Read Online After the Ride (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas - Free Book Online
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
Ads: Link
calm and tranquil now that she knew that Paul was back, now that he had held her close. Why couldn’t Blake love her like that? Was it really so wrong that she had gone after him? Even if it was, shouldn’t he just be relieved to have her away from the Demon Dogs and back in his arms? But one look towards the flapping fold of the tent gave no sign that Blake was returning, and Lauren sighed sadly as Callie knelt before her and twirled a lock of her hair between her fingers.
“Boys are doing what they have to for you,” Callie said. “For us.”
“What does that mean?” Lauren asked. “Where are we going now?”
Callie filled a basin with water and flung a cloth over her shoulder. Grace took Lauren’s hand in hers as Callie stroked her face.
“Deep cover,” Callie said. “It happens.”
Lauren started to ask why when Grace beat her to the punch.
“So you’ve done this before?” Grace asked.
Callie’s face clouded over with a memory, and her voice sounded flat as she recounted a waking dream.
“Once,” Callie started. “Joe said that we needed to lay low when another crew started to close in.”
“Demon Dogs?” Lauren asked.
Callie shook her head sadly.
“Another crew,” Callie said. “Even rougher if you can believe it.”
Just the thought seemed impossible, and Lauren started to press the point when Callie stroked her face and shot her a sweet smile.
“Not now,” Callie said. “Let’s clean you up.”
“But I need to—”
“Right now you need to rest,” Callie continued. “And I need to bring this swelling down. Can’t have Blake’s girl looking anything less than pretty.”
Lauren relaxed into the feel of the cool damp cloth pressing against her flesh. Callie wiped around her bruise, and Lauren’s mind turned to the other parts of her body, her back, her breasts, her cunt. Maybe they hadn’t been completely violated, but she still trembled when she thought of unwanted hands pressing against her skin.
Into her flesh.
“Lauren?”
“I’m fine,” she said. Lied. Blake wouldn’t be surprised, and as she hung her head, Grace was at her side, her whisper warm against Lauren’s ear.
“You will be,” Grace promised.
Callie filled the cloth with a generous handful of ice. Tying the fabric off at the end, she crafted an ice pack and held it to Lauren’s cheek.
“Christ,” Lauren said through gritted teeth as the cold seemed to burn through the cloth as it assailed her sensitive skin. Grace held her hand tighter, and soon Lauren’s battered flesh acclimated to the cold, and there was no stinging. Just a soothing cool that nearly made her forget what had gone down and the mysterious destination lying ahead.
“Feels good, right?” Callie asked.
Lauren nodded, and Callie took her free hand and centered her fingers on the cold cloth.
“Can you hold that there for me?” Callie asked. “Just like that.”
“Sure,” Lauren said. “No problem.”
“That’s a good girl,” Callie said as she patted her leg. The stout redhead was suddenly on her feet, and Lauren watched with Grace at her side as Callie resumed what had obviously been an interrupted task. As Callie clumsily folded her clothes, basically stuffed them into two battered suitcases, Lauren strained her ear to the sounds of the breakdown just outside the tent. She heard Paul giving orders and various Night Riders answering him with affirmatives. But not one answer sounded like it came from Blake.
Where is he? What if he’s not coming back?
The thought of that brought a lump to her throat, and Lauren was about find her way to her feet. Injury or not, she would try to find him.
I have to…
Grace slipped closer to her side and spoke in a hushed, worried voice.
“Where did they take you?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Lauren confessed. “Their clubhouse or
“Boys are doing what they have to for you,” Callie said. “For us.”
“What does that mean?” Lauren asked. “Where are we going now?”
Callie filled a basin with water and flung a cloth over her shoulder. Grace took Lauren’s hand in hers as Callie stroked her face.
“Deep cover,” Callie said. “It happens.”
Lauren started to ask why when Grace beat her to the punch.
“So you’ve done this before?” Grace asked.
Callie’s face clouded over with a memory, and her voice sounded flat as she recounted a waking dream.
“Once,” Callie started. “Joe said that we needed to lay low when another crew started to close in.”
“Demon Dogs?” Lauren asked.
Callie shook her head sadly.
“Another crew,” Callie said. “Even rougher if you can believe it.”
Just the thought seemed impossible, and Lauren started to press the point when Callie stroked her face and shot her a sweet smile.
“Not now,” Callie said. “Let’s clean you up.”
“But I need to—”
“Right now you need to rest,” Callie continued. “And I need to bring this swelling down. Can’t have Blake’s girl looking anything less than pretty.”
Lauren relaxed into the feel of the cool damp cloth pressing against her flesh. Callie wiped around her bruise, and Lauren’s mind turned to the other parts of her body, her back, her breasts, her cunt. Maybe they hadn’t been completely violated, but she still trembled when she thought of unwanted hands pressing against her skin.
Into her flesh.
“Lauren?”
“I’m fine,” she said. Lied. Blake wouldn’t be surprised, and as she hung her head, Grace was at her side, her whisper warm against Lauren’s ear.
“You will be,” Grace promised.
Callie filled the cloth with a generous handful of ice. Tying the fabric off at the end, she crafted an ice pack and held it to Lauren’s cheek.
“Christ,” Lauren said through gritted teeth as the cold seemed to burn through the cloth as it assailed her sensitive skin. Grace held her hand tighter, and soon Lauren’s battered flesh acclimated to the cold, and there was no stinging. Just a soothing cool that nearly made her forget what had gone down and the mysterious destination lying ahead.
“Feels good, right?” Callie asked.
Lauren nodded, and Callie took her free hand and centered her fingers on the cold cloth.
“Can you hold that there for me?” Callie asked. “Just like that.”
“Sure,” Lauren said. “No problem.”
“That’s a good girl,” Callie said as she patted her leg. The stout redhead was suddenly on her feet, and Lauren watched with Grace at her side as Callie resumed what had obviously been an interrupted task. As Callie clumsily folded her clothes, basically stuffed them into two battered suitcases, Lauren strained her ear to the sounds of the breakdown just outside the tent. She heard Paul giving orders and various Night Riders answering him with affirmatives. But not one answer sounded like it came from Blake.
Where is he? What if he’s not coming back?
The thought of that brought a lump to her throat, and Lauren was about find her way to her feet. Injury or not, she would try to find him.
I have to…
Grace slipped closer to her side and spoke in a hushed, worried voice.
“Where did they take you?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Lauren confessed. “Their clubhouse or
Similar Books
