OFF LIMITS: Grim Angels MC

by Evelyn Glass

  “I don’t know how we’re going to work getting the bike back,” he said as he rinsed plates and handed them to Jess to put in the dishwasher.

  “Me neither. But since Mom hasn’t called back, it’s probably moot anyway. I’m sorry. I thought she could get it back for you.”

  “It’s okay. It’s insured, but thanks for trying.”

  “Yeah,” Jess said quietly. “I bet you wish you had never come to Detroit.”

  Scott thought about it. While it was true Detroit had been nothing but a pain in the ass since he arrived, there was one thing that made him glad he came. “I have to admit that I’ve had better weeks. But there is this one thing that has made it all worthwhile.”

  Jess looked at him from under her bangs and smiled slightly. She was just leaning in to meet his lips when her phone buzzed, making her jump. She aborted the kiss and pulled her phone. “It’s Angela,” she said as she pushed the button to put the call on speaker. “How’re you feeling?”

  “Like I’ve been shot, but other than that, fine. Glendal gave me some good shit. I assume since you answered the phone you got away okay?”

  “Yeah, but they took Scott’s bike.”

  “I heard. Where are you now?”

  “I don’t think I should say,” Jess said as Scott shook his head.

  “Okay, I understand. Listen, we need to talk. This whole thing with you and Scott is fucked up. The club is beginning to split. Half the brothers think Val is losing it and the other half wants to kill Scott on sight as an example. Which is part of the reason why I called. Your mother wants me to bring you Scott’s bike.”

  “What?” Jess asked in confusion.

  “Didn’t you tell Kat she had to get Scott’s bike back for him? Val won’t give it up, but she wants me to steal the bike for you.”

  “Angela…I can’t ask you to do that.”

  “You’re not asking. Ed is on the side of Val is losing it and you need some wheels. Val has everyone looking for the Durango. You’re not still using it are you? If you are, you need to dump it, and pronto, before they find it.”

  “No. We abandoned it right after we dropped you off. Why are you doing this?”

  “Because you need to get away until things calm down. Jason, he’s stirring up the shit. He’s the one filling Val’s head with the idea that he can’t back down or he will look weak. It’s like he has a giant chip on his shoulder or something, the little prick. And Val is swallowing it hook, line, and sinker.”

  “That’s Jason,” Scott said. “Always forward, and damn the consequences.”

  “Yeah,” Angela agreed, “and Val is lapping it up. He’s supremely pissed at me for trying to bring you some clothes and not telling him we were meeting, and his attitude has pissed Ed off. The whole fucking club is coming apart over this.”

  “What about the guys Scott shot? What does the club think about that?”

  “They’re not happy about it, of course, but I don’t think anyone really blames Scott. I made sure everyone knew Jack and Greg started shooting first and that one of them was the one who shot me. To be honest, I think some of the guys are impressed that Scott stood up to Val, managed to get you two out of a very tight situation, and didn’t leave me behind. I heard one of the guys say they could probably track you down by looking for where Scott’s dick was dragging in the dirt.”

  “How did they find us?” Scott asked while Jess giggled.

  “I don’t know for sure, but Ed thinks they were tailing me, Kat, Rick, and anyone else they thought you might contact, hoping one of us would lead them to you. I drew the short straw. Once they saw the meet up, Greg or Jack called in the troops. I guess when they saw that you were getting ready to bolt, they tried to stop you. It didn’t work out so well for them.”

  “How can we trust you?” Scott asked.

  “I know how it looks,” Angela answered. “And I don’t blame you for being suspicious, but I would never do anything to hurt Jess. Ever. We’ll play it however you like. Just understand that Ed is putting it all on the line for you, Jess. If he gets caught delivering Scott’s bike to him, it won’t go well for him. I hope you know that.”

  “I do,” Jess agreed. “Why is he doing it, then?”

  “Because I want him to and because he knows it’s the right thing to do. You Atlanta boys haven’t done shit to us, but Val has put out the hit on you Scott, and for what? For daring to want to give Jess her life back? For not letting Val run your personal life? If Val gets away with this, what’s next? Is he going to start dictating who can hookup with who? What if he decides that Ed and I aren’t right for each other? Well fuck that. I sleep with who I want to and Val can just go fuck himself. Ed feels the same way.”

  Jess looked at Scott, waiting for him to decide what he wanted to do. “Okay. How do you plan to get the bike away from Val? Do you even know where it is?”

  “Yeah. It’s at the garage. Leave getting the bike to Ed and me. We’ll get the bike. How are we going to get it to you? That’s the hard part.”

  “We need a big open space, like a parking lot or something. Someplace where nobody can hide.” Scott said.

  Jess thought a moment. “How about the Fairlane Mall? They have a huge parking lot. You could park out at the end somewhere, away from the mall. Just leave it parked there. There are never any cars out there. Would that work?” she asked looking to Scott.

  “Yeah, probably,” Scott agreed.

  “Is that what we’re doing then?” Angela asked.

