Unbridled and Unjustified [The Double Rider Men's Club 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“Where are we going that won’t have a big group of law enforcement officers waiting to arrest me?”

“Colorado.”

“But I used to live just outside of Denver. Won’t they look for me there first?”

Declan shrugged. “Perhaps, but not the secret place that we’re taking you to.”

“And what is this
secret
place?”

A smile tugged at Troy’s mouth. “It’s called the Double Rider Men’s Club. It’s a sizable piece of privately owned land. But best of all, our friend Clay is there, and he will help us protect you.”

“A men’s club? Are you serious? Will I truly be out of harm’s way hiding behind the brass pole on a stripper stage?” She crossed her arms and huffed.

“It’s completely secure. Clay is our security guy for the club. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that his middle name is Protection. He keeps the property as well guarded as a clandestine military installation. No one will find you.”

Ava glanced at each of them looking for humor and found none. “Okay. Fine.” She fidgeted in her seat trying to get comfortable but ultimately couldn’t. Glancing down at Troy’s cup of coffee, Ava wondered why she didn’t get to have any. Not that she truly wanted any. It would certainly keep her up. But still, she pushed out a long frustrated sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

She turned sideways in the seat to face him. “Why did you only get two cups of coffee?”

His eyebrows narrowed slightly. “Because I didn’t want anyone to think there was more than just the two of us traveling together. But I’m happy to share mine. Have a sip if you’d like.”

“No. I really don’t want any.” She was being completely unreasonable, and she knew it. The events of the previous few hours were closing in on her. She’d shoved all her fear, anger, and frustration to the back burner of her mind earlier, but now she’d had some distance and the fury of her situation wouldn’t be held back any longer.

She tried to temper her feelings in front of Troy and Declan. They’d only tried to help her. They didn’t deserve her misguided wrath.

Declan pointed to the glove compartment. “Look inside there. The driver was supposed to leave some things for us.”

She popped it open and found a manila envelope. Inside was a one-inch stack of twenties and two cellular phones. “Only two phones?”

“Do you need to make a call?” Declan grabbed one and fiddled with it for a few minutes.

“Not necessarily, but Troy pulverized my phone in the Beverly’s Place parking lot.”

“We’ll share it.”

“I don’t get my own coffee
or
my own phone?” she asked heatedly.

Neither of them answered. She put her focus out the side passenger window into the darkness of the night. But the silence became unbearable. “Never mind,” she murmured, but the tremble in her voice betrayed the sadness she failed to control. “It doesn’t matter anyway.” Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to be weepy. She sniffed hard, tilted her head back, and blinked her unshed tears away.

“You should sleep,” Declan said quietly. “As a matter of fact, why don’t you crawl into the third-row seating behind me and get some rest. It’ll do you good.”

“Fine.” Ava unbuckled her seat belt. “Guess you don’t need me up here in the front seat anyway,” she muttered.

Declan stopped her as she carefully crawled between the bucket seats. She seated herself next to him in the second row. He reached out and stroked her face gently with his fingertips. “Don’t be upset, Ava.”

“I’m trying not to be, but truth be told, I’m tired and possibly a little cranky,” she admitted.

“Well, I’d be worse than cranky after all you’ve been through.” She reached out and placed her hand on the center of his muscular chest. Damn, he smelled great even after all the running around tonight. Maybe a kiss would make her feel better.

She shifted. He pulled away as if to give her room to move into the third row, but instead, she settled her knees on either side of Declan’s lap. She pressed forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I might know a way that you can help change my poor attitude.” She ground her hips down against his lap and felt something hard and satisfying begin to stir.

“Do tell. I’m delighted to help in any way I can to improve your overall feelings.”

Ava pushed her mouth into his for a sultry slow kiss. She tasted coffee as her tongue slipped between his lips for a more involved kiss. She ground herself against his growing cock, enjoying the power of making him want her.

