By the time they arrived, the party was already in full swing. Striker hooked an arm across Lila’s shoulders, and drew her to his side while they walked toward the entrance. He never neglected an opportunity to touch her in some manner, a fact that thrilled her, and one she was quickly becoming addicted to despite her misgivings about their relationship. He communicated with touch, and could sooth her as well as arouse her.
“You ready for this, babe?” He looked sexy tonight, dark and a little dangerous in deep blue jeans with a black button up shirt under his cut.
“Of course.” She winced at the slight squeak in her voice. So much for hiding her anxiety about her first biker party.
“Right.” He tugged her along toward the door. “You and your old man spend a lot of time at wild biker parties back in DC?”
“Har har, Mr. Hilarious. Just because I didn’t hang out with bikers then doesn’t mean I can’t hack it now.”
He chuckled, and gave her a quick kiss on her neck. “Have I told you how smokin’ hot you look tonight?” The words were whispered against her ear.
Lila wore ass-hugging black leather leggings with a shimmery silver halter. The top ended about an inch above her pants, and showed off a peek of bare stomach, and the neckline had a deep V that revealed more than a hint of cleavage. Black leather ankle boots with a silver zipper and three inch heels completed the outfit. At Striker’s request, her hair was down and flowed past her shoulders. Her style was very different from most of the women here, but she liked to think of it as biker chic. Striker seemed to approve, and that was all she cared about. “I think you may have mentioned it right before you felt me up as we were trying to leave.”
The grin he gave her could only be described as wolfish. “Want a repeat?” he asked, wagging his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
Lila laughed and lightly smacked his arm. “We’re already thirty minutes late, it will have to wait until later. Good thing you have a room here.”
They arrived at the door, and Lila took a fortifying breath. Here goes nothing. Striker stepped in front of her, and turned, facing her. He slid his hands into her hair and held her still. “Seriously, babe, don’t worry. I’m sure this will be different from any party you’ve been to, but I promise you no one will bother you. I’d kill them. Okay?”
“I know, Striker. I always feel safe when I’m with you. I’m really not worried.”
He held the door and she stepped into the building. The clubhouse was packed. Bodies were crammed in everywhere she looked. Waiting for Striker to follow gave her eyes a chance to adjust to the dark smoky atmosphere of the open space. As she gazed around, Lila had to clench her teeth to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. Women wearing little more than their skin were everywhere. They danced out on the floor, danced on tables, and danced on laps. Actually dancing might have been too formal a word. Gyrating or writhing was probably more accurate.
Some of the women were doing way more than dancing. She saw couples making out, groping, and a few she couldn’t help but wonder if they weren’t doing even more. The whole place reeked of cigarettes, a bit of marijuana, and booze. A good majority of the partiers seemed more than halfway drunk already. Okay, Striker was right. This was not her scene at all, and she instantly felt out of place, like a shy kid on her first day at a new school.
Striker’s arm slid around her waist, and she turned until she faced him. “You look terrified, Doc,” he said chuckling.
“I’m not. It’s just, well I’m—” She rolled her eyes at her own foolishness. Striker kissed her and she felt slightly better. “Who are all these girls?”
“Some ol’ ladies, some local girls who just come to party, and strippers.”
“Ah, strippers.” Lila rolled her eyes again. “Of course. Sorry, lost my head there for a minute. Who doesn’t have strippers at their parties?”
Striker winked at her. “Come on, wild thing.” He guided her to the right side of the room where a row of square tables was lined against the wall. When she spotted Marcie and Hook, Lila felt herself relax. Their table was devoid of strippers, and Marcie had all her clothes on, which Lila took as a good sign.
As they drew closer, Marcie hopped up and rushed over to greet them. After accepting a hug and peck on the cheek from Striker she focused on Lila. “Hey girl! Are you freaking out yet?”
“She’s good, Marce,” Striker answered for her.
“I’m good,” Lila parroted.
“Sure you are.” Marcie laughed. “I’m sorry I didn’t think to give you the four-one-one on parties around here. With all Hook’s drama, it didn’t even occur to me to warn you about what you’d be stepping into.” She linked her arm through Lila’s and drew her away from Striker, toward their table where two empty chairs sat waiting for them.
