Twisted Pieces

by London Casey

  Jace stood and ran to his door. He tore it open and charged down the hallway. Out in the front of the clubhouse, three prospects were cleaning up from the night before.

  “Where did she go? Did she leave?” he asked.

  “Yeah…”

  Jace kicked open the door and stormed out just in time to crash into Jordyn. She fell into his arms and he caught her. Jace had no idea why the hell he wasn't letting go. A black car took off. Tires squealed a few seconds later. Jace looked down and when Jordyn looked up at him, he saw the blood on her face. The corner of her mouth was bleeding. Tears streamed down her face. Her bottom lip quivered in fear.

  “What the fuck happened?” he asked.

  “He… hit me,” Jordyn whispered as she buried her face into Jace’s chest.

  Jace stood there. He tried to wrap his mind around what the hell was happening and none of it made sense.

  “You have to talk to me now,” Jace said. “Strokner hit you?”

  Jordyn nodded. “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because… I… I said no.”

  “No? What did you say no to? Did he want you to hurt me? Kill me? Hurt the club?”

  “No. He wanted to…”

  “Fucking hell, babe, just say it.”

  “He wanted to fuck me!” Jordyn yelled. “He wanted me to climb on him and ride him. I refused to do it. Not in front of… you… I said no and he hit me. He pushed me out of the car.”

  Jace gently pushed Jordyn away. “He wanted to fuck you? Is that something you do?”

  “No,” Jordyn said. She started to cry again. “He touches me. I let him. For the job. But he never wanted…”

  The roar of motorcycles stopped Jordyn in mid-sentence. Jace looked up to see a few of the guys coming back to the clubhouse.

  “Shit,” Jace said. “You have to come inside with me, right now.”

  Jace wrapped an arm around Jordyn and pulled her into the clubhouse. He took her back to his room again, but this time he wasn't as aggressive about it. When he got to his room, he couldn’t believe what was waiting for him again.

  The same woman from before. Jace didn’t even know her name.

  And there he was, comforting Jordyn as she cried.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked.

  “Blaine was busy in the shower. No room for me.”

  “Get out,” Jace growled.

  “What’s wrong with your accountant?”

  “Fuck you!” Jordyn cried out.

  “What was that, bitch?” the woman asked.

  She stood from the bed. Jace started to move to stop whatever fight was about to happen, but to Jace’s surprise, Jordyn pushed from him and lunged at the woman. Jace couldn't help laughing when Jordyn took the woman the ground. She slapped her. She clawed her. And she took handfuls of hair and screamed.

  Finally, Jace had to intervene. He bent down and wrapped his arms around Jordyn’s body. He lifted her off the woman and held her tight. She continued to kick and punch, but only for a few seconds before calming down.

  “Now, get out,” Jace said to the woman on the floor.

  She quickly got to her hands and knees and crawled from the room. Jace backed up and shut the door. He locked it. The feel of her body against his was nice. It felt comforting.

  “If I fucking put you down, are you going to chill?” Jace asked.

  “I don’t know,” Jordyn said.

  Jace had to give this woman credit, at least she was honest.

  Slowly, Jace put Jordyn on her feet. He opened his hands and arms and backed up. Jordyn turned. She ran a hand through her messy hair. She was breathing heavy.

  “You have some fucking questions to answer,” Jace said.

  Jordyn looked at him. Her eyes were wide. Brown and beautiful. Full of need and pain. Everything Jace could ever ask for.

  “Is that door locked?” Jordyn asked.

  “Yeah. It’s good.”

  “Good,” Jordyn said. She lunged at Jace, diving into his arms, wrapping her legs tight around his body. “Because you’re going to fuck me. Right now, Jace. Then I’ll answer anything you want.”

  Jace curled his lip and slid his hands up Jordyn’s back. He let his fingers dig as hard as he could, feeling her muscles flex and watching the way her mouth parted as she felt the tender pain of his touch. He put his hands into her hair and started to pull. Jordyn let out a whimper as her head was forced back.