Moments later, Declan had his tongue halfway down her throat, with both hands on her breasts teasing her nipples. His cock felt like a baseball bat jammed against her pussy lips, protected only by their clothing. Her clit throbbed to life, wanting more. She moaned as her libido woke up and started begging for relief.

From the front seat, Troy said, “I’ll trade you my cup of coffee for a kiss like that.”

Declan pulled his lips from her mouth. “Keep your eyes on the road, Hot Rod. It’s my turn to make out with Ava in the backseat.”

He locked his lips to hers and didn’t come up for air for several minutes.

“Charlene. You know seeing you with other men makes me crazy,” Troy growled from the front seat, but then started laughing.

“Who’s Charlene?” Declan’s confusion made Ava smile.

“That was my cover identity when we were in the truck stop diner.” Ava kissed Declan so as not to lose the mood.

“You don’t look like a Charlene,” he whispered.

“I’ll be whoever you want me to be. Just take me.” Ava tilted her hips and moved her crotch against Declan’s cock. Each brush put her closer and closer to release. He returned the kiss with a more volcanic version.

They moved against each other carefully as the kiss escalated. Ava could barely catch her breath, she was so turned on. She pulled her mouth from his slowly. “We need to take some clothes off. And your cock needs to be buried deeply inside of me.” Placing her mouth on his again, she resumed the kiss.

It wasn’t long before he stilled. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you aren’t in the mood. I can feel that you are.” She moved her hand between them and grabbed his cock.

He groaned as she stroked him. “Unfortunately, I don’t have any more condoms left in my wallet.”

Ava’s hand stopped teasing his wide, hard cock. Her libido raged at the unfairness. No coffee. No cell phone. And now, no sex. She put both hands to her face and tried not to cry. “That’s so unfortunate,” she said, hidden behind her fingers.

He pulled her hands away from her face and kissed the tips of each finger. She stared deeply into Declan’s equally frustrated gaze.

His expression soon softened. “I could still change your attitude. You did promise me some foreplay next time.”

She appreciated his willingness to bring her off, but Ava wanted sex. Not only that, she wanted dirty, backseat, cock pounding deeply inside her pussy as she screamed encouragement sex, not a substitute. Or any foreplay not resulting in what she craved.

Troy cleared his throat. “What if I told you that instead of snacks, I bought a box of condoms with the coffee?”

Ava twisted her head around and caught Troy’s intent gaze in the rearview mirror. Guided by her wicked libido, she said, “If that’s true, then I’ll give you a blow job as a reward just as soon as you’re not driving.”

“Awesome. Here you go.” He lifted the small paper bag from between the front seats and handed it to her as she lifted off of Declan. Ava grabbed the sack, retrieved the condom box, snagged a square before Declan unfastened his seat belt, and got his pants undone. She carefully rolled the condom over his huge cock before quickly shimmying out of her clothing.

Naked below the waist, Ava straddled Declan’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She carefully aligned her pussy lips over the tip of his cock and sank down slowly. His wide, satisfying, grizzly-bear-sized cock invaded her slick pussy inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated. She wanted to sing. Her head tilted back in bliss, and she sighed. Without even moving, Declan felt amazingly good stuffed tightly inside her pussy. After getting used to his immense cock filling her up, she began to move up and down, languorously enjoying each teasing withdrawal and most especially every subsequent penetration. The sway of the moving vehicle added to the enjoyment of their dangerous lovemaking.

“Lift your shirt up.” Declan’s low-toned demand sent a thrill up her spine.

She pulled her shirt off completely and opened her bra, pulling the cups away to reveal her pert-tipped breasts. His head bent forward, and his mouth landed on one nipple. The sudden pull of his lips sent a spiral of delight straight to her pussy. His continued sucking was almost enough to make her climax. She resumed moving up and down on his cock without the conscious thought to do so, but her head was too close to the ceiling.