  “Yeah. Fairlane Mall. On the Macy’s side. Park out in the middle somewhere, away from all the cars. We’ll find it. Call us when you get the bike and we’ll come pick it up,” Jess explained.

  “It’s got to be in the middle of the day,” Scott added.

  “Tomorrow, then,” Angela said. “Around noon, okay? But Jess, your mom wants to be there. She wants to talk to you and make sure you’re okay. That was the deal, Jess. She will help get the bike by distracting the brothers at the garage, but she wants to be there when you pick up it up.”

  “No. Too much risk. I don’t a repeat of today,” Scott said.

  “Scott…” Jess said softly. “If we’re leaving, I need to talk to her. I have to tell her goodbye. Please.”

  “She’s Val’s sister, Jess. You know she’s loyal to Val and the club.”

  “She’s also my mother. She won’t sell me out. Please, Scott. I have to do this. You can hang back if you need to, but I have to do this.”

  Scott fumed a moment. “Fuck. Okay. I don’t like it, but okay.” This is just like the last time with the clothes! I should just walk away! But even as he thought it, he knew he wouldn’t.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “You don’t have to go,” Jess said softly as they prepared for bed. Scott had been cool and aloof for the last few hours, ever since their conversation with Angela, and she was fretting that she was pushing him too far.

  “No, I’ll be there. If they snatch you back then this all would have been for nothing. But you know we’re taking a huge risk here, right? What if your mother thinks it’s for the best that you come home with her. Do you put it past her to not call on the Angels to make that happen?” Scott asked. He knew he was being pissy, but his mind was spinning with all the ways this meet could go wrong, and he couldn’t think of a counter for even half of them.

  Jess stared at her toothbrush, the paste tube hovering over it unsqueezed. “I know. But I can’t just leave, Scott. I can’t! I have to see her this one last time. I have to try to make her understand. I owe her that, if nothing else.” She squeezed the paste onto the brush and set to work.

  “You’re willing to risk your freedom for this? You know if you go back, Val and your mother will make sure you are never free and will run your life forever.”

  Jess didn’t answer, scrubbing her teeth to give her a chance to think. Scott was right, and she knew he was right, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was something she had to do, and if she didn’t, s
he would regret it for the rest of her life. She had enough regrets already and she didn’t need any more. After a moment of furious brushing she spat the foam into the sink then rinsed her mouth and the toothbrush, delaying her response as long as possible.

  “I know, but it’s something I have to do. If I don’t I will always wonder if I did the right thing.”

  He nodded once before turning on his toe and striding out of the bathroom. It was obvious her mind was made up and there was no changing it. He could understand her wanting to say goodbye, but he wasn’t sure the risk was worth it. Hell, I’m not even sure getting the bike back is worth the risk. I wouldn’t put it past Val to gun me down in the parking lot just to make a point.

  He shucked his pants, leaving his underwear on out of respect to Ron, and crawled into bed. A few minutes later Jess appeared wearing the shirt they had purchased earlier, a long light-blue sleep-shirt with the words “To Do List: Absolutely Nothing” emblazoned on the front.

  “Are you upset?” she asked as she snuggled in close. It was amazing how cold an air-conditioned house felt after sleeping for years in a hot apartment.

  “No. But this could go badly in so many ways, Jess. We’re going to be exposed in a big way. If your mother double-crosses us, we’re going to be fucked.”

  “You’re the one who wanted to meet out in the open,” she protested.

  “Yeah. That makes it tougher to ambush us, but it still leaves us with our dicks hanging out. What if your mother pulls a gun and gut shoots me? The Angels will be on you before you can do anything.”

  “She wouldn’t do that!”

  “Are you sure? Are you really sure? You’ve made it pretty clear you don’t intend to go back to the way things were. Do you think your mom is ready to let you go? What about your uncle? You think he’s going to just let me walk away now? How much pressure can he put on your mom?”

  Jess’s first reaction was to protest that he didn’t know what he was talking about, but so much had happened in the last three days she was no longer sure. Her mother was one tough bitch, that much was certain, but would she go so far as to kill to keep her close? Jess didn’t think so, but she was no longer certain.

  “What do you suggest?” she finally asked.

  “I suggest we don’t do this. But failing that, you stay in the car until I pat your mother down. Then we take the bike and go someplace else. Your mother follows in the car. If we aren’t tailed, then you can have the meet…otherwise, we bolt. When you’re done, we take the car and leave.”

  “And my mother?”

  “We’ll leave her cell. She can call a cab, or Val, or somebody. But we take the car so she can’t follow us.”

  Jess thought it over. She didn’t like leaving her mother alone, but if they picked someplace safe to leave her, she guessed she could live with Scott’s plan.

  “Okay. We’ll do it your way. I hope this isn’t all for nothing.”

  “Me, too,” Scott replied, and he meant it. He just wanted to get this shit behind him and move on with his life.

