She held out a towel. “I brought you this. Do you need help?”
Jake didn’t need help. He needed to tell the woman to fuck off. Throw her the cold shoulder and push her the hell away.
“Yeah, sure.”
Smart move, man.
Keira entered the bathroom and shut the door. “Does it hurt?”
“An open cut on my face with dirt in it?” Jake asked. “No. It feels great.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
Jake grabbed Keira’s wrist. “Sorry about that. It’s been a long day.”
“I can see that,” Keira said. “You sure about all this?”
“I’m here,” Jake said. “What’s there to worry about?”
“The club is in danger.”
No, no, no…
Jake hated this part. He should have loved it though. This woman was going to open the floodgates already.
“How so?” Jake asked.
He turned on the water and started to wash the cut again.
“There’s a cartel after the club,” Keira said. “They voted to work with them and now the cartel is turning their back. Pushing hard and attacking.”
Jake turned the water off. He faced Keira. “How do you know I’m not part of them? I’m here for intel. And you’re spilling it.”
Jake pushed at Keira, putting her against the wall.
“Are you?” she asked.
“No, I’m not part of the cartel. But you shouldn’t trust me. You should avoid me.”
“I’m trying to warn you,” Keira said. “They need you to win at the snake pit because they need money for supplies. They’re going to fight back and push at the cartel.”
“That’s the play?” Jake asked. “They’re not going after other clubs? Or working with the cartel for takeovers?”
“No.”
“You have a cut to back up all these words?”
“No,” Keira said. “Women don’t get cuts around here.”
“So then why are you here?”
“Kami.”
“Your stepbrother.”
“Yeah.”
“Pretty woman like you, you could be anywhere, living straight,” Jake said. He put a hand to the wall and forced himself to move back. Dangerous territory. Very dangerous. “Leave the towel and get out.”
“Sit down and let me help,” Keira said. “Right now.”
She grabbed at Jake’s shirt and tugged. Jake reluctantly sat down on the closed toilet. Keira balled up the towel and put some water on it. She touched the gash and Jake groaned through the pain. When she leaned forward a little, her chest pushed at the top of her shirt. Jake looked down her shirt, seeing the outline of her black bra. Her breasts were heavy, spilling out.
Jake took a breath and then grabbed at Keira’s wrist again, taking the towel away. “That’s good enough. Why don’t you put on a fucking sweatshirt or something?”
“What?” Keira asked.
Jake gritted his teeth. “Nothing.”
Keira stepped back and threw the towel to the sink. “Well, go fuck yourself then. I was just trying to help.”
She spun around and Jake saw his hands moving before he could regain control of his mind and heart. He hooked one hand right into the back of Keira’s jeans and pulled at her. She turned and he put a hand to her waist. The feel of her curve was amazing. Not so much her hand as it swung and connected with Jake’s face, slapping him right where he had been cut.
The pain was white hot and Keira’s face turned bright red.
“Holy shit,” she said. “I…”
“I deserved that,” Jake said. He put his other hand to Keira’s waist and pulled at her. “But it was worth it.”
“What the fuck…”
“Don’t hang your fucking tits in my face and expect me not to do anything. I’m not some fucking guy at the bar wishing he could reach out and grab you. I’m not afraid of your brother. I’m not afraid of Apollo. I’m not afraid of the snake pit. I’m not afraid of anything. Got that?”
Jake wasn’t sure what Keira’s answer would be. Maybe she’d slap him again. Maybe she’d smile big and enjoy the attention. Hell, maybe she’d lift up her shirt and show off those full tits of hers.
What Jake didn’t necessarily expect was for Keira to plop down on his lap and dig her nails into the back of his neck.
“You better not be all talk,” she said.
A second later her mouth collided with his.
Jake quickly slid a hand up Keira’s back and pulled her closer. His other hand grabbed the back of her head, tightening his grip at her hair. He pulled and then stood up, taking Keira with him. He took her right to the sink and sat her on the edge. Now her back was against the wall and mirror.
