“Disclaimer: This is a work of my own imagination.

Author’s Note: Title basically sums it up, I guess. There are 12 chapters total, posted in 3 sets of four. Hope you enjoy.”

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Chapter 1:

“No!” twenty-two year old slim, petite and quite attractive Lana Stewart cried as she heard a loud crash come from under her car before it began to buck suddenly on her way home from work.

She managed to keep control of her car as she pulled over and got it to stop without hurting herself or anyone else.

Lana was not entirely out in the middle of nowhere, but at 10 P.M. when she couldn’t remember the last time she saw another car on the road, she felt she may as well be.

She picked up her cell phone and wanted to throw it against the windshield when she saw that she could not even get a partial signal.

“No car, no phone and no one on the road,” Lana said to herself as she took inventory. ‘Looks like I’m walking,’ she added mentally as she ran a hand through her long dark waves of hair.

She walked for several long minutes, unsure of just how long or how far when she came upon a bar, She could see the long line of motorcycles out front as well as a number of drunken, black leather clad bikers headed towards a few.

‘At least they’ll have a phone,’ she thought.

From the instant she walked in it was no mystery just where she was. It was a biker bar and from the look of the patrons, not one was a poser.

“Do you have a phone I could use?” Lana asked the bartender.

“No phones for miles, girly,” he told her. “Most of the people here don’t wanna be bothered and there’s little that’s more irritatin’ than a ringin’ phone.”

“Thanks,” she muttered as she turned to head back.

But before she could get more than a step beyond, a large, round and black leather clad man who reeked of booze, smoke and she didn’t want to guess what else, slid his thick, slimy arm around her slim waist and told her, “Lookin’ for a phone, cutie? I got one for ya.”

As politely as she could, Lana moved to get out of his grip, but he only hung on tighter. “Let go of me,” she ordered through mostly clenched teeth.

“Not until you give me a little something,” he told her, his hot, rancid breath falling over her slim, pale face.

But before either of them could say another word, another black leather clad man walked up and moved the man holding onto Lana several steps back by taking hold of no more than his coat collar.

This one was tall and muscular as opposed to short and round with strength. Their weight may have been around the same, but it was clear who wore it much better and could easily prove his was muscle.

In the man’s surprise, Lana was freed and quickly moved to leave the bar, only to be taken hold of again. This time by the new, late twenty-something and much more attractive biker who had just appeared.

“Keep your grimy hands off my girl!” he fired, his voice about an octave or two higher and less rugged than the others she had heard when she came in. And she couldn’t help but find herself a little attracted despite how he was holding onto her.

‘At least he smells better,’ Lana couldn’t help but think. He smelled of leather and the crisp night air and though it was not often she inhaled a man’s scent, this one was causing her to make an exception.

“Sorry, Jas, didn’t know,” the man said quickly before he disappeared.

“Come with me,” the muscular, 5′11, long haired brunette man told her softly as he walked her over to a table in the back of the crowded bar.

Lana didn’t want to, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to let go of her yet, though she was thankful that he wasn’t hurting her. “What do you want with me?” she asked.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” he asked.

She just shook her head in reply as she took in the sight of him again. He had a short, dark beard, but she could still mostly make out his slim and lightly tanned face. His incredible brown orbs, soft cupid bow lips and hardly a line on his handsome face, all seemingly completely contradictory of his supposed rugged image.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me,” he assured as he glanced around the bar.

“How can I be so sure?”

“They know me here. I say you’re mine and they won’t touch you. But if you’re on your own, you might end up dead in a matter of hours, or worse.”

“Who are you?”

“Jas is the only name you need to know. It’s how they know me. What’s your name?”

“Lana,” she answered. She paused for a moment and asked, “You keep saying they know you. How do they know you?”

“Let’s just say I don’t always have the greatest temper and more than a few fighting skills I’ve put to use in this place, among others, and by now they know not one of them could take me.”

“Fists of steel and rings to match,” she stated as she looked to his slightly scraped knuckles and large, sharp edged silver rings he wore on his thumbs and index and middle fingers. As well as the single, small silver hoop earrings he wore in each ear.

She managed to temporarily tear her attention away from him seconds later as she felt herself growing increasingly warmer.

“They help,” he said with a sigh as he looked to his strong hands briefly before looking back to her. “So, what’s an innocent looking young girl like you doing in this place?” It wasn’t a pick up line, he just couldn’t figure it out. And though it was the last thing he currently wanted, he was finding an interest in the young woman in return.

“My car broke down a few miles from here,” she told him.

“You’d never know it,” he said with a very slight smile, almost too slight to make out, as he looked her black and white work clothes over and noticed that she was barely sweating despite the crowd and her walk.

“Thanks,” she said with her own barely there smile.

“Shit,” he said suddenly as he looked to a few very large men coming into the bar.

“What?” Lana asked as she began to turn to see for herself.

“Don’t look,” Jas said just as suddenly. “These guys have been after me for a while. If they see you with me, they’ll kill you.”

“Should I go?” she asked.

Jas was just about to answer, but just then he saw another few of the large men come into the bar and he then took Lana’s hand quickly. “You had your chance,” he told her.

“Where -?” she tried to ask, but by now he had her running out through the back door around to the front and lifted her onto the back of his motorcycle before he started it.

Lana held tightly onto him as he drove. It wasn’t her first time on a motorcycle, but never had she been on one doing at least seventy miles an hour down a deserted, darkened road.

“Their leader and I got into it one night, he died, now they want me dead,” he told her, having to shout over the motor.

She didn’t respond there. She felt he had said enough, but she couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking her. Or what else he had in mind for her.

‘You’re safe with me,’ were the words repeating in her mind. She wanted to believe them. But what was his definition of safe? She almost shuddered to think as violent images came into her mind.

“I’m sorry about this,” he said once they had pulled off into a motel lot. “I hadn’t planned on having company. But since they saw you with me, you’re gonna be a lot safer if you don’t leave.”

“What do you mean I’m safe with you?” she asked, slight fear present in her voice. She couldn’t help it. She had been close to this type of situation a number of times before, always able to protect herself before, but this time she wasn’t sure if she could do it again.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said as his dark eyes met hers. “I’m not like them. I may look it and there may be times I act like it, but that’s not me.”

His reassurance began to work on Lana and she followed him into his room. He hadn’t been lying about not expecting company as Lana could see a number of his clothes seemingly strewn across the room, his leather jacket soon joining a pile at the foot of the bed as he shrugged it off.

“I’m sure it’s not what you’re used to, but make yourself at home,” he said as he disappeared into the bathroom.

She took a seat on the bed and let her eyes scan the small room as she heard the water come on in the shower. His dark clothes seemed to be all around, but that was all she saw. Not even a helmet for his bike.

At the same time she found herself relieved when she realized he didn’t have any weapons out. That if he had them they were in the next room with him or at least somewhere else. His words may have been soothing, but that was what was really helping her to relax.

“Ready for bed?” he asked about ten minutes later when he came out of the bathroom in a pair of tight jeans and a short sleeved black t-shirt while he brought a towel to his long dark waves.

‘His arms are huge!’ she marveled mentally. “Yeah,” she said in a slightly strained tone from the amazement of his appearance that his leather jacket had mostly hidden.

She was only finding him more attractive by the minute it seemed, but she had to correct herself about one thing. His biceps were on the larger side and very well defined, but it wasn’t as though he was a body builder. But she would not have been surprised to find out that he had been at least a semi-professional fighter.

Catching her in her stare, Jas just shot her a knowing smile, finding himself looking her over again as well.

Despite her embarrassment, Lana still could not look away as she now took in the sight of how his shirt was clinging to his abs and pectorals beneath.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his smile still spread across his handsome face as he tossed the towel over to a chair.

“I could ask the same of you,” she replied through her growing embarrassment, an amused smile now tugging at her soft, slightly pouted lips.

“All right, if you want to get changed, I’m sure I could find something for you to wear to bed,” he told her as his eyes scanned the room.

“I’m okay like this,” she said as she pulled her long sleeved white satin shirt off, revealing her white tank top beneath. Her boots and socks were next before she laid down, still leaving her black pants, white tank top and bra on.

“This wasn’t how you saw your day ending, was it?” he asked as he turned out the lamp and laid down beside her.

“Not in the least,” she told him as she looked ahead into his incredible brown orbs, truly seeing them up close despite the darkness of the room. “But it sure beats going home alone to an empty apartment again, just going through the motions like I’ve done every day for the past however many years.”

“Glad to know I’ve been a nice distraction,” he said, finally giving her a real smile.

At that smile on those perfect cupid bow lips, Lana could not resist any longer. Being inches from them, within seconds she claimed his lips in an intense kiss. She didn’t know why, but she had to have him. And she had to have him right then and there!

Jas didn’t protest, instead he kissed her back just as fiercely. His questing tongue slipping quickly passed her lips and teeth before reaching her own, realizing she was willing to let him take control.

But not for long as Lana’s tongue soon began to duel his while their bodies moved closer to each other. Lana now easily feeling his hardening bulge as her breasts pressed into his firm chest.

Her hands soon moved to his belt between them and began to almost claw at it to unfasten it as quickly as possible, still never breaking their heated kiss as their tongues began to slip a little deeper into their mouths.

It was Jas who broke their kiss to practically tear her tank top and bra from her slim frame, his strong hands venturing downwards to her pants next.

