by Susan Hayes
Just as she was thinking things were going to go to hell, Snarl nodded. “She’s yours.”
“If she’s his, he has to mark her, club rules,” Freak’s grating voice chimed in from somewhere behind her.
“Son of a bitch, I warned you to stay out of my sight you little shit!” Rod spun around, looking for Freak, but the grate of a chair being pushed across the floor pulled his attention back to Snarl, who was standing now, the point of his knife directed at Trina.
“He’s right. Club rules. You want to claim her then you’re going to need to mark your property.”
Trina stiffened. What the fuck did that mean?
“Club rules?” Rod’s arm locked around her waist as if he was expecting her to bolt at any second, which wasn’t a bad bet. If there were fewer bikers between her and the door, she’d be seriously considering it.
“In this club, yes,” Snarl answered. Before she could so much as draw breath to protest, Trina found herself face down on the table with Rod’s hand planted between her shoulder blades. She tried to struggle and got a stinging slap to the ass for her trouble. “Don’t fucking move Lily or I’ll tan your sweet little ass right here and now.”
Her heart was slamming against her ribs and there was enough adrenaline in her system to keep a narcoleptic elephant awake for a week, but she managed to hold still. Not because the arrogant bastard had ordered her to, but because no matter what came next, it would be a hell of a lot easier to cope with than what would happen if she openly defied him and refused to obey the rules.
Whatever it was, she’d just have to make sure she passed on the pain and suffering to Max later… with interest.
Rod leaned over her until his lips were right beside her ear. “I told you I’d protect you. Trust me.”
Yeah, because trusting a criminal who had more or less kidnapped her as a sex slave was such an easy thing to do. She swallowed her sarcastic retort and nodded before forcing herself to relax a little.
“Good girl.”
“Nice trick, Ramrod. What are you, the pussy whisperer?” someone joked.
“I had to learn to calm the ladies down once they got a glimpse of my massive dick. Have to convince them it’ll fit without tearing ‘em open. Not a problem I expect you’ve ever had, Mutt.”
“I’ve never had any complaints.”
“Enough. We’ve got business to discuss. Get this over with, Ramrod, or I’ll do it for you.” Snarl punctuated his words by slamming his hand down on the table only a few inches in front of her nose.
Rod’s hand left her back, freeing her, but she knew there was no point in running. She wouldn’t get three steps. He took off the leather vest she’d been wearing, leaving her in just a thin cotton T-shirt still damp from the rainstorm. She had just enough time to wonder what the fuck would happen next before he grabbed her shirt and tore it from the bottom up to the collar, baring her back. There were catcalls and hoots from all around, and Trina gritted her teeth. She expected pain, but instead she felt something cool and wet glide across her skin. There was a whiff of a vaguely familiar, chemical odor, and then she was being helped to her feet.
What the hell did he do to me?
The answer to her silent question came when she looked up and spotted the black felt pen dangling from Rod’s fingers.
“You wrote on me?”
“Yup.” He smirked at her and she had a nearly overwhelming urge to smack the smug look right off his face.
“Do I get to know what it says?”
“Property of Ramrod. Hands off.” Laughter erupted all around them, and Trina made herself drop her head and slump her shoulders in apparent defeat. The asshole looked far too happy with himself, but he had kept his promise. He’d protected her.
Rod wrapped her in his vest again, covering her torn shirt. “Now we’ve got that little formality out of the way, can we please get on to the business at hand? I want to take my new toy home and show her what it means to belong to a member of Legion.”
Snarl set his knife down on the table and took a seat. “Pull up a chair, Ramrod, and I’ll explain to you exactly how this club is going to make up for what was lost in the raid.”
Trina let herself be pulled into Rod’s lap as he settled at the table, and she found herself nestled in his arms, perfectly positioned to hear and record every second of their incriminating conversation.
