Wraith, page 2
He explored her mouth slowly, savoring her. She grabbed a handful of his T-shirt and held him close as she met each of his kisses fully. His shaft throbbed against the fly of his jeans, instantly alert.
“Get a room, Wraith.”
The amused voice reminded him of where they were. He didn’t even check to see who had spoken to him when he didn’t recognize the voice. He didn’t matter. She did. Wraith pressed one last gentle kiss to her lips before lifting his head to stare into her brown eyes.
“We need to get out of here,” he growled. He wouldn’t fuck her in some cubbyhole in the back room. Wraith needed to take his time with this delicious treat.
“Sorry. My ex just walked by. He’s not a nice person. The only way I could think of hiding from him was to kiss you. Then….”
Wraith didn’t let her off the hook. He needed to hear how she finished that statement.
“Then… I’ve never felt anything like that.” Her enormous eyes searched his face.
“I’m sorry you’ve been with crappy lovers, Temptress. All your kisses should be that striking.”
“I think it’s you,” she whispered.
“Do you want to leave?” he asked.
“You mean go somewhere else and….”
“Yeah. Better than here in the hallway. I don’t share.”
“I don’t… I don’t do that.”
“Fuck?” he asked and loved the fierce blush that spread over her face and chest. She couldn’t be more desirable. Well, at least not clothed. Caroline was a present he couldn’t wait to unwrap.
“Could you get more crass?” she asked, bristling.
“Yes. That’s not a problem. My crass level is epic,” he teased her. The stiffness seeped out of her tense form. Her eyes focused back on his mouth, making his heavy shaft twitch inside his now-tight jeans. “You’re killing me, Temptress. What do you say? Shall we get out of here?”
“We have to go to my place,” she announced, obviously needing to seize control.
Wraith would allow her to do that. Later when they were alone, she’d discover who was always going to be in charge. “Okay. I’ll ride with you.”
“Don’t you have a bike or something?”
“I do. But I’m not letting you out of my sight. I can Uber back or call a Devil Daddy to come get me.”
“Do you do this often?”
“Never.” He let that reassurance hang in the air.
“Really?”
“I’m picky when it comes to choosing a partner, Caroline. I have a feeling you are too. You’ll be safe. I got tested months ago when my last relationship ended.”
“You’ll have to wear a condom,” she declared, as if searching for something that would take this decision out of her hands.
“No problem. I’m a grown-ass man.”
Wraith watched her face, picking up her progression of thoughts. He saw she’d run out of demands and hadn’t found anything to convince herself he was off limits. He cupped her face and lowered his lips to hers once again and kissed her until they were both breathing heavily. He didn’t need proof that this attraction between them was explosive, but she did. Wraith recognized how rare it was to experience this level of sexual excitement.
“Ready to leave?”
When she nodded, he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her toward the back entrance. At the door, he told Fury, the biker manning that access point, “I’m out of here. Don’t call me.”
“Got it, Wraith.” Fury didn’t even look at the woman he escorted out. Wraith’s business was his.
The corner of Wraith’s mouth quirked up on one side. If he had his way, the club would understand Caroline was under his protection soon. She might be planning a one-night stand, but he wasn’t.
CHAPTER 2
Caroline’s mind raced. She couldn’t believe she was letting this biker pick her up. She stole a sideways glance at his handsome face and hard body. Caroline’s practical side told her to go for it. No man ever looked at her like this guy did.
“I don’t even know your name,” she whispered, appalled as she stopped in her tracks.
“Wraith.”
“Oh.” They walked through the parking lot.
“Do you remember where you left your car?”
“There was a huge boulder at the end of the row,” Caroline shared.
“Got it. Come on.”
They walked past a row of cars and bikes until Caroline stopped in her tracks. A shadowy figure sat on her back bumper a short distance away. “That’s Adam. He found my car.”
“Shall we go on my bike, or should I take care of him?” Wraith asked.
Take care of him? What did that mean? Caroline pushed the question of how the burly biker would deal with her ex out of her mind. Then she squashed the flare of interest that ignited inside her at the thought of someone intimidating Adam. She’d love to see the tables turned on her ex for once.
“Your bike. I don’t want him to hurt my car.”
“On it.” Wraith directed their path to the side of the building. Caroline had noticed a lot of bikes sporting the Devil Daddies logo there when she’d walked in. What was he going to say when he found out she’d never ridden a bike?
Wraith pulled out his phone and placed a call. “Hey, Wraith here. I’m out for the night. There’s an asshole hanging next to a woman’s car in the parking lot. Row eight, east side.” He hung up without saying anything else.
“What will they do to him?”
“He’ll get tossed out.”
“Adam won’t like that,” Caroline warned.
“I can live with that. Can you?” he asked, never stopping.
She didn’t bother to answer. The moment Adam asked her for a divorce after four and a half years of marriage was the end of her concern for him. She bumped into Wraith’s powerful body on purpose, enjoying the contact with his hard form.
Caroline cocked her head to the side to look up at his handsome face surreptitiously. She’d never done anything like this before. If she had to break every rule she’d followed in her sparse dating activities before Adam, having a one-night fling with Wraith would be worth it.
