Jake’s Silence

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by Joy Blood


  “Yeah, girl tried to make me dress up and play tea party.” Wes chuckles, and I smile in return.

  “Hey now, in my defense, I didn't have any girls to play with. Who else was I supposed to have tea parties with?” I tease.

  “Inside, Key,” Jake grumbles as he tries to pull me toward the new clubhouse.

  “It was nice to see you again,” I yell back to them, already halfway to the front door. “Jake, that was rude, and I just left Ellie and the kids there,” I protest, still following him. “Jake?” I say again, not getting any response as he storms into the clubhouse. We walk under the wide, natural log arch, in through the heavy wooden doors, then through a room with a massive bar built out from the wall. Before I can take in the place, we’re going through another door, then walking down a hallway until we reach a room. He brings me through first, then shuts the door behind him. “What you did was so rude how—” I'm cut off when his mouth slams down onto mine in a claiming kiss that sets my body on fire. His hands roam, but don’t slip underneath my clothes. They stay on top, feeling their way through the material until they land on my hips. With a hard pull, he drags me closer to him, my legs now straddling one of his thick muscled thighs. His hands continue to grip my hips as they start to move on their own accord, rubbing my center along his solid leg. Pressure starts to build, and I know it won’t be long before I orgasm. “Oh…Jake…I'm going to…”

  “Yeah, Key.” His raspy voice washes over me as my body surges with release. I moan his name as my rotating hips slow their movements and his grip lets up slightly. “Mine, Key,” he says, and my eyes instantly shoot to his.

  “Yours?” I ask, backing away from him, the glow of my orgasm fading with my annoyance. “That was you…what? Claiming me? Practically pissing on me in front of someone I knew when I was a kid? Jake, I haven't seen him in years. Not since my parents were alive.” He doesn't look like he cares, though. The scowl is still on his face.

  “Was lookin’ at you. Didn't like it,” he grits out, his hand going to his throat to grip at the scar I find myself wanting to lick, but shake it away. He was jealous of the way someone was looking at me? Looking at me?

  “Doesn't matter how he was looking at me. I’m not some…some possession. You don’t get to go all caveman whenever someone looks at me.” I take a step back. “Look, I don’t know what we’re doing here, but—” His finger brushes against my lips, stopping me.

  “No possession,” he says, bringing his lips to mine again. “With me, Key?” He pulls back, anticipating my answer. Being with Jake is all I have wanted for the past two years, and here I am, him calling me his, and I can’t help but feel like I'm something he’s trying to own. Deep down, I know that isn’t Jake, but the feelings from my past won’t let go without a fight. I just need to fight them back.

  “Yes. I'm with you,” I concede. With him is right where I want to be. My past be damned.

  Nineteen

  Jake

  She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, and my cock practically tries to rip out of my jeans and bury itself inside her. I can’t right now. Can’t make this our time. Shit, her fucking parents are outside, and once I get inside this girl, I don’t plan on coming out for days.

  Her eyes drift away from mine, looking around the room. It isn't much. Same as the duplex—bare walls, a twin bed, side table, and small dresser. I'm only in here to sleep and shower. “You need a decorator.” She smiles when her face comes back to mine.

  “Brought you here to help with that,” I admit. Fuck, I need some water. I grab the half empty bottle on the small table next to the bed. The plastic crinkles under my grip and I swallow down the last of it. Tossing the now empty bottle back onto the table, I look over to see Kimi staring at me. With my eyes, I ask her, “What?”

  She remains quiet, but I know that look. She fuckin’ wants me. Eyes hooded, dilated with lust, and that tongue of hers wetting her pink lips almost breaks my resolve. Pounding on the door halts any move I’m about to make.

  “Jake!” Vin yells from the other side of the closed door.

  “Crap,” Kimi whispers, then goes to the door, but I beat her there. Swinging it open with her behind me, I look at the man.

  “Yeah?” His eyes are narrowed on me in question, then his gaze flicks over to Kimi, softening for a moment before coming back to me.

  “Saw you dragging her inside,” he says, crossing his arms, his white tee stretching over his chest. “You good, Kimi? You looked a little pissed.”

