Get Away

by Jade Chandler

  “And Delta isn’t going to take your shit.” He chucked my chin and turned away.

  I didn’t want Delta. Our deal was once and I planned to keep it that way, no matter how bad my baser parts craved him.

  My body had healed and the need to make love was powerful. All my fantasies centered around the biker who was bad for me.

  Stop fooling yourself. You want him. You fantasize about another night. You can pretend you’ll say no, but you know better.

  I hated when I argued with myself, and lost.

  I was determined to be on a plane home on Monday. Surely I could hold strong for four days. If Vegas wasn’t an option, I’d to go to LA. There were lots of dance options there, and I’d fight for my place. I wasn’t ending up on the back of some small-town biker’s ride, no matter how tempting he might be.

  The sensuous way he’d kissed flashed through my mind. I could see his penetrating gaze eating me up. I’d never felt more desirable than when Delta had made love—no, he’d fucked me. My stupid heart couldn’t confuse mind-melting orgasms with emotion. Not that I wanted him emotionally involved because that’d be so much worse. We were oil and water, black and white, ice and fire, and I couldn’t forget that. We could never be happy together.

  “Hey, girl.” Avery bumped me with her hip. “You look serious over here.”

  “I’m tired of waiting, tired of not knowing, tired of everything.” Tired of resisting these bikers. Tired of being disappointed by men. Just plain tired.

  “Sweetie, Delta took care of everything.” She patted my shoulder.

  “So I can go back to Vegas, pick up the pieces of my life?” I wrung my hands together and made myself stop, then dropped them to my sides. I wasn’t some country girl who couldn’t control her own fucking body.

  “I... I just don’t know that.” Avery bit her lip. “We know it was successful, but that’s not very specific.”

  “Exactly.” I sighed.

  “You didn’t used to be so...”

  “So what?” I tapped my foot.

  “Serious, angry, unhappy.” Avery threw her hands in the air. “I want my old Glory back.”

  “So do I, but I’m not sure that’s possible.” I hadn’t admitted it to anyone, but I was scared. I was scared I’d never find the old me, the carefree, confident girl who’d tackled Vegas with a wink and a grin. “I miss me too.”

  Avery gathered me in her arms and held me tight. I wished her hug made everything better, but it just didn’t. Nothing made it better, and I was scared nothing ever would.

  The door to the clubhouse opened. I stepped away from Avery. Zero strode through, then Thorn, and the door began to swing closed. Where was Delta?

  Then he was there. Blond hair all messy, eyes downcast, and he was different. I couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, but something was definitely wrong. What had happened to him?

  What had my stupidity made him do?

  Without thinking, I moved toward him. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to touch him, look into those piercing blue eyes and see what was wrong. The closer I came, the more off he felt. I hated it. I needed him to be the same cocky bastard I’d met in Vegas.

  He’d barely made it into the room when I launched myself at him. “Delta.” His name was only a whisper on my lips, but he glanced up and caught me in a tight hug and swung me around so we both faced away from the crowd of bikers.

  “Queenie, damn you look good.” He inhaled deeply. “Peaches.”

  I think that’s what he mumbled before his mouth crashed into mine. His kiss branded me in a way none of our other kisses had. I was his. Emotion flared between us. I curled my arms around his neck and pressed closer, surrendering everything I had to him. I gave him my heart, then and there.

  The kiss changed, growing deeper, yet softer all at once.

  When my mind fired again, I heard hoots and whistles and I tried to pull back. He held me tight, then lifted me up and turned and took a step. My legs awkwardly dangled in the air, but his hold was tight and his kiss only grew fiercer.

  Fuck it all.

  I wrapped my legs around his middle and let him carry me from the clubroom. He kicked open the second room in the hallway and walked inside. He didn’t drop me to the bed like I thought he would. He sat on the bed, cradling me in his lap.

  When he finally broke the kiss, he looked at me. “You healed up?”

