had
seemed oblivious to the other people milling around them, as well
as to Claire who’d been safely ensconced in her hiding place. Or so
she’d thought.
But then, as soon as the couple’s ragged
groans of pleasure had faded away, and with Claire biting her lip
to keep from echoing them, the man had gently lowered the woman to
the ground, jerked up his pants, and headed straight toward the
trailer where she hid. They’d obviously known she was there the
entire time because when he’d jerked open the door and pulled her
out, the brunette had smirked and waved at her.
Now Randall led her inside the Guardian
compound, into the one place she knew next to nothing about despite
her previous attempts to get inside. It was disappointingly
ordinary, but she couldn’t say the same for its occupants. Through
a series of open doors, she caught glimpses of bodies, some naked,
others not. The smell of sex permeated the air, evidence of the
debauchery that occurred at least once a year when the Demon
Guardians initiated a select few into their merry band of
criminals.
She couldn’t have known for sure where he
was taking her, yet somehow she did — especially when they passed
the broad-shouldered man who leaned idly against a doorjamb. She
recognized his spiked blond buzz cut immediately. Much taller than
Randall, and far more ripped than bulky, he was dressed simply in
faded jeans and an open unbuttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled
up, revealing sinewy forearms. Although he locked gazes with her,
not a hint of recognition showed on his face. In fact, if she
didn’t know better, she might have actually wondered if she’d made
a mistake. She’d only met the man once, after all….
But she did know better. She knew who he
was. He was Luke Anderson, and he hadn’t come here alone.
With her body tightening even more with
dread and anticipation, Randall dragged her into a room crowded
with men and a few women. No one noticed her.
Not. A. One.
Instead, while the men or women fondled
whatever body parts called to them, their own or another’s, they
kept their gazes riveted on the two people at the front of the
room.
Moisture pooled between her legs and her
stomach quivered. Oh God, Claire thought, her excitement escalating
to almost dizzying heights.
The kneeling woman’s rosy lips formed a
perfect circle as she sucked off the man sitting in a low chair,
his legs splayed open and his thick cock jutting out of his open
fly. The man had his fingers tangled in her hair and was guiding
her head even as he pumped his shaft deep into her mouth, but the
woman didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite, in fact. She made a
purring noise and swirled her tongue around the head of the man’s
cock like it was an ice cream cone. The man moaned and raised his
head from where it had been tilted back against the chair, his
familiar features twisted in a grimace of pleasure that, for just
the briefest of moments, made Claire want to kill him, right after
she killed the woman blowing him and the crowd for watching it
happen. They were cheering the couple on, as if the approach of the
man’s climax would bring them all pleasure rather than just
him.
As soon as the man spewed his seed into the
woman’s mouth and she swallowed it, he’d officially be a member of
the Demon Guardians. A brother. One of them.
This was Ty Williams’ initiation into the
state’s most feared biker gang.
Even though she knew it was all part of Ty’s
job as an undercover cop, that didn’t make the red she was seeing
fade any faster or her fingers itch any less with the urge to rip
out every strand of the woman’s long blonde hair and strangle Ty
with it. Apparently, being a voyeur didn’t matter when one of the
people you were watching have sex was someone you cared about.
Of course, the bad girl inside her jeered at
her hypocrisy, which even now made her want to sink to her knees
and take the woman’s place. And although she wasn’t an
exhibitionist —
seemed oblivious to the other people milling around them, as well
as to Claire who’d been safely ensconced in her hiding place. Or so
she’d thought.
But then, as soon as the couple’s ragged
groans of pleasure had faded away, and with Claire biting her lip
to keep from echoing them, the man had gently lowered the woman to
the ground, jerked up his pants, and headed straight toward the
trailer where she hid. They’d obviously known she was there the
entire time because when he’d jerked open the door and pulled her
out, the brunette had smirked and waved at her.
Now Randall led her inside the Guardian
compound, into the one place she knew next to nothing about despite
her previous attempts to get inside. It was disappointingly
ordinary, but she couldn’t say the same for its occupants. Through
a series of open doors, she caught glimpses of bodies, some naked,
others not. The smell of sex permeated the air, evidence of the
debauchery that occurred at least once a year when the Demon
Guardians initiated a select few into their merry band of
criminals.
She couldn’t have known for sure where he
was taking her, yet somehow she did — especially when they passed
the broad-shouldered man who leaned idly against a doorjamb. She
recognized his spiked blond buzz cut immediately. Much taller than
Randall, and far more ripped than bulky, he was dressed simply in
faded jeans and an open unbuttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled
up, revealing sinewy forearms. Although he locked gazes with her,
not a hint of recognition showed on his face. In fact, if she
didn’t know better, she might have actually wondered if she’d made
a mistake. She’d only met the man once, after all….
But she did know better. She knew who he
was. He was Luke Anderson, and he hadn’t come here alone.
With her body tightening even more with
dread and anticipation, Randall dragged her into a room crowded
with men and a few women. No one noticed her.
Not. A. One.
Instead, while the men or women fondled
whatever body parts called to them, their own or another’s, they
kept their gazes riveted on the two people at the front of the
room.
Moisture pooled between her legs and her
stomach quivered. Oh God, Claire thought, her excitement escalating
to almost dizzying heights.
The kneeling woman’s rosy lips formed a
perfect circle as she sucked off the man sitting in a low chair,
his legs splayed open and his thick cock jutting out of his open
fly. The man had his fingers tangled in her hair and was guiding
her head even as he pumped his shaft deep into her mouth, but the
woman didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite, in fact. She made a
purring noise and swirled her tongue around the head of the man’s
cock like it was an ice cream cone. The man moaned and raised his
head from where it had been tilted back against the chair, his
familiar features twisted in a grimace of pleasure that, for just
the briefest of moments, made Claire want to kill him, right after
she killed the woman blowing him and the crowd for watching it
happen. They were cheering the couple on, as if the approach of the
man’s climax would bring them all pleasure rather than just
him.
As soon as the man spewed his seed into the
woman’s mouth and she swallowed it, he’d officially be a member of
the Demon Guardians. A brother. One of them.
This was Ty Williams’ initiation into the
state’s most feared biker gang.
Even though she knew it was all part of Ty’s
job as an undercover cop, that didn’t make the red she was seeing
fade any faster or her fingers itch any less with the urge to rip
out every strand of the woman’s long blonde hair and strangle Ty
with it. Apparently, being a voyeur didn’t matter when one of the
people you were watching have sex was someone you cared about.
Of course, the bad girl inside her jeered at
her hypocrisy, which even now made her want to sink to her knees
and take the woman’s place. And although she wasn’t an
exhibitionist —
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