Lana rolled over to her back to make it easier for them both. “Get me out of these,” she breathed as he soon moved above her lower half and stripped it bare, leaving her clothes in a heap by the bed while her hands ran through his dark waves before tugging at the black material separating his heated chest from hers.

This time it was Jas’ turn to feel his shirt ripped from him, almost literally, as Lana brought her slender hands up and lifted it quickly from him, adding it to the growing pile.

At seeing his chiseled, lightly bronzed torso, she couldn’t help but rake her nails gently down its length, feeling each and every steel-like muscle beneath his smooth, increasingly feverish skin. And she couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of his nipples being as hard as hers at the sensation.

“I never would’ve expected this from you, Lana,” Jas breathed as Lana’s hands moved to his jeans to help him out of them. “When I saw you -”

“I’m not usually like this, but there’s something about you,” she breathed in reply as she could feel his long, slender pole jutting towards her once his jeans had been lowered enough before he managed to slip them off entirely, the thick denim material the last to fall as he wasn’t wearing anything beneath.

Jas smiled in reply and moved his hands to her naturally large swells, his fingertips circling her rosy areolas as her small buds continued to strain. His mouth trailing kisses down from her smooth throat to the center divide between her breasts and lower still to the flat of her stomach before he trailed his tongue down to her heated core.

Lana gasped sharply as he began to apply slight pressure to her nearly pebble hard clit, soon nipping lightly with his teeth. His strong hands increased their grip at her needful globes, but not enough to hurt her. His hot tongue had combed through her dark curls and was now circling her swell and her body was writhing in its molten delight.

Now tasting this seemingly innocent beauty, Jas could feel his hard cock twitch with each flick of his tongue and at each moan his lover made. At this point he couldn’t tell how long she would last, but he knew he would be ready to take her the moment she was ready for him to.

Jas’ hands soon began to lower as he moved his tall, muscular frame back up her body’s length. Caressing her sides first, then the sides of her waist before he put his left hand to her right hip and lowered his right to her hot and juicing folds, her body growing increasingly ready to welcome him.

As Lana’s lips were soon covered by Jas’ again, she could taste herself on his whole mouth and it aroused her to no end. To know that his incredible mouth had been against her most sensitive point. His tongue having been a hair’s breath from being inside her. His rock solid dick would have to be next!

While their kiss began to grow even deeper, Lana was still feeling his body moving ever so slightly, yet so solidly above her as she felt two of his fingers slide slowly into her while his thumb rubbed her swell intently.

She could almost feel her body melting into the mattress beneath her under his weight, but as long as he didn’t stop, she didn’t care if she sank through it.

She soon gasped again, a moan displaying her indescribable pleasure immediately following as he thrust his fingers into her, her hips bucking towards his hand in reply.

At each snap of her lower half towards him, feeling his fingers already coated in her thick nectar and feeling how ready and how close she was, Jas knew he couldn’t wait any longer. She was as ready as he was and there was no denying it now.

Lana’s hands had moved to the headboard behind her, her knuckles nearly white as her senses threatened to send themselves into overdrive.

Jas soon took his hand back, hearing a soft, disappointed sigh come from Lana as she felt his digits slide out. As he moved above her again, he made a slight show of licking his fingers clean before he brought his lips to her neck while he moved his lower half between her parted legs.

“Take me, Jas,” her tone bordering on pleading.

He took his lips from her again and smiled as he looked down upon her as he was already unable to form anything remotely resembling actual words. Though hers were all he needed to hear. Her moans and gasps had already been music to his ears and had worked wonders on his own senses.

Jas took his long, slender and now throbbing rod into his fist and as he began to kiss her again, slowly and carefully pushed himself into her eagerly awaiting snatch, his shoulder length dark waves mingling with hers as he hovered above her.

They both sighed in relief at this moment having finally arrived, taking a few moments just to savor it as they could both feel him filling her.

Jas groaned pleasantly as her walls accepted him and pulled him in deeper. She was squeezing him so tight that he knew it wouldn’t be long, but it was clear she would come first and he wanted it to be everything she was hoping for.

Lana moaned as he finally began to thrust into her. Now her hands were at his wide, squared shoulders, clinging to him as gently as she could. But he was hitting each and every point in her velvety depths that were pushing her closer each time he pulled almost all the way out and virtually slammed into her again and again.

Jas’ hands had traveled to her hips again, helping to steady her as their pace continued to increase. Her hips were leaving the mattress at each thrust to meet his, the loud slapping of their wet flesh only capable of being even partially masked by their quickly amplifying rapturous moans and groans.

It wasn’t too much longer before the both felt Lana’s walls beginning to flutter and her muscles coiling in preparation for what was sure to be one of her greatest orgasms ever.

Jas continued to thrust himself into her again and again, knowing she was just on the edge. He fought to keep their kiss, but as their moans and gasps were coming quicker, lasting longer and growing louder, it was becoming almost impossible.

With that in his pleasure fogged mind, his lips returned their attention to her sensitive neck and his right hand lowered again, this time using his middle finger to rub continuously against her hard and increasingly sensitive clit.

Lana called his name, loudly, finally as the fire that had built within her had become like a wildfire through each of her veins. Her shudders tore through her entire petite frame and her blissful cries soon became a sheer scream of pure ecstasy as her fiery juices coated his buried cock.

Jas rode out her volcanic orgasm through her very last tremor when finally, with a roar of his own ecstasy, he came just as explosively, his tight, heavy balls emptying themselves into his lover.

Still they rocked together for a matter of moments until their ecstatic and quivering bodies had begun to recover, knowing they were truly spent and their moderate floods had run dry.

Jas collapsed to Lana’s side as they both laid weakly against the mattress, complete content reflected in their flushed features as they looked to each other.

“Why do I get the feeling I won’t be going back home tomorrow?” she asked once she had recovered enough of her breath.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t want to go back?” he asked in reply, his own breath yet to completely return as well.

Lana knew he was right and quickly returned her mouth to his. Jas quickly returned the tender kiss and put his strong arms around her as her left arm laid over his firm, sweat-dampened chest.

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Chapter 2:

“You stayed,” Lana said softly as she awoke to Jas waking beside her the next morning.

“So did you,” he stated just as softly.

“What now?”

He sighed slightly as he sat up and said, “I need to get back on the road.”

This time it was Lana’s turn to sigh, unable to conceal her disappointment as she sat up herself and unnecessarily held the sheet to her otherwise nude form.

Pulling his jeans back on, he added, “And should a certain brunette be willing, I wouldn’t mind the company.” He then turned to her and waited for her reply.

“You’d really want a pampered princess for your road companion?” she asked. It wasn’t how she saw herself, but often how others saw her, even if only because of how she dressed and carried herself.

“Think of me as the misunderstood prince wanting to break you out of your glass coffin,” he answered.

Lana laughed slightly and said, “All right. So, what am I looking at? A road trip, or what?”

“Fair enough,” he said as he tugged his black t-shirt back on. “Recently these guys have really been after me and I really need to get away from here. I don’t quite know where to, but I know I want you with me.”

“Wow,” she stated before she began to laugh in disbelief.

“Why is that funny?” he asked, though he couldn’t help but laugh himself as he put his dark waves into a ponytail.

“Because I want to go with you,” she told him. “I don’t know what happened last night when I walked into that bar, but I don’t want to go back to what I used to know. It’s not worth going back to.”

“You’d be willing to leave your pampered life behind for me?” he asked skeptically.

“Don’t flatter yourself that much,” she told him as she moved to get dressed herself. “Friends, none. Money, that’s a joke. Job, couldn’t stand it anyway. Car, totaled and I doubt I could get another currently. So right now you’re offering me more than I’d be going back to.”

“What about your family?”

“Who?”

“I see. So we’re not so different after all.”

“Guess not.”

“I’m ready when you are,” he said as he pulled his leather jacket back on.

“What about your stuff?” she asked once she pulled her satin shirt back on, the final article of clothing as it had been the first of hers to drop.

“It’s not mine,” he said. “I told you, that gang’s leader and I got into it one night. This was his room.”

“Ah,” she said. “And yours would be?”

“Waiting for us elsewhere,” he said.

“Then what are we waiting for?” she asked. “Let’s go.”

Jas smiled and nodded as they made their way to the door, Jas even holding it for her.

“Where would Jas go?” the gang’s new leader’s lead henchman, Mason, asked from just a few miles away from the motel.

“The question is not where would he go,” his leader Swain said. “It’s where would he take his new princess. After all, it seems he wants to protect her. Why else would he run from a fight for the first time?”

“Nice of him to give us such an advantage,” Mason commented.

“Isn’t it?” Swain asked. “He took something of ours. Something of mine. It’s only fair that we take his new toy from him, I think.”

“You thought of your brother Ed as a toy?” Mason asked.

“No, you sniveling moron,” he told him angrily. “The girl however could be nothing more to him. Dead men can’t love and soon that is what he will be. But not before he watches her life spill away, knowing it’s his fault.”

Once Jas and Lana had gotten breakfast it was onto the highway. And it was not long before Jas felt slender hands moving steadily up his torso until Lana rested them at his shoulders, her head resting almost against his neck.

The majority of their day was spent just like this and neither had any complaints. Though Lana couldn’t help but want to bring her hands up under his shirt for their skin to be touching again. And it took almost all the strength she had to not bring her lips to his neck.

