Beck’s body was slick with sweat and her breaths were coming in hard gasps. She could feel Jace’s slick body behind her and for several seconds he just held her in his lap, letting her throbbing pussy calm down. When she was no longer so sensitive that she ached, Jace slid her butt off his lap and then he did get on his knees. Beck answered his position by getting on her own and he didn’t waste any time filling her up again from behind. This time, though, he was driving that cock home towards his own release and Beck’s much smaller body was taking a pounding. She loved it. She loved when he took control and, if only for a matter of minutes, went for exactly what he wanted and needed. The sound of his body slapping against hers, and her hands shaking the headboard as she gripped it to keep her own body from being thrown through the wall, were just fodder for both of them. Jace was using all his strength to drill into her and Beck was using all of hers to push back. He fucked her hard and fast for quite some time before she felt the beautiful swell of his cock that she knew meant he was about to come. He said something unintelligible and then his big hands and fingers dug into her flesh as he held her in place one last time and emptied into her.
They both rocked back and forth, gasping for breath and making the satisfied sounds of lovers who had both achieved maximum satisfaction. When he was finally finished, he collapsed down onto the bed in a heap with Beck in his arms, her back to his chest and his lips against her neck. That was how they would fall asleep; the stress of the day was gone, and when the sun came up again they’d be renewed and refreshed and ready for whatever came their way. At least that was what Beck told herself. The truth was, she worried about just how much more the small club could take. She had faith in Jace, but sometimes even the best men and the greatest leaders had to admit defeat. She prayed her big, sexy, scary-smart man was not going to be one of them.
23
“Tommy?” Tommy heard the raspy voice, but he thought he was still dreaming. He’d been dreaming about Jessie. That was nothing new. He’d been dreaming about her for so long that he couldn’t remember what it was like to not dream about her. “Tommy.” That one he heard outside of his head. He pulled his eyes open and pain shot through his neck as he lifted it up. It took his brain several seconds to process where he was. He’d fallen asleep in the chair next to Jessie’s hospital bed. The night before when he’d got there, the police officer outside of her door refused to let him in, but Tommy wasn’t going easily. He annoyed the officer until he threatened to arrest him and then finally Tommy left, but only long enough to step outside and call Detective Tyler. The detective had made the mistake of calling Tommy earlier that day from his personal cell phone and Tommy had no qualms about waking the man up.
“What?” the detective had growled into the phone.
“It’s Tommy Tsosie.”
“What the hell do you want? It’s after midnight.”
“Please tell your officer to let me in to see Jessie.”
“Visiting hours are over, kid, go home.”
Tommy pulled up every bit of resolve he had and with his voice cracking, and unashamed of it, he said, “Please, Detective, I’ve been to hell and back this week. I’ve been accused of horrible things and I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t be walking around free if you believed I was responsible. So please, Detective, if you have any heart at all, just let me see her. I won’t disturb her and I won’t get in anyone’s way. I’ll leave if they tell me to...”
“Stop talking! My head is throbbing.”
“Are you going to help me?”
“Just to get you to shut up so I can go back to sleep. You cause any trouble in there and I’ll personally kick your ass.”
“Got it. Thank...” Detective Tyler ended the call. Tommy was smiling when he got back upstairs. The officer at Jessie’s door had rolled his eyes and let him in. Jessie was asleep when he got there and the sight of her scratched, cut, bruised face made Tommy’s chest hurt. He sat next to the bed, close enough that he could hold her hand and watch the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Now that she was awake, she was squeezing his hand, but her beautiful brown eyes looked frightened and were full of tears.
“Hey,” he whispered, trying to let go of her hand so that he could stand up. Jessie gripped his hand tighter, so he stayed where he was. “How are you feeling?”
She looked around the room with her wide, dark eyes and whispered, “I don’t know. I feel...terrified.”
Tommy did pull his hand free then and he stood up. Bending over the bed, he pressed his lips to her forehead and slid his hand under her head to pull her up slightly into a gentle hug. “It’s okay. You don’t have anything to be afraid of now.”
“He’s chasing me,” she said, in a shaky voice.
“There’s a policeman at your door, and I’m here. We’re not going to let him hurt you anymore, I promise.”
“I don’t know why. Why did he take me?”
Tommy stood up and looked down at her. Worse than the trauma to her body was the look of pure horror in her eyes. “I don’t know, but they’re going to find him. The police and the FBI, they’re all looking for him. Jessie.” Tommy sat back down. “Did you see his face?”
She shook her head. “No. He kept a mask over it. I hoped that meant he didn’t plan to kill me, but I wasn’t waiting around to find out.”
“How did you get away?” Tommy listened as she described her ordeal with stray tears running down her face as she did. He hated to see her cry and he hated the look in her eyes when she talked about how she thought the man was going to kill her. But she seemed to need to talk about it, so he let her. It was only when she talked about the backpack she’d taken from the garage, and then lost somewhere in the desert, that something she said was familiar to Tommy and he interrupted her. “Jessie, what did you say about the backpack?”