When they reached the table, Marcie resumed her position next to Hook. He slung his arm across her shoulders, and pulled her close to kiss the side of her head. “Sit down, Lila,” he said as he gestured to the two empty chairs. “This area is where those of us with a ball and chain hang during these parties.”
With a roll of her emerald eyes, Marcie smiled at Lila. “It gets pretty crazy out there. A lot of the guys who come here with their ol’ ladies hang off to the sides like this. Although I know for a fact that these two,” she said, pointing her thumbs at Striker and Hook, “and a few others who aren’t into the whole strippers gyrating in their face thing, hang out over here just because.”
Lila moved to sit in the empty chair, but Striker snaked an arm around her waist, and hauled her onto his lap. He settled her against his broad chest, before he rested his hands on her thighs. After giving her waist a squeeze, he pressed his mouth to her ear. “See, not so bad over here. Like Marcie said, it’s been a long time since I was over there in the madness. Gets old after a while.”
“Not quite the badass you pretend to be, are you?” she teased, earning her a nip on the ear. “Hey.” She giggled. “That hurt!”
“You want a drink, gorgeous?”
“A beer would be good.”
“Hey, Kid!” Striker bellowed.
“Yeah, VP?” A tall, lanky young guy with buzzed blond hair and a prospect patch jogged over. Lila recognized him as the prospect that was with her the day she was attacked at the hospital.
“Couple of beers, and four shots of tequila.”
“Sure thing.” He jogged toward the bar.
Lila raised an eyebrow at him. “Thirsty?”
“We’re late, we have some catching up to do. Besides, we’re planning to crash here tonight. Might as well make the most of it.”
The prospect returned after a minute with shots and two beers as requested.
“Thank you.” Lila gave him a smile when he placed their drinks on the table.
“No problem, miss,” the prospect said as he beamed at her. “You sure are pretty.”
Jester chose that moment to amble up to their table, his arm slung around the shoulders of Gumby, who leaned heavily on Jester for support. “Bring me one of those, prospect.” He pointed to the tequila shots. “And it’s doctor, not miss. And stop flirting, asshole. She’s sitting on the VP’s lap for Christ’s sake.” He slapped the prospect on the side of his shaved head. Pretty damn hard in Lila’s opinion, but she kept her mouth shut.
“How’re ya feeling, Gumb?” Marcie asked with a wink at Lila. Gumby’s cut was hanging off one shoulder, his typically impeccable hair was mussed and pointed in multiple directions, and there was something pinkish all over his collar. Was that lipstick?
“I am feeling great, doll. You gonna save me a dance?”
“I don’t think so, bro, you can barely stay on your feet. Don’t need you breaking my woman’s toes or knocking her down,” Hook answered for her with a snort.
“Seriously, Gumby, maybe you should sit down or something before you pass out, and Stitch has to glue your head back together,” Marcie suggested.
Jester unwound his arm from Gumby’s shoulders, and shoved him down into the vacant chair. Gumby leaned his head against the wall and his eyelids dropped shut.
“Well, so much for the birthday boy.” Striker laughed. He handed Lila a shot and pushed the other two toward Marcie and Hook. Kid had returned with Jester’s shot by then, and they all lifted their glasses. “To Gumby. Let’s hope he makes it to thirty-five and one day.”
Lila tossed back her drink like a pro. After she placed the shot glass back on the table she saw four pairs of wide eyes trained on her. “What? Did I spill it or something?” She looked down at her shirt, but didn’t see any liquid.
“Damn girl, you keep surprising us,” said Jester. “I totally expected coughing and watering eyes.”
“I like tequila,” she said with a giggle. She may like it, but she wasn’t used to it, and it went straight to her head if that giggle was any indication.
Jester just smirked at her as though he could see right through her.
“Let’s dance, girl.” Marcie stood and grabbed Lila off Striker’s lap. “We can stay toward the edge, away from too much of the craziness, plus then our men can watch.” With a wink for the table, she whispered that last part in Lila’s ear.
“I love to dance!” she told Marcie, joy evident in her voice. “Before I moved out here I took all kinds of dance classes. Once I even took a pole dancing class.” She’d never told anyone about that. Her passion for dancing was a well-kept secret. Unless it was ballet or ballroom, it was unacceptable in high society.