Rage soared through Jake’s body. His stress level was at an all time high and he had a great relief for it.
Jake tasted Keira’s mouth and savored her hidden innocence. He could see and feel it that she hadn’t been taken care of in a long time. He brought both hands to her jeans and opened them. With both hands, he grabbed and pulled, knowing this wasn’t the moment for taking shit slow and enjoying foreplay.
He broke the kiss and looked down, finding that Keira’s smooth stomach led to more smooth skin. When her body curved, he placed his hand, feeling her wild warmth. She then put her hand to his wrist and stared at him, mouth open.
“I don’t even know you,” she whispered.
“So what?” Jake asked. “You know my name. I know yours. That’s more than I usually get.”
“Fuck,” she purred.
Jake curled his fingers, pressing against her tender folds. They were forgiving, opening, her sex already throbbing against his touch. He felt her hips gently rock, her most basic needs coming to life.
“Don’t fucking push me away unless you really mean it,” Jake warned. “I’m not in the fucking mood.”
Keira let out a moan and then shot her hand down between Jake’s legs. She squeezed tight against his dick, then followed his growing length.
“Here, let me help,” Jake said.
He unzipped his jeans and grabbed his cock. He wrestled it free and then put Keira’s hand to it.
“Holy fuck,” she said.
“Pray all you want, babe,” Jake said. “Nothing can save you now.”
Jake knew he had his ticket right at her mercy. Not only was she beautiful but she was fast to talk.
Her hand stroked his cock root to tip. She then squeezed and let out a whimpering sigh.
And she was desperate for a fuck.
But Jake wasn’t going to fuck her. Not like this. Not right now.
“Hurry,” Jake said. “They’re expecting me out there.”
Before Keira could respond, he kissed her. His mouth devoured hers, his tongue tasting all of her mouth. His free hand came around from her back and went right up her shirt and cut under her bra. Again, no time for being slow and romantic. Fuck that.
Jake grabbed her breast, his hand easing right over it. She was big enough to fill his hand and his hand was big enough to hold all of her. They were a perfect fucking match. He felt her nipple rock hard, trying to pierce the palm of his hand. Jake kissed from her mouth to her neck. His teeth grazed her skin as her hand started to move faster at his cock.
Plunging two fingers into her pussy, Jake felt just how tight Keira really was. She sheathed his fingers with a throb. It made him smile because he knew it was going to be a task to fuck her when the time came right.
And what was that? You shouldn’t even be fucking touching her right now.
Jake couldn’t help himself. She was fucking beautiful. Her tits were amazing. Her little voice whimpering drove him nuts. And she was burning hot between her legs and killer tight. Not to mention her hand knew exactly what it was doing with his cock. She pumped harder, faster, keeping her hand under his thick shaft.
Jake knew he had no fucking time right now so he started to thrust at her. He curled his fingers inside her body and pulled them out. He thrus
t them into her again, feeling her jump. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip.
“That’s right,” he said and looked at her. “Fucking harder, babe. Come on. I have to go.”
Keira sped up even more. Jake saw the lust burning deep in her eyes. She was going to be something wild to fuck around with.
Jake looked down and watched her hand work on him. Fuck, it felt so good. Her hand was so small compared to his dick. But she worked it just fine. Stroking, squeezing, never giving up. Jake moved his hand and felt Keira’s nipple still hard, still pressing against the palm of his hand. He wanted to fucking have those next. Then the rest of her body. Then her pussy. Everything.
When Jake looked up at Keira again her cheeks were flushed. His fingers slipped deeper into her body and he twisted them. That made Keira cry out. Her hand squeezed even tighter around his cock when she yelled.
“Careful,” Jake said.
“I can’t help it,” Keira said, out of breath.
So Jake kissed her. He let her groan into his mouth and that was all Jake needed. He felt himself build up to climax and thrust at Keira when he started to come. His dick throbbed with each pull of her hand.
