Jet (Royal Bastards MC, #6), page 14
A commotion sounded, and I turned to see the paramedics wheeling a stretcher out the front door.
I broke free from Jet and ran to Maggie.
Her face was covered in blood, and her eyes were almost swollen shut.
“Jemma,” she gasped when I called her name. She waved her arm, and I grabbed her hand.
“I’m here, honey,” I called. “You’re going to be okay.”
“My baby,” she gasped. “What about my baby?” she called louder.
My heart shattered, and I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know about her baby. It seemed to be a miracle that she was even alive.
I held onto her hand and walked with her till they got to the back of the ambulance. “They’re gonna check you out, honey.”
They lifted her into the ambulance, and I climbed in with her.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Jet called.
I nodded. “I love you,” I called.
Jet kissed his fist and held it toward me. “I love you, too, babe.”
The doors slammed shut, and the sirens wailed as we sped toward the hospital.
Maggie squeezed my hand like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
“My baby,” she mumbled. “My baby.”
“It’s gonna be okay, Maggie,” I sobbed. I wiped my tears and sniffled loudly. “Everything is going to be okay.”
I hoped.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Maggie
My baby.
Please save my baby.
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Chapter One
Quinn
A lady in the streets and a freak in the bed...
“Come with me, baby.”
Kimber rolled into my side. “I’ll pass.”
I looked down at her naked body and ran my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. “You’re gonna have to come there one day.”
“But today is not that day, Quinn.”
“It’s Gear, baby.”
She snorted and tipped her head back to look at me. “Okay, Quinn.”
I fucking hated my name, yet Kimber insisted on calling me it even though I finally got my road name from the Rolling Devils. “You gotta learn to tolerate the club, baby. I know you don’t like it, but you gotta not hate it.”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed under her breath and laid her head back on my shoulder. Her hand slid across the expanse of my chest, and her fingers trailed over the tattoo of an eagle holding a skull. “But you don’t need to leave just yet,” she whispered.
“Soon.”
“Maybe I need to remind you what will be waiting for you while you’re fetching beers for all of your club buddies.”
“I do more than that.”
“Right,” she drawled.
At least on regular days, I did more than that. On nights like tonight, I did basically just fetch beer and booze the whole time. “So what exactly are you going to do to make me not forget about you?”
She rolled onto her back and slowly raised her hands over her head. “It’s more like what are you going to do.”
I turned onto my side and slid my hand down between her tits. “Daddy’s choice?” I whispered.
Her eyes flared with desire.
I was a lucky fucker to have Kimber in my bed.
The saying “a lady in the streets and a freak in the bed” was Kimber to a T.
During the day, she worked at a doctor’s office where she answered phones and dealt with bitchy ass people with a smile on her lips, and at night, she was my naughty little minx who couldn’t get enough of me.
I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, ass in the air.”
She scampered up to her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I moved behind her, my knees between her legs, and slapped her ass. “Always hungry for my cock,” I growled.
She looked over her shoulder at me with her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head. “Always,” she whispered.
My hand wrapped around my cock, and I stroked up and down with my eyes, never leaving hers. “Greedy pussy.”
She reared back and bumped her ass against my hand. “Stop talking and start doing.”
I gripped the globe of her ass and parted her cheeks. Her pussy was dripping, and the bud of her ass begged to be fucked. “Anything I want, baby?”
“I guess that all depends on what time you need to leave,” she replied coyly.
I knew I didn’t have the time to fuck her properly. She was trying to distract me from going to the club, but I couldn’t miss the party. I pressed my dick against the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed in. “Your ass is mine later tonight,” I promised.
She reared back again, her ass grinding against me. “Promises, promises,” she muttered.
Damn right, it was a fucking promise. It was one I planned on keeping, too. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you aren’t going to be able to get out of bed the whole time I’m gone.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
I put a hand on her hip and thrust deep. “Who do you belong to, Kimber?” I demanded.
“You,” she breathed out.
“Say my name.”
A sultry laugh fell from her lips. “Does one name get me a fucking and the other a spanking?”
“Damn straight, baby. Choose carefully.”
She rubbed her ass against me and flexed the walls of her pussy around my dick. “As fun as a spanking sound, I need your dick.”
I slowly pulled out and then slammed back into her. “Like that? You want it hard?”
