Call Me...Vengeance: Book 1 in the Vengeance MC Series (25 page)

Shaking her head sadly, Beth leans back away from me, putting space I don’t want between us. Hauling her close again, I rumble,

“What’s this really about, Beth. You weren’t pulling away from me a minute ago when my cock was buried in your tight, wet pussy, and my mouth was all over your tits. So, you wanna tell me what’s got your panties in a twist between now and then?”

Her mouth opens and closes a few times before it snaps shut, and she exhales a heavy sigh.

“I don’t share,” she grinds out through her clenched teeth.

“What. The. Fuck?” I snap in return.

“I said, I don’t share. I’m not interested in being with a man who isn’t monogamous,” she retorts shortly.

Suddenly what she’s pissed over penetrates my sex-addled brain. Beth’s jealous. The mention of Emily is what flipped her switch. That alone is enough to have me scarcely holding back a chuckle. For a second, I consider having some fun with Beth, after all, she’s fucking sexy when she’s angry. If this is the reaction I get to mentioning another woman’s name, then my concerns about her not feeling the connection we have been for nothing. But, liking my balls where they are and not wanting her to cut off access to her beautiful body, I restrain myself from letting her dig herself any deeper.

“Sweetheart, stop a minute and fucking listen to me,” I murmur taking hold of both her hands, squeezing them gently. When she goes to jerk her hands away lowering my voice, I repeat, “Stop and Listen, Beth.”

“I’m not sure I want to hear what you have to say, Jackson. Actually, if this is another caveman speech about how you’re a man and men do what and who they want while their women sit around and wait for them, I know I don’t want to hear it.”

By the time she’s finished her rant, I can’t hold back the bark of laughter that escapes me any longer.

“Jesus, woman,” I grin. “After what you just said, you better fucking believe we’ll be exploring the hell out of where this is headed between us. If you can get jealous over a fifty-eight-year-old woman who practically raised me most of my life, then you’re all in just like I am.”

“Oh, my, God,” she gasps, tearing one of her hands from mine covering her mouth. “I am so sorry, Jackson.”

“Shh, baby. It’s all good. You didn’t know because we haven’t had time to talk about our history yet. Can’t expect you to know shit I haven’t told you, but I’m not gonna say I didn’t like you getting fired up at the thought of me with someone else. It proves you’re into me the same way I’m into you. And that’s a fucking good thing, Sweetheart.”

“That doesn’t make it right, honey. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have listened to you before making an ass out of myself.”

Nuzzling my face into the side of Beth’s throat, I place tender kisses along her shoulder until she settles.

“Like I said, you didn’t know,” I repeat. “Got a lot of shit in my past, baby, some of it’s bad, some of it’s worse, and then there are the few good memories I’ve got and all of those have Emily and Diesel in them. I’m gonna give you the condensed version because I think you need it in order to trust me.”

I didn’t want to get into this shit with her this soon, or ever, but I’ll do it because I can tell from the look on Beth’s face she wants it.

“My old man was an asshole on a good day and a fucking abusive bastard on a bad one. He’d been the President of Vengeance for years before I was born and ran it into the ground. The brothers didn’t trust him; he did shit that paved the way for more shit I didn’t think we’d ever see our way clear of. Took the club in a direction we all thought was a one-way street. One we didn’t want to be on. Thank fuck, he died six years back, because that gave us a chance to get out of the darker shit he was pushing for and back into the light. I’m not gonna go into detail with you, Beth, and that’s not just now that’s ever. It’s club business. And before you say it, no, it’s not just me telling you that to be an asshole. None of the brothers share that side of our lives with our old ladies.”

Observing Beth cautiously, I check to make sure she’s ready to hear more. She is, so I give it to her.

