Each drag and pull of his cock hit something perfectly inside of me. I was so wet, that it felt absolutely heavenly. The raise of my leg enabled him to get further inside of me, and the contrast of the cool air on my folds was nearly my undoing.
“Don’t come yet.” He said as he dropped my leg back to the ground.
This new position had a tightness to it. The length of his cock hit me in a different spot, and I felt myself getting wetter. The slap of the saddle of his hips meeting my ass was driving me higher and higher each time I heard it. There were also the wet sounds of his dick pounding into me. Each withdraw and advance you could hear the sucking sound of my pussy not wanting to let his cock go.
“I can’t. I’m close.” I gasped.
“What is that?” Another woman asked, breaking through some of my sex induced fog.
“It sounds like someone’s fucking.”
I knew that voice. It was Laura, and she sounded disgusted. I ignored them.
Jack didn’t however. Pulling out abruptly, I found myself being turned and lifted into the air. The next instant I found myself full of his cock with my back pressed against the tile. My legs circled his hips, and my hands found their way into his hair. Pulling hard, I brought his mouth down to mine.
My tongue entered his mouth, and he sucked hard before releasing it. I bit down roughly on his lower lip and he started pounding into me harder. “Fuck.”
“I’m getting management.” Laura said snottily.
“I’m close. Hurry.” Jack demanded quietly.
I didn’t need the announcement though, because soon I was soaring. Each pound of his cock brought me closer and closer to the edge until, finally, I was pushed over. Jack’s mouth covered mine as I came. He swallowed my gasps and cries with his mouth. He grunted, and I felt the added warmth as he came inside of me.
Both of us were panting hard, staring at each other with wide smiles once we both finished coming.
“You need to get dressed.” Jack said quietly, as he let my legs go.
Wetness oozed out as his cock slid out of me, and I grimaced. Knowing there was no other way around it, I pulled my sweaty clothes back on, followed by my shoes.
“What’s going on?” An authoritative voice asked.
My eyes went wide as I stared at Jack. I really didn’t want to be kicked out of this gym. I loved it.
His eyes started moving around the area, and they stopped on the small rectangular window. His grin told me all I needed to know. Reaching up, he undid the old-fashioned latch, and pushed it open to the outside.
Holding out his hand, I placed mine in his and walked forward to where I was standing directly in front of it. Grabbing me around the waist, he hoisted me up above his head effortlessly, and I crawled out the window and promptly fell onto my ass once I let go.
Jack almost made it look like art as he came out the window. He landed deftly onto both feet, and extended his hand to help me up from the ground.
I laughed and took it. “Let’s go. I need a shower.”
He walked with me, hand and hand, to his motorcycle. Yanking a t-shirt out of his saddlebags, he shrugged it on over his head, and swung his leg over the bike. Handing me my helmet, I put it on and watched as he did the same with his. Swinging my own leg over, I snuggled up close to his back, and placed my feet on the pegs.
He started the bike with a deep throaty roar, and the vibrations did funny things to my over sensitized lower half that had me squirming behind him.
Jack’s deep bellow of laughter proceeded us out of the parking lot.
***
Gabe snickered as I helped the fallen woman off the ground. I glared at him but kept my mouth shut.
He was my shadow for the next few hours, while Jack made his parts run to Dallas. I was at a patient’s house where we got a call for an “unknown injury.”
“Can you tell me what happened?” I asked with barely restrained annoyance.
“Well, I was opening the mail and I got a paper cut.” The young woman said.
My eyes closed for a few moments while I took her blood pressure. “You got a paper cut.” I said for clarification.
“Yeah.”
“Ma’am. This paper cut isn’t even bleeding anymore. What did you want me to do?”
“Well, you can, like, put a Band-Aid on it, can’t you?”
Gabe was turning around and walking to the side of the house where he could no doubt laugh in peace. “Yes, ma’am. But when you call 911, you take our resources away from someone who could really need it.”
“I did need it. My finger was bleeding, and I couldn’t get my husband to get out of bed.”
“Your husband is ignoring you?” I asked.
I wasn’t really surprised, either. I’d ignore the bitch, too.
“Yeah. I called and called for him to get out of bed and bring me a Band-aid, but he never came, so I called you.”
“Did you check on your husband after you called 911?” I asked.
“No. I’m mad at him.”
Putting the bandage over her finger, I stood and made my way into the house. “Which way to your bedroom?”
The house was an absolute pigsty. Trash lined the walls. The trashcan was overflowing. Bugs ran skittering away as I walked through, and there was an odd smell in the air.
“Through that first doorway on your left. Is your partner coming in?” She asked.
My so called “partner” was still in the truck. Danni, with an ‘I’ didn’t want to get out because it was only a BS call. My partner was also spoiled rotten and probably got this job because she has family in the company.
I ignored the question and continued into the room. The smell was much stronger here. It smelled like urine and feces, and I about gagged. My hand lifted to cover my face, and I approached the lump on the bed with a foreboding feeling.
As soon as I reached the man’s side, I knew he was dead. Rolling him over, the first thing I became aware of was the stiffness. Rigor mortis had set in, which meant he’d been dead for a while.