  “Yeah. I’m better.” I ran fingers down his stubbled cheek, loving the rough texture of his new whiskers.

  “You can go back to Vegas to the Starlord again, if you want it.”

  Something shifted inside me, and the jagged pieces that had hurt so much fell back into place. “You’re serious?”

  “Yeah, I made it good.” He gave me a ghost of a smile.

  Relief washed through me, and hope blossomed for the first time since I’d turned in my resignation all those weeks ago. “You made it good.” I smiled the first real smile in a long time. “You made it good.” A bubble of laughter escaped. Then I kissed him. His lips first, then his cheeks, chin, tip of his nose, each eyelid, and kept showering him with kisses until he moved and claimed my mouth in a slow, passionate kiss.

  Oh hell yeah, that was exactly what I’d been missing.

  I held him tight and kissed him with all I had, pouring my own passion into what was brewing between us. Had it been an hour ago when I’d decided to hold strong? Four days? I hadn’t lasted four freaking minutes.

  I would give him all he wanted because I couldn’t say no, and I didn’t even want to. I only wanted to help him, give to him, and maybe he could find his way back. Because of him, I thought I might find my way back to that Glory that Avery missed.

  His calloused hands slid up the back of my tee and unhooked my bra before sliding across my ribs to my front. Shivers chased down my spine. I pressed into him, feeling his hard erection. We were both on the same page, and I wanted to move to the good stuff, pronto.

  A knock sounded on the door and I pulled back but Delta just followed me, not even slowing.

  “You’re needed in the council chambers.” Thorn’s voice boomed through the door.

  “Goddammit.” Delta did this smooth move that had me on the bed and he stood up. “Fuck, I hate to leave right now.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You stay here. When this is done we’re going to my place. Get me?”

  With just-kissed lips and smoldering blue eyes devouring me, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. I’d say yes to anything he wanted. “I’ll be here.”

  He gave me that smart-ass half grin of his. “You better be.” Then he walked out the door.

  Chapter 24: Delta

  I rearranged my hard-on as I walked down the hall to the council chambers. I didn’t want to see the leadership or talk about the shit I’d done for this club. Killing those teens had broken something in me, and I feared it had ruined my connection to the Brotherhood. When I thought of my club now, the anger boiled in me. Would that go away?

  Inside, the leadership team sat around the table. I looked up at them since the table was set on a platform for just that reason.

  Jericho nodded to me. “Thank you for the work you did in Vegas. That shit isn’t ever easy.” He looked at Thorn. “Thorn’s already given us a report, but we have a couple questions for you.”

  I glanced at Rebel, my boss, who seemed worried. In fact the whole group was uptight.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Why did I ask that? Everyone knew I’d done bad shit, and I knew I would never be the same.

  “Fuck, no,” Thorn barked.

  “You kept us whole and we know what you sacrificed. It can’t have been easy to take out those boys.” Jericho said the thing I’d been trying to ignore.

  Rage blasted through me. He’d been the reason I killed them. They all had. I saw their young faces devoid of life. The easy way the knife
sliced through their throats. Fuck. I couldn’t escape those memories. Glory had made them go away, but I didn’t deserve her or deserve any respite. I’d killed those kids and now I had to live with it.

  “Delta, you okay?” Rebel looked at me funny.

  “What?”

  “I said, you need anything?” Jericho had the same worried look on his face. “Maybe talk to someone.”

  “Fuck that. I ain’t some wet-behind-the-ears whelp.” I met the gaze of each of the council members. “You sent me to take care of it. I did. And that’s all there is to it.”

  Jericho nodded. “Thorn said he talked to you about Vegas. You okay being out there from time to time to make sure things are going smooth? We haven’t really talked that through yet.”

  “Maybe have you do the bail work out there? Or whatever you want, really,” Rebel said.

  “Whatever you need—I’ll do it.” I met Rebel’s gaze. “I’m fine with what went down.” That was total bullshit on my part. I was far from fine.

  “I know, brother.” Rebel nodded.

