Breaking Away [Smoky Mountain Motorcycles] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Grae McTavish

  “Where’s the kid’s mother? You can’t just take her.” Despite the man’s obvious love for his daughter, Jake would never help him separate a mother and a child.

  “She was a crackhead and a whore. At first I didn’t even believe Holly was mine, but then they showed up on my doorstep two years ago, and I knew. A man knows his own blood. The stupid bitch offered to sell me my own kid. Poor Holly was dirty, underfed, and dressed in rags. She was covered in bugbites and sores. And her bitch of a mom said if I gave her ten grand, she’d sign over all rights. Even pointed out that if she turned out to be too much trouble, I could sell her to some pervs in a few years, that there were men out there that would pay good money for a pretty little girl.”

  “Oh God!” Jake wanted to puke. How could any mother talk about their own child like that? Suddenly, his life didn’t seem so bad. What had the poor child been through in her short little life?

  “Yeah, no shit, so I gave her the money and kept Holly with me. It didn’t take me long to realize I couldn’t offer her any kind of life though. Last I heard, her mother was doing a gang somewhere out west.”

  Jake nodded. “Let me make a few phone calls, but I can’t promise anything.”

  “Call that lawyer friend of yours. Get him over here and see what he says my chances are.”

  “I don’t know that he’s exactly going to want to help, considering you kidnapped his wife.”

  Reb, shrugged. “I let y’all go, and I’m giving you your evidence on a silver platter. I have photos and video. Plus, I’ll testify to everything on a stack of Bibles.”

  * * * *

  Jake decided not to tell Gabe why he wanted him to come over, so their odd little group was just sitting down to dinner when they heard the motorcycle pull up. Gabe’s heavy footfall was accompanied by Danny’s lighter steps echoing on the back porch as they let themselves into the kitchen. The couple froze when they saw who was sitting at the kitchen counter eating Willa’s gourmet macaroni and cheese.

  Willa jumped up and forced a smile to her face. “You’re just in time for dinner. We are having all of little Holly’s favorites.” She nodded to the child who was eyeing the plate of mac and cheese suspiciously.

  “This doesn’t look like the mac and cheese Daddy makes,” the child accused.

  “It’s okay, baby, everyone makes theirs different. Just give it a try for me, please.” Reb patted her dark head affectionately.

  “Daughter?” Danny questioned quietly, and Willa nodded.

  “Yep, we’re all going to enjoy our mac and cheese. We also have applesauce and honey biscuits. Have a seat. After supper, I am going to read Holly a very cool story.” She winked at the child, who giggled in response.

  Danny and Gabe slowly sat down as Willa handed them each a plate.

  “So, Jake, what’s going on?” Gabe asked with a forced smile.

  “We’re just having a nice dinner with friends,” Jake answered nonchalantly. “After dinner, the girls are going to have fun while we dudes go chill.”

  “What kind of story are you going to read me?” Holly asked, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling throughout the room.

  “Well, I guess it depends. Are you going to try my mac and cheese?”

  Holly pouted a second, but when she didn’t receive any support from her father, she tentatively took a bite of her mac and cheese and shrugged. “It’s not like yours, Daddy, but it’s okay.”

  Reb actually laughed. “That’s because Daddy only knows how to make the kind that comes out of a box.”

  Laughter filled the room as the child’s innocence broke the tension.

  * * * *

  After dinner, the men went to the inn’s tiny study while Willa and Danny cleaned up the dishes from dinner. Holly happily colored while munching on homemade cookies, leaving the women to talk.

  “I wish they’d let at least one of us come with them,” Danny muttered. “I swear, sometimes I want to remind my man it isn’t the 1950s anymore and that the little woman won’t stand for being left behind.”

  Willa chuckled. “I know, right?” Winking at her friend, she softly added, “Sometimes I don’t mind the caveman attitude though.”

  Danny returned Willa’s smile with a wicked one of her own. “Oh, that’s for sure.”

