Protecting Mine (Unforgiven Riders Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  I keep my eyes on him and reach down between us, gripping his dick in my hand. I pump a few times, then line him up, ready to slide down and ride him.

  “You want me?” I prompt.

  “Fuck yeah, I do. Do you even need to ask, babe?”

  “Just checking you still want me”? I rise up and slowly slide down, taking him inside me, inch by inch.

  “Always, babe.” I lightly slap his shoulder, and he chuckles.

  “That’s Ace’s line.”

  “Just fucking ride me, baby,” Dyson demands. I settle on his length, both of us moaning when he bottoms out. Fuck, that feels fucking amazing. I start to rock back and forth, taking things slow, not letting him come yet. I want to drive him fucking crazy with desire before I let him blow.

  “Sam, get up here.” His voice is deep, sending shivers through my body. I also love the fact that through all of this, he’s called her by her name and never once used a term of endearment. I keep my eyes on my man, watching as he arches his neck when I tighten my inner muscles.

  Sam sidles up to us, leaning in to kiss me first. I like that as well. I slow my hips, watching as this woman straddles my man’s face. I bite my lip—for what, I don’t know. So many emotions are running through my head again. Dyson must sense my thoughts because he slaps my thighs, making me jerk forward, which, in turn, makes us moan.

  “You stopped. Don’t,” he mutters, before he reaches up and grips Sam’s hips, pulling her pussy to his face. I start to move again, trying to keep my pace in time with Sam riding Wesley’s face. I want the three of us to come together, and I get my wish.

  Dyson lets Sam’s hips go and slaps my arse, sending a jolt through my body.

  “Oh fuck, again,” I cry out. I lean forward, resting one hand on Dyson’s chest, and I use the other hand to slap Sam’s arse; hard.

  “Fuck, Jamie,” she moans.

  “Get there,” comes Dyson’s muffle voice.

  He slaps me again, so I slap Sam. Dyson’s cock stiffens inside me, and I know he’s coming. I amp up my pace, chasing my climax. Sam screams out her orgasm as mine hits.

  “Yes,” I cry out, my entire body locking up. The blissful feeling rushes through my body. I fall forward, shuddering with climatic effect. Sam falls to the side, so her head is down by my hips, her legs curled by the pillow. My head is resting on Wesley’s, our hearts beating in time with each other’s. My head rises up and down with each breath he takes.

  “Fuck, that was good. Crazy fucking good,” Sam says from our side.

  I don’t know how long we stay laying there, enjoying the post-climax-bliss. The bed shifts, and I slowly turn my head to face Sam, but she isn’t there. I turn more, to see her standing at the bottom of the bed, sliding her bra back on.

  She offers me a smile and keeps getting dressed. I bring my gaze back to Wesley, and he smiles a sleepy smile at me. We tuckered him out. I kiss his chest, before resting my cheek there, and wait for Sam to finish getting dressed.

  She slowly climbs onto the bed. I can tell she’s a tad sore from Wesley taking her so hard when she winces. She leans in and kisses Wesley, and then me.

  “You are fucking amazing. Sexy as fuck, I have to add. This has been epic. Thank you for letting me be a part of it.” She smiles and climbs off the bed, picking her bag up off the table in the corner, before walking over to the door. She turns back and smiles at us.

  “See you two around.” She throws us a wink, opening the door, and then closing it behind her.

  I snuggle closer into Wesley’s chest, and he tightens his arms around me. He kisses the top of my head, rolling us so that we’re on our sides, facing each other. We just lay and gaze at each other, taking in the moment. Letting what just happened process in our heads.

  Leaning in, he kisses the tip of my nose—not the typical character for Wesley. I wrinkle my nose, and he softly laughs at me.

  “You doing okay, baby?” he asks, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. Who the hell is this Wesley Taylor? I’m not going to knock it though. Like I said, I am still a woman; I like soft from time to time.

  “I’m good, handsome. Just tired.” I snuggle closer, resting my head on his bicep. Seeing the feather tattoo out of the corner of my eye, I tilt my head and kiss the skin, then settle back in place.

