Precarious

by Bella Jewel

  I throw my head back, and I do just that. I can’t stop it, I’m not even sure I want to. I push my chest up into his, my nipples grazing across his taut chest as my orgasm rocks me. I cry out his name, pulsing shamelessly as each burst of pleasure shoots through my body. The moment my lips part, he presses his tongue inside, giving me a mind-blowing kiss.

  I give it all back. I kiss him so hard, so deep that our tongues become one as they dance together. His lips feel like heaven, and his stubble is scratchy against my cheek. I don’t care, not even a little bit. I kiss him until it hurts. By the time he wrenches his mouth from mine, we’re both panting.

  “My cock fuckin’ hurts for you right now,” he breathes.

  My body is alight, and my hand starts moving before my brain kicks in. His eyes widen as I reach into his jeans, curling my fingers around his throbbing length. It’s long and thick, but not too thick that it would be considered painful. It’s perfect. I rub my thumb over the piercing and he growls.

  Mmmmm, I like the feeling of his cock in my hand.

  I squeeze him, and then begin to gently stroke. His cock swells in my palm and his entire body goes tight.

  “Fuck, you’re goin’ to de-man me in my own fuckin’ pants.”

  I shift and reach down, shoving his jeans down. “No. I’m going to de-man you on my skin.”

  “Mother. Fucker.”

  I move with long but firm strokes. He winds up tighter and tighter with every pull. My entire body is aware of him; it’s taking everything I have not to moan his name and beg for him to end this inside me. I pick up the pace, jerking him harder and faster until he’s grinding out my name through clenched teeth.

  “Coming, fuck,” he barks out.

  His cock swells, and then he releases with a ragged growl. Hot spurts of come land on my belly, and I gasp with delight. It feels amazing, warm and soft, evidence of his arousal. His entire body shakes over mine as I milk every, last drop from his cock. When he begins to soften in my hand, he lets his body relax.

  “I’ve never had my dick pulled for me, but shit, remind me to do it a few more times before I die.”

  I laugh softly. “You haven’t had someone jerk you off?”

  He shakes his head, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “No, babe, all the girls I fuck are whores, and they’re more than keen to just do what I want. No man wants a hand when he can have a mouth or a pussy.”

  “Ouch.”

  He nips my flesh, causing me to shudder. “I’d take your mouth or pussy over your hand any day, but babe, that was fuckin’ amazing.”

  I slide out from underneath him and snatch my towel. “I have talented hands, what can I say?”

  He snorts. “Talented enough to make breakfast?”

  “You’re pushing it, biker.”

  I shove to my feet and disappear down the hall to get some fresh clothes on. I go for a pair of jeans and a tight, black top that dips low at the front. I throw my hair up into a ponytail that is loose and messy, and then I make my way back out. Krypt is on the phone again, so I decide to attempt breakfast.

  I’ll make it clear: I’m not a good cook, but surely I can whip some eggs together. I mean honestly, how hard can it be? I open the fridge and pull out eggs, bacon and some tomatoes. I decide to scramble it all together, so I chop the bacon and tomato into small pieces, crack a few eggs in, and then mix it all with salt.

  Krypt watches me, leaning against the doorframe as I mix the eggs over the stove, and then make some toast. When it’s all ready, I place it on the table. He finishes his phone call and walks over, staring at the food. “Looks good,” he murmurs, sitting down and resting his elbows against the table.

  “I think I did pretty good.” I smile, shoving my fork in.

  He’s quicker than me, scooping up a big bite and shoving it into his mouth. His face twists immediately and my fork halts just before it slips past my lips. I watch as Krypt’s eyes widen and he shudders all over, as though he’s going to vomit. He leans forward and spits the eggs out.

  “Oh fuck.” He gasps, poking his tongue out and rubbing it, fucking rubbing it, with his fingers.

  “What?” I cry, dropping my fork.

  “Did you put the whole fuckin’ container of salt in? Holy shit.”

  I give him a sheepish smile. I don’t know how much salt to put in; I don’t cook. I just tipped a few teaspoons, assuming it would be enough.

  “Shit, I think I need to wash my mouth out.”

