“Damn, man we don’t want romance. We want hot fucking sex,” someone finally shouted.
“Yeah, show us that rack.”
Jake growled deep in his throat. “Shut the fuck up!” he barked, but he began to trail a kiss down her throat, his lips leaving a hot, wet trail along her cleavage. The wide neckline of the costume she wore gave easily as he yanked it down, but before anyone could get an eyeful, he covered the hardening nipple with his lips, lightly sucking and nipping just the way he knew she liked it. She moaned and yanked the bandana from his head, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking him closer. Her eager passion ratcheted his lust up even higher.
“Oh yeah, she likes it.” Someone in the crowd groaned. “She’s on fire!”
Jake had to agree, though he shot a dark look at the man who’d made the comment. He pushed her long skirt up, exposing the creamy flesh of her thighs, but that was enough to generate another round of catcalls. Her full skirts kept them from seeing any more, but their avid stares plainly said they were filling in the blanks themselves. He ignored them, concentrating on Willa. The adrenalin from the situation had him rock hard already, but he had to make sure she was ready, too. She was always so hot and tight, but if she weren’t good and wet, he’d hurt her. Sliding his hand along the softness of her thigh, he found her warm center.
“Oh, hell yeah, he’s going for the goodies,” someone snarked.
“Shut the hell up.” Reb surprised him by shouting. “You assholes wouldn’t know a lady if she danced right up to you. You will treat the lady with respect.”
Jake eyed him for a second. He was definitely up to something. Reb didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.
Willa slid her hand along his jaw, turning his attention back to her. “I don’t care what they say.” Her voice was soft and husky, her eyes on only him.
Nodding, he slid his hand inside the band of her panties. She was wet but not soaked yet. His lips took hers again, their tongues dancing. She wrapped her long, gorgeous legs around him and dug her heels into him, pulling him closer.
He growled. There was something primitive about claiming her this way. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind whom she belonged to. Then he let the Neanderthal take control. He ground his mouth into hers and ripped the panties from her trembling body. His fingers slid between the moist folds of her cleft. Lightly, he stroked the hot flesh of her slit, pinching her clit when it began to swell. His mouth swallowed her little whimpers as his fingers continued to stroke her. His lips moved up, his teeth nipping her ear.
“You like this, don’t you? Nearly every man here has a major boner because of you. They wish they were the one touching you, getting ready to fuck you.” His voice was harsh even to his own ears, but the beast was loose. “Too bad for them, huh? No one will ever get the pleasure of this hot pussy again but me. You’re mine, sweetheart. You wanted the Neanderthal. You got him.” He thrust his finger deep, satisfied at the rush of moisture that greeted him. The adrenalin and desire were doing a number on her as well. “They want me to prove you’re my woman, well I don’t have a problem with that. When I’m done, no will ever question who you belong to again.”
“Oh!” she cried, and he felt her hot sheath quiver around his finger. “Jake!”
“Enough playing, fuck her now!” one of the thugs watching shouted.
Apparently, she thought that was a good idea, too. “Yes, now.” Her trembling hands went to his belt and worked it loose.
“You ready for me?” he asked, leaning forward to let her hands work him free.
A collective gasp filled the room as his cock sprang loose.
“Damn, little girl, he’s got something for ya.”
Jake ignored them, letting his eyes lock with Willa’s.
He held her gaze as his dick zeroed in on her waiting slit. He let the room and the obnoxious men in it fade away as he slid home. She always felt so good wrapped around him. Her head fell back, and she let loose that little cry of surrender the Neanderthal in him loved so much. “That’s right, you’re mine, aren’t you? You know it. They all know it.” He took her mouth and began to slowly piston in and out of her.
* * * *
Willa clung to Jake as he filled her. She’d been prepared to go through with this farce, willing to do anything to save him. She hadn’t expected to actually be so turned on by an audience. For someone who’d always suffered from such low self-esteem, it was a heady feeling to know that so many lustful eyes were on her. She’d done that. They were turned on because of her. Frumpy, too-tall, too-fat, redheaded Willa had brought an entire room full of men to this frenzied state, and in the center of the storm was Jake, her wicked Neanderthal. Yeah, he was rough around the edges, but he was all man and all hers.
She met his kiss eagerly, loving the way he commanded and overwhelmed her. Hot pulses of desire flooded her body. The walls of her pussy seemed ultrasensitive, and the drag of his dick, so big and hard along her sensitive walls, quickly brought her to the edge. She knew this would be a quick, hot ride. Distantly she heard cheering and groaning in the background, but nothing else mattered but the drag of Jake’s dick in and out, the friction of his pelvis as he stroked over her clit. Her body bowed as the tidal wave of her orgasm washed over her. It started in her pussy, the walls convulsing, and then spread out in waves till her toes curled.
Jake’s roar echoed through the bar, and she knew she’d taken him with her. He erupted inside, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her.
Vaguely, she registered the sounds of shouts all around the room as she slowly came back to herself. She buried her face in the crook of Jake’s neck for several seconds as she caught her breath. Jake placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and whispered to her softly. “You okay?”