“Diesel and I worked hard to get the MC to where it is today. I’m not gonna tell you what we do isn’t dangerous sometimes, it is. I won’t lie to you, Beth, ever, but I can’t always tell you everything either. If we’re going to do this, you’ve got to accept that. You’ve got to accept me as I am and not be holding out hope I’m gonna change. I’m not a saint, and I haven’t always been a good man, but that part of my life is in the past. I’ve never been with a woman who means what you’ve come to mean to me. And until now, I haven’t had to explain this shit to anyone. When I walked through Jonas’s door and saw you, for the first time I started thinking about what it’d be like to have someone to share what I’d built. What it’d be like to come home to a woman. Jesus, Beth, seeing you I wanted that. All of it. Never thought I would, I fucking ran from women who looked like they wanted to tie me down, but one look at you and something inside me stilled. I felt like I’d found what I didn’t know I’d been looking for.”

It wasn’t lost one me that I was probably moving too fast for her, scaring her, but I needed her to know I was serious. More than that, I wanted her to know I was looking toward the future. Beth isn’t the kind of woman who’s built to be a piece of ass to warm a man’s bed. She’s a forever girl. A woman you’d fight, bleed, die to protect.

“I haven’t had a serious relationship, ever, Sweetheart. I’ve never had to worry about sharing where I was going when I was coming back, or how long I’d be gone. I haven’t had shared my bed with a woman I thought I was falling in love with either,” I admit guardedly. Beth’s pupils dilate at my admission, and her chest begins to rise and fall rapidly.

“But something else you’ve gotta know, Sweetheart,” I say squaring my shoulders. “This is my life; the club, my brothers, we’re a family. A big, loud family, but nevertheless a family. And I want to share that with you. I want you where you are right now a month from now, a year from now, shit, the way I’m feeling I’ll want you here with me fifty years from now. But I’ve got to know you can handle the way I live. I’d give up a lot of fucking things to make sure you’re happy, baby, but I won’t give up that.”

Slapping the hand she freed over my mouth, Beth stares at me in shock.

“Do you honestly believe that I would ever ask that of you.” Shaking her head slowly, she says, “No, don’t answer that. Let me tell you, Jackson, if I were to ever
think
about asking you to give up the people you care about most, I would walk away myself. You’re right, we don’t know each other well enough yet and that sort of thing takes time, but I know you’re a kind, honest, decent man who I’ve come to care about a lot in a very short period. I don’t know if we’ll last or not, but trust is a two-way street. I might not trust you implicitly yet, but you don’t trust me either. And I wouldn’t expect that of you either. What I can promise you, though, is that I won’t make any rash decisions or walk away from us without talking to you first. I won’t judge how you chose to live or push you to answer questions unless it directly affects me. But I need you to promise me something too,” Beth prompts quietly. Almost too quietly.

“Anything, Sweetheart. If I have it in me to do it, I’ll promise you anything.”

“I need you to promise that while we’re together there won’t be any other women. That you won’t do anything that could land you in a penitentiary where I’ll be forced to make conjugal visits while you’re wearing prison orange. And I want you to promise you won’t ever lie to me,” she adds thoughtfully. “I can handle you saying you can’t tell me, but don’t ever lie to me. Not even if you think it’s okay because the truth would hurt me.”

Jesus, this woman fucking slays me. Her words are like an arrow straight to the heart.

“Yeah, I can do that, baby. I can more than do that,” I rasp against her neck.

“Then we’ll be okay, Jackson,” she reassures me with a sweet smile.

There’s only one problem with what I’ve just promised, and that is, I’ve already lied to her.

Two weeks later…

“Brother, get your ass out here,” comes the disembodied voice from the other side of the door.

The man lying on his back looks less than impressed by Gage’s poorly timed wake up call, yelling a frustrated,

“Fuck off. Give me half and I’ll come find you.”

Jackson groans deeply as I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, sucking it to the back of my throat. Tasting the salty bead of pre-cum, I bob my head up and down taking more of him each time until my lips find the base of his shaft. The soft, dark hair he takes the time to trim short, rasps against my swollen lips heightening my arousal.