5
Jack
Jack had managed to get enough information in the last hour to ensure his mission was a success. He’d captured the entire conversation on video, thanks to the recording devices implanted in his watch. The thing would nearly be out of power by the time he got back to the motel, but he had what he needed. The op was over.
Despite marking her as his, Jack didn’t believe for a minute Lily would be safe if he were to let her out of his sight. Not that his wolf would let that happen. As far as it was concerned there was only one acceptable way to mark Lily, and it wasn’t with a felt pen. He needed to sink his fangs into her neck as she came around his cock. And he needed to do it soon.
His damned wolf had to be right. Lily was his mate… and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it right now except keep her as close as possible. The patched members should leave her alone, but he didn’t trust Freak as far as he could kick the little shit.
He’d half expected her to protest being in his lap for the whole meeting, but she had curled up in his arms like a sleepy kitten and stayed quiet. Thank fuck for that.
It was a pleasant distraction having a beautiful woman in his arms while he talked, but her presence seemed to distract Snarl, too, leading the club’s president to say more than he should have. Was he boasting in hopes of impressing Lily? That had to be it.
Jack would have to try to use that knowledge for future ops… if he could find a female agent willing to do long term undercover work with a group of sexist bastards who didn’t have much use for women outside the bedroom.
When the meeting ended, Jack didn’t bother putting his sexy package down. He simply gathered Lily into his arms and stood, taking her with him. She didn’t say a word on the way out, and when he helped her onto the bike she did exactly what he told her to. It was almost too easy. Her hands were on his waist, but she wasn’t holding on tight enough to prevent herself from coming off the first time he took a corner or hit a pothole. Without a word he reached down, grabbed her wrists and tugged, pulling her snug against his back and crossing her arms over his stomach.
That was when he finally noticed her watch. It was thicker than it needed to be, and too expensive for someone who claimed to be broke. The band was pink instead of black, and the hand ticking away the seconds had a ridiculous butterfly perched on the tip, but he knew exactly what he was looking at. She was wearing surveillance gear nearly identical to his. Government-issue spyware. Son of a fucking bitch, the little innocent he was trying to protect was a goddamned cop of some kind.
I’m going to fucking kill her when we get to the motel.
Jack started the bike and took off, not bothering to give his passenger any warning before he opened the throttle. He wove through the evening traffic, ignoring the horns and curses following him as he sped down the main road. They were at the motel in minutes, the short drive having done nothing to calm his fury.
He parked the bike and grabbed Lily by the wrist, hauling her behind him for a couple of feet before he remembered she was still barefoot. Without a word he turned and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her squawk of protest. He needed to get her behind closed doors so he could find out what the fuck was going on.
“Rod, what’s wrong?” she asked as he fumbled for his keys at the door to his room.
“Shut up, Lily. Not one fucking word until we’re inside.”
He finally got the door open, then kicked it shut again the second he was through it. He dumped her ass on the bed, then turned and locked the door. The curtains were already closed, leaving them in near darkness save for the single lamp
he’d left on in one corner.
“Why are you mad at me?” she asked, giving him a look so compelling it could have melted Lucifer’s heart.
“Because you’ve been lying to me, Lily… or whatever the fuck your real name is.”
“What?” her eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “What are you talking about? I told you my name, It’s Lily.”
“Like hell it is!” he roared and stomped over to the bed, grabbing her wrist and pointing to the watch she wore, then at the similar one on his own wrist. “I know what that is, sweet cheeks, and I know who issues them. So, let’s try this again. Who the fuck are you, and who do you report to?”
“Let go of me!” She swatted at his hand ineffectively.
“Not happening.”
She huffed in frustration and slapped at him again, only this time when her hand connected there was a jolt of pain and suddenly his fingers were completely numb. She wrenched free and scrambled backward across the bed, out of his reach.
“What the hell did you do to me?” he demanded.
“Nerve strike. You’ll be fine. Are you done yelling at me now?”