Sighing, I turned to the woman. “Your husband is dead.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I said in all confidence.
“Well, that’s no good. How the hell am I supposed to eat?” She asked.
My mouth dropped open, and I stood staring at her flabbergasted. “Your husband is dead and you’re worried about what you’re supposed to eat?”
“Well, yeah. He’s the one who buys the groceries.”
And pays for them. I didn’t say it out loud, even though I wanted to.
Palming the radio at my shoulder, I called it in. “Dispatch, we need the police. Priority zero.”
Priority zero meant the patient was dead, and there was no reason to hurry. Police had to be notified each time a death occurred. The coroner would also be contacted by dispatch to pronounce the man dead before he would be taken from the residence.
Walking out of the room with the woman following close beside me, I came out into the yard and took a nice big breath of clean air. Gabe was leaning against the side of his bike and Danni with an “I” was trying to chat with him, but he was as closed off towards her as one could be.
When he saw me exit the house, his eyes immediately zeroed on to me. “Danni, I need you to take in the stretcher and an extra sheet. Please cover the body in the first bedroom.”
She gave me an annoyed look and huffed back to the truck. Turning my attention back to Gabe, I saw he had his eyes raised in question.
“The woman’s husband’s dead. Which is why he wouldn’t get her a Band-aid.”
Gabe’s eyes closed, and I admired his dark lashes as they laid down against the upper part of his cheeks. He was a very handsome man. Strong. Built in all the right places. Leaning up against the bike as he was doing, he looked like every woman’s wet dream.
His lip curled in disgust, but he didn’t comment on the idiocy of the woman.
Thirty minutes later, we were back at the stat
ion. I was laying down in bed contemplating another line of work when the phone rang in my pocket. Jack’s profile popped up on the screen, and a smile took over my lips.
“Hey.” I said.
It came out a lot more breathy then I’d intended.
“Hi.” He clipped.
He sounded off. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just got home and a copy of Adam’s will was delivered to me. He left me something, which means I have to make another trip to San Antonio next Monday.” He said gruffly.
I grimaced. “I can’t go. I’m on shift, and if I call in I won’t have a job anymore.”
Not that I needed it. When Allen had come to see me earlier, he’d had a proposition for me. Since I’d already proven myself a competent medic, he’d asked me if I wanted to be one of the first medics to join the KFD.
They’d recently decided to start doing their own EMS calls in the city limit, and if I wanted to, I could be their first recruit. He’d told me to think on it, and call him when I’d decided. However, after the crap that my current employers put me through this week, I didn’t have to decide anything.
As I’d walked in that morning, I’d gone to see the supervisor and given my two-week’s notice. That wasn’t to say that I wanted to be fired though, which is why I wouldn’t be able to go with him Friday. I’d never been let go from a job, and I didn’t want to start now.
“I don’t want you to go anyway, so that’s good.” He said distracted.
My heart lurched at his words. What had I done that he didn’t want me with him? Had I been too clingy? Granted, I still didn’t have all of my memory back, but it had gotten better. I still had a big black hole of when the attack happened, but he’d said we would figure it out. Had he changed his mind?
“Listen, I have to go. See you in the morning.” He said before he hung up.
I stared at the black screen of my phone in confusion. What the hell had just happened?
***
Jack
“What the hell was that?” Tai asked me.
I glanced at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. “What was what?”
“You practically hung up on your wife. The last three times I’ve been in the room, you told her you loved her, whether it was on the phone or in person, when she left. What’s your problem?”
I grimaced. She probably thought I was mad at her, but I had so many things on my mind right now that it was the least of my worries.
Thrusting the worries away, I sat at the computer and started to pull up all the files that I’d made for Avis, our newest addition to the Freebirds.
“I have to leave tonight around eight. We’re doing a transport. James and I are going together and we’ll probably be gone until early tomorrow morning.” I said distractedly.
“Mother fucker.” Tai muttered.
My eyes went from the files I was putting onto a USB to Tai’s face. He looked mad, and I wondered what I said to upset him. “What?”
“You could have told her that, too. What if she calls and she can’t get ahold of you?”
Irritation flared through me. “What’s your problem?”
This wasn’t about Winter and me. It was him. Something was bothering him enough that he had to pick a fight with me to relieve some of the stress. His wounds were healing, but they weren’t better. Not by a long shot.
“Why don’t you have any pictures?”
Now I was really confused. “Pictures of what?”
“Anything. You don’t have any of dad, Catori, Winter. Nobody. You also have a fucking big ass duplex, and you don’t have shit in it. Winter’s shit is still in the guestroom in her duffle bag, as if she’s too scared to mess this place up. The house looks like a goddamn tomb.” The last word was finished on a bellow.
Standing slowly, I turned and surveyed the area. He was right, of course, but I wasn’t going to tell him that seeing those pictures made my heart hurt. That they reminded me of what I’d lost, and would never have back. Sure, Winter was back now, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t gone for seven goddamn years. She didn’t feel the pain that I felt, losing the one and only love of your life.
