Chapter 17

Seventeen

Regan

R ook was still following me. I hadn't been sure if he had truly grown bored with me, but then I got home last night to find the box of cookies on my pillows and knew they were from him.

So instead of waiting around for him to show up again, I decided it was time that I did a little stalking myself. I didn't know much about him, and I couldn't find anything about when the next Syndicate bike night would be. He had mentioned that he and his friends owned a motorcycle shop in town and I knew what his bike looked like, so I felt like I had a pretty good chance of finding him.

The driver pulled up, and I slid into the back seat. He had driven me a few times, so I knew him well enough, but I still leaned forward, ready to give him instructions. "I have to do something today that I would prefer my dad not know about. Is that an issue?"

"No, ma'am. Not an issue at all. You called me for the day. I work for you today."

"Perfect. I want to start by driving past a few shops. Then we might be out for the day. I'm not sure yet."

"Not a problem," he said, pulling out. "Just tell me where to go first."

We drove around for another two hours, and I still had no luck. We had gone past three different mechanic shops which were definitely not Rook's, and I got more frustrated with each one. We were headed back across town when I saw the bike a few cars ahead of us.

"Wait!" I yelled before the driver turned. "Follow that guy."

"On the bike?"

"Yeah, stay close to him."

The bike wasn't blacked out like Rook's, but something about it still caught my attention. Then I realized the helmet and jacket matched the one Rook wore. It wasn't a far-fetched idea to think he had multiple bikes, but I still wasn't sure it could be him.

We followed for a few blocks, watching as he weaved through traffic before we would catch back up to him. Another three blocks and we were right behind him, waiting for the light to change so we could turn left.

The rider hit the kickstand, leaning the bike to get off. I held my breath as he walked back to my car, opening his jacket and pulling out a gun as he used it to tap on the driver's window.

"Why are you following me?" he asked, setting the gun along the windowsill.

"He's not looking for anyone!" I yelled, feeling bad for my driver. "I am!"

His head cocked, the helmet still not showing me if it was Rook, but I was almost positive it was. He stood back up, taking a few steps to the back door and pulling it open. He leaned down in the open door, not saying a word as he watched me.

Finally, he pulled off the helmet. Dark hair fell over his forehead, the angry, tired look in his eyes almost making me feel bad for how tired he seemed.

"Rook," I breathed in relief.

"Are you stalking me, Rebel?"

"Trying, but you are hard to find."

"Yeah, I do that on purpose. You going to keep following me?"

"Yes."

He smirked. "Interesting. Fine." He slid out, slamming the door shut. The window to the driver had stayed open, and Rook leaned down to him. "I suggest staying back at the next stop. I would hate for anything to happen to her."

The driver only nodded, quiet as Rook headed back to the bike and got on. The light had already changed back to red, but Rook took off anyway.

"Follow him!" I yelled, watching him speed down the road.

We stayed close for another ten minutes before Rook pulled up to a warehouse. He swung off his bike and glanced back at me. The small cutesy wave was a harsh contrast to the gun in the other hand. I stayed frozen in my seat, watching as he walked in. He was gone for maybe ten minutes. One loud pop echoed around us, and then he walked out, getting on the bike and pulling out like nothing had happened.

"Was that a gunshot?" I asked, not really knowing if the driver would give me an answer.

"I believe so," my driver said, pulling out after him, winding through town until we pulled up in front of one of the motorcycle shops. I felt like I had barely taken a breath the entire time, the anticipation killing me.

Rook parked the bike and got off, heading inside without a glance back at me, but I caught up to him fast.

"You shouldn't be following me, Regan. You won't like anything that you learn."

He swung the door open, and I ran inside, following after him into the front of a motorcycle shop. Maverick Moto. It had been on my list, but I had found Rook first. I glanced around. The place was nicer than I had been expecting. No one would know the terrible things the people who ran it did.

"You've been stalking me. It's only fair that I stalked you a little," I said, nearly yelling as he walked behind the counter.

He turned, the rage on his face making my mouth go dry. He was fast, stepping around the counter and behind me before I could say another word. One arm wrapped hard around my waist, the other hand clamped over my mouth as he walked me through the back door into an open garage, my legs nearly off the ground as we went.

"If you're going to be in my life, you are going to have to learn more discretion," he hissed. "I've already made this clear."

I bit at his hand, but he didn't react, so I bit down harder.

"That will do nothing, Rebel. Well, not nothing, but I don't think your desired effect is getting my dick hard. Are you going to keep your mouth shut now?"

