Rain Falls (16 page)

Charro growled, “Are any of those bastards still alive?”

Rain smiled and shook her head. “Don’t know and don’t care, neither should you. Because when all was said and done, I survived, and I am still surviving.”

“Fuck yeah you are,” Knight snapped.

“Okay, how about this, we get all the information, get everyone on the same page, program our cells, and we have a few hours to ourselves before the shit hits the fans,” Rain smiled.

“You know we can’t leave the compound,” Charro said.

“Yeah, but if you had done your homework, you would know the compound had about a half mile of seclude beachfront that no one can use but the club,” Rain grinned.

“Uh, not to thrilled with sand in my ass, babe,” Knight said. “One of the reasons I didn’t come here to settle.”

“We live in a desert,” Rain laughed.

“Yeah, but we have air conditioning and no one goes and sits in the middle of a desert to fuck. Now, waterfront, hell, every woman thinks that shit is romantic,” Knight shared.

Rain shook her head. “They have a beach house, I already asked Casey to use it.”

“Well why didn’t you say that, babe,” Knight said.

“Fuck yeah, the guys are gonna bitch,” Charro laughed.

“Let them,” Rain said and then turned back. “Pull up the last conversations with Zane.”

Stone nodded and did what she said. Everyone trickled into the room while they were looking at the calls Zane had made.

Rain turned and looked at everyone who was gathered in the now crowded room. “There are two places he has mentioned in the last few days. Supplies were sent to both, and these are both places he would go if he felt threatened in order to wait it out until they had me. One of them is an old office building in La Mesa where he used to be based out of. The whole place is wired even though it doesn’t look like it. He keeps it because it was his first office and once said it was a fortress because of the gangs in the area. The second place, which I am leaning a little more toward, mostly because it has all the creature comforts my half-sister would demand, and Zane has come accustom to the highlife, he won’t want to give that up because he has to hide from us, is his bungalow. It will piss him off if he has to, but it depends on what kind of threat he thinks we are.”

“What can you tell us about these places?” Easy said, stepping forward.

Stone grinned and turned. “Hey, hoss, you know me, like a boy scout, always prepared.”

Easy laughed and waited while the larger than normal man, standing at six foot seven stood and grabbed a bunch of rolls of blue prints. He hummed as he went through them and finally he grinned and pulled out the first one and used the pushpins to put it against the wall. Then he got the second and pinned it too.

Knight and Charro stepped up and looked at the building first and then the bungalow. They turned and all the men began talking and Rain tuned them out when she felt Shady at her back.

“Which one?” Shady said.

“The bungalow,” Rain said just as quietly. She felt her friend nod and they listened for a few minutes then Shay spoke up.

“Rain thinks the bungalow, and so that is where the Lady Riders are focusing on,” she announced and Rick stepped up quickly.

“Okay, the building is in La Mesa, I believe we can blend better there so we are gonna have to split up anyway,” Rick said.

“Blend better?” Shay said, tilting her head.

Rick looked at Rain and kinda grimaced, and she wanted to laugh out loud, mostly because she knew what he was going to say, but also because she couldn’t believe her father didn’t think any of the women would actually be able to blend on Coronado.

“Well, La Mesa is a bit more of the freer thinking area of San Diego. While Coronado…well…” Rick said and looked at her desperately.

“Aw, Dad,” Rain shook her head and laughed. “What he is saying badly is that Coronado is a bunch of prissy ass military bitches who wear Gucci and Lord and Taylor on the beach because they can afford to throw away the clothes if they get dirty. While La Mesa is a bunch of new age potheads who wear tie-dyed shirts that say ‘Peace No Nukes’ on them. So he thinks the cuts and chaps would fit better in La Mesa.”

Shay laughed loudly as did everyone else and Byrd smiled. “Yeah, that is about right.”

“Well okay then,” Abi said and looked around. “Ladies, I believe we need to go shopping.”

The guys rolled their eyes and Casey said, “I have the perfect hairdresser, she can dye hair in a pinch like the wind. By nightfall, none of you will look like the badass bitches you are.”

Charro took off his belt, the snapping sounds echoing through the one room bungalow. “Hold still,” he grumbled.

“What are you doing?” Rain asked, her eyes sparkling with that fire he couldn’t wait to unleash.

“Close your eyes, darlin’,” Knight said from behind her. She tried to turn around, but he held her in place. “Nope.” He put something soft around her eyes and tied it behind her head, both men dead silent.

“What’s the deal?” She assumed they were playing a game, but the idea of being blindfolded made her uncomfortable. His hands traced up her arms, sending shiver bumps over her skin. The soft touch was different, but turned her on in a whole new way. What she didn’t expect was for him to manipulate her arms behind her back and snap handcuffs on. That was past her comfort zone. “What the fuck? Take them off now,” she said, carpeting her fear with anger.

“Hush, Rain.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to hush, we are supposed to be having a fun evening while we can. This is not fun,” her voice was hard, but she was teetering on the verge of panic.

“Oh we are having fun, baby,” Charro said, leaning in to kiss her. She pushed him back with her chest, keeping her mouth clamped shut and her anger elevating.

“I’m not, so get this shit off of me now!” she screamed. Knight pulled her against his chest and held her, slowly dropping kisses down her neck and shoulder. Her body was rigid, and despite the goose bumps that pebbled under his gentle touch, she kept her bitch flag flying high and ignored it, fueling it to annoyance instead. “I said now,” she growled.

