Jaded: (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series), page 43
We were in bed watching TV after a sweet, slow fucking. I used a condom, and she didn’t stop me, but I was pretty sure I saw the idea working in her eyes.
“It’s got a country feel to it like I know you don’t like, but… I like to play a lot of different styles and this one might give you a bit of insight about me.”
I leaned over and grabbed the guitar for her.
“Go ahead. You sing it, I’ll listen.”
“I… put my foot in my mouth a lot when I talk.”
“No shit?” I deadpanned.
She smirked. “When I write, I can self-edit. So, maybe when I say something stupid you can try and be patient with me… give me time to self-edit and fix it?”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I agreed.
She kissed me and then played me a slow ballad that would, for sure be titled Daddy Didn’t Want No Shrew by the chorus. Singing a song about a kid watching her parents fight and break up because her momma argued with her daddy all the time. Talked about how if momma had been sweet, maybe they’d have stayed together. Talked about how that girl tried to be sweet so people wouldn’t leave her, even if what they did to her made her slowly shrivel up inside. How she couldn’t scream the words in her heart because she’d wind up alone. So instead she bled them out, either on paper or on her skin. And let people walk on her.
The last verse was about finding strength, finding a voice that she wasn’t afraid to use. Talked about stopping the bleeding, because she’d found a man who wanted her to be real, how with him she felt like she might heal.
After she put the guitar down, she looked to me for feedback, rubbing her lips together nervously.
My reaction was to jump her bones. I was ready to fuck her again.
“No condom please?” She grabbed my wrist as I reached for the drawer. “Just us. Just… trust,” she said, looking into my eyes. I held her face with one hand and used the other to find her hot, wet opening. I guided my cock to it and teased for a minute, watching her eyes go liquid with need. I slid in slow, bare, and her eyes, her expression, they were laid bare, too.
I rocked my hips forward over and over, slowly, with our eyes connected, pulling all the way out each time, feeling her tight, silky heat pull me back in each time. My angle made sure it was beyond good for her and it didn’t take long before I could see she was almost there.
I whispered, “You’re mine. You’re safe. And I’ve got you. And fuck, being inside you like this is my new drug. You feel so good.”
She arched under me, huskily whimpering. I swallowed those sounds, plundering her mouth with my tongue before nibbling on her bottom lip. Feeling that tight, silky heat spasm around me with nothing between us, no filter, it was definitely going to be my addiction. After her body stopped quaking, she grabbed my jaw, looked deep into my soul, and said, “I am so madly in love with you it’s not funny.”
“Not even a little funny?” I returned.
She shook her head, body shaking with silent laughter.
“Madly in love with you, too, hostage.” I flipped her over to her belly, smacked her sweet ass, and then fucked her hard from behind with a handful of her hair in my fist, my mouth against the ridge of her ear. And then my vision turned spotty, and I loudly exploded, not into a rubber, into my girl.
I put my mouth to the ridge of her ear. “Thank you for giving this to me. I fuckin’ love you, Gianna Grace Jones.”
***
“Ella invited me to a girls’ night on Saturday,” Gigi told me a few days later.
“Yeah? This oughta be fun to watch.”
“Hm?” she asked looking up from her phone.
“You gonna go?” I asked. “That girl knows how to have fun. You could use some of that.”
Her nose wrinkled. “I don’t know.”
“Do it. Have fun. You’ve been gettin’ along with them, right?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Ella, Pippa, Jenna, Deanna. They’ve all been great. Ella said her friends Andie and Lulu are coming, too. Andie lives next door to the salon. Lulu works there, too.”
“Know who they are,” I told her. “All seem like decent people. No Jojo?”
“Nope. She’s still away with Delia.”
There was absolutely something happening with Jojo and Fork. Gigi had even said so, after a few conversations she’d had with her about it, but she wasn’t sure what was what, other than the fact Jojo had it worse for Fork than she did Lick – and that had apparently been quite the torch carried.