I nodded, and he finally dropped his hand. I threw my elbow back, hitting him in the sternum, which gave me a second to break free and face him.

"Who said I wanted to be in your life?"

He shook his head and clutched his chest for a second before that dark, menacing smile twisted back on his face.

"You did when you stalked me. You are such a brat. And unfortunately for you, I like when you get rough," he said, grabbing me again. He spun me, leaning down and throwing me over his shoulder before I had a second to react.

The skirt I was wearing fell to the side, leaving one leg exposed to him. I couldn't see him, but I felt the moment he turned and bit down on my thigh.

I yelled out, the pain radiating before he kissed it once. "Sorry, baby. Those damn intrusive thoughts won when I saw this beautiful ass."

He stopped, bouncing me once to readjust his grip before heading back down the hall.

"Rook!" I yelled. He smacked my ass in response before setting me down. "What was that one for?"

"Stalking me." He sat back behind a desk, watching me as I took in the room. His bike was parked in the corner of the office, and he eyed me as I walked towards it.

"Why is this in here?"

"I used a backup bike today because I was trying to not be recognized. And I don't risk any client or customer walking in and fucking with my things while I'm gone. I don't trust anyone who walks in here."

"Including me?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"But you still let me come back here?"

"I didn't have a choice when you're yelling out my personal business."

"So if I would have walked in and said hello, you wouldn't have brought me back here?"

I reached out, ready to run my hand over the bike, but he stopped me.

"Touch my bike and I touch you."

I felt brave. The way Rook always pushed me to be scared of him had worked—until now. My hand dropped, my fingers running along the handles to the tank.

"It's honestly crazy how fast you go on this. No seatbelts, nothing around you to hold you in if you crash, but you willingly do it." I moved to the back, the small seat where I had sat looking as ridiculous as it felt under my ass. I still hadn't sat where he usually did. I looked back over my shoulder at him, his face unreadable as he watched me, but I smiled.

"Why did I come home last night to find my favorite cookies on my bed?" I asked, lifting my skirt up and swinging my leg over the giant bike to hop into the seat. It was leaning to the side, the kickstand holding it up as I put my feet on the pegs.

He sat back in his chair, his eyes heavy and unwavering as they locked onto mine. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine.

"How would I know?" he asked.

"Because you're the one that put them there."

"Can you prove that?"

"No, but I don't know anyone else who would have done that for me."

"Interesting," he said with a smirk. "But you also think I'm going to kill you?"

"Yeah, I've wondered."

"Yet you came to hunt me down. To what? Sit on my bike? Pretend you belong there? Why follow me and come here?"

I leaned back, my hands propping me up on the small seat behind me.His dark gaze stayed fixed on me, his lips curved into a sly smile.

"I wanted to say thank you."

"For breaking into your house? Anytime."

"You know that's not what I meant. I thought if I touched the bike, you were going to touch me?"

"Oh, I will."

"When?"

"When you beg for it."

"What if I don't?"

"Then, whenever you demand it. What are you wearing under that?" he asked, nodding to the long skirt I had on. I went with something that made me feel a little more stalker-ish than one of my normal outfits, and settled on black boots, a long silky skirt, and a t-shirt.

"Nothing," I finally answered, feeling even more daring.

"Lift it all the way."

I had already bunched it at my hips, but I lifted it higher now, not even hesitating to follow his command.

"Good, now lean back and spread your legs more."

I couldn't help the thrill that ran through me. "For what?" I asked, breathless.

"So I can watch you get yourself off." There was nothing but confidence in his tone. Then again, pushing boundaries seemed to be fun for him.

"Here?"

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes heavy as he watched me. "Yes, right there."

"And you are going to sit there and watch?" I asked, still not believing this was what he was asking me to do.

"Yes."

"I'll be so on display."

"That's the point. You're mine to be on display for. I want to watch your face when you come. Mine was too buried in you to see last time."

"You think I'm yours?"

"I think you're in my office, on my bike, getting yourself off to the thought of me touching you. What else do you need to be considered mine? Go ahead, Rebel."

A shiver ran through me at his words, and without another thought, my hand moved down and pushed my skirt up out of the way more. "What am I supposed to be getting off with?"

"You don't like your fingers? You want to be filled better than that?" he asked, smiling as he stood up and stalked around the table to me. "Oh, that's right. You like toys, don't you, Rebel? You like to be stretched and filled."