Over the past two weeks, I’ve taken great pains in learning how to play Jackson’s body like a fiddle. Honestly, the man is without fault. He’s flawless in his perfection. Something I’ve investigated thoroughly over the course of many hours.

Deeply tanned forearms decorated in ink lead to amazing biceps that stretch the cotton T-shirts he prefers. His chest is defined, muscular perfection, as is his eight-pack. And yes, I did say eight-pack. One of his dark brown nipples is pierced with a silver barbell, no adornment, just plain silver. It suits him and makes for exquisite torture when I tease it with my tongue. Biting down and tugging lightly never fails to send him wild, and I have to say, I like him like that. Wild. Crazy. Desperate for me. 

Pulling back until only my tongue is left touching him, I fist his impressive cock and stroke rhythmically. Up and down, twisting gently as my hand reaches the thick base of him.

“Fuck me, baby. Enough of the teasing. Wrap that hot, little mouth of yours around my cock again and suck me hard. I want to see you swallow everything I’ve got to give you.”

Another thing I’ve learned about Jackson in the time we’ve been together is that he’s extremely impatient. I rarely ever get to play with him for longer than a few minutes before he’s flipping me onto my back and pounding into me. Not that I’m complaining, but occasionally I’d like to finish what I’ve started. This morning being one of those times.

Running my tongue around the head of his cock, licking, flicking, and exploring him, I put him out of his misery before he takes control again. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I take him all the way to the back of my throat, swallowing rapidly to fight off my gag reflex.

Strangely, it was one of the girls who hang around the clubhouse who taught me that little trick, and I couldn’t be more grateful. Feeling Jackson swell impossibly bigger than his already massive eleven inches, his hips begin to move frantically searching for more. More I will happily give him. I reach down and cup his heavy sac in one hand, the other joining my mouth that’s busily working his cock to completion.

I’ve never finished a man off this way before, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about what Jackson would taste and feel like as he orgasmed. If the way his cock is throbbing in my hand is anything to go by, it won’t be long before I can check that off my to-do list.

“Beth, Jesus. Fuck. Yes,” he growls tilting his hips, feeding me the last half inch. “If you don’t want me to fill that beautiful mouth you’ve gotta move. Now.”

There’s no way I’m missing out on this, so instead of answering I moan loudly allowing the vibrations to massage his cock. Pumping his hips harder and harder, Jackson lets out a guttural groan as his seed shoots down my throat, over-filling my mouth. Swallowing quickly, I savor his taste as it explodes on my taste buds and suck him greedily, devouring every last drop.

“Holy shit,” he heaves.

Looking up, I meet his eyes taking note of his sated grin and the sweat beading on his chest. I don’t have to ask if he enjoyed himself, it’s relatively obvious my man is relaxed, meaning there’s less chance he’ll kill Gage for interrupting us. And that’s a good thing because I like Gage. He’s smart, funny in a dry way, and sweet to Avery, which makes him one of my favorite people.

Jackson’s deep voice causes shivers to skitter down my spine when he commands,

“Come up here so I can repay the favor, Sweetheart?”

That’s another of the things I’ve come to love about Jackson. He never leaves me wanting. But he’s not getting what he wants. Not this time. That was just for him.

“I’m good, honey. I wanted to try it and I don’t want payback. Save it for later when we’ve got time to play,” I say returning his grin.

“Not sure I can wait that long to get a taste of you, baby. I wanna go to my meeting with your cream coating my tongue and the smell of you covering my face.”

If you’d asked me a month ago if I liked being talked dirty to, I would have told you, no. With Jackson, it’s different, though. I love everything he does to me, with me, and that includes his dirty mouth.

Crawling up his legs, curling myself into his outstretched arms, I sigh deeply.

“You worried about something, Sweetheart? That was a heavy sigh for a woman who just blew her man’s mind. Literally and figuratively,” he jokes.

