He seemed to consider it for a minute, and then his face broke into a leering grin. "I like that fucking idea, brother." He gave my shoulder a friendly pat. "I'll be back later." He walked away whistling.
I knocked on the bathroom door. "Open up, angel." I was surprised when Ginger opened the door almost immediately. She was hiding behind it, wrapped up tight in the sheet, and I took in the wet betrayal in her pretty blues. Fuck, she'd obviously overheard me talking to Rocky. As I stepped closer she flattened herself against the wall.
"I thought you were different," she started, huge, round tears finally spilling from her eyes. "But I heard you tell him that you would share me with him tonight." She bit down on her quivering bottom lip. "I'll kill myself before I let another man touch me."
Her passionate declaration scared the shit out of me, because I sensed that she meant what she said. She would try. I wanted to tell her that I was going to help her escape, but I couldn't jeopardize my position, so I let anger rule my response. "You think I'm going to be able to keep Wildman and his men from taking you?" I snapped, baring my teeth. I didn't want her to think that I was a good man, because I wasn't. I closed the distance between us, slamming my hands against the wall on either side of her head. "I'm one of his men, baby. I took your virginity. I'm no different from the rest of them." I slammed my mouth down on hers, taking her innocence all over again.
She fought me like a wildcat, yanking my hair in an attempt to pull me off of her. She shouldn’t have bit down on my lip, because the pain only turned me on. My dick stretched and hardened between us, and before long I was grinding it into her struggling body. Her whimpers echoed around us, sounding weak and pitiful against my groans. I caught both of her wrists and slammed her hands on the wall above her head. She bit my tongue, and I jerked back with a grunt.
"Don't make me hurt you," I snarled in a hard voice. I secured both wrists in one hand and reached for her sheet with the other. With one, violent tug she was naked. I had acted impulsively, I didn’t have a plan, but I was so fucking hard, and her fighting only increased my arousal. My blood was on fire for her, and I wanted to fucking own her.
I lowered my head and nipped, licked, and sucked at her swollen tits, stimulating her nipples into sweet, edible berries that tempted me to put my mouth on them. To savor them. As her body arched with eagerness, it was then that I realized that Ginger was no longer fighting me. I followed the enticing curves of her body down to her pussy and was just about to sink my fingers inside her wet heat when there was a knock at the door.
Fuck! I tensed and met the blue fire of arousal in Ginger's eyes. We were both breathing heavily, and I imagined that the stamp of hunger on her face was a reflection of what she was seeing on mine.
"Please don't share me," she pleaded.
"You in there, baby?"
Holding Ginger against the wall, I reached over and opened the door. The club whore came in, her gaze scanning the room until they stopped where Ginger and I were standing behind the door. Her expression turned bitchy.
"I thought you wanted to get rid of her," she sneered. She let her gaze drop to the outline of my hard dick. "Doesn't look that way to me."
I shrugged, giving her a grin. "What can I say, baby, I like pussy, and she's available. Doesn't mean I don't want yours later." That put the smile back on her face. She held out the clothes that were in her hands.
"I don't know why you want her to get dressed," the whore began, giving Ginger an unfriendly look. "I heard talk in the bar. The men are getting restless. Though I don't see why, she ain't nothing special."
"Thanks. I'll make it up to you."
She pressed her lips together and gave me an air kiss before she began to back out. "Oh, before I forget, Wildman's called church. He wants all his men present." She pulled the door closed behind her.
Fuck, this would be the first time I'd be attending one of his meetings. I'd spent six months picking up drunken comments and eavesdropping where I could. What amazed me was how much the whores knew, although anything serious seemed to be locked down tight. This could finally be my chance to give Stone something decent to work with.
I handed Ginger the clothes, a feeling of urgency coming over me. I needed to get out there fast. "Get dressed."
"Please don't let those other men touch me."
She was trembling badly, but in spite of that she managed to slip the tee over her head and pull on the jeans. I clenched my teeth, hating the frightened, vulnerable look in her pleading eyes. I wanted to alleviate her fears, fuck, I did, but there was a lot more at stake than her. I owed my loyalty to my club.
I ignored her comment, reached for her hand, and dragged her back to my room. Pausing by the door, I waited until she turned back to me. "Lock the door behind me and do not leave this room, you understand?"
She nodded, liquid glistening in her eyes. Fuck. Against my better judgment, I went to her. "I can't say any more right now, but I'm getting you out of here tonight." I regretted telling her the moment the words were out of my mouth, I should never have given her that much information, but I couldn't take it back now. I curled my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. "Okay?"
"Thank you." Her bottom lip quivered.
It took real effort for me to pull away from her. Christ. She was a complication that I didn't need.