Jaded: (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series), page 24
With the presence of other clubs tonight, some with tight relationships, some just cordial, none of the brotherhood members disclosed that we were working with insiders, only that we had a plan, we wanted allies who were likeminded, and the Jackals’ days were numbered. Just about every MC in a six-state radius was sick and tired of their bullshit. They gave bikers a bad name. Even the bikers that were hard core one percenters didn’t like ‘em. Drugs, guns, prostitution, and gambling were one thing. Human trafficking another thing altogether. Breaking peace treaties for bullshit reasons was a punishable crime to them. More than just us wanted them exterminated. So, we were all looking forward to making moves that would eliminate the Jackals from our lives, our towns, from being thorns in all our cocks.
I’d met Fork not long after the chapter opened, what with all that went down with Bronto getting shot in the ass, with Deacon’s woman Ella getting taken, and I had two or three other occasions to deal with him since then and the guy had seen and been hauled into some shit that’d make most men feel like their souls had not just been stained, but had gone coal black. Fork was a surly fucker and his eyes told anyone who dared look at him head on that he’d been to hell and back. I knew from conversations with Deacon and Rider in the garage that he had no choice but to join it, wanted no part of it.
Their name alone told the tale of what sort of club they were. Opportunistic. Out for themselves. Any man who joined a club like that was making a statement about who he was by wearing that patch. Unless he’d been forced into it like Forker.
I was among the few who knew that like Fork, the biker on the phone with a voice disguiser was a Jackal not because he chose it, but like Fork, his father considered it a legacy and therefore there was no choice. Only a few of us knew that, as obviously it’d be easier to figure out his identity with that information.
A cautionary tale for any lad thinking he wanted to be a biker. The kind of shit I’d heard while I was incarcerated was my warning. Not to mention growing up in the Dakotas meant I crossed paths with and heard tales of bikers good and bad.
While on the inside, it was clear my friendship with Torque and his crew saved me hassles and beef. Torque’s acceptance made me untouchable. But, I knew from minute one it wasn’t enough reason to pledge myself to an MC. Some men found themselves indebted for life to people who protected them on the inside. There was no such expectation from Torque, though he made it clear he thought I’d fit in with his club.
Things might get worse with those Jackals before getting better. Jackals have put word out that they’ve got backing from a cartel and any hassles preventing them from getting up to their usual bullshit would come with a price. Rumor has it they’ve been trying to swell their numbers, align with outlaw clubs who don’t care how dirty their money is as long as they make it. Their M.O. is to threaten those that aren’t enticed with their mantra to get them to cooperate. Jackals go against the creed of most clubs by going after innocents.
These dogs aren’t the only ones putting word out about associations and their plan. We’re also putting word out, making sure both larger and smaller like-minded clubs know that if they’re a decent club, our network will help them if they’re cornered by the Jackals.
Their Ipswich prez Gordino and a couple of their senior patches are about to get arrested in a way some of them will go down for decades. And our association with the Reaper and Reiver clubs have helped us glean intel that every remaining president of a Jackals charter is wanted by not just the cops, not just us, but also wanted by a cartel south of the border. With some connections Rudy and Deke have, a different cartel that’s now apparently in cahoots with the Jackals is about to meet with the cartel that especially wants Gordino’s blood. Those two cartels have worked together before for mutual benefits and a negotiation could escalate things quickly, possibly even end them.
And while all this is happening, while the assholes are out puffing up their chests and spreading word they’ve got firepower behind them, they’ve also been boldly amping up their bullshit. Beyond framing Edge for murder, they’re pulling little heists against their enemies, like taking a delivery truck with four motorcycles slated for the Valentine bike dealership.
The Aberdeen chapter went beyond into the red zone today after drama today at Jenna’s House of Allure. Scott faced a couple Jackals trying to get heavy-handed about drug debts Pippa’s ex had. Spence bought the debts and put Pippa under protection. With all that’s been happening, the intel from Gigi included, traveling solo is a thing of the past for now.