Being so close, it was such a temptation, but she managed to fight it as she didn’t want to distract him from driving. It was the only excuse that could stop her.

But what she couldn’t know was Jas wanted her to. And each time traffic had them stop and they got a chance to talk a bit more, he had to fight the urge to turn and kiss her again. As well as pulling her arms more tightly around him.

It had been a long time since he had been on the road with anyone else and never had he been with anyone like her. And because of that he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. And he was soon wondering if he ever would be, or even could be.

He knew the danger he was putting her in by taking her with him and he hated himself for it. But at the same time he knew he couldn’t take her leaving him so soon. And he could tell she was less than willing to leave herself. At least if her current proximity to him was any indication.

Finally night fell and they pulled off to a secluded bar for dinner.

“How are you enjoying the trip so far?” Jas asked with a partial smile when they sat down in a booth.

“I’m enjoying the scenery,” she said with a laugh.

“So am I,” he said as he looked to her.

“How many more days do you think this will take?” she asked.

“Just two more, hopefully,” he told her. “But I’m a little curious to know a bit more about you.”

“Yeah?” she asked, a little surprised that he would be interested.

“Yeah,” he said, surprised in return at her surprise. He knew he liked her and that he wanted her and that at least part of him already didn’t want to be without her again. But at the same time he couldn’t help but want to know just who had her arms around him, who he was about to be sharing another bed with and who he had just been inside and was longing to be inside of again. “How did you come to ask ‘Who?’ when it comes to your family?

“I got tired of being treated like a child when I haven’t really been one since I was eleven,” she answered truthfully. “And I was tired of having to thwart molestation and rape attempts almost every week. Trust me, it’s tiring when it goes on for a certain number of years.”

He sighed at that, an anger building within him at the thought someone would do that to her, suddenly wanting to put his fighting skills to use once again. “That explains why you didn’t trust me at first,” he said, trying to remain calm for her. “I’m sorry,” he added as he toyed with one of his sharp-edged rings.

“It’s not your fault,” she told him with a thankful smile. “How about you?”

“No one really cared that I was there. Truthfully, I don’t think they even knew I was there. And you could say I had to grow up fast, too. When I was a teenager the local gym became like a second home to me and in looking for friends I fell into the wrong crowd. One thing led to another and for the first time I don’t regret it.” Looking her black and white work clothes over again, he asked, “What did you do before now?”

“I was a glorified office maid. The job wasn’t worth the pay anyway,” she answered. “You?”

“Odd jobs mostly, but I’ve spent the most of my time as a mechanic,” he answered.

“Good to know,” she said with a smile, unable to think of anyone better to be on the road with. “The guys from last night, what are the odds they’ll find you?”

“Better than I’d like to admit,” he told her. “But somehow they’re the last thing on my mind,” he added as his brown orbs met hers once again.

“I know what you mean,” she said as she kept the gaze. “Being here, it’s like there nowhere else. No one else either.”

Jas only smiled in agreement.

After that the rest of their meal and conversation was a blur. Right up until they made their way into their next motel room what couldn’t have been more than an hour later.

Almost as soon as the door closed behind them, their lips met again. This time Jas’ claiming hers. But this time their shared kisses weren’t the fierce, ravenous kisses from the night before. At least not yet.

Slowly moving back to the bed behind them, Jas shrugged his leather jacket off and moved his strong hands to Lana’s body. His fingers moving upwards beneath her satin shirt and over her white undershirt before resting his hands at her ribs just beneath her still clothed breasts.

Lana wanted his skin against hers, but for now their increasingly deepening kiss was enough as she put her palms flat to his back, pulling herself closer to him.

Their tongues slowly began to take in each contour of the others’ mouth, soon beginning to duel as they moved even closer to one another. His tongue wrapping around hers as hers fought to do the same to his.

Lana’s hands soon moved to Jas’ front and did what she wished Jas’ would do as they ran under the clinging black material, moving slowly up and down his firm torso. Her fingertips were soon circling his small, flat and rosy discs as his own small nipples instantly began to strain.

Jas smiled to himself as much as he could while keeping his lips as pressed to hers as possible when he got her not-so-subtle hint. Moving his hands low again, feeling Lana sigh appreciatively into his mouth when she felt the warmth of his palms meet the warmth of her bare stomach. He could feel the unmistakable twitch in his jeans and he wondered how long it would be before she noticed.

Lana’s sigh was soon followed by a moan while Jas’ hands were moving steadily upwards as hers were moving down towards his jeans.

Over the thick material of her bra, Jas let his fingertips tease her swells and already stiffening small buds, Lana leaning into him more at each touch and gentle squeeze.

Despite the sensations beginning to overwhelm her as they kept their heated kiss, she still kept her hands at his jeans, her right soon teasing him through the thick denim while her left began to unfasten his belt.

This time Jas let a sigh pass his lips and pass Lana’s as he continued to harden beneath her slender hand, his mouth still pressed to hers.

Lana’s teasing didn’t last long though as she took her hand back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Moving closer to him, she was letting her heated and moistening, though still clothed, core rub modestly against his still hardening denim imprisoned bulge.

Their kiss was soon intensifying to where it would have been last night had their needs not been so great. The tongues were dueling more as Jas took his hands back and coiled his strong arms around her, holding her to him.

Lana smiled as much as she could again as she could almost feel herself melting into his arms as her frame fit so perfectly against his. She was tightening her grip around him slightly as she enjoyed the notion of being the reason his cock seemed ready to spring through his jeans.

Jas began to move back to the bed again, lifting Lana slightly so as not to break their kiss just yet. It was becoming increasingly more obvious it would last until neither of them could breathe!

He lowered Lana back to the floor and finally took a seat at the side of the bed and she knelt in front of him, both hands now teasing his bulge again before moving to his shirt.

This time Jas didn’t wait for Lana to take it from him as she stood again. Panting slightly as he began to get his breath back once having broken their kiss, he lifted it himself and threw it over the other side of the bed behind him. Soon doing the same with Lana’s, her tank top and bra next again before surrounding her left globe with his hot mouth, his hands holding her in place at her ribs.

He had wanted to taste them since the night before and now that his chance was here, he wasn’t about to pass it up.

Lana moaned at the sensations and again, when he lowered his left hand to cup her hot sex, feeling some of her wetness emerging through the thin fabric. To help steady herself, she could only put her hands to his broad chest, her palms moving slowly down his pectorals, his own small nubbins still hard beneath her touch.

In as much reply as he could manage, Jas made quick work of her pants, her swell’s rosy point never slipping from his mouth as he pulled the thin material from her or as she kicked them off.

Lana’s hands kept their attention as his incredible chest and the waft of hot breath that hit her moistened areola when Jas sighed again sent a shiver down her spine. Knowing she already needed more, Lana lowered Jas to the bed and moved atop him once he had lifted his legs and laid down completely.

Jas only smiled in reply as he watched her move. He knew there wasn’t much he could say as his breathing grew heavier and the last thing he wanted was for her to stop. Though he did manage to say, “I’ve missed this.”

Feeling how hard he was, Lana quickly unbuckled his belt completely and rid him of his jeans before she replied with a slight laugh through her own panting, “It’s only been a day.”

“And?” he asked with his own slight laugh. What he wasn’t telling her was that though it had only been almost twenty-four hours since the last time they had been together like this, it was only the second time he had ever been with someone like her. Never before had he cared so much about his lover’s pleasure, nor had he ever felt such a need to have a specific woman with him.

She gave him another smile before she lowered her mouth to his neck. Then, to the center divide of his chest before having them meet the center crease separating his washboard abs. The cool air hitting the moistened trail down his torso began to fill him with another fire and his desire for her was continuing to build.

Lana was having her own similar thoughts as she continued to move her lips and tongue down his increasingly feverish form. Almost from the moment she saw him she had known that she had to have him, though she knew she may never know why. But now, why was mattering less and less to her.

She continued to move lower almost painfully slowly for Jas as a groan escaped his throat and his eyes closed to concentrate completely on her currently controlled movements.

Finally her agile tongue met his very erect cock and he moaned again as it moved down his hard dick’s long length using slow, elongated strokes. His hips began to writhe beneath her as she teased his glans. Her amazing tongue was taking in each inch, teasing him, intensifying each sensation and now his cock was beginning to truly throb in anticipation.

More blissful groans emerged from him as she swirled her tongue slowly around his increasingly reddening crown, playfully licking at his yea-close to oozing slit before sucking hard at his soft cap. At feeling his hips shift again, she raised a slender hand to his hot rod, stroking him tightly, but slowly and lowered her mouth to his increasingly tightening balls.

Lana could feel her own arousal quickly building, her wetness emerging to the very tops of her inner thighs at each of his lustful groans. And though she already wanted to feel him inside her again, she knew her body wasn’t quite as ready yet. But still that didn’t stop her from wrapping her soft, slightly pouted lips tightly around his rigid prick, sliding them up and down on it again and again, increasing her suction with each stroke while her right hand concentrated its attention at his needful sac.

Sharp, blissful shivers were running down both of their spines and Jas began to lose himself in the indescribable sensations flowing through him. His rumblings now were far from making sense and it only drove Lana closer herself.

But a slight shift in her weight seconds later caused his eyes to open and when he saw the cause, he knew he had to stop her.

