by Joy Blood
When we came down he seemed to just appear at her side. He introduced himself and didn’t take his eyes off Ari. Jake came down shortly after. Which brings us to now with Ari asking Premo to dance. He obliges and they take off to the floor. When I look up to Jake he is already pulling me along with them to the cleared area. We dance but I don’t lose myself like I did the night before. I keep my eyes open, locked on his as we move together face to face at a slower pace; the beat booming through the speakers. “Didn’t mean you don’t look good, Key.” I hear Jake start to talk. “Sexy as fuck without the shit.” His voice rasps into my ear sending goosebumps through my body.
“Okay,” I tell him, pulling back enough to look at his handsome face. Reaching up, I rake my fingers through his thickening beard, the soft prickles tingling my fingertips. “This is getting long. I like it,” I say with a smile and get one from him in return. “I think it has magical powers.” With a raise of his brows he catches my meaning and smiles before responding.
“Yeah? Won’t trim it then,” he tells me then tugs at the braid hanging down my back. “Long as you don’t cut this.” His smile grows with my laughter.
“Agreed.” Leaning down he kisses me then pulls back.
“When can I get back inside you?” His lust soaked words makes the feeling of need start to pool deep inside me.
“Just a few more days. I ah…” I pause, the uncomfortable topic causing my face to heat. “The doctor told me to wait until my body heals,” I tell him, deciding to be up front.
“K. Just going to repeat…last night.” He gives a grin and pulls me back to his chest. Last night his face stayed buried between my thighs until I passed out from exhaustion. Hence the magical powers in his beard. Unconsciously I squeeze my legs together, remembering the way it felt to have the hair drag along my skin.
“I’m not sure I can handle all night again,” I mumble into his chest. I’m sure he hears me because I can feel his body shaking with laughter.
* * *
When we get back up to the room, I go for the bathroom and wash the makeup off my face, taking a second to look it over before I do. My eyes are lined in charcoal making them stand out, maybe even sparkle a little. My red lipstick is still holding strong but I wipe it away with a washcloth as I do with the eye shadow, slowly revealing myself once again. “Told ya, Key,” Jake says behind me, sliding his large hands up my waist before wrapping me in his strong arms and holding me tight.
“I like to wear it though.”
“Okay.” He concedes giving me a kiss on the cheek then backing up so he can take off his shirt. I watch behind me as he starts unzipping his pants before dropping them to the floor. “Shower?” he questions, going for the zipper on my vest, pulling it down, then dragging it off my shoulders. His hands come back after placing the leather on the vanity and skims up my sides to the hem of my shirt to pull it off in one swift motion. I didn’t wear a bra today so my breasts are there, already open to his gaze, but he doesn’t go for them. Instead, he starts to untie my pants, peeling them from my body, then goes for my black panties. Once he is done stripping me, he turns me to face him, planting kisses over my jaw before sealing his lips over mine.
He hooks me to him and I hear the water flick on before we are drenched in cold. I pull away from his kiss and let out a shriek. “Jake, it’s cold!” With his face buried in my neck, the laugh he lets out tickles me, and I smack his chest. Slowly the water starts to warm up and he lets me drop to the floor, turning my back to him. He shifts behind me, then the smell of my citrus body wash fills the air as he starts soaping up my entire body. His hardness presses into the crack of my behind. I shy away, pulling closer to the wall, but he pulls me back to him, the weight of his cock pushing up along the divide. “Jake, I haven’t…done that. I don’t…”
“Relax. Not my thing,” he says as his hips move, causing his length to slide along the small globes of my backside. “This is fuckin’ hot, though,” he tells me, picking up his pace, letting his hand drift to the juncture of my thighs. I let out a strangled moan as the tips of his fingers find my clit and, in time with his thrusts, he strokes me. I can feel him getting close, the muscles contracting as he pushes himself along my body. His thick cock is wedged between my ass cheeks and when he bends me slightly forward, I let out a strangled moan as the length of him glides along the puckered ring I thought he was going for in the first place. The sensation is new and opens a whole new door of pleasure. I can feel myself quickly approaching the edge. When I do, warmth starts to coat my back as I hear him groan out his own release behind me. He holds me tight, trying to get our breathing under control before he rinses us both off and we get out of the shower.
