by Jessica Ames
She smirks at me. “Knickers…” She rolls it over her tongue in a British accent. “Such a strange word.”
“I don’t give a fuck what they’re called, babe, just get them the fuck off.”
Amy pushes the scrap of lace covering her cunt down her legs in a move so sexy I nearly blow my load right now.
I don’t hesitate to go straight to her pussy. I stick my nose between her folds before I flatten my tongue against her clit. She arches her back off the bed, which pushes me on. Fuck, I love her scent and I love how wet she gets for me. She’s like putty in my hands.
I dip a hand inside her bra, playing with the little nubs that are solid, like bullets. She moans and fuck, if that doesn’t make my dick stand up and take notice. I slide two fingers inside her slickness, loving the way her pussy clamps around me and push them as deep as I can go. She gasps, gripping the sheets.
“Shane!”
She comes hard, her eyes fucking rolling in her head as her thighs twitch. I smirk as I snag a condom from my jeans pocket and roll it down my shaft, giving my dick two pulls to keep it hard before I climb over her. When I push inside her, she makes a mewling sound that has me gritting my teeth. She’s tight as hell, strangling my cock before I’m able to start moving. I push into her, her fingers digging into my biceps as I do.
I lean down and kiss her then I start to move. I set a punishing pace, and her mouth opens as I slam into her over and over. She’s like a fucking angel lying beneath me, her hair fanned over the blankets like a halo. I want to worship her body.
She goes over the edge first, screaming my name and I follow her a second later, exploding into the condom. I slow my pace, but I don’t pull out of her until I’m softening.
Collapsing onto the mattress next to her, my skin slick with sweat, I try to catch my breath.
“That was… so good,” she gasps.
“Glad it met your approval,” I tell her on a grin.
Once we’re able to breathe again, we clean up and climb into bed. She snuggles against my side and I feel fucking content having her there. I’ve never been this settled with a woman before. I want to make her mine, which means I need to consider if I’m leaving Tennessee or not when the time comes.
23
Amy
The next morning, I’m woken by Shane between my legs doing delicious things with his tongue. The man is a wizard. He brings me to orgasm then we make love before showering and heading downstairs.
Waking with this man is becoming my favorite thing to do. I love spending time with him. Even last night was crazy but amazing. The club party wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. There was a lot of on display sex, which was a little strange at first, but there weren’t any drug deals in the corner or torture going on. Don’t get me wrong, I could feel the danger in the air, sense the danger that surrounds these men, but I could have been at a party at the Broken Eagles clubhouse, minus all the orgies.
It goes a long way to put me at ease. Part of me doesn’t care if Shane is knee deep in filth. I love him, and nothing is going to change that. Another part tells me I shouldn’t be thinking that way, that I should care.
We’re standing in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and his fingers keep skimming over my waist as he passes me. It’s little touches here and there, but they have my lips quirking at the corners. He can’t stop from touching me, even if it’s just little passes here and there. The man is gone for me, and that’s a heady feeling. I’ve never had this effect on a man before. It’s a little overwhelming. I snag the bread out of the cupboard, and hand it to Shane. “Put the toast in.” I head for the front door. “I’m just going to grab the mail.”
“Hmm, I love it when you’re bossy,” he says taking the bread and pressing his lips to mine.
Kissing him leaves my legs a little shaky and when he pulls back, I feel like I’m floating on air. He grins at me, as if he knows what he’s doing to me. As affected as he is by me, I’m just as affected by him.
“I can be really bossy.”
I pull away, hating losing his touch and head for the door. It’s sunny outside when I step outside and I shield my eyes from the brightness. I quickly make my way up the path, aware I’m wearing my cupcake pj’s and quickly snag the mail from the box before rushing back inside.
“I don’t think anyone saw me,” I say as I close the door behind me.
“In those pajamas, trust me, babe, everyone was looking.”
I peer down at my pants, a pout playing across my mouth. “No one appreciates the cupcakes.”
“I prefer you out of them.” He spans my waist with his hands as I flick through the stack of mail. One of the envelopes catches my attention. It’s handwritten, which seems strange, so I open it first.
“You prefer anything that keeps me naked,” I accuse.
I barely get the envelope open when there’s a knock on the front door. With a sigh, I slide the mail onto the counter and roll my eyes. The last thing I want is to be interrupted this morning. I was hoping Shane and I could spend some time together before I head into work.
“Start the eggs.”
“There you go, being bossy again,” he smirks as he moves to the fridge.
“Admit it, you love it,” I throw over my shoulder as I head to the door.
When I drag it open, the last person I expect to see on my stoop is my brother. Chase is wearing his jeans, tee, jacket, his badge on his hip. He’s either working or on his way into the station.
“Chase! What are you doing here?”
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Can I come in?”
“Uh… Sure.”
I let him into the living room and fold my arms over my chest. “What’s going on?”
“I just wanted to apologize for how we left shit the other day. Didn’t want to upset you.”