I nodded, hoping that would mean he would come fill me himself, but he only clicked his tongue.

"Such a greedy thing. Reach into that bag behind you."

"For what?" I asked, already reaching back.

"Just grab what's in the bag," he said, smiling.

I listened, pulling out a new wrench. My eyes went wide as he stepped up next to me. "You want me to use this ?"

He laughed, taking it out of my hand. "I had something else in mind, but let me see if this will work." The cool metal trailed up my thigh. "Is this going to get you off? Is this going to make you come hard until you cover my bike?"

His words spurred me on, making me wet as he ran one hand over my thigh.

I shook my head no, my mouth dropping open as he moved the wrench higher. I hissed as it pushed against my entrance. "Rook, that's cold."

He pushed more, the handle slipping into me with ease.

"Get yourself off, Rebel," he said, moving my fingers over my clit. "Think about how much you liked my mouth on you."

My fingers moved in slow circles, my body already coiling, desperate to feel the relief I knew would come.

"Such a pretty slut, desperate to get off again, aren't you?" he asked, pushing the handle of the wrench deeper. "But it's still not enough for you. You want to be filled and stretched hard."

I could only whimper. My hips pushed to take more as I continued the agonizing circles around my clit. The orgasm was teasing me, making my head fall back and my hand move faster.

"Is this enough? I want you to have my bike dripping."

I shook my head again. "No," I breathed with a moan. "Not enough."

He leaned down, his tongue swiping deep against me as he reached into the bag to pull something else out. I pushed up, burying his face more before he pulled away with a laugh. "That pussy is so desperate to be filled. I can't wait for you to come all over my cock. You're going to cry and scream when I fill you. When I bury myself so deep in you and fill you. My pretty little slut used and covered in cum."

He grabbed my hand, replacing the wrench with a brand new vibrator in it before stepping back.

"Use it," he demanded. "Let me watch you stretch yourself around it and make my bike drip."

I didn't even care if he told me to or not. My body was so tight, so needy, that I was desperate to get off. I leaned back, my hand still rubbing my clit as the vibrator clicked on and I pushed it hard and deep into myself.

I cried out, already ready to come. Rook stepped closer, his hand wrapping around my neck and forcing me to lean back more.

"Don't come unless you know you will coat my bike. Don't waste my time on a quick orgasm that barely gets you off. I want it dripping so much I could lick it off the floor or I want nothing at all."

His hand tightened on my neck, cutting off my air just enough to make me feel a little high. I picked up my pace, fucking myself faster now as I rubbed my clit harder. It took seconds, then white stars exploded as my eyes snapped shut. My body tightened and shattered, the same rush of liquid coming as I gasped for air against Rook's hand.

"That's good, baby. You did perfect. Look at my bike, it's fucking soaked. I want to get on my knees and lap it up, but I'll just clean you off instead."

He leaned down, sucking and licking every inch of me until he pulled away.

"Come on," he said, pulling me off.

"What about the mess?"

"Mess? That's a goddamn work of art. My bike won't be cleaned ever again."

He dropped down into his office chair, pulling me in front of him. I stood awkwardly, still on a high from my orgasm and not sure what to do after putting on such a show for him.

"On your knees," he said.

I listened, dropping down onto my knees and immediately reaching for the button of his jeans.

His hand caught my wrist, the scowl on his face unreadable. "There's scarring on my legs, too. Just so you don't start screaming about it."

I nodded, still working to take off his jeans. "I wouldn't scream."

The button finally gave, his jeans falling open, and I was quick to reach in.I pulled out his cock. The length alone made me nervous if I would fit it all.

"So eager to get my cock, aren't you, Rebel?"

I nodded, licking my lips as I stroked him once.

He grabbed my chin, his fingers squeezing my cheeks. "Have you ever had this mouth used and fucked? Have you ever had a man worship it with his fucking cock?"

I tried to shake my head, but he forced it still. "No. Nothing like that," I whispered.

He leaned forward, looking me over and squeezing my face harder until my mouth opened.

"It's about to be used," he said, letting a line of spit drop from his mouth to mine. "And you will not stop until your throat is coated in cum. Understand?"

I nodded again.

He pulled my face closer until my lips met the head of his cock, and then pushed his fingers deeper into my cheeks, hollowing them out as my mouth wrapped around him.

He groaned, his hand sliding around until he had a handful of my hair. "Oh, fuck," he muttered as he pressed me further down onto him. "I want to see you take it all. Fucking choke, baby. Show me you want it all. I promise every inch you bury in that throat will be buried in that pussy one day."