Back in the room, and now wearing the t-shirt of his I have claimed as my own, I get into bed and watch him pull on a pair of boxer briefs. His dick still hard with need. Crawling in behind me he pulls me close. “I don’t own you, Key,” he whispers into the quiet room. “Never would want to own you.”
“I know. It’s just that…when I was sent to live with my uncle. He…” his grip tightens around me, unspoken understanding coming from the action. “He would rent me out. Like I was a piece of equipment or something. I went to so many different men, but always came back to him. I was his, he told me. I belonged to him like I was an animal. There to pay his debts.”
“I killed him, Key,” he says so softly that I almost don’t hear him. He doesn’t let me turn in his arms when I try, he only holds tight.
“What?” I whisper, already knowing what he said.
“Went to the trailer. Put a bullet in his skull. Burnt the place to the ground,” he clarifies. I don’t know what to do with the information. Wanting him dead isn’t something I thought about. I tried not to think of him after Vin found me.
“Thank you,” is all I can think to say.
“Wish I could do it again,” he rasps out, dragging his lips along my neck. “Love you.”
“I love you too, Jake.”
* * *
In the morning, I’m woke again with Ari pouncing on my bed telling me to wake up. “I have to tell you about my night! Oh my god girl. He was so…” she trails off, getting a wistful look on her face.
“He? Who’s he?” I ask, curiosity piqued.
“Premo.” She says his name like he is a god made from gold.
“You slept with Premo?” I don’t know why I’m surprised, I saw her leave with him shortly before Jake and I came up to the room.
“We didn’t do much sleeping,” she says with a wide grin on her bright face. Rolling my eyes, I wait for her to start spilling, which in great detail, she does. My hands fly to my ears when she mentions how many piercings he had on his dick.
“No! Make it stop! Make it stop!” I shout, taking my hands from my ears to bury my head under my pillow. Her laughing sounds through the barrier, then she is telling me she will stop.
“TMI?” she questions as I give in and come out from under the pillow.
“Ya think?” I ask with a smile and she continues with her story.
“Okay, so after our little pit stop in the laundry room, he took me to the room Rock gave him to stay in for the night. Then more of what happened in the laundry room…” She tells me wiggling her eyebrows up and down. “But then when I left this morning…” She trails off and I think I already know where this is going.
“Ar, he is the president of an MC in Idaho. I hope you weren’t looking for something.”
“Oh no. Of course not. It isn’t that. I knew when I woke up he would be gone. What I didn’t expect, was waking up to Rico staring at me.”
“What? Rico?”
“Yeah. Scared the shit out of me. I mean, I was still naked. He looked pissed as hell, but didn’t say anything. Just rolled out of the room. I threw on my clothes as fast as I could and got the hell out of there.”
“That’s crazy. Was he just trying to wake you up?”
“I don’t know and I wasn’t going to run him down to find
out. He is hot as hell, but too broody for me. That man has some skeletons in his closet that might still be breathing.”
“That just might be true,” I agree, and go to get out of the bed. Tossing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from my new purchases, I slip on my shoes and tell Ari I am in need of food.
We walk down the hall to the common room to find it empty. Thank god for that. “They left already,” Ari says, answering my silent speculation.
“Oh. Well good. It was really crowded,” I say, going to the cupboard to see what cereal they have stocked. Settling on some Raisin Bran Crunch, I find a bowl, grab the milk from the fridge, and take a seat at the closest table.
Ari and I are both engrossed in our cereal when we hear Sage walk in. “Well ain’t you two a sight,” he booms out, planting his butt down right next to Ari. “Heard you bagged yourself a Pres last night.” He laughs giving Ari a soft jab to the ribs.
“Yeah, so? She screwed a VP.” She shrugs laughing at her own joke.
“Ar. Seriously?”
