Part 4 (1/2)

Ratchet stood moving around the desk to sit on the edge near her chair making her want to move away. Only she knew that a man like him sensing fear and would pounce. And she didn't want him to pounce. She didn't. She firmly told her wayward libido.

”I have some money for you here, Mia.” He said his hand jingling the bag of credits he had. Making her blush a bit. They way he'd said that made her feel dirty. Like the money was for something else and not the food the city ordered.

Ratchet couldn't seem to think of anything except his hard d.i.c.k. He knew that he was being deliberately provoking with her. He didn't give a f.u.c.k. Well he like to give her a f.u.c.k, he though staring at her tightly b.u.t.toned top. Noticing that those two top b.u.t.tons were undone again revealing just a tiny bit of skin. He almost growled at the sight. Which was f.u.c.ked up. He needed to get a grip.

h.e.l.l he'd had a perfectly willing sweetb.u.t.t offer to suck his d.i.c.k the other night and he'd refused. f.u.c.king refused, and all because of this tiny woman with her perfect lips and s.e.xy t.i.ts. Not that he could really see her t.i.ts. I mean f.u.c.k that s.h.i.+rt was like a d.a.m.ned straight jacket. He wanted to reach down and unb.u.t.ton all those tiny little b.u.t.tons. He'd kiss each inch of revealed skin with a little lick, and when he finally had those t.i.ts revealed he'd suck every inch of those perfect globes until they were covered in his mark. Because the idea of anyone touching her and those t.i.ts made him want to put his fist through the wall.

Which was really f.u.c.ked up. He didn't want to own a woman. He knew that he was like his father. Not fit for a woman. h.e.l.l, the man had only been a father because he'd knocked up a sweetb.u.t.t on accident. He father didn't even patch his mother. He'd been a part of Ratchet's life but he'd never been a part of his mother's life. Not that his mother had needed him to be. She'd been an independent firecracker.

”Right...uh...yes. Thank you.” She said holding out her hand for the pouch. He pulled it back.

”Not so fast, beauty.” He leaned forward his face hovering over hers. Making her take a big gulp. He could see that her hands were trembling.

”This is not acceptable behavior.” Mia gasped out, trying hard to scoot her chair back, but Ratchet had antic.i.p.ated the move and his foot prevented it.

He leaned even closer his hand cupping the side of her face as his lips neared her ear. The he whispered, sending s.h.i.+vers of desire down her body.

”Oh, beauty. We haven't even gotten close to inappropriate behaviors yet.” His tongue flicked out teasing her ear as his teeth nipped her gently. Mia let out a cry of need and jumped from her chair.

”That's enough! I am not some wh.o.r.e you can come in and treat with disrespect!” Mia practically yelled at him. Making him let out a wicked chuckle.

”Relax, beauty. I was just playing with you. Here.” Mia watched wearily as he plunked the credits on the desk and stood. He towered over her now and she watched him as he moved towards where she now stood near the door. She backed away finding herself pressed against the wall with his arms caging her in much like he had in the warehouse the first time they'd met. She couldn't believe that she was standing here with her back pressed to the wall and her chest plastered to the man's almost bare skin. She was breathing in hard little pants.

Ratchet couldn't help his need to follow the tiny woman across the room, and herding her back into the wall was instinct. He needed to be close to her. His hand moved from the wall above her to caress her soft cheek.

”We will get to the inappropriate behavior though. Not today, but soon.” Ratchet warned her. He knew when a woman was attracted to him and she was. That would have been the only thing to stop him. If he knew she really wasn't interested he would have backed off. But her eyes that devoured him and the way even now, with him making her nervous, she was panting for his touch. He knew she was interested, no matter what she said.

”I...we will most certainly will not.” Mia said finding that backbone he liked so much about her to stutter out.

”Oh, but we will my sweet, and soon.” Ratchet muttered as his lips took hers in a kiss.

Mia gasped when Ratchet's lips landed on hers which was the wrong thing to do she realized a moment later when the man took full advantage. His tongue thrusting past her lips. She wanted to bite him, or at the very least push him away. Only she found her hands clutching at his leather vest, and her own tongue meeting his in a fury of need so strong it echoed throughout her body making her moan with the fierce need for his touch.

He wasn't unaffected either. His hands cupped her face bringing her lips closer as he devoured her with deep sure strokes of his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted of mint and he smelled like leather. And his touch set her whole body on fire. Unlike the other men who'd kissed her his tongue thrusting into her mouth was like lighting a fuse that she'd never known existed. She needed more. More of his touch. More of him. Just more.

