Rebel Rider, page 15
“We need take a look at that cut on your face,” I say quickly, pulling my hand away.
Just a little while longer. Let me just exist in this moment before he tells me how “the other night was great,” but that he’s “not looking for anything serious.”
I know he’s glaring at me for avoiding the talk, but I pointedly avoid looking him in the eye.
“It doesn’t look too deep. I’ll wash it and smear some iodine on it, then more bandages.”
I look around the crappy poky little room.
“Is there an ice-bucket or something in here?”
“Yeah, next to the TV I think.”
I grab it, rinse it out, and fill it with hot water from the bathroom tap. Well, lukewarm water is about all that comes out, but I’ll just have to make do. I step back into the room, and I know he’s looking right at me as I quickly move back to the bed. I perch in front of him and push him gently back so that he’s laying down.
“I need the light to see what I’m doing,” I tell him, nodding at the lamp. He just nods, eyes fixed on mine. A little thrill runs through me as I lean over him.
“It doesn’t look deep,” I say quietly, peering close. “It probably won’t need stitches. This might sting a little.”
I dab a little of the warm water on a cotton ball and start cleaning away the dried blood. Once it’s gone, the cut itself is really quite small.
“You’re gonna have a massive shiner around this eye in the morning though,” I tell him.
“Good thing my front desk manager made me close the store,” he says quietly.
I blush, swallowing. With the wound cleaned, I dab some iodine on it, then stick a bandage over it.
“There,” I say. “All done.”
“You sure?”
I nod, turning to look away.
“Guess that means you’re fresh out of excuses to stop me from doing this.”
He moves quickly, far more quickly than I thought was possible given how badly he was hurt when we got in here. And before I know it, his hands are cupping my face, he’s leaning up, and our lips our crashing together.
And my whole world spins.
I gasp as his tongue forces its way between my lips, one hand cupping my face as the other snakes around me, pulling me into him. And then I’m kissing him back, and fire burns through me as I sink into him.
He tugs at my top, pulling it down to expose my bra, and I shrug it off quickly, throwing it to one side. My bra is next, and my nipples are already hard and erect for him. He breaks off the kiss, groaning as his hands slide up my bare back, making me sigh. His head dips, and he takes one nipple, and then the other into his mouth, nibbling softly with his lips and his teeth, swirling his tongue over the pebbled points until I’m moaning loudly and shoving my fingers into his hair.
His hands explore my body, and I close my eyes and gasp, just letting him have me, take me, use me any way he wants to. He tears off the rest of my clothes with furious passion, as if he can’t possibly wait a single moment longer to make me his.
My pussy is already slick with my desire, and when he pushes me back on the creaky bed, his exploring fingers slide easily through me. He finds my hard, tingling clit, and just one touch is enough to send electric waves of ecstasy running through me, radiating outwards from my red-hot core.
“Fuck, Hailey,” he growls, rubbing my clit in slow circles as he moves over me. His lips brush mine as he eases a finger into me, curling it against my g-spot as his thumb rolls my clit.
“So fucking wet for me,” he groans. “Fuck, I love how wet you get.”
I can’t think of any response, so I just moan, louder this time, so he knows not to stop, not even for a moment. His fingers rub little concentric circles around my slippery nub, and when his mouth drops again to tease my nipples with his tongue, I start to melt into the bed.
It’s all too much, and I writhe and squirm, gasping and panting, wanting him inside me, deep deep inside.
“More,” I gasp, pulling him up to kiss him fiercely.
“The talk” can come later. Reality can come later. For now, I need him, and want him, and I choose not to worry about anything else. After all, I’m not that eighteen-year-old girl anymore. I’m not a delicate little snowflake. If this is just something fleeting, then fine.
It’ll be fleeting, but it’ll be damn good while we have it.
Aiden pulls away, kicking his pants off and tossing them to the side as I lay back across the bed. My eyes drift to his thick cock, and I moan softly, my skin tingling and my core tightening at the memory of how he felt inside me.
