by Joanna Wylde
Bummer. I went through more panties that way …
Hunter’s fingers slid into me abruptly and I cried out. Holy shit, that felt good, he always found the target. Always. Then he pulled back out, rubbing my own moisture along my crease. I felt his finger press against my rear opening, pushing slowly inside. It was a strange sensation, but he’d done it a few times now, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
“Someday I want to fuck you here,” he said, and I shivered.
Someday I’d let him. But now I felt the head of his cock tracing my pussy as he lined himself up with my opening. His free hand caressed the small of my back, soothing me.
“You ready?” he asked, his voice ragged. I nodded and braced my legs. Sex with Hunter was fantastic, but rarely gentle. Sure enough, he slammed into me, filling me in one hard stroke. My back arched and I moaned, tender tissues stretched to their limits.
“Christ, you’re a good lay,” he muttered, giving a few hard thrusts. Then he started hammering into me, all but attacking my pussy with his cock. The finger made my ass feel impossibly full, impaled and at his mercy.
Holy hell. I’d never been so turned on in my life, which was a good thing. I didn’t see how he—or anyone—could keep up this pace for long. Not that I needed much more time. Every stroke took me a little higher, and my legs started trembling from the mixture of physical strain and building desire.
“I’m close,” I warned him, reaching out and catching the sides of the table. “Really, really close, babe.”
He pulled out of my rear, then gripped my cheeks with wide fingers, digging deep enough that I’d probably have bruises later. I didn’t care. All that mattered was the sensation of his cock splitting me wide. He invaded again and again, until my entire body convulsed, the orgasm hitting me hard and fast. I whimpered, collapsing even as he kept going. Then I felt his cock start pulsing, hot come shooting deep into my body.
The sound of panting filled the shop. Probably shouldn’t tell Cookie about this one, I decided.
“It’s a lot better without the condom,” I managed to say after a few minutes.
“Thank fuck for birth control,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck. He pulled out, then stepped back. I pushed up shakily, catching my skirt with one hand and tugging it down. My shredded thong had caught around one leg, and I kicked it off.
“So when are we supposed to meet Burke?”
“About fifteen minutes,” he said. “Just enough time to clean up and walk down.”
“You want to bleach the table while I hit the bathroom?” I asked, feeling guilty. What would the health department make of that one? “Everything else is ready to go. Bleach is under the sink.”
“Sure,” he said, giving me a quick smile. “Gotta say, the idea of you out in public, wearing that little skirt and nothing else? It’s turning me on again.”
I snorted.
“Everything turns you on.”
“Nope, just everything about you. Trust me, I don’t feel this way at all when I see that fat chick at the DMV. Now get cleaned up. Or don’t—hell if I care. I like the idea of my jizz running down your legs for everyone to see.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Yup.”
I turned to leave, but he caught my hand, pulling me back for another quick kiss.
“Thanks,” he said, resting his forehead against mine. “I was wound pretty tight. Usually when Burke shows up without warning, it’s not a good sign. You helped a lot just now.”
“I’m a very helpful girl,” I said, waggling my eyebrows. I pulled away, turning toward the bathroom. Hunter smacked my ass and I jumped, laughing.
“Hurry up,” he said. “Burke’s waiting.”
“Will I like him?”
“No,” Hunter said, shaking his head slowly. “He’s usually a complete asshole, so don’t be surprised if he says something rude. But he saved me and Kelsey as kids. That should count for something. I’d probably be dead if it wasn’t for him. Dead or in prison.”
“Then I’ll love him,” I said. “I don’t care if he’s an asshole. I still owe him, big-time.”
“Kinda how I feel about your dad,” he said. “Go get clean, woman.”
I flipped him off and headed for the bathroom.
Hunter parked his new truck right in front of the strip club. Nothing fancy. In addition to everything else that sucked about the accident, he hadn’t been able to collect on his insurance. Bullet holes tend to draw cops, and the last thing either club wanted was law enforcement poking around. I’d offered to help pay for the new rig, but Hunter had blown me off, making it clear he could afford to buy his own ride. I wondered about that … Working part time as a mechanic wasn’t exactly lucrative, but if the Jacks were anything like the Reapers, his income stream was probably creative.
Hunter texted Burke, who stepped outside about five minutes later. I don’t know what I expected, but Burke wasn’t it. He was old—way older than my dad or our national president, Shade. More like Duck’s age. His hair was long and gray, and he kept it pulled back in a ponytail. He had a full beard, and it was long, too.
Skid followed him, and we eyed each other warily.
Me and Skid had an uncomfortable truce these days. Kelsey and I shared a place now, thanks to him. I still slept over at the house a lot, but nothing like before. I guess that was a winning solution for all of us. Well, all of us but Hunter. The idea of me and Kelsey living together seemed to scare him a little, and I guess I could understand that. It certainly made it easier to gang up on him.
“I’m Burke,” the Devil’s Jacks president said, stepping forward. “You must be Em?”
I smiled and nodded.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” I said.
“You’re not much, for a girl who causes so much trouble,” he said bluntly. “I pictured you with bigger tits.”