Fork had taken off due to new bullshit with the Jackals, who had a bunch of new so-called members all of a sudden. They were cobbling together a new mother chapter without much care, and it showed. They didn’t have new cuts even though it was technically a faux pas to use their existing name and patch since we’d done a patch-over. A few of their new guys who didn’t even wear leather cuts, just Jackals t-shirts, jumped a few of our men who’d shadowed Fork to his job, damaging our guys’ bikes and beating them black and blue with crowbars. There were black eyes and bruised knuckles on both sides, but our guys took it the worst, being outnumbered. Then they came back on Fork’s lunch break and waited until he came out to the coffee truck, but he was ready, armed, and pulled a gun to get them to fuck off. Fork’s boss wasn’t pleased about the drama, so he was now on leave of absence, underground and working on gathering more intel in order to try and shut shit down with them for good.
We now also knew Alec Wylde was out of prison on grounds of compassion as he had late-stage cancer and he’d been calling in markers, pulling strings, and doing his worst to get back at us. As a result, we were locked down tighter than ever. The girls had been spending a lot of time around the clubhouse and the positive thing that’d come out of that was that Gigi had more company and the company she had was women who were giving her an in into their circle.
“I have no doubt you’re in good hands with those girls. I’ll hang out and have your back, too,” I said.
“It’s a girls’ night so not sure if you’re allowed to hang out,” she returned. Light sparked in her eyes, and I knew she was teasing.
“It’ll be downstairs,” I said. “Try and stop me from getting a front row seat. Those girls get rowdy, it’s like watching a sitcom.”
She laughed.
“Plenty of nights with those girls dancing their asses off downstairs for girls’ nights. The boys aren’t far in case anyone gets ideas. In fact, they encourage girls’ nights here, so nobody gets those ideas. Ask her where. The lockdown status right now, guaranteed it’s downstairs.”
“Okay.”
A minute later she nodded. “Yeah, it’s here. I’ll go then.”
“Cool,” I said.
“Unless you’d rather do something else?”
“Nah, baby. I want you to have fun with the girls. Get all liquored up and let loose. I’ll reap the rewards back up here later, I’m sure.”
She smiled. “Most likely.”
***
Me, Deacon, Ride, Scott, and Spence were holding up the bar while our women danced. And it was entertaining to watch. It started with them at a table with drinks. And then a few shooter deliveries later, they were all up on the dance floor, including the baker and the little hairdresser.
I didn’t ask what was what with Scott and Deanna but suspected he was still putting effort in since she was with the girls, and he was watching like the rest of us.
Gigi was about six drinks in, and she was definitely sloshed. And she and Ella looked like best friends out there on the dance floor, moving to the beat and falling all over one another with laughter.
And then I spotted Sara in the shadows. She said something to Jenna and Pippa who were returning from the bathroom, and it quickly degenerated from there because then the girls were half off the dance floor and Ella was stabbing her finger in Sara’s direction.
Gigi was standing back, looking dejected. Her eyes bounced to me with an expression that made me wish I could rip Sara Ford’s fuckin’ head off. Seeing my girl go from being happy and carefree to cradling herself and looking like she wanted to find the nearest razor blade made me want to rage.
“Fuck,” Deacon said and then he was on the move. I followed. He’d cussed because Ella poked Sara in the chest and Sara looked ready to swing. By the time we got to them, Ella and Jenna were both in Sara’s face.
Deacon got in there to pull his woman back as I put my arm around mine. She leaned into me, looking upset.
“I’m callin’ my father and havin’ him send you a cab,” Ella yelled at Sara, “I’ll even pay for it myself. Wait, I left my purse upstairs.” She looked at her man. “Got any money, Tiger?”
Sara’s face got mean. Or meaner. “Don’t need a cab. I’m stayin’ here tonight.”
“You’re not welcome here if you’re just gonna cause drama,” Ella retorted.
“Who put you in charge?” Sara snapped.
“I did,” Ella declared. “I’m the fun police. I’m making sure we all have fun and you’re jeopardizing that. Besides, your husband isn’t even here. How you gonna get in his room?”
“What just happened?” Deanna gasped, coming back from the bathroom. “Everything was fine.”
Gigi shook her head. “It’s about me.”
