15. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Emm

F or the next few days I did my usual. I continued to infiltrate the town, concentrating more on the townspeople than the Iron Fang this time. Although, somehow, the ladies of the club would lead me back, or my body gravitate, toward the bar by the end of the day for a last meal.

I talked to Garret again at the grocery store. I frequented the establishment, but made sure to use their self-checkout, more often when I had to buy another burner phone, to make sure I didn't look too suspicious.

Garret was more than happy to talk about the Iron Fang the more he saw me. He praised the cult biker bar for keeping the town clean and saving his life, but never went into more detail that I really needed. None of the townspeople did. They either didn't know or gave roundabout answers.

They seemed rehearsed, giving the same vague answers repeatedly. Should it surprise me? At this point, no it didn't, because this whole town was something magical, just like the subreddit page said. There was a magical mist to the town and everyone in it. I had become Alice in this messed-up scenario.

After becoming stressed and, beyond, frustrated that my search was coming up with nothing, I asked Garret if he knew of anyone named Locke. He paused, like his brain had to reboot and finally, he drew in a long breath and rung up my bottles of water for the day.

"You know, it sounds familiar, but I can't say that I know him."

When he told me that, I wanted to shake the kid. This job was going to take more than a month: it was going to take longer because now I was beginning to understand why the price was so high on this man's head. He was untraceable. This was a dead fucking end.

On top of it all, when I spoke to Elena the night before, she'd been able to bring up in conversation with Abuela, who Reyes Claudio was– the male that was buried out back behind my RV.

Abuela did not know, and she told Elena she better not fall for another man soon, because her soulmate was going to come find her.

I could only handle so much crazy right now, and I was at my tipping point. Not that it mattered because tonight was Ladies' Night at the bar, and on this Ladies' Night, the men were welcome to come entertain said single ladies.

Well. Fuck. Me.

And literally, because I was a hot, wet mess down south, and I think if I could find me a man tonight to let off some frustration, it would be better for everyone.

It didn't help that my libido shot up ten points in the last couple days and with Fenrir wanting to be by my side when I was at the campsite, I couldn't very well take care of business with him there.

Or could I? Do animals notice that sort of thing?

Not that I could fuck myself with anything. Fenrir put holes in The Prolapser, and I did not need an infection from wolf saliva. No offense to Fenrir, even though he's been getting heavy doses of antibiotics.

I was sure one biker would have some big-dick energy that I could satisfy myself with tonight. I'd shaved in all the right places and put on the sexiest pair of lingerie I could find. I just hoped I would find a man that could handle all of this.

When I stepped into the bar, the party was already going. The sun had already set and, since the lift on the mandatory curfew days ago so that people could stay out past sunset, I wanted to be fashionably late.

The atmosphere was electric, with pulsating music filling the air and pulsing lights illuminating the room. The dance floor was packed, filled with individuals moving and swaying to the rhythm. The live band on stage was delivering an energetic performance, captivating the crowd with their talent and infectious energy.

As I made my way further into the bar, I noticed vibrant signs scattered throughout, boldly announcing "Ladies Drink Free" in eye-catching fonts and colors. The bar was buzzing with excitement and laughter. It was clear that this was the place to be for a night of lively entertainment.

The one strobing light crossed the dance floor. Men sat talking amongst themselves around wooden tables. Their eyes were fixed on the dance floor, watching the women but not intervening. Women, radiating confidence, gracefully pulled men from their seats, hopping and jumping with excitement with each step. With warm smiles, the men obliged, while their faces lighting up as they relished in the attention.

The women were comfortable. It was good to see that.

When I found a seat at the bar, I searched for Anaki. He wasn't behind the bar, but this time on top. He didn't have a shirt on, he was sweating and damn pole dancing. My eyes went wide as he and several other guys were humping the different poles spread out on the bar, and the ladies were eating it up.

As Anaki caught sight of me, he swiftly ducked behind the gleaming bar counter, his agile movements accentuated by his glistening, oil-slicked skin. Beads of sweat cascaded down his face, adding a subtle sheen to his features. Leaning over the counter, he locked eyes with me and playfully winked, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Well, hello there, sugar. You made it."

I cleared my throat and looked away. He was a good-looking guy, but he didn't make my pussy flutter. He had become a good friend, someone fun to joke around with and seeing him—like this - was different.

"Aw, come on, can't handle me at my worst. You don't deserve me at my best!" Anaki rubbed his hand down his abs. "But, really, I think this is my best."

I snorted and pushed at his bare shoulder. "Just get me my drink, you perv."

In a few short minutes, he returned to my side of the bar and held out a Pina Colada. I raised my eyebrow and took the fruity drink. "I know you have more than one drink. It depends on your mood."

My lips parted, but he tapped the bar before he hopped back on it again and started rubbing his body up and down the pole, with the women in the bar going wild for him.

Ten minutes passed and I saw people continue to come through the door. The bar was packed, filled with mostly women and the bikers who stay here. The men of the town weren't allowed in, only the club members. Which I found strange, but I guess this was a haven for women to let loose and party since the men here are supposed to be saviors.

It didn't take long for Journey and Delilah to find me. They were in way too deep already with their alcohol and luckily Delilah's baby isn't here. Nadia told me earlier she wasn't going to make it because she had a hard time with loud noises. Bear and Nadia volunteered to watch Hannah and take her up to their cabin in the mountains.