Declan saw the problem immediately. He wrapped his arms around her back and twisted them so that she was now facing the ceiling instead of bumping her head on it. His cock hadn’t dislodged from her pussy in the change of position. And in fact, the moment her shoulder blades hit the seat, he thrust his cock inside even deeper. A pulse of arousal flooded her pussy, making her even wetter than she already was. She groaned her approval, widened her legs, and waited for him to fuck her hard and fast the way she liked it. She wasn’t disappointed.

His lips landed on her mouth, and he licked his way inside to tangle with her tongue. His arm was secured tightly around her waist, making his ability to thrust deep and hard even easier. And he did thrust deeper and harder. Over and over, Declan pumped in and out of her slick pussy as if the resulting friction alone would make them both climax. Perhaps it would. She expected him to climax any second, but he just kept up the tantalizing thrusts as if he could last all night.

She hoped so, because she was on the ragged edge of release. She wanted it. Each push of his thick, long cock brushed a teasing path of pressure across her clit.

Ava’s eyes practically rolled back in her head with acute pleasure with each thrust as Declan pounded his cock deeply inside her body again and again. The sounds of the road, the slight swaying of the vehicle, and the knowledge that Troy was listening to them fuck were a superb backdrop to their frenzied sex and only added to the exhilarating experience. They still kissed each other furiously, hard and fast like they couldn’t get enough. Declan kissed her as hard as he fucked her. Suddenly, he wedged his free hand between them and stroked her clit. His mere touch sent her arousal to the maximum.

Two flicks of his finger later, Ava came apart, broke the kiss, and shrieked her lungs out. Declan pulled his hand from between their bodies, but didn’t stop moving his cock. If anything, his thrusts intensified. Her pussy gushed with slick heat all around his cock each time he pushed deeper and harder, over and over. It was a wonder the seat cushions could take the duress. The gratified inner walls of her pussy clamped on his huge cock repeatedly as waves of pleasure rolled across her satiated body.

Declan stiffened suddenly and practically growled his release against her throat. He thrust deeply several more times before collapsing against her. She felt his heart pounding against her chest. In the aftermath, they both panted, sweating and limp from the amazing sex. Turning her head, she saw the back of Troy’s seat. Her pussy clenched a few times at the idea that she’d promised him a blow job. Declan groaned.

From the front she heard Troy say, “You two steamed up my windows.” Ava glanced at the rear windows and noticed they were indeed all steamed up. “But that’s okay, because in seventeen miles is a rest area, and it will be Declan’s turn to drive.”

* * * *

Clay had been awake for almost twenty-four hours straight when the call came in from his good friend Jimmy in Arkansas. Jimmy reported that he’d dropped the minivan off without a hitch and checked the diner parking lot later to ensure it was gone.

He also reported that the sheriff had already found Declan’s SUV at the truck stop diner. And that it had been towed away and probably impounded. Unfortunately, Jimmy didn’t know where the vehicle was at the moment. It was a worry Clay planned to save for another time. Likely the authorities had already identified that Declan had rented the vehicle in Little Rock. So they had his name, which was now connected to Ava’s name after the sheriff reported he’d seen a woman “fitting the description” of the warrant with a man describing Declan to a T alongside an old highway not far from her home.

In light of her home being destroyed earlier in the evening by an explosion, there was lots of speculation with the local late-night press as to her whereabouts and if Declan was her hostage or her accomplice. The situation was really getting out of hand.

Jake Salerno, his new partner at the DRMC, came in a few minutes later. “What’s up, buddy? You sounded grouchy on the phone.”

“Searching for the woman in the photo has suddenly created a shitstorm of problems. Now you get to help me fix it.”

“Why? What happened? Did they find her? Is Sasha alive?”

“Unfortunately, no. Sasha, to the best of my knowledge, is not alive. And I’m sorry for that.” Clay gave him an update on everything that had happened since the night before. From identifying Ava Campbell as the woman in the picture to the fact that she was now on the run for her life with Declan and Troy. And the added complication of a bogus bench warrant for her arrest directly after her home exploded and their vow to run and escape any further assassination attempts.