Lana’s left hand had, almost unknowingly for her, traveled down between her parted thighs, circling her hard swell as working Jas up had caused her body to want to push its edge closer.

“Oh, no you don’t,” his husky voice told her with a smile as he carefully moved out from under her, soon moving slowly atop her, claiming her lips in another intense kiss. The kiss didn’t last long though as he moved his mouth down her slim frame, wasting no time in bringing his own skilled tongue to her vacant slit, eagerly lapping her spilling hot juices before stroking her inner walls as deeply as his tongue could reach.

Now Lana was moaning almost just as her lover had been, her breathing increasing quickly as each flick and stroke of his tongue made her heart pound faster and brought her edge closer. Too much so for her to respond with anything but a moan or gasp.

Her nails were digging into the bedspread beneath her and her body was now the one writing in searing delight while his hands were running up and down her lightly cream coated inner thighs.

Another minute later he brought his tongue to her pebble hard clit and it was almost too much for her. If he kept his concentration there she would have no way of hanging on! With that in mind, it was her turn to move out from under him and in his surprise, easily sent him back to the mattress, bringing her body back above his with a seductive smile.

It was easy now to see the same lust, need and desire reflected in his eyes that were burning in hers and it thrilled them both as they knew what could only follow.

“I need you inside me,” she breathed as she invitingly spread her thighs, opening herself to him, her still juicing folds against his throbbing solid shaft.

“Well, if it’s what you need,” he replied just before giving her the smile that convinced her she would surely melt into a lustful puddle as he took his burning erection into his fist and began to push himself passed her pouted, wet lips and into her welcoming velvety recesses.

They both gasped and sighed pleasurably as the sensations began to overwhelm them. He was filling her just as he had the night before and she was grasping him just as tightly. But tonight they knew there was a chance they would be able to hold on a bit longer and were willing to fight to do so.

With Lana’s hips in his strong hands, Jas helped to steady her as she bounced above him, elongating her strokes with each.

Their moans and groans were amplifying again and they could feel the heat returning between them. There was sure to be another wildfire coursing through their veins and the spark had just officially been ignited.

Lana soon began to realize that in order to truly speed their pace she needed to obtain more balance. Looking ahead, she put her hands at the thick wooden headboard and managed just what they had both hoped.

Gyrating her hips no more than an inch above Jas’ currently, it was much easier for her to feel him moving within her, his stalk now hitting each of her most arousing points. And even if it was only in her mind, she could swear he was hitting the very back of her inner depths with each of his hard thrusts upwards into her.

But though Lana sensed she was getting all of him in each time she brought herself back down against him, she wanted to know he was completely inside. She tightened her grip at the headboard and brought her slim legs as far out to either side as she could, now able to grind her burning clit against his pelvis each time she came back down, their dark curls meshing each time as well.

They both groaned and gasped blissfully at the shared sensations, unable to really do much else as their wants, needs and passions began to consume them.

Jas moved his hands to her lower rounds and tightened his grip while continuing to keep her steady as her muscles tightened again, still threatening to send them over the edge with each quickened stroke his lover made and each thrust that came from his lower half.

Lana could feel the jolts of electricity running through her each time her swell rubbed against him and though her lower half felt as if it was bordering on being set aflame from their increasing friction, she refused to slow down, knowing she wasn’t the only one just about to be hovering on the edge of a monster orgasm.

“Ohhh,” Jas groaned once more as Lana lowered her hips once again. “Were you . . . a . . . gymnast?” he managed to ask through his labored breaths.

“Not . . . exactly, all this . . . is . . . self-taught,” she told him through her heavy breathing and gasps as her lower half rose and fell against his again, her clit still grinding against him each time.

“Then . . . you’re . . . one hell of . . . a teacher,” he replied as his grip increased slightly again as he felt hers do the same inside. She was practically squeezing his full load from him and he never wanted her to have to stop!

“Yeah?” she asked through a gasp.

“Ummm uh huh,” he answered, far too aroused and far too close to say anything else.

Now it was Lana holding something back from him. What she wasn’t saying, what she couldn’t say right then, was that he was the first she had ever done this with. The first she had even tried this with and she had never counted on it feeling so nearly blindingly incredible.

It wasn’t that she had been a gymnast or any form of instructor. She had just begun strengthening her lower half during her nearly daily workouts at home a matter of months ago and now it seemed to be paying off better than she had ever imaged.

Their moans began growing louder again, barely drowning out the sounds of their slapping of their pulsating sexes as Lana picked up her pace and shortened her strokes as Jas was continuing to cup her bottom in his strong hands as she met him at each thrust.

He was lowering her back down each time she seemed to lift high enough for him to slip out and her muscles only clung to him more each time each time she raised herself again and again.

Just a few nearly frantic thrusts and bounces more and Lana’s walls were beginning to flutter around Jas’ steel-hard tool as she felt herself began to tighten in his grip.

But before Lana could truly reach her edge, Jas took in a sharp breath and called out in his own ecstasy, bathing her depths with the hot stream that shot from him, his full load emptying into her as he shuddered repeatedly beneath her.

His intense throbs and shudders with the addition of his wet heat firing into her almost without warning sent shudders tearing through her petite frame again, her hot juices now coating him in return.

Lana’s only way to voice her searing rapture was to call out just as she had the night before, her gasps becoming loud moans before becoming an ecstatic scream as his cock still throbbed happily within her.

Lana collapsed weakly against her lover’s broad, sweat dampened chest briefly as she tried to regain some of her breath and strength before moving slightly again to ride out the rest of their slightly fading tremors. Her palms were now running over his chest, taking in each taught muscle beneath his smooth skin.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed once their bodies had truly began to calm, enjoying how she fit so perfectly above him and the cooling effect her hands were having on him.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied with a sated smile just before she leaned down to kiss him tenderly once again before moving to roll over to the other side.

Only there wasn’t another side to her right for her to roll over onto. And as Jas reached out to catch her, they both hit the floor as they fell the two and a half feet out of the bed.

“Ow,” they said softly in unison as they landed. Neither hurt and both thankful it hadn’t been that far of a fall. And neither could really help but laugh and coo slightly as they could hardly care about this given all that had just been feeling and could still partially feel.

“Maybe this is where we should’ve started out,” Lana said with a laugh.

“It definitely has its appeal,” Jas said with his own laugh as he held her to him, wanting to move in for another kiss.

“We don’t have to go back up there so soon, do we?” she asked as she glanced over to the bed, it seeming so high and so far now though they were right beside it.

“Nah,” he told her. “I like this. But just one thing though,” he said as he reached his right arm back and pulled down the bedspread, moving it just behind Lana. “Care to join me?” he asked as he moved around her and laid down on it.

Following his lead, Lana reached up and lowered the bed’s top sheet as she moved onto the bedspread beside him, covering their still slightly sweat dampened forms before returning her lips softly to his again, Jas immediately returning the tender kiss.

*

Chapter 3:

“What happened between you and the leader?” Lana asked when she and Jas got lunch a few hours later.

Jas didn’t really want to tell her, but he knew that because of him she was now part of this. “For a while I was one of them. But unlike them, I never killed anyone. One night, less than a week ago, I found myself back where I’d left, I just had to get away. Anyway, Ed, the brother of the guy we ran from in the bar, caught up with me. We fought and when I connected at one point he fell back, hitting concrete. It was seconds before I realized he wasn’t getting back up. And then I saw the blood. Swain ran up right then and ever since he’s been after mine.”

“Then why were you in that bar?” she asked.

He sighed softly and tried to conceal an embarrassed smile as he answered, “I was driving past and saw a woman walking in who looked like she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I knew that I’d be the only one who could keep you from getting hurt, so I did.”

She smiled back to him briefly before she asked, “Did you see Swain when you walked in?”

“No,” he answered. “But I had a feeling he’d show up sooner or later. I’d wanted to get you out of there before he did, but there just wasn’t enough time and I’m sorry for that.”

“Don’t be,” she told him. “I’m not. Whose to say we’d be here now if it wasn’t for that?”

“You’re really okay with it being like this?”

“At least it’s not boring,” she said with a smile.

He laughed slightly in reply, but had to get a real answer. “Are you really okay with it being like this?”

“I am,” she told him honestly. “Not because I enjoy the thrill. Or am some spoiled rich kid looking for adventure. I’m just a girl who found herself in the right place at just the right time. Because if I’d walked in any sooner or any later you wouldn’t have been there and I never would’ve known that men like you exist.”

He smiled to her again, but it was brief.

“What?” she asked as she turned to the window behind her to see why his expression had changed.

“I’m not liking the look of the wind,” he told her.

“I’d worry more about the clouds,” she said as she turned back to him, hints of disappointment in her voice.

He nodded in agreement and said, “We should go,” as he eyed the darker clouds moving in.

“Yeah,” she agreed as they began to stand, seeing them for herself.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to make it an early night,” Jas said when they got outside and felt the chilled air and strong winds for themselves. “I just really don’t want to be driving in what’s headed. Especially not on a motorcycle.”

“Me either,” she confessed as she climbed on behind him. It wasn’t that she distrusted him as a driver. It was the soon-to-be slick roads she didn’t trust.

They were thankful that it didn’t take them long to find another motel and the rain had only just started to fall when they parked in the lot.

“Had to happen some time, I guess,” he told her when they reached the office to get their room for the night.

“At least it’ll give us an earlier start,” she added.

