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Author: Jaci Burton
He pulled again, harder this time. “Tell me what you want, Lily, and I’ll give it to you. ”
He rubbed between her legs. Having his hands there was torment as he teased her with expert, merciless strokes, only to pull away when he had her hot and writhing against his hand. He replaced his fingers with his cock, the promise of filling her so close as he teased his thick shaft between her pussy lips.
“I’m going to pump my dick in you and give it to you hard and fast, Lily. You ready for it?”
“Oh, Mac, yes,” she finally said, admitting defeat in this game with great reluctance. But she couldn’t help it. She was tired of waiting.
He leaned forward and licked the side of her neck, sliding his cock against her. Goddamit, she couldn’t stand this.
“You win,” she groaned. “Fuck me. ”
With one thrust, he was inside her, pushing in with force. But she hadn’t lost, she’d won. He was inside her, stretching her. Lily fisted the blanket underneath her hands at the unexpected thrill. Her pussy tightened around his cock, capturing him like her possession.
“So tight. So hot. And damn, baby, you’re wet. You were ready for this, weren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, couldn’t speak. Her only response was to push back against him so he could power more of his cock in. And he did, thrusting so deeply she felt it in her belly.
The need spiraled, grabbing hold of her from the inside with every stroke. He knew just how to move to give her the utmost pleasure, sliding his cock upward to brush along her g-spot, rewarding her with tiny pulses that felt like orgasms. She whimpered, wanting more.
“Mac. Mac. ” She could only say his name as he pushed deeper, taking her where she needed to go. He wrapped his arms around her and moved his hand between her legs, stroking her clit with slow movements that drove her mad. It was perfect. The sensations inside and out splintered her in a million pieces.
“Yeah, baby. Come on me,” he whispered against her.
“Milk my cock. ”
The sounds of her cries as she climaxed mixed with the raging band noise. Lost in the sensation and the relentless thrusts of Mac’s cock, she rode the vibrations, catapulting again when he gripped her hips and began to shudder against her, groaning as he came in hot torrents within her.
This was the wild life, the madness she’d always wanted, needed with Mac. No one else had ever been able to give it to her. Only Mac could give her what she craved.
Panting, exhausted, she stayed that way while he held her in his tight grip and kissed her neck.
“I’m sweaty,” she said, laughing when he responded to that with a lick along the side of her neck.
“I crave salty things. ”
After they cleaned up as best they could and dressed, he laid on his back and pulled her against him, drawing the blanket over them both.
“You warm?” he asked.
“Yes. Very. ”
“Good. ”
She snuggled against him, letting her eyes drift closed as the sounds of the raucous party outside continued. She felt comfortable, warm, and safe.
Though she didn’t quite feel settled. Not yet. Not when there were still unanswered questions.
She didn’t have resolution with Mac, but for now, at least, there was an uneasy peace. That would have to do.
Mac didn’t know what woke him. Maybe because the band finally stopped playing and the noise had died down. No crowd talk, no footsteps.
The quiet unnerved him. He sat up, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He slept light anyway—had to in his line of work, especially considering the package he carried.
Lily slept, his movements not disturbing her. He pulled the blanket around her, tucking it in so she wouldn’t catch a chill. He pulled on his boots, zipped up his jacket and slid the gun into his pocket. Debating on whether to leave the virus in the tent or take it with him, he chose the latter. Leaving it in the tent put Lily at risk, and that he wouldn’t do. If someone was watching them, they’d probably follow him, not stalk Lily.
He stepped out of the tent and zipped it back up, pulling his collar up against the biting wind. A few all nighters were still milling around, but almost everyone had bedded down.
The drink and food tents were closed and wouldn’t reopen until after dawn. The band had packed up and left.
That uneasy sensation settled over him again. His gut told him something was wrong, and he always went with his instincts. Slipping one hand in his pocket, he made sure the safety was off his gun and began to wander behind the tents where the bikes were parked, keeping his gaze peeled for anything or anyone who looked suspicious.
He didn’t hear or see anyone who seemed to be lurking around or watching, or who didn’t belong, but the hairs on the back of his neck raised, and that wasn’t good. Someone was watching him. He knew it. When he got to his bike, he knew why.
His saddlebags, normally locked, were open. Not an amateur job either. Not knifed or ripped or torn, but the locks had been picked. His stomach twisted as he circled the bike. It hadn’t been vandalized, it had been searched. Keeping one eye on the area around him, he felt inside the bags. Nothing was missing, which meant this break-in hadn’t been about petty theft. He knew exactly what the perpetrator had been after.
The virus. He and Lily had been tailed here. How had he missed that? Then again, in the crowd of bikers heading to the rally, everyone blended in. It could be anyone on a bike, or in one of the many cars that had also come to enjoy the rally.
He scanned the trees and rows of tents, but didn’t see anyone, nor did he expect someone to make a move right now. Not with the smattering of people still wandering around. Taking him down would call attention to him, would send a crowd running.
