by K. J. Dahlen
I paused at this. No one ever did that. Look right into Bruno’s eyes like challenging him or something. Hell, I didn’t do it for the first 5 years I’d been with Bruno. This kid was either rash or just plain stupid.
“What?” Bruno asked him, as he didn’t even blink.
Nikky lowered his head and left the room.
I furrowed my brows. “We need to look into where this kid came from.”
Bruno laughed. “Kid? You ain’t much older than he is.”
“I feel a lot older.”
Bruno looked sympathetic for a moment, which was rare for him. Then he stepped forward. “I know you been through some shit Jaxson. But you handled it all well. I’m proud of you.”
I sat very still. Rare compliments from this man. “What? The doctor told you I was gonna die or something?” I quipped.
Bruno grinned. “You sure got an attitude tonight.”
I clenched my fists. “Attitude? Someone tried to fucking kill me and my girl.”
Bruno’s smile dropped. “Yeah, about that.”
I gazed up at him.
“They weren’t cartel.”
“What?” I sucked in a breath.
“They were fucking mob.”
I blinked my eyes in surprise. “Mob? Which one?”
Bruno looked uncomfortable for a second then his expression shuttered like usual. “My in laws.”
I sat up straight. “What?”
He shrugged. “They hated Charlie and I get the flak by association, but I don’t get why they did this.”
I didn’t have anything to say except… “Fuck!”
Bruno raised a brow at me.
“Where’s Chloe?” I asked.
“Doc is checking her over.”
“I want her with me at all times.”
Bruno tilted his head at me.
I met his gaze. “What?”
“You serious about this girl?”
“I am. Asked her to marry me.”
He winced. “Really? And you never even told your pops?”
I hid my smile. Pops? Bruno? I couldn’t imagine it at all.
“She doesn’t like me though, does she?” Bruno questioned.
“Nope.” I blew out a breath and adjusted my sore leg as it was throbbing.
“And why?”
“Look Bruno. It’s complicated and she’s overly protective of me. You know women.”
He stilled. “I’m protective too. You are my son.”
I sighed. “It’ll take time.”
He nodded. “Well, she’s got guts that I know.”
I lowered my head. “I never wanted her to have to kill for me. She was pure. I mean…”
Bruno put his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, I get it. My wife as you know. I tried like hell to keep her out of it and I did mostly. So I do understand.”
I cleared my throat.
Bruno dropped his hand away.
“So why is the mob out to off me?” I looked up at him.
“I don’t fucking know. But I’m calling a meet to find out.”
“The mob?” a voice asked.
We both turned to the door.
Dammit. Chloe.
She looked enraged and pale as she made her way in.
My eyes dropped to her torso. Her ribs were bandaged. “They bound your ribs?” I asked concerned.
“Never mind that. That was the mob who ran us off the road?” She stared straight at Bruno.
Oh, shit. This could get bad. “He’s not sure Chloe.”
Her gaze swung to me and her face softened. “Are you okay Jax?”
My heart melted right there in my chest. “Yeah, I’ll be limping but I’ll live.”
Bruno cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll call you Jax when I know. I’m gonna have Spider drive you to a safe house until I find out what the hell is happening. You will have twelve men on duty at all times. Door to door, window to window.”
“Ohh...man.” Chloe groaned. “Why?” She looked over at me. “Why is this happening all the time?”
Bruno stepped close. “Listen little girl.”
Her eyes rounded at him.
“You got with an MC President. This is the life. It isn’t a damn nine to five. We get enemies just by breathin.’ If you cannot roll with it, then you are with the wrong man.”
Chloe looked like she was going to burst.
“Oh, fuck…” I muttered under my breath.
