The Biker's Fate Chapter 494

Exhausted from the signing, I looked forward to two hours of relaxation time in my suite before I had to report to hair and makeup for tonight's live stream. We'd been given the "all clear" signal from Chip and were making our way through the hotel lobby when I saw the girl again. This time she was in plain view and standing perfectly still next to a large potted plant. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she had the same creepy smile on her face as before.

"Train," I said, pulling on the arm of his jacket. "There she is. The girl I kept seeing earlier." But as soon as he turned to look, she ducked behind the plant.

"Where? I don't see anyone," Train said.

"There! Behind the plant," I cried.

Chip signaled one of his team, who bolted across the lobby to where she was standing.

"There's no one here," he replied.

"Let's get you up to your room," Train said.

"I'm not crazy. There's a girl. She's around twelve or thirteen years old, she's got stringy blonde hair, and she's wearing one of my t-shirts."

"We'll keep an eye out for her, but that description fits seventy-five percent of the people here today," Chip said.

"I'm not leaving your side until we know what the fuck is going on," Train said. "To hell with what people say."

I nodded and Train took me up to my suite.

"Ms. Morgan?" Train called as I sat in my glam chair, Natalie having just finished with my makeup.

"Come in," I said.

He walked in and I smiled at my man in the mirror. God, he looked delicious in a tux. "Natalie, can you let Donovan know I'll be ready for him in ten minutes, please?"

"Sure thing," she said, and left the room.

Once we were alone, Train settled his hands on the arms of my chair and leaned down, kissing my nose. "You look pretty, honey. But you always look pretty, even without all that shit on your face."

It was the night after FanFest and we were now at an industry meet-and-greet and Train was my date-slash-bodyguard. We had moved to a different hotel in Albuquerque in an effort to keep my presence secret, but honestly, it was getting harder and harder to do that, which was why I had so much muscle surrounding me. There'd been no other sightings of the strange girl, so I put it out of my mind and tried to enjoy the rest of the night.

We were off to Colorado tomorrow and I loved Colorado. I had actually built in a day off so that we could explore because it was such a beautiful state, and my crew needed a break. Not to mention, I wanted some alone time with Train.

"You keep saying that, Nash, and I might believe it one day." I cupped his face. "You look incredible."

"Thanks." He held up a gift bag. "Got you something."

"Really? I love surprises." I clapped my hands. "Especially ones that come in small packages." I pulled the tissue paper out and pulled the little oval device out. "What is this?"

"It's a vibrator."

"What?" I squeaked.

He held up what looked like a key fob to a car. "And this is its remote."

I bit my lip. "So, I…"

"You slip it inside of you and I randomly choose when to press the button."

I licked my lips and took a deep breath.

He leaned back over me. "If it gets too much, you tell me, and I'll take care of you. But if you last the whole night, I think you'll find your pleasure will too."

"Okay."

"Melody, you ready for me, darling?" Donovan called.

Train grinned, and slipped into the bedroom of the suite, taking the bag with him as Donovan walked in.

Two hours into the most boring night ever and I'd already had to change my panties twice. Apparently, Train had brought spares. In the pocket of his fucking tuxedo.

I was currently standing with Ariannah Shelter, the current 'it' girl and trying very hard to follow along with whatever it was she was saying. But between her need to tell me everything that was wrong with the world, and Train randomly pressing the button to the vibrator, I was about to lose my mind.

"Excuse me," Train said, sliding his hand to my back. "Ms. Morgan is needed for an interview."

"Oh, of course," Ariannah said, stepping aside.

Train guided me to a door at the back of the room, gently pushing me through it, and closing us in. We were in some kind of supply closet. How the hell he got access to it, I had no idea. Locking the door again, he flipped on the light and smiled. "How ya doin', baby?"

"I'm so, so horny." I gripped the lapels of his jacket. "Can I have your D now?"

"Nope." He grinned. "Fingers only."

"Nash," I hissed.

"I could be persuaded to give you my mouth as well."

"But I want your dick and your mouth."

"Have you had enough?" he asked. "You want it out for the night?"

"No," I admitted.

"Assume the position, baby."

I placed my palms against the wall and spread my legs. He slid my panties to my ankles, holding them as I lifted one foot, then the other so he could remove them completely.

He slid his fingers inside me, sliding the vibrator out of me, and wrapping it in a handkerchief before shoving it in his pocket.

"Do you want my mouth, baby?"

"Do I have breath?" I sassed.

"My girl's feelin' feisty," he observed with a chuckle. "Back to the wall, Melody. Slide your skirt up."

I turned around and slid my skirt up to my waist, exposing my freshly waxed pussy.

"Spread."

I spread as he knelt in front of me, running his tongue over my clit.

"Fuck, you're wetter than you were an hour ago," he rasped.

"Yeah, I'm aware," I growled.

He smiled up at me. "How much do you want?"

"I still can't have your dick?" I clarified.

"You still can't have my dick."

"I want mouth on clit and pussy, and fingers in pussy and ass."

Train's face softened. "I can do that for you, beautiful."

"Then, later, when we're in bed, I want that dick in both my pussy and my ass." I heard his quiet intake of breath and smiled slowly, leaning down to meet his eyes. "Now, you can think on that all night. You've never had my ass. No one's ever had that." I cupped his face. "I've never trusted anyone like I trust you and I've never enjoyed anyone like I enjoy you. You're fun, you're funny, you're fucking sexy as hell, and this…" I twirled my finger, "…this is super exciting, and I want to keep doing things like this, especially, if it ends with your dick in my ass."

He was on his feet in less than a second, his mouth covering mine as he kissed me deep and hard, his hands at my neck, careful not to mess my hair, but not caring one fuck about my makeup.

"That was everything," he breathed out, dropping his forehead to mine. "But we're runnin' out of time, so I'm gonna go ahead and take care of you, instead of responding, okay?"

I smiled. "I'm so okay with that."

He knelt in front of me again, his mouth on my clit, his fingers in my pussy, pumping slowly as he worked my body into a frenzy.

"Brace," he warned, and I slid a leg over his shoulder.

I was rewarded with a finger sliding into my deep, dark space and I bit my fist to keep from crying out. He sucked my clit as his fingers worked both my pussy and my ass, bringing me to a mind-blowing climax that had me losing my balance. Train was called Train for a reason, and he caught me, holding me close as I came down, his hand between my legs catching every drop of my cum.

He gently cleaned me up with his handkerchief before sliding the vibrator back into me and handing me a fresh pair of panties. I did my best to fix my makeup while he inched the door open, and once the way was clear, we snuck out and made our way to the bathroom to further clean up.