Death Ride (Blue Bandits MC Book 5) (13 page)

Jamie’s moan as he moved from one breast to the other was music to his ears and he pressed up against her pussy while he sucked hard on her nipple. She wiggled and he felt like his mind was turning to mush as his orgasm neared.
What the fuck?
He felt like a schoolboy about to have sex for the first time, not the experienced man he was. Death had never been so close to coming with so little stimulation, even when he was a schoolboy. He didn’t know why but somehow Jamie made him completely senseless and he hoped he didn’t embarrass himself by coming before he even got inside her.

Jamie could feel Death’s hands on her hips as his mouth caressed her and she was mindless with desire. She had just wanted to forget what happened and making love with him had seemed like the perfect plan. She knew that when he touched her she couldn’t think and that was good because then she didn’t have to remember what had just happened or think about what had happened when she was younger. She found herself riding the hard ridge of his thick cock like a mad woman, her hips cantering as she rubbed along the thick unforgiving shaft.

Death groaned and pressed his hips upward as she moved up and down trying to find the right rhythm to make herself come. She wanted him to take over like he had last night but he wasn’t and she didn’t know what to say to get him to. She wanted his body inside her so badly she almost couldn’t breathe from the want. Jamie finally wiggled away and pulled her shorts off while Death watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his hand on his cock, which was now out of his boxers. She watched him rub up and down the length, his eyes on her breasts as she managed to remove her shorts and panties. His eyes dropped to her pussy and she moved closer again. His hand reached out and he rubbed her clit before he urged her to straddle his hips. He held her thighs as she hovered above his thick cock, her body on fire with the need to have him inside her.

Death spread her open and his cock rested against her opening but when she would have taken him into her, he stopped her. He held her thighs making it impossible for her to slide down over him and she let out a tortured moan. He stared at the junction of her thighs where his cock just barely entered her and seemed to be counting. Jamie didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him but she needed him inside her badly. She wiggled trying to get him to let her sink down on his thick rod.

“Stop, baby. I need just a second or I’m going to come the minute I get inside you,” Death growled.

“I don’t care. I need it,” Jamie moaned, still wiggling.

“Fuck,” Death murmured, his hands tightening on her thighs as a groan escaped him. “I can’t yet or you won’t get what you need, baby. Just give me a minute.”

“No, I need it now,” Jamie said and she pressed down taking about an inch more of his cock into her. She heard the growl right before he gave up and slammed his hips upward sinking his whole cock into her soaked pussy making her moan. Her hands landed on his chest, her teeth biting her lip as she stayed there for a moment, her body clenching and unclenching around him as she tried to catch her breath. Death seemed to be just as breathless as she was and his hands grabbed her hips.

“Move, baby. Fucking move on me before I lose my fucking mind.” Death was pushing up into her as he lifted her hips away, his words sounding like grunts and almost incoherent.

“Death,” she cried, her hands on his shoulders as she began to lift herself and fall back onto him in a wild uncontrollable ride.

“Fuck yeah, that’s a good girl,” Death growled, his hands helping her hips move up and down as he thrust up to meet her. Jamie leaned forward with her hands on his shoulders trying to keep the rhythm going.

“Oh god,” she moaned when his cock hit a particularly good spot as she moved on him. Death was holding her hips hard and thrusting into her as she came down on his thick cock giving her exactly what she wanted.

“Ride me, baby. Ride me fucking hard,” Death commanded as he jerked against her, releasing an animalistic grunt as he lurched against her. “I’m going to come in a second. Fuck, baby, it’s so damned hot inside you.”

“Oh-hh yes, yes,” she moaned, her hips thrusting against his. His fingers were rubbing over her sensitive clit making her orgasm almost mind-numbing when it hit her. She felt her whole body freeze and she trembled.

Death roared, “Fuck yeah, that’s it, tighten that pussy up. Don’t stop moving.” His hand smacked her ass a little when she stopped riding him as her orgasm hit her and she moaned before she began moving on his cock again, her sensitive pussy still twitching.