“No, it’s about her.” Ella pointed toward Sara. “So she can either apologize and lose the dirty looks or she can go.”
“Sara?” Deacon inquired, clearly taking his woman’s back.
“She needs to stop with her snotty looks and smartass remarks so Gia doesn’t feel so self-conscious,” Ella stated.
“She needs to go find a stage with a pole, because that’s what she’s meant for,” Sara spat.
And I was about ready to erupt.
“Play nice or go home, Sara,” Deke stated, slipping onto the dance floor.
“I’m not doin’ nothin’ wrong,” Sara insisted.
“How about just go home?” Deanna suggested and it wasn’t friendly. “I’ll call you a taxi.”
“Enough fightin’ girls,” Deke said.
“No fighting, no fighting,” Ella replied, “Not as long as she goes.”
She pointed at Sara. “‘Cuz we don’t need no hateration or holleration at our dancerie.”
“Amen, sister!” Pippa agreed. “We need more drinks to cheers to that. Bartender!”
“Not even gonna ask what that means,” Deke said. “Sara? Head home, babe.”
“You’re asking me to go, Deke? For real? Just assuming I’m the problem?” Sara shook her head. “Nepotism around here… siding with the women of your boys, who are all new compared to me and ignorantly decide to side with the club whore who has fucked most of the club including all of y’alls men along with mine-”
“Enough,” I cut her off. “Call her that again and you’ll answer for it.”
“Whoa,” Rider stepped up. “Everyone, settle the fuck down or everyone’s goin’ home.”
“I’m goin’ nowhere and it’s a free country, so I’ll say whatever the fuck I want,” Sara snapped.
“She’s hammered. She can’t drive,” Rider stated.
“Wasn’t gonna drive. Was gonna sleep upstairs. Kids are with their grandparents. Figured I’d show and spend time with my old man but he ain’t here.”
“We’ll get you home, Sara,” Deke ordered. “Seems like that’s the best way to end this shit. You girls need to work this out but that’s not gonna happen all liquored up in a crowded bar, so, head home Sara. You can’t sort this yourselves and soon, I’ll have to step in. You don’t want me to have to step in.” Deke gestured to Nolan to come over.
“You don’t, girls,” Jenna said, animatedly. “Rider told me how his dad dealt with issues with these guys growin’ up. And it probably won’t be putting Gianna and Sara into a get-along shirt. It’d probably be mud wrestling and they’d sell tickets.”
Deke gave Jenna a dark look. “You think that?”
“With the proceeds goin’ to charity of course,” Jenna replied.
Deke rolled his eyes.
“Kinda like that idea,” Nolan put in.
“Fuck sakes, Nole,” Deacon muttered.
“Where’s my man?” Sara demanded.
Nobody said a word. I had no clue where he was. I guessed nobody else did either.
I jutted my chin at Nolan. “Take Sara home, prospect. See her to her door. Now.”
“Exactly,” Deke said. “I’m goin’ back to the bar. This seems under control.”
“C’mon, babe,” Nolan nudged Sara’s elbow. She growled at him but followed.
“You wanna go upstairs or stay?” I asked my girl.
“She’s staying!” Ella exclaimed, tugging her hand and pulling her back.
“Come dance with us, Daddy Deke!” Ella called.
Deke gave her a look like she was out of her mind.
“Yeah, c’mon,” Jenna tried to grab Deke’s hand.
“Somebody fuckin’ save me, here,” Deke pleaded to his sons, hands held up like this was a stick-up.
Rider laughed. “You’re on your own.”
“Shooters on the house, ladies,” Little John called. The girls headed that way, forgetting Deke.
“Thank fuck for club brothers,” Deke muttered and shot John a look of thanks. John saluted him.
A minute later, the girls were still huddled by the bar.
“Gia!” Pippa called and waved her over.
She moved out of my arms and headed for them.
I kept a close eye, wanting to know she was good, and five minutes later she was throwing her head back laughing at something Ella said. Jenna saw me watching and gave me a thumbs up, showing me that she and the girls had my girl’s back. I tipped my drink in her direction and ordered a tray of shooters. I walked it over.