He growls as his eyes drink me in. His hands push my legs even wider apart, and he groans at how wet I am as I spread open for him.
He starts to crawl over me, but he suddenly winces, some movement of his body reminding him of his injury.
“Lay back,” I command him, voice thick as I sit up and put my hands on his powerful shoulders. I push him, easing him back
“Just lay back,” I murmur, kissing him deeply “Let me do the work. You need to rest up.”
I push him back until he’s lying on his back. His pulsing hard cock stands tall and thick, and I can’t help but let my eyes just linger on it, heat coursing through me. I climb on top of him, straddling his waist, and lean down to kiss him.
“I’m your nurse,” I whisper in his ear, and he groans as my tongue brushes against his soft skin, “and I say you need some bedrest.”
“Nurse,” he growls thickly, and I gasp as his big strong hands suddenly grab my ass hard and tight, pulling me into him until I feel the underside of his hot cock press against my pussy.
“I don’t think there’s going to be much resting going on right now.”
He arches his hips, letting me feel every inch of him as he lets his cock push up against me. His underside drags over my lips, teasing my clit and making me whimper for more. I reach behind me and grip him by his throbbing, thick base, then ease myself backwards, until his crown pushes against my slick, wet opening. I cry out as he enters me, sliding in so easily as deep as he can.
“Shit, Hailey,” he groans. “Fuck, you take my cock so fucking good. So deep. Fuck, I love how wet this pussy gets for me.”
I moan, both of us sitting up as I place my hands on his shoulders. Our eyes lock, and then, I start to ride him. I do it gently at first, aware that he’s still fragile, but that I can’t last for long. Our bodies move in time, perfectly in tune with one another, and his thick, hard cock slides in and out of me, smoothly and deliciously.
He reaches up and pinches my nipples lightly and I gasp, my inner walls twitching and spasming with each thrust of his cock, each insistent tweak of his fingers.
“Yeah, just like that,” I gasp. “Oh God it feels so good.”
He tries to sit up and take control, but I push him back down.
“Nuh-uh,” I tell him, grinning and biting my lip as I moan in pleasure. “I’m in charge.”
I grind my hips down onto him, forcing his cock deeper, ever deeper inside. His eyes roll back, and he moans, bucking and writhing underneath me, his chiseled muscles rippling and clenching. I ride him faster. I can feel it coming now, closer, closer, until I can’t stop, won’t stop.
“I’m—I’m so close,” I tell him, voice a sultry whisper. “Aiden, I’m gonna come…”
His hands grip my body tightly, palming my ass as we move faster. I cry out, my hips moving rhythmically, furiously, his length sliding in and out until I start to tremble.
“Aiden!” I cry, “Oh, Aiden, I’m gonna—”
The rest of the words are ripped from my mouth as my orgasm overcomes me in an explosion of sensation, an all-powerful kaleidoscope of ecstasy. My muscles clench and quiver, my pussy gripping him tight in sinuous waves as I give in to my climax.
He can’t hold on any longer either, and he groans as I feel him pump his hot seed into me, his cock throbbing and swelling, stretching me, filling me up. Our cries fill the air, then fade to leave only the sounds of our heavy breathing.
I slump down next to him, barely having the presence of mind to be careful over his injured body. He turns to face me and kisses me gently on one eye, then the other.
We lay there like that, neither of us talking—we don’t need to.
I fall asleep entwined in his embrace, and I can’t remember ever feeling more safe, secure, and at peace.
16
Aiden
I spend all of Sunday laid up in my motel room bed, determined to open the shop first thing, as normal, on Monday. Hell, Mike and his goons said I had three days, so the way I figure, I don’t have to make a decision until Wednesday. I mean, they should give me a day’s grace for the beating they just handed me, right?
Despite the discomfort and the pain, the day is one of the best Sundays I’ve had in a long time, being doted on hand and foot by Hailey, as she nurses me back to health with tender care.