He kept kissing her because he didn’t want to look into Keira’s eyes again.
For two reasons.
First, she was trouble… second, he was doing nothing but lying to her.
nine.
Keira took care of the bar until nine. That was when she cut herself off from being near anything. If she stayed later, she’d be sucked into the drama. And there was always drama. The guys were so pent up with fear and anger, they would fight over anything. Or they’d bring women to the bar for one purpose only. The women went along with it for the biker experience. And, hey, why the hell not?
There was no passing judgment from Keira. After all, she had been in the bathroom with Jake a little while ago with their hands all over each other. Which was something she didn’t do. In fact, it was almost embarrassing how long it had been since someone touched her, pleasured her, had her. Everything had been long since self contained.
But Jake not only lit a fire inside her, he poured gasoline on it.
What they had done in the bathroom was nothing compared to what kept racing through her mind. She wanted something short, fast, and wild. Jake fit that bill. Either he was going to get killed in the snake pit or he would get blown up by the cartel. Something about him seemed off though. He was too cocky for his own good, which was always a turn off for Keira. The thing with Jake though was that he made Keira believe in how cocky he was. Like he really thought he could go into the snake pit and come out okay. Or that the shit with the cartel was something to just shrug shoulders about.
He wasn’t the typical asshole that came through the club and the bar. Guys that would come in looking for a drink, a fuck, and a bar fight. Guys that wanted to live out the fantasy of being in a motorcycle club only to realize how serious and dangerous it was.
Jake didn’t add up and Keira couldn’t figure out why and didn’t want to say anything about it. The guy had been through enough already on his first day. Then again, he got a little reward for all the bullshit, didn’t he?
Keira was washing her hands when Kami appeared in the doorway, beer in hand. His eyes were doing circles as he stood there.
“You should stay,” he said, his words slurred.
“I’m fine, Kami. I have my own place for a reason.”
“Nobody is going to bother you. I’ll kill anyone if they touch you, Keira.”
Keira froze and thought about it.
Who would win a fight? Kami or Jake…?
“I want my bed,” Keira said. “And I’m sure you guys are going to chase all your problems away for hours to come. I’m tired.”
“I can’t argue that,” Kami said. “At least I know you stay out of trouble. And you know to stay the hell away from bikers.”
Kami laughed.
So did Keira, but for different reasons.
“Let me make sure you get home safe,” Kami said.
“What are you going to do? Drive me home? Toss me on the back of your ride?”
Kami laughed again. “I’ll get someone to ride with you. I’ll get the new guy, Jake. He’s earning his stripes still.”
Keira felt her body rage with fire. “No, it’s fine. I can manage just fine, Kami. I’m not driving for hours.”
“Hey, this shit isn’t safe. You should stay here. If the cartel…” Kami shook his head. “Nothing.”
“What?” Keira asked. “Tell me.”
Kami looked at his stepsister. “What if they came after you? To get to me? Because they know I’m VP. They know I make big decisions. They know we’re going to come for them. Apollo has always been insistent on not having baggage…”
“And I’m your baggage?” Keira asked, feeling a little hurt.
“Not like that, sis.”
“But I am. So, let’s make a deal. If they come after me, I tell them nothing and you do nothing. You do nothing to get me back. Let them kill me.”
“That’s the least of what they’ll do,” Kami said.
Keira gasped. She rushed and slapped the beer bottle from Kami’s hand. The bottle hit the floor and shattered.
“Hey!” Kami yelled. “Fuck. Keira.”
“Fuck off,” Keira said. “I’m out of here.”
She stormed from the back and grabbed her bag. She tossed it over her shoulder and went to the front of the bar, something she never did. Her plan was to ask Jake to take her home. Or escort her home. Or whatever. Then she could drag him inside - and he wouldn’t put up a fight - and then she could waste the rest of the night away the right way. Like a wild fantasy come to life.
For a second, Keira caught herself smiling.
Then she made it out to the front of the bar.
