She launched herself at me again, and this time, she pulled me back onto the bed. “I’m joking, Hail. I think getting out of the house more isn’t a bad thing. Do you think I’ll be able to ride on your motorcycle with you?” Her eyes lit up. “We could get a carrier for Tommy, and he could go for rides with us.”

  “Whoa, whoa,” I laughed. “I was good up until you wanted to bring the cat with us. You’re the only one who rides on the back of my bike,” I promised.

  She laughed happily. “Fine, fine.”

  I brushed her hair from her face. “You got any more questions before I make you mine?” I asked.

  “Uh, no. But I would like to reserve the right to ask any if they pop into my head.”

  “Mary Jay,” I growled. “I’m hoping I’m about to rock your world and keep you speechless.”

  “Oh,” she gasped. Her eyes sparkled, and she looped her arms around my waist. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head. “Oh,” she whispered. Her eyes raked over my chest, and she trailed her fingers up and down my back.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Love it,” she purred.

  I leaned back and popped the button of my jeans. “Clothes off, now,” I ordered.

  She didn’t hesitate. Not even a second. She clambered out of her clothes and sailed them through the air. “Done,” she chirped.

  I tugged off my pants and pushed them off the bed. I moved back over her and caged her in with my arms. Her hands moved all over my body, trying to feel everywhere at once.

  I trailed kisses and caresses over her breasts while my fingers parted the lips of her sweet pussy.

  “Hail,” she whispered. “I’ve never...”

  I froze, and my eyes connected with hers. She was a virgin?

  “No! I have, I totally have done this before,” she babbled. “I meant I’ve never felt this way. It’s like my body is on fire, and you’re the only thing that can squelch the flames.”

  “Thank god,” I chuckled. “If you were a virgin, we were going to have to go about this in a completely different way.” The way of me running for the hills because I was already being selfish by claiming Mary Jay. It would be a whole new level if she hadn’t even been with anyone before.

  “My V-card was cashed in back in high school, Hail.”

  I was glad she wasn’t a virgin, but I did not need to know any details. My fingers stroked her clit, and her eyes rolled back in her head. “No more talk about being a virgin,” I growled. “It’s just you and me right now.”

  “Okay,” she sighed. Her legs fell open, giving me complete access to her body.

  My fingers worked her clit, bringing her up and then slowing down when she got close to the edge.

  She raised her arms over her head and thrust her hips up, begging for more. “Please, Hail, it feels so good.”

  “Come for me, baby,” I urged. My fingers sped up, and her body hummed beneath me. I was the one doing this to her. I was giving her pleasure while she was giving it right back to me. Just watching her was enough to send me right over the edge.

  Her small, light moans were the exact thing that could drive a sane man crazy.

  My lips trailed kisses along her jaw when my name ripped from her lips, and she finally fell over the edge.

  “Hail! Oh my god!” Her hips bucked up, and a tremor rolled through her body.

  “Yes, baby,” I praised her. “Give it to me.” My hand left her soaking wet pussy, and I positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy. “Are you ready for me?” I didn’t want her to come all the way down. In a few minutes, I was going to come, and she was going to come along for the ride.

  I pushed inside her and watched my dick fill her.

  “Hail,” she mewled. “You’re so big.”

  I braced my arms on the bed and slowly pumped in and out. “So fucking wet,” I growled. Her pussy was like a vise wrapped around my dick. Each move I made drove me closer to coming and filling Mary Jay. “Get there, baby. Your pussy is so good, I’m not going to last long.” I was like a fifteen-year-old having sex for the first time. Six strokes, and I was ready to blow my top.

  “Oh god,” she groaned. “Please, Hail. You feel so good.”

  I pick up my pace, slamming into her and getting closer to exploding.

  “Harder,” she pleaded. “I’m so close.”

  “You’re mine,” I growl. “You’re MINE!” Her pussy clenched tightly around me, and I empty my load inside her.

  “Oh my,” she gasped. “Oh.” Tremors rock her body, and she tossed her head back as her second orgasm rushed over her.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me on top of her. I rolled to the side and gathered her in my arms.

  “That was...” she trailed off.

  “Amazing?” I offered. “Fucking phenomenal?”

  “Either of those fit,” she sighed. She laid her head on my chest, and I grabbed the blanket to toss over us.

  “You lock the door?”

  “Mmhmm,” she hummed and burrowed into me. “Locked up tight.”

  “Good. I don’t plan to get out of this bed at least until noon,” I mumbled sleepily. “You got plans tomorrow; cancel ‘em.”

  “Just have to work at four, though one of us is going to have to get up to turn off the lights.”

  Fuck. “We need to get you that clapper thing.” I tossed off the blanket, stalked over to the light switch, and plunged the apartment into darkness.

  “Much better,” she called. “Now come back to bed.”

  Mary Jay had burrowed under the blanket and tossed it to the side when I got close.

  I slid into bed and pulled her to me. Her back was pressed against my front, and she sighed heavily. “Good night, Mary Jay.”

  “What’s your real name?”

  “I thought we were going to sleep,” I grumbled.

  “That’s my last question.”