  “I like knowing I tired you out—well, we did.” I can hear the amusement in his voice.

  I poke his ribs and reply,

  “One-time deal, handsome.”

  “I know. But fuck, that was hot watching you fucking her like you did. I have never seen girls do that—except for in a porno.”

  I yawn and answer him.

  “It was hot. I’ve never done it before, but I have to say, I really like cock more.” I giggle into his body. I yawn again, and it’s Wesley’s time to chuckle.

  “Sleep, baby.” I drift off at his words. The night completely exhausted me.

  Dyson

  I down the last of my beer, turning to look over my shoulder at EC, who is looking like someone kicked his puppy. I shake my head and move away from the bar, heading over to my brother.

  “What’s got you looking so glum, chum.” I chuckle to myself, sitting next to him on the sofa. He looks at me, the frown taking over his face. He turns away without answering me.

  I nudge his shoulder, trying to get him to talk to me. But he doesn’t budge for a few minutes. I lean back, making myself comfy, resting my ankle on my knee and pulling my phone out, proving I’m not going anywhere.

  He sighs and settles back into the sofa, turning his head to look at me. I am stunned by the look on his face. He genuinely looks like he’s upset over something. This is not our usual EC. He’s usually cracking jokes and making fun of people.

  “Levi said he doesn't want us to be together until we talk to Click.”

  “Okay, so talk to Click. Tell her how you feel. Then you get to have all the cock and pussy you want, brother,” I state.

  “It’s not that simple, man. I know she wants me, and I know she likes Levi. I mean, she asked him out on a date. But being with the both of us at the same time…” he shakes his head, before continuing, “I just don’t think she’s ready for that. She’s still a fucking virgin, for fucks sake.”

  “Really? As hot as she is?” I jest.

  “Fuck off. It’s fucking hot that she’s saving herself. I just hope it’s me or Levi who takes it.” I nod at him. I know he cares a lot about both of them, and I have told him he needs to step up.

  “It is hot, brother. She’s a beautiful girl, and as I told you both, you need to sit her down and talk. She may surprise you.”

  “Since fucking when did we grow vaginas?” he jokes back, finally smiling.

  “Fuck knows, man. These women have a spell on us. Plus, I have the perfect fucking pussy waiting for me. I had better head out and see my girl.”

  “So, this is serious between you and Jamie?” I smile at him and answer.

  “Yeah, brother. Dead fucking serious. I am never giving her, or her pussy, up.” I wink at him and climb to my feet. He laughs with me and also stands. He steps up in front of me, and his face gets serious again.

  “Thanks for listening, brother. Most would be a dick to me—well, except maybe Ace. I guess I need to talk to Levi and Mae. Fuck, I’m not good with this shit.” He scrubs his hands over his face, before running his hand through his hair.

  “Straight up, man. Be straight up. I gotta jet. Catch you later.” I walk out to my bike, sending a quick text to Jamie.

  Me: On my way. Be wet and ready for me, baby ;)

  I climb on my bike and start her up, before pulling out and heading towards The Silver Bowl and my girl. The ride is always too short, but I love it all the same. Since I was a toddler, I was always trying to climb on the brothers’ bikes. When I was five, I was finally allowed to go on a short ride with my dad. I sat in front of him, holding on for dear life, but I fucking loved it.

  I was bought my first bike when I was fourteen. Both
me and Ace got our bikes the same day, and what a day it was. We were little shits on our bikes, always getting in the way, thinking we were badarse. We often would do wheel spins, kicking up the gravel, dinging the boys’ bikes. Now, that would earn us a slap to the back of the head.

  I park my bike around the back of the pub. It isn’t open yet, so I told Jamie I would come in the back way and to leave the door unlocked for me. I shut the engine down and climb off, hanging my helmet on the handle bars. I walk towards the door and see that it’s open. I smirk to myself, knowing my girl is inside, wet and waiting for me.

  I push the door open and make my way through the bar. That's when my heart stills in my chest. The bar is trashed; glass all over the bar and floor, chairs knocked over. My legs react before my brain kicks in, and I’m running for the stairs and up to her office.