“Funny how they call it getting yourself off when you come but they call it offing yourself when you die,” Ella mused.
They hadn’t clocked that I was right behind them.
Pippa made a sound of agreement, then added, “Kinda like La Petite Mort, the French phrase meaning the little death is what some use to describe an orgasm.”
Gigi sucked on the straw for a minute, then said, “Sex with Jesse isn’t La Petite Mort. It’s La Grande Mort that makes you want to livre – live – so you can do it all over again.”
I laughed along with them.
Gigi’s head spun to me, face going red. “Oh hello!”
“Well hello,” I greeted, setting the tray of drinks down. She twisted some more with her lips puckered so I dropped a kiss on her mouth.
“Where have you been all my life?” Gigi asked, glassy-eyed, looking like she was all up in her feelings.
“Good man!” Ella exclaimed.
The girls grabbed shots and held them up. “To La Grande Mort!” Pippa called.
“Cheers to that,” I agreed.
The music went louder and Deke took over at the bar while Little John cut up the dance floor with the girls for the next three songs. After the third song, Rider threw back the last of his drink and stated, “Time for my private dance.” He strutted to the dance floor, squatted and put his shoulder to Jenna’s belly before hauling her up and over his shoulder.
“There goes the dancefloor seductress,” I heard Deanna call out from the bar beside Scott.
“And there goes the dancefloor abductor,” Scott pointed to Rider, who was heading for the door with his woman.
A slow song came on and Pippa pulled Spence onto the floor.
Deacon and Ella were nowhere to be seen, so I scanned the joint and found my girl moving back to the table with Andie, the baker. I headed that way and when my girl’s eyes hit mine, she reached for me, a drunken smile playing on her lips. She was ready for me to take her upstairs.
“Aw. I’m gonna be all by my lonesome?” Andie pouted when I got to them.
“I’ll take ya home, a passing Brady offered, coming from the men’s room.
“Um…” Andie looked spooked.
“Had one beer tonight. That’s all.”
“That’s okay, I’ll… um… call a taxi.”
“I’ll run you home. Don’t sweat it.”
Gigi was nodding with big eyes at Andie.
Andie looked horrified.
And Brady cocked his head to the side with confusion. “You don’t trust me, cupcake?”
Andie waved her hand, her face going pink. “Not that. I just… I …” She searched for an excuse.
“She just doesn’t wanna put out,” Gigi offered helpfully.
Andie looked at my girl with horror.
”Er… I mean put you out Brady. Haha.” Gigi hiccupped, shooting a look of horror of her own Andie’s way.
“I’ll grab my keys. They’re upstairs. One sec,” Brady offered. “Don’t go nowhere,” he warned.
Andie gave Gigi a severe look before she downed the rest of her drink.
Gigi laughed. “More like don’t trust yourself after all those drinks that you won’t jump his bones?”
“Shut up,” Andie whispered and looked at me with panic. “She’s kidding.”
Gigi laughed. “Totally kidding. Pay no attention to me. Pay no attention to Andie’s pink face either. You’ve got a little…” Gigi wiped her own chin and then laughed.
Andie glared and I was thinking my girl might be taking the teasing too far, but then Andie laughed too and did a fake chin wipe. “My chin ain’t the only thing that’s wet at the notion of riding the Brady train…”
I barked out a laugh right along with them.
“You shush up,” Andie warned, going serious. “This conversation never happened.”
I pulled a pretend zipper over my mouth.
“And he called you cupcake!” Gigi gushed. “That’s… oh my God.”
Andie bit her lip. And it was obvious she liked the nickname too.
Lulu wandered over. “Hey.”
“Oh, you didn’t leave!” Andie exclaimed. “I thought you ditched me.”
“Never,” Lulu gasped.
“Brady’s driving her home,” Gigi said.
“Oh, I’ll hop in with you then.” Lulu’s eyes went to her phone.
“Yeah, of course,” Andie said and then wrinkled her nose.
Gigi didn’t miss it. She snickered.
Andie gave her a sharp look, so Gigi copied my earlier motion and pulled a fake zipper across.
