His gaze captured mine, and I was struck by the anger there. His jaw worked as he inhaled deep and released it. “Tony.”
“Wh-Why?”
“Because he hurt you.”
Simple. Everything and nothing in those four words. Wonder burst through my chest as he stepped away from me. I followed, not wanting him even a few steps from me. I curled my fingers into his shirt and lifted on my toes to bring our lips together. He’d killed for me, came home with my tormentor’s blood drenched into his clothing and on his skin. I broke the kiss long enough to rip his shirt from his shoulders and toss it to the side.
He stopped me when I tried to kiss him again. “As much as I like where this is going, I need to take care of this before I leave behind evidence.”
“What do you need me to do?” I asked.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
In response, I picked up his bloody shit in my hands and glared at him.
“So be it. We are going to have to burn my gear. Bag everything I take off and tie it up. After I get out of the shower, I’ll take it to the fire pit.”
I did as he ordered, gathering up everything he removed, even his boots, and put it all in a trash bag. Happy I’d worn just a t-shirt and jean shorts today, I tossed those in the bag, too, not sure if any evidence had transferred. I stood naked in the bathroom with my ruined paint job as Jack got into the shower.
He’d killed for me.
Tony was gone.
I dropped the trash bag and padded to the shower. The water sluiced over his skin in rivulets of red and brown as I stepped into the center of it all. We were silent as I grabbed his soap and washcloth. Paying homage to him as I cleaned him, I could have said something, but it would only ruin the moment. What were words when actions said so much more? Jack didn’t apologize for what Tony did, nor had he tried to empathize with me. No, he took matters into his own hands and showed me how he felt.
I did the same as I dropped to my knees.
His cock hung thick and half-mast, thickening and stretching toward me. Notes of sea breeze and salty skin danced over my tongue as I laved his cockhead. The taste urged me on, drove me to swallow him as far as I could go. Too big to take all the way, my throat ached around his cock as I sucked him. I gripped his shaft where my lips couldn’t reach and pumped in rotation. With my other hand, I fondled his balls, hefting their weight, and squeezing them to test their strength.
“You can take me further. Take it down.”
I tried to meet his demand, but as he reached the back of my throat I gagged, unable to breathe. My mouth watered and tears pooled in my eyes, but Jack didn’t let up. Instead, he gripped my hair and titled my head back. Then he stepped forward until his feet were on either side of me and my head rested against the cool tile.
“Relax your jaw, breathe through your nose, and say ah.”
I couldn’t deny him.
He pumped in quick, short thrusts, his balls slapping my chin as he moved. I breathed with my nose, but the urge to push him out, to fight his invasion, rose the deeper he went.
“Let me fuck your mouth. Open up wide.”
I sighed around his cock and opened my legs. However he wanted to take me, I’d let him. As hard, as rough, or as many times as he needed. Jack made me come alive when he touched me. He drenched me in pleasure, scrambled my mind, and pushed my limits. And every time I touched him back, accepted his cock, or kissed his lips, my heart lurched toward him. With each bittersweet caress, a needle of sorrow and fear stitched out hearts together. God, we might bleed out before we ever made it, but I wouldn’t regret it.
I found my clit with urgent fingers. The water from the shower eased my touch as I rubbed in tight circles. As my pussy plumped and warmed with need, my throat relaxed.
“Yes” he groaned, sliding to the hilt.
The hair on his groin scratched my nose as he ground against my face. He held me there, touching the back of my throat as saliva built in my mouth. And then I couldn’t breathe. He pressed harder, moved deeper, and my nose smashed into his pelvis. I flicked my fingers faster as sensations skirted my nerve endings. I closed my eyes, and without sight and the tension accumulation from not breathing, I found a new level. A place where the world was fuzzy and sensations expanded. His cock was slick and hot against my tongue. My throat worked around the full obstruction, and my heartbeat pounded in my clit.
And then he pulled back.
I gulped in air, my body jerking in reaction. Pleasure turned sharp, need grew and edged, and my pussy wept, empty and swollen.
“Open again. Fuck, one more time.”