“I lost it. It had all my water and food in it, but I left it in the cave. I’m so stupid.”
“No. God no, you’re not stupid. I know this is hard for you, and my question might sound stupid, but can you describe the backpack to me?” She’d said it had puppies on it and that might not have meant anything except when she mentioned laying her head on it in the cave and staring at the “blue neck” of the German shepherd.
She frowned. Tommy was afraid he was asking too much, but after a minute she said, “It was a small one, like for a kid, maybe. It had dogs all over it, but one of them had been colored, with a marker or maybe it was painted. The color must have been neon because it was the only thing I could see in that dark cave...it was a pale blue light and for some silly reason, it gave me...I don’t know, hope, maybe. I know that doesn’t make any sense. But I remember thinking that if this man was human enough to have a child, or know a child...” She started to cry again. Tommy got up and put the side down on her bed. He sat down next to her and picked the top half of her body up to pull her into his arms. He held her and let her cry, feeling her tears soak into his shirt while the wheels turned madly in his head. The backpack was surely nothing uncommon...but how many little boys had doodled all over it one day while he sat at the window and waited for his parents to come home? Tommy felt sick, and oddly exhilarated at the same time. He suddenly thought he might know who had taken Jessie, but he hoped he was wrong.
* * *
Streak lay in the dark with Taylor melded into him and listened to the sounds of the morning outside. He had no idea how his life had come to this. He couldn’t keep running from her and the feelings he had for her. He had to find a way to convince her that this was wrong, no matter how many reasons she came up with to make it right. He’d only been talking out of desperation when he threatened once to just tell their parents himself...but maybe that’s what it was going to take. Maybe Taylor needed a taste of what their own family would think, and then she’d believe just how hard it would be for everyone else to understand.
He felt her move against him and his body betrayed him again, instantly. “Good morning,” she whispered in her sleepy, sex
y voice.
“Hey,” he said, trying to roll her away. She clung onto him. “Tay, I need to get to work.”
He felt her head move to look over at the clock. “It’s only 6:15. You have time.”
“No, I don’t. I have to get in the shower and get going. We have setting up to do at the new shop before we can get any work done.”
“Fine, I’ll shower with you.”
“Taylor, stop it! Just stop, okay?” He pulled away from her and got out of bed. Her eyes went straight to his engorged cock and she smiled.
“Part of you wants me.”
“That’s an automatic response to waking up with a naked woman. You could be anyone.”
“Wow, thanks. Why do you have to be mean?”
“Because it’s the only thing you understand. I’m going to shower and go to work and you need to start home today. If you’re not up for the drive, I’ll buy you a plane ticket...”
“I don’t need you to buy me anything and I’m nearly thirty years old, thank you. I don’t need you to tell me where to go. If I want to stay in this Godforsaken desert, there’s nothing you can do about it.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Whatever, but you can’t stay here.” He left her there in bed and went and got in the shower. His cock was aching, but he wasn’t giving in this time...last night was the last time.
Streak fixed the water so it was so hot he would be barely able to stand it and then he stepped in. Closing his eyes, he stood facing the showerhead, letting the spray cascade down over his body and massage his tight, aching muscles. His head was pounding, again. He had come to Phoenix at Beck’s request, believing his friend was right and if he kept the distance between them, one day Taylor would tire of waiting and find a man who she could actually take home to Mom and Dad. He liked it here and he still had faith that once they got past the initial crap they were going through, the club was going to thrive under Jace’s leadership. But he hadn’t even considered the fact that Taylor would follow him there...what the hell was she thinking?
“Ooh! It’s kind of hot.” Streak whipped his eyes open and turned around. Taylor had stepped behind the curtain without him even noticing.
“Jesus, Tay, have you lost your mind?”
“Just saving water,” she said, stepping around and in front of him. “You don’t have to touch me.”
“Right, because you’re so conscious of the environment,” he said, rolling his eyes.
She turned to face him. Her hair was wet now and the water ran in beads down the front of her sexy body, touching her in places that his fingers itched to touch. She leaned in and reached behind him to pick up his shampoo and when she did, her hard nipples brushed against his skin. Against his better judgment, he sucked in a hard breath. She knew how she affected him, even if he tried not to let it show. When she straightened back up, she had a smile on her lips. She poured the shampoo into her hand and then set the bottle on the side of the tub before rubbing her hands together and putting them on her head. He stood there and watched her work her hair into a lather. Her chest was out, her head back, her eyes closed...and she was all soapy. She was a fucking wet dream, and not for the first time he wondered how much self-control God expected him to have. The bubbles splashed across her full breasts like dollops of cream and now his tongue ached almost as much as his cock and fingers. He would have to be made of stone to not be affected by the picture she presented. He knew he was going to give in anyway so rather than keep fighting it he put his hands on her hips and her eyes came open just as he leaned down and licked one of her nipples.
“Hmm...I thought we weren’t having sex.”