Besides, she could use the experience of hot sex with a stranger in her book. Her love life hadn’t inspired a lot of sexy scenes. Or, it hadn’t until now.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
A thrill filled her. She couldn’t believe how those two words could resonate inside her. Of course, he didn’t mean that phrase the way she took it. Caroline’s eyes landed on the club patch on his cut. Devil Daddies.
“Are you a Daddy?” she blurted before she could stop herself.
“Yes.”
Wraith didn’t stop walking toward the bikes. He did squeeze her hand. There was no way he meant that in the same way she did. Or did he? Hope flared inside her.
Caroline tried to figure out what to say. Maybe he had children, and they were talking about different things.
“How many kids do you have?” she asked, testing the waters.
“No offspring. No adult Little girl either. Here’s my bike.”
“Oh,” she said, unsure of how to respond to that. She’d asked, and he’d answered. Her pulse quickened. He was a Daddy Dom.
He stopped at an old-school chopper with ape-hanger handlebars. Caroline had learned those terms from her internet searches about bikes and riders. A zing of pride flowed through her. She’d put a lot of dedication into this new series. It appeared everything was soaking in.
All those thoughts dissolved when Wraith leaned over to unfasten the buckles on his leather saddlebags. He had obviously not skipped leg and butt day. Caroline had never been with anyone so built.
When he turned around, she found herself staring at his fly. Holy crap! He cleared his throat, and her gaze flew up to meet his.
‘Sorry. I….” What did she say to excuse staring at his erection?
“I like the package you come in too, Little girl. Let’s get this helmet on you so we can go explore.”
While she squeezed her thighs together in reaction to the arousal that flooded her at being called that, he stepped forward to brush her hair over her shoulders and gathered it into a thick ponytail. Before she realized what he was doing, Wraith tucked her tresses into the back of her shirt. “You’ll get less tangled this way.”
With that accomplished, he grabbed the helmet he’d pulled out of his saddlebag from the seat and fit it over her head. In a few quick moves, he fastened the chinstrap.
As he put on his own, Wraith told her, “I’ll get on first and start the bike. When I have it stabilized, you’ll step over and sit up here.” He patted a slightly higher section of the seat that had a metal loop as a backrest.
“Okay.” She was relieved she didn’t have to admit she was clueless.
Stepping back as he swung a leg over the wide bike, Caroline watched him start the engine and then brace the machine between his thick thighs.
“Come on, Temptress.”
Awkwardly, she tried to straddle the bike with as much ease as he had. Her heel caught on the metal bar, and she wobbled on one foot. Without saying a word, Wraith wrapped an arm around her, stabilizing her and helping her settle on the seat.
“Put your feet up on the pegs and hold on to me,” he instructed when she’d settled into place with a sigh of relief.
It took a few seconds for her to find the footrests. As she squirmed around, panicking that she was so uncool, Wraith’s large hand wrapped around her thigh. He guided her leg to the right place, easily controlling her jerky movements without any apparent judgement.
“You’ve got this,” he assured her calmly.
“Thanks,” she whispered and relaxed.
His hands pulled hers in front of him, tugging her arms around his powerful torso. “Hold on, Caroline. Lean the way I do, even if it seems scary. I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe.”
Adam shouted from across the parking lot where Caroline’s car sat. “You can’t kick me out for waiting for my wife. Call the police. I’m not leaving.”
Wraith kicked the stand up into place and eased the bike out of his spot. Dismissing her concern about her ex, she decided she’d missed too much already while married to him. Caroline hugged herself to him, burying her nose in his back. She inhaled Wraith’s masculine scent as they crept through the parking lot. Stiffening her resolve, Caroline didn’t glance toward the growing commotion on the other side of the lot. Adam was on his own.
Riding with Wraith was both terrifying and exhilarating. Corners were the scariest. If she’d been able to unlock her hands from where they were frozen around Wraith’s waist, Caroline was sure she could have touched the pavement whizzing by a scant foot away. She definitely couldn’t concentrate on anything else as they sped through town.
On a long, straight stretch, Caroline relaxed a bit. The roar of the motor between her legs built heat inside her—both sexy arousal and actual warmth. She understood what all the MC romance books meant by the throbbing engine against her most private space. Caroline didn’t know what was more arousing, holding on to Wraith’s hard body or feeling the vibrations.
She shifted her hands slightly and froze. Caroline couldn’t mistake what she’d touched. Without thinking, she stroked her fingers over the thick shaft. A powerful hand clamped over hers.
“You’re going to make me drop the bike, Temptress,” he yelled back to her.
She’d never be able to look at him again. Caroline tried to draw her hands back to hold on to his waist, and Wraith tugged her into position again.
“You don’t want me to pull this bike over.”
The implied threat in there didn’t scare her. His stern tone sent an extra thrill through her. Caroline tried to relax, but the new sensations, scents, and views excited her. She could love riding on a bike if she got to hang on to Wraith.
“One-night stand, remember,” she told herself firmly.
A thought popped into her head. Why hadn’t she said something earlier? “Do you need directions?”
