convince them to let you go afterwards."

"After
what
?"