“It’s fine,” I tell him. I’m not sure how he will react to knowing Shane is in the kitchen, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to test it. My brother can be a jerk sometimes and he’s made it clear he doesn’t like Shane.
A noise from the kitchen has him peering around me. “There someone here?”
Before I can stop him, he’s striding around me and into the kitchen. He stops in his tracks when he sees Shane at the stove. He’s not wearing his kutte, but doesn’t need to. Tattooed between his shoulders is the Untamed Sons insignia.
Chase’s jaw clenches. “I didn’t realize you had company.”
I step in front of him as Shane turns to him. I get a little sidetracked by his bare chest.
“Uh, Shane, this is my brother, Chase. Chase, Shane.”
“The biker,” Chase spits out. My eyes flare.
“Play nice,” I snap.
He rolls his eyes, but Shane, I notice is glaring just as hard at Chase.
“You’re police.” The accusation in his voice has my gaze snapping to him.
“You have to play nice too!”
“Not going to lie, I’m not thrilled about you dating my sister. I know all about your club.”
Shane lets his attention drift toward me before he speaks again. “She’s mine. You can like it or not, but that ain’t changing.”
“Okay, both of you take a breath.” I step between them. “Chase, do you want a coffee?”
“Sure.” He says this without taking his eyes off Shane. I roll mine.
“Too much testosterone right now.” I move to the coffee machine and switch it on as I grab my mail again. “You two are going to have to get along. I love you both.”
I free the letter and open it out.
As my eyes scan over the words, I feel my heart start to pound so loudly I can hear it in my ears. My stomach feels heavy, like an anvil is sitting in my gut.
“Babe?”
“Amy?”
There’s concern in Shane and Chase’s voices and I don’t blame it for being there. I’m not functioning right now. My whole body feels like Jell-O as Shane moves into my space and takes the letter from me.
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As he reads it, I can see the rage growing in his face.
“Who the fuck sent this?”
Chase takes it from him and reads it. “Fuck, this is sick.” He places it back on the counter, careful not to touch too much of the paper.
I have a good idea who would threaten to rape me in my sleep. Considering this was sent through the regular mail, it’s safe to assume he knows where I live, which is a terrifying thought.
“Amy, who the fuck sent this?” Shane presses. His jaw twitches as he tightens it, his anger growing like a volcano ready to erupt.
I swallow hard and shake my head. Rick. He was so angry the other night, but this is something else entirely.
“I don’t know,” I say, not wanting to condemn a man before I know for sure.
“Ames…”
I sink onto the stool in front of the breakfast bar and try to control the shaking in my hands.
“I need a name, Amy. I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Please calm down.”
“Calm down? He threatened to break into your house and fucking rape you. I’m not calming down. I’m going to peel the fucking flesh off his bones.”
His body is wired so tightly, I feel as if he’s going to spring back like an elastic band at any point.
I glance at my brother, looking for support. “Can you say something here to help? You’re police.”
He shrugs. “I’m with Shane. I’m going to fucking kill whoever sent this.
I let out a breath. I can’t blame them for their anger, their fear. I’m terrified too.
“Chase!”
He huffs. “We can file a police report, see if I can get some detectives on the case.”
“Fuck that,” Shane growls. “This ain’t a job for the police.”
“It’s exactly a job for the police.”
“Club’ll handle it.”
Chase scoffs. “Yeah, I know exactly how your fucking club will ‘handle’ it. No way. We do this legal and above board.”
Shane gets in his face, his mouth pulled into a snarl that scares me a little. I’ve never seen this much anger coming off him before.
“You think legal and above board is going to work with a fucker threatening what he’s threatening?”
I watch the standoff developing between two men I love deeply. My brother scowls and points a finger at Shane’s chest.
“You let me handle this.”
“Ain’t trusting Amy’s safety to anyone.”
“You think I’d let anything happen to her? She’s my sister, asshole.”
“I know that. Don’t care who she is to you. She’s my woman and I’ll do what I have to in order to keep her fucking safe. Don’t like that, ain’t my problem, but don’t get in my way.”
Chase stares at him, his eyes blazing fire, but it’s me he speaks to.
“Do you see why I don’t want you with this guy?”
“I get that you’re both worried,” I say, “but surely it doesn’t hurt to have the police and the club looking into this? It’ll speed the process up.”
“Sons handle shit in-house, Amy. We don’t bring the law into our business.”
“Yeah, well in the Sheldon family, we go to the police when people are being threatened,” Chase interjects.
“File the report,” Shane snarls out the words, “but you better hope you get to that fucker before I do.”
24
Whizz
I’m fucking furious about the threat Amy received. My blood boils every time I think about it, in fact. I want to kill the bastard who sent it, but until we know who that is, I’m trying to keep my cool so I don’t freak her out. The threat is serious, and while I don’t like Chase, I do feel a little better knowing more eyes are out there, hunting this guy. The police have shit at their disposal I don’t have—like finger printing and DNA sampling. Not that Chase implied any of that would be done, but I have to hope with a threat this serious they would do more than just twiddle their fucking thumbs.