She groaned and shook her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips.
She dropped her head to the mattress and braced her arms. “Please, Gear. Fuck me.”
She spoke the words she knew would drive me crazy and give her exactly what she wanted.
With each thrust of my hips, she moaned my name.
My fingers dug into her hips as I held her still and drove into her. “Tell me again,” I grunted.
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours, Gear.”
I felt her climax climbing and moved faster. “Play with yourself, baby.” I was going to come soon, and I wanted her pussy to milk every last drop of cum from me.
Her hand snaked between her legs. “Gear, please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”
While her fingers stroked her clit, my dick pounded her pussy.
“I’m...I’m coming,” she whimpered. “Gear...please.”
Her pussy contracted around my dick as her orgasm washed over her, and she ripped my release from me. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Take it all, baby.”
She panted my name and then buried her face in the pillow.
The final tremors rocked through me, and I fell onto the mattress next to her.
She dropped the rest of the way and partially rolled into me.
I threw an arm over her and pulled her close. “Sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked again. “We could find a room at the clubhouse and find the time to do that all over again.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Or I could stay here, eat some pizza, and sleep until you get home.”
“It’s gonna be late.” I didn’t expect to leave the clubhouse ‘til well into the morning.
“Just wake me up when you get home.”
She wasn’t going to budge on this. I had been a prospect for the club for four months, and she refused to step foot at the clubhouse. “One day, I’m going to get you to come to a party.”
She scoffed. “But that day is not today,” she laughed.
I pressed a kiss to the side of her head and rolled out of bed. She pulled the blanket over her body and turned onto her back. “You didn’t need to cover up.”
She rolled her eyes and fluffed the pillow under her head. “Last I checked, if you’re not in this bed, then you don’t have a say about what I’m wearing or doing.”
I grabbed the blanket and tugged it down her body ‘til I could see her tits. “Is that so?”
She grabbed the blanket to tug it up, but I didn’t let it go. “You’re gonna be late, Quinn,” she tried to reason.
“I’m already late, Kimber. My ass should have been on my bike half an hour ago, but your greedy pussy kept me in bed.”
She scooted down the bed and managed to get under the covers enough to conceal her body from me. “Well, this pussy is staying in bed cause I had a long day at work and since you just fucked me twice, I think a nap is needed before I order pizza.”
“A nap and pizza, huh?” That did seem like a good night, but the club couldn’t be put off. I let go of the blanket and bent to pick up my clothes. “Save me a slice, and don’t put fucking olives on it.”
She snuggled under the blanket and watched me get dressed. “How many people are going to be there tonight?”
This was the fourth large party the club had since I had started prospecting, and each one kept getting bigger than the last. “I think a shit-ton. I don’t get to sit in on the meetings, but Mud had mentioned another club was coming in for the night.”
“Still can’t believe the guy who is your sponsor goes by the name Mud.”
I shrugged on my shirt. “Baby, I told you road names can be anything. You should be happy and realize I was lucky to get a name like Gear and not Mud or Bug.” I pulled on my socks and then my pants.
She wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled on my shoes. “But you don’t have to bust my balls about it all the time,” I reminded her.
“I know,” she sighed. “I promise I’ll come to the next party with you. I just don’t want to go to one of these and then be left all alone because you have some obligation to grab someone a beer every five minutes.”
I stood up and turned to look down at her. “You’re really going to go to the next one?” I asked, surprised. I really didn’t think I was ever going to be able to get her to come to the clubhouse.
She nodded. “Only for you, though. I’m not interested in making friends with the other chicks.”
“They’re called ol’ ladies, Kimber,” I chuckled. “And I happen to know when the next party is.”
“Oh God,” she laughed. “I have time to look forward to dreading going.”
I shook my head. “You won’t have to wait long. Tomorrow night is another party.”
Her jaw dropped. “Wait...what?” she squawked. “I can’t...you didn’t....”
She knew there wasn’t a way in hell that I would let her go back on her promise of coming to the next party. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Get some rest, baby. You’re going to need it for the party tomorrow.”
I strutted out of the room and straight out of our apartment.
Kimber may not like the club, but she was going to start coming to these damn parties with me.
She had said she would, and I wasn’t going to let her go back on her word.
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