  Jace put his mouth to her neck. He kissed her, tasting the corporate flavor of where she worked, what she washed herself with, and some kind of perfume. Gently, Jace scraped his teeth along her neck up to her ear. He let out a grunt and pulled back. He walked Jordyn to the bed and stood there. Releasing his grip on her hair, his hands went down to her ass again. Her skirt was hiked up pretty damn far already, but Jace wanted more. He grabbed her legs and squeezed.

  “Open.”

  Jordyn opened her legs and her feet landed on the floor. Before he could say another word, she started to tear at her own shirt, her fingers fumbling at the buttons. She eventually just ripped her shirt open and threw it to the floor. Jace touched Jordyn’s bare skin. It was perfectly silky. All for the taking.

  Jace didn’t give Jordyn a chance to take off her bra. He pushed her down to the bed and dropped to his knees. His hands slid right up her skirt and lifted it. When he looked and then looked up at Jordyn with wide eyes, she bit her lip and gave him a half smile.

  She wasn’t wearing any panties.

  The sight of her glistening folds and pink, tender skin left him thickening in his pants. It crossed his mind that this was probably some kind of sick demand from Strokner, but it was like a gift to Jace so he didn't give a fuck.

  He came forward and his tongue slithered up and down between her legs, tasting her sweet desire. Jordyn growled and grabbed handfuls of the covers on the bed. That convinced Jace that Jordyn really hadn't been doing anything with Strokner. Jace smiled and licked her again. After a good sample of her body, Jace slid his hands up and started to spread her open wider. He looked at her, teased her hole with his pointer finger, and then groaned when he felt how fucking tight she was.

  Jace reached up and worked the skirt off Jordyn’s body. Jordyn hurried to sit up. She pulled at his belt. She was getting right down to business. Her hands were shaking like crazy as she ripped Jace’s jeans open. For a split second, Jace considered stopping and making sure Jordyn was okay. After all, there was still a little blood at the corner of her mouth. But then he thought, fuck it. He wasn’t in the business of saving damsels in distress.

  When Jordyn forced his pants and boxers down, his cock popped free. He hadn't been this hard in a long time. Jordyn’s eyes widened and she tried to wrap her little hand around his thickness.

  Jordyn stroked him once and then gritted her teeth. She looked up at him with a wild fire in her eyes. She surprised Jace when she stood up. She reached back and unsnapped her bra. As it fell, she pressed herself forward, allowing her hard nipples to touch his hard chest. She put her hands to Jace’s face.

  “Turn me around and fuck me.”

  “Hold up, babe,” Jace said. “I don’t do bareback shit.”

  “Today, you do.”

  He wasn't sure whether to be pissed off because this girl just thought she could make demands, or be even more turned on because she didn't have any reservations about getting what she wanted. Jordyn pushed away from Jace’s body and just stood there. He stared at her slender body, creamy skin, and her amazing breasts. He followed her flat stomach down and saw the slit of her pussy. Fuck, it was just too much to pass up.

  “Fine,” Jace growled. He then put a hand to Jordyn’s jaw and squeezed. “But you have no fucking idea what you’re getting into. This isn’t some fucking fantasy, babe. This is real. People get hurt. People die. You want this… you got it.”

  Jace let Jordyn go and then he grabbed her by the hips. He turned her around and pushed forward. Jordyn climbed the bed, ass in the air, pu
ssy exposed. Jace pressed two fingers to her slit and forced his fingers into her. Jordyn jumped and cried out.

  “You’re too fucking tight,” Jace said. “Damn, babe.”

  Jace put all five of his fingertips to Jordyn’s pussy and ran them up, collecting her wetness. He then gripped his cock and stroked, rubbing her juice on himself. Then, with one hand on the small of her back, Jace came forward with his cock. He pressed himself against her folds and watched her start to spread. He eased the thick tip into her, stretching her. Jace gritted his teeth and placed both hands to her waist. With a hiss, he thrust forward and pounded his way deep into Jordyn’s tight body.

  Out of need, Jordyn’s body tried to move forward, seeking relief, but Jace's grip was stronger than her body and he pulled her back, making damn sure he reached every inch of her inside.

  She fucking wanted this…

  Jace leaned back slowly, inch by inch, taking almost his entire cock out of her. Jordyn started to turn her head and Jace thrust deep again. This time, Jace wasn’t going to be forgiving, or stop. He fucked Jordyn, just the way she wanted. And the way he needed to fuck someone.