She drew back and nodded, though now that reality had set in, she was beginning to feel a bit exposed. Looking around the room, she was shocked to see several of the men openly stroking themselves to completion. Heat rose in her cheeks as they spurted geysers of cum into the air, but she refused to let them cheapen being with Jake.
He quickly began righting her clothes, though thankfully the sheer volume of her dress had given them a measure of modesty. Pulling her close, he looked over her shoulder, and she realized he was looking at Reb. Reluctantly, she turned as well. Reb seemed a bit shocked. His dark eyes were locked on them, and his mouth was slightly open.
She felt Jake tense, and the look on his handsome face was predatory. “You satisfied, asshole?”
Reb swallowed several times before he was able to answer. “Not nearly, but you’re good. Get her the hell out of here.”
She heard grumbling from several of the bikers, but no one dared defy their leader.
“You come near Willa again, and they’ll need dental records to identify what’s left of you,” Jake hissed, even as he began to back them out of the bar.
She saw Gabe pulling Danny out as well, and she grimaced. She’d forgotten her friend was here. Would Danny think less of her because she’d managed to get off so completely in a biker bar? She didn’t have time to really give it much thought because Jake was lifting her onto the back of his bike. She yanked up yards of the thick fabric that made up the skirt of her dress even as he was thrusting her helmet down on her head.
She clung to him as they roared off into the darkness.
* * * *
Jake watched as Willa dropped the wrinkled dress to the floor of their bedroom just as the sun was coming up. It had been a long night. They had left The Rusty Screw after midnight and met up with Bo and his SEAL buddies before heading back to the bed-and-breakfast. Jake decided against involving the DEA unless absolutely necessary. He was technically still on medical leave, and more importantly, he refused to have Willa dragged into it.
The exhaustion rolled off her in waves, and she still seemed to be a bit shocked. He was as well. He was proud as hell of her for keeping her cool in a hellish situation, but he was also furious that she’d offere
d herself to Reb. But he would deal with that later. Right now she was exhausted, and they had an inn full of guests.
“Come on, baby.” He caught her hand and led her into the shower. Wordlessly, he washed her silky red hair and soaped her lush, curvy body, and then, twice as quickly, his own. They were both weaving on their feet by the time they fell into bed. The crazy women had actually argued to get up and serve breakfast, but he’d nixed that idea. Gloria, Tiffany, and Mariah had it covered.
She snuggled into his embrace, but there was a slight stiffness to her, despite her obvious exhaustion. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
“But—”
“Tomorrow will be here soon enough.”
She was quiet for several minutes, and then she spoke softly. “Jake, I love you. I know it’s crazy. We just met, but…”
He cut her off with a finger to her lips. “I love you, too.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Those three little words were a soothing balm to his scarred soul. He pulled her close. She was his salvation.
Chapter Twelve
The next few days passed in a surreal kind of happiness. They settled into a domestic routine. They thanked their friends repeatedly, and then everyone had gone back to their lives. Jake continued with the repairs while Willa took care of the customers. The bed-and-breakfast remained full thanks to the Renaissance Fair. There were no biker gang sightings, and the nights were filled with sweet passion followed by softly whispered words of love.
He moved his few belongings in, giving up the hole-in-the-wall apartment he’d taken while undercover, and Willa had happily cleared out space in her closet.
Willa was insanely happy and terrified at the same time. It didn’t seem fair to be so happy. She had her dream career, dream friends, and her dream man.
She’d kept the inn open on days it was normally closed because of the festival, and by the close, she was elated and exhausted all at once. She heard footsteps behind her as she flipped the sign on the front door to Closed. Alone with Jake at last. It was the first time since he’d officially moved in they’d been completely alone. She couldn’t stop the wide smile that took over her face as she turned, coming face to face with Reb.
* * * *
As Jake came into the kitchen, he heard Willa’s laugh float in from the dining room. It was sweet and soothing all at once. He swung the door open and froze. His hand automatically went for his gun.
“Jake.” She jumped up and went to him, placing herself between him and the occupants of the room. She gave him a reassuring look and murmured, “Ixnay on the ungay.”
“Huh?” What the hell was she talking about? Looking over her shoulder, he took in the odd scene and understood—nix the gun. Reb, and he wasn’t alone.
The scene was so incongruous he couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in his chest. The tattooed, larger-than-life gang leader was awkwardly holding a tiny pink teacup. He had a large, floppy purple hat perched on his head and a long pink feather boa wrapped around his neck. Then his eyes landed on the sweet bundle of innocence sitting across from the notorious outlaw.
Jake didn’t know much about children, but he’d guess her to be somewhere around five years old. There was no doubt she was Reb’s daughter. She had her father stamped all over her pretty little face and had the same dark eyes and glossy-black hair. She wore a pink tutu over her jeans and a pink T-shirt that read “Daddy’s Princess” in sparkling purple letters.
Reb gave him a sidelong look before he said in a calm singsong voice, “Yes, Special Agent Lawson, ixnay on the ungay. My little Holly and I are having tea. Right, sweetie?”
“My daddy makes the bestest tea,” the little girl said with a proud nod. Her dark pigtails bounced.
