Jaded: (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series), page 15
“Raised by your aunt?” I asked, strumming it some more.
“No,” She stared into the flames. “She took me in a couple times in my teens. Kicked me out regularly though.”
“Parents gone?”
She shook her head. “Not gone. Just… lotsa baggage. Split. Both remarried and re-divorced.” She shrugged. “Long stories.”
“Ah.”
“How about you?” she asked. “Your mom’s great. You close with your dad?”
“No longer in the picture,” I said sourly.
“Oh, I won’t ask,” she replied, giving me a look of sympathy.
“Yeah,” I muttered and then I played Wonderwall by Oasis while she stared into the flames.
“Strum a little?” she scoffed. “I’d say you do more than strum. You’re good.”
“Wanted to play as a kid, so made friends with a neighbor that taught me the basics. Figured out when I was a teenager that I could kinda play by ear. You gonna sing if I play something?” I asked after playing the last note.
She wrinkled her nose.
I launched into Blackbird by The Beatles.
Our eyes met and she shook her head and wagged her finger at me like I’d done something unacceptable. Clearly, she couldn’t resist this song because she joined in to sing the lyrics. And she sounded incredible.
I whistled along, earning me a big smile from her.
And then I started playing Patience by Guns n’ Roses, doing the whistling, and on cue, she jumped in and sang the lyrics.
And I never would’ve thought the song would be that good sung by a female, but she did incredible.
“Wow, baby,” I gaped at her after it was over.
She yawned in response, covering her mouth.
“Wanna go to bed?” I asked.
She nodded, patting her mouth, then said, “Think so.”
“Go ahead, I’ll take care of the fire.”
“Goodnight,” she said.
“Here.” I tapped my mouth with my index finger. Her head tilted to the side and her brows knitted together.
“Kiss me, hostage,” I ordered.
A slow smile spread across her face before she leaned over and touched her mouth to mine.
I deepened the kiss, fingertips grazing her jaw. “You sang that beautiful, baby. I’ll be in, in a minute.”
She looked surprised.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Nothin’.”
“That cool with you? That I join you in bed? Here,” I passed the guitar.
“Sure,” she replied, taking it from me.
“Thank you for letting me play it.”
“Any time, Jesse,” she said softly, then carried it inside.
I dumped a bucket of water on the fire and locked up, then joined her in the dark in her bed.
“Hey,” I whispered, touching my lips to her collarbone, then pulling her closer.
“Hey,” she whispered back.
“It’s cool that I’m here?”
“Absolutely.”
I pulled her even closer, then rolled her to her back.
“I want you,” I told her. “That okay?”
“I’m here,” she replied, voice husky.
7
Thursday morning, I was woken by Gigi running her tongue along my cock. And if not, I’d have woken with a start because the curtains were closed.
I grabbed the length of her hair and wound it around my fist twice, letting out a groan.
“Good morning,” I rumbled.
“Mm, hi,” she greeted and then gave it another long lick.
After a few minutes of letting her work it, I didn’t want to wait any longer, so let go of her hair and as I grasped her hips, flipping her around so I could spear her sweet pussy with my tongue, so I could suck her clit until she came on my face. I demanded, “Gimme that pussy.”
She came quickly, and it was fucking hot to watch; I had to fight to hold back from spilling my load so I could get on the last condom. Once it was on, I fucked her from behind, holding onto that sweet ass, whispering into her ear.
“Might be the sweetest ass I’ve laid eyes on.” And then I slapped it, feeling her shudder and tighten around me as the scent of her hair filled my lungs.
After we came, I passed out cold.
Sometime later, my eyes opened, and I stared into gorgeous blue eyes that were on me, a look in them I couldn’t decipher before she jolted back, looking away. Looking embarrassed.
“Join me in the shower?” I invited.
“Sure,” she said, not looking at me, heading for the door.
I snickered. She’d been watching me sleep, looking a little lovesick. Busted.
I opened the drapes. Sun was out today.
I called her out on it in the shower, whispering into her ear that I thought it was sweet she was crushin’ on me while I slept. This got her acting bashful, shy, which was very fucking cute. After I got dressed in the room with the bunks, I wandered into her room to find her pulling jeans on.
“Wanna go hunt down a breakfast joint?”
Her expression dropped as she zipped up.
“Bad idea,” I amended.
“Know you hate bein’ blindfolded, but need more condoms,” I added, stepping forward and pulling her close.
She nuzzled in, nose grazing the compass tatt on the side of my neck. “How about you just run to the store?” she suggested.
“Not leavin’ you alone.”
“Oh.” She deflated and tried to back up.
I held onto her. “I can’t protect you if I’m not in the same space as you. This isn’t a trust thing.”
“You said it’s safe here.” She stared at our feet.
“Part of why that is, is I’m shadowing you to make sure of it.” I ran my hand up and down her spine.
“So how about we go get condoms? It’ll be a covert mission?” She peered up at me and smiled, then added, “But we come back here for breakfast? You make me some of those cheesy salsa scrambled eggs? You left the salsa and cheese off when you were mad at me.”