My smile didn’t falter for a minute.
“I’m still saving up for my boob job,” I told him politely. “Until then, I’m afraid Hunter’s stuck with me like this. On the bright side, I give excellent head. He had to pay my father six whole goats for me, you know.”
Hunter choked, but Burke burst out laughing. Skid’s eyes widened, and he gave me a sly nod of approval.
“Well, she’s not shy.”
“Not even a little,” Hunter said, wrapping his arm around my neck and pulling me close. “You said you wanted to show us something?”
“Yeah,” Burke said. “I’ll ride with Skid. You follow.”
Hunter tugged me toward his truck and we climbed in.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack back there,” he said. “And I think you gave him the wrong impression—it wasn’t goats, it was kegs.”
“My bad,” I murmured. “It’s so hard for me to hold all that information in my little female head. I get all confused.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said blandly. “I can tell you what to do. We have to keep that feeble little brain of yours from getting tired.”
I smacked his leg hard and he pretended to whimper as Skid pulled out ahead of us. Hunter followed, reaching over to lay a hand on my bare leg, running his fingers up and down my thigh as we drove.
God, how could I want him again so soon?
We didn’t actually drive that far, but traffic was slow enough that it took a good twenty minutes before Skid pulled off into a residential neighborhood. The houses were all old, built in the typical Portland style. Narrow lots, high porches, trees everywhere. The house he pulled up to looked solid enough, but the paint was peeling and the lawn was practically a jungle. Interesting …
“What’s this?” I asked Hunter. He shrugged.
“No idea.”
I opened the passenger-side door, then tried to figure out how to get out of the truck without showing my goodies off to the entire world. Hunter smirked, but he came around and lifted me down, setting me on the sidewalk like a perfect gentleman. Skid and Burke were already up on the porch,
watching us with interest.
We climbed up the stairs to join them.
Burke stuck a key in the door and opened it, gesturing for us to go inside. The place was completely empty, and while you could tell it had gorgeous lines, the house clearly needed work. The floors were all wood, but they were scratched to hell and back. It had a shotgun layout—living room, dining room, and kitchen all in a straight line. I assumed bedrooms were upstairs.
“What do you think?” Burke asked Hunter. “In addition to this, there’s an old carriage house out back. You’d never know it, but it’s a double lot. Spans the block.”
“It’s solid construction,” he said. “But not quite sure why we’re here.”
“I’m buying it,” Burke said. “Figured you and Em might like a house of your own. What do you think?”
HUNTER
I stared at Burke, wary. Em’s eyes were wide, but she didn’t say anything—proof positive that she was her father’s daughter. She’d drill me later, but she wouldn’t give away shit in front of witnesses. Good thing, too, because Burke was a twisty fucker, and for all I knew this was some kind of elaborate test of some kind.
“Skid, why don’t you take Em upstairs, show her the rest of the house?”
“Sure,” Skid said, his tone neutral, but I saw a hint of something dark in his eyes. Whatever was happening here, Skid was already in on it. We’d have words about that later. He led Em away, and I turned to Burke.
“What’s this all about?” I asked bluntly.
“Investment property,” Burke said, offering a fatherly smile. “The market’s still recovering, and it’s a good value. Plenty of room out back. I might want to store some things there at some point. You kids do the work to fix this place up, you live here for free. In a few years, you can buy it from me. Hell, maybe I’ll just give it to you. You’re the closest thing I have to a son, Hunter. If you’re really ready to settle down, I want you in a good place.”
I stilled, not buying it for an instant.
“What’s the game?”
Burke dropped the pretense, eyes hardening.
“That’s why I like you so much, always have. No bullshit. It’s a fucking shame you can’t go higher in the club, at least not for now. Until then, I like the idea of you playing house here in Portland. We’ve got a decent presence started, but it’s touch and go. I set you up here with Princess Emmy, the Reapers will think twice about shooting up the place if things go south. Instant safe house.”
I shook my head.
“I won’t risk Em,” I said, and I meant it. “Deal breaker.”
“It’s not a risk,” Burke said. “She’ll be safer here than anywhere else. We won’t hurt her, and they sure as shit won’t, either. That girl is walking, talking neutral territory, and putting her in this house brings us one step closer to establishing a real chapter in Portland. The only place she’d be safer is in her daddy’s house, but I’m willing to bet you won’t be moving in with him.”
“She’s a person, you know. Not just a pawn for you to play with.”
“We’re all pawns,” he replied softly. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said he looked almost human. “And the cartel will keep coming. This game doesn’t end and we both know it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy for you. Proud, too. You know, back when we first cooked this whole Em plan up, we figured she’d be a good old lady.”
“Best ever,” I agreed warily. God damn, but he was a wily old bastard.
“Then treat her right. You know, I used to be married. Didn’t work out too well …” he said, looking away. “I regret that, I honestly do. You got something good with that girl, so don’t fuck it up. Now go upstairs and look around, see if Em’s on board. If she is, I’ll call the real estate agent.”