  He stands and rushes off down the hall. I lift the eggs to my nose and breathe in. They smell nice. I poke my tongue out and just touch it on the fluffy, yellow goodness. The salt burns my tongue and I drop the fork quickly, scrunching up my face. God, yuck.

  “My guess is that you can’t cook?” Krypt says, joining me at the table again.

  I look down at my plate. “No, sorry.”

  “No problems, babe,” he says, standing and gathering our plates. “I got it.”

  I feel like an idiot, but I don’t say any more. I am suddenly feeling fragile, the reality and weight of the situation piling on me. I stand and leave the room, needing some fresh air.

  I step out the front door, inhaling as I go. It’s crisp and clean up here, no gas from the city or pollution; just fresh, sweet air.

  I sit on the front step, staring out. My eyes well with tears. I guess breakfast was just a way of taking me back to reality, and back to the fact that I’m stuck here with a man I hardly know, in a difficult situation. What’s going to happen when I go back? Will I ever be able to trust the people I work with? What’s going to happen to Tristan?

  “Shit is gettin’ to you, isn’t it babe?”

  Krypt sits down beside me, resting his hands on his knees and looking towards me.

  “I’m fine,” I croak.

  “Hey,” he says, reaching over and taking my chin, turning me towards him. “You don’t need to pretend you’re fine.”

  I blink back my tears, hating that I’m showing him such a fragile side. “It’s not that I’m pretending. I feel as safe as I can in this situation here with you; it’s just the hurt over Tristan and the things that were happening right in front of me, and I didn’t even know.”

  “You were doin’ your job; you thought they were your friends. You don’t find bad shit if you ain’t lookin’ for it.”

  He’s right about that; I had no reason to suspect anything. Not until he came in, anyway.

  “I worry about my job when I go back,” I admit, staring into his eyes.

  “Don’t,” he growls, low and deep. “Because if anyone bothers you, I’ll make it hurt, babe, don’t doubt it.”

  “Why would you do that for me?”

  He shrugs. “Because you’re a good girl, and I like you.”

  “You don’t really know me.”

  He pulls my chin so I come closer. “You gave me a chance when no one else did; you believed in me. It’s enough.”

  I swallow, staring at his lips, wanting to taste him again. Our moment is interrupted when the phone rings in his pocket. With a curse, he pulls it out and stares down. I can see Maddox’s name flashing across the screen. He presses a button and puts it on speaker.

  “Yeah?”

  “We got a problem, Krypt.”

  I pretend I’m not listening, but the fact is I am. Krypt quickly takes the phone off speaker, but it’s so quiet out here I can still hear the conversation.

  “What’s the problem?” Krypt asks, flashing his eyes towards me before focusing back on his conversation.

  “Cops have done a raid, which is fine, they found fuck all, but last night we got a fuckin’ homemade cocktail bomb thrown through the window.”

  “What?” Krypt growls. “Fuckin’ who?”

  “Take a guess.”

  “Anyone hurt?”

  “Santana was in the room, Krypt. Scared the fuck outta her, but she’s okay.”

  Who is Santana?

  “What are you goin’ to do?”

  “We are goi
n’ on lockdown, but we can’t do it here. I don’t think it’s goin’ to be the first attack, and until we can get the information we need, we best stay low.”

  “You’re comin’ here, aren’t you?” Krypt sighs.

  “Just for a bit. I can’t risk anyone in my club gettin’ fucked up over this until I know what’s goin’ on.”

  “Right. When are you comin’ up?”

  “We’ll be there soon.”

  Krypt hangs up the phone and turns to me. “I hope you’re ready to see club life, babe, because you’re about to get front-seat tickets.”

  I bite my bottom lip and ponder it, before asking, “How many of them is there?”

  “Twenty, give or take. Most of them will stay in the sheds. Maddox and a few of the guys and girls will stay up here.”

  “Girls?”

  He smirks. “There’s Santana, for a start. She’s always with Maddox. And they’ll bring pussy; it’s how they roll.”

  I scrunch my nose. “Pussy?”

  He winks at me. “Pussy.”

  “Great. Who is Santana?”