  “I'm fine. Jake was just going all caveman on me.” She pushes me aside and walks out the door. “If I'm here to help with interior decorating, I better get to it.” She walks past Vin and me, then back down the hall.

  “You stakin’ claim on my daughter?” Vin asks when she is out of earshot. His hair is pulled back from his face, all his scars on display—a gift from Avil, going back years before we found Ellie. It makes him look even more menacing.

  “Yeah.” He should have known this was happening. Hell, he’s the one who sent me to make sure she was doing okay. He’s quiet for a moment, weighing his options.

  “Bout fuckin’ time,” he grumbles. “If you’d waited any longer, I would have had to kill ya,” he says, then turns and walks away, leaving me silently laughing. Guess I did wait long enough.

  * * *

  The day goes by fast, and with the help of a few women the brothers rounded up, along with Ellie, Buggs, and Kimi, the place is painted. Now, we are all out back while the kids play on the new swing set and the smell of the grill fills the air. I have Kimi wrapped in my arms, beer in my hand, and life couldn't get any fucking better. Sage is telling a story about some chick he met while on a run, but I'm not listening. Instead, I'm debating whether I'm going to bring Kimi back tonight or head out in the morning. I don’t even notice everyone has stopped talking and is looking toward someone rolling up in a big ass truck. Each of the guys have their hands on their gun until the truck parks and the door opens to reveal who’s driving. “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me,” Sage says before he gets up to walk over to the man. It doesn’t dawn on me who it is until I see Vin rounding the truck rolling a wheelchair to the driver’s side.

  “Who is that?” Kimi asks, making me realize we’re the only ones left at the small picnic table.

  “Reek,” I say, lifting her off my lap.

  “What kind of name is Reek?” she whispers as we get closer.

  “Short for Rico,” Vin answers for me.

  “You must be Kimi,” Reek says, extending his hand to shake my woman’s. I try to hold her back, and she scowls up at me.

  “How do you know who I am?” she asks as he grips her small hand in his.

  “Known V my whole life. Met Ellie just a couple years back.”

  “He saved me a couple times. It’s good to see you, Rico.” Ellie’s soft voice comes in, and she bends down to give the man a hug.

  “What brings you this way?” Sage asks as we all start to walk back to sit down, Reek rolling himself in the wheelchair. He can walk, but it’s so damn painful, he opts for the chair.

  “Got bored. Thought since you had a new club I would come check it out,” he says, accepting the beer Vin tosses his way.

  “Reek, good to see you made it,” Rock says as he walks up to joins us. “You make a decision?” he asks, and my eyes shoot up in question.

  “Yeah. Think I might do it. There’s nothing for me in Chicago.”

  “Good shit. Hey!” Rock shouts, raising his beer in salute. “Everyone shut the fuck up. For anyone who doesn’t know, this fucker right here is Reek. He has helped us out time and time again, and is planning to stick around for a while. Welcome him as a brother,” he says, slamming his beer along with everyone else. Reek is going to prospect? Shit, we could use him around here. I mean, he’s always been there for the club, but he will be an amazing asset as part of the club—even with his ass stuck in a chair.

  The conversation continues, and when the food is ready,
everyone fills their plates. Before long, the kids are all gone, along with their mothers and a couple brothers who don’t partake in the wild parties. Vin and Ellie left too, and now comes the time for me to make the decision to either stay or go. Kimi decides for me when she stands from her spot on my lap and pulls me inside and up to my room, bypassing some of the antics already going on in the bar. If Kimi is affected by any of it, she doesn't let on as we walk past where Sage has a woman on top of the bar, not being one bit discrete about what he’s doing between her legs with his hands and mouth. Not something I haven't seen before. Sage is always fucking someone out in the open, or behind closed doors—he doesn't discriminate. “Is it always like this?” she asks when the door to my room shuts behind us. I only give her a nod. “Do you need some water?” She’s already walking out the door before I can even try to tell her I'm good. I want to go after her, but I decide against it. Instead, I shed my clothes and go for the shower. While the women were painting today, I was out in the shop working on something for Kimi. I was hoping to have it done tomorrow, but something else went wrong and now I have to wait a week for a part.