“No way, girl! I can’t wait to see what you got. Make sure you dance in full view of Striker. He will love that, and you’ll reap the benefits later on.” Marie giggled, obviously feeling the effects of whatever she’d been drinking, and wagged her eyebrows up and down in Lila’s direction.
Lila laughed out loud at Marcie’s outrageous suggestion, and realized she was feeling the warm glow of a buzz as well. They reached the open area used as a dance floor as the music changed to a tune with a pulsing beat that flowed through Lila like the throbbing of her blood. She immediately started to move. Caught up in the tempo, she lifted her arms over her head and swayed her hips in a seductive rhythm. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she lost herself in the music.
“Damn, girl, you got some moves! You need a job?”
A throaty feminine voice broke Lila out of her trance, and, while she didn’t stop dancing, she did look around to see who had spoken to her. Next to Marcie was a woman, probably in her mid-twenties, wearing a painted on black leather skirt that barely covered her ass and what was basically a black leather bra with a black, long-sleeved fishnet top over it. She was tall for a woman with generous breasts and a completely flat stomach. Platinum hair tumbled down her back in long waves making a striking contrast to her black outfit. She was a knockout.
Marcie giggled again as she hugged the woman. When she pulled away, Marcie turned the woman in Lila’s direction. “Lila, this is Jaci, she bartends at Black’s, which is where many of these girls dance. Jaci, this is Dr. Lila Emerson. Don’t think she’s looking for a new job, hon, though I do think she’d draw a crowd.”
The song changed again, and a slower more sultry sound filled the air.
“Oh my bad.” Jaci laughed, and winked a perfectly made up eye at Lila as she inclined her head toward where Striker was sitting. “Looks like you’ll at least be putting on a private show tonight.”
Lila turned, still moving in a slow, sensual manner, designed to entice. Striker rose from his seat and stalked straight toward her. There was no other word for it. He approached her like a panther tracking his prey, hard, powerful muscles shifting under his clothes. His normally ice blue eyes deepened with lust and promise. An obvious erection he didn’t try to hide strained against his zipper. A distant part of Lila’s brain registered shrill whistling and catcalls from Hook and Jester, and she felt her cheeks heat with the slow burn of desire.
Lila didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fire in his gaze that made her lose her inhibitions, but as Striker drew closer, she slid her hands down her body, and rocked her hips to the music in a way that left no question as to what she wanted from him. When he reached her, his arm shot out. Long fingers slid into the waistband of her leather pants and yanked her body to his. Flush against her, his hot, aroused form moved them to the music.
“Where the fuck did you learn to move your gorgeous body like this? Shit babe, you’ve got every man in the room rock hard and panting, and you don’t even know it.”
She gave him a sexy smile. “Can’t tell you all my secrets.”
The song changed, and Striker shifted, positioning one of his legs between hers so that her heated center, which was quickly growing damp, rested against his thigh. One of his callused hands molded around one round globe of her ass while the other slid under her shirt searing the smooth skin of her back with its heat. Their eyes met, and she wound her arms around his neck to play with the hair at the base of his head. The smoldering intensity in his eyes mesmerized her, and their bodies moved as one to the music, rocking and grinding.
The hard expanse of Striker’s jean clad thigh rubbed against Lila’s mound and sent delicious jolts of pleasure through her core. It wasn’t enough. She tilted her pelvis, pressed closer, and ground herself down on his thigh in search of relief. Their mouths met, and his cock twitched where it lay trapped between them at the same time her pussy clenched with need.
They were barely dancing anymore, and about two seconds away from making love on the dance floor. Lila knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she should be mortified by her behavior. She felt self-conscious kissing him in public, and here she was ready to fuck him in front of his club and a bunch of strippers. But she didn’t care enough to stop, she was too far gone, needed him too much.
Lost in her lust, Lila didn’t notice he had maneuvered them to the back corner of the dance floor. He broke their mouths apart and stepped back a fraction, steering her around a corner and into a long dark hallway, which led to the back exit. A dim glow lit the hallway from one light bulb near the exit door. It was bright enough to see the hallway was empty and to see some of Striker’s features, but low enough they could hide in the shadows.
“I need to make you come.” He thumbed open her pants, separated the fabric enough to get his hand inside, and sank two fingers into her tight channel. “Damn baby, you are so wet for me.”