“If the rain’s stopped,” he said. “Which I’m beginning to doubt because it’s already pouring,” he added as he looked over to the front window.

“Need a room, sweetie?” a gruff voice from a man who appeared behind the desk asked as he looked to Lana.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve been called that since I was three,” Jas answered as he turned back, not liking how the older, overweight blonde haired man was looking at her.

Lana tried to conceal her amused smile and had to fight a laugh as she watched Jas walk up to the desk, soon following herself.

“For the night?” the man asked with a scoff, making sure to give Lana a look to imply she was a hooker.

“Yeah,” Jas answered as he prepared to pay for the room, not finding this man even worthy of the energy it would take to hit him. Though the want to was there.

Once he paid, the man tossed the key onto the counter and said, “You’re in forty-five, to your far left once you leave here.”

“Looks like we’re gonna get wet,” Lana said when they got back outside and saw that forty-five was the room farthest from the office and there was no overhang on the way to it.

“Ready?” he asked when he knew they would be making a run for it to try to keep from getting too soaked.

“Yeah,” she told him as they started to run, making it to the door seemingly minutes later.

“Jerk would make us run this far,” Jas said once they got inside, immediately heading into the bathroom to grab a towel for each of them when he realized how soaked they both were.

“Makes sense though, my top half’s in white,” Lana replied as she tried to fight her shivers from how cold the rain had rendered her. “Bastard,” she added as she peeled her completely drenched and now transparent tops off, tossing them to the bed.

Jas took his dripping wet jacket off and tossed it to a chair near the bed when he emerged. “Here,” he said with a deep breath as he handed her one of the towels as he began to calm down.

“Thanks,” she said as she took it and immediately applied it to her arms before lowering it to her chest.

He nodded and followed her lead as he took his boots and socks off before tossing his own soaked shirt to the bed. His towel soon met his chest and Lana had to fight to not stare.

Deciding a distraction would be in order, she took her own boots and socks off, adding her pants to the foot of the bed’s slightly growing pile seconds later. “You okay?” she asked as her eyes managed to meet Jas’ instead of his incredible body.

“Getting better,” he told her, not having to fight from staring himself as she bent down to dry her legs. Now he knew he needed a distraction himself as he could feel his chills from the rain melting from him. The sight responsible had him turn to take his jeans off. Not so much for privacy as it was to keep his eyes off of how Lana’s left swell was pressing into her bent left knee while her right pressed into her upper right arm, her light tan bra only covering so much. It didn’t help that the material nearly matched her skin tone.

Looking to his broad shoulders and strong back, watching each muscle as he crouched himself and brought the towel down to dry his own legs, Lana could feel her pulse quickening. This was not only a view of him she’d yet to see, but one she was realizing she could easily get very used to.

Jas wrapped his towel around his waist once he was done and turned back to her once she had stood again and had moved her towel to her long dark hair. “Do you want me to get your back?” he asked, fairly sure she had yet to get to it.

“Sure,” she said, hoping it would be her turn to get his next. She handed him her towel and her eyes fluttered closed almost as soon as she felt him behind her and bringing the cloth down her back’s length.

“I think you may have missed a spot or two on your legs,” he said once he was convinced his task was done at her back, enjoying this far too much to want to stop now.

“Then I guess you should pick up where I left off,” she replied.

At her suggestion, he moved his attention to her lower half, both unable to hold back a sigh of appreciation. His for the view and hers for all he was awakening within her.

Soon he was in front of her again, bringing the cloth up each inch of her exposed skin, his lips soon trailing behind. Her inner right leg and inner left thigh first.

Wanting to take in each sensation of what she hoped would follow, Lana closed her eyes and swallowed hard as her anticipation began to take over. Her right hand already running through his dampened dark ponytail while she steadied herself with her left at his right shoulder.

But Jas had a few other ideas ahead of toying with her that way so soon. Instead, he let his fingers play along the elastic side string of her slightly skimpy pink panties as he continued to venture upwards, albeit very slowly. He could already feel her shivers changing slightly. No longer were they from the cold and it was getting easier to tell as her breathing had slightly escalated.

Lana could feel herself sway slightly in his grasp as his left hand had traveled behind her, keeping her steady as his lips met her flat stomach, her skin prickling and her small nipples straining in reply.

Even through the thick, but dampened, tan fabric Jas could easily see this and tossed her towel to the bed. Still, he continued to dry and kiss her pale, exposed skin, enjoying the fact that her reactions weren’t from the cool air. Soon he stood again, his lips now meeting the center crease of her chest before they met the very top of it before finally going to her neck.

Lana’s hands had moved to clutch his sides while letting out another sigh, her breathing still increasing as was her pulse. But though she couldn’t really be enjoying this more, still she wanted to feel his amazing cupid bow lips pressed against hers again.

It was only seconds more before she got her wish. And almost unknowingly, her tongue was slipping past his slightly parted lips and teeth, seeking and soon coiling around his.

And though all the while he had been fighting for control, Jas’ own arousal had been building and now that she was finally against him again he knew there would be no way for him to conceal how he had begun to swell. Or how his own breathing and pulse had increased. But judging from how she was pressing herself into him and how she was intensifying their kiss, she wasn’t minding.

Lana slowly brought her hands up and locked her arms around his neck, their tongues still engaged in their heated duel as his hands moved to the back closure of her bra and unhooked it.

Not seconds later her arms were down again for a brief moment for him to take it from her. Where it landed neither currently knew or cared. All that mattered now was how their lips had managed to stay pressed together and how his hands were gently grasping and teasing her globes, her buds next as he took them between his middle fingers.

Lana moaned into his mouth, so many sensations running through her that she never wanted to end. And despite the sexual haze clouding her mind, she was determined to show her appreciation. She took her arms back down and moved her hands to his hips, soon breaking their kiss to move her lips down his firm and fevered torso.

Only this time Lana didn’t keep lowering her mouth like she ordinarily would. Instead she took his right hand into her left and slowly kissed upwards from his wrist to his arm, from his arm to his bicep, from his bicep to his shoulder until finally they were at his neck, a blissful groan now escaping his throat as she moved close again.

Now it was Jas’ anticipation threatening to take over and he moved his hands to her ribs, just below her slightly heaving rounds, lowering his fingertips down her sides until they were resting at her hips.

Each movement his hands made was making her body ache more with need. Each part of her seemed to be begging for his touch, but as her gasps and moans began to appear, it was getting more difficult for her to voice her needs.

Luckily Jas was taking notice of her responses and moved his right hand to her left breast while his mouth swooped down and took in her right.

Lana gasped and closed her eyes again, but still her body was begging his for more. She felt him continue to caress her left, each gentle squeeze, each circle around and light pinch of her reddened and throbbing nipple while his tongue circled her right achingly slowly.

Jas could feel each flinch she made as her bud became hard as candy against his tongue and between his lips and it wasn’t too much longer before he felt a slender hand of hers meet the towel he had around his waist.

But instead of letting her take it so soon, he stood up straight again, almost instantly covering her mouth with his in another heated kiss and swept her up into his arms, soon carrying her to the bed.

Gently, he lowered her down to the bed and, never breaking their kiss until he absolutely had to, brought her nearly soaked panties down. His lips weren’t far behind as he had lowered his hands down her feverish form.

“This isn’t fair,” Lana breathed as his lips met her lower stomach.

“What isn’t?” he asked, quickly returning his lips to her body, his kisses still trailing slowly.

“I have yet to get to do anything to you,” she answered through heavy breaths.

“You’re doing more than you know,” he said, gazing up at her with an appreciative smile before his lips returned to their task.

“Still not fair,” she breathed before gasping in surprise as his tongue met her warm, wet core.

Jas only smiled to himself as much as he could, his hands now meeting her toned thighs as he positioned himself between her parted legs and let his tongue practically dance over and between her moistened folds.

A moan and twist of her hips was soon his reply as he brought his tongue into her hot center, almost greedily drinking her nectar as it bathed his agile organ upon entry.

Jas was finding almost as much enjoyment from this as he took his time in stroking each wall he could reach. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, more so with each time his lover’s lower half bucked towards him. And each was preceded and followed by another moan. But only when he knew Lana was getting closer by the second did he pull back, wanting her body to calm a bit before either did anything more.

Lana soon felt Jas’ strong hands gently stroking her sides, trying to calm and cool her body down. From the soft smile spread across his handsome features, she could tell what he was doing and was in no way about to stop him.

The slight tremors that had begun moments ago had finally stopped completely and Jas brought his hand to where his mouth had been as he returned to his lying position between her parted thighs. Two of his fingers soon slipping passed her pouted lips and passed her sopping folds, her wet heat easing his ability to thrust them into her.

Lana gasped again, a moan soon following as her hips began to arch. She fought to keep them still, but he had already worked her senses into overdrive. He just had to make her come now!

Another minute later, Jas pulled his sticky fingers back, a disappointed moan coming from Lana as she had fought to keep them inside. He made another show of licking his lips and fingers clean before telling her, “Another few seconds and I’ll get back to it, I promise.”

But waiting was not what Lana had in mind. With her arousal and desire blazing in her dark eyes, she slowly sat up and claimed Jas’ lips in a hungry kiss as she moved in front of him and gently lowered his back to the mattress before finally taking his tented towel from him. Though she was enjoying it in each part of her body, she almost had to regret deciding to kiss him. She could still taste herself on his mouth and it only added to her arousal and her body’s need to have him insider her again.

