Free Night After Night (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas

arm around his neck and sighed into his shoulder.
     
    “Any–”
     
    Her words, her thoughts came to a clean stop when Blake flipped her body on top of his, his hands still clutching her close, and even as she struggled under the force of his touch, Lauren peered into his eyes, and she moaned when Blake thrust closer and his arms consumed her body.
     
    “Don’t believe you,” he said. “Girl like you? I had to pay for this before you could run.”
     
    The scene in the desert night required more than so-called law and order. In their world, there was justice, and there were tears. But she didn’t want to sob in his arms. She wanted everything that she could have run away from and more.
     
    “I… I want to know why you think you’re so strong,” she said.
     
    Blake took hold of the back of her neck, and he forced her face to his. “I am strong,” he said. “And I can show you how–”
     
    No doubt he could. But the lure of his lips.
     
    “I can’t help this,” she said. “I–”
     
    Straining towards his lips, Lauren kissed him softly, and she basked in the feel of his arms swirling around her back. There was no fear in the space of his hold, and when his fingers passed her thigh and clung close to her cunt, Lauren reached down. Seizing his hand in hers, she brought her fingers close to her pussy, and when she saw him smile at the sensation of her mound, Lauren leaned into him and nipped his nose.
     
    “Am I… did you do it to just make me your slave?” she asked.
     
    He nodded and stopped mid-shake as he clutched her face in his hands. “What’s so wrong with that,” he whispered. “I’ll take good care of you, you know.”
     
    She stated to sink into the feel of his hands, but then her mind flashed back to auction and the idea of Grace dragged across the desert sands.
     
    “I don’t want…” Kicking him hard, Lauren groped towards the door, and she was about to turn the knob in her hands when Blake was on her again.
     
    “Yes you do!” he said “You came out here wanting–”
     
    “I want out!” she screamed. “Let me go!”
     
    Blake’s hold was tight, and he wrestled her to the ground, his body on top of hers. He kissed her face into silence and stopped around her lips. When she saw his eyes, Lauren flinched, but Blake stroked her chin as he gazed into her eyes.
     
    “Don’t think I want you to do that,” he said. “I bought you. I have you now. And I want to… I want…”
     
    He smashed his lips to hers again, and Lauren struggled some until his cock pressed inside her. At the first thrust, she had no choice but to sigh at his entry. The feel of him inside her, the thrill of it was something that she could not deny, and when he plunged deeper, Lauren took hold of his back, and she narrowed her eyes around his. “You want to fuck me,” she whispered.
     
    With a nod and the light feel of his fingers against her cheek, he smiled down at her. “Have from the start,” he said. “And you won’t say no.”
     
    “Won’t I?”
     
    “No way!”
     
    Blake filled her, and Lauren’s body arched without thinking to take in all of his cock. She groaned on impact, and when he pushed deeper, Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips, and when his lips danced close to hers, Lauren was ready to kiss him. She breathed into his mouth and felt his kiss leading her away from the darkness and into a new light. All she had to do was hold him and sigh into his flesh and–
     
    “I need you here,” Blake said. “With me.”
     
    As she hung onto the length of his cock, Lauren nodded, and her fingers touched his ink. Her touch curved towards the brands that were not of his choosing, and as she pressed her nails into the gaps that had nothing to do with tattoos, he curled closer to her and flashed a perfect smile.
     
    “So don’t go,” he said. “Stay with me.”
     
    “Blake, I–”
     
    “Do it or I’ll have to hurt you.”
     
    Lauren