Jack lied. He held me there, back and forth, between breathing and not, heaven and hell, freedom and captivity. It was in between, where I wasn’t sure which way would truly give me what want, that I felt my orgasm build. Each time he slid back in—water splashing my face, steam curling around my body—I needed more. Always more. Of him. Of us. Of that edge of just almost too far.
When he pulled out again, I jerked his cock hard in my hand. “More. I need more.”
He released me and pivoted to turn off the shower before he dragged me up against his body and then carried me to the bed to throw me across it.
“Dangle your head over the side and grip the covers near your hips. I won’t stop,” he warned.
I nodded and got into the position he wanted me to be in. He stood at my head, his heavy balls hanging in front of my face.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
A thrill shot through me at the term of endearment, and I opened my mouth. As he angled his cock, my body tensed. I lived for this moment—despite the shit from Jasmin and Samuel—and the way we came together. It didn’t matter that he’d taken me and I couldn’t leave. In captivity, I found the purest freedom away from the everyday half-life I’d built for myself.
Jack slid into my mouth and leaned over my body. A gentle slap on my thighs made me open them and he buried his face between them. He sucked my swollen clit into his mouth as I moaned. The change in my throat allowed him to slip deeper. He jerked his hips and fucked my face like my pussy—hard, fast. He moved too fast for me to breathe normally, and his mouth was magic against my core. Jack teased my labia, stuck his tongue inside me, and played with my clit with dizzying speed.
I couldn’t do a thing but hold on to the cover and scream around his cock. Saliva slid from my mouth and dripped down my face. His pre-cum coated my tongue as he glided across it, shoving the salty taste down deep. His fresh, clean scent battled with raw sex. Desire etched into my skin, slunk through my blood, and ricocheted in my heart. I came with a wail, choked off by his pounding cock. He never stopped. Even as I lifted my hips off the bed and tried to run from him. He slapped my ass in punishment and held my waist down. Locked between his mouth and his cock, I lost my mind.
I tried to thank him, to show him I appreciated what he’d done for me. More than anyone in my life had ever thought to do. I tried to give him a piece of me, and instead he stamped me with his essence. I breathed him. Tasted him. And passed out with his cum on my tongue.
When I woke up, Jack had dimmed the lights in the room and cleaned. I couldn’t see the bag of bloody clothes and he’d covered us for bed. His warm body cocooned me as I looked over at his sleeping face. At rest, he appeared softer. His brow wasn’t furrowed and his mouth was open a bit. Large, golden crescents shaped his closed eyes. Struck by his beauty, I reached for his cheek. As I traced the gentle curve of his skin, I studied the top half of his body where the cover had fallen away. I cringed as my gaze touched all the scars and burn marks he’d suffered. Maybe killing Tony helped Jack, too. At least he could punish someone for the ill-treatment we’d faced in our lives.
Pretty, pretty little cunt. She’s gonna be mine now.
12
Melody
My tongue filled my mouth, a thick chunk of damp sandpaper. A mewling sound filled the silence, and I realized it came from me. Head poundin
g, I blinked against the darkness, but it wouldn’t clear.
“You’re awake?”
I should have recognized the voice, but the fog in my brain was too thick to think past fear.
“What do you want with me?” I asked.
“That’s a loaded question, isn’t it, Melody? Will I kill you? That’s the question you should be asking.”
I swallowed as my heart pounded in my chest. Thick rope locked my wrists to the small of my back and more around my ankle. I could feel the twine digging into my skin. Cool air kissed my naked flesh, my nipples hardening in response. Bound, naked, and blindfolded. I jerked against my bindings, fight or flight kicking in hard enough that each conflicting reaction was the same.
My captor tsked. “You shouldn’t do that. You’ll fuck with the merchandise.”
“Let me go,” I wailed.
I couldn’t do it, couldn’t stomach being held against my will.
“Scream all you want, bitch, no one is going to hear you.”
Maybe, but I had to try. I swung to the side and lost my balance. Without my sight, my equilibrium, I slammed hard into the gritty concrete under me.
“You like it rough? I thought so. You’ve been fucking Jack enough.”