“YOU!” she shouted as she pointed at Bruno. “You and your deals, your secrets and you selling out Jaxson to the cartel for 200k! Your own son was a dammed killer that tried to kill him not once but twice and we won’t even talk about that other monster you spawned, Jumper…” She paused to suck in breath. “You are the worst thing for Jaxson and apparently, he’s the only decent thing you ever put out in the world.” She stood close and pointed her finger into his massive chest. “You have almost gotten him killed so many times in just the months that I’ve been with him. So don’t you dare lecture me about who I should be with. I’m the one that protected him, not you! You’re the one who should clean up your foul deeds—”
“Chloe!” I shouted, cutting her off.
Bruno had his fists clenched; he looked like a tower of fury. A vein popped out on his neck as his nostrils flared. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. Little girl. Most people would be dead before they hit the ground for that.”
Chloe stepped up close to him with no fear at all, right up to his 6 foot 4, three hundred pound frame. “I got good aim now, thanks to your crap, so step up!”
Bruno stared down at her with death in his eyes.
I sucked in a breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was why I’d always kept them apart.
Then Bruno blinked. Suddenly, he tossed his large head back and laughed.
Chloe looked incredulous.
I let out a relieved breath.
“Oh, fuccck!” He laughed uproariously.
Chloe looked stunned.
He had tears coming out of his eyes.
I’d never seen him like this. Was he losing it?
He swiped at his tears and grabbed Chloe up in his huge arms lifting her from the floor.
Gasping, she looked lost, as she didn’t even fight him.
“Hot damn, Jaxson! I was wrong. This is the woman for you!” He kissed her soundly on the cheek then set her down. Looking over at me, he winked. “You chose well son, only one other woman in my whole life ever stood up to me like that.” He brushed her cheek softly. Then he headed out through the door while still chuckling.
I started to laugh and flinched as it hurt to laugh. Fucking Bruno. You just never knew with him.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” Chloe exclaimed.
I just shook my head. “Well, he welcomed you to the family?”
She glared at me.
I broke into another laugh. Then winced and stopped.
“Oh, Jax…are you okay?” Her anger faded away as concern took its place and she was right up on me.
I pulled her up close to me trying to be gentle with her ribs. “I’m alive and so are you. I’m fucking great.” I grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her deeply.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bella
The damn man thought he could boss me around. I stomped into the bathroom with Thunder literally on my ass.
He leaned against the door and popped open a beer.
I huffed and worked at the buttons on my blouse. It was one of six that I’d gotten for my job downtown. So much for respectability. I’d only had that dress clerk job for three months. It was boring but sweet. I’d hated the biker bunny shit like it was a job cleaning toilets. I did tell Dino that I understood those women. And I did. It was just that I’d always yearned to live like in the middle class. I hadn’t grown up in that. Then by the time the Bianchi family found me, I sure as hell didn’t think it had improved my situation, despite all their wealth and huge homes.
Thunder watched me through hooded eyes.
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p; I tried to hide my shiver as I turned my back to him and took the silk blouse off. Yes, okay. He made me shiver. The way he’d looked at me earlier today and the way he’d handled me. God, I ate it up like candy. But no. I couldn’t get involved with a biker. No fucking way.
I reached back to unclasp my bra.
Suddenly, strong male fingers were there doing it for me. I knew he wouldn’t stay away from me. I just couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not.
“Let me help,” he purred in my ear as he unhooked the bra and slipped it off my torso.
I sucked in a breath as my breasts sprung free.
His fingers came up and squeezed them.
I grew wet instantly. Dammit, why did this man turn me on so much? He was MC and I’d sworn them off for life.
Breathing heat onto my neck, he whispered, “Now the skirt.”
I lowered my hands and slipped it down over my hips. He’d shredded the panties this afternoon when we… My brain halted. Fuck, what he did. Taking control and eating me out like no man ever had. He enjoyed it too. He wasn’t just doing it to get me off. No, I could tell he loved it. Rare in a man and especially a biker.