She couldn't believe as she let out a soft little mewl of pleasure that this biker was actually kissing her. That not only was he kissing her senseless, but that she liked it. She pulled at his leather vest again trying to fuse herself to him. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rubbing against her bra and the stiff work s.h.i.+rt she wore. His lips were hard and the soft sc.r.a.pe of his stubble against her face as he kissed down to her neck, made her moan. His hardness was pressed against her belly letting her know that the pa.s.sion she felt was mutual.

Ratchet couldn't believe that she was almost writhing in his arms. Her little body was pressing against him in a plea for more. She went to his head like a fine wine. Her little sounds of need made his whole body ache for her. His hands were cupping her face and his tongue was thrusting into her in a mimic of what he wanted to do with his c.o.c.k. He pressed his firmness into her soft stomach, growling in need at the feel of her softness.

His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and licking wanting to leave marks. The only thing that stopped him was that he knew he couldn't take her today. Not here. Not when those d.i.c.kheads might cause trouble for her. So he didn't leave the possessive marks he wanted on her skin, but he did kiss down to that tiny bit of exposed skin at her neck. His hands moving to the b.u.t.tons on her s.h.i.+rt making her gasp and try to pull away. No that would not do, he thought grimly.

His mouth moved back to hers taking it in a hard thrust deeper into her sweet mouth. His hands still working on those b.u.t.tons. She stopped struggling purring with need. That was better, he though when he finally felt her hands grip his cut again. f.u.c.k as tight as she was clutching it it was a wonder she wasn't ripping the seams.

He almost chuckled at the thought. Only he needed to leave his mark and then get the h.e.l.l away from her before he took her here against this wall. Because his d.i.c.k was throbbing like a sore thumb and he needed to pull back before he lost his head. Which was shocking, because he'd never in his life been so wrapped up in a woman he was worried about losing control. He kiss downwards again to the skin he'd revealed just above her breast, his mouth sucking hard and his hands cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She mewled and thrust the sweet globes at him. Her breathing quick and heavy.

Mia couldn't believe that she was about to come from just a kiss. When Ratchet began to suck on the top swell of her breast she almost fell to her knees. Dear lord. That was amazing. She wasn't sure how her s.h.i.+rt had gotten open. She'd felt his hands trying to release her b.u.t.tons and she tried to move away. Only suddenly his mouth was on hers again, and she'd forgotten all about it. She was dazed when Ratchet suddenly pulled away. Looking down at her where she'd collapsed back into the wall with a satisfied smirk. s.h.i.+t, what the h.e.l.l had she allowed him to do, she thought? The haze of l.u.s.t he'd cast over her finally clearing. Oh dear, she thought looking down in dismay to find her s.h.i.+rt open and a very vivid love bite on the top of her right breast.

Ratchet stared at his mark on her pale skin with a possessive glee. Yes, that was what he wanted. Only all over those globes. But this would do for now, he thought, watching as she b.u.t.toned her s.h.i.+rt with shaking hands. Her eyes darting around the room trying to avoid his. He watched her collect herself. Yeah, poor baby. She wasn't going to get away now, he thought.

”That was not...that shouldn't have...I can't allow that to happen again.” Mia finally settled on after starting that sentence three times.

”It's definitely gonna happen again, baby. Often.” Ratchet told her softly.

”No, that is not going to happen again.” Mia grimly uttered even as her girly bits screamed at her 'Why the h.e.l.l not?'

”We'll have to see won't we?” Ratchet gruffly told her as he opened the door. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at her. ”Till next time, beauty.” Then he was out the door headed to the truck to help them unload the rest of the crates. When he neared the truck Rock studied him.

”Everything good?” He asked. Ratchet knew he was asking because he'd been in the office for about two minutes too long, and he wasn't explain the reason for that two minutes to anyone.

”Nah, she just asked the same question as she did last week. Bone will be making the trip in two weeks. Told her to talk to him. We're supposed to discuss it in church this week.” Ratchet told him. The man nodded and continued to unload the truck. As they were leaving Mia came out to watch them head off and when she looked his way he lifted his hand in a jaunty wave goodbye. Please to see her pale skin flush as she turned away. Yeah, his sweet beauty was in for a surprise.

Chapter 7.