“Not by a long shot. You still need to tell me who you are and who you’re working for. It’s not the DEA, so it’s got to be…what? Local police? FBI? ATF?”
“I told you who I am, and hello, do I look like a cop? Really?” She gestured to her cropped T-shirt and faded jeans. “Do you think I’d let you haul me off on the back of your bike if I was a TFA, FAT? What was the word you used?”
“ATF, and yes, I do.” Jack put himself between her and the door and folded his arms across his chest. “You’re good, but the game’s over.”
“It’s not a game, and if you think I’m a cop, why wouldn’t I be with the DEA?” she finally asked.
“Because I’m with the DEA, sweet cheeks, and I know they wouldn’t send in another agent to fuck up their own op. Therefore, you’re from somewhere else.”
Her jaw dropped. “You’re trying to tell me you’re a cop? You threatened to rape me in the middle of the road. You… you kissed me and drew your name all over my back! What the hell kind of cop…agent… whatever you are even does stuff like that? And I want to see a badge, too, big guy.”
“Do I look suicidal to you? I don’t have a badge on me or I’d be a dead man by now. As for what kind of agent I am, I’m the kind who knows better than to break his cover without a damned good reason. Not to mention I saved your cute little ass today. You’re welcome, by the way.”
She glared at him, then shrugged and let the facade melt away. Over the course of several seconds, the timid, scared little virgin vanished and in her place stood a steely-eyed law enforcement agent with a body made for sin.
Her anger just made her scent intensify, too, and his wolf perked up again, eager to make friends with her. He shoved the beast back down, but something told him that wasn’t going to work much longer.
. “I didn’t need your help, agent….”
“Special Agent Jake Noble, and I’m calling bullshit. When I came out of the barn Freak was about to do very bad things to you.”
“Agent Trina Thorn, ATF, and I had it handled.”
“Uh, huh. Sure you did,” he drawled. “And while we’re on the topic, who decided trading you to a bunch of homicidal criminals as a sex slave was a good idea?”
She frowned. “That wasn’t part of the plan. At least not the one I was read into.”
“Unbelievable. You could have been hurt. Hell, you would have been hurt if I hadn’t stepped in.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Instead of lecturing me on the dangers of my profession, you want to share your thoughts on what happens now?”
“What comes next depends on you,” He set his gun down on the closest flat surface and then closed the distance between them.
He caught the flare of heat in her eyes as he moved closer. Oh yeah.
Lily—no Trina wet her lower lip and then asked, “What are you thinking, Jack?”
“I’m thinking about our kiss outside the clubhouse, and how much I want to do it again.”
Her lush lips turned up into a wicked grin. “You shouldn’t have kissed me at all, Agent Noble. It wasn’t very… noble of you.”
“I told you once already, sweet cheeks. I’m a very bad man, and I want to do very bad things to you.” He fisted his hands in the leather vest she wore and pulled her into his arms, slanting his mouth across hers and cutting off the soft trill of her laughter. The joyful sound pierced the darkest parts of his soul and filled them with warmth and light. Holy shit. Now he understood why the universe had sent her to him.
He'd saved her, but she was here to save him, too. She was his lifeline, leading him back to the man he’d been before he became Ramrod Steele. A man he’d almost forgotten how to be.
6
Trina
He’s an agent, not a criminal.
Trina was equal parts relieved and amused by the revelation. Her instincts were still good, and there was no doubt in her mind Rod—no—Jack, was exactly who he said he was. She didn’t need her head examined because she hadn’t fallen for a criminal, but gods above, how much paperwork were they going to end up filing over this clusterfuck? Two agents, two agencies, and zero communication. Heads were going to roll before this was over. She really hoped Max was the first one to get axed.
She had a thousand questions for Jack, but once his mouth touched hers she forgot every last one of them. She wasn’t Lily anymore, or Agent Thorn. She was just Trina, held fast in the arms of a man she’d desired from the first moment they met. For now, it was all she cared about. Everything else could wait.
