Page 31 of Covert
Nikki's door is open by a few inches; the crappy plywood door is splintered around the lock. It's a flimsy door and a flimsy lock. Nodeadbolt. A wave of rage rolls through me at how unprotected our girl has been.
Even if our relationship status is confusing and vague, she's become a friend, a sort of shop mascot. She's become ours.
We clear the small apartment in three minutes, considering it's an efficiency and there's nowhere for anyone to hide. Her cabinets have been emptied, and ramen packets and crackers have been thrown carelessly on the floor and stomped on.
There are crumbs everywhere. Her threadbare couch cushions have been tossed on the floor. Whether she had anything to steal or not, whoever broke in was looking for something. Or here to cause maximum damage.
"Go get her and bring her here," I tell Axel, who simply nods before retreating. I look around her crappy apartment. She has a worn couch, but no TV, no dining room table. Even her bed is a bare mattress on the floor with a single, thin sheet.
By the door is a large backpacking bag, packed as if she's preparing to run at any moment. Whoever is looking for her terrifies her. And that pisses me off.
A few moments later, Nikki shuffles through the door as if her feet are too heavy to move. Axel places his hand on her lower back and ushers her inside. She peers around, as if someone is going to jump out at her from a corner. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her midsection, as if comforting herself. I fucking hate everything about it.
I wrap my large hand around the back of her neck and pull her to my chest, hoping to calm her.
"Is anything missing?"
She looks around and shakes her head 'no'. I want to shake her, to shout at her, to demand answers. But not here. If the people looking for her did this, they might be watching the apartment.
"Grab your things, you're coming with us."
She walks to her mattress, pulls out a dagger-looking thing and a bright pink vibrator from under her pillow.
Axel chokes on his tongue a little while Beckett's face heats, and he looks away. She tucks both into her bag and pulls the drawstring closed before Beckett steps up and picks it up for her. The thing is almost as big as she is, and apparently, everything she owns is already packed up in it.
We glance up and down the street before walking out to our bikes.
"Leave your car. It'll make them think you're home."
She nods, her mind still blank with fear. Beckett slings both straps of her bag over his shoulder.
"You'll ride with me."
I mount my bike and hand her the extra helmet. She puts it on quickly. I hold my hand out for her to take to steady herself while she hops on behind me. It's been so long since I've had a sexy little backpack, I suck in a breath in anticipation. My sweet girl rests one hand on my bicep as she throws her thigh over my bike and settles into the seat. I kick the kickstand up and rev the engine.
I grab her hands and wrap them around me, giving her permission to touch me. I may not enjoy being vulnerable, but this silent plea for her to trust me, to touch me, to let me take care of her is something I can do.
She seems to melt into my back as I rev the engine and begin to hit the road. As we take off, Beckett and Axel follow. We're going home.We'll reschedule any appointments we have. We need to get her somewhere safe, settled, calmer, and convince her to move in with us.
I take a moment to appreciate the set of precious tits pressed into my back as I drive, but it's not enough. I admonish myself for not realizing before that she was living in a shithole and driving a death trap. I can imagine the type of man her landlord must be. I recall the look of complete fear and helplessness in her eyes when we pulled up. Since the talk, none of us has made a move. It's like we're all afraid to burst the perfect little bubble we've made for ourselves. But she's our girl, goddamnit, and we failed to protect her. That changes today.
I want to distract her from her fear since we can't have that conversation yet. I don't want her driving all the way home, still afraid.
At the next red light, I reach behind me and grab each side of her hips. I tip her pelvis forward until I hear a tiny gasp in my headset. I want her clit to hit the vibration of the bike, and her gasp lets me know she's there. I turn so she can see me and tap near my ear on the helmet, then put a single finger in front of my helmet, letting her know that Axel and Beckett can hear her too, so she needs to be quiet.
She leans her head and helmet against my back and nods. I can hear her breathing in my headset deepen and get raspier. I smile. Turned on is better than terrified. I'm tense - every muscle in my body is tuned to hers. I wish I could see her face, touch her myself, watch her fall apart on my fingers and mouth and cock. But in the meantime, there's nothing like the vibration of my engine as foreplay.
Her breathing deepens and gets louder. I can feel her tits pressing harder against my back, and her breathing increases. Her fingers bunch the front of my jacket in her tight little fists. The light turns green, and I rev the engine, eliciting a little squeak out of her. I canhear my deep chuckle in my headset as well. Axel slides up next to us and looks over. I can't see his expression through his full helmet because his visor's down, but the tilt of his head lets me know he's wondering what's going on. Nikki starts to roll her hips, seeking friction and release. Axel's head twitches back and notices her movement. When he realizes what's happening, he lifts his gaze to the sky and adjusts himself in his pants.
"You gonna come for us, pretty girl?" he growls into his headset. "You gonna ride Mad's bike and come all over the seat?"
She whimpers a pathetic, breathy little sound. Her tiny fists ball up my shirt tightly.
Beckett roars up to the other side of us, now studying Nikki on the back of my bike. I signal a left-hand turn and take it without slowing down. I'm taking the long way home. I need to hear her come apart on my bike more than I've needed anything else.
"Don't hold back on us, now, pretty girl. Let Beckett hear how pretty you sound when you come," Axel growls.
She's breathing even faster now. Her arms and hands grip me desperately. She's almost there. I give her one more hard rev of the engine before she's whining her release. It's somehow both pornographic and innocent. Sexy and sweet. I want her underneath me, shouting my name, but this delicate, feminine little moan has me rock hard. I can only imagine how wet her panties are, and if she's soaked my seat.