Only she knew she wouldn’t let him off that easily. He had teased her for too long and now it was her turn to tease him.

Her hands were now running over his solid cheat, one of his own erect nubs soon slipping passed her lips as she had lowered them from his lips and neck. Her nails began to lightly rake down his torso and the sensations were almost becoming too much for her lover.

Now feeling his hips twisting beneath her, it was Lana’s turn to smile to herself as she lowered her right hand again. Soon her fingers met his satiny length again before wrapping her strong fingers gently around his hard shaft. His turn to moan was now here.

It took a monumental effort on Jas’ part not to thrust into her fist. But at the same time he didn’t want her to let go. His thoughts were too clouded for him to even this of what he wanted her to do next. And voicing it was already out of the question as his own breaths and blissful groans were escaping more rapidly.

Smiling at the lustful expression crossing his handsome face as his eyes closed, Lana lowered her lips again. This time to where she knew they were truly being beckoned as she could feel his throbs increasing with each stroke her hand made.

Repositioning herself above his lower half, Lana lowered her right hand to the base of his cock and slipped her lips over his soft cap. She circled her own agile tongue around his slit before sucking slightly and lowering her lips again, taking him in painfully slowly for them both.

As she began to work him in and out of her talented mouth, she brought her left hand up, caressing his balls despite his pleasurable writhing beneath her.

By now Jas was the one clinging to the bedspread beneath him, fighting to keep his lower half as still as possible as he didn’t want to thrust into her mouth. At least not yet. It wasn’t anywhere close to easy though as he felt her speed her tempo and increase her suction at each stroke of her lips. She was sucking on him hard and her tongue was soon meeting each of his most sensitive spots. And though he was managing to hold back with exceptional will, Jas knew he would soon lose the fight if he couldn’t stop her in time.

Lana could feel the surging in his sac and she brought her lips back to his satin tip. She lapped his emerging hot juices just as eagerly as he had hers, enjoying the taste of him as much as he enjoyed the taste of her.

As Jas felt himself nearing, finally he managed to voice his need, “Lana, stop. Ohhh! Please, stop.”

“You okay?” she asked a little breathlessly when she pulled back, looking up at him with a concerned expression.

“I wanna last,” he breathed. “But I never will if you keep going like you are.”

She smiled slightly and moved slightly above him before asking huskily, “How do you want me?”

He smiled in reply as he sat up slightly and wrapped his arms around her as he cradled her to him, her body now lying above his. “I love watching you,” he said, his smile never fading.

Knowing he meant his words sent a warm shiver down her spine and she could only kiss him deeply again. But the kiss was brief as she moved back slightly for her juicing pussy to be just above his hot, pulsating rod, ready to welcome him as soon as he found himself ready to enter her. “If you want me, take me,” she said softly as her eyes locked on his.

Blissful sighs emerged from both of them as he slid into her seconds later, her muscles almost instantly surrounding him as they tightened. Again, she was drawing him in deeper and they were both enjoying every second of it.

Now that they were finally joined again the last thing they wanted was to have to separate and they took long seconds to enjoy the sensations of her being filled by him again. But at the same time their bodies’ needs were intensifying and almost involuntarily, they began to move against each other.

Seeing Lana’s right arm on the mattress, just inches from his face to steady herself, Jas felt it was time to repay one of her earlier favors. He was remembering the incredible sensations each of her tender kisses had sent through him and while he rested his right hand at her left hip in preparation for her to begin to bounce, he took her right hand into his left.

Lana had an idea of what would be next and closed her eyes in the anticipation while she sped her pace above her lover.

Within seconds his lips were trailing upwards and moved from her wrist to her arm, from her arm to her small bicep, all the way to her shoulder as she leaned down to let him. And what had to have been minutes later, his lips were slipping over her straining left nipple as their hips were now bucking into each others’, their edges quickly reaching the fever pitches they had been at before the other had pulled away earlier.

Lana was meeting him at each thrust and Jas let her swell slip from his mouth’s hold as he laid down again to put his other hand at her hip, helping to steady her more. She kept writhing on his steel-hard stalk and neither felt ready for this to end.

Their moans and groans were amplifying and their friction was vastly increasing as his pulsating cock was further buried into spasming recesses each time they met each other completely.

Once again Lana reached out ahead and put her hands at the headboard. They didn’t remain there long though as it was much thinner than the last and moved with her as she rocked quickly. Knowing she would never get good enough balance for much of anything this way, she planted her palms at the mattress just behind Jas’ shoulders and tried to quicken their pace again.

As he noticed how she was slowing her pace minutes later it was his turn to ask, “Are you okay, Beautiful?”

Too distracted to catch his compliment, she could only say, “I want you above me.” Though it came out more as a pant as she nearly came to a stop.

“All right,” he said softly with a nod and soft smile as he held her to him and carefully rolled them both over. “I was wondering how long it’d be before you asked,” he said just before thrusting into her again.

“What do you mean?” she breathed as she began moving with him, bringing her hands up the length of his back.

“We tend to work better this way. Less likely to fall again at least,” he replied with a smile.

“Funny,” she said only slightly sarcastically with a slight laugh as she continued to meet his thrusts, her hands finally resting at his broad shoulders.

“I thought it was,” he said, his smile yet to fade as he leaned down to reclaim her lips.

By now it was pitch black outside and the storm had begun raging, both lovers completely unaware. The rumbling of the thunder was still not loud enough to mask theirs. The blue flashes of lightning weren’t even enough to compare to their sparks. But both were enjoying the sight of the blue glow washing over the room and each other every other minute.

They couldn’t tell if the power had gone out of if the rain was falling in such thick sheets to block out the outdoor lights, but all that mattered now was how they were moving together and driving each other nearly completely wild as a shared fire raged upwards from their joining.

Lana could feel him reaching deeper into her hot depths at each thrust and it only made her writhe and moan more. But what he did next was almost too much for her to take.

Jas stabilized himself by putting his weight on his left arm as he lowered his right hand between their closely pressed bodies and lowered his fingers until he found the straining bud just above her sopping folds and pinched it between his middle fingers.

She felt him thrust as deeply as he could into her twice more before she her body tightened beneath his. “Jas!” she called. Her call soon became a scream of sheer rapture as she came like she only had twice before, convulsing repeatedly as her climax surged through her and her fiery release soaked his temporarily imprisoned cock.

Jas wanted to ride out her orgasm, knowing hers would soon draw his, but she’d clamped down on him so tightly he could barely move at all. Seconds later her tremors ceased enough and she managed to relax to where he could move again.

The slapping of their flesh grew loud again as he continued to ram himself into her and within another minute, he tightened himself in Lana’s grasp and came just as immensely. Now it was his seemingly boiling release’s turn to spill and only once he knew her still slightly spasming muscles had drained his balls completely did he allow his exhausted body to collapse onto Lana’s.

Though she loved the feeling of him above her, it was now getting difficult for her to breathe under his weight. “Uh, Jas?” she asked a little more breathlessly than usual.

He didn’t have to hear any more to know what she was about to say. “I’m sorry, beautiful,” he told her as he moved beside her, flopping onto his back as he began to regain his breath.

She smiled at his compliment and, with her smile yet to fade as she turned to her side to look over at him, said, “You never have to apologize to me for that. You’re amazing.” She paused for a moment and decided to tell him another truth she had been holding back, but only since the night before, “And I don’t just mean in bed.”

“Glad to hear you say that and so are you,” he said, now giving her a smile as he saw the unmistakable perfectly sated glow in her eyes, knowing she was seeing the same in his.

Turning her attention to the window briefly, she asked, “What are we going to do tomorrow if the rain has yet to let up?”

Jas took a deep breath and took her into his arms as he answered, “I might be able to think of something.”

“Uh huh,” she said, enjoying the idea. “And what about when we need something to eat or drink?”

His smile faded slightly at the notion of having to dress again or even having to leave the bed. But he answered, “There are some vending machines outside. I’m sure we can find something to tide us over. Worse comes to worse, maybe we’ll be able to make it to the place we had lunch today when there’s a break in the rain.” His smile returned as he added, “But until then, I’m fine right here.”

“You’re not the only one,” she replied with a slight giggle as she laid her left arm over his chest and lightly ran her fingertips down his side, his now running down her back as they continued to calm each other’s fading tremors.

*

Chapter 4:

Lana began to stir only a few hours after she and Jas had fallen asleep. They knew it had been earlier than they were used to going to bed, but they knew they had needed an earlier than usual start on their day if the storm lifted.

But from the sounds outside, it seemed that Jas had been right because the thunder was still crashing above and the bolts of lightning were still occasionally illuminating their room.

“Are you awake, too?” Jas asked as he had felt her body’s weight shift slightly from glancing out of the window.

“Storm woke me,” she answered.

“It’s the cold that woke me,” he replied, surprised that his breath wasn’t coming out in a fog, as he turned to face her.

“I was trying to not think about that,” she said as she practically balled herself up beneath the bedspread, fighting to get warm.

“Here,” he told her as he moved close and put an arm around her again, holding her gently to him. “You know what they say about shared body heat.”

“That might work better if we were both warmer,” she said with a slight pout.

“You will be,” he said as she laced an arm around him in reply. “Just be patient.”

“I can think of a way to pass the time,” she told him with a soft smile, a warm shiver being sent through him as her breath fell on his lips.