  “Um...” Willa frowned, not sure how to bring up what had happened at the Rusty Screw. “About the other night…You...” She paused again. “You don’t think anything less of me because I… well…you know...” She knew her face was probably as red as her hair.

  Danny rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly. It’s not like you had a choice, and to be honest, it was kind of hot.” She added the last with a little blush of her own. Leaning forward, she whispered, “I never realized I would get so turned-on watching.”

  Willa sighed, letting out a nervous laugh. “Trust me, I never thought it would get to me, all those people watching. I’ve always been so shy, and don’t get me wrong, I was scared to death, but wow.”

  “I know.” Looking over at the child busy coloring, Danny chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. “Do you think Reb’s serious about this?”

  “I do. Don’t ask me why, but for some reason, I believe him, but it won’t be easy. He could be tied up with this for months. I’m worried about what will happen to Holly.”

  “Won’t she be in protective custody with him?”

  Willa shook her head. “He’s afraid to take her with him. He’s going to have such a big bulls-eye on him. He’s afraid she’ll get caught in the cross fire. I want her to stay here with us. Jake can keep her safe.”

  Danny nodded in agreement. “Gabe will make it happen. No one knows the law better than Gabe.”

  “Thanks.” Willa forced a cheerful smile back to her face as she turned to Holly. “Come on, squirt, time to head upstairs. It’s story time!”

  “Yay!” she squealed, bouncing across the room toward Willa.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Willa and Danny were just pouring themselves a cup of coffee when the men rejoined them.

  “The munchkin didn’t give you too much trouble going to sleep, did she?” Reb asked, and Willa felt her heart clench at the love that was so apparent on the man’s face.

  “Not a bit. We did read every book you packed for her, but she’s tucked into the Princess Suite, hopefully dreaming sweet dreams.”

  “Thank you,” he replied softly.

  “So what did you all figure out?” Danny asked, never one to just let things linger.

  “That’s my impatient girl.” Gabe chuckled, pulling his wife into his arms.

  It was Jake who answered the question though. “I’m going to call someone I trust in the agency tomorrow. Since we know we have at least one leak, I want to be careful how we take him in. I told Reb we’d keep Holly here for him while he takes care of things. With Gabe as his lawyer, it should help, but it could be awhile. I hope that’s okay?”

  Willa saw the uncertainty on his face and was reminded of the tormented man who’d first come to her bed-and-breakfast. He’d seemed to pull his confidence up out of his boots as they’d become more involved, and she felt her heart swell as she realized she’d done that to him. She’d given him the strength to move past his pain.

  Tonight had brought the pain back, and she ached to soothe him again. She went to him, sliding her arms around his waist. “Of course it’s okay. In fact, I was going to insist. She’s always welcome in our home.” Turning to Reb, she continued. “We will keep her safe. I promise.”

  Jake buried his face in her hair for a second before raising his gaze to Reb. “We’ll keep her safe. You have my word.”

  “And I’ll be back tomorrow when the agent gets here,” Gabe added. He reached out and shook Reb’s hand before he turned to his wife. “Come on, beautiful. It’s getting late.”

  * * * *

  “You did a good thing tonight,” Willa told Jake as she shut the door to their bedroom. Funny, she hadn’t thought of it as her bedroom since t
heir first night together.

  Jake turned to her. “It was hard. Fuck, it was so hard to not beat his face in.” He paused, and she could tell he was debating something in his head. “I should probably go sleep down the hall. My head’s not in the best place right now.”

  Willa stared at him for a long moment. “Seems to me you need to burn off some of that aggression.”

  “No, baby. I can’t be gentle tonight.”

  “I thought we settled this the other day. I kind of like it that way.”

  She saw the struggle on his face and knew she was right. He needed this. Wordlessly, she began to shed her clothes.

  “What are you doing?” His voice was ragged, and she could tell he was hanging on by a thread.

  “Giving you what you need,” she replied simply. Naked, she moved in front of him and fell to her knees. Her hands went to his belt buckle, but he stilled them.

  “Baby, be sure.”

  She didn’t answer, simply went back to work extracting his cock. It was semihard and made her mouth water.

