Mary-Beth nodded, willing to try anything that would help her brother.
“Thank you again,” she exclaimed before proceeding to the door.
“Come on, it’s time to go,” I said firmly, and without meeting my eyes, Mercy followed me down the hallway to the back door of the clubhouse.
I knew this was a risk I was taking—by letting her out and taking her to live in my house, but it wasn’t just about treating Crash or checking in on her grandmother; I wanted to keep her close to me. I didn’t care about what happened to any of the other strippers from Teasers, but I cared about what happened to her.
* * *
“The first time I rode on a bike was last night,” she said when I led her out to my bike at the back. She stood in front of it, staring like it was a foreign object she had never set her eyes on. I didn’t know who had transported her to Fifth Gear last night but it had to be one of the guys from the MC, and nobody had time last night to deal with a scared stripper too afraid to get on a bike. She would have been forced to get on it and ride, and it probably wasn’t a good experience for her.
She looked up at me with a soft smile. “I was scared out of my wits the whole time.”
“Just hold onto me tight; you won’t fall off,” I said and swung my leg over the bike. Her eyes grew wide. I pictured her red dress riding up her thighs while she sat behind me, her arms wrapped around my torso. My cock throbbed in my pants again.
I held a hand out to her and she took it, balancing herself on the back of my bike. Without another word, she wrapped both arms around my torso and scooted in closer to me. She was sitting with her legs spread wide apart on both sides. I imagined her pussy opening, available and hot for my cock.
I revved the engine to a roaring start. The sound made her hold me tighter. The plan was to take her back to my place, but instead, I was beginning to crave a ride.
“Sit tight,” I shouted over my shoulder and we roared out of the parking lot. Mercy pasted herself to me while the wind blew in our faces. In the mirror, I saw she had her eyes closed and her face buried into the back of my shoulder, her long golden hair flying everywhere. I should have warned her about that.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ridden with a chick in the back. The girls I fucked weren’t usually the type I wanted to ride with afterwards. And I hadn’t even fucked Mercy, and it would probably be best if I didn’t fuck her at all.
But while I was staring at her in the mirror, she raised her head and looked at me. Our eyes met and I didn’t know what she was thinking, but she didn’t look away. It even looked like she may have started to enjoy the bike ride.
I revved some more. The bike purred and roared, and I decided to change course. I didn’t want to take her back to my place yet. There was something I wanted to show her, something I believed she deserved after the night she’d had.
* * *
I saw the glow in Mercy’s eyes when she got off the bike by the creek.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed as she stared at the stillness of the water. The sun was setting now and the sky was that particular shade of orange-ish purple that reflects on the water with a shimmer.
I had spent a lot of time by this creek, admiring the shades of colors the sky turned in its reflection, and for some reason I wanted Mercy to experience it too.
She couldn’t take her eyes off it and walked mesmerized to the edge of the creek. I wanted to grab her and pull her back, stop her from getting too close to the water. What was this weird instinctual need to protect her all the time?
What was she doing to me?
These feelings were strange and unwanted. I wasn’t exactly feeling like myself anymore. It was like my mind belonged to someone else, or that she had cast a demented spell on me.
“This is absolutely stunning!” she said and spun around to look at me. “It’s like nothing is moving. Complete silence. I didn’t even know a spot like this existed so close to the city.”
I nodded and went toward her.
“Yeah, it’s the perfect place to come to after I’ve had a long shitty day.”
“Has the day really been that shitty to you?” she asked. I wanted to tell her it hadn’t because I’d met her today, and for some reason, it felt significant.
Maybe it was because she had given us a vital piece of information about the Silver Knights. I didn’t want to entertain the idea that it was because I wanted to fuck her in a way I hadn’t fucked another chick before.
“No, it hasn’t been as shitty as yesterday,” I said and her lips curled in a smile. I wanted to tell her to stop smiling so I could focus on other things instead. Every time she smiled and her eyes glowed, she looked angelic. And then my eyes drifted down to that red dress, her breasts spilling out and her cleavage deep and taut. I wanted to pin her to the ground and pull her knees up so I could drive my cock into her. Over and over again.
She looked away from me and then walked over to pick up a handful of pebbles.
“So if you come here often, you should be good at this,” she said and