“Oh c’mon.”
“Can’t say fuckin’ Premo is something to be proud of. The man has seen more pussy than Sage,” Rico says, rolling into the room toward the fridge. Ari’s head snaps his way and watches as he pulls out stuff to make a sandwich. He piles it all up onto his lap then rolls over to the table to set it all out. The only thing he is missing is bread. He goes back to the counter and tries to reach for it but since it is up so high he can’t quite get it.
“Need some help there, Reek?” Sage questions, starting to get up out of his seat.
“Fuck off, I got it,” Rico growls out, locking the wheels to his chair in place, then lifts himself up to stand so he can reach the bread.
“What the hell, I thought he was…” Ari whispers, or at least thinks she does.
“Paralyzed? No, Barbie. Everything down below my waist works. Works real fuckin’ good,” he says, sitting back down in his chair, bread in his lap.
“Sorry,” she whispers, this time not loud but I think he still hears it.
We sit in uncomfortable silence while he makes his sandwich then puts everything back, except for the bread, and rolls out the door. “That wasn’t awkward,” Ari mumbles.
“Aw, don’t mind him. He’s just pissy that you fucked Premo last night.” Both Ari and my jaws drop at the same time, eyes wide with shock.
“What!” the both of us say, but Sage is up and out of his seat.
“Sorry ladies but I have got to go. Have a good day.” We both keep yelling at him but he is already out the door.
“Did he just say what I think he did?” she asks.
“I think so. What the hell?”
“I’m, ah…I will be right back.” She gets up, tosses her bowl into the sink, and takes off, leaving me sitting at the table alone.
Thirty-Eight
Jake
“Gin, got a job for ya,” I say, getting the man’s attention. “Good to go on escort run? Sage fucked his back, can’t ride.” Bastard got ran off the road by some dumb shit driver and with the escort run tonight, I need one more guy. That guy is Gin. It’s been about three weeks since Kimi and her friend came to the clubhouse. After I took her back to college I spent the night. When I got back the next day, Gin was home, looking rested and back on track.
“Yeah, VP. I got your back. Who else we got?”
“Brand.”
“Good. What time?” he questions, reaching down to his pocket to grab his cigarettes and lighter.
“Eight. Dress warm, heard its snow tonight.” I walk back inside to get the grease washed off. I hate the fuckin’ winter months. Cold as fuck, but there still ain’t snow, guess that’s something.
After the shower, I go down and grab a bite to eat. I load my plate from the piles of food the women made and walk over to the table. Brand, Gin, and Rico are seated along one side with Wes and Jo on the other. I take my seat by Gin.
Listening to them talk about this and that, I tune them out and eat my food minding my own until Rock comes to the table.
“Got a minute, VP?” It isn’t a question. He’s already walking away before I can respond. I finish the last couple bites and head out of the room towards his office.
“Close the door, Jake.” I do as he says, walking in, I wait for what he is about to say. I don’t get the feeling he asked me up here to see how my day went. “Keep an eye out tonight. Know I already told you that but, something ain’t sittin’ right. You good with this?” I know what he is talking about. Since I woke up this morning, I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I'm the VP. I have a job and no spine-tingling feeling is going to stop me from following through.
There was a small operation in Cental that seemed to sprout up overnight. We still weren’t sure as to where their loyalties were. If they were criminals or criminals. If they got their hands dirty or just appeared to get their hands dirty. The kind that looked squeaky clean on paper but when you crossed them you would wish to fuck you didn’t. So far, the club wasn’t sure. Tonight, we were going to find out.
“Got this. Takin’ Gin and Brand.” He raises his brow at that.
“Gin? You sure? Know he is doing better but…” He trails off.
“Know that. Think he is good.”
“Right. Keep your eyes open. Anything, and I mean fucking anything, you get the fuck out. Not going to risk my VP and two good men for some appliances,” he tells me.
“Got this shit,” I tell him before walking out of the room towards my own. I gather up my winter riding gear, knowing full well we are going to get hit with the fucking snow. Jeans, leathers, sweatshirt, coat, fuckin’ gloves. My cut goes on last.