“Uh huh,” he said, almost certain he knew what would follow.

“A game.”

“What kind of game?”

“A game of truth. You can ask me anything and for each answer, I get one from you.”

“Okay,” he agreed, a little thankful that he had been wrong since it seemed his body had yet to completely recover from earlier. He thought for a moment of where to start and decided on basic questions for now. “Name?”

“Lana Stewart. Yours?”

Jas took a deep breath, realizing she would be the first to hear it in literally years, but he wasn’t afraid to tell her. “Jason Parker. And not even Swain or his goons know that.”

Lana smiled and said, “Your turn.”

“Age?”

“Twenty-two. You?”

“Twenty-nine. Family? And don’t say ‘Who?’ again, that’s not fair.”

“Telling me the rules of my own game, okay,” she retorted with a laugh. “Mostly single mother as I almost never saw my father and when I did I often wished I hadn’t. No siblings, but it never bothered me. Not because I liked having all the attention but because it was always in my mind that even if I had a sibling I’d still be just as alone.”

“I know what you mean,” he said. “Parents, like I said, didn’t even really acknowledge my existence, but I got so used to it that if they did address me I was surprised. My sister had left home before I was even born and I think I saw her maybe three times my entire childhood. I left myself at sixteen. To this day I don’t think they even noticed.”

“I would,” she told him softly. “And I doubt I’d be happy about it.”

Now it was his turn to smile softly as he asked, “When did you leave home?”

“I was seventeen. I’d wanted to leave at twelve, but it just didn’t work out that way. And after that it was just one nightmare after another.”

“What kind?”

“The guys I was around for one thing. They all wanted to use me. But only one really got the chance. It finally ended about two years ago when I’d had enough. Basically I took myself off the market and decided to swear off anything even remotely resembling another date, romance, relationship or even another attraction.”

“Well, I’m sure glad I broke you of that,” he said with a laugh.

“That you did,” she said, reciprocating his laughter. “So, how did you manage to stay unattached?”

“Soon-to-be-ex-bikers don’t exactly have much to choose from. And I just had no interest in what I was surrounded with. Ed’s and Swain’s sloppy fifths were never my style.”

Lana fought hard to contain her laughter at that, but was finding it impossible. “There had to be at least one you had some kind of interest in before me,” she said when her laughter subsided.

“There were a few, but most were several years ago and they never stayed for more than a few days.”

“Wait, what do you mean ’soon-to-be-ex-biker’?” she asked, suddenly hearing his words again. She couldn’t help but enjoy the notion, but didn’t want him to see it just yet.

“Ed’s gone and Swain wants me dead. Now I just want to get away from all of that and all of them and I’m looking at the only person I want with me.”

This time a warm shiver was sent through her as she saw the truth in his eyes.

“How about this one, school,” he said. “Anything you want to share there?”

“Ask and we’ll see,” she answered.

“Loner or queen of the school?”

“Basic loner. You?”

“Labeled troublemaker, also a loner. Cheerleader?”

“Despite what certain skills may have you believing, no. Sports?”

“Not in school,” he told her. “But boxing and kickboxing at the gym before, after and often instead of school, yes. Not to mention for all the years since. Health nut?”

“I try,” she answered. “Something tells me I already know your answer though,” she said with a smile.

“Is it that obvious?” he asked.

“Only to someone who pays attention,” she answered with a smile. “Your turn.”

“Have you ever been married?”

“No. You?”

“No. Kids?”

“None. You?”

“At the present, none,” he answered with a soft smile to her, a warm shiver now running through her again. “Ever been engaged?”

“Only in the technical sense once,” she answered. “But we were eleven and there was no ring. And we split up when we were fourteen.”

“How long had you known each other?” he asked with a surprised laugh.

“We were nine when we met,” she answered with an embarrassed laugh.

“So, what happened? Did he copy off your homework one too many times or did he want to be prom queen?”

“Actually, he got really abusive and then his older brother got in on the act,” she told him.

“I’m sorry,” he said with an angered sigh to himself.

“It’s not your fault,” she said caringly. “And I can talk about it. The bruises have been gone for years and from my life, they have been, too.”

“I’m glad. I just don’t think I can hear about you having bruises, especially not from someone you were with,” he told her. He took a deep breath and changed the subject slightly. “As for me, I’ve never really known a woman before who I could consider asking that of. They just weren’t -”

“Wife material?” she asked when he paused.

“Actually, I was thinking worthy, but that works,” he told her. “All right, one last one for this morning. Are you still cold?”

She nodded in reply. “You’re not feeling much warmer either.”

“Guess they were wrong about shared body heat,” he commented.

“Or maybe we just need more to make it work,” she replied.

“Well, there’s always what they say about friction,” he said, having recently found his second wind.

“I think I need you to refresh my memory about that one,” she said with a knowing smile, beginning to feel a little warmer already.

At those words, Lana soon found her lips swept up in another tender kiss as Jas’ came down onto them.

This wasn’t entirely what they’d had in mind originally, but they were both still freezing and with the bedspread and sheets offering very little warmth, they both knew this was their best bet. Though truthfully, neither had any complaints and were soon finding themselves thankful for the excuse.

Jas’ strong fingers wrapped around one of her swells, grasping gently before massaging it within his hold. His fingers then soon found a cold-hardened bud tweaked it to feel it harden more beneath his touch.

Lana took in a sharp breath at the pleasant surprise and found her body leaning into his touch once again. And almost unknowingly for her, her legs and thighs were beginning to part. Her body already silently pleading to feel his incredible touch elsewhere.

“See?” he asked as they parted minutes later for much needed gulps of air. “It’s working already,” he added as his fingertips slowly moved down her torso to her increasingly heated sex.

A soft moan was his reply before she managed a real one. “I suppose then it’d only be right if I shared,” she breathed, the unmistakable fire beginning to return to her eyes as her hips began to move against his hand.

But before she could get too much more into it, she shimmied slowly down to his lower half once again. Realizing her mouth was already hotter than any other part of her currently, she didn’t want to have to make him wait for his warmth. “And here you were complaining about the cold,” she said as she began to work his cock through a loose fist.

“It’s freezing in here,” he told her, his tone low as his arousal began to build quickly.

“You’d never know it,” she said with a seductive grin as she tightened her grip and elongated her strokes while he began to harden within her grasp.

Jas’ only response was a pleasurable sigh as he closed his eyes to concentrate completely on her movements. Another escaped at the waft of hot breath on his swelling rod as her mouth lowered while her left hand rested at his right hip and her right gently grasped his sac.

Lana’s tongue ran down his satiny length first, taking her time, wanting to taste each inch.

Ecstatic shivers were now running down Jas’ spine and as he managed to glance down he saw her smiling up at him and that alone was almost enough to make him lose it right then. But he hung on and closed his eyes again, completely surrendering to the blissful sensations she was sending through him.

He knew he loved the feeling of her down on him, but seeing her gazing up at him, as much of a smile as she could manage tugging at her soft, gently pouted lips, knowing she was getting so worked up herself, it only added to his arousal. And already he had to fight to hold back.

Her tongue had now begun to tease his glans and swirl around his rigid tool before her lips surrounded his reddened silky cap, slowly sucking more of him into her mouth as her suction increased oh so slightly.

But before he could get too used to her bringing him into her slowly, she opened wide and, with one swift movement, took his entirety into her hot, wet mouth. She worked him in and out slowly at first, smiling at each blissful groan he made and at each twist of his hips beneath her.

Soon she sped her pace and ran her left hand up his right side, wanting to take in as many of his definitions as she could as she was getting almost as turned on by this as he was while her right still fondled his seed heavy balls.

Feeling his middle’s flinches appearing as he continued to near, Lana returned her right hand to stroke his hard cock and lowered her mouth again. It wasn’t too many more seconds before her tongue had stopped its circular motions over his balls and slipped them past her lips.

A surprised gasp and groan immediately followed as it was almost too much for Jas to take. And at his unmistakable amplifying rumblings, Lana returned her soft lips to his burning shaft, sucking hard at his oozing crown while her left hand was now at his sac and her right still stroked the rest of his length from where her lips left off to the base.

His groin was sending a fire through every part of him and all but what Lana was giving him was long forgotten. All that mattered to him now was her and her continuation. Half of him never wanted her to stop while the other half was begging her to make him come now.

His hips were bucking into her and he couldn’t fight any longer. His need to come had gotten too great. He had lost the fight and he knew it. A low rumble was as much as he could call out as his volcanic orgasm produced itself.

And it had appeared just as soon as Lana took his length’s entirety into her mouth again, sending a short salty blast down her throat. But though his load had been much less than the last, it in no way was a reflection of his climax’s intensity.

Lana knew this as she had felt his throbs increasing all the while and she couldn’t help but smile again as her lips and tongue continued to stroke and lick him until his very last tremor had ceased. Only then did she shimmy back up to his side.

“How are you feeling now?” she asked, sounding only a little winded.

“Definitely warmer,” he answered breathlessly. “And in a minute we’ll find out if friction will be enough for you.”

The minute past and now another passionate fire was burning in his dark eyes as he looked her over, his breath almost completely having returned. The only thought in his mind now was how Lana had waited long enough and now it was her turn to be warmed by his own hot mouth.

“What?” Lana asked as she noticed his seductive gleam, her own still yet to fade completely.