  “Fuck!” His head fell back as she swirled her tongue around the blunt tip several times, dipping into the eye before sucking him deep. She sensed his struggle and knew the moment when his control snapped. His fingers threaded through her hair, fisting it gently but firmly. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him. “We’re going to keep this simple. Your safe word is red. You call red, and everything stops, and I go sleep down the hall. Otherwise, you do exactly what I say.”

  Willa felt her belly clench at the heat behind his words. The deep, commanding tone in his voice always made her hot. It was like a shot of pure lust straight to her pussy. Hot cream flooded her slit, drenching her panties. Gulping, she nodded.

  But he wasn’t satisfied. “No, baby, I want to hear you say it.”

  He wanted her to talk? Hell, it was all she could do to breathe. She opened her mouth, but suddenly it was as if all the blood in her body had rushed south. Her clit throbbed, and the lips of her cunt swelled. Her brain had ceased to function, and he wanted her to talk? But she knew the stubborn set of his handsome face said it all. If she didn’t give him what he wanted, he’d walk out the door. Oh, he wouldn’t be gone. She was confident in his love. But he would always hold this part of himself back from her. She wanted all of him, the sweet southern gentleman and the domineering Neanderthal.

  “Yes, Jake, anything, everything, please.” The husky timbre of her own voice shocked her. She sounded hot and needy, and he quickly responded with a curt nod.

  “Bed now, on your hands and knees.”

  She scrambled to comply, shaking as she followed his directions. She felt herself blush at the idea of her ass sticking up in the air, but the heated look on his face said how much he liked it.

  He brought his hand up, large and warm. He caressed the curve of her spine, gliding over the curve of her bottom. “You have the most gorgeous, round ass. I can’t wait to sink my cock into it. It’s going to be so fucking hot and tight. It’s going to be all I can do not to shoot off like a rocket the minute I get inside.”

  Willa whimpered. It was terrifying and exciting all at the same time.

  He chuckled deviously. “Oh yeah, baby, you should be a little scared. But don’t worry about it tonight. I might enjoy making you squirm, but you know I’d never really hurt you. We need to get you ready before I take you there.” She heard his heavy boots move across the floor and then the rustle of paper. She turned curiously, but his gruff voice stopped her. “Eyes front.”

  Swallowing, she followed the order, trusting him even as she shivered. The heat from his big body returned behind her, comforting and thrilling all at the same time. She heard a pop and felt his hands part the mounds of her ass. A startled cry escaped her as something cool and wet dripped down the crack of her bottom. His blunt finger found the forbidden ring of her anus, and she bit her lip as he rimmed the tight opening.

  “Relax, sweetheart. You won’t keep me out, and it’ll go in easier if you do relax. It’s just my finger right now. I want to stretch you a bit, and then I’m going to work your nice, shiny new butt plug in.”

  “Butt plug?” she squeaked. Was he serious? She’d read about those, but never actually thought to experience one in reality. And to be honest, she wasn’t really sure she wanted to. Despite the books she’d read, it didn’t sound like her idea of fun.

  Again, she heard that devious chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. “Oh yes, baby, and trust me, you will be glad for it when I begin to work my dick into this hot little hole.” The pressure built as he continued to stroke her entrance.

  Willa gasped. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it was definitely uncomfortable. “Ah!” The pressure built, and then his finger popped past the tight ring of flesh, and he slid in to the first knuckle. More cool lube dripped on her, aiding his entrance. He worked his finger in and out, going deeper with each stroke.

  “You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you? How does it feel having my finger shoved up your tight little ass? Big? Not nearly as big as my cock’s going to feel.”

  She sighed as she felt him remove his finger, but the sigh turned into a gasp at the cold feel of something much harder than his finger pressing into her. “Oh God!” She panted, telling herself to relax over and over again.

  The stretch burned as he ruthlessly pressed the plastic piece forward, squirting more lube as he went, sawing it in place. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s hot. You are so damn gorgeous. Even your asshole turns me on. Almost there. Take a deep breath, this is the widest part.”