I suspect Amy knows more than she’s letting on. She’s been quiet since the letter came, which is expected, but she won’t meet my gaze when I ask about it, which makes me think she’s hiding something. What, I don’t know, but I intend to find out.
I drop her off at work and drive the cage back to the clubhouse. I’m picking her up after she finishes her shift, too. I’m not taking any chances. If I could, I’d stay with her during her shift, but that suggestion had not gone down well.
I head to find Flash. The brother is a computer whiz, so I’m hoping he can find something out about who Amy’s mystery letter sender might be.
I find him in his room, tinkering on his computers as usual. Flash lives up to his name. His entire wardrobe is designer, including the boots he’s wearing. He’s got jeans on with a white button-up shirt that makes him look more like a male model than a biker. His hair is perfectly styled and he has a heavy chain around his neck that probably cost an arm and a leg.
He glances up as I rap on the door frame to get his attention.
“Brother,” he says.
“Need a favor. Someone’s harassing my woman. Need to figure out who is in her life. Can you help?”
“You got a name?”
“Amy Sheldon.”
“Anything else you can tell me?”
I reel off as much information as I can about her, while Flash types shit into the computer. When I’m done, he says, “Give me an hour. I’ll have something for you.”
“Appreciate that.”
I make my way back to my room, pissed at having to sit around with my thumb up my arse waiting for an answer, but grateful as fuck Flash can help. If there’s anything to find, he’ll discover it. Do I feel guilty about rummaging through Amy’s life? A little, but if it keeps her safe, I’ll do whatever I have to.
A text message comes through and I pull out my phone.
AMY: I miss you.
I grin and type my response.
ME: Not long before you can see me again.
AMY: Work’s going so slowly.
ME: I can’t wait to have my mouth on your pussy tonight.
The dots don’t appear for a second and I grin. Then she starts typing.
AMY: How am I supposed to get through the day when you’re saying shit like that?
ME: I want you thinking about me.
AMY: Congratulations. I am. I have to go. Patient needs me, but I can’t wait to see you tonight.
ME: I’ll be waiting outside the ER. Don’t leave without me.
AMY: I won’t. Love you.
ME: Love you too.
The thought of my mouth on her pussy has me needing to let off a little steam. I head into the bathroom, turn the shower on and strip out of my clothes. As I step under the spray, the heat blasts my skin. My room at the clubhouse is pretty basic, but the shower is out of this world. No shitty water pressure, like the ones in the London chapter, and endless hot water.
As I stand under the spray, I know I need to make a decision sooner or later about what I’m doing with Amy. My time here is drawing to an end. We nearly have the proof we need to point the finger at Mac and once we have it, I’ll need to return to London. Ravage never meant this as a long-term thing. Fuck, I never expected it to be a long-term thing either. Now that I’ve found Amy, I don’t want to leave Tennessee. I’m not sure where the hell that leaves me in the club, but there are brothers who have transferred between clubs. It’s not that unusual.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my hips. I dress then I grab my phone and call Ravage.
He picks up after the second ring and doesn’t bother with pleasantries.
“The fox still in the hen house?”
“We’re closing in. That ain’t why I’m calling.”
There’s a pause, then, “You crashed again?”
I snort. “I’m unlucky, but I ain’t fucking cursed.”
“What then?”
“I met someone.”
“Did you call me to talk about your fucking love life, ‘cause I got to say, brother—”
“No, I didn’t.” I interrupt before he can get going on a rant. “Ain’t sure I want to come back to London when this shit is done.”
“Fuck, really? Whizz, we fucking need you.”
“Know that, Prez, but ain’t wanting to leave.”
“You’ve been there fuck all time and you’re wanting to put down roots?”
“Met a girl who changed my fucking life, Rav. She’s like no one I’ve ever been with.”
“All right, don’t get soppy on me. Let me talk to Nox, to the others. You really want to transfer to Tennessee? Ain’t going to stop you, but you need to be sure, brother.”
“I’m sure.”
“Let me talk to the boys. You’ll need to talk to Omen too. See if he’s willing to transfer you over.”
“Okay.”
“Fuck, you go, I’m going to miss your ugly mug.”
“Now who’s getting soppy.”
“Fuck you, dickhead.”
I grin. “Talk later.”
I barely finish the call when there’s a knock on my door. I get up and open it to Flash. The brother runs a hand over his neck as he stands in the doorway of my room.
“She’s clean as a fucking whistle. Never even had a parking ticket. She did have some big court case against a local hospital, though.”
“I know about that.”
“Settlement was pretty impressive. Just over a million.”
My eyes flare at that. Amy’s never indicated she has money. Her house is modest, on the small side even. She doesn’t buy expensive clothes or shoes. Whatever happened to that money, she didn’t fucking spend it.
“The money?”
“From what I can tell was used to start up a group charity for harassment victims. She runs it once a week.”
That makes me love her even more.
“Thanks, Flash.”
“This woman—she’s important to you?”
I turn and look him in the eyes. “She’s everything to me.