I moaned against him, pulling him deeper down my throat. I wanted it all. I wanted to get him off better than he ever had before, and I wanted him to be desperate for more like I was for him.

"Good girl. I like hearing you struggle to take it all," he groaned, thrusting hard once before slowing. "You're so eager to please me, aren't you? I like watching what you like and now you're doing the same for me. I want your hand wrapped around me, and I want you to suck until your mouth is sore."

I listened, wrapping my hand near the base and pulling the rest into my mouth. I moved in tandem, my hand slick as spit ran down his length. He groaned, pushing in rhythm with me until he pulled my hand away. "Take it now, baby." I slipped him deeper as cum coated my tongue. He held me in place, making me swallow every drop so I didn't choke.

I kept sucking, not knowing exactly when to stop until he grabbed my hair and pulled me back. "Trying to kill me?"

"Just making sure you were done," I said, pulling back to catch my breath. His thumb swiped over my lip, wiping away anything that had dripped before he fixed his jeans.

"Come on," he said, pulling me up and onto his lap. "Let me catch my breath."

"Hopefully that means it was okay for you?" I asked, cringing at the question. I didn't think I wanted the answer to it.

He gave a quiet laugh, smoothing out my skirt. "Best I've ever had. Don't get all shy now. I just watched you cum all over my bike. There's no being shy about that."

"There is, if I worry that I pale in comparison to the other women you run around with."

He laughed again, the soft exhale tickling my arm. "Isn't it funny how we always build up interactions in our mind? We think they are good, maybe great even. Until you have the really amazing thing, though, it's hard to make an accurate comparison. Then, once you have the amazing thing, it would be impossible to go back and think that first thing was even okay, let alone great."

"You lost me," I said, suddenly under the impression that I could be the amazing thing he was talking about until my anxiety kicked in and I thought I was being stupid for thinking he could be saying that about me.

A thump jolted me out of my thoughts and we both looked towards the door.

"Rook! We have to go," a guy yelled from the other side of the door.

"I'm not going anywhere," Rook said, running a hand up my neck.

"We don't have a choice. Now, Rook."

"Fuck," he mumbled. "I fucking hate this place sometimes. Come on, I'll bring you up front."

"I can walk myself," I said, a sting of rejection making me glare at him.

"And I can walk you up front."

"If you walk me up now, looking like this, people are going to make guesses about what happened."

"Yes, they are, and I'm thrilled that some of those guesses will be right," he said, pulling open the door. "Little rebel girl likes to get off on motorcycles and get on her knees," he said, coming up behind me and pushing me out of the office. "She likes to suck until her mouth is full of cum."

"Rook," I hissed. "Shut up before they hear you."

"No, I want the world to know you hunted me down to be my pretty little slut."

"I did not!" I yelled, and two of the guys glanced our way.

"For me, you are and will be."

"What if I don't want to be yours?" My teeth ground together as the ache between my thighs grew.

His hand wrapped into my hair, bending me over the bike next to us.

"Then I suggest not hunting me down to swallow my cock," he said, his other hand sliding down my side. "It really gives mixed signals."

"Rook, people can see us."

"So? What are they going to do about it? They already know they can't touch you."

He pulled me back up, spinning me around to face him so he could kiss me.

"Why?" I asked, trying to catch my breath again.

"Because you're mine. Off-limits to them. Off-limits to anyone until I'm done with you."

"Until you're done with me?" I rolled my eyes, but my stomach fluttered. "How romantic."

"Isn't it?"

"And if I want to be with someone else?"

He stepped back, his hand moving to my lower back as we headed out front. "He's going to really hate you when I cut off every part of him that touches you."

"You're not serious."

"A week ago, you were terrified of me for doing similar things. Now, you seem to think of it more as a joke."

"I think my humor is a coping mechanism," I said.

"So if I start laughing when I cut off body parts, does that count as therapy?"

"No, going to therapy counts as therapy. Cutting people up counts as murder."

We made it to the car, and he opened the door for me.

"Could you imagine the depression I would give a therapist?" He leaned down, kissing me once. "Thanks for stalking me. I never realized how fun it could be to be on the receiving end. I'll talk to you later."

I got in and pulled out, looking back a few times as waves of heat washed over me. My mind raced with thoughts of him, each one only making me more interested in a world I never thought I wanted, but now couldn't resist.