“That’s my girl, keep me inside that sweet little pussy,” he muttered when she began to move again on his cock. His words made her body ache and she felt her desire begin to climb again as she moved up and down with him thrusting up into her with every downward stroke. He leaned forward taking her nipple into his mouth as his hands held her hips helping her ride him. Jamie knew another orgasm was building for her and she moaned trying to move faster but unable to get into a rhythm.

Death must have been as frustrated as she was because he suddenly rolled her beneath him and pushed her legs up as he angled his hips to take her in hard thrusts. He was slamming inside her hard enough to shake the bed and she could hear it banging against the wall.

“So fucking good,” Death muttered right before he roared as his body jerked inside her and she could feel him coming inside her. Jamie was trying to get off again before he stopped moving and was a little disappointed when he collapsed against her a moment later. He lay there above her for a few seconds before his hand slipped between them and he began rubbing her clit. It didn’t take long for her to come because she’d been almost there when he’d stopped and she felt her entire body shake with the power of her second orgasm.

“Sorry. I knew you were close but I couldn’t hold out anymore,” Death growled after a few minutes of them resting there with him beneath her again, having pulled out and rolled to the side after her second orgasm overtook her.

“It’s okay,” Jamie muttered, closing her eyes and resting against his chest, content to just lay here with him and enjoy the afterglow of their lovemaking. Death rubbed his hand up and down her side in a gentle caress while she completely relaxed. She was almost asleep when she heard his next words caress her head.

“You’re going to tell me what happened when you wake up. I won’t allow you to keep it from me.” Jamie wanted to protest but after using him to forget what happened she felt guilty not telling him, so she nodded and closed her eyes again falling into a deep sleep.

Jamie knew when she woke and Death was still in the room sitting beside her with a hand-held computer in his hand that he wasn’t likely to give up on his earlier question. She didn’t want to talk about what had happened with Thorn any more than she wanted to talk about what Slither had done when she was fifteen. Death set the computer down as soon as he saw she was awake, silently watching her. Damn, she should have pretended she was still asleep when she felt him in the bed next to her.

“Don’t even try to come up with a way out of telling me. You’re not going to put me off, sweetheart, so you might as well fess up. What happened earlier?” Death demanded, his look stern as he watched her.

“I wasn’t trying to think of a way out of telling you what happened,” Jamie lied, her eyes falling to his chest and her finger twirled the hairs there around her pinkie.

“Tell me,” Death gruffly commanded.

“Fine. It was Thorn. He thought because I was—um, because I was sleeping with you I should sleep with him too. It’s fine. I got away,” Jamie rushed to inform him when she saw the way his brows furrowed and his eyes darkened with rage.

“No, it’s not fine. I will handle this with your brother when he returns in an hour. You should get some more rest,” Death stated as he stood up beside the bed, his anger evident in the way his body was stiff and his eyes were narrowed. He leaned down and brushed a kiss over her forehead before he moved towards the door, his hands fisted at his sides and his lips in a tight line.

“Where are going?” she asked, watching him as she sat up, her hand holding the covers to her chest.

“To the kitchen,” he said as he pulled the door open and looked back at her.

Jamie had a feeling that wasn’t where he was going but she didn’t call him a liar. Instead she just watched him walk out before collapsing back onto the bed wondering what her brother would do when Death told him what happened to her earlier. He tended to be a little over-protective and what Thorn did was likely not going to go over well. She didn’t know what he would do to the man for trying to rape her. If it was left up to her, they’d just make him leave and not worry about it anymore but she knew her brother wasn’t going to see it that way.

Damn, she didn’t want to worry about Thorn trying to find a way to get back at her but she had a feeling if he were punished for what he’d done he would be gunning for her. He had always struck her as petty and creepy and that was never a good combination. Jamie lay back staring at the ceiling wondering if she should get up and follow Death. She couldn’t decide so she ended up lying there for twenty-five minutes before she fell asleep a second time still thinking about what she should do.