And by that I of course mean fucking each other’s brains out. And it’s heaven.
I wanted her before I ever should have. I wanted her when I had every damn reason in the world not to ever think of her like that. After all, the Prescots were like a family to me. Matt and Celine like second parents. Luke like the brother I never had.
But then there was Hailey. Hailey didn’t fit the mold, because I never looked at her like a kid sister.
I looked at her like I was trying and hoping to find something there that would kill the forbidden desire in me. And never fucking did. Turns out, the only thing that came close to getting Hailey Prescot off my mind was running the hell away, and even that barely worked.
Fuck that, it flat out didn’t work.
And now here we are, with whatever the hell this is. I know what I want it to be, but I also see the way she looks at me, especially right before we kiss. It’s a look of second-guessing, like this time she’s the one looking for some sort of flaw—something that’ll turn her away from me.
I wasn’t blind back then. I knew she had a little schoolgirl crush on me. But a crush isn’t the same thing as what I felt for her, and I wasn’t going to ever exploit that. She looked at me and she saw the bad boy who ran around with her older brother. She saw the dirt and thought it was charm. She saw the chip on my shoulder and thought it made me a rebel.
So, this? What we’re doing now? I know what I want it to be, but I’m pretty sure it’s not, and it won’t be. This is her finally getting to act on that schoolgirl crush. But I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop—the one where she gets bored of the reality of me not living up to the idea of the roguish, devil-may-care fantasy she’s had.
That other shoe is gonna drop. I know that. But until then, I’m going to push it out of my mind and just be here with her. Until it drops, I’ve got the only girl I’ve ever really wanted naked in my shitty motel room, and we’re having the time of our lives.
It turns out, as we discover after a fair amount of painful poking and prodding, that I’ve managed to avoid any serious injuries. No broken ribs, no signs of any internal bleeding, or concussion.
As the day turns to evening, we’re lying on the bed, side by side, watching an old Chevy Chase movie on the crappy motel TV and recovering from Chinese takeout and another earth-shattering round of screwing each other’s brains out.
Hailey’s resting her head on my shoulder, and the pain of the bruise she’s pressed on has faded to a dull ache. I wince as she starts probing at my ribs again.
“Is that seriously necessary?” I grunt through gritted teeth. “I wouldn’t have been able to do what I just did with broken ribs now, would I?”
She pokes another rib for good measure, gauging my reaction from her touch, and sighs before resting her hand gently on my chest.
“Look, if you need to go home…”
She shrugs, glancing away. “I mean, I could…” she shakes her head, tossing her hair over one shoulder flippantly. “I mean, if you want me to stay tonight—you know, to take care of you. I can.”
“And your dad?”
She smiles. “He’ll be fine for one night.”
“And where exactly are you going to tell him you’re spending the night?”
She rolls her eyes as she blushes. “I’m an adult, Aiden. I don’t need to tell my father when I’m sleeping over somewhere.” She shrugs again. “I mean, at least I don’t on most days of the week when I spend the night with strange men in seedy motel rooms.”
I frown as she tilts her face up to grin at me impishly. “I’m kidding, you know.”
“Har har. So is that what I am? A strange man in a seedy motel room?”
She glances around the grungy room and snorts a laugh. “I mean, if the shoe fits?”
She giggles as I grab her, kissing her neck.
“Hey, your dad…” I frown. “He hasn’t come by or anything. He knows I’m in town, right?”
Hailey smiles mischievously. “He does. But maybe I did tell him where I was going to be tonight, and he’s just biding his time to catch you alone with a shotgun.”
I know she’s kidding, but I’ve also been hunting with Luke and his dad. And Matt Prescot after me with any sort of gun isn’t a scenario I want to linger much on.
Hailey shrugs. “Stop by the house sometime and say hi. I know he’d love to catch up with you. You know, he was always pretty proud of you, after you left and got all famous and everything. Both of them were.”