  As he thrust harder and faster, Jordyn’s body slowly became accustomed to Jace’s thickness. He opened his hands and slid them up her body. He came forward, leaning down a little, allowing more of his body to touch hers. His hands moved around to her chest. He took handfuls of her dangling breasts. The more he thrust, the more whimpering cries of pleasure Jordyn let out.

  Jace gave Jordyn’s chest a good squeeze and then stood back up. He grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her head back again. Jordyn's hands were even tighter around the sheets. This was the kind of fucking Jace had been dreaming about in prison. Not that fake shit with those relievers. Jordyn was tempting, full of passion, and her body was just too fucking tight not to enjoy.

  Jace gripped Jordyn’s shoulder. He held tight and fucked harder. He could feel himself readying to let go. Jordyn’s pussy kept throbbing against him and he endured through the cries of ‘I’m coming’ as her instinctive need to squeeze and pulse continued.

  As Jace felt the rush coming upon him he remembered he wasn’t quite prepared for this moment. There was no way in hell he was going to shoot his load into Jordyn. No matter how wild and beautiful she was right now, the last thing he needed to do was to knock some chick up.

  Jace gently placed his right hand to Jordyn’s ass. He pushed at her as he thrust, getting ready to time it perfectly. When that final rush came to him, he gritted his teeth and hissed. His need was to thrust deeper, but he pulled back and placed himself on Jordyn’s back. He started to come all over her. He hurried and pulled at her shoulder, forcing her to stand. Her body was against his, his cock between her back and his stomach, still spilling everywhere. Jace then had both hands at her stomach, pulling, wanting more pressure. Jordyn slowly started to rock herself, moving up and down. Her silky back rubbed against the bottom of his shaft, keeping him coming for what felt like hours.

  When he finally stopped, Jordyn put her head back, her eyes shut, mouth parted.

  Jace looked at her mouth. He moved his mouth down and kissed her thin lips. Not an intense fuck me kiss, but a gentle kiss. Christ, it almost felt like a thank you kiss.

  Then Jace tasted Jordyn’s tongue, and he wanted more. When Jordyn flicked the tip of her tongue at his mouth, it made him wonder if she would do the same when sucking on his cock. Then Jordyn reached back and dug her hand into his hair. Jace looked down at Jordyn’s breasts, her nipples still painfully hard.

  And suddenly the moment seemed way too real. He ended the kiss and stepped back, pushing Jordyn forward. There was a stringy mess between them, but Jace kept stepping back. Jordyn looked over her shoulder and Jace saw that she was blushing. What the fuck was that about? What kind of chick demands to be fucked bareback like this and then blushes when it’s over?

  “There’s a shower… you might want to clean up.”

  Jordyn nodded. Her lips kept moving, but there were no words. Jace simply folded his arms, unashamed and actually proud about his naked body. In fact, he told himself that if Jordyn stood like that for another minute, he was going to bend her over again.

  But she started to walk. She disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. Jace exhaled a breath and ran his hands through his hair. He looked down at himself. He was a complete mess of his own orgasm.

  Fuck… it felt so good. Way too good.

  seven.

  Jordyn couldn’t focus. She stood in the shower, the water pounding against her body, and she kept finding herself taking small steps back. It was like the water was too powerful. Or she was just too weak.

  She had no idea what the hell had gotten into her. Part of her wanted to slap herself for being so dumb and thinking that Mr. Strokner wouldn’t eventually want to actually fuck her. Hell, it was just a few days ago that he was just rubbing her lower back and making comments. Now he wanted to fuck her. That’s how he said it, too. With his hoarse whisper that was anything but seductive. And while she tried to scramble and come up with a damn good reason or an even better excuse to wait, Mr. Strokner hit her. The back of his hand came from nowhere and nailed her in the face. The pain was mild, but when Jordyn saw the blood, she started to panic.

  Before she could say anything to calm him down, Mr. Strokner reached across (causing Jordyn to flinch in fear) and he opened the door.

  “Get out of here,” he growled at her. “Get out now. You’re nothing without me, Jordyn. You don’t know what you want without me.”