  He leans back, staring out at the beautiful scenery. “Santana is Maddox’s pain in the ass.”

  I narrow my eyes. “His daughter?”

  “No, babe. Santana grew up in a tough life; she was homeless at a real young age. Maddox found her convulsing in a street about five years ago. She was only sixteen, and when he got her help, he realized she had no one. Her family is dead. So, he took her in. Let’s just say their relationship is strained. He thinks he owns her, and she doesn’t like being bossed around. The sexual tension is huge.”

  I frown. “Isn’t she like . . . his adopted daughter? He must be a great deal older than her, if she’s only twenty-one.”

  He snorts. “She ain’t ever been like a daughter; she just gives Maddox a run for his money. He thinks he’s the boss of her because he saved her. And he ain’t all that much older, Maddox is only thirty.”

  Fair enough.

  “Well, at least she isn’t a club whore. I really don’t want to spend the next . . .” I scrunch my nose up. “. . . however long, with a group of girls who can’t keep their legs closed.”

  He laughs. “Yeah, well, Santana is good value. You’ll like her. And as for the whores, you won’t see much of them.”

  “They’ll be underneath a biker, no doubt.”

  He leans in close. “Absolutely.”

  “And that will include you?”

  His eyes scan my face. “That depends?”

  I smirk. “On what?”

  “Are you going to be under me?”

  I flush. “That depends.”

  He gives me a full-throttle grin, causing his dimples to pop out. “On what?”

  “Are you going to make it worth my while?”

  He reaches up, wrapping his fingers around the back of my head. “Oh, absolutely.”

  Now I can’t wipe my grin off my face.

  ~*~*~*~

  The guys from the club arrive about five hours later.

  I managed to get some sleep and a decent shower before they showed up. I heard the rumble of bikes for a fair while before I saw them pull into the lot. I am sitting on the chair out the front, watching them all get off their shiny rides. I see Maddox first, and watch in fascination as he pulls his helmet off and throws his leg over the bike.

  He’s massive; the man is daunting. His eyes fall on me and he smirks, I throw him my own classy smirk back. I notice a girl behind him, and I train my eyes on her as she throws herself off the bike and pulls her helmet off. Wow, she’s gorgeous. She has long, black hair that falls in soft curls right down to her bottom. She’s only a tiny girl, no bigger than five foot. She has olive skin, and beautifully slanted eyes.

  I focus my attention on the other bikers, and smile when I see the side-cart that holds Tyke. The biker riding gets off and helps him up, and Tyke supports himself on the bike while they unload a wheelchair. Maddox reaches the bottom of the stairs and I turn to stare at him. He’s still smirking at me.

  “Nice to see you again, Maddox.”

  From this angle, with him looming over me, he reminds me somewhat of Heathcliff from that remake of Wuthering Heights in 1992. He’s got that long, thick dark hair and the lightest blue eyes. He’s so broody, so scarily stunning. When he smiles, it’s like a lion baring its teeth before making a kill.

  “I see you’re fittin’ in just fine. You got information for me?”

  I ignore him, staring at his thick legs. “How are your balls?”

  He snorts. “Workin’ just fine.”

  “Shame.”

  The girl, who I’m assuming is Santana, appears beside him. I look up at her, and wow, up close she’s absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes are so dark brown they almost look black. She’s like a new-age Pocahontas. Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a warm, welcoming smile that surprises me.

  “Hi,” she says, and her voice is like melted honey or something. Jesus. No wonder Maddox is hung up on her. “I’m Santana.”

  I stretch my hand out, taking hers. “Ash.”

  “Ash is short for . . .”

  “Just Ash.” I smile. “I know, it’s strange but my parents liked it.”

  She flashes me a smile that brings up two dimples in her cheeks. “I like it, too.”

  “Well, you girls can go ahead and get comfortable, because I got shit to do,” Maddox says, stepping past me. “San, we gotta talk about last night.”

  He doesn’t look at her as he speaks, but she glares at his back as he passes. “No thanks.”

  He stops and turns, glaring at her. “Do as you’re fuckin’ told.”