  My skin itched—it was like I no longer fit in myself or in the Brotherhood. I’d changed and I wasn’t sure I’d ever really fit again.

  “Let’s party, then,” Rock said. “Thank you for taking care of Glory.”

  “Anything for the club, brother.” I gave him my two finger salute. “But I’m going to pass on the party. Glory and I got business.”

  I booked it away from them before they came up with any other ideas, but Thorn still caught up to me outside the door to where Queenie waited.

  “When something eats at you, it don’t stop. Not ever.” He spoke low. “You got to purge that shit or it’ll leave you a shell.”

  “I got this.” I clapped him on the back. “No worries.”

  I didn’t have myself under control and I sure as shit wasn’t right with killing those kids in Vegas, but whining to Thorn or the council wasn’t going to help get me right in the head. I figured I’d ignore it until it went away. It’d always worked for me before.

  I slipped inside the room and locked it behind me. Glory lay atop the bed bared for me. Her golden skin called to me, and her deep blue eyes were pulling me under.

  “You’re too far away.” She lifted her arms above her head, and her beautiful tits poked straight up.

  I stepped forward and kicked off each boot. She beckoned me forward with her finger. I stripped off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans.

  My queen sat up as I shoved the pants down—she leaned forward and sucked my cock into her mouth. Fuck. Her hot mouth slid down my shaft, taking me all in. She moved up and down faster and faster. I tangled my hands in her hair and held on as she rocked my world.

  The weeks without a woman was playing hell with my control. I tried to hold out, pull back but she wouldn’t let me.

  “Queen,” I panted. Then I pushed ahead, as the climax built in my knees, rushed up my thighs and shot out of me. I’d held back too long, and the sweet relief almost stole my strength as my knees shook.

  With a satisfied smile, she lay back on the bed. “Ready to go to your place?”

  “In time.” I stood and stepped to the end of the bed. I grabbed each ankle and pulled her toward me until her ass rested on the edge of the mattress.

  She’d switched the order up, but I still planned to make her beg me to stop. I needed to satisfy her in ways she didn’t know she needed. That was what I did, and normally, after making a woman scream my name all night long, I was done. But Queenie was different—I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I bent my head and ran my tongue along her seam. Her sweet cream tasted like perfection. With her hips rocking, she tried to anchor herself by wrapping her fingers in my hair but it was too short. I focused on her, feeling every nuance of her arousal and letting it feed mine. I coveted every groan, every breathy sigh, and every whimper.

  Like the imperious queen she was—she pushed up on elbows to stare down at me. “Fuck me. I need—”

  I nuzzled her clit in that way I had, and her words turned to a scream as her body quaked. Others might consider this the end, but for me, it was only the beginning.

  She writhed on the bed, trying to find a deeper release. Orgasms crashed into her faster and faster until her body shook.

  “Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Fuck me, now.” She tugged my arms but I didn’t budge. I was feasting.

  She leaned forward dangling her tits over me and raked fingers up my back. “I need that big cock buried deep, pounding me hard. Give me what I need.”

  Her begging turned me on. I’d give her what she wanted, in time.

  Then she hit it—the peak where reason left and pleasure was all that remained. She pumped up into my mouth while she chanted fuck me. Her nails dug into my back. I had to see how I’d unraveled the queen. Her tits were magnificent and I had to taste them.

  She moved her hand lower until she stroked my cock.

  “Fuck me, please. I need to explode around you, right fucking now.” She snarled the command. Lucky for her, I recovered quickly, especially after what the women at our sex club had taught me about control.

  With that wicked grin, I met her gaze, stood and with a jerk positioned her before plunging deep into that hot, ready pussy.

  Within seconds her body shook harder than before. She arched up and clawed me to her. I thrust harder, faster, needing to own her as she fell apart under me. There I saw her as she truly was—and her beauty was unmatched. The passion and intensity stole my reasoning and I felt myself follow her, coming again. But this wasn’t just sexual fulfillment—it went deeper. She was mine, and when I was with her she made me feel whole and right again. Holding me tight to her, I loved the fierce way she’d fucked me and I still needed more.

