KNOW ME (DEFIANT Motorcycle Club)(7)

wasn’t going to help me for nothing and I sure as hell wasn’t going to eagerly pay

whatever fleshly price he had in mind.  I had Crest’s spirit all right and I’d be

damned if I’d open up and get plowed by some lousy biker hood who was twice my age

just on the off chance he might save my skin for a little while.
I didn’t realize I had stood and was actually yelling these things up at a man who

could easily break me in half until I felt his hard palm against my mouth.  As he

silenced me he pinned my arms behind my back and pushed me against the wall.
“Kira,” he warned, his breath hot on my neck.  “Don’t say something you can’t take

back.”
But I was still thrashing with fiery anger.  I just wanted to get in my car (well, the

car that I’d stolen) and peel out of this desert hellhole.  I wanted to go someplace

clean, someplace where there were no bikes and no jackets, no patches, no brotherhoods.
And then I realized Orion’s breath had quickened and that my breasts were pressed

against the firm, heaving muscles of his chest.  He pushed a knee between my legs and

moved his hips so that I could feel exactly how big he was, how hard he was.  And I

stopped struggling.
Our mouths met in a fury of tongues and need.  The part of me which was shock that

Orion Jackson’s tongue was in my mouth was silenced by the part of me which was dying

for him to do more. I answered the grinding motion of his hips with movement of my own.

Orion broke the kiss abruptly.
“I’m no f*cking gentleman, Kira.”  His forefinger traveled underneath the flimsy

strap of my tank top and with one fluid flick of his wrist the strap broke.  “But I

will help you in more ways than one. If you say yes.”
My breath was coming in hard gasps.  With each one I felt the strain of my nipples

against what remained of the flimsy cotton fabric separating my breasts from his naked

chest.  I fought to steel my voice.  Orion Jackson wasn’t a tender man.  Crying wouldn

’t do any good.  “What exactly would I be agreeing to?”
Orion’s hand snaked around my head and he pulled my hair slightly so that I had no

choice but to meet his gaze square on.  “The way I see it, darlin’, you’ve got a few

options.  I’ll let you leave right now and you can take your chances with the cops and

the SF Outlaws and whatever the f*ck else is out there.”   Orion leaned in and ran his

tongue along the line of my jaw.  I tightened every muscle in my body, trying not to

respond.  “Or, you can become clubhouse entertainment.” He jerked his head toward the

outer room where the other Defiant members remained.  “There’s always room out there

for a girl willing to spread wide as long as she isn’t choosy.  And we’ll even let

you serve drinks in the bar and get your ass groped as a way to earn some cash.”
Orion released me and paused, waiting to see what I would do.  My head dropped.  Who

was I kidding?  Sure, I’d watched men like these my whole life.  I’d listened to

their harsh words, heard the contents of their dirty minds.   I’d seen the way they

casually acquired and discarded their women, rarely sinking into anything resembling a

relationship.  But I’d always been kept separate.  Crest had seen to that.  He had

wanted something different for me; a good life.  In my two years at Berkeley I’d

studied like hell and avoided the messiness that comes with sex and partying.
I chewed on my lower lip.  Look where Crest’s careful attempt at a sheltered life had

gotten me.  To the same place I would have ended up all along; an accessory to the

whims of hard and violent men.  My father was dead and there was no one left who gave a

shit what happened to me.  Still, I had some fire in my gut.  I’d walk out that door

and do what I had to in order to survive.  Unless…
“Is there a third option?”  I asked Orion, flatly meeting his stare.  He had watched

me through my inner struggle with an inscrutable expression.  But at my question a

flicker of something I couldn’t read lit within the depths of his eyes.
“There is,” he told me, pressing himself between my legs again.  “You can belong to

me.”
“Belong to you?” I spat.  “Like some sort of sick sex slave arrangement?”
Orion smiled.  “No,” he shook his head.  “I’ll do things for you, Kira.” His hips

began a slow grind.  “And I’ll f*cking demand that you do things for me.”
I squirmed as my body began to betray me once more.   Perhaps it was the shot I’d

taken.  Or the adrenaline coursing through my blood.  But in spite of the many horrors

of the day and the crazy place I found myself in, I wanted Orion Jackson.  I wanted him

bad.
And he knew it.
Orion brusquely reached into that tight crevice between my legs.  I’d been out with

boys before and endured some terse fumbling in the dark as they experimented.  It never