The entire bar was empty.
Well, except one other person…
Keira appeared from behind the bar and then climbed up and over it. Jake laughed at the sight. She jumped from the bar, knocking over a barstool, and then raced toward him. Jake braced himself with one hand on the door, the other hand out.
“Easy,” he started to say but Keira was already there.
She grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him into the room, right against the table.
“You realize I was stabbed twice?” Jake asked.
Keira touched his face. Her eyes were wide, filled with something. “I don’t give a shit.”
She moved to her toes and kissed him.
The kiss instantly set Jake on fire. His hands grabbed at Keira’s waist and he pulled her tight. The feel of her breasts from under her shirt pressing against his bare chest. Her hands sliding down to his neck, then to his chest, clawing at him. Their kiss getting hotter by the second.
“They’re on a run,” she said, her lips still touching Jake’s. “And you’re sort of a celebrity around here now. So let’s make this quick. Before we get caught.”
“What the fuck…”
Keira put her hand between Jake’s legs, as if he needed another hint at what she wanted.
Blood flowed fast and freely through Jake’s body. His dick stiffened with ease but the guilt came a little harder. He hurried and cupped Keira’s face in his hands. He had to break the kiss. He had to stop all this from happening.
“There’s so much you don’t know,” he said.
Her hand tightened at the bulge in his jeans. Her other hand was already opening his jeans. “Then teach me, Jake. Teach me anything you want. I… I just feel alive when I’m near you. I don’t care how crazy that sounds. I feel safe. I feel like you’re more true to yourself than anyone out there. And you’re not even wearing a cut yet.”
“But I am,” Jake said. “That’s the thing… I…”
Keira’s eyes shined at him. He had gone into the snake pit for her. So the MC could get the protection they needed. For her. But then a new and even wilder plan came to Jake.
She’ll come with me. To Back Down Devil MC. She’ll…
Jake blinked fast. He knew whatever meds Apollo had given him must have really fucked up his head. He couldn’t take the sister of a VP of another MC…
Or could I? We’re not rivals. We’re not at war. I’m fucking saving their ass.
The only one thing Jake could do to ease his mind was kiss Keira.
His hands moved from her face down to her ass. He cupped and lifted her. She groaned into his mouth as he spun her around. It felt like every muscle in his body hurt but the pain was trumped by a surging need for Keira. Something that went far beyond lust. Something that felt more real.
Keira was now against the table. Her legs were spread and Jake nestled there with a hard thrust, holding his body tight to hers. The pain in his shoulders continued and he knew there would be no stopping it. The only thing he could do would be to replace it with something else.
His mouth traveled down from Keira’s, kissing her sweet and soft neck. She purred into the Rusted Devil MC meeting room, bringing to life another crazy fantasy and another crazy step in Jake’s wild life. Fucking the VP’s stepsister in the MC’s meeting room.
Somewhere in Jake’s mind he could hear Blaine applauding the bold move. The rest of Back Down Devil MC would love the story. Just as long as Jake survived to get back to his leather cut and his club.
His hands ripped at the bottom of Keira’s shirt, taking it off with ease. His hands gripped the back of her bra and twisted, bringing her full breasts into full view for his taking. As he slid his hands around her body, he watched her skin tighten with a shiver. He gently eased up over her breasts and felt her nipples rub against his palms.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Jake groaned and chased the thought away. He hurried and cupped her right breast from underneath and let his other hand rush down and open her pants. He wanted to fuck Keira and he wanted to fuck her right now. There was no more time to waste. Even if it was wrong to do, in this moment, it felt right.
Jake brought his mouth down to Keira’s breast and tasted her. His tongue swirled hard and fast around her nipple, making her cry out and thrust against his lips. His free hand not only had her pants open but he was already gripping the edge of her panties tight, forcing them - along with her jeans - down her legs.
