Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection (59 page)

Chapter Three

Jace walked into the underground sex club. He shook his head. The idea of the MC brothers hooking him up with a few women to get laid wasn’t much of a surprise. Coming to a place like this was.

“What’s the deal with bringing me here?” He shouted above the seedy music so Ragged would hear. “I’m good with a few chicks from the clubhouse.”

“Yeah, you can have them anytime. Tonight we picked out something special.”

Christ.

From the looks of this place—with anywhere from swinging couples to leather-clad mistresses to people definitely into pain and bondage—he was way out of his element. When did his brothers start up with this shit? Or was this some kind of prank on Jace to celebrate his first day as a free man?

The men led him down a dark hallway to a row of closed doors. At the end of the hall, Ragged opened a bright purple door and stood aside for him to go in.

“This is you. Get in there. We’ll be back in two hours.”

“What? You’re not even sticking around?”

“Of course we are. We’ll be at the bar.” Before Ragged got all the way back up the hallway, he turned. “I forgot this.” He threw over a box of condoms. “Be safe. Who knows where these bitches have been.”

How fucking comforting.

Jace stepped inside. It was a simple room decorated in black and purple, with an L-shaped sofa in one corner, a stripper pole in another, and a wood-and-glass table to hold the clientele’s drinks. He had a seat on the sofa and looked around the room, wondering how crazy things were about to get. After ten years behind bars, it didn’t have to be crazy at all to get him to the point where he blew his load. One decent looking chick would do it.

A second later, the door opened. Escorted by a bouncer, a sexy mid-twenties woman with long, silky blonde hair, just a few strings of lingerie, sky high stiletto heels, and a black lacy mask entered the room. The bouncer growled out the rule about only touching if the woman asked for it, and no means no, and some other irrelevant bullshit that Jace was not about to adhere to. When the bouncer was done he nodded at the masked woman and left the two alone.

The woman approached. As she drew closer, even in the dim light it was clear she had stunning features. She was more alluring when she stood between his legs and ran a seductive hand through her hair.

She knew how to work it.

“I’m Jill.”

“Hi. The name’s Jace.”

“Nice to meet you, Jace.”

“Tell me something,” Jace started to ask.

“What would you like to know?” she purred.

“How does a fine woman like you end up needing to have sex for money?”

She tilted her head at him, confused. “What are you talking about? This is a private sex club, Jace. You don’t pay me for this. I’m here because I like the idea of keeping sex separate from the usual definition of relationships.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“So if I want to eat you out right here and then flip you over and fuck your brains out, you won’t care if I don’t call you in the morning, right?”

“Something like that, Jace.”

“So I can touch you?”

“As long as you don’t hurt me, yes.”

“Nice. Before we start, can I see your face?”

“I value my anonymity, so unfortunately, Jace, the answer is no.” Jill parted her legs and ran her hand down her sides, baring her cleavage. She leaned over and placed each hand on Jace’s shoulders, giving him a fucking hot view of those firm, ample breasts. “Tell me, Jace. How much does it matter that you see my face now?”

Jace smiled. “Come to think of it, not that much.”

She leaned in further and whispered in his ear, “Good, because something tells me you’re way more fun than anyone I’ve met here before.”

Jace began to take her in his arms, and guided her to straddle him. Jill moaned and pulled back, standing for a moment before she started moving to the slow, sexy music playing in the background. Jace wasn’t one for watching, but she was a sight. He was almost salivating by the time she returned to him and finally climbed onto his lap. She pressed her chest into his face and straddled him, getting ready to grind against his rock hard member.

That’s more like it.

Before Jace could respond, the bouncer practically ripped the door off its hinges. He held a woman’s bag in his hand. “Miss. You need to go. Cops are raiding the place. Something about a drugs and weapons tip. Probably bogus, but they’re searching each room and checking everyone’s ID and belongings. You’ll probably want to leave now, ma’am.”

Chapter Four

Jill looked like she’d seen a ghost. Jumping up to stand, she grabbed her purse from the bouncer and clumsily ran out the door. Jace was not going to wait around either. As a matter of fact there was probably some condition of his parole that prohibited him from being here.

Shit. This was unreal.

Jace followed her, assuming she had a better escape route planned than he possibly could. They both took a maze of passages through the basement, and emerged in what had to be the kitchen of a twenty-four hour Korean restaurant. Jill walked through the place like she knew the owners, kicking off her shoes and reaching her hands up to pin her hair into a bun, ready to run. That mask never left her face. The woman must have had a hell of a lot to hide.