“I thought we were past the special agent suspicions,” Jake replied, but he deftly tucked his gun back into the shoulder holster and drew his loose denim jacket over it.
“No,” Reb continued in the same sweet singsong voice, “I gave you a way to keep your cover. Now I figure you owe me.” He turned back to the little girl and smiled. “Sweetie, do you remember the story I read you about Snow White and Rose Red? Well, why don’t you see if Rose Red would like some tea while daddy goes and talks with Prince Charming?”
Willa chimed in with a charming curtsy. “I would be delighted to partake of tea with you, Princess Holly.” She held up a tray of impossibly tiny cakes. “Would you do me the honor of trying my new petits fours?”
The child wiggled happily in her seat, her chubby hands clapping. “Yay! Cakes! Can I, Daddy, please?”
Reb smiled indulgently. “Just a few, baby. Don’t ruin your supper.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Holly replied, her eyes filled with so much love and worship for her father that it made Jake’s cynical heart ache.
He shook his head and figured he’d stepped into The Twilight Zone, because there was no way this was real. The real Reb didn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone, most especially little girls with bouncy pigtails. But he followed the infamous biker into the kitchen, figuring Willa could handle herself at any tea party. He chuckled softly when she plucked the hideous purple hat from Reb’s head and grandly plopped it on her own. The sweet giggle of girls reached his ears as the swinging kitchen door closed.
He turned his attention to Reb, immediately back on alert. “What are you playing at?”
“I want out.” Reb sighed, and for the first time, Jake noticed the lines of exhaustion around the man’s eyes.
“Just like that? You know it’s not that easy.” But something made him listen.
Reb sat heavily on one of the barstools and let his elbows rest on the cool granite of the kitchen counter. “I have evidence on nearly every gang in the state of North Carolina and most operating up and down the east coast. I also have evidence on quite a few dirty cops. And I know who sold your partner out.”
Jake froze, ice water filling his veins. “That’s one I haven’t figured out. You said you knew for sure she was a cop, but not me? How’s that? How did they sell her out but not me?”
“First of all, it wasn’t us that did her.” Jake figured his disbelief was obvious because Reb threw up his hands as he continued. “Really! It wasn’t. I’m dirty, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying my hands are clean, but I liked Maggie. She was a good lady. When we got the call tipping us off about a year ago, I let it go. I didn’t want any more trouble than I had, so I chose to simply move my operations out of her line of sight. I was already trying to figure a way out, even back then. I grew up in the gang. Watched it destroy everyone in my family. You might not believe it, but that little girl out there is my life, my savior. I’m not going to let it destroy her.”
He paused, taking a deep breath, but Jake could see the emotions the man was trying to force down. “Anyway, I figure we probably weren’t the only gang that got the call. Word through the grapevine is that she was done by several different gangs working together. You were collateral damage, though some people suspected you, especially when you up and disappeared.” Reb paused again and looked around. “You got a nice thing going here with the pretty lady. Don’t fuck it up.”
“Don’t worry about me and the pretty lady. Stick to the subject. Who sold Maggie out, and what do you want in exchange for your testimony?” He didn’t even bother to deny he was DEA. What was the point? Reb would never believe him, and he was so close. The blood was singing through his veins, almost as if he were getting ready to make a big bust. He was close. He could taste it.
“Like I said, I want out. I want immunity from all charges and a whole knew life for Holly and me. I’ll give you everything, including your dirty cop.”
“I can’t promise anything, but if you’re willing to talk, I can get people over here to listen. But I want a name on who sold Maggie out, or everything stops here.” Jake locked his gaze with Reb, a standoff for several nerve-racking moments, and then the enigmatic biker nodded.
“I guess you deserve that.”
“Damn right!�
�� It was all Jake could do not to grab the man and shake the name loose. His hands were shaking with suppressed rage.
“It was her ex-boyfriend, Adam Kane. Special Agent Adam Kane.”
Jake saw red for a blinding moment before he was able to force the rage down. That bastard ex-boyfriend had actually had the audacity to cry at her funeral. Jake remembered the misery of that day. He’d been confined to a wheelchair, weak and helpless as his mentor was lowered into that cold ground. All those months of wondering if it was something he had done to blow their cover, all those months he’d tormented himself. His hands fisted, and he wanted to hit something more than he wanted his next breath.
“Breathe, big guy,” Reb ordered. “I know you want his blood so bad you can taste it like acid in your veins, but remember you got a lot to lose if you go rogue. Think of your pretty lady.”
“She was my partner, damn it. It was my responsibility to keep her safe.” He spun away and grasped the granite counter edge so hard his knuckles turned white.
“There was nothing you could have done to stop it. You’re just damn lucky they didn’t take you out, too.”
“What would you do? Would you just let it go?”
“If I had as much to lose as you, yes. In fact, that’s what I am doing, giving up everything to give my daughter a better life.”
Jake turned and stared at the man he’d always considered an adversary. A strange sense of calm came over him. He knew what Maggie would have wanted him to do. She’d have wanted Kane taken down through the proper channels. She’d have wanted Jake to make a life with Willa. Taking a deep breath, he forced his mind back to his job.
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