“No, I don’t keep women prisoner… unless they beg me,” he murmured.
My mouth went dry, and my knees shook.
“Now I can either fight Cody for you… which I fuckin’ will,” he continued. “Or we can get the fuck out of here, and we can go and do the thing you just asked me to do. And I’ll spend the entire night doin’ it.”
My heartbeat was a roar in my ears.
I was quite sure I’d lapsed into a dream or beer infused hallucination.
Both men were looking at me expectantly.
It was a weight, a physical weight, those stares. My knees struggled to hold me under them.
It was overwhelming, terrifying… exciting.
Not one month ago, I’d been sitting in some McMansion, eating Keto snacks while planning the towns’ anniversary festival, debating over whether we wanted to serve vegan food alongside the BBQ and worrying about the color of the tablecloths ‘sending the wrong message.’ All the while, I was stressing about whether the drycleaners would have Preston’s shirts ready on time because if they didn’t, I’d have hell to pay.
Now I was in a biker compound with two men making it clear they wanted to have sex with me.
You could not make this shit up.
At that juncture, it would’ve been sensible to turn on my heel and walk out the door. I was a mother, for chrissakes. Beyond that, my life was enough of a mess as it was without getting myself tangled up—quite literally—with one of these outlaw bikers.
Instead of walking out, I looked up into the eyes of the man who was still holding me tight to his sculpted side.
“The second one,” I whispered, barely audible above the thumping music.
The grin that stretched across his handsome face was something I felt carnally.
His eyes flickered to the original man, the one he had just addressed, but for the life of me, I could not remember the name of. “Tough cookies, brother,” he winked. “Would advise you to never let one like this go, if you’re lucky enough to find her.”
Then, just like that, he turned us around and walked us out of the room.
Obviously, my feet must’ve contributed to our exit because he didn’t drag me, but I would’ve sworn that they didn’t even touch the floor.