After arrests happen and key players are either taken out or run off in a way we know they won’t be back, Fork will be making a public declaration by wearing a brotherhood patch. He’s anxious to get back to his life. His job. He’s been underground for months. We’re getting airtime on local news during a charity event that’ll bring good press for not only our club in Aberdeen, but also for some of our allies who will show up to lend support, getting themselves lumped in with the ‘good guy’ bikers.
I shook hands, clapped backs, or bumped fists with every man departing Sioux Falls tonight, including Skip, who looked into my eyes with what looked like apology again (whether it was sincere or not remained to be seen). I didn’t like what my gut told me about him, so I’d see how things went.
When the convoy roared off, I was the first to move. I had a mission – seal the deal with my new girl.
She jolted once again when I slipped in. Nervous? And was I correctly reading relief to see me? Did she think I wasn’t comin’ back? Fuck, this girl’d had a number done on her.
The braid was gone from her hair. Good. It was loose and ready for my fingers. She’d taken off the hoodie and the tights and was in a tight, crop tank top and those booty shorts I’d joked with earlier. The light was out, just the bathroom door half open with the light on to make it easier for me to find my way to her. The room smelled like candy floss. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, clenching the comforter.
“Hello,” she greeted softly.
“Sorry it took so long. Lotsa brothers to say goodnight to.”
“That’s all right,” she whispered.
I took my cut off and laid it on the dresser beside the pizza boxes before I lifted the bottle of Jack and uncapped it, taking a long swig, then offering it to her.
She took a big mouthful. It took her a minute to recover from the burn.
“Come here, you,” I called, setting the bottle down.
“Me?” she pointed at herself coyly.
I crooked my finger. She blew out a slow exhale as she erased the few feet between us. I cupped her ass.
“Hop up.”
Her arms wound around my neck and she hopped up. I turned and put her ass on my leather cut on the dresser as I took her mouth.
Our tongues twisted together, and I swallowed a whimper from her as I fumbled through the backpack on the other side of the pizza boxes. I found condoms without breaking the kiss. When I felt the strip, I snapped one off the roll and Frisbee’d it toward the bed, then thought about it and nabbed a second.
“Definitely gonna need at least two.”
“Sounds good to me.” She sucked on my lower lip.
“Mm. Maybe three. Damn, but you’ve got a sexy voice, Gigi. Gonna work to hear my name a lot tonight on this gorgeous mouth.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You ready to seal this deal?”
“I’m so ready, Jesse.”
I pulled the skinny strap of her tank top down and kissed her shoulder. And then I pulled the skin into my mouth and sucked, deciding she was going to be marked in multiple places tonight.
She never complained about the hickeys when I put them on her at the cabin. I’d be putting on more tonight.
I hauled the other strap down and exposed her gorgeous tits. Immediately one was in my mouth, the other being massaged in while I kissed my way back up to her throat, lifted her, swung around, and put her on the bed. Her ankles hooked around my waist as I went for my t-shirt at the back of my neck. After I tossed it, I worked my fly undone, and she released me from the grip of her thighs. I kicked my boots off and worked the rest of my clothes off.
She was leaned back on her elbows on the bed, breasts still exposed, watching me undress. When she reached for the hem of her tank top, I tsk’d.
“Nope. Freeze. I’m the one undressing you.”
The room was dim, but I still saw her lips tilt up and liked the look in her eyes.
“Undressing you is my job when we fuck unless I tell you otherwise. Got me?”
“Absolutely fine by me,” she returned.
Once my clothes were on the floor, I peeled her tank up and off, catching her mouth with mine after the shirt cleared her head. I dropped it and caught the length of her gorgeous hair in my hand and held on while tasting her mouth and nibbling my way back down to her tits. She fell backwards after I let go of her hair, so I kissed, sucked, and nibbled my way down her goosebump-covered torso, fingertips grazing over little scabs on her inner biceps that I knew were put there by her. I saw no Band-Aids on her so knew all her nicks were exposed. I moved back up and kissed those, feeling her breath hitch when I did. I stopped and looked into her eyes for a long beat, grazing them again with my thumb.