  I settled next to her and let her snuggle into my side—something else I never did. I had never been a cuddler, but as Glory drifted to sleep beside me I started to understand the appeal. She fell asleep beside me, and I wasn’t impatient to move, wasn’t ready to move on. I could stare at her forever.

  Chapter 25: Glory

  “You joining us?” A pounding on the door woke me with a start.

  Delta mumbled curse words and chucked a boot at the door. “Go away.”

  “Fuck that.” An Italian biker strode through the door.

  I should care that I was naked, but I was too exhausted.

  “What the fuck?” Delta sat up and threw a cover over me. “Get the fuck out, JoJo!”

  “Man, that’s not a sheep.” The biker sounded confused.

  I had the urge to baa but that required too much energy.

  “No shit! Get the fuck out of here.”

  “I come from OKC, and this is the welcome I get,” he growled at Delta.

  “I didn’t ask you to come. Did I?”

  “Where else would I be after the shit you went through.” The guy stepped forward and hugged Delta, who was stark-ass naked.

  I was sure Delta would deck him, but he didn’t do anything. I saw his shoulders droop, and I realized he’d needed this just as much as the intense fucking we’d just finished. I wasn’t the smartest girl, but even I could see something bothered him bad.

  “Trying to sleep here. Take it outside, boys.” I wasn’t tired anymore, but maybe it would be the push he needed to talk to his friend.

  Delta flashed me a grin and stepped into his pants before he walked out the door.

  I wished I could follow him, maybe turn into a fly to hear what they said. But I’d have to pry it out of him the hard way. I lay in bed but I couldn’t go back to sleep—that train had left the depot. So I pulled up my hair and stepped into the shabby but clean shower and washed off the sweat and fluids from our fun.

  After I dressed, I walked around the room for only a minute or two before I got bored. Voices carried from the main room, and I decided to inv
estigate. The clubroom was now filled with bikers and girls. Some were old ladies but others were definitely the party type. Were they sheep? I spotted Avery and Lila across the room and made my way there.

  “I wondered if he’d ever let you go.” Avery gave me a huge smile and squeezed me in a tight hug. “I walked back to find you, but the sounds coming from your room were scalding hot—”

  “Perv.” I pushed my friend back a step. “Don’t you get enough on your own? Have to listen to mine?”

  She laughed her high-pitched tinkle that I absolutely loved.

  “She’s a desperate woman,” Lila agreed.

  I laughed. “I need a beer.”

  The girls walked me to the bar, where I got a vodka tonic instead of a beer from the cute kid who worked the bar.

  “I get off at ten tonight.” He winked and handed me a drink.

  “I already got off.”

  “She’s with Delta,” Avery said at the same time as me.

  The kid ducked his head and found something to do at the other end of the bar.

  I turned to Avery. “Who says I’m with Delta?”

  “I do.” His deep rumble sounded behind me.

  I glanced over my shoulder and grinned. “Well then, I guess that works for me.” To the red-faced kid, I yelled. “Another vodka.”

  He brought me another vodka and handed Delta a bottle of Southern Comfort.

  I pulled him away from the girls. “I want to dance.”

  “Lead the way, Queen.” His gravelly voice made me wet.

  “I thought that was the man’s job,” I quipped.

  “Not when they dance with you.” He arched that eyebrow and downed his whiskey.

  “When did we dance together?”

  “At your place—the first night we met?”

  “That doesn’t count—that was foreplay dancing.” I remembered the way he’d moved with an understated grace.

  “It’s the only kind of dancing I do.” He smirked and took another swig, then set his bottle on a table filled with bikers.

  I downed my drink and set the glass next to his bottle. He clasped my hands and led me into the handful of dancers moving in a makeshift dance floor in front of the stage. A band played Southern rock covers. I tried to move back but Delta held on to me.