She was blissfully unaware of what she’d lost. I wasn’t though. Which meant seeing reminders of everything I’d lost in my life wasn’t something I wanted to do. Therefore, I had no pictures. No mementoes. The only thing I’d allowed myself was the picture of Winter and I on the bike.
Every time I entered that room, since the day I hung it on the wall, I made a point not to look at it. In fact, sometimes I would have to physically restrain myself from staring at it.
Things changed the day Winter came back into my life. I started thinking about things, letting myself feel for the first time in years. I started to think that maybe, just maybe, I would be allowed to be happy again.
Then that fucking bastard in the Ford fucking Taurus shot at my wife. Jesus Christ, if that DVD player hadn’t been there, she’d be gone. She would be dead, and I wouldn’t have a fucking prayer. I’d have gone out in a blaze of glory, because other than my brother, there was not a damn thing holding me here anymore, if Winter was no longer of this world.
Not a damn thing.
“A month and a half ago, I didn’t have a reason to hang pictures on the wall.” I said lamely.
“You’re lucky she’s back. Don’t fuck it up. Let her in.”
I processed my brother’s words. He’d grown up a lot in the year and a half since my father had died. The last time I’d seen him was at our father’s grave. We hadn’t even spoken to each other.
For the first time in a long time, I was ashamed of myself. I was so busy feeling sorry for myself and everything I’d lost, that I didn’t think about my brother losing everyone also.
“I won’t fuck it up. I love her.”
We ignored each other for the rest of the day. I left at a quarter until seven, and waited patiently outside of James’ duplex. He showed moments later with his daughter, Janie, in tow.
He held up a finger indicating one minute, and then ran over to Sam’s to drop Janie off with Cheyenne. My fingers tapped against the steering wheel as I thought about what Tai had said to me earlier.
Winter’s stuff was still in her duffle. I’d been trying to avoid that detail for over a month now. I knew all her stuff was still packed away nice and neat, ready for her to go at any time. However, I didn’t know how to approach that subject with her. I didn’t want to freak her out, and I certainly didn’t want to push her away from me.
The snick of the truck door opening brought my attention to James as he jumped into the truck. He slammed it behind him, and put his seatbelt on. Rolling his window down, he stared straight ahead and tried his best to hide the fact that he was supremely irritated.
I let him stew though. I didn’t want to talk any more than he did. Neither one of us said anything until we arrived at the Gregg County Airport. “You got her papers?”
I rolled my eyes at his question. Of course I had the fucking papers. “Yeah.”
He grunted and went to help Teal, formerly known as Roslyn, get her bags into the truck. Teal shrunk away from James and he froze in his stride towards her. Holding up his hands, he backed away and waited.
My eyes roamed over her hunched figure and I grimaced. Her hair was pitch black. So black that it blended well with the night. It ran in a long thick braid that ran down her front. It came down to her waist, which meant it’d be even longer if it was flowing free.
Her overly large shirt and baggy blue jeans looked horrible on her. It was blatantly obvious that she’d gotten them at a thrift store. The clothes didn’t detract from her beauty though. Her cheekbones were high, and her eyes had a slight tilt to them that eluded to some Chinese heritage in her family tree. The only two things that gave away her heritage was the black hair and the exotic eyes.
What did stand out was the huge ass bruise that overtook three quarters of her face. From what I’d been told by Sam, her ex-husb
and wasn’t a very happy man. He wanted her back, and didn’t care what he had to do to keep her there.
She’d been running for six months when she was given our number by another one of our Freebirds that volunteered at a woman’s shelter where we relocated her. She’d called about two weeks later when her ex caught up to her and chained her to the hotel bed. A house cleaner had stopped by and found her like that while the ex was getting dinner.
The police were called, but he’d seen the commotion and high tailed it out of there. Teal didn’t believe for one second that her husband had given up though. Hence, why she called us.
Slowly, she came out of her frightened stance and handed her bag to James with a slight quiver to her hands. He took them gently and dropped them in the bed of the truck before opening the passenger door for her.
She slid in warily, glancing quickly at me before turning away again. She shrunk as far away as possible when she caught my stare. Gritting my teeth, I made eye contact with James, and we shared a moment. Both of us were well aware that this was hard for her. This wasn’t our first rodeo, but damned if it wasn’t hard each and every time a woman cowered away from us.
James strapped the seatbelt on her and the blush that rose over Teal’s face was almost comical. Bright fucking red; the color of ripe cherry tomatoes, rose up from her neck and took over her face. James smiled to himself before he closed the door and got himself settled in the backseat. The man was a “doll” according to Winter, but she kept saying it would have to take someone extremely special to take James on.
“We have you on a bus to Arkansas. There’s a man there that’s going to help you get settled. He’s our former commanding officer, and he’s trustworthy,” I explained, as I handed over the file that had her name and new identification in it. “Memorize this.”
“Thank you.” She said quietly; so quiet that I barely heard it.
I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw James sitting forward in his seat. As far as the seatbelt allowed. His eyes were focused intently on Teal and I shook my head. Getting attached to these women were not in our best interest, but it wasn’t easy to be so detached. It was in their best interest, however, because they never stayed in our presence for long. It was safer for them, and all the other women we’d relocated in the past.
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