A back door exit was directly in front of her now. She turned her body to the side and shoved the door open, heading outside with a confidence that told Jace this sort of thing must happen at the sex club pretty often.

“How are you so sure the cops aren’t out there?” He finally asked.

Jill didn’t answer. She opened her leather bag, and although it was late at night, she pulled out a large pair of sunglasses and placed it over the mask.

She kept the mask on underneath. That made no sense until Jace realized she was hiding from him too.

Interesting. Now he really wanted to know who this woman was.

Jace heard voices approaching and pulled Jill down the alley to hide behind a large metal dumpster. He placed a finger over her lips so she wouldn’t speak. They ducked down as two uniformed officers and one plain clothes detective passed along the side alley that ran perpendicular to where they were hiding. All of them were heading for the front entrance of the sex club.

“Shit. This is fucked up,” he whispered long after they were gone.

“It is, and I can’t be anywhere around here,” Jill told him. She reached into her bag and pulled out a set of keys. “Let’s get to my car. I’ll drive you somewhere if you want.”

“Sure, but I’ll drive. You have a problem with that?”

She nodded.

“Then good luck getting your car out of this area without attracting the wrong attention,” he told her. “And don’t even get me started on what you’re wearing.”

Jill tilted her head and slowly looked down her body. Her eyes widened with worry and panic. She was still only in a sheer, tell no secrets, leave nothing to the imagination, negligee. “Oh shit. My clothes are back there.”

Pulling off his cut, he folded it over one arm. He dragged off the white t-shirt he had on underneath and passed it to her before putting the cut back on. “Here. Put this on.”

She dragged the t-shirt over her head and stood up to pull it down her body. It was just about right, covering her all the way down to her thighs.

She looked over at him. “Okay. You can drive,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Follow me.”

Jace made sure there was no one within earshot. He took her hand and darted across the alley away from the commotion outside the club. Their timing was impeccable. Another ten police swarmed in from where they had been hiding. Armed to the teeth, these men wore navy t-shirts with jeans and Kevlar vests with the word ‘VICE’ on the back. With the worst behind them, Jace led Jill to her car. She threw the keys over to him. “I really love this car, Jace. Try to be gentle.”

“Only if you don’t ask me to be too gentle when we finish what we started in there,” he teased.

She bit down on her lip and took a moment to mull it over. What he wouldn’t give to see behind those sunglasses. “I think I can handle that.”

“Get in.”

Jace started the car, gunned the engine and sped out from the spot in her sports car.

“Whatever happened to being gentle?”

“That
was
gentle. You’d better buckle up. Where too, by the way?”

“My condo’s downtown.”

“No problem.” They got out of the area and headed across West Thomas to get closer to the main local access to the downtown core.

“So what’s your story?” she asked out of nowhere.

Jace cleared his throat. “I’d hate to be the one to say this, but you have to see the irony of asking a question like that from under a mask.”

Jill drew back into the seat and turned her head forward. “Very true, and you’re right. Don’t answer that.”

“I’m guessing this means you also don’t want me driving up to your condo building, parking your car and heading up to your place to…well, to get acquainted.”

“Hmmm. You know, you’re a pretty smart guy for a biker gang member.”

“I’ll try not to be offended by that comment.”

She smiled and tried to backtrack, saying she didn’t mean it the way it came out, but Jace knew what she was trying to say.

“How about I make it up to you right now?” she asked.

Chapter Five

“Make up for what? The insult, or putting on that tease back there and leaving me with blue balls?”

Jill blurted out the cutest laugh. “I think it’ll make up for everything.” She looked intently up ahead on the street, and after a few blocks, pointed forward. “Turn left on the next street and make a sharp right into the parking garage.”

“Okay.” He had an idea where she was going with this, and once they found a spot on the deserted third level of the garage, she went all in.

Jill stepped out of the car and walked around to his side, tapping on his window and motioning with her finger for him to get out.

He stood up with his door open and Jill proceeded to run her hands down his chest until she found his belt. She unbuckled it, and without undoing his zipper, slipped her hand down his pants and over his member. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “You feel like you’re ready for me.”

“I was born ready,” he groaned, already affected by her hand job in the tight space, made tighter by his expanding erection.