“Bullshit. You’re a temptress and you know exactly what you’re doing.” He licked the other one and when she moaned, he sucked it into his mouth. He could taste the shampoo, but mostly he could taste her. He loved the way she tasted. It was sweet and salty, and most of all, familiar. Tasting her filled him with warmth and he loved and hated it all at the same time. When he brought his head back up, she smiled and turned to face the water. She tipped her head back into him to wash out the soap and he slid his hand up her body and took her breasts into his hands. He groped, squeezed, and massaged and when she had the shampoo out of her hair she giggled and said:
“Who’s molesting who here?”
Streak didn’t argue with her. He crushed his mouth down on hers to shut her up. They shared a kiss the likes of which he could share only with Taylor. When he was younger he worried that it was just the taboo of being with her that turned him on...but he knew now it was more than that. He didn’t just miss the sex, although that was always mind-blowing. He missed her. He even mused arguing with her when she wasn’t around.
When he let her up for air she was looking up at him with a combination of love and lust in her green eyes. No one else ever looked at him like that and sometimes he was afraid no one ever would. He reached behind her and picked up the shampoo. He poured it into his hands and starting at her shoulders, he began to rub slow circles with his palms against her soft skin. The shampoo smelled like him, but even that was hot...he liked her smelling like him.
He worked his hands down the front of her, paying close attention to her nipples again. Then he let them slide down her belly and he squatted down and washed first one foot and leg and then the other. Taylor stepped sideways so her legs were open, but for now...he left her pussy alone. He stood back up and said, “Turn around.”
She sighed contentedly and turned away from him. He squirted more shampoo in his hands and began washing her back. He spent quite a bit of time on the round cheeks of her butt and once again slid his hands all the way down to her feet and back up again. When he stood up again, his body was tingling all over. Taylor took his hands and in a swift dance-type move, she turned them so that he was underneath the water. She started to grab the shampoo, but Streak was done playing. He took her hands and brought them down to his throbbing cock. She moaned and wrapped both hands around it. She kept her eyes locked into his as she slid her hands up and down in long, slow strokes. Then with an evil smile she let go with one hand and picked up the shampoo.
She squirted it down the front of them and then began to rub her body all over his, lathering them both up until he felt like he was going to explode then and there before he even got inside of her. She upped the ante again, taking his cock and bringing it between her legs to press against her swollen clit. She rubbed him all over her soaked, slippery, soapy pussy. Streak was breathless by the time he stopped her and spun her to face the wall. He pressed his body into her and with some difficulty thanks to how slippery he was, he directed his cock to her pussy. Taylor pushed back with her hips at the same time he pushed forward. The lubrication had him buried inside of her in seconds. They both groaned, and Streak put one hand on the wall above her and rested one on her hip and began moving in and out of her. Taylor had both of her hands pressed into the wall and her back arched. Streak would slam into her and then she would push back and grind against him in circles before he pulled back. He brought the hand on her hip up to grab one of her breasts and he held onto it while he plunged in and out of her. Taylor was the first to reach her peak, but Streak came tumbling right after her. It took several long minutes for the shocks in his body to stop and the noise in his head to quiet down. Once it did he realized he’d done it again...he gave in to her...and as long as she was around, he would continue to do so. This had to end, once and for all.
24
Tommy stayed at the hospital until the doctors and nurses started making rounds. Jessie didn’t want him to leave and if he hadn’t absolutely had to, he would have never left her. But there was something that had to be done, right then.
He started toward the police station, but along the way he changed course. He had his issues with his mom and dad, but in his twenty-two years on earth, he had yet to meet two smarter people. He had to talk to them first, before he talked to anyone or did anything else. It was close to nine o’clock so he went to t
he store first. He was glad when he saw that both of their bikes were there. As soon as he walked inside, his mother’s face told him something else had happened.
“What? What’s going on?”
Ajei looked at Rock and Rock said, “The police found another body about an hour ago, under the foundation of Beck’s and Jace’s garage.”
“Jesus,” Tommy said, again so relieved and grateful they had Jessie back. “You guys don’t think...?”
“Of course not,” Rock said, as if they hadn’t suspected him of horrible things to begin with. Tommy shook that off as Rock asked him, “Where were you this morning?”
“I’ve been at the hospital all night, with Jessie.”
Ajei smiled through tears in her eyes and said, “Beck told us they found her. We’re so glad. How is she?”
“She’s pretty beat and cut up. She said he didn’t touch her, though, at least not to hurt her. She busted out a set of glass doors and spent a day and night in the desert. But the doctors say she’s going to be okay.”
“Thank God,” Ajei said. “How did you know they found her?”
Tommy lifted an eyebrow and said, “The Irishman came by last night and told me.”
“Really?” Rock said. “That was good of him.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy said, not wanting to give Finn more credit than he deserved. “I said thank you. But there’s something else, something I need your advice about.”
His parents looked at each other, obviously surprised that he would ask for their advice. But Ajei said, “Of course,” and she went over and turned the sign and locked the front door of the store. Rock looked amused by that but looked at his son and said:
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