  I turn and look up at Maddox. “Someone is broody today. Go sort your ‘shit’ out. We’re going to get to know each other.”

  I stand and take Santana’s hand, dragging her off before he can say any more. We pass all the bikers as we walk down towards the back lot of trees. I notice some of the bikers have girls on their bikes. Some, I assume are old ladies, others I’m assuming are whores.

  “Thanks for that,” Santana says as we reach the trees.

  I wave a hand. “No problems. He’s a jerk-off.”

  She laughs. “He can be hard to live with. Did Krypt tell you what happened with me?”

  I nod. “I hope that’s okay? He just gave me a brief run-down.”

  She shrugs, reaching up and tying her hair into a loose ponytail. “It’s no biggie. Most people hear the story. I don’t really have anything else, and getting a job is hard with no skill, so Maddox and the club is all I have.”

  “Krypt says it gets tough with Maddox?” I ask, finding a rock and perching on it.

  She nods, sighing. “He’s so controlling.”

  “It sounds like he’s hard because he cares.”

  She snorts. “I’ve seen Maddox with that many girls, it’s not even funny. He doesn’t care about me; he just likes the control that I allow him to have. My own stupid fault really.”

  “You’re probably right.” I laugh. “I’m just glad to have another female here that isn’t pinned underneath a biker.”

  She grins at me. “Tell me about it.”

  We spend the next hour talking, and it warms me to know I have someone else like me around. I don’t honestly know how long I’ll be here, but knowing I have the chance to make a friend out of Santana is enough to keep me at ease.

  We just don’t know when the next move will be made, or what kind of affect it will have.

  And that scares me.

  CHAPTER TEN

  TRISTAN

  I pace up and down the small length of the office, my hands pressed behind my back, my mind spinning. This all went wrong. It didn’t go to plan, and now everything is fucked up. Ash is missing, and no doubt has every intention of revealing anything she knows when she comes back. I knew I should have never let her near Dawson; it was a stupid move on my behalf.

  I won’t make that kind of mistake again.

  “I’m late, I know.”<
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  I turn to see Officer Davies entering the room. I call him that here, but to me he’s just Dan. Dan Davies. Criminal. Police officer. The kind of man people fear. He’s tall, over six foot, and is as broad as a linebacker. His powerful frame and deadly cold eyes make him a fantastic cop, a fantastic corrupt cop.

  He’s been a part of this from the start. He’s been friends with Howard from the Tinman’s Soldiers MC since they were just kids. It’s an operation so big, so deadly, that they have cops running against cops, guards gone wrong and people on the inside in places they shouldn’t be. Tinman’s Soldiers is a lethal club, and shit is about to get worse.

  “I don’t have time to fuck around in here,” I mutter, running my hands through my hair. “We need to sort this shit out.”

  Dan walks over to his desk, his large body casual, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. As if he isn’t running a criminal organization while fighting crime like a pretend hero. People around this place would have no idea that he’s corrupt. He’s cherished, loved and damned good at what he does.

  “Where’s Luke?”

  “Here.”

  We both turn to see Luke entering the room, his eyes darting around. Dan nods at him and he shuts the door, locking it, before joining me at Dan’s desk. We all sit. Tension is thick in the air.

  “We have more than one problem,” Dan begins. “But the first problem is the girl that got away. If the club has fed her any information she could blow this out of the water.”

  Ash. He’s talking about Ash.

  Sweet, loyal Ash.

  I’d love to say she wouldn’t bring it all into the light, but that wouldn’t be the case. Ash loves her job, she’s loyal and fierce, and there is no way she would let this go unnoticed. I considered her a friend, but I have no doubt that if she knows about me now, all of that has changed.

  “Do you think she’s alive?” Luke asks.

  Dan nods. “She is. A phone call was made from her to Claire, her roommate, just days ago. We are still trying to track the location, but I have no doubt the girl is breathing.”

  “If we can get her back, I’m sure we can talk her around—”

  “No,” Luke says, cutting me off. His eyes are hard and empty. “Ash is a risk to us now; there’s no way she’s going to just let it go. We can’t risk her being involved. Everything is planned out, and we can’t afford another blowout.”