  “My name is Hail, babe, but my mom calls me Kevin.”

  She looked over her shoulder at me. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, babe.”

  “I like Hail better,” she confessed.

  “Me, too, babe.”

  She settled back into me and sighed. “What happens when we wake up, Hail?”

  “Same as always, except I’ll be there.”

  The only noise was our slow, steady breathing.

  “I like that,” she whispered.

  I like it, too.

  A whole hell of a lot.

  Chapter Six

  Mary Jay

  Running a few minutes late. Need to finish up some paperwork. I texted Hail. I turned off my car and looked around.

  I’ll be waiting.

  It had been two glorious weeks since I had literally been pushed into Hail’s world, and it had been fantastic.

  But now I was thrust back into reality and back to taking care of my dad’s debts he had left behind.

  Which also meant I had just lied to Hail.

  I wasn’t stuck at work doing paperwork.

  I was parked just one street away from my apartment, waiting for Trick.

  A knock sounded on my window, and I jumped.

  “Jesus, Trick,” I grumbled. I rolled down my window and glared at him. “Next time, give some warning before you scare the hell out of me.”

  “You got it?” he asked bluntly.

  I rolled my eyes and grabbed the envelope from my passenger seat. “Same as always.”

  He grabbed the envelope and counted the bills. “Always good doing business with you, Mary Jay. Hobbs appreciates your eagerness to handle this matter.”

  The only thing I was eager about was getting the Broken Jokers MC out of my life. “Same time next month?” I asked.

  He tapped the roof of my car. “Like clockwork, sugar. Enjoy your night.”

  Trick headed down the street, and I took a deep breath.

  Reality sucked.

  Being wrapped up in Hail’s arms was way better than paying my dad’s debts in the middle of the night.

  I cranked up my car, and my headlights shone directly on a man standing in front of me.

  Hail.

  Oh, shit.

  He didn’t look so happy. Not like Hail was constantly smiling, but I could tell that he was wondering what in the hell I was doing.

  He walked over to the passenger door and slipped into my car.

  We sat in silence while I tried to figure out what to say.

  “You know I’m the president of the Lost Mavericks MC, Mary Jay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Do you also know that guy you were talking to is part of the Broken Jokers MC? An MC I fucking hate with every fiber of my being?”

  I did, in fact, not know that. “Uh, no.”

  “You wanna know why I hate them?”

  “Sure.”

  “Because they don’t care about anyone but themselves. They take and take without caring about who they are taking from.”

  I knew that firsthand. My dad had racked up quite the gambling debt with the Broken Jokers, and after he had died, they still expected to be paid. “Uh, I would believe that.”

  “I’m trying really hard not to jump to conclusions, Mary Jay, and trying to think of any legit reason why you would be meeting with one of their members in the middle of the night when you texted me five minutes ago that you were stuck at work.”

  Yeah, when he said it out loud, this really did not look good.

  “Can I explain?”

  He finally looked at me. “I think that would be a really good place to start.”

  I could tell his anger was boiling, but he was keeping a lid on it.

  “I wasn’t doing anything illegal.” At least, I didn’t think it was illegal.

  “What did you give him?” Hail asked.

  “Money.”

  “Money for what?” he growled.

  I held up my hands. “I really think that we should start from the beginning, okay?”

  “You have five minutes, Mary Jay.”

  I took a deep breath and started way at the beginning. “My mom left right after I was born.”

  “I know that.”

  I needed to speed this up. “My mom wasn’t a good person, so she left; the problem is she didn’t leave me with the best dad in the world. Sure, he loved me, but he never made the best choices when he was alive. I can still remember being two, and I used to suck on the dice he left lying around. Looking back now, how in the hell did I not choke on them?” I waved my hand. “That is beside the point.”

  “I know he's your dad, Mary Jay, but he sounds like a fuckstick if you have memories sucking on dice.”

  I wasn’t going to argue about that. “Gambling. My dad was a gambler. It didn’t matter what it was. If he could bet on it, he would. I never really understood how bad it was until I got older, and he would get the shit kicked out of him every couple of months because he couldn’t make good on his debts. They would beat him up, give him another month or two, he would rack up more debt, and then would be back to kick his ass.”

  “The Broken Jokers?”

  “Well, yes, but there were others, too, but the Broken Jokers were the ones he could never seem to get ahead with. And then he died.”

  “But his debts didn’t die with him,” Hail guessed.

  “Yup,” I sighed. “It was not even two weeks after his funeral when Trick showed up at my door and informed me that my monthly payment was coming due.”

  Hail slammed his fist against the dash. “Fucking assholes!”

  “I’m taking care of it, Hail. As long as I pay them, everything is fine.”

  “You shouldn’t have to be paying your dad’s debts, Mary Jay. They should have just forgiven them and left you alone.”

  “It’s fine, Hail.”

  He shook his head. “It’s not fine, Mary Jay.”

  “Well, I don’t have any other choice, Hail, so this is how it is.”

  He turned in his seat, and I could still feel the anger rolling off him, except it wasn’t directed at me anymore. “I’ll handle it.”

  “What? What do you mean you’ll handle it? You just told me you hated the Broken Jokers, so I have to assume that the feeling is mutual.”