I stood there nude waiting for his next move. Why didn’t I stop him? And why did I goad him into it every chance I got? Yes, I could see that when I got him mad, he wanted to fuck me down. I trembled at the feel of his lips on my skin. It was like he was scorching me. My legs shook, my body pulsed. How was he doing this? None of the men I’d come in contact with over the last months since I’d run had ever affected like this man did.
Thunder stepped back. “There, you’re ready.”
I blinked. Yes, I was ready and he’d been the one priming me. I turned to face him.
He stared at my body openly. His hot gaze wandering along my every line and curve. He looked so hungry.
I literally felt his hot gaze like his actual fingers were roaming all over my skin. God, why did he have to be so dammed hot? He had this dark hair and dark eyes that could look almost black when he was angry or rather when he wanted to devour me whole. And that cock of his, it had been so large and ramrod hard. I had relished blowing him. You’d think it would turn my stomach after the clubs but not with him. It’d been like heaven as compared with hell. I’d even climaxed when he came in my mouth. How could it be?
He smiled a slow wicked smile. “You testing me, woman?”
And that voice. It had given me shivers all day today. I still felt the urge to test him, yes. “Why? You tempted?”
He shook his head and picked up his beer from the sink. “Fuck yeah.” He took a swig.
“Then why?”
He looked at my face and in particularly, my lips. “Why what?”
“Why don’t you…” I couldn’t say it.
“Why don’t I what?” he countered as his dark eyes burned me.
Dammit, he was going to make me say it. “Fuck me?” I finished.
He raised a brow. “You want me to. But I need more than that.”
Need… I was totally confused. “What does that even mean?”
“Just take the damn shower, k?” He finished his beer.”
I let out a sigh. He was such a conundrum. He grabbed me up earlier today and tore my world apart. With the belt tying and the eating, then me sucking on him for all I was worth. It was the hottest thing I’d been in ever. Then he turned it off. Stepped back. Not the biker mentality at all. No, they took you, consent or not and they made you wish you were dead if you didn’t let them. But not this one.
I turned the shower on and stepped under the water. I grabbed the little bar of soap and unwrapped it. I smoothed the bar over my skin. I then parted my thighs and washed there. I turned to rinse off and there he stood watching me while leaning up against the sink. With a gasp, I dropped the soap. I honestly hadn’t thought he actually meant that he would be watching me shower.
I caught his smirk at the analogy of me dropping the soap, so I went with it and bent over sticking my ass up to him. Grabbing the soap, I took my time straightening my body up. I peeked over.
He was gone.
I almost laughed, but not quite. He puzzled me. I could tell he wanted me, hell he showed me at every turn. Then now he was skittish? Was it that he thought I was trash? Because I was a sweetbutt at Border Patrol? I shampooed my hair and felt hurt. Was that it? If so, why did I even care? I rinsed my hair out and turned the shower off. Looking up, there he was again, holding a towel out for me.
No, it couldn’t be that. Why would he pay such close attention to me then? I stepped out and he wrapped the towel around me. He took another towel and then dried my hair.
We both remained silent.
Then he tossed the towel, tugged his jeans off, and took his vest off.
Yeah, I’d seen his body earlier but I looked at it again now. Fucking glory! He was ripped from stem to stern. No lazy biker with a gut here. Then I noted the scars and the tats. Each must have a story. I bet they were some tales too. Then his tats. He had a dragon winding all the way up his hip and the head curved down toward his thigh.
“Hey.”
I jerked my head up and met those intense dark eyes. I was actually holding my breath and clenching my thighs together.
“You want me to turn around so you can look some more?” He raised a dark brow at me.
I burst out laughing. It was a relief as I was all wound up inside.
He grinned at me and did just that, he turned and presented the backside of him to me.
More scars. One looked like a knife fight gone bad while another looked like a bullet hole scar then the fresh one above his shoulder blade. Then… that ass. Tight and strong and I wondered what it would feel like with my fingers dug into it as he fucked me. I gasped and swung my gaze up to see him peering at me over his shoulder.