  Couple weeks back, I found a sixty-nine Chevy Camaro. I saw it sitting in someone’s backyard, junked, and all I could see was Kimi cruising down the road in it. So, I had Gin come with me and convinced the owner to sell it. Been working on it every spare second I could since. It looks fuckin’ sweet, and I can’t wait to hand her the keys.

  I scrub soap over my chest as the hot spray takes away the sweat that’s accumulated throughout the day. When I hear the door closing, then Kimi saying my name, my ears perk up like a damn dog. She walks into the small bathroom, and her eyes widen when she sees me through the small glass shower stall. “I…uh, grabbed you some water,” she says as she visibly struggles with herself. Should she join me or leave the room? I make the decision for her and shut the water off, cracking open the glass door then nodding toward the towel on the pedestal sink, silently asking her for it. She hands it over, deliberately keeping her eyes up. Her face has a slight pink tint to it, but she doesn't run back out the door. Even when I step out of the stall before wrapping the towel around my waist. I'm not fully hard, but with the way she keeps looking at me, I will be in no time. “I…um…” Her eyes dart all over the small confines of the room.

  “Key,” I rasp out, trying to calm her. “Look at me.” I'm damn glad she went and got me some water. I'm going to need it. Taking a step closer, lower half now covered, I grip her elbow and pull her into me. Her eyes shoot up to mine.

  “I don’t know why I'm being so…spazzy,” she admits, smiling now. “Your hair is dripping.” Her voice gets lighter as she reaches up and runs her fingers through the damp strands. Easing her hand back, she steps away, looking down at her feet. “Do you…have you…um…do you do what Sage does?” Her question makes me hang my head. Shit, I knew seeing the guys would make her question things. I shake my head in response when she looks up to me again. “Because if you do…that’s fine. I mean, we aren't—”

  “Yeah. We are,” I say, stepping closer to her again, not letting her back away. “Not lying. Been other girls.” She doesn’t like my admission, but nods in understanding. “Not since I came back.” I graze my hand along her slender neck, pushing my thumb under her chin to tip her head back. “Just you. Now on.” I swallow, trying to get more moisture in my dry throat. Fucking wish I could talk to her and tell her how much she means to me. Instead, I show her. With my mouth, tongue, lips. I kiss her softly, making sure to take my time and tug on her bottom lip when I'm done. She wants to say more, but I don’t let her. I lift her up in my arms and bring her over to my tiny ass bed. Shedding her jeans and shirt, I realize I’ve lost my towel when her eyes widen at the sight of my nakedness. My dick is standing at full attention now, straining to get inside, the tip weeping for her. Her sharp intake of breath and the way she licks her bottom lip is damn near enough to make me lose my shit. “Off,” I instruct, tipping my head to the bra and panties still on her beautiful body. Taking hold of my straining cock, I give it a squeeze, then stroke it from root to tip, watching as she obeys. Her pert nipples pebble at my gaze, and when I continue my perusal, I find her glistening for me. Biting back a groan, I stop my stroking, then go to my jeans laying in a heap on the floor. I rummage around for what I need, then go back to the bed. “Fucking you, Key,” I tell her before climbing over top of her.

  “Yes. Please, Jake,” she whispers as the tip of my dick slides along her soaked sex. She moans at the contact, but I pull away, trying to keep my concentration. Tearing the foil packet I grabbed from my jeans, I roll it over my length, then position myself above her once again.

  “Good?” I ask, but I already know the answer. Shifting under me, she brings my cock to her entrance. Her hips push forward, and the tip slips inside. “Fuck,” I groan as she keeps pushing until she can’t lift any further. I move, sliding in, then pulling back, stretching her.

  “Yes. Don’t stop.” Her voice is breathy, and keeps me going until I'm buried to the hilt. Her heat finally wrapped around me, I want nothing more than to stay buried balls deep in this woman for days. She squirms beneath me, wanting me to move, so I do. Looking down at where we are joined, I watch my cock drive into her, and bring my hand down to her clit, stroking the nub with my thumb. I latch my mouth around her taut nipple, ripping a long moan from deep in her throat. The inner walls of her slick pussy clamp down on me, and I pick up my pace, feeling how close she is. Slamming my mouth down onto hers, I swallow her cries of pleasure, and it gets me right there with her, ready to go over that edge.