Jack’s tongue slid along the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth, inviting him in. He growled in approval as he took the kiss deeper, tongues dueling for dominance as they kissed, both of them keeping a tight hold on the other. Mouths open, tongues tangled, his kisses grew harder and more demanding with every passing second. Her clit throbbed and her breasts ached, every part of her craving his touch.
Unable to hold back, Trina ground her denim-covered pussy on one well-muscled thigh, pressing the seam of her jeans against her clitoris in a desperate attempt to get relief. Jack groaned into her mouth, his hands busy tearing at her clothes. Her fingers found the waistband of his jeans and she slipped a hand inside, humming with pleasure when she found the tip of his cock resting against the hard lines of his washboard stomach. She stroked a finger over his slit, teasing out a drop of pre-cum. He growled and bucked his hips against her hand.
“Fuck, that’s good. I love having your hands on me.”
“You’re going to get a lot more than just my hands on you once I get you out of these jeans,” she vowed.
“Thank Christ.” His vest was already on the floor, and now he tugged the tattered remains of her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the growing pile of their clothes.
“You owe me a new shirt, too.”
“You can have any of mine you want. And I volunteer to wash your back for as long as it takes to get those felt pen marks off your wet, naked, body.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing the calloused pads of his thumbs across her taut nipples.
“Deal.” Trina was too turned on to talk right now. She dropped to her knees in front of Jack and opened his jeans the rest of the way. His newly freed cock was only a few inches from her mouth, and she leaned in to nibble her way along the thick shaft.
Jack groaned and jerked his pants down to his thighs, giving her full access to his cock and balls. “Suck me. I’ve been imagining your hot little mouth wrapped around my dick for hours.”
Trina swirled her tongue around the head of his dick, teasing and tasting. She curled her fingers around the base of his shaft and started stroking him in time with the movements of her tongue, and within seconds he was pumping his hips against her hand. He was easily the biggest man she’d ever been with, and the thought of having his nine-inch cock slamming into her from behind made her pussy quiver and g
row slick with cream.
Humming softly, she took the broad head of his cock into her mouth, working every part of him with her tongue as she eased him deeper.
“Fuck!” Jack’s cock twitched against her tongue as he groaned aloud, a rambling litany of curses and encouragements falling from his lips. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head steady while he rocking his hips, fucking her mouth with slow, rolling strokes. She focused on the top half of his cock, working the lower shaft with her hand in time to his thrusts. She devoured him, stroking and teasing him with her tongue, learning what made him craziest and using it to push him closer to the frayed edge of his control.
His breathing was ragged by the time he finally tugged at her hair, easing her head back from his cock. “You need to stop or I’m going to come down your throat, and while that sounds like a really good idea right now, I’d rather fuck you properly first.”
Trina swiped the tip of her tongue across the slit at the top of his dick one last time before releasing him from her mouth. Without a word she got to her feet and stripped off the rest of her clothes, deliberately turning her back to her soon-to-be lover. She heard the shuffle of fabric and the thump of boots hitting the threadbare carpet, and then a wall of muscled heat was behind her, guiding her forcefully toward the bed.
“No maid service in this fine establishment?” she quipped as she eyed the rumpled sheets.
“I think the cockroaches ate the employees months ago. If you don’t like the look of the bed, I’m happy to fuck you up against the nearest flat surface you deem acceptable to your delicate sensibilities.”
She laughed and turned around to face him, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as she looked up into his handsome face. “The bed will be fine.”
“Good.” He grabbed her by the hips and lifted, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as their mouths met in another heated kiss. His cock was trapped between them, rubbing against her swollen clit with every step he took. Both of them moaned as pleasure surged through them, and it was all she could do not to raise up and impale herself on him right then and there. He kissed her even as he lowered her to the bed, pinning her beneath him as he slid his cock through the slick folds of her pussy. A low growl of need rolled through him and she arched her hips in invitation.