“No, just thinking,” I reply honestly.

“About?” He asks biting down on the skin of my shoulder.

Jackson has a thing about biting. He told me last week that he likes seeing his mark on me. Not only that but he like other men seeing his brand on me. If you ask me, it’s just another one of his Neanderthal traits, but seeing as it doesn’t bother me in the slightest and it makes him happy, I let him do it.

Snuggling closer absorbing his warmth,

“Bec arrives tomorrow,” I state like that should explain everything.

“Yeah, baby, I know. You haven’t stopped talking about it for days,” he smirks earning him a sharp jab in his ribs. Snickering, he moans, “What the hell was that for? Is what I just said untrue?”

“It might be true, but it isn’t nice to point it out,” I pout.

Rubbing the pad of his thumb over my pursed lips, Jackson dips his head taking my mouth and owning it. Every kiss he gives me demonstrates how much he wants me. How much he cares about me. It unequivocally proves that I belong to him in every way.

“Never been accused of being nice before, baby, so why start now.” Rolling us onto our sides, chests pressed together, his chest hair rasping across my naked, sensitive nipples, he goes on to say, “Want to fill me in on why you’re worried about her showing up. If it’s my brothers, I’ll tell them to behave themselves.”

Giggling I shake my head as he drops a kiss on my crown.

“No, it’s not that at all. Not even close.”

Loving the feel of his hot, hard body engulfing my much smaller one, I try to put the lingering anxiety I have about Bec finally moving to Furnace out of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited to see her, I’ve missed her horribly, but her arrival signals the end of what I’ve become to crave among other things.

Every night since the first, I’ve spent in Jackson’s bed, either at his house or here at the clubhouse. After he’s done with whatever the hell it is he does during the day, he seeks me out, we eat dinner together, here, at his place, or at Jangles, then we take the short ride back to the club. Sometimes we will spend time in the main room with his brothers, Bella, Avery, and whichever of the old ladies are there, but others Jackson brings me back to his room and ravages me.

More often than not, it’s the latter, and that’s not simply because he’s insatiable. My run in with Laura that first morning wasn’t the last of the altercations we’ve had. It wasn’t the worst either. Four times she’s approached me, and each time she has become nastier, angrier, and more aggressive.

Three of the four occasions, Avery, Bella, or Sarge have been present, so Laura backed down relatively quickly, but unfortunately, the most recent incident I was alone in the kitchen. And that’s never a good place to be with a crazy bitch hell bent on making my life a misery.

For the life of me, I cannot work out what her problem is with me. I know she and Jackson have history, but as he told me on that second night we were together, he hasn’t been serious with anyone before me which means she was nothing but a passing interest.

Jackson and I have discussed everything from how I grew up, his respect and admiration for his sudo-Mom, Emily, what led me to tattoo for a living, and his concerns about the new property Vengeance bought in Boulder. We’d even gotten to the stage where we’d talked about kids whether we wanted them or not. I of course did, one day, but shockingly, Jackson was a resolute, unshakable, no.

I didn’t realize how much it would hurt me to hear that word leave his mouth. I saw the pain as it slashed unforgivingly across his handsome face, and assumed it was because he couldn’t have them. I had no choice but to guess seeing as his absolutely refused to talk about it. We weren’t at that point in our relationship yet, but I had a feeling that when we were this was going to be a bone of contention between us.

I pictured little boys with their Daddy’s glittering silver eyes, mops of dark hair, and twin dimples; and beautiful little girls with my auburn hair, his eyes, and cheeky, sweet smiles. It wasn’t healthy, fixating on something that hadn’t happened and probably wouldn’t, but it was impossible not to. Now that I knew Jackson was so opposed to the idea it was all I
could
think about.

“Didn’t think so, but you still didn’t answer my question, baby. What’s going on up there?” He queries, kissing my forehead. “I promise you, Laura will stay the fuck away from you from now on, and I’ll make it clear to her to stay away from Bec too.”