Once far enough down, Keira jumped up on the table, her bare ass touching the wood. She kicked her legs to ease her pants down. Jake lifted his right foot and stepped on her jeans and panties, forcing them down the rest of the way. Keira kicked herself free of clothing, except for her socks and shoes.
Jake stepped back and admired the amazing sight before him. The soft look of her body. The curves that were put in all the right spots. The smoothness of skin. The delicate look of her sweet center, glistening for him already. She had her hands on the table, her fingertips quivering.
“Fuck,” Jake whispered as he scanned her body. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
“I’m already naked,” Keira whispered. “Who cares?”
Jake gritted his teeth and grabbed at his jeans. He dropped them down to his ankles and stepped forward, thrusting his cock between his body and Keira’s. The bottom of his shaft rubbed against the tenderness of her belly. Keira yelped and hurried to reach between them, touching his thickness.
“Now,” she purred. “Right now, Jake.”
“Beg me,” Jake growled as his teeth nibbled at her ear.
“I am. Fuck me right now, Jake. I’ll give you anything you want. I’m desperate. I feel… I feel like I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time. To come and save me. To take me. Is that crazy?”
Jake brought his lips around to hers. He stared at her. He didn’t respond. Instead, he placed his fingers to Keira’s hand and pushed, forcing her to slide his dick down to her sweet pussy. Jake still didn’t respond. He simply just pressed himself forward and broke Keira open for his own enjoyment. He slid slowly, inch by inch, almost painfully slow. He resisted every outlaw urge in his body to thrust deep and hard. For some reason unknown to him he wanted to feel all of Keira. The pulsing of her body, the way she molded to him, the depth of her desire, it all built up inside Jake.
So much so that by the time he was inside her, every muscle in his lower half was tight, trying to hold back the need to come already. He grabbed at her hips and pushed at her. Then he started to climb on the table.
Keira’s hand grabbed his face, scratching at his cheeks.
Is that crazy? You want the truth, babe? All of this is fucking crazy. But I can’t stop myself. I can’t help myself. And I want you to come with me when this all explodes…
Jake had all those words on the tip of his tongue. But he couldn't say them just yet. So he pulled back and thrust forward with every outlaw urge he could muster.
Keira’s screams filled the meeting room.
eighteen.
What is he thinking right now?
Before Keira could finish the question in her mind, Jake pounded hard into her. He ripped to a depth she didn’t know her body had. Her belly crunched tight and she pulled herself up. The need to scream was too great to fight off. For a split second, she started to move toward Jake’s shoulder, wanting to bite at him and scream.
But he was wounded.
Because of the fight at the snake pit. The fight he won. The fight he shouldn’t have won. The fight that proved his strength to the rest of the club.
Watching him fight though made Keira believe more than ever that something was off with Jake. There was no way in hell this guy - this man - was just someone bouncing around a mechanic shop and a few bars here and there, looking for action.
He was too bold. Too wild. Too good.
Keira wrapped her legs around Jake’s lower back and braced herself. Each thrust brought on a new sensation of pleasure. Yeah, some
where in the recess of her mind there maybe existed a fantasy like this, but to live it out, and with Jake, it was something completely different. If anyone knew about this - especially Apollo or Kami - Jake would be killed. He wasn’t even fully patched in. He had no right to be in the room. But here he was, fucking Keira right on the table.
And she kept taking it, moaning each time his long and thick cock opened her for more. Thankfully, the table was sturdy enough to handle all Jake had to offer. So was Keira.
She accidentally touched his shoulder and Jake jumped. He groaned and hissed.
“Sorry,” Keira said.
Jake didn’t say a word back to her. He looked at her with a stare that terrified Keira. Because it was all becoming very real. So sudden. So shocking. Like Jake kicked in the door and was there to become her everything.
Slowly, Keira inched up and kissed the wound on Jake’s shoulder.
Jake cupped a hand behind her head. He put his other hand on the table and kept the top half of his body away from hers with enough distance so they both could see each other. Each time Jake fucked Keira, he went hard, filled her to capacity, but it was the sight of his muscles, tight, rigid, glistening with sweat, that’s what sent Keira over the edge.