“What?” he shouted back to her over the motor.
“Directions?”
“I’ve got it,” he assured her and turned off the main road.
How much had he memorized from her driver’s license? Oh, my God! He knew her weight. That panicked thought reverberated in her head for a few more turns. He doesn’t care. He’d had her private information from the beginning.
She relaxed against him once again. He lifted one hand from the handlebars to wrap it around her leg, squeezing it slightly. Wraith caressed the length of her thigh. She noted that his were larger than hers. That shouldn’t make a difference, she told herself, but it did. Caroline liked big, burly guys. Unfortunately, they all seemed to go for the petite cheerleader type.
She crossed her fingers, hoping to have one magical night with the drop-dead gorgeous man. It was her turn to get the guy. Even if it was for a short time. Caroline had realized looking back she should have listened to that voice in the back of her mind. She was definitely going to heed its encouragement now.
He turned into the condos where she now rented. Getting away from her previous house was the best thing that could have happened. It didn’t hold good memories for her.
“I’m in the third one on the left. You can park in the garage if you’d like,” she told him.
He turned into the driveway and steadied the bike so she could dismount and enter the garage door code. Wraith also caught her when she got off-kilter. He didn’t make a big deal of it but wrapped his arms around her until she had her vibrating legs back under control.
“Thanks,” she whispered, staring into his dark eyes.
“Go open the door. I don’t want an audience when I make you come,” he told her, patting her full bottom.
“Oh!” What could she say to that? The combination of his blunt words and intimate touch did funny things to her inside. Caroline dashed to the controls and keyed in her code. The garage door didn’t move. Panicking, she tried it one more time. Still nothing. Crap! Wanting to whack herself on the forehead, she remembered to push the star that activated the connection. Slowly, the door inched upward.
Following him inside, she waited for him to make a big deal about her screwup. To her surprise, he simply drew her close to unfasten and remove her helmet. He stripped off his as well and set both on the seat of his motorcycle.
“Invite me in, Caroline.”
She stepped forward to press a quick kiss on his lips before shifting back to take his hand. Tugging him to the door, she said, “Follow me.” Thank goodness Wraith remembered to press the button lowering the door.
Once inside, he asked, “Bedroom? Living room? Kitchen table?”
CHAPTER 3
“Kitchen table?” she repeated, struggling to keep her jaw from dropping.
“We’ll save that for round two.”
“We will?”
He didn’t answer but scooped her up in his arms. Instantly, Caroline froze, afraid to off-balance him. Surely, he couldn’t handle her weight. “Where’s your bedroom, Little girl?”
“Upstairs. I can walk. I’m too heavy,” she blurted. How embarrassing would it be for him to have a heart attack halfway up the steps?
Wraith shifted her effortlessly, lifting her up to drape over his shoulder. “No comfy ride for a Little who speaks badly about herself.” He smacked her bottom with a ringing slap and turned to stalk up the stairs.
Afraid to move in case she pushed him off-balance, Caroline stayed as still as possible. Little? Oh, God. He is a Daddy! That slight taste of punishment made her wonder what a real spanking would feel like. Her gaze focused on his rounded ass. The powerful muscles flexed with each step he climbed. His heart rate didn’t seem to change at all.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he stalked into the bedroom at the end of the hall, guessing correctly that it was hers. With a flick, he turned on the overhead fixture. Bright light flooded the room. He popped off her sandals as he strode forward to the bed and tossed them into the corner before setting her feet on the carpet.
“Sorry?” she squeaked.
“You’ll learn,” he answered cryptically before stalking over to the blinds and closing them tightly. He returned to her side and sat on the edge of the bed before drawing her between his legs. “This wasn’t safe, Little girl. Picking up a man in a biker bar.”
“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked, surprised that she wasn’t afraid of him at all. Pure excitement and anticipation filled her.
“I’m going to spank your butt for taking such a chance and then I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll wonder which one was the punishment,” Wraith told her as he reached for the button at the top of her jeans.
He had it unfastened and the zipper pulled down before she had processed that statement. “That’s a big promise,” she said with a laugh, trying to be cool, while mentally praying he wouldn’t be disappointed in her body.
“Fact, Temptress.”
He hooked his fingers into her waistband and pulled the heavy denim down to her knees before she could react. In another split second, he’d draped Caroline over his hard thighs. His hand rubbed over the red lace panties she’d worn to feel daring.
“These are pretty. I’d love to see you in flowery cotton or perhaps something padded.”
Caroline’s brain went into overload at that statement. Cotton like Little girl panties? Padded? He didn’t mean diapers, did he? Did Daddies really like those? Surely that only happened in books.
He hooked a finger into the waistband of the frilly garment and slowly dragged them over her skin. She had plenty of time to protest but had no intention of missing a spanking from this man. How could he sense that was one of her fantasies?
With her panties dragged to her knees as well, he stroked his hand over her naked flesh. His touch felt electric. Caroline was so wet. She glanced over her shoulder, afraid that her curves would have turned him off. The ravenous hunger on his face erased that worry from her mind.