  “JAMIE,” I bellow, making my way down the hall. I push open her door, my gun drawn, ready to kill any motherfucker I find in the room. I scan the room but see no one.

  A whimper catches my attention, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, so I rush forward and bust into her office, where I know she’s waiting for me.

  I look around the room, seeing her things from her desk scattered across the floor.

  “Baby?” I call frantically. “Jamie?” I call again.

  “Wes,” comes a tiny sound. I’m not sure I heard it through the blood pumping through my ears. “Wesley,” comes my name, stronger this time but still quiet. I move over to where I think the voice is coming from, and my heart stills in my chest.

  There, in the corner of her office, is my girl. My old lady, battered and beaten. Her face is swollen and covered in blood. She looks like she belongs in a horror film. Her eyes stay connected with mine, and I move forward, slowly, like a fucking sloth.

  “Oh fuck, babe.” Emotions clog my throat. I swallow a few times, trying to push it down before I speak again, but I fail. I fall to my knees at her feet. She flinches but keeps looking at me. Her eyes are wide with fear and filled with tears.

  “Baby, I need to look at you. I need to see how badly you’re hurt.” She shakes her head at me, telling me not to touch her. “Please?” I inch towards to her, reaching out to brush the hair from her face. She lets me, and I sigh in relief.

  I can see her face clearly now. Her lip is split in two places. There’s a cut across her eyebrow, and her cheekbone is swollen and red. Her eye is already turning black, and blood cakes the side of her head. I can see bruises on her arms, her neck.

  “Who did this?” I whisper. I keep my voice soft but firm. She’s had enough. I don't need to add to that.

  “TDC,” is all she says. Those motherfucking cunts. They will die for this.

  Keeping myself within reach of my girl, I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial my father.

  “Son?”

  “I need you at the pub.” I can't keep the emotion out of my voice.

  “What the fuck has happened?” Before I can answer, my father yells for the boys to follow him. I bring my gaze back to Jamie, and she looks scared again. I reach out and touch her ankle, thanking the fucking Gods that she doesn’t flinch from me.

  “Jamie has been attacked. I will tell you everything when you get here.”

  “On our way, son.” He hangs up before I can answer.

  “I need the club in on this, baby. Sully will come with them to check you over.” Her head goes into overdrive, shaking back and forth. The fear is back again.

  “Yeah, baby. He needs to look at your injuries.”

  “Okay,” she whispers. Her voice sounds so broken.

  Her cries fill the room again, and I can no longer stay away. I need to hold her. I know she doesn’t fear me. I move quick, but not fast enough to scare her. I lift her into my lap, and she gasps in pain, but I soothe her.

  We sit in silence for a few beats, her leaning on my chest, me smoothing my hand up and down her back. How did they get in? She wouldn’t have let them—

  Oh fuck. My stomach bottoms out when I work out how they got in. I fucked up. I caused this to happen. Jamie left the door unlocked for me. Guilt builds in my stomach, and I force the rising bile down. For now.

  “I’m here, baby. I am so fucking sorry. I fucked up.” I bury my face in her neck, closing my eyes so I don't see the red marks on her skin.

  “How did you fuck up? You didn’t do this.” Her voice is broken with emotion. I take a deep breath, but instead of inhaling in my girl’s natural scent, I breathe in sweat and the cheap scent of a man. I pull back, trying not to let the rage take over. “Wesley?”

  “I would never hurt you,” I state, reaching up and moving her hair from her face again. She nods, still not smiling at me, her frown present.

  “I know that.” With a very unsteady hand, she cups my jaw. “You love me.”

  I suck in a breath and look at her with wide eyes. She thinks I love her. Do I? Panic doesn’t come. My heart beats for her. Holy fucking shit, I love her.

  Me, Wesley Taylor, loves Jamie London.

  About fucking time. The words bounce around my head. I lean in and kiss her bloodied lips, so softly I’m not sure she felt it, until I pull my head back and see her eyes are closed. She doesn’t look scared. Her fists are still clenched around my t-shirt. We hear the rumble of the bikes, and her body tenses up. I soothe her and wait for the boys to enter the room.