He stared boldly at me, He reached over to turn the shower on.
I was challenged by this man. How and why? I didn’t know. But instead of scurrying out, I figured foul play was fair, so I wrapped my towel tightly around my chest and tucked it in then scooted up onto the sink counter to now watch him shower. I almost laughed aloud when he finally caught sight of me and his eyes narrowed.
Well, two could play at this game.
He shook his head as he chuckled and grabbed up the bar of soap. Then he lowered it down past his pelvis.
My eyes followed then they widened. Fuck me. His cock was at full mast. Like maybe, nine inches and hard as all get out. He curled his hand around it and gave it a stroke.
Oh, wow. My whole body went up in flames. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen a man do.
He gave it slow strokes and stared me in the eyes.
I gulped heavily as I found that suddenly I could not swallow. My spit had dried right up.
He continued and increased his speed as he looked at me.
I saw what he was trying to do. Scare me off like I had him. No. I wouldn’t leave. But I was wetting the towel with my juices. This was hot as hell! I was like a deer in the headlights. I just could not turn away. I lowered my fingers and opened my thighs so he could see my pussy. Yes, bold gets bold. I lowered my fingers to my snatch and slipped them in. I met his dark gaze and plunged them deep as my gaze dropped to his hand on his pulsing cock.
I suddenly realized we were playing with pure fire, but yet neither of us would stop. Oh. My. God. This was wild!
He smirked at me and licked his lip as he continued jerking off.
I dropped the towel, pushed my tits out, and reached up to twist a nipple as I licked my lip.
His shaft was swelling while he was staring at my actions then his eyes rose up.
I pumped harder and panted as I could feel a climax coming. I’d done things but I’d never done this and at the same time, I refused to stop and wonder why I was doing this.
He matched my rhythm and pumped himself faster.
I bit at my lip and watched him as I finger fucked myself in tandem with his strokes. “Mmmm…” I moaned.<
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This seemed to get him higher as he groaned in response.
“Uh, uhhh,” I let out as I could feel myself gushing. I stared at his cock as it erupted and spurted cum across to the tiles. “Ahhh,” I let out helplessly. So hot. I’d never done anything this sexy and erotic in all my life.
Thunder stared at me as he panted and had his hand, palm out against the tiled wall. He watched closely as I raised my fingers to my lips.
His gaze remained on them as I painted my lips with my own cum.
His eyes flared at me. “You probably need another shower.”
I stared at him and then laughed loudly. Then my laughter slowed. “And you need to wash that wall Biker man.” I hopped off the sink and strolled into the room.
“FUCCK!” he swore from behind me.
I smirked. Game on, Thunder.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dino
Damn the woman! Just when I thought I was ahead she went and did something to make me want to fuck her senseless. I finished showering and tried hard to erase the images of her on that sink counter. I was hard all over again. I sure as hell did not need another hard on with her too close. But Fucking hot was what that was. I’d never had a woman do that before. This may have been why I just couldn’t forget her after that first sight of her at The Border Patrol. I knew there was a hot, wild woman beneath that cold façade she showed when we’d met up at the bar all those months back.
I got out and thought that at least I gotten off before I had to attempt to sleep in the same bed with this firecracker. Swearing off fucking her had been a bad idea. But…what we just did in the bathroom was beyond anything I’d ever experienced with a woman and I wanted more. Greed and glut, Bruno always said that these things would get you nothing but dead or fat as fuck.
Yes, I felt greedy now. Greedy for a red headed woman that wouldn’t leave my mind for all these months. Then here she was right here and I wouldn’t fuck her. I must be insane. Again, Bruno’s advice ran through my head. Just dick her down and move on.
I wouldn’t do either.
I put on my boxers and grabbed another beer from the counter, then strolled into the room.
Bella was in the bed curled up under the covers.
Hell, the bed was so huge we could both sleep in it without touching. I felt a bit better about this fact.