Three Ruthless Bikers : One Temptation

Chapter two : The third biker

LENA'S POV

" Take her to the basement," Ghost ordered. "And someone get me a price on how much that dress is worth.

We might need to sell it to pay for the trouble she just brought to our door."

Ghost's voice followed us across the courtyard like a warning.

I walked beside Axel trying to keep my breathing even. The men around us had gone back to their business but I could still feel eyes on me, On the dress, On the bare bleeding feet leaving small prints on the concrete.

Axel pushed open the main building door and held it without looking at me. "Watch your step."

The hallway inside was narrow and dim. Music from somewhere above us. Low voices behind closed doors. The whole place smelled like leather and cigarette smoke and something underneath that I couldn't name.

Axel led me down a short staircase to a door at the end of a corridor.

He grabbed the handle and pushed it open.

And then stopped walking completely.

I looked past his shoulder and my brain took a second to process what I was seeing.

A girl, Dark hair spread across the pillow, head thrown back, lips parted around a sound that made my face go hot. She was moaning so loud and above her, a man I had never seen before. Tall, broad, tattoos running the length of his back, moving like he had absolutely nowhere else to be and no intention of rushing. He was f*****g her slow and steady and yeah it felt like he was f*****g me.

I wouldn't lie though, I became wet instantly and I wished that nine inches d**k was inside me.

I took a step back.

Axel didn't even flinch. "Rook."

The man didn't stop. "Give me a minute."

"Rook." Axel's voice carried a warning this time.

"I said give me a minute Axel." His voice came out low and rough and irritated, like a man who did not appreciate being interrupted at any point but especially not now. The girl beneath him made a sound and he said something to her too quiet for me to catch and she arched up and I absolutely should have looked away.

I didn't.

Then from somewhere down the corridor, a voice that cut through everything like a blade.

"ROOK."

Ghost.

One word. That was all it took.

The room went still.

Rook stopped moving. I heard him exhale, slow and controlled, like a man swallowing something he'd rather spit out. The girl made a small frustrated sound. He said something to her low enough that I couldn't hear it and then he was moving, rolling away, grabbing the black t-shirt from the floor beside the bed.

He pulled it over his head and stood up.

He was even bigger standing. Wide shoulders, jaw like concrete, dark eyes that were currently doing something cold and unhappy. He picked up his cut from the chair and shrugged it on and then he turned toward the door.

Toward me.

He stopped.

He looked at me the way you look at something unexpected. Not angry. Not embarrassed. Just still. Assessing. His eyes moved over my face slowly and something shifted in them that I couldn't read.

I didn't look away.

I don't know why. Every sensible instinct I had said drop your eyes, step back, make yourself small. But I had been making myself small my whole life and look where that had gotten me.

So I looked back.

Something moved in his jaw. Not quite a smile. Not quite anything I had a name for.

Then he walked past me into the corridor without a word.

Behind him the girl sat up, pushed her hair back, and looked at me with an expression that was equal parts annoyed and curious. "Who are you?"

"Nobody," I said.

She didn't look convinced but she didn't push it either.

Axel cleared his throat. "So. Different room."

"Please," I said.

He took me two doors down to a room that was empty and considerably less complicated. Small bed, lamp, bathroom behind a wooden door. He set me up with sheets from a cupboard in the hall and found a first aid kit without being asked.

He sat on the edge of the bed and cleaned my feet without making a thing of it. His hands were careful. Quieter than the rest of him.

"Who is he?" I asked.

Axel didn't pretend not to know who I meant. "Rook. He's been with the club six years. Ghost's right hand when it matters."

"He didn't seem happy to be interrupted."

"Rook's never happy about anything," Axel said. "Don't take it personally."

"He looked at me like he was deciding something."

Axel glanced up. Something passed through his expression too quick to catch. "Yeah," he said. "He does that."

He finished with my feet and snapped the kit shut and stood up. Looked around the room once like he was checking something off a list.

"Get some sleep," he said. "Ghost will want to talk to you in the morning."

"About what?"

"About why he let you through the gate." He moved toward the door. "Ghost doesn't do anything for free Lena. Remember that."

He pulled the door shut behind him.

I sat in the quiet and turned that over in my mind.

Ghost doesn't do anything for free.

I looked down at my hands in my lap. At the finger that had been wearing Edmund's ring for approximately four minutes before I pulled it off and left it on the altar floor.

I had run from one man who wanted something from me straight into a compound full of them.

The difference was these men hadn't pretended it was love.

Somehow that felt more honest than anything Edmund had ever said to me.

I turned off the lamp and lay in the dark and listened to the compound settle around me. Boots on floors above. A door. Distant voices.

Then footsteps in the corridor outside my door that stopped.

Just stopped then I started hearing two people kissing so hard.

Next thing I heard was the same girl moaning loudly again and this time she was shouting and screaming rook's name

And this time I could hear slap of skins and heavy breathings.

I stared at the ceiling and held my breath and started thinking and imagining things I wasn't supposed to.