  “Ah!” Willa cried at the burn as the plug slid into place. She breathed deep, working through the slight sting, and the pain quickly eased. It still wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but it was bringing to life nerves she’d never realized she had.

  “Good girl. I think that deserves a reward.” He smoothed his hand over the arch of her back, around the swell of her hip, raising gooseflesh as he went.

  She let out a low wail as his fingers found the ultrasensitive knot of her clit. “Oh please!” she cried. She hadn’t realized how close she was. Damn, she thought wryly. How twisted does it make me that having something shoved up my butt turns me on so much? But she felt the proof dripping from her body.

  “Please what?” he taunted.

  “Bastard, you know what.”

  He actually laughed, low and dirty. “Uh-oh, I have the good girl cussing. My, how corrupt you’ve become. Did it excite you, the big, bad biker shoving a butt plug up your little virgin ass? Or is it the fact that your little clit is so swollen and aches so bad?”

  Did he actually expect her to answer that? She could hardly string two thoughts together, but she knew he wasn’t going to let up. “You said I deserved a treat. Give it to me. Fuck me!”

  She felt his body shake as a deep laugh boomed through the room. “Wow, now the F-bomb. You face down a biker gang and now you’ve just gone all to hell. However, first things first.” He smoothed his hand over the rounded curve of her bottom before landing a sharp, unexpected smack.

  “Ouch!” she cried in surprise. It hadn’t really hurt all that bad, but it had certainly startled her.

  “Ouch? You didn’t think I’d forgotten that little deal you offered Reb, did you?” He brought his hand down again on the opposite cheek. “You will never give away what is mine, do you hear me?” His deep voice had lost all its amusement. “I don’t care what the circumstances are. You’re mine, and no one will ever touch you again.” He dropped several more sharp swats onto her upturned ass. Fire spread over the soft flesh of her bottom, morphing into heated pleasure.

  Moaning, Willa hung her head, the pain bringing tears to her eyes and a fresh rush of moisture to her slit. It was almost embarrassing how much she loved his domination. “Yes, Jake, only you.” She was utterly submissive to him.

  “Damn right, only me.” He moved behind her, his muscled torso pressing into her burning ass, jiggling the plug deep, setting off a firestorm of pl
easure to her already sensitive nerves. The thick head of his cock brushed the weeping folds of her sex as he grasped her luscious ass and rammed home in one powerful stroke.

  Willa’s cry echoed through the room as he stretched and filled her, both passages deliciously full.

  “You still with me, baby?” His voice was hoarse, and she knew he was straining to hold himself still.

  Drawing in a deep breath, she forced herself to answer. “Yes, God yes, don’t stop!”

  Her words unleashed him. He powered into her in long, deep lunges, his hands grasping her ass, pulling her to him as he pounded home. Each stroke raked across her G-spot, setting off wave after wave of pleasure. She was so close, and the sounds she knew were coming from her were hoarse and animalistic. Then, as if sensing her need, he slid a strong hand around her and found her throbbing clit. A sharp tap was all it took.

  She cried mindlessly as the orgasm ripped through her, stealing her breath, her sanity. It was only his strong grip on her ass that kept her from falling face first on the bed.

  “Fuck yeah! That’s right, come for me. Squeeze my cock!” he shouted as he ground himself into her, pouring long spurts of cum into her convulsing passage.

  Then they were both collapsing onto the tangled bedsheets, exhausted and completely sated.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jake wasn’t sure what had woken him. He’d been undercover for so long it was second nature to sleep lightly. He was up and moving before the conscious thought was there. He was halfway to the kitchen when he remembered Reb and his daughter were staying with them. He relaxed slightly, realizing he’d probably heard them, but his gut clenched. Something wasn’t right.

  He continued down the stairs, his step silent. The glow from the nightlight Willa kept on in the kitchen cast a ghostly glow as he reached the bottom of the stairs. A shadowy figure moved across the room, and he was instantly on high alert. Reb would have turned the light on.