Needing to stop him, I take his right nipple between my teeth and tug playfully.

“Fucking hell, Beth,” he grunts. “If you don’t want me to throw you down, spread your gorgeous thighs wide open for me, so I can fuck you so hard you can’t walk, let alone get out of my bed for a week; keep doing that. Otherwise, you’ve gotta stop, Sweetheart.”

Giggling, I bury my head in his chest and let out another sigh.

“Bec’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. Honestly, if Laura starts anything with her, she’ll regret it. Bec isn’t known for being subtle, or particularly nice when she gets riled up. I’m more worried about how she and Jay are going to get along,” I confess softly.

“I’m not following, Sweetheart. They got a history together?” Jackson asks, his curiosity peaked.

That’s the million-dollar question now, isn’t it?

“I think so, but neither of them has ever confirmed it. Every time I ask one of them what went on between them, they shut down. Jay assures me it won’t be an issue, but honestly, I don’t see how it won’t be. They can’t be in the same room without Jay stomping out after constant death glares from Bec. And Bec, she avoids him like the plague.”

“You got any clue what went down,” he probes, stroking his calloused palm over my hip.

Inhaling a shaky breath, I share what I do know, which isn’t much.

“A while back, Jay came to visit for a few days. Everything was fine up until the day before he left. We’d gone out for dinner and followed it up with drinks as Crash and Burn, a local bar just down the street from mine and Bec’s apartment. I wasn’t feeling great about an hour in, so I caught a cab home and left them there. As I said, everything was fine, great even before that. I woke up the next morning with them yelling at each other in the kitchen. Bec threw a plate at him, Jay told her he regretted ever taking a chance on her, and then he walked out. Two hours later, Jay called me and asked if I’d pack up his stuff and bring it to the hotel he had checked into. I tried talking to both of them that day and got nothing out of them. Same goes for every other time since.”

Gathering me closer, Jackson wraps both arms around me and rolls until I’m sitting astride him.

“Sounds like it’s something they’re gonna have to sort out for themselves. If I know, Jay, he won’t leave it as it is, though, baby. The man’s never been able to leave fucking anything unfinished,” he rumbles reassuringly.

Huffing, I add,

“That’s all well and good, but only part of the problem. When I moved here and Bec found out, she was all over coming with me. I think she had it all planned out in her head before I’d packed my first box.”

I really don’t want to have to break this to him, because knowing him as I do, even if we’ve only been together a short time, I know Jackson isn’t going to take this well.

“You know she gets in tomorrow, but I don’t think you’ve given much thought as to what’s going to happen when she does.”

Scowling at me, Jackson grips my knees tucking them into his sides.

“What’s that supposed to mean? What happens when she gets here?”

“We’ve spent every night together, Jackson. All of our free time too. And I’m not saying we won’t find time for each other after Bec arrives, but she’s meant to be moving in with me. That was the plan. I get here, get settled, start work, and she’d join me when she worked out her notice. I don’t think Bec’s going to accept an absentee roommate and best friend. At least not at first.”

Jackson’s body jerks at my statement, his body lurching forward as he tugs me solidly into his chest and sits up against the wall behind the bed.

“She’ll just have to fucking deal, Beth.”

Opening my mouth, I go to interrupt, but he silences me with a narrowed look.

“No, I don’t want to hear whatever excuses you’re gonna come up with that’ll take you away from me. What we’ve got going on is good. More than good, it’s fucking great. That’s not changing because your friend rolls into town, baby. I’m good with you spending time with her, I’d never get between you and her knowing what she means to you, but I want you in my bed at the end of the day. If that means I’ve gotta spend nights at your pad until she’s settled, fine, but I’m not missing a fucking night of have having you curled in my arms. That shit is not up for debate either, Sweetheart,” he ends determinedly.