We’re quiet another minute as she lays back down against me. Her hand rests on my side, and I hiss for just one second as the pain from the bruise stabs through me.
“Sorry,” she winces, pulling her hand back.
“It’s fine. Keep it there.”
“You’re a lucky guy, you know. Seeing you like that on the floor…”
She angles her face up to look at me as she talks, a frown of concern on her face.
“I’m lucky, yeah. And hard as nails,” I reply, grinning as I lean down to plant a kiss on her lips.
Hailey taps me on the chest, her frown deepening.
“I’m serious, Aiden. The next time those guys visit, they won’t let you walk away.”
Her frown fades, and she stares off into the middle distance, expression thoughtful.
“We need to do something before that happens,” she continues, drumming her fingers on my chest.
I exhale a deep sigh at her words. How am I supposed to take down a biker gang? Going to the police about the threats and the beatings is only going to make things worse. I know how guys like Mike and his crew work. I’ve had enough dealings with wannabe biker assholes in my misspent youth.
“I don't think there’s much we can do, Hailey. These guys are serious. Even if we tried, we’d end up in more trouble than it would be worth.”
She’s still looking thoughtful and doesn’t immediately respond to my words. I settle my head down onto the pillow and stare up at the stained ceiling above us.
Damn, what I wouldn’t give for my touring trailer right now. A race first thing tomorrow. A bottle of champagne on ice after I win it…
I start to wonder if this whole fucking thing has been a mistake from the start, and if I should’ve just found another circuit, or taken part in local races. Yeah, the money wouldn’t have been anywhere near as good, but at least I’d be racing. Not having to deal with douchebags wanting to take what isn’t theirs.
I wonder if maybe I should just give them what they want. Leave town, find somewhere, anywhere to race. It’s in my blood, it's who I am. I’m not some retired mechanic, living on past glories.
Well, not yet, anyway.
Hailey drumming her fingers on my chest shakes me from my thoughts.
“There was something about one of those guys. The big one, Mike. I know him from somewhere. I just can’t place it.”
I look down at her again, and her eyes are squinted, almost closed with concentration.
“Mike Powell,” I mutter. “Well, that’s who he asked to have the deed to the shop transferred over to.”
Her eyes widen, and she jolts upright, snapping her fingers together as realization comes over her.
“Bethany!” she half shouts in triumph.
I arch an eyebrow.
“Huh? Who the hell is Bethany? Wait, please tell me that was Mike’s name, before he…”
Hailey shoots me a withering look, cutting me off.
“No, you idiot. Bethany Thorne? From school?” She looks at me, searching my face for recognition. I shrug in response and she sighs.
“She was a good friend of mine, still is, in fact, not that we do much together these days. Anyway, a few years back, she was dating a biker. A guy named Mike Powell, I’m sure of it.”
Her eyes are bright as she talks, clearly formulating some sort of plan in her head.
“I never met the guy. Well, until now, anyway. But I heard the stories and saw the shiners he gave Beth.”
Her brow darkens.
“He used to really beat on her. The guy was a drunk. Probably still is. And a violent, nasty drunk at that. Not a good combination.”
She settles back down, resting her head on my shoulder again, and I breathe in deep and the scent of her hair as it washes over me.
“So? What are you thinking?” I ask, wondering where this is going.
“They broke up after only a few months, which was no surprise. But, I dunno. Maybe she knows something? Something that can give us an angle. I’ll give her a call tomorrow and see if she wants to talk.”
I bring a hand to Hailey’s head, brushing the hair from her cheek with a finger.
“Well, just don’t get yourself into any trouble, alright?” I say, feeling genuine concern.
Hailey doesn’t respond, and after a minute I look down to see her eyes closed, her breaths deep and regular. I settle back down into the bed and close my eyes, my mind drifting back to my racing days, the excitement, the adrenaline. The glory.
My last race replays like a video in my mind’s eye as I drift off to sleep, content with Hailey’s warm, comforting presence next to me.