Bikers supported each other, and Mac knew a lot of people here. Whoever was after him had to be aware of that. They weren’t going to do anything at the rally, but Mac had to be on his guard when they left, because once they were out of the safety of the group of bikers, he and Lily would be targeted.
He needed a plan. A good one. A way to slip out of the rally without whoever was tailing them following.
First thing he had to do was wake Lily. Then go find Jessie.
Chapter Eight
Mac woke Lily out of a dead sleep.
“Something’s going on. ”
Lily bolted upright and grabbed for her boots. “What is it?”
“Someone broke into the bike last night. ”
Her eyes widened. “Vandals?”
He shook his head. “Professional job on the saddlebag locks. ”
“So they were looking for the virus. ”
“I’m pretty sure. ”
“How did they find us? I don’t remember seeing that many cars on our way here. ”
“There were some. Enough. Could even be someone on a bike. They blend in better. Trust me, someone was obviously on our tail, because they searched the bike. And that doesn’t mean it was the guy who shot at us at the museum, but I can’t take any chances that it was. ”
“Do you think they’re still hanging out around here? Is someone watching us?”
He nodded. “It happened several hours ago. I’ve been sitting in here waiting for dawn, figuring out a plan. ”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
He smiled. “You needed the sleep. ”
“I’m ready. What do you want me to do?”
“We’re going to find some friends and have a talk, figure a way out so we’re not noticed. When we exit the tent, just hold my hand, smile a lot, act casual and stay close. ”
Lily had a million questions, but right now she was thrilled that Mac confided in her, was including her in what was going on. “Got it. ”
They casually headed over to the food tent and grabbed a cup of coffee and breakfast, moving over toward Jessie and a group of men and women. To
anyone watching, it seemed like a bunch of sleepy bikers having a quiet, innocuous conversation. They huddled around a table, heads bent together and whispering.
Mac didn’t tell them anything about the virus, only that someone was following them and that he and Lily needed to get out of there without being tailed. She was surprised that these people didn’t ask for more details, but they must be tight with Mac because they immediately agreed to help.
Must be a biker code of honor or something.
But they had a plan. And as Lily listened to it, she couldn’t keep the grin from her face. It was a great idea.
“So we’re set?” Mac asked, his voice lowered to a whisper.
The big guy sitting next to Jessie nodded. “Don’t worry about it. We’ve got it covered. ”
“You do your part, we’ll do ours and we’ll meet where we’ve arranged, okay?” Jessie said.
“I appreciate this, guys,” Mac said.
“No problem,” one of the other guys said. “Let’s do it. ”
After the others left, Mac straddled the bench and kissed her.
“So, any idea who?” she asked.
“Someone who wants the virus, is my guess. ”
“Don’t you think we should try to figure out who broke into the bike? This is our chance to catch the person. Maybe it’s the same person who fired on us at the museum. ”
“It might be, and then again maybe it isn’t. I don’t know. ” He dragged his fingers through his hair, his lips set in a grim line. “My gut tells me this guy picked up our trail and followed us, and that I don’t like. And no, this isn’t the right place or time to have a showdown with him if it is the same guy. I’m not putting all these people at risk. ” He turned to her.
“We’ll have our chance with him. This isn’t it. ”
“You know you’re going to see this guy again. ”
He nodded. “I’m damn sure of it. We’ll lose him, but he’ll find us again. ”
That wasn’t comforting. “I hope this plan works. You have great friends. ”
Mac grinned. “I know. ” They stood and he pulled her into his arms. “Just follow my lead and do whatever I say without question. This is going to go down fast, which is exactly the way we want it. ”
“You got it. ”
Lily packed up while Mac took the tent down, her pulse racing with excitement. . When they made their way to his Harley, Jessie was there, along with the group who’d shared their table.
Lots of bikers wandered around, many packing up and heading out. It was chaotic. Lily grabbed a clue when everyone huddled close. She was grabbed, helmet slammed on and a terse warning from Mac to keep her head down and face covered. Then she was shoved on a bike that wasn’t Mac’s.
She and Mac tore out of there in a hurry. She barely had time to hang on, nor did she even know who got on Mac’s bike.
They were surrounded by others as they headed out on the main road. Lily kept her head tucked to her chin, her hair was jammed up in her helmet so no one could tell who she was.
They were no longer heading south. More like east, northeast, and the group of bikes traveled with them. No one had broken off yet and they’d traveled about twenty-five miles so far. Lily really wanted to turn around to see if anyone was tailing them, but the best she could do was take an occasional peek over Mac’s shoulder to look in his rearview mirror. All she saw were more bikes.
Finally, they reached an intersection that cut off into three other highways. It was then she noticed that all the bikers riding with them had virtually the same bike, and all the riders had women riding with them. And everyone was dressed similarly to her and Mac, in leathers with helmets on, no one tailing them could tell who was who.
What an amazing, tightly knit group. And talk about mass confusion. The bikes all took off in different directions.
Lily felt a spark of adrenaline to be part of it, and she really hoped this worked.
They rode with four other bikes for about an hour, then those split off to two other bikes, then finally just her and Mac.