  “Fuckin’ love you, Key.” The graveled words leave my mouth before I realize I was thinking them, and she comes on a shout. Arching her back up into me further, gasping for air, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I let my release go, wishing I was shooting inside her without a fucking barrier.

  Tomorrow, we need to talk about where this is going to go, but tonight, I just want to hold her close and sleep with her pressed against me.

  Twenty

  Kimi

  Something hard presses along my body when I start to pull from sleep. A large arm is draped over me, holding me tight, while the hand attached to it strokes my hard nipple. “Mornin’.” Jake’s whispered voice washes over me causing heat between my legs to bloom. His hand leaves my breast and starts trailing down my stomach until it reaches the juncture of my thighs. His fingers graze along my sensitive flesh as he hooks one of my legs with his, pulling it over his own, spreading me for better access. The caress of his hand runs along my naked body with one destination in mind, two of his fingers sink easily inside me as his thumb strokes at my clit, causing my hips to rock along with him. It feels so good, but I want more—more of what happened last night. His hand disappears for a brief second before it’s replaced with the head of his shaft. I let out a long moan as he fills me in one fluid stroke.

  “Yes. Harder, please. Fuck me, Jake.” I don’t know where these words are coming from, or if I'm even the one saying them, but he listens. Picking up his pace, he thrusts into me with fervor. As he increases his tempo, we move until I'm up on my hands and knees. His hands grip my hips hard as he ravages me, harder and harder, until I clench around him. Wrapping an arm around my chest, he pulls me flush to him as his other hand reaches for my clit, setting me off. His pace continues, riding out my orgasm as he holds me tight. Moments later, after I’m spent, he eases my shoulders to the bed, then pulls out. His mouth is hot on the back of my neck as he bites down while releasing onto my back. Letting up, he sucks lightly, then pulls away, rolling us to the side. His sticky release is between us, melding us together, as we start to drift off again.

  When I wake, Jake brings us to the shower, then drops to his knees to make me come two more times before declaring we need to go downstairs and eat.

  Before we walk out of the room, a large pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room catches my attention. After we eat and he tells me he needs head to
the shop for a bit, I go on a mission, gathering the clothes and heading to the laundry room.

  Walking down the hallway, I run into the guy who showed up yesterday. The one in the wheelchair. Like, literally run into him. With a hard smack to my knees, my legs give out from under me, my basket of dirty clothes goes tumbling to the floor, and I land right on his lap.

  “Crap, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?” I ask as I jump off his lap, then look him over, trying to assess the possibility of leaving visible damage to the man. He lets out a chuckle at my wide, concerned eyes.

  “I'm good, girl. Can’t hurt me no more than I already am.” He shifts in his chair, grimacing, but I let it go. I know these men and how they try to act like the pain doesn't affect them. Like Jake when he tries to talk.

  “Rico, right?” I ask as I bend down to grab the clothes from the hallway floor.

  “You’re Jake’s old lady, right?”

  “Old lady?”

  “Yeah. His woman,” he clarifies. Old lady. Is that what I am? Since the moment I laid eyes on Jake, I wanted to be with him, but the label gives me pause. It suddenly seems to be such a big deal. He was a new member when I met him, but now he’s the Vice President. The thought makes me nervous. Anxious.

  “Ah. No. Or…yes. We are together, but I'm not his old lady,” I stutter, propping the now full again basket on my hip. “I need to get these in,” I tell him, excusing myself and rushing toward the laundry room. I shut the door behind me and take in a deep breath to calm myself before I start going about my task while probably over thinking the whole situation.

  Jake basically claimed me in front of the members and the two people who are the closest thing I have to parents. Then he said I was his and made love to me. Twice. Why am I panicking? This is something I have wanted for years, isn't it? For him to come back and be with me? Yes, it is. So why is it making me so uncomfortable? “Argh. What is wrong with me?”

 

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