When the climax attacked her, she succumbed and put her head back, shutting her eyes. She lifted her chest, arched her back, and lost herself. As her body throbbed, seeking more relief, Jake was there, his immense size and strength there to not only fill her, but to keep her pleasure mounting over and over.
Jake’s grip tightened at her head and pulled, demanding her to look at him again. When Keira did, Jake was right there, his mouth crashing down to hers. It brought on another wild crest of pleasure, leaving Keira feeling helpless. But it felt so good.
As Jake kissed her, he groaned and moved even faster. Keira felt him thickening, filling up to the brink, ready to explode. Each time he pulled back, she feared he was going to exit her body. Keira didn’t want that. An uncontrollable need demanded Jake stay inside her when he came. She wanted to feel everything.
And that’s just what Keira got.
Jake thrust one final time and let loose. She felt her body holding him, feeling each pulse of his cock as he spilled into her again and again. An achy throb soon took control and Keira felt herself climaxing again. Her hips quivered as her breathing started to shudder. She shut her eyes and buried her face into Jake’s neck. She felt her face burning red, somewhere mixed between embarrassment and oh-so-fucking-good. She never had a man do this to her before. She wanted to remain like that forever. Right there, Jake inside her, that crazy moment after coming, the way she felt connected to him, like it was all real, mattered, and meant something more than just wild sex.
Jake touched her face, pulling away a few loose and sweaty strands of hair that clung to her face. He kissed her again and pulled away.
“There’s so much you don’t know, babe,” Jake whispered. He eased himself off the table. “So much we need to talk about. With this club. With… me…”
Jake crouched down as Keira sat up. She was naked on the edge of the table. Jake reached for her clothes and started to help her get dressed. In some crazy way, it was really romantic.
Once she was dressed, Keira helped Jake force a t-shirt over his body. She saw the shirt hug his shoulders, something that couldn’t be avoided because of his size. The bandages pressed against the shirt.
“You should to go the hospital,” Keira said. “For real, Jake.”
“It’s good,” he said. “I trust Apollo.”
“The guy he has working for the club is a vet.”
Jake grinned. “Well, to be fair, I’ve had people call me a dog before.”
Keira laughed. “You’re something.”
When she touched the doorknob, Jake pressed his hand and stopped her. “You stole my moment, babe. Something I needed to tell you.”
“If it was that important, you would have said it.”
“More important than getting you naked? Never.”
“So it doesn't matter.”
“It actually does,” Jake said. “I need you to stay close to the bar here. There’s rats in this club.”
“Rats?”
“Petey and Pitt. They’re working with the cartel.”
“How… wait. What? If that’s true… how…”
Jake put his body to Keira’s and held her tight against the door. “Listen to me, babe. I just know. I saw something. This is bad. Okay? Apollo and Kami have no idea what’s happening under their noses. And I’m the new guy here. Nobody knows about my past. Who I really am. So what’s my voice going to offer?”
“Then who are you, Jake?” Keira asked. She touched his face. “Tell me. I know there’s something different about you. You’re not… you.”
Jake gritted his teeth. “Fuck. You weren’t supposed to make this happen.”
Jake kissed Keira and then grabbed her by the waist. He lifted her and moved her out of the way. He tore open the door and stormed away.
It left Keira speechless.
She had no idea what to do now. Or what was really happening.
Petey and Pitt? Working against the club…?
Keira leaned against the doorframe.
It made sense in some crazy way though. Someone had to be feeding the cartel intel.
Keira looked back to the table where Jake had just devoured her needs. She noticed the leather cut on it. It was Jake’s leather cut.
Keira grabbed it and decided to follow him.
No outlaw should ride without their cut.
nineteen.