“Yes,” she hissed with a jerk of her hips as his fingers curled inside her. Pleasure invaded her brain until she could think of nothing but the amazing sensations shooting form her center. “I need you to make me come.”
He chuckled and melded his mouth to hers, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth before his tongue soothed over the slight sting.
Lila wasn’t able to keep still. She shamelessly rode his hand in the hallway where anyone could walk by at any time. She was beyond caring. Maybe she’d regret her actions when her head cleared, but for now she glided on a wave of lust and need so consuming all she could think of was release.
“More, Striker. I need more. Fuck me, please. I need to feel you fill me up, all the way, not just your hand.”
“Jesus, baby, do you have any idea how fuckin’ sexy you are? I’m never gonna get enough of you.” With rushed movements, he unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down far enough to release his iron hard shaft. His arms slid under her thighs and he lifted her with minimal effort. “Wrap these beautiful legs around me, baby.”
Lila didn’t waste any time locking her ankles around his back, and reaching for his cock, to position him at her entrance. As he rammed into her, Lila’s head fell back against the wall and she cried out. There wasn’t anything in her life that made her feel as good as she did when Striker was inside her. Everything negative faded away, and her world was just…right.
He held still for a moment, which allowed her time to adjust. The burn and stretch of his penetration drew a whimper from her throat, and in a flash, the need for him to move overwhelmed her.
“Please, Striker,” she begged as she tried to move her hips on his cock.
Striker must have sensed what she needed because he pistoned in and out with a frenzied pace.
In mere seconds, Lila flew into ecstasy. Her legs clamped around his body to clutch him as close as possible as she came apart. Her body bucked and shook. Electricity shot from her core, out through her entire being. Striker fused his mouth to hers stifling what would have been an epic scream of completion.
Lila was so caught up in her own intense orgasm she barely registered Striker when he followed her over the edge with a final powerful thrust.
“Holy shit,” she whispered as she floated down from the high. “I have never experienced anything like that in my life. I don’t know what came over me.”
His forehead rested on her shoulder, and his torso kept her anchored to the wall, the only thing preventing her from collapsing on the floor in an exhausted heap. With a chuckle, he reached back and unwound her legs from his waist. “I don’t know either, but I sure as hell liked it. You gonna be able to stand if I set you down?”
“Maybe.”
Striker placed her feet on the floor, and stayed with her until she proved she was steady. “No regrets?”
She thought for a millisecond. Did she regret the most intense sexual experience of her life? No. But she did regret that she didn’t regret it. “No, Striker, no regrets.”
Just when they finished covering themselves, the door at the far end of the hallway opened and Jester strode in. He zeroed right in on them, and his face broke out in a wide grin. “Oh good, you’re done.”
Lila’s eyes bugged out of her head, and her jaw dropped. “You saw us? Oh my God,” she sputtered. She wanted to crawl in a whole and die.
“No worries, Doc. As soon as I realized someone was making use of this lovely hallway, I stepped outside.” He approached them with a smirk on his face that made her suspicious.
Lila attempted to smooth her now tangled hair back in place, and tried to clarify. “So you didn’t see anything?”
“Got an eyeful of Striker’s white ass.”
“Did you like what you saw, motherfucker?” He slugged Jester in the arm and the bigger man winced.
“Ow, brother, that fuckin’ hurt. I was a gentleman and made sure not to look at anything of Lila’s below the face.” He rubbed at his arm.
She breathed out a shaky breath of relief. Sounded like he only saw enough to figure out who was making use of the hallway.
“I do have to say one thing though.”
“What’s that?” Striker asked, his voice laden with warning.
Jester turned to Lila and gave her a wicked grin. “Girl, the look on your face when you come is fuckin’ beautiful.”
With that parting shot he took off down the hallway, and narrowly avoided being grabbed as Striker lunged for him. “Asshole! Want me to gouge those eyes out?”
Oh. My. God. Lila sank against the wall and covered her face with her hands as the reality of what just happened set in. Sex against the wall in the MC clubhouse? She was a doctor, a pillar in her community, and the daughter of a powerful businessman, not a woman who had sex in a public place with a criminal. In the back of her mind she knew she was being unfair to Striker, emphasizing that one aspect of him, but she was starting to panic. She barely recognized herself anymore, and part of her worried she was too far down the rabbit hole to find her way back to who she was supposed to be.