My heart thundered to a stop. Jack. Last time I remembered anything I was at the club. Janet had told me Jack wanted me outside and then … nothing. I couldn’t remember anything after leaving the club. It all faded to a hazy memory of a bumpy ride.
“Where is Jack?” I asked.
“Coming soon enough. First things first.”
He said nothing, but I heard his steps closing in on me moments before he gripped my ankle. I kicked out with my other leg and he hit the inside of my thigh. Electricity punched through my body, frying my nerves, and I bit the side of my tongue. The coppery tang of my blood filled my mouth as I thrashed on the floor. My very bloodstream was a live wire, sparking and boiling inside of me until I wanted to claw at my skin and expose the meat underneath.
“I can make the pain go away,” he whispered to me.
I don’t know what I said, or if I could even speak. A grunt rumbled in my chest, vibrated in the space between my chest and the ground.
“Don’t you want the pain to go away, slut? Answer me when I’m talking to you!” His voice roared in my ear, but my scrambled brain couldn’t keep up.
Jack, where is Jack?
We were supposed to go to war together, he and I, against the club that wanted us dead. This wasn’t war, this was a blitz attack that took me out the game before I could even fight. He punched me again with the tip of the electric rod and my muscles seized. Warmth trickled down between my legs, but I couldn’t stop it. Even as angry, helpless tears leaked from my eyes and soaked the blindfold, I couldn’t control my body. Teeth clenched and my eyes wide open, I rode the wave of pain and screamed when he struck me again, this time on the underside of my right breast.
“Want me to stop the pain?” he asked.
This time I forced myself to speak. “Yes.”
“That’s a good bitch.”
He pushed me to my side, and I groaned at the ache in my shoulder as it bore my weight. Rough fingers squeezed my upper arm until I felt my pulse throb down the appendage, then I felt a familiar prick. No. Oh, God, please no. Warm buzzed through me. The sort of feeling you get sitting in front of a fireplace on a cold winter’s night. It soothed and relaxed me, even as my mind screamed. But I couldn’t hold on to the fear. Why was I afraid? I was going to kiss the fucking creator. I lay on a bed of roses, and I never wanted to move again. My head lolled to the side, and I wanted to kiss the ground. Dammit, I’d miss this. Such a sweet taste of heaven with a bit of hell in the vinegar bite in the back of my throat.
My nerves jumped and jazzed, pleasure rolling down my skin. I wondered how wet I was. Touch me. If he touched me, I’d explode, and the high would be that much better. I rolled my hips, a long, slow glide that could have been no more than a twitch, but I felt it through my entire soul.
“You like that, don’t you, cunt? Missed the ride?”
Yes. In so many ways. His hands on my legs were bliss, and the way he squeezed sent aftershocks through me. No, this is wrong. The thought ripped away the moment I tried to focus on it. Twisted and turned into need. I wanted to be fucked. I needed to be hurt. God, the pain felt so good. His touch rubbed up the insides of my thighs and I creamed for him. Oh, that was lovely. Like warm milk sliding over my skin. Taste it. Lick it all up.
No. Don’t let him touch you. Not him.
There it was again, a moment of disgust and fear dragged under the waves of a good time. Nothing made me feel like this. Jack does. Where is Jack? Isn’t he the one about to fuck me? Yes, no. They didn’t matter. But they did. And then I was sliding, my back jerking and rubbing on the concrete floor.
He was inside of me, and I didn’t care anymore why that was wrong.
Jack
UNKNOWN: Run, run, as fast as you can. But it won’t matter, she’s already had the gingerbread man.
I picked up the nearest thing to me and tossed it across the fucking field. It was never ending. I’d gone on a simple run and by the time I reached my location for the drop, my phone was on fire. Ten messages, all with the same words. Where’s Melody? I dialed quickly, knowing I probably didn’t have much time.
“Yeah?” Rex answered.
“You see Melody?”
“Didn’t you call her to come on a ride with you?” Rex asked.
I grit my teeth. “I was on a run, Rex. Old Lady or not, she wouldn’t have been with me for that.”
