Night After Night (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas

no other choice but to bury her head in the leather coating his back. Pushing her brow harder, deeper, she thought she heard him moan in something that sounded like discomfort.
     
    “Am I… am I hurting you?” she asked.
     
    Blake either didn’t hear or didn’t care, and Lauren shook off the possibility of his pain and focused on her own need to feel some security in this strange, sudden world. She dug her fingers into the creases of his jacket and tuned out his stifled moans as they rode on.
     
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Eric Shaller riding with his prize. In addition to the makeshift gag, her hands were bound with a crude length of rope, and her breasts trembled as she whipped her head wildly in every direction, her muffled screams begging for help. Eric answered her pleas for mercy with another burst of speed, and the bound girl desperately clung to his belt buckle to keep from falling into the sand. But Eric’s speed was too much for her tiny hands, and as Lauren watched her fall to the road, a scream passed through her lips.
     
    “She’s down!” Lauren cried. “Someone has to help her!”
     
    Blake followed her gaze, and when he saw the crumped girl about to be run over, he hit the brake. Lauren clutched his neck to keep from meeting the same fate, and he jumped off his chopper at the same moment that Eric came to a stop and the rest of the crew finally slowed.
     
    Daring to step off his bike, Lauren thought again of trying to make a run for it in her ridiculously high heels, but she quickly thought better of it, knowing that she wouldn’t get very far.
     
    And she wanted to be sure that–
     
    “Stupid slut!” Eric charged towards his fallen prize, and his hands were rough as he brought her bound and gagged form to his eyes. “What?” he spat. “Don’t want to ride with me? What do I smell bad or something?”
     
    The girl whimpered through her gag, and Eric backhanded her, sending her body back to the asphalt. He kicked her side and curled his hand into a fist. But before he could land the blow, Blake wrestled him back and shoved him into his bike.
     
    “What the fuck his wrong with you?” Blake demanded. “You want her dead before we even get back home?”
     
    The girl cowered into the ground, and Eric flashed a mouthful of bad teeth as he leered at her shaking form. “You want that, slut?” he asked. “You want to die out here in the desert?”
     
    The girl frantically shook her head, and Eric got a strange look in her eye as he pulled her up by the ropes surrounding her small wrists. “No?” he asked. “Let’s put that to the test.”
     
    Lauren watched in horror as he unlooped one strand of rope.
     
    “What are you–?”
     
    “It ain’t so far now,” Eric said. “Let’s give this cunt a workout before I work her over.”
     
    Binding her to the back of his bike, he spit in her hair and started to mount. Urging the bike to attention, he moved forward a few spaces, and the weak girl stumbled to the ground in the same second that he pushed forward. Hearing her muffled cries and the fall of her body, Lauren forgot her own safety, and she ran like a sprint star in her heels, gathering the girl into her arms.
     
    “Don’t do this to her!” Lauren screamed. “Don’t–”
     
    Eric pushed forward, and Lauren clung to the desperate blonde as they were pulled as one through the night. They had barely moved an inch when Blake raced past them. Seizing hold of the handlebars, he wrestled the Eric’s bike from his grasp, and Lauren saw his boots dragging through the sand as he tried to bring the madman and his chopper to a stop with the sheer force of his strength. Lauren’s knees hit the road, and she felt the leather tear as the road’s surface skinned her knees. But she kept her hold on the girl, and she looked up to see Blake fighting to stop Eric from his mission of mayhem.
     
    “Eric! Enough, you prick!”
     
    Eric kept barreling forward, and when