Mia climbed out of the shower waving her hand over the mirror to make the sensors clear the fogged surface. Seconds later she was staring at her reflection. She glared at the mark that even after a week was still visible on her pale skin. It was almost gone, only a slight bruise now. Not the glaring red love bite it had been when he'd placed it there. She still couldn't believe that she'd allowed him to mark her in such a manner. Only the pa.s.sion he'd unleashed inside her with that one simple kiss made her almost blush.

She'd always known when she'd been with her boyfriends in the past that there was more that was just out of her reach. It wasn't that she hadn't enjoyed s.e.x with them. It was that having s.e.x with them didn't seem to light her on fire. Unlike merely a simple kiss from Ratchet. It must be that raw s.e.xual appeal the man had in spades. When he'd touched her, she'd lost her head. It hadn't taken even a minute to be mindlessly allowing him to own her.

She wanted to say that it was only s.e.xual frustration because it had been almost ten months since she'd had s.e.x, but she knew better. It wasn't that because she'd gone longer. She had only had three relations.h.i.+ps where she'd felt comfortable enough with the man to have s.e.x with him. She knew that had Ratchet stripped her naked yesterday in her office and banged her against the wall she would have allowed it, and that frightened her.

Not only because it was against her beliefs, but because she didn't want to believe that she was acting like a d.a.m.ned s.e.x starved hooker. She'd always known the men she'd bedded for months before allowing them to take her to bed. Now, she'd wanted to allow a man to screw her brains out against a freaking wall. She sighed. What was done was done, she'd have to try to not allow it to happen again. She began getting ready to go to the bar where she met Tray the rebel's leader.

When she entered the bar twenty-five minutes later she was still contemplating the dilemma of wanting a biker named Ratchet. She saw Tray a thin, pretty man sitting in the corner booth in the back. Seeing her Tray waved her over. She sat down at the table ordering a beer.

”I'm so glad you're here. We were just discussing the ten crates you'd gotten us this month. It's a start, but we need more.” He didn't bother with pleasantries. It was one of the things she'd liked about him at first but over the last month with his demands that she get more crates it had gotten annoying.

”I told you I have to be careful so I don't get caught, Tray.” Mia said, gritting her teeth to keep her voice from rising.

Tray straightened his shoulders, staring at her over his beer. His two friends, large bruisers that always seemed to be around whenever Tray was. She didn't like them much. One had a crooked nose with beady eyes and always smelled like Juice. She recognized the smell from spending so much time with her brother the Juice addict. The other one had s.h.i.+fty eyes and a bad att.i.tude. He had long greasy black hair and scars of some sort on his face. Tray in comparison was almost too pretty. His soft brown eyes and his almost feminine face lent to this illusion.

”I thought you wanted to help us, Mia?” Tray demanded making Mia want to scream. She did want to help, only she wanted to survive helping them too. That may make her selfish, but h.e.l.l who wanted to die at twenty-four.

”I do, Tray. You know that or I wouldn't be here. I also have to be careful. This could end badly for me, and then you wouldn't be getting anymore. Is that what you want?” She demanded grimly.

”No, no. Don't be silly of course you have to be careful.” Tray said jovially. Except she didn't believe that anymore. She was beginning to think that maybe working with Tray, and his rebels wasn't her brightest idea. Maybe she should have done this but worked with Marcus instead. At least she knew she could trust him. She wasn't so sure about Tray anymore. Not that Marcus was willing to do this, but it would have worked out better she had a feeling.

”Only people they're hungry. The food is helping, but with more we could help so many more. That's all I meant. I get a little impatient because I want to help them all. You understand.” Tray plastered a smile on his face. One that she was realizing was faked.

This might have been a mistake, but she was in it now and she did want to help. No, she needed to help. People were starving, and that was not something she could stomach as she sat in her ivory tower looking down on them. Nope, she needed to continue working with them for now until she worked out another option. She talked to him for another thirty minutes. She didn't tell him that she might be able to get more if only this Bone guy agreed.

Ratchet climbed on his bike watching Tick wearily. Tick was on the edge, and he was not happy with the fact that he had to do this tonight, but Charity had asked him to help. Mark was lucky that he wasn't dead. If they hadn't gotten Charity out of that cellar alive there wouldn't have been a single one of them who could save the man from Tick's wrath. The man had already lost one woman to a tragic accident. He'd loved her, but Ratchet knew that Vivi, although she'd been amazing, hadn't meant as much to Tick as Charity did.

They needed to find Mark's sister and then get Tick back to Charity before he blew a gasket. It wasn't going to be a fun night. Ratchet thought grimly as he followed Tick into the darkness where they met up with Bone and the rest of the club roaring into the night.