Death Ride (Blue Bandits MC Book 5) Read Online Free Page B

winced as she moved closer but not close enough that he could grab her.
    “No,” she whispered. “I wanted to be sure you were okay.”
    “How sweet. Did Blade send you in here to check thinking it would play on my sympathies? Because if he did, he’s in for a rude awakening. That ship has sailed.” He watched her face in the low lighting as she tried to examine his wrists from a few feet away like she really did care if he was injured.
    “He doesn’t even know I’m in here. He’d be angry if he did,” she said in that husky whisper.
    Death was surprised by the surge of panic that hit him when she said that because despite what she’d done, he didn’t want her hurt. Blade and his crew were likely to do something really nasty to her if they found her here after telling her to stay away and he realized that he didn’t like the idea of that. Unwilling to examine that thought too closely, he glared at her and shifted on the bed trying to sit up.
    His panic made his tone colder than he intended when he spoke. “You need to leave. I’m fine but you won’t be if they catch you in here,” he growled.
    She tilted her head and watched him for a long moment before stepping a bit closer, her hands reaching out to move the chain aside to see the damage he’d done to his wrists. She frowned and let out a tsking sound as she examined them.
    “He won’t hurt me but he wouldn’t like it much either.” Death felt the softness of her fingers gently rubbing over the raw skin on his wrists.
    “Trust me when I say you need to leave. I don’t know how long you’ve been with this crew but I know for a fact they will hurt you if they find you here after they told you not to be. You need to leave, now ,” Death growled, shaking her hands off his wrists while glowering at her.
    She shook her head and looked down his body. Her cheeks suddenly flushed with color and she made a gesture towards his waist.
    “Um, you’re kind of—umm,” she stuttered out, now bright red.
    Death looked down to see that his cock had poked out of the opening in his boxers and he wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. It did answer his question about her being a really good actress though because no one was that good at acting. A wicked idea for getting her to leave came to him and he leaned back eyeing her reddened skin.
    “Well then put it away.”
    “Umm, I can’t—won’t. You do it,” she muttered, her face now cherry red she was so embarrassed. Death watched her take a step back from the bed and her hands came up to gesture that he should put his own cock back in his pants.
    “I would, sugar, but see,” he rattled the chains showing her that they really wouldn’t allow him to reach down and adjust himself. He thought she’d be out of the room in seconds but instead she seemed to steel her backbone and she stepped forward.
    “Right, right. So, um, don’t move then,” she said as she reached out and her soft hand covered his half-hard dick. Holy fuck. Death couldn’t stop his cock from twitching in her hand and hardening completely because the feel of her tiny hand on him was like lightning running through his veins. His breath caught and he watched her attempt to shove his thick member into the opening. It was not cooperating with her at all. It wanted to be touched, caressed, and he knew that when he finally managed to escape he would be taking her with him. He wouldn’t leave her behind to be maimed and left to die because these sick fucks were in the mood to mess up an innocent woman.
    Death was disappointed when she finally managed to shove his randy cock back into the boxers and step back. Her cheeks were beyond red and her hands shook slightly. He, on the other hand, wanted to grab her and roll her beneath him. She was still staring at his crotch but looked up to meet his eyes with a little frown.
    “Shouldn’t it be going down or something? I know me touching it made it hard but it’s still poking out