  Those words were like being hit again, over and over, as though Mr. Strokner knew exactly how to cut right into the depths of her heart. That’s what set it all in motion. That’s what made the anger, the tears, and then a wild sense of need collide in Jordyn’s body. So the second Jace's arms wrapped around her and he took her back to his room, she had to have him. There was no turning back. She wasn't in control of the feelings going through her after being hit.

  And now here she was, in the shower, in Jace’s room, in the clubhouse of Back Down Devil. It was unbelievable.

  After showering, Jordyn stepped out of the shower and dried herself. She stared at the door and wondered if Jace was going to be waiting for her still. Chances were he wasn't. Either way Jordyn could get dressed and leave to go... where?

  That was the question.

  She had no idea where to go. Could she call Mr. Strokner or should she just assume that she had lost her job. But she couldn’t lose her job. Not this job. Not this paycheck. Her grandmother was counting on her to have a career, a relationship, and find happiness. The poor woman didn’t have much time left.

  “Shit,” Jordyn whispered.

  She ran a hand through her wet hair. There was only one way to face all this.

  Jordyn opened the door and let out a scream.

  Jace stood there, a hand on the wall. He was dressed now, back in his jeans and that damn white t-shirt.

  “You scared me,” Jordyn whispered.

  “You left your clothes.”

  Jordyn started to smile when a third voice entered the room.

  “I’ll be happy to stay and watch.”

  Jordyn gasped and when Jace moved, she saw another guy standing in the room. He was about the same height and build as Jace. Except he had some hair on his face, a shit grin to match, and dark eyes that were a little scary.

  “Calm it, Blaine,” Jace said.

  “Sorry, bro. But you know how this goes… pretty woman in your room and I want to know why. And I want a piece of it.”

  “You’re not getting a piece of anything,” Jace said.

  “Hey, you already sent one to my room.”

  Jace smiled. “Don’t bring that up. Where is that one at?”

  “In my bed. I made some room. She’s waiting for me.”

  “I really need to get dressed,” Jordyn said. “And kind of go…”

  “No,” Jace said. He looked right at Jordyn. “We had a little deal. You�
�re fucking staying until I say you can go.”

  Jordyn swallowed hard and froze.

  “Bro, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” Blaine said. “Although, my cock is getting pretty hard right now. I can smell exactly what happened in here. Damn, I bet if I close my eyes…”

  Jordyn watched in disbelief as Blaine closed his eyes and then touched himself. His hand cupped right between his legs. He squeezed, smiled, and then groaned.

  “Holy shit,” Jordyn whispered.

  “That’s enough of this shit,” Jace said.

  He smacked Blaine's hand away. Then he grabbed Blaine and led him to the door. Blaine protested and Jace kept pushing him.

  “Listen, bro,” Jordyn heard Blaine whisper. “I know what you want to do about this judge thing. The table is never going to vote on it. But… I know something…”

  Jace looked back at Jordyn. Then he looked at Blaine again. “What do you know?”

  “The kid. I know where he goes to school. You can send your message…”

  “Yeah, I’ll do that. Not right now.”

  “Sure. Enjoy the pussy while it’s warm, wet, and fresh.” Blaine looked at Jordyn and winked. “I bet you were killer tight. I can see it in the way Jace is walking. You squeezed him…”

  “Out!” Jace yelled. He pushed and then slammed the door. He locked it and turned around. “That’s Blaine. Don’t fucking ask.”

  “Wasn’t going to,” Jordyn said.

  Jace pointed to the bed. “Sit down and start talking. I want to know who you are and why you’re fucking around with Strokner. And I want to hear everything about him hitting you.”

  “Listen, you can’t do anything about that,” Jordyn said.

  “Like hell I can’t. I’ll fucking break all his fingers. One by one.”

  “Stop,” Jordyn pleaded. “You don’t… you don’t understand what… what I need…”

  “Babe, I have a good idea of what you fucking need,” Jace said with a drop dead sexy smile.

  Fuck… I’m losing my mind…

  “It’s not about that. Well, all of it. Can I get dressed?”

  “No,” Jace said. “Sit down and answer my questions. If not, I’ll tear that fucking towel off your sweet body and make you walk through the clubhouse alone. Then outside, naked.”