  “It is,” he growled.

  This didn’t make sense. “Then don’t go talk to them, Hail. What if they get mad you’re talking to them about my problem and then make me have to pay it all right now?”

  “Your problems are my problems now, Mary Jay. You should have told me about this.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure, sure. I’ll tell the guy I just started seeing that I also owe over seventy-five thousand to the Broken Jokers. A conversation you would totally have over cereal and coffee in the morning.”

  “I’ll handle it,” he growled. “Don’t even worry about it. You don’t owe another cent to the Broken Jokers.”

  “Hail, you’re crazy. I don’t know what you think you are going to do, but this is not just going to go away.”

  He cradled my face in his hands, and I finally saw the man I had been falling in love with for the past two weeks.

  “I got you, Mary Jay. I’m not lying when I say your problems are mine.”

  “I don’t want you doing anything that will get you in trouble.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not going to get into trouble.”

  “Then what are you going to do?”

  He brushed his thumb across my cheek. “I’m just going to talk to Hobbs and show him the errors in his ways.”

  “Hail,” I whispered.

  “Do you trust me, Mary Jay?” he asked.

  I did. More than anyone. I was still trying to figure out how that could be since I was still getting to know him, but I did trust him. With my life. “Yes.”

  “Then let me handle this.”

  “You shouldn’t have to deal with this. It’s my dad.”

  “And your dad should have made sure you didn’t have to deal with it. I’m going to rectify that.”

  I slumped in my seat and broke down crying.

  Hail gathered me in his arms and pulled me over the center console. “Shh, babe. Everything is going to be okay. This must be weighing on you so much. I don’t know how you’ve handled it for this long.”

  I didn’t know how I did either, but I had. And now I had Hail to help. “I’m sorry.” I buried my head in his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me.

  “It’s going to be okay, Mary Jay. You’re protected by the Lost Mavericks now.”

  Chapter Seven

  Hail

  “Of all of the clubs her dad could have fucked with, it had to be the Broken Jokers?” Crank gazed at the Broken Jokers clubhouse and curled his lip. “Fucking degenerates.”

  I wasn’t going to argue with him on that.

  Hobbs and the Broken Jokers were a level below scum in the biker community.

  This morning, after waking up next to Mary Jay, I knew I had to get shit in motion. The longer the Broken Jokers thought they could take Mary Jay’s money, the more power they had.

  Not any longer.

  She, of course, tried to plead with me just to leave it alone, but I couldn’t.

  It was one thing for the Broken Jokers to expect to be paid by Mary Jay’s dad since he was the one who had racked up all the debt, but it was something really fucking nasty to stick that debt on Mary Jay.

  “We could just blow this hell hole up and call it a day,” Hollow suggested.

  Forty raised his hand. “I am all for that.”

  “Second that,” Showtime added.

  “We’re not blowing up their clubhouse,” I grunted. This was not the first time blowing up the Broken Jokers clubhouse had been suggested.

  It was actually the seventh time.

  “We’re not sinking to their level,” Jersey agreed.

  “Can I at least punch Trick once?” Yellow pleaded and pointed to his nose. “Just one good right hook to straighten out that nose of his.”

  I shook my head and pushed my sunglasses on top of my head. “No. I promised Mary Jay I wouldn’t do anything illegal.”

  “Is that what happens when you get an ol’ lady?” Line asked. “You make stupid promises and can’t have fun anymore?”

  “Yeah, but you also get laid on the regular without having to worry about whose bed you are going to land in,” Forty pointed out. “I think that outweighs not being able to have illegal fun.”

  Trick walked out the front door and motioned to us. “You guys gonna come in or just sit around talking like a bunch of chicks?”

  “Just one punch, Hail. That’s all I want, and I can die a happy man,” Yellow pleaded again.

  “No,” I growled. “Let’s just get this shit over with. We offer to take over the debt, and we head back to the clubhouse.”

  “And if they say no?” Showtime asked.

  I glanced at Yellow. “Then Yellow gets his wish.”

  Yellow rubbed his hands together. “I hope they tell us to kick rocks so then I can smash in Trick’s face with one.”

  We filed into the Broken Jokers clubhouse and gathered in their common room.

  “This place is gross,” Forty muttered next to me. “How the hell do they live like this?”

  “With syphilis. That is how they live like this.” Line tried to move a cup that was on the table, but it didn’t budge. “No one touches anything,” he whispered loudly.

  “What the hell are you blabbering about?” Trick called.

  I glanced at Line and shook my head. We did not need to start this meeting on the wrong foot.

  “Uh, nothing. I was just commenting on your decorating.” He flicked the cup. “It’s really something.”

  “Who the fuck cares about decorating?” Trick growled.

  “I guess the real question is, who cares about living in their own filth, right?” Yellow called.

  “You don’t like the clubhouse?”

  All eyes turned to Hobbs. He had walked out from god knows where and was leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. “You didn’t seem to mind sleeping here when the Broken Jokers were your family, Bronc.”

  “It’s Yellow now,” Yellow growled. “And you guys were never my family. I was a prospect for three weeks.”

 

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