She gulped down a swallow and I know she knew my look communicated how much I didn’t like that she put those marks on herself.
Not wanting to add negativity to the moment, only looking to drive the message that I gave a shit, I then worked my way back down until I got past her navel. I inhaled between her legs and smiled before taking my time pulling those booty shorts down.
She was more than ready for me. She was panting. Goosebump-covered. When I spread her wide and dove in, throwing her legs over my shoulders, my girl was drenched. And her thighs were quivering already.
“You wet for me, baby?”
“Mm, yes.”
“You taste good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby.”
I worked the condom onto my cock while I ate her out, wanting nothing to slow me down when I was ready to sink inside. Though I rushed getting the rubber on, I took my time going down on her, lapping at her clit while I rhythmically fingered her. I went alternately fast and slow, mixing things up until she was trembling, on the cusp of coming, which didn’t take long at all. Just before she got there, I slowed again, taking my time, building the anticipation. I took her to the brink twice more and acted like I was about to slow again – catching a whine coming from her sweet mouth at the idea I wasn’t gonna let her get there.
Instead of slowing right down yet again, I sucked hard and relished the feel of her body jolting, the sound of her coming undone, big whimpers in the air, and then, “Jesse” all breathy in that husky tone.
Before she finished panting, I moved up her body and speared her with my aching cock, slamming to the root, still working her clit while I felt her tight, hot body clamp around me with tremors that felt fucking incredible.
Arms thrown over her head, her hair all over the place, she was a gorgeous vision. Quaking, with those eyes pointed at mine, I felt an intimacy with this girl that was new for me. Addictive. These eye locks while fucking were heady. I had the feeling I was heading down a rabbit hole of becoming addicted to the sight of her, the smell of her, the sounds she made. Especially the way she said my name when she came.
I was close to the edge of the cliff, ready to freefall. Her limbs wrapped around me while she whimpered around my tongue, nails digging into my ass cheeks. I drove my hips forward over and over, fucking her hard, grunting, making sure I dragged my piercing over her clit on my way back inside each time before my vision filled with blotches of color and sensation overtook everything.
“You feel so fucking good, Gigi,” I told her, and she grabbed my jaw with both hands as I came, hard, with a loud grunt, fingers buried in soft blonde hair, cock buried in tight, trembling heat, loving the whimpers she gave me while we stared into one another’s eyes.
The room was dim, but there was no denying the connection I was feeling looking into her beautiful, expressive blue eyes.
I blew out a slow exhale and dropped a kiss on her mouth, then inhaled her scent at her throat.
“Mm.” I smiled, talking into her hair. “Fuck you again in ten minutes. This time, with the light on.”
Hearing sniffling, I lifted up on my elbows and looked down at her, my smile dying on my face seeing she looked devastated.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m so, so…” She shuddered out a breath and left me hanging. But I could see it was emotion coming from her. Deep emotion.
“So-so?” I finally asked, injecting levity with, “I mean, I thought you came pretty hard, but what do I know?”
And that got me a giggle, and her arms tightening around me. “No, silly. I’m feeling so much. So much, Jesse.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, voice gruff, “I see that. Good feelings mostly?”
Her chin tipped up as she searched my face. “Mostly. Also fear. This feels so… real.”
I cocked my head to the side as I watched a swallow work down her slender throat.
“I’m not a figment of your imagination, hostage. Five more minutes, I’ll show you again how real this is.”
“I’ve been fed lines from guys more than once,” she explained, “But this doesn’t feel like that and I’m just… I’m afraid to believe in it. But I’ve never wanted to believe in anything more.”