Charro’s mouth came back up to her ear and he nibbled her ear lobe. “And I said be still.”

“Dammit, Charro, get this shit off of me!” Now, she was going into a full-blown hissy fit and there wasn’t shit they could do or say to make her chill out.

“Unless you want your ass so red you think of how good we fucked you for a week every time you sit, I said be fucking still.” Charro wound his hand in her hair and pulled her head to the side, kissing and licking her neck. It felt amazing of course, and because they were showing a softer side, she felt somewhat guilty for being a bitch but she wasn’t comfortable with being restrained. Not after her past.

“And unless you want to carry your nuts around in a pretty pink purse, I said get this shit the fuck off of me,” Rain roared. She heard Knight chuckle and wanted to hurt him. There wasn’t anything funny about this in any way. Charro bit down on the tender flesh in the crook of her neck, sending shock waves straight to her cunt. She felt herself get wet and fought the idea that maybe this was a turn-on. His tongue traced the mark softly, easing the sting. Every touch and caress was soft and sensual. Little by little she settled and began to enjoy it, although there was no way in hell she’d tell either that.

Up until this point, Knight hadn’t spoken. So naturally when he did speak, it startled her more than his words. “Get her naked and spread out for me. I want to see all of her.”

“So do I,” Charro began unbuttoning her jeans and dropped them to her knees, restricting her even more. Instead of him taking her boots off first, he left her fully exposed, pantyless, and wet while he took his time unlacing her boots and pulling them off. She stepped to shimmy out of her jeans but Knight stopped her.

“Leave those where they are for now, baby.” Knight was still bossy but he’d softened his words and showed more affection so far than he ever had with her. That had her feeling the weight of their efforts, and against everything that screamed in her brain for it to stop, so she didn’t fight it. She felt a tongue licking up and down her mound, it taking its time to find the target. When he did finally get around to touching her clit, her pussy was so wet she felt it drenching the inside of her thighs. With her hands behind her back, she couldn’t grab the back of his head to pull him to her, so she arched in attempts for more. A loud smack echoed around them and the sting on her ass had her jumping.

“What the hell!” she yelled. The sting heated and once again only amplified her arousal.

“Mmm, I can smell your sweet cream, Rain. You like getting that pretty ass spanked, don’t you?”

“What? No. That’s ridiculous.” He smacked her again, this time harder. Just as last time and all the times before, her pussy clenched.

“Don’t lie to me. I can see your juices dripping out of you, Rain. So, once again, you like it, don’t you?” Her lips pressed together in a thin line, and he smiled to Charro. Charro nodded and Knight peppered her ass, alternating between cheeks and careful not to hit the same place twice. She twisted and tried to move away, but by the fifth smack, she was moving toward him instead.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Good girl.” He landed three more and stopped. “Get those jeans off.” He was still being bossy as the norm, but it didn’t annoy her like it did the other times. She stepped out of them, noting how he held her tight so she wouldn’t topple over. Charro’s hands went up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra, slipping it down her arms along with her t-shirt. When he had it most of the way off, he slipped it over her head and left it dangling on her bound wrists.

“Mmm,” Knight hummed in approval. Charro’s hands came from behind her and cupped each breast, his fingers going directly to her nipples, pinching down on them simultaneously.

“Aaah,” she moaned, her back arching her tits into his hands.

“That’s a good girl,” Knight said, sliding three fingers into her soaking pussy. She gasped, her stance involuntarily widening. Charro’s lips came back to her neck and he licked, biting down the same time he tweaked both nipples.

“Let’s get you to the bed,” he whispered against her heated skin. She nodded, no longer remembering why she’d been pissed or minded that two of her senses had been taken away because her other senses were heightened that much more. All she wanted was them, now, and however they’d give it to her.

“Please,” she whispered back. That one soft word had both men grabbing their crotch to adjust. Knight shook his head and unfastened his jeans, quickly removing them and his boots before he followed Charro to the bed.

“Chest on the bed, ass in the air, baby.” He lifted her and placed her in the middle of the bed, helping her get in to position. “Now that is fucking hot.”

“Christ, look at that. Your pink pussy is plump and ready, your ass a gorgeous shade of pink, and seeing you in that position, giving us your trust is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Knight’s voice had went raspy. She felt the bed dip and wondered who it was, but the moment Knight’s hands came down on her skin, grazing up and down her back and over her tender ass, she knew.

“Knight,” she pleaded.

“Right here, baby.” He rubbed the length of her body, watching in amazement as she responded so well to their treatment. She felt Charro come up behind her and another set of hands on her, focusing in on her wet sex. While one hand rubbed the inner crease of her thighs along the outer edges of her cunt, the other went straight to her clit. Feeling him touch her from the outside, pushing in on her pussy and the intense sensations he created on her clit had her mounting toward orgasm faster than she’d ever had before. That warm tingle started in her belly and worked its way outward, bringing on an urgency she couldn’t handle.

“Charro, please,” she begged. He rewarded her with a finger in her cunt, but not for long. She sighed when he pulled it out of her and was about to do whatever it took to get it back when he pushed the huge head of his dick in all the way to his balls. She was so sopping wet it didn’t hurt and took little effort for him to push through her tightness. “Yes!” she wailed, followed by a moan.

“Your pussy is so hot wrapped around my dick. It feels so damn good,” he said, his hands rubbing over her ass as he slowly stroked in and out of her.