She was about to lower herself to her knees to give him what probably would have been the most welcoming blow job he’d ever had, but Jace knew he’d probably blow his load. Ten years was a long time to wait to feel the inside of a woman. She could suck his dick another time, if he got to see her again. Right now he needed to drive that bad boy deep in her pussy.

He gripped her waist and picked her up, walking her over to the back of the car. Setting her down on the trunk, he spread her legs and reached up to her lingerie bottom, which looked a lot like fine mesh panties when he’d had a chance to get a good look at them back in their private room.

Nice and wet, just the way he wanted it.

She groaned deeply, and Jace wasted no time, pushing the thin material to the side and dipping two fingers inside her warm, wet, tightness. She pushed down against it, allowing him to get in deeper and pump her hard enough to have her close to coming.

Fuck.

He’d missed the snug fit of a woman around his fingers, and couldn’t wait to bury his cock deep in her tight heat. He really couldn’t. So he didn’t. He pulled his fingers out, and searched far behind those sunglasses and her mask as he reached that hand up to his mouth and licked both fingers cleaned.

Damn it. Smelling that sweet, hot, musky, feminine scent was probably enough to send him over the edge, but he had to get up insider her. Reaching into the inner pocket of his cut, he pulled out the box of condoms. Jill took the box from him and slipped one out. She ripped it open quickly, while Jace unzipped his pants and pulled it and his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. Jill had that unwrapped condom at the tip of his dick a second later, almost in a desperate frenzy to have him rock her world.

Nowhere near as desperate as Jace was, he was damned sure of that.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs wide. “Fuck me before someone finds us here,” she told him.

Wasting no time, Jace gripped her hips, positioned his dick at her opening, and thrust forward into her.

Fuck. She was sweet and tight and hot and perfect. He let out a groan and tightened his grip at her hips. “Fuck. I don’t know if I can be gentle with you, Jill,” he admitted.

“I can take it,” she panted out.

She ground her hips into his as he began to pump in and out of her, harder and deeper each time, spreading her to fit his thickness, filling her insides balls deep. If he wasn’t careful this would end too damn fast. The thought seemed to work its way over to Jill, because a few seconds later she tightened her legs around his hips, locked her ankles behind him, and bit into his shoulders. She didn’t have to tell him she was coming. Her center tightened around his dick, milking his member, taunting it, daring it to come too. Her body shook and her stomach trembled against his, and soon he couldn’t hold it anymore.

The sensation that overtook his head and body and cock was almost worth the long wait. “Fuck,” he growled, erupting inside her.

Jill collapsed into his chest, fighting hard to catch her breath. Too hard.

He was barely down from his sex-induced high, and his heart was now pounding in his chest in a panic. He pulled her away from him to look at her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Asthma,” she could barely get the word out.

Jace lowered her back to the trunk and rushed to the passenger side of the car to her bag. He brought the whole thing over to the trunk and dumped the contents out beside her. Jill stretched her arm over, pointing to her inhaler, which Jace overlooked in his hysteria. She pulled it to her mouth and pressed down on the puffer once and then twice. In less than a minute her breathing was coming under control.

Too bad his heart was still racing. He couldn’t afford for anything more to happen tonight, least of all having to take a near-dead woman to the emergency room. Especially one this sexy, and whose identity was still unknown.

She sat up when her breathing was almost back to normal. “Sorry for the scare,” she told him when she could finally speak. “It was probably all that adventure from the club that triggered it.” She sounded embarrassed, as if smoking hot rushed sex on the trunk of a car was not a good enough trigger for an asthma attack.

“Not to worry. Do you need to get to a doctor or something?”

“No. I’ll just head home now.” She slid off the trunk with Jace’s help. He held his arm around her protectively now, not wanting to take any chances.

“I’ll get these things back in your purse,” he told her, helping her over to the passenger seat.

He walked around to the back of the car and picked up the items a handful at a time. Her wallet accidentally slid down from the trunk and to the ground beside him. It flipped open facing upward, and Jace blinked his eyes in disbelief. Grabbing it up quickly, he stuffed it into her bag and hurried back to the driver side.

“I’ll drive you as far as you’ll let me take you, and then I can find my way home with a cab. I’m probably not too far from where you live.” He had seen her address too back there, but was not about to bring that up.

She nodded and leaned on the seat’s headrest. “Thanks for understanding.”

All he could think of on the drive was how to soften the blow to her in a few days.