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

her.”
     
    They were gone, and Lauren trembled at the sight of the smoking gun in Blake’s hands. “You killed him,” she said in a flat tone.
     
    “I’d kill anyone that tries to touch you.”
     
    He held out his hand, and she accepted his grasp. As soon as he had her off the ground, Blake leaned close to kiss her, but Lauren cracked her palm across his face, and her eyes turned to ice as he stared at her in shock.
     
    “What the–?”
     
    “I can’t do this,” Lauren said. “You’re a killer, and you’ve kidnapped me. I… I have a life to get back to. I won’t… I won’t let you keep me–”
     
    Blake silenced her with a swift kiss. Lauren tried to push him away, the sound of the gunshot and the image of murdered man at the forefront of her mind.
     
    He’s brutal. I have to get away from him. I can’t… I…
     
    Her thoughts turned to the heat of his kiss as his tongue swirled down her throat.  Blake wrapped her in his arms and dragged her closer to his chest. Without wanting to or knowing how it was even possible, Lauren went limp in his embrace, and when she finally kissed him, she felt his mouth curve into a smile that only intensified when he pulled away and stared hard into her eyes.
     
    “You want to go?” he asked as he cocked his eyebrow. “I’ll drive you out of camp myself.”
     
    “Good,” Lauren said. “Then right–”
     
    His hand suddenly surrounded her wrist, and he pulled her close once again. “But know this,” Blake said. “I can’t keep you safe out there. And I can’t…I don’t…” He draped his arm over her back, and his moist kiss met her ear, his whisper drizzling into her veins. “I don’t want you to go,” he said. “I need you here. And you want to be here, too.”
     
    She stated to melt in his arms, and her body went limp as he carried her way from the corpse, other Night Riders rushing to attention to conceal his crime.
     
    “Don’t tell me otherwise,” he said. “Don’t lie.”
     
    Back in his bed, Lauren was stiff in his hold, and she looked to his eyes, his tattoos, the scars that broke through his skin. “How can you be doing this to me?” she moaned. “I shouldn’t want to stay.”
     
    “But you do,” he said. “Because you know that this is right.”
     
    Kissing her hard, Lauren finally brought her arms around his neck, and as their lips parted, she sighed into his chest. “Yes,” Lauren admitted. “Don’t know why. I… I just wanted to see what else was out there–”
     
    “And now you know.”
     
    Claiming her mouth again, he pressed his hand between her legs, and his finger slipped into her body. Moaning around his lips, she reached down to her thighs and pressed his hand deeper.
     
    “This is crazy,” she whispered. “Before…right before you did what you did, I was thinking of ways to leave.”
     
    His face darkened, but when she didn’t break away from his hold, Blake brought his brow to hers, and he kissed her neck.
     
    “And now?” he asked.
     
    He was a killer. He was her captor. But he had kept her safe, and he promised to keep doing nothing but. And when his fingers grazed against her cunt… “Right now, I’m not thinking of running.”
     
    Pulling off his pants, Blake tore her clothes away and settled inside her. “Good,” he said. “Don’t ever think about that again.”
     
    He began a slow, smooth stroke against the space of her wet walls, and Lauren felt her body sinking deeper into the mattress as he pushed his palms into her shoulders.
     
    “Not thinking about running now, are you?”
     
    Not now. Maybe never again. She forgot her parents and Drew; she forgot the body being buried in the desert. Stretching towards him, Lauren wrapped her arms around his taut torso, and she rested her head against his chest. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not.”
     
    Blake’s cock swirled and pushed inside her, and Lauren touched his face with a sure hand.
     
    “Take care of me,”