“I didn’t punish you by withholding cheese and salsa.”
“Felt like a punishment.”
I snickered. “So, a covert mission, huh?”
“Yeah. Too bad we don’t have fedoras and trench coats.”
I played with a lock of her hair. “I know you don’t like bein’ blindfolded. It’s for your protection.”
She stared into space, chewing her lip.
“If they catch you, which they fuckin’ won’t, but say they did – if you don’t know where this place is, they can’t make you talk about it.”
Her pretty blue eyes bounced to meet mine and held a look of understanding. And fear. “Doesn’t mean they wouldn’t try to make me talk.”
“They’re not gonna touch you,” I assured.
She bit her lip.
“I mean that,” I promised. “Deke tasked me with not just watching you, but also with keeping you safe. I’m gonna do that.”
She snuggled into me again. “Sucks that he had to even wonder if I’m bein’ truthful.”
“I get that.”
“Me getting painted by the Kailey brush again,” she muttered.
“Happen a lot?”
“Yup.”
We were quiet a minute; I guessed she was reflecting on shit that bugged her.
“You’re on the pill, yeah? Saw ‘em when I emptied your bag that first day.”
Her face was still buried in my throat, but I felt her nod.
“I don’t fuck ungloved. You?” I asked.
“No.”
“Sometimes? Never? Occasionally?”
“Never, if I can help it.”
“If you can help it?”
“Pretty much never. Not in a long time.”
I stared at her. She didn’t elaborate, so I let it go and spelled it out.
“So, if I were to fuck you without a condom, you wouldn’t get pregnant. And I don’t fuck without one either, so neither of us has anything the other could catch.”
“I can’t break my condom rule, Jesse, sorry,” She looked away, “but… I’ll let you blindfold me so we can go get some.” She kissed my shoulder but still didn’t make eye contact. “I can deal if it’s a short drive and you talk me through it again.” She rushed off and when I heard the bathroom door close, I felt a niggle of irritation.
Maybe because I wanted to fuck her without a condom. Which was foreign considering I hadn’t fucked anybody ungloved since Chelsea.
This girl just told me she never fucks without them, and I immediately suggest she fuck me without one? Talk about laying cards on the table with her. I found myself both surprised and irritated with myself. Not just laying that out there and getting shut down, but also for even having the thought in the first place.
“You want more of my cock that much, huh?” I called out a minute later, needing some levity with where my thoughts were heading. I lay back on the bed and lifted a magazine from the bedside table. It was a chick magazine. I leafed through the stack, and they were all chick magazines.
She came back, smiling, and I was eyeballing the obvious hickey I’d put on her neck last night. What am I? Sixteen? Fuck sakes.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered with an eyebrow wiggle. “After experiencing it, I know the blindfold will make it worth it. I mean, you found my g-spot and my previously non-existent gag reflex in the same day.”
“Come here,” I ordered.
She crawled back into the bed from the bottom, slowly, seductively, but then teased, “No point starting something we can’t finish until after we get more-”
“Not that, just this,” I said, grabbing her by the armpits, hauling her the rest of the way up, then I hooked the back of her neck to pull her mouth to mine, turning her to her back as I kissed her.
It went on for a long time before she pulled away.
“We gonna go or what?” she asked, scooting away from me.
“Or what?” I returned, leaned over, and scooped her back with my arm around her waist. I started tickling her.
She cackled with glee, trying to get away.
I pinned her arms over her head and stared into her eyes.
She sucked on her lip.
Our eyes got locked for a long minute, before her eyes changed, panic rising in them.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Can’t let things get too far or you might get all salty about not havin’ a condom.”
“I’m cool with makin’ out for now.” I ran my nose up her jawline and felt her body relax. She put her tongue to my earlobe, rolling to her side.
“Oy. Get away from my ear with that little tongue until we get more condoms, woman.” I swatted her sweet ass and then tagged her hand to pull her out of the bedroom with me.
“See! Salty.”
I laughed. “Makin’ out is one thing, messing with my ear is another.”
“Oh? The earlobe is a magical spot, is it?” she asked like it was the most interesting tidbit of information she’d heard.
“Mainline to my dick, baby. But actually, one of many,” I rasped against her throat, pinning her against the wall beside the door.
“I’ll be filing that one away,” she vowed and then she suckled my lobe and earned herself another swat on the ass, which made her giggle.
***
Once we were in the truck I wrapped a bandana I’d found in the closet of the bunk room around her eyes. She pulled on her sunglasses and a borrowed Harley Davidson ball cap she’d found hanging on a hook by the front door and it made the blindfold less obvious.
“You want more quizzin’ to distract you?”
“Off our covert mission you mean?”
“Yeah,” I returned with a grin. “That.”
“How about I quiz you?” she offered an alternative.
“Shoot,” I invited.
“How old are you?”
I turned the truck on and answered while backing out onto the road. “Twenty-eight. You?”
“It’s rude to ask a lady her age,” she volleyed.
“There’s that double standard,” I muttered. “You younger than me or older than me?” I returned.