I cradled her face. “I’m not a bullshitter. I promise you I’m not. You’ll figure it out sooner or later. Always a roll of the dice to start something new with someone. Fear. Excitement. Hope. Push the fear back. Enjoy the feel of the other stuff. The good stuff. That’s the best part of something new. Don’t let fear rob you of that. Okay?”
“Mm hm. Yeah.” She had a look on her face of utter devotion. And it made something in my chest twinge.
And then she licked her lips. And I didn’t need five more minutes. Because the look on her face, seeing that tongue skate across that hot mouth? I was ready again.
I fucked her again, lights on and looking at her while I did, this time with her on my lap, riding me. She put on a good show with all that hair and that hot little body. We came together, eyes locked, and I really fuckin’ liked it.
Afterwards, I covered us up. I held her a while, playing with her hair while she traced some of my ink with her fingertip.
“Zonked. Which one of us is gonna turn out the light?” I asked after a long while of companionable silence.
“You,” she replied. “Since you turned it on.”
“You’re still on top ‘o me.”
“But I’m super-cozy.” She put her head down on my chest and let out an exaggerated yawn.
“If I gotta turn the light off, you’re not gonna be cozy, because I’m gonna have to get you off me.”
“We can just sleep with it on. I’m so comfy,” she replied.
I snickered.
“I sleep with a nightlight on when I’m alone,” she admitted softly, drawing figure-eights on my chest with her fingertip. “I need it; stuff messes with me in the dark. I figured I’d be scared of the dark in your room with you. But I haven’t been.”
“Other than the first night. ’Cuz you were cuffed.”
“Yeah. There was that. But after that, I was good. I wasn’t even scared at the Valentine place the nights in Jojo’s room before you were there. Because I knew you were close.”
“Maybe ‘cuz you were too busy bein’ pissed at me to be scared.”
She snuggled in some more. “Maybe that, too.”
“I don’t like sleepin’ with anyone,” I told her. “Haven’t slept beside a woman in about three years. Didn’t trust anyone to be there when I was vulnerable.”
She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. “That’s why you were so salty.”
“I kinda dig it now,” I admitted.
“You didn’t at first.”
“No. Not that first night, definitely not.”
She looked sheepish. “I’m fidgety. It got on your nerves.”
“Fuck yeah, you are.”
“I’ve been tryin’ to be better about that. So you wouldn’t have any reason to bitch me out.”
I reared back into the pillows. “Bitch you out?”
She laughed.
I spanked her ass twice.
She giggled and threw her arms around me, squirming close. “Not that I’m calling you a bitch.”
“You just bought yourself light switch duty.” I slapped her ass again.
She giggled again and rolled off me, then hit the switch on the wall before coming back to me.
I pulled her close and kissed her.
“Goodnight, Jesse,” she whispered against my mouth.
“Night, baby.” I kissed her again and then wrapped my arms around her as she settled her head on my pec.
Yeah, I held her thinking that though I wasn’t thrilled about sharing a bed with her when this thing got going, it felt very right to have her beside me. On me. Her scent in my lungs. Her warmth wrapped around me. And it occurred that she was still pretty fuckin’ fidgety, but unlike those first few nights when it drove me bananas, now I was kinda all right with it. Maybe because through the night it became the norm to wake and remind myself I was no longer incarcerated. No longer trapped. Havin’ Gigi beside me fidgeting reminded me that not only was I not behind bars, but also… she was safe.
***
The two of us were in the corner at a table in the clubhouse’s makeshift cafeteria. It was a multipurpose space often used to feed a crowd and today it was set up with long tables and folding chairs for guests to sit on along with a table of food and coffee against the wall.
Most times when you’re at the mother charter as a guest you’re relying on prospects in the morning for food and coffee. There was always food in the kitchen to make yourself something quick, but when there were events, Delia put effort in. This morning, since there were a fair few guests after last night’s church sesh, there was a breakfast spread. Delia was there with a few other women doling out stacks from three types of pancakes, scoops of scrambled eggs, and ham steaks. There were also a couple fruit trays and boxes of donuts to the side.