  One thing I love about my brothers from the Unforgiven Riders is their compassion. My father, Suede, comes into the room first, slowly followed by Sully. I see Ace, Batch and Court behind them, but they keep their distance at the door.

  “Oh, Jamie, sweetheart. Can Sully look at you?” Dad asks with a soft voice. The voice I know he reserves for the girls he cares about. She looks up at him from under her lashes and shakes her head.

  “Baby, he can check you here quickly, but you need to go to the hospital. They could have caused some serious damage,” Suede mutters under his breath, stepping away, so not to upset Jamie more.

  I hear a thud, and my head snaps towards the door. I see Court pulling his hand from inside the wall.

  “Why can’t they beat on someone their own size? Motherfuckers,” Court growls out.

  “You are fixing that, fucker,” I yell at him, making my girl jump. “Shit, sorry, baby.” I pull her tighter to me.

  “Jamie, how many were there?” Suede asks, coming to rest on his knees by us. Jamie looks at him, and again, she doesn't show any fear towards my father.

  “Three. Wesley knows them. I think I got a few hits in too, I couldn’t go down without a fight this time.” I nod in agreement. Her voice is soft and broken.

  “Okay, honey, proud of you. You know the club will handle them and they won’t ever bother you again? You need to stay at the clubhouse until this is sorted. Damn proud of you for fighting, sweetheart.” Jamie nods. “Good girl. Now, we need to get you to the hospital to get—”

  “No! No hospital. Sully can take care of my injuries at the clubhouse and give me whatever medication I’ll need. I have no major injuries, believe me. A few cuts and bruises—nothing I’m not used to from them.” My chest aches with pain for her. Suede’s gaze meets mine, and a look passes between us. My father is telling me he knows I have a good one here. She’s stronger than most women. His slight nod confirms everything.

  “She’s yours, son. In the eyes of the club.” A bunch of ‘ayes’ echo into the room. Emotion bubbles up again, knowing these men, my brothers, have not only my back but my old lady’s too.

  With Jamie not wanting to go to the hospital or report the beating, she’s giving me—us, the club—a chance to deal with the three fucknuts in the only way you deal with wankers like that.

  You put them to ground.

  “Jamie, can you stand? Or do you need your old man to carry you?” Sully pipes up. He has stayed quiet, and if I was to guess, I would say he was assessing her injuries without her knowing.

  “I can walk—I think.” Sully offers his hand to h
elp her up. To my surprise, she takes it, and he gently pulls her to her feet. She shakes a little, and Sully rests his hands on her shoulders, stabilising her. She flinches from his touch, but I think it’s out of pain, by the look on her face.

  “Shit, sorry, sweetheart,” he mutters, thinking it’s because of the touching thing.

  She shakes her head at him and explains.

  “They kicked my arms and shoulders—I protected my head. I’m a little sore.”

  He nods and steps back. I stand and gingerly wrap my arm around her waist. Suede clears his throat, my gaze meeting his before his drops to my girl’s chest. I follow his line of sight and see that Jamie’s top is ripped wide open, showing her breasts and the injuries and marks they left behind.

  “Shit,” I mutter, looking around the room.

  “Here.” I turn to see Maze. When did he turn up? I push the question away and look down at his hand. He hands me a grey club t-shirt. I frown at the material, like it’s about to jump me.

  “It’s out of your saddle bag, dickhead. Take it.” I sigh and take it from him, carefully placing it over Jamie’s head. I kiss her temple, before leading her out of the pub.

  I will get her settled at the clubhouse, and then I am out for blood.

  It’s hunting time.

  Jamie

  Dyson helps me into the back of the large black Land Rover. The way he’s handling me is making me fall in love with him more. I really thought he would go batshit crazy and turn into King Kong and go bash some heads in. Instead, he’s treating me like I might shatter into a million pieces. Soft and gentle.

  Even the boys from the club are being very thoughtful and not coming too close to me, yet offering their support. When we left my office, each of them stood back, careful not to touch me due to my injuries. But in their own way, they offered their support. Ace told me I’m family now, and they look after family no matter what. Court asked me directly where to find the ‘TDC’.