Em stood by the window in the front bedroom, overlooking the street. There were two smaller rooms and a bathroom, too. I came to stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her small figure and dropping my chin to her shoulder. Burke wanted me to use this beautiful girl again, and I fucking hated him for it. I’d hurt her once already on his orders. It had to stop here … although he’d been right about a couple of things. The first was the game—it wouldn’t end. And the second was that I had something real good with Em.
Too good to lose for anything. Even the Jacks.
“Thoughts?” I asked, her small body tucked against mine, the feel of her completing me in a way even my club couldn’t. It reinforced my decision and I felt a sense of something like peace about what I had to do. Sure, the thought of it still sickened me, but the thought of losing her sickened me more.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Was he serious?”
“Yup. He wants to buy it and have us fix it up. In exchange, he’ll let us live here for free.”
“That seems a little … out of character? I mean, based on what you’ve told me about him.”
“You could say that,” I answered. “He’s not doing it out of the goodness of his heart, that’s for sure. He wants neutral territory, and figures putting you in a house with me will help keep the peace.”
I felt her stiffen, but then she nodded. “I can see that. What do you think?”
“I don’t like the idea of using you again,” I told her honestly. “I love you and I realized something down there, listening to him.”
“What’s that?”
I paused, taking a deep breath, my heart suddenly pounding. The club had been my life. My family. My brothers. Everything.
Jacks first.
I’d lived by those words for eight years.
“Maybe I should leave the club, Em. We can pull free of all this.”
She stilled. Some women wouldn’t get what I’d just offered, but Em was a child of the Reapers. She knew. Then I felt her body relax and her hands came up and covered mine where they lay across her belly.
“But would letting him use me really be that bad, if it’s for peace?” she asked softly. “My club doesn’t want to hurt me, and if I’m helping you create neutral ground, that’ll make me even more valuable to yours. Isn’t that about as safe as we get in this life? This could be good for all of us, Liam.”
Something in me unclenched, and I felt such incredible relief I could hardly stand. I loved my club so much … it was just that I loved Em more.
“Are you sure?” I asked her. Em tugged away from me and turned in my arms, looking up as she cupped my face between her hands. Her eyes met mine and she held my gaze, her expression utterly serious.
“I’m sure,” she said. “There are things I don’t like about your club, but they also helped make you who you are. They’re your family, and now they’re my family, too. I’m not a civilian and I didn’t fall in love with a stockbroker. I fell in love with a Devil’s Jack. I know what it means to wear a cut.”
Then she gave me that same beautiful, goofy smile that’d made me fall in love with her in an instant so many months ago in that parking lot. Fuckin’ punch to the gut. Every. Time.
“Now do you want to move in with me?” she asked lightly. “Maybe create a little safe patch of peace here in Portland? The house has potential—I could be happy living here. But only with you. Skid and the boys can come visit, but they have to keep their own place. I don’t want to live in a frat house.”
“Easy call,” I said, wondering what the fuck I’d done to get this lucky. “He doesn’t smell nice like you.”
“Well, I guess if smell is the criteria, I probably do win,” she said, leaning forward, arms tightening around my waist. I could hold her like this forever. “I like the idea of keeping the peace. And we’re practically living together already. I guess if things get bad, I could always go back to Cookie’s house.”
I clenched up again.
“No,” I said firmly. “If things get bad, you’ll stay right here with me and we’ll work through it.”
“Okay,” she whispered, reaching up to tuck some hair behind my ear. Then she popped up on her toes and kissed me gently. “Want
to get started right now?”
“Started on what?”
“Working through things. Because I think you need some clarification on the whole lying issue …”
I froze. What had I done now? I searched my memory, wondering if I’d lied without even noticing? Fuck.
“I know I said to only tell me the truth,” she whispered. “But for future reference, when a woman asks a man if something makes her look fat, the answer is always no. Always. Think you can remember that?”
Oh, thank Christ.
“You’re fucked up.”
“But can you remember it?”
“Yeah,” I said, trying not to laugh.
“Then I guess I’ll move in with you. But I’m serious about Skid. He has to stay at the other house with the guys.”
“That’s fine, so long as your dad stays at the clubhouse when he comes to visit.”
“No problem,” she said, giggling. She squeezed me tighter. “Love you, babe.”
“I love you, too.”
It wasn’t a lie.
JANUARY
COEUR D’ALENE, IDAHO
PICNIC
“Pic, check this out.”
Picnic glanced up from his desk toward Gage. The club’s enforcer sat in front of four screens streaming security footage.
“What?”
“New cleaning bitch,” Gage said. “Marie’s out, says she can’t handle it and her homework. Nobody else is available, so Bolt hired a civilian. She runs a service or something, got a good rep.”
“And I should care because?”
“Look at her ass, then rethink the question.”
Picnic pushed up slowly and walked around his cluttered workspace in the pawn shop office. He’d spent the last hour trying to figure out what the hell he’d done with the ticket for the red and gold Harley out back in the yard. Some dumbass rich kid had pawned it, probably to buy pot or something equally stupid. He’d had his eye on it ever since. Spoiled little shit had defaulted that morning.
Gage leaned back in his chair, folding his hands across his stomach.
“Nice, hmm?”