There was Jake, standing at one of the pool tables. He had a beer and had the attention of Hale, Pitt, and Ax. Yeah, Ax, the guy Jake had knocked out earlier. That’s how the biker life went. Ax was probably asking Jake for pointers on how to fight. Or maybe Jake was trying to get information on the snake pit.
But that wasn’t all…
There were three woman at the other end of the pool table. One bitch grabbed a stick and walked around the table. Cut off jeans into shorts, the pockets hanging down. A shirt that was made for someone half her age. Everything blonde, fake, and Keira figured the bitch probably acted stupid for attention.
Bitch? You’re calling a stranger a bitch? Why?
Keira never felt jealousy for anything.
Then the woman - the bitch - offered the pool stick to Jake and then had him standing behind her to help take a shot. She thrust her ass back against him and wiggled it, looking back, smiling.
“Fuck this,” Keira whispered and she stormed for the door.
Outside, she rushed to her car. She half expected to have Kami chase after her. To demand she stay. If he did, she would have stayed. She knew it was dangerous to leave the bar, even with Rusted Devil in its frail state.
Then she thought of Jake standing behind that bitch. Like the woman didn’t know how to use a fucking pool stick, right? Bullshit. She just wanted to wiggle her tight little ass against Jake. And it would probably work for him, too. He’d probably get hard, keep throwing back beer and whiskey, and then end up fucking her.
By the time Keira got to her car, she was livid. Part of her considered driving the car right into the bar.
But she went home.
Home in the sense that she had a kitchen, bathroom, and a bedroom. Not the home Keira had always wanted to have. A regular home. A home with a regular family.
Nothing about her life was regular though.
And it only got worse.
When she opened the door and stepped inside, she was greeted by a stranger… who was holding a gun.
ten.
Jake felt the chick pressing her ass against him. For Christ’s sake, any decent man would get hard. Yeah, Jake was a decent m
an, but he didn’t like it. She wore too much makeup, pushed her tits up too much, and she tried way too damn hard. Hell, if she wanted it that bad she could have just grabbed at his dick and nodded.
Then again…
Fucking Keira.
Fucking everything.
Jake wished he would have had a few more minutes with Keira. Then he could have gotten it all out of his system. Turned her around and fucked her in the bathroom. Instead, he had her lingering on him. He couldn’t stop thinking of her and she was a very welcomed distraction because Rusted Devil MC was in bad shape.
Nobody knew their thumbs from their dicks and nobody had a real plan on what to do about the cartel. Talking to Hale, Rex, and Petey (the guy who ran the finances for the MC) proved that everyone had an opinion but took no action.
There was supposed to be a drop off and pick up… and that’s when the cartel attacked. The press of a button and Rusted Devil were on their ass, almost completely wiped out. They all feared the cartel would be back again. Not that Jake gave a damn, just as long as the cartel didn’t try anything with pushing into Frelen and Back Down Devil territory.
“I can’t get it right,” the woman said and wiggled her ass.
Jake pushed her out of the way and grabbed his beer. He went right to the bar, right to Apollo. The President sat there, deep in thought. Jake wanted to trust in the judgment of a man who wore the patch, but he needed proof.
“I’m not going to fuck around, Apollo,” Jake said. “I’m here to patch in and to fight. But I want to know about the cartel and what the fuck happened.”
“You talk like you know way too much,” Apollo said.
“I’ve heard stories. I don’t drink at normal bars, Apollo. I’ve shared the bar with lots of rough guys. I’ve heard plenty. You have guys pushing north, right? You worked a deal and they’re fucking you.”
“Perhaps,” Apollo said. “We got plenty up front. Built a new warehouse. Worked out distribution.”
“Then they took it back,” Jake said.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“That’s what keeps me up at night,” Apollo said. “That’s why when you go into the snake pit, you better come out alive. We need the cash. I have a guy who owes me a favor. I’m stocking up on guns and sending a message to the cartel.”
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