“Maybe it was all that talk about food earlier, but I’m pretty hungry,” his still slightly husky voice replied as he looked her nude form over.

“Well, far be it for me to deny a grown boy his breakfast,” she told him as she rolled over onto her back, knowing full well where this was headed.

With his own smile yet to fade, he moved downwards and hooked her legs over his shoulders before letting out another appreciative sigh as he rested his hands at her thighs. Quickly he took in the sight of her lustful gaze to him before lowering his hot mouth to her waiting snatch which had already begun glistening with her wet heat.

She gasped as his teeth nipped lightly at her most pleasurable point just before his tongue followed. Then, he took his time as he traced each contour of her rosy folds, caressing and stroking, each only making her hips writhe in bliss.

Her breaths were now increasing at each movement his incredible tongue made. First at her clit, then her folds and now probing ever so slightly into her. And all she could think was how amazing it felt to have him between her legs again, even if it would only be his tongue for now.

Already Jas could taste how wet she had become and though her body’s temperature was steadily rising, he didn’t want her to have to wait too much longer to feel what she had just given him.

Lana moaned again as Jas withdrew his tongue from her opening and licked back upwards to her swell. But then he took it back completely and puckered his lips at her hard nub, sucking intently at it, only making her pleasurable writhing come more rapidly.

Luckily for Lana, Jas was ready for this and slightly increased his grip at her toned thighs to make it easier to keep her in place well enough to still enjoy all he was giving her.

Lana gasped sharply as his tongue licked her bud again before his lips increased their tempo. Now it was her lower half that seemed to be on fire and it was coursing through every part of her. And with Jas’ hands still on her thighs while her legs were resting against his back, she knew he had to be feeling it, too.

Jas let his tongue lick at her throbbing swell again, this time applying a bit more pressure as his hands were now able to wander upwards as her legs had locked behind him, Lana now mostly supporting herself against him. His hands reached her sides first, then he let his fingertips run up the length of her ribs, knowing by now how she loved how hard it made her chest when her skin prickled.

And those prickling and hardening mounds and buds were next to feel his touch with gentle massaging and pinching before he brought all of his concentration back to her increasingly needful sex.

Just another minute more and he felt her tighten around and beneath him. Her entire cunt was surging and soon she convulsed just as intensely as he had, calling out just as loudly, also incapable of forming anything remotely resembling an actual word.

But despite her rapid convulsions from her explosive orgasm, Jas never pulled away. And he couldn’t help enjoying the pulsating at his slightly parted lips and once again he was eager to lap her hot release, even if it was hardly similar to that which had earlier coated his then buried cock. And just as she had done for him, only when he knew she was truly done and her form was calm again did he pull back and begin to slowly untangle their bodies.

“Better?” he asked as he moved back to her side.

“Um hmm,” was as much of a reply as she could give him, her smile seemingly unable to fade.

“Maybe we should try to get some more sleep,” he said as he stifled a yawn. “The storm looks like it’s about to start to clear and if it does, we’ll want to be well rested.”

“Okay,” she said sleepily, her eyes already closed.

“Goodnight, Beautiful,” he told her before he kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight, Jason,” she replied almost too softly for him to hear.

It stopped him briefly to hear her call him by his real name. But he didn’t dislike it. That was what surprised him. He couldn’t even remember the last person to call him that, but suddenly he knew that from her, he really liked it.

Over the next few hours while they slept they storm continued to clear. The rain stopped before the flashes of light and the thunder’s crashes. The clouds had begun to lighten in color as they broke apart and moved on.

“Hey,” Jas said as Lana stirred again, beginning to awake a few hours later.

“Hey,” she replied. Realizing he was the one facing the window now, she asked, “How’s the storm looking?”

“Like it’s past,” he said. “Think you’re about ready to go?”

“Sure,” she answered only a little sleepily.

But though the thunderstorm had past, another storm was brewing not too far from where Jas and Lana were and it began to break just as they climbed back onto his bike several minutes later.

“Hello?” Swain asked when he answered his ringing phone.

“You still lookin’ for Jas?” the man on the other end asked.

“Depends, Ridge, you know where he is?”

“He’s leaving my motel now with some girl,” he large blonde haired man answered. “Would’ve called you last night, but the storm knocked the phones out.”

Swain hung up seconds later and Mason asked, “Good news?”

“Jas is heading west and once we find him, this ends, no more games,” the large, slightly older man told him.

“But what about the girl?”

“We’ll get her,” he assured. “And then Jas is ours. Once he knows we’ve got her, there won’t be a thing in hell that could stop him from trying to save her.”

“And that’ll be his destruction,” Mason finished.

“I always knew it’d be a matter of time before a woman weakened him. And now that one finally has, we get two for one.”

“But don’t you think he’ll try to kill you?”

“I’m counting on it,” Swain answered with a smile. “But he’ll be so blinded by his hormones that he won’t be able to concentrate and the second he slips, he’s mine.”

“How are we gonna manage this?” another of Swain’s men asked as he came in.

“Let me worry about that, Max,” Swain told him. “But Jas will watch as you and the others play with his little toy. Hear her each time she begs for you all to stop before you repay his favor. And then, I get to repay him.”

Several hours later Jas and Lana had pulled off to a gas station and soon he got to see yet another side of her he hadn’t expected.

Not more than seconds after Lana had climbed off of the bike to stretch her legs, a familiar song began to descend from the above speakers and almost immediately her body reacted as it only knew how.

Jas could only watch Lana as she moved in time with the music. Her arms bent and behind her head, her chest and hips swaying while she left her feet firmly planted on the concrete.

He could see her eyes were closed as she listened to the song and had to fight from going over to her. It would be a good excuse to get her in his arms again if he joined her. But he knew if he held her then, he’d never let go.

Jas managed to take his eyes off of her just before her eyes opened again and just before he overfilled his gas tank.

“I love that song,” Lana said as she tried to get her body to stop swaying completely once it was done.

“I could see that,” he told her.

“Nothing too embarrassing, I hope,” she said.

“Not at all. Ready?”

“Yeah.” She knew he had to have been watching, but somehow she wasn’t embarrassed by the notion. Though she had wished that he would join her and she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t. All she could hope now was that she could talk him into it at dinner.

“This feels good,” Jas said as they slid into a booth in another bar several minutes later. “Just getting to sit for more than a few minutes without the threat of another storm.”

“I don’t know, I kind of liked it last night,” she said. “Gave us a chance to find out who we’re really sharing these beds with.”

“You’re right,” he said. “But at the same time it cost us about a day on the road and right now that’s a little bothersome.”

“Hey, we’re gonna be okay,” she told him. “We’ve stayed ahead of them this far, right?”

“I’d feel a lot better if Swain wasn’t the type to lay in wait,” he said.

“I think I might have a way to take your mind off Swain and his guys for a while,” she said. Only she didn’t say it with a mischievous grin or seductive gleam. Just a certainty that made Jas curious.

“I’m listening.”

“After dinner I want to dance,” she said. “And this time, I want to dance with you.”

“Okay,” he agreed.

Just a half an hour later, Lana got her dance with the man she was quickly realizing to be the man of her dreams.

They began swaying to the slow song together with Jas leading. He had taken her hand in his and they quickly became more lost in each others’ eyes than in the song or dance.

Before the song had even ended, Lana had taken her hand from his and coiled her arms behind him, resting her head against his chest. And she couldn’t help but smile at hearing his increased heartbeat, wondering if he was hearing or feeling hers in return.

Jas’ arms laced around her in reply, knowing he would never tire of feeling her against him. But at the same time the fear that had entered his mind at the gas station crept back. He wasn’t sure if he could let go of her, knowing already he didn’t want to have to.

“Another great song,” Lana said finally when it ended.

“I was afraid of this,” Jas replied.

“Of what?” she asked as she pulled back slightly to look up at him, comforted at still feeling his strong arms around her.

“Maybe it’s because we’re in a bar that looks a little like the first, but I don’t think I can let go,” he admitted.

Lana smiled softly, moved her lips to his left ear and whispered, “You never have to, Jas.”

He couldn’t entirely tell if it was her words, the fact that she meant them or how her breath had fallen on the shell of his ear, but a sharp bolt of ecstasy shot through him and before either knew it, his lips had swooped down to claim hers and Lana was kissing him back despite her surprise.

When they parted minutes later they both knew they didn’t have to say anything else right then. There were only three words for them to say and they were shining in their brown orbs too brightly to be ignored as they looked to each other.

Neither knew how it was possible after only four days, but it was obvious it had happened. Both also knew that it was too late to go back, to undue any of this, but neither wanted to as it was and were in fact thankful it couldn’t be taken back.

“All right, you two,” the young bartender said, her voice breaking into their shared thoughts. “Bar’s closed. Time for you to go.”

“It’s only 9 o’clock,” Jas said as he glanced to his watch.

“Maybe where you’re from, but it’s midnight here, loverboy,” she told him.

“Guess we should go,” Lana said softly.

“I guess that’s what we get for a late start,” he commented as they headed towards the door, his right arm still around her as her left was still around him.

“But we covered a lot of ground today, that’s something to be thankful for,” she said.

“I’d still feel better if we’d covered more, yesterday,” he replied.

“Let’s just find a place to rest tonight and get an actual early start tomorrow,” she told him as they climbed onto his motorcycle, wanting him to stay as relaxed as he had been during their dance.