I send a text off to Kimi telling her I won’t be around tonight to talk when she calls after her study session. That girl is kicking some ass at school. I haven’t seen or heard from her much but I'm proud as fuck of her.
Stepping out of the clubhouse, I'm met by an alert Gin at my bike. Brand joins us just seconds later. “Truck should be swinging through the meet up spot in ten minutes,” I say, swinging my leg over my bike and looking over my brothers. Gin is in his usual gear with his bandana firmly tied over his scalp, a smoke hanging from his lips.
Brand has a face-mask with a skull on the front, pulled over his face to keep him warm. Smart fucker. “Let’s ride,” I say, starting up my bike with the two of them following.
We ride off, heading toward the merging location. We are driving across state lines, our destination about two and a half hours from here. Just as promised, the truck is driving through the spot at exactly eight-thirty. We take point. Gin going to the lead and Brand and I taking up the rear. We settle into the ride, the cold not nipping my ass as much as I thought it would.
Things are going good, no problems but after we cross state lines and the truck drifts off into a gas station, I damn near roll on by. There was no discussion about a pit stop. This makes me uneasy. Brand and I pull over and I look on to see Gin start to slow, but not turn around to come back at us. Instead he stays parked up the road, lights off and watching over what is happening. Same thing I would have done.
The truck is one of those old white delivery trucks. Scuffed up and sticking out like a sore thumb. That should have been my first clue. The next should have been when I turned to look at Brand and he was already off his bike, walking over to the men vacating the truck.
“VP,” Brand shouts out, calling me over to the truck. I pause for a moment, but kick my stand and slowly start walking their way, hand ready to reach for my gun. When I get there, Brand is talking to the driver.
“He says the engine is knocking, and the gauges are going all haywire,” Brand explains, looking over at me. Fucking hell.
“Pop the fuckin’ hood,” I grumble, walking over to the front of the truck, opening the hood the rest of the way when it makes the tell-tale noise of being released. I place the bar up to keep the hood in place and take a look at the engine. There is no smoke and no smell to indicate a
problem. Leaning to the side I make a gesture with my hand telling them to turn the engine over while keeping my eyes under the hood. Then wait, but hear nothing. I look back the way of Brand and the driver to see…not a fuckin’ thing. Next, I hear a bike roaring to life, then another.
My fucking bike.
Rushing back to where my bike was parked I only catch the glow of taillights as they ride away. “Mother fucker!” I grab my gun out and pop a few off, but both of the bastards get the fuck away. Before I can get into the truck to chase them down, red and blue lights are flashing, coming my way at a rapid pace. Mother fucking fuck. I'm going to kill someone, Brand and that driver are on the top of my fucking list.
The sound of the police car comes down on me, then the noise of the cops slamming their doors, drawing their weapons, and yelling at me fills my ears. “Put your hands in the air and get to the ground.” I take a quick glance back to where Gin was parked and see nothing. I grit my teeth at that. He either got the fuck out of there when the 5-0 showed up, or he was in on it. I refuse to believe the latter.
I listen on as the officers’ footsteps draw closer and start to search me further. Then, like some divine intervention, the small building, serving as the gas station, explodes; lighting up the parking lot. The officers hit the ground and take cover, forgetting about me. Gunfire rings out, hitting the supposed broken-down truck. Amid the commotion, a bike comes rumbling up to my side at a rapid pace, the rider yelling at me to get the fuck on. Gladly. Gin only pauses for a moment as I throw my leg over and barely secure myself on the back of his bike, before we speed off at high velocity.
We speed back the way we came, no slowing, until we are back across the state lines and then some. We are going to need to stop for gas soon or we will be a dead stick, free game for whoever set us up. If they are even around that is. The cops showing up so quickly sure as to fuck wasn’t a coincidence. The questions is who, and why the fuck did they try to set us up? And more importantly how the fuck am I going to kill Brand when I get my hands on him? Preferably slow. Nothing worse than a turncoat.