Rex went quiet and then I heard him talking to someone. “Go check Jack’s rooms for Melody, now.”
“She’s not at the bar?” I asked.
“Give me a minute to find out if she’s in the back. I haven’t seen her since she left to meet with you two hours ago.”
I forced myself to breathe, to stay calm, but the more I thought of Melody in danger, I couldn’t. I was fidgeting by the time Rex told me what I already knew.
“She’s gone, Jack. Not in the room, the shop, or out with the bikes.”
“Samuel there?” I asked.
“He’s been here with his Old Lady for a while. All the officers are accounted for,” Rex finished.
If not one of them, who? The only one I had contact with … “Fuck. I gotta go.”
“What the fuck is going on, Jack? You can’t do this alone.”
As quickly as I could, I told him about the text messages.
“All the club members who have beef with you are here in the clubhouse.”
“Then who isn’t there?” I asked.
“I’ll call you back.”
The line disconnected, and I was left holding the phone, terrified of what could be happening to Melody but knowing I couldn’t make a move until I knew more. There were plenty of members who didn’t like what my father did, that went without saying, but more who knew what I had done for the club. Samuel and his pack held the reins, but the chess moves were already in motion. Whoever texted me was with Melody, and my best clue was who wasn’t in the club.
A fucking half an hour went by before my phone rang.
“Who is it?” I asked without preamble.
“Only one member not accounted for.”
“Who. Is. It?”
Rex sighed heavily, and I felt my heart drop. “Fix, Jack. Fix is missing.”
Fucking bullshit. “He’s my best friend, Rex.”
“Yeah, I know. But everyone else is accounted for, or where they say they are.”
I hung up the line, and it took everything in me not to throw the phone in the same fucking field I tossed shit in earlier. It wasn’t Fix, it couldn’t be. I jumped on my bike. Fix had a garage, a place he liked to work when he wanted to get away from club life. I’d been there a few times. I’d prove Rex wrong. Gravel spit as I spun my wheels and zoomed down the highway.
I reached Fix’s garage and found his cycle outside, alo
ng with his Jeep, but nothing out of the ordinary. No screams or anything out of place. Instead, I heard a throaty moan and a feminine cry. He’d have to be interrupted today. I’d have to use him to find Melody. I stomped toward his garage door and flung it open.
“Yo, Fix, I’m going to need your h—”
I stopped midstride. Fix swung a gun my way, his hips pumping in between Melody’s legs.
“About time you showed up. Your bitch needed dick, so I’m giving it to her. You like that, don’t you, baby?”
Melody groaned, but I couldn’t see her face under the blindfold. But I did see her bound arms.
“I’m going to fucking gut you,” I hissed.
“Temper, temper. Wouldn’t want me to kill her, would you?”
Fix shifted his gun to point it at Melody, but I already was moving. Fuck talking and waiting. If we were going to die tonight, we’d go down fighting. I caught Fix around his waist and ripped him away from Melody with our momentum. He landed hard on the floor underneath me, his gun skirting away in the struggle.
“You rotten son of a bitch!” I roared.
I used his hair to lift his head from the ground and slammed it back down.
“Why?!” I yelled.
I didn’t give him a chance to respond but smashed his face into the ground again.
“Motherfucker.”
It wasn’t enough. I forced him to his back and pummeled his face with my fists. Blood splattered, teeth flew, and I kept punching. The wet suction his mouth made around my knuckles soothed me. The way he gurgled on his blood and flailed under me fed my satisfaction. But I wanted to know why. I stopped hitting him long enough to let him catch his breath.
“Why?” I asked.
He spit a wad of blood in my face. “Because I should have been you.”
“Jealousy? You did this shit all for some petty fucking jealousy?”
Enraged, I took his head and placed my thumbs against his eyes. “Then let me put you out of your misery.”
I didn’t give a shit how he screamed as I pressed my thumbs down until his eyeballs popped. Instead, I just shut him up by pounding his head one last time, with everything I had, into the floor. I pulled myself away from him and crawled to Melody’s side.
Going Under Page 9