Jake didn’t mean to storm away but he had no choice. Keira had officially gotten his goddamn heart tied into a big knot. He rode harder and faster as the road continued. Truthfully, he had no real business going out to the spot right now. He needed to wait at least another day, maybe two, then come back. Better yet, he needed a damn cell phone to call someone at Back Down Devil MC. Jake needed a ride out of this shit as soon as possible. The second he dropped the bomb on Apollo and Kami about their own crew, things were going to get real messy.
In what world would a President and VP listen to a non-member about two guys turning their backs? It would sound childish and make it seem like Jake was overstepping boundaries he had no right even stepping up to.
But if Jake didn’t do something, try something, then Rusted Devil MC would come to an end. Petey and Pitt would keep feeding the cartel information and no matter how hard Apollo and Kami tried the cartel would keep coming and keep knocking them back and down until they were all gone.
Then what?
Did Petey and Pitt think they’d get away from it all? Hell, even if the cartel put them on the payroll, it wouldn’t matter. Guys in the cartel didn’t do baggage. They liked to keep things regular and clean. That meant the money they’d been giving to Petey and Pitt was nothing but a mere investment to keep the two assholes happy before they were taken out.
The anger rushed through Jake. No matter how fast he rode, it wouldn’t subside. And neither would Keira. She burned not only in his mind but everywhere in his body. If he was going to get out of this alive and intact, he needed to have her with him. Maybe the logical thing was to talk to Kami and Keira first.
Keira trusted Jake. Kami trusted Keira.
Part of Jake wanted to set up some kind of sting to catch Petey and Pitt, but there was no time. There was absolutely no time at all.
Jake let off the throttle and he took a few minutes to approach the spot where his true cut was buried. When he finally stopped the motorcycle, he climbed off and stood there, looking out to the horizon. Somewhere down in Frelen, there was another mess going on. Miller was at war with himself, his demons, and the police. The town was unsettled because of drugs, attacks, and the heat pushed back at the MC.
Crouching down, Jake put his hands to the ground. He dug in the soft and loose ground and easily found his leather cut. What he didn’t find was a note. That meant someone from the MC had
gotten Jake’s note. Jake put his hand to his cut and lowered his head.
Soon. I’ll be back soon.
But there was so much more to it all now. Rusted Devil MC was just trying to get by. They were an honest club. They just made a few bad decisions here and there, like any person or MC would do.
Jake curled his fingers around his leather cut and pulled. He took the Back Down Devil MC cut out of the ground. He stood and brought the cut with him. Dirt fell from the cut to the ground. It was the greatest achievement of his life, earning that cut. He wiped some dirt out of the eye sockets of the skull on the back patch.
Put it on, man. Put your true cut on.
Jake couldn’t do it though. If the guys came up here and found the cut missing, they’d assume Jake had been busted and killed.
What about for a minute? Just put it on and remember…
Jake gritted his teeth.
The notion of right, wrong, stuck in between, it all flowed so easily through his body. He cared about Rusted Devil MC because he cared about Keira. Calling out two guys at the table wasn’t going to be easy.
But Jake had a Rusted Devil cut now, right? That meant he had to have some kind of voice.
Then again, he left that cut back on the table. Right where he fucked…
“Jake?”
Jake turned and felt his world stop.
Keira stood a foot away, a leather cut in her hand. The Rusted Devil MC leather cut. And there stood Jake across from her. The Back Down Devil MC leather cut in his hand.
“Fuck,” Jake whispered.
Keira looked at Jake, looked at the leather cut in his hand, and then hurried to hug the Rusted Devil MC leather cut. She took a step back and shook her head.
“No… no, no, no…”
“Keira…”
She took another step.
From the corner of Jake’s eye, he saw a car barreling down the road.
“Wait!” Jake yelled.
Keira took another step, right into the road.
twenty.
Keira saw the back wheel of the motorcycle. She saw the big rock. She knew Jake had to be there. Probably just hiding out, thinking. Maybe he was upset. Maybe he was crying. Maybe…
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