“Younger. You think I look older?” she asked, startled.
I pulled breath in through my teeth and waited a beat, before warning, “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”
She gasped in horror.
I laughed.
“Mean!” she accused.
“Twenty-five?” I tried.
“Nice save,” she advised with a big smile. “Twenty-seven. When’s your birthday?”
“February. Yours?”
“Same. Mine’s February 29,” she informed, “meaning I’m technically, way, way younger than you.”
I whistled low. “Then technically I could get in trouble for what we did back there at the cabin.”
“Ha,” she laughed. “Guess we can’t do it anymore.”
I scoffed. “As if.”
“Good thing you’re a biker. Bikers don’t like rules. When’s your birthday?”
“Mine’s the day a lotta people get chocolate for half price.”
“The day after Valentine’s Day?”
“Bingo.”
“Aw, a cupid baby. That’s adorable.”
“Next time you see my ma, don’t let her show you the baby album.”
“There a cupid pic in there?”
I touched my index finger to her nose.
“Aw!” she exclaimed.
I snickered. “Born two minutes after midnight so just missed it.”
“Next question…” she continued, “favorite book?”
“Can’t answer. Too many to list.”
“Favorite authors?”
“Again, too many to list. But top of the heap’d be Steinbeck, King, Ludlum. Koontz, Grisham, Crichton, Cornwell, Lovecraft-”
“I take it you like to read.”
“I like to read,” I confirmed. “You?”
“Not particularly. Not since I was a kid. Though I read about half a dozen magazines in Jojo’s room. Some of them had chicken soup for the soul type stories. Got me all up in my feelings. Maybe I’ll read that book you’ve had your nose in when you’re done.”
“Got a couple paperbacks with me. And there’s another shelf full of ‘em in the basement if you wanna browse. Some chick ones there, too, probably Jojo’s.”
She fidgeted and blew out a stuttered breath so I knew she needed to keep talkin’ so she wouldn’t get too in her own head about the blindfold.
“Next question, hostage. Shoot…”
“Uh… favorite TV show?”
“Not a big fan of TV. You?”
“Love TV.”
“What do you like to watch?”
“Anything, really. Reality TV. Home improvement shows. Action movies, like explosions and fast cars, and wicked stunts. Game shows. Serial killer documentaries. But my favorite? SOA, of course.” She grinned.
“Of course,” I said. “Jax girl or an Opie girl?”
“You watch? I thought real bikers didn’t watch it.”
“Nah, but I don’t live under a rock.” I’d heard a debate recently in the clubhouse among the girls about whether they favored one character over the other. I’d heard that same debate at the bar as well as Ma’s titty bar back while the show was still airing.
“Hm. Opie. Jax just breaks my heart. He is pretty gorgeous though. Opie was… he was awesome. Devoted.. Aw, now I’m sad.”
“Sad? Why?”
“Because of Opie.”
“Like I said, don’t watch it. Obviously he’s dead.”
She clasped her chest. “I’m not confirming nor denying. No spoilers.” She shook her head with conviction.
“Not gonna watch anyway.” I squeezed her hand. “Sorry for your broken heart over a fictional character, babe.”
“You’re a reader; you must get attached to fictional characters too, no?”
“Not really.”
“Not that I’m saying what happened, but whatever did happen - I bawled so hard. I was blue for days.”
“My condolences,” I said, then laughed, patting the top of her head.
She swatted my hand. “Go away.”
“Can’t go away, gotta drive the truck since you’re blindfolded.” I chuckled and chucked her chin.
“New topic. How and when did you end up in the Doms?”
“Did time for assault,” I said.
“Oh,” she said softly.
I continued, “Two years. The guy almost died, it was almost attempted murder, but believe me, he deserved it. Put his hands on his niece.”
“His niece?”
“She was my girlfriend. And it wasn’t the first time he put his hands on her.”
“Oh shit. That’s awful.”
“And I had a good lawyer, friend of Ma’s, and no priors, and reason, so I got two years. Though he only got a year, which makes no fuckin’ sense. I met Brady’s pop inside. That was part of what led me to the brotherhood. In a roundabout way.”
“Oh?”
“You heard that story obviously.”
She shook her head. “Obviously?”
“You’re tight with Brady?”
“Not particularly. I mean, he’s nice to me, we’ve hung out, but… no, not real tight with anyone in your club these days.”
“Not any of the other hang-around girls even?”
“The club girls don’t exactly bond, really. Not with me at least.” She shrugged.
“Well, not my story to tell, but Torque’ll be out in a couple months. Been in for nearly ten years. He’s one of the original members of the brotherhood, traded tattoos for smokes with me and I was on the wait list, but he let me jump the line. We gelled, killin’ time shootin’ the shit, talking about life outside. Pulled strings to get me on work assignment with him in maintenance. He told me about the club and suggested I join. Didn’t commit to it. Told him I’d meet him for a beer when he got out and we’d see. Then coincidentally, when I got out, figured out not long later that Archer knew Deke and Rudy. He introduced me.”