"Another!" Journey handed me another shot.

I'd lost count how many I had drunk, but I knew I was feeling tipsy and that I shouldn't drink any more. I needed to still know my surroundings; at least try to work.

"Here, have a blow job, too!" Delilah yelled over the music. A shot glass with whipped cream slid down the bar and Delilah shoved it into my mouth.

"Dios Mio, I'm not as young as you two. I won't wake up in the morning!" I licked the whipped cream off my face.

"You're not old!" Delilah licked the salt off her hand. "You are like a few years older than us, right?"

Journey stared at Delilah like she was crazy, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Sure, hun, whatever you think." I took a sip of water to cleanse my palate. "I'm going to go run to the ladies' room."

Journey grabbed my arm and shook it. "Be quick! They are getting ready to do body shots!"

Delilah squealed and clapped her hands. "Oh, these are so fun! Yes, hurry and come right back. Right here." She poked my leather skirt several times and then finally the wood of my seat.

I laughed, slid off and made my way through the throng of people. I cut through the dance floor; the bodies were moving enough that it was easier to slide through. But, when people rubbed up against my body, I felt my skin light on fire.

I should have taken care of myself before I left the campsite.

Why was I so damn horny?

As I reached the hallway that held the bathrooms, I pushed my skirt down to straighten out the wrinkles, hoping to regain a sense of composure. The dimly lit hallway felt eerie, casting long shadows that seemed to dance ominously on the walls. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, and a sense of unease washed over me.

In the darkness, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight up. A sudden gust of cold air sent shivers down my spine, as if invisible hands were wrapping themselves around my breasts, tightening the grip on my chest. Goosebumps formed on my arms, and a primal instinct urged me to flee from the mysterious presence that seemed to lurk in the shadows.

My breath caught when my hand wrapped around the doorknob and the heat of a body enveloped me. My hand reached back, an instinct to grab the assailant and switch from defense to offense. But, they were quick as lightning, faster than I have ever encountered. They pulled my hands behind me with one of their hands, their hips pushed into my ass and I felt a very large, prominent erection digging into me.

I gasped, but I didn't scream. Not when the sense of wilderness, untamed nature and raw masculinity invaded my senses. The arm snaked up between my breasts and their hand wrapped around my neck. The hand was thick and muscular, and instantly I felt my body wanting to surrender to the dominating aura pressing me to the door.

What. The. Hell.

I blinked several times, trying to regain my composure. I tried again to turn around to see who had me pinned against the door, but his grip tightened, stopping me in my tracks.

I moaned and there was a sense of familiarity in this body, this heat. I continued to struggle and I heard a low, reverberating chuckle in his throat.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to find my voice. "W-who are you?"

He said nothing, but kept me pinned against the door. He prevented me from seeing what he was doing, but I could feel it. His head dipped and his teeth pulled at my top so my shoulder was bare. The heat from his breath traveled between my cleavage and I let out a whimper.

Oh no. Do not submit.

He breathed heavily, his lips pressed against my neck and trailed down my shoulder.

"Oh, oh, what are you doing?" I pressed my thighs together.

Because, God, I was going to come just from him kissing my shoulder. Why was I that desperate? What was wrong with me?

My underwear was soaked, I could feel my heartbeat in my clit, all because a stranger had me pinned against the bathroom door.

The Iron Fang was supposed to be a safe place, but was it safe? They had a perv back in the bathroom area rubbing up against me!

But, you want it, Emmie. You want this faceless man to keep up with these ministrations; you are just too chicken to admit it.

Did that bother me, right now? Obviously not, because I had one needy pussy and I let intuition go out the window. The tension in my body released, and I let him pin me against the wall further without fight. With his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, he let go of my wrists and used his hand to cup my breast.

I whined, needily.

My breath hitched as I felt his rough fingers tweak my nipple, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my body. My eyes searched the darkness, trying to determine the identity of this mysterious man. His body was muscular and powerful, with muscles that rippled beneath his clothes. A faint scent of smoke and sweat hung in the air, adding to the allure of this forbidden encounter.

I've had my share of companions over the years, but I haven't had one this muscular before. Few men want a woman as extra as me.

As his lips traced the line of my jaw, down to the sensitive spot below my ear, I panicked. What was I doing? I was risking everything, including my safety, for this fleeting moment of sexual hunger. But the pleasure I was experiencing was too intense to resist.

His hand trailed from my breast and across my soft stomach, but before he reached that sacred space his hand disappeared. The warmth of his body, his lips from my shoulder—all gone.

I turned, hoping to see him still standing there, but there was nothing. Just me, in an empty hallway and with an extremely upset vagina.

I turned to the wall and balled my fist, punching the thin wall. I left a hole there and let out a menacing growl.

What the hell did I just let happen?

This wasn't me, not me at all! I let someone grope me, and I freaking liked it. I, at least, know the face, know the person before I let anyone ever touch me. But, the touch, and the fire they had in their fingers. It was like he knew what I liked, even knew who I was.

I don't know if I found that disturbing or a turn-on.

I snarled and kicked the door in to use the restroom. First, I gazed into the mirror and wrapped my hand around my neck. There were no bruises, no marks showing that they were ever there. I was almost disappointed. But I think I was more disappointed that I didn't know who the hell that was.

Because if I knew who he was, I would go find him and tell him to meet me out back and get a real party started.

Hmm, does he want that? For me to find him?

Because, I most definitely would.