Free Breaking Free (Invitation to Eden) by Cathryn Fox

coming perilously close to her pussy before sliding down the other leg. Once complete, the guy ran his palms up her sides, stroking the edges of her breasts.
    A small sound caught in her throat, and she tried again, “I’m looking for someone.”
    She was lifted from the table and spun to face the leader. “You’re in luck. You’ve found someone.” Two guys stepped up to her, caging her with their bodies. She caught a flash of silver, and her heart leapt as her Jackson look-alike pulled a knife from his pocket.
    She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head to silence her. He ran the knife down the length of her dress, then began popping the buttons with the sharp tip. She compressed her lips as the buttons clattered to the floor and rolled away. Her dress began to spill open, exposing her nakedness beneath. Biker dude cut away her last button, and her safe word lingered on her tongue when he straightened to his full height, his eyes locking on hers.
    “Tie her up,” he ordered.
    * * *
    W hat the fuck was she doing here?
    Jesse moved deeper into the shadows. He paced restlessly and mumbled a few curses as fellow biker, Keegan Gates, a guy he’d met when he first arrived, gave Alaska a pat down. Fisting his hands, he drove them into his pockets and fought for a measure of control. But how the fuck was he supposed to get his shit together, especially after watching her perform on the dock last evening? He might be the guy giving her the opportunity to live out her deepest, darkest desires, but watching her with those two jocks last night had damn near killed him. As they touched her, he couldn’t help but imagine it was his tongue circling her pale nubs, coming closer and closer to her coveted peaks. Couldn’t help but visualize it was his cock inside her, driving her higher and higher until her body exploded with pleasure. What he’d do to feel her come on his dick, to know that he was the guy giving her what she needed.
    Last night it had taken every ounce of strength he had not to dive into the water, go to her, and claim her as his. At the last second, he’d somehow miraculously stopped himself from acting on his urges. As much as he wanted to climb onto that wharf and give her the fuck she always wanted from him—the fuck he always wanted to give her—he knew it was all kinds of wrong. Not because her father would kill him—hell, he was ready to stand up to her bastard father—but because, since the first time he met her, he knew that if he ever really touched her, ever drove his cock into her, he’d want more.
    From the way she eyed his body, he knew Alaska wanted a piece of him, but he was a nobody, some punk-ass kid raised on the streets. A beautiful, intelligent girl like Alaska had a bright future ahead of her, providing she got out from under her father’s hold, and deserved more than Jesse could ever give her.
    He grabbed his beer, took a long pull, then slammed it on the oak bar top with much more force than necessary. The bartender gave him a questioning look, but he ignored it, all the while trying to fight down the lust rising in him. He’d come to this club tonight to cool his heels, to get his shit together. The last thing he ever expected was to find was Alaska walking through the front door of a gang’s hangout. This was his sanctuary, goddammit, and she wasn’t supposed to be here. As he chewed on that, another thought struck. Perhaps this was one of her fantasies. Or perhaps someone in charge was fucking with him.
    Or maybe, just maybe, in some twisted, fucked up way, fantasy was tangling with reality.
    One of Keegan’s guys walked her to the middle of the room, where a rope hung from the rafters. He bound Alaska’s hands, putting her naked body on view for every biker in the club to admire. Exhibitionist that she was, she nibbled her bottom lip as Keegan walked around her, lightly trailing his hands over her body. When he gave her ass a good hard smack, she made a whimpering