  They lay quietly for a time, Jess’s hand drawing lazy patterns on Scott’s chest as his hand caressed her back, her fingers tracing the peaks and valleys of his body as a low level warmth spread through her. She wanted him, not only for the way he made her feel physically, but emotionally, as well. While the brain melting orgasms he gave her were unlike anything she had experienced before, the way she felt after the love-making was just as new. She felt connected and cherished in a way she never had before. Like all the men before him, Scott controlled her, but the way he did it was completely different. He took charge of their love-making, not to ensure his own pleasure, but to ensure hers.

  She didn’t know if it was the release of oxytocin that made her feel safe or the fact that she was so mellow from having her brains fucked out, but she hadn’t been bothered with dreams since she and Scott had started doing the horizontal mambo. She wanted, no, not wanted, needed that feeling again tonight. She needed to know everything was still okay between them.

  She allowed her hand to drift lower in degrees until she began to slide her fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers. He didn’t move or react to her teasing and she worried that her insistence on meeting her mom was cooling his fire toward her. She touched his member, her fingers lightly caressing his manhood. He was only semi-hard, causing her anxiety to increase. Every time she had touched him in the past he was already steel hard.

  She didn’t want to ask, but she had to know. “Are we okay? Is there something wrong?” she murmured, her hand becoming still.

  “No, nothing’s wrong,” he whispered. “I’m just worried about tomorrow.”

  Desperately wanting to believe him she rose up slightly to offer her lips and found his waiting. The kiss instantly began to deepen as they responded to the touch of the other, the flames of passion leaping higher.

  As their lips parted he looked into Jess’s enormous eyes, her expression a mixture of fear and doubt that was just discernable in the dim light of the bedroom. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m worried.”

  “It’ll be okay. We’ll just have to be careful.”

  “No. Not about tomorrow, about us. I was afraid…afraid that you were tired of me or something.”

  “Tired of you? I hardly know you.”

  “I know, and that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid that you will ‘get tired of my shit’ as Luke used to say. I know that I’m asking—”

  Scott gave his hips a firm twist, cutting her off as he dumped her on the bed, rolling them over and pinning her down as he stared into her eyes, losing himself in their infinite depths. “Maybe someday…but not today. For now, I’m much more interested in learning all about your shit.” He watched her eyes and could still see the uncertainty there. “And your lips,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to hers.

  Jess threw everything she had into the kiss, wanting to show Scott that if he would believe in her, she would never disappoint him. She held him to her, their tongues probing as he straddled her leg and then leaned into her pussy, the press of his thigh in her “V” promising much pleasure to come and causing desire to pour through her, making her feel hot and itchy.

  “And your neck,” he whispered, pulling back from the kiss, his lips slowly caressing their way down her jaw and under her ear, making her want to squirm. As he nuzzled her he began walking her shirt up her body in slow measure, making her want to moan in anticipation. As she bit her lower lip, he slid her covering over her breast, the coolness of the room making the nipple come erect.

  “Your breasts,” he rumbled as the shocking warmth of his mouth covered her nipple, her hand going to the back of his head to indicate her approval as she continued to twist and move in delight.

  She was certain he was going to make her come as his tongue flicked and nursed her, his free hand gently stroking her most intimate area, teasing her with anticipation. He was setting her on edge, winding her tight as he nudged her toward an explosive orgasm.

  “Your—”

  “Stop, stop,” she begged softly as he began to move lower, each touch of his lips a flare of pleasure. “I want you inside of me. Please, I want to feel you inside of me.”

  All thoughts of tomorrow were gone, replaced with his need for this woman. She continued to call to him at a deep level, her breathy begging for him making his heart pound and his blood roar hot in his veins. Just like the first time in her overheated apartment, he could feel his need to possess him like no woman before her. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was damn sure something.

  In a flurry of motion they removed their coverings, tossing the clothing haphazardly onto the floor. Scott wanted to plunge deep into her, to fuck her long and slow, but they had to be smart. Jess was already opening the condom as he moved between her legs, pausing long enough for her to sheath him.

  “As soon as I’m able, I’m going back on the pill because this sucks,” she murmured as she fiddled with the
packaging then unrolled the condom over his cock.

  He couldn’t help but snort in amusement, the intensity of the moment broken by her comment. It had been years since he hadn’t used a condom, except for that one encounter in her bedroom when he had been so blinded by lust he wasn’t thinking straight.

  Her task finished, she pulled him down to her as she slowly fell back, taking his lips again as they aligned. He entered her slowly, exhaling softly into her mouth as pleasure washed over him. He pushed in deep and held himself there, luxuriating in the warmth and tightness of her as their tongues danced.

  He began to move, a slow thrusting motion that caused pleasure to flow through her, radiating out from the point of their joining like a warm wave. He pulled back from their kiss, bracing on his elbows as his hands slid up her arms, his gaze holding her until his finger interlaced with hers. He pinned her hands loosely above her head, his eyes never leaving hers as they moved together. She was helpless in his grip, held in place by his hands, but she had never felt safer, and she turned herself over to him, knowing he would never hurt her.