Death stood next to Crook as the two prospects Crook had enlisted dragged Thorn into the office. He was looking for Thorn when Crook had heard him asking a few prospects where he could find him and asked why he was looking for him. Death had ignored him at first but when Crook followed him around for fifteen minutes while he searched, he’d finally spoken to him. It hadn’t really been something he’d planned on explaining to Crook but since he had no idea what the man looked like he had. Crook had responded just as violently furiously as he had leaving him in no doubt that the other man cared for Jamie. It actually irked him a little because he had no idea what her relationship with Crook was. Were they friends or had they dated? He didn’t know but he knew that he wouldn’t like it if they had dated because he felt beyond possessive of Jamie.

Crook had been good for one thing at least because he’d told everyone to bring Thorn to him in Blade’s office when they found him. He was in charge until Lake and Blade returned so no one had questioned him. Death was damned glad because he was going to beat the fuck out of the little son-of-a-bitch when they released him. He was actually stepping forwards when Blade walked into the office behind the two men holding him. Blade’s brow raised and he could see that Blade wasn’t sure what was going on.

“May I ask why you’re all in my office, Crook?” Blade asked, addressing the man he’d left in charge. 

“Dismiss the prospects,” Death ordered, not wanting too many people knowing what Thorn had done to Jamie. Blade’s brow shot up and he watched Death for a long moment, likely debating if he should listen or not.

“Why?” Lake asked from beside him. Death could tell he still didn’t like him but at the moment he didn’t give a fuck.

“Because the conversation we are about to have isn’t one everyone in the club needs to hear,” Crook surprised him by responding.

“Wait outside,” Blade said and the prospects exited the room a few seconds later. “Explain.”

“Don’t listen to that fucker. Why are you letting a fucking Bandit tell you what to do?” Thorn demanded, his face twisted into a sly look.

“Shut the fuck up,” Lake said, moving into the room.

Thorn likely thought he was going to get away with what he’d done but that wasn’t happening while Death was still breathing. He couldn’t take it anymore and he stepped up to the man and punched him hard in the face repeatedly. He didn’t stop until Blade and Lake grabbed him after a few minutes. Thorn had tried to get away from him but Death hadn’t allowed it and the man was on the ground spitting blood on the carpet and whining like the little pussy that he was.

“Why are you beating Thorn? Crook, you could have helped us stop him. What the fuck, man?” Blade said as he stared between Crook and Death.

“He tried to rape Jamie,” Crook said flatly and it was like all the air was sucked from the room. Blade stiffened and his eyes turned a dark shade of grey that seemed to cloud over more the longer he spent processing those words.

“Fucking A,” Lake exclaimed, his fists clenching at his sides, and he was suddenly slamming Thorn’s head into the wall. He’d been helping the other man up when Crook had dropped that little bombshell on them and must have decided that he deserved a few extra licks.

“You fucking tried to do what?” Blade asked, his voice deadly and cold.

“I didn’t do anything. I don’t know what she told him to get away with trying to get me to fuck her. I wasn’t interested so she must have made shit up to get him to beat me up.” Death could feel rage eating him up because the little bastard was trying to get out of this by lying.

“You’re calling my sister a liar? Is that what you are doing?” Blade asked, a deadly edge entering his voice. Death knew that the other man had fucked up by saying that Jamie lied. He would have had a better chance convincing them if he’d said it was Death lying but apparently he was an idiot on top of being a fuckwad.

“I don’t know but she came onto me,” Thorn said from his position on his knees looking up at them.

“I see,” Blade said and Death could tell that he was about to explode but apparently Thorn was too stupid to notice because he smiled a bit, likely thinking that Blade was buying the bullshit he was spewing. Blade moved to the door, opening it and returning with the prospects.

“Put him in the interrogation chamber and make fucking sure he doesn’t get out or I will cut off your balls. He’ll be punished in the morning and I want it on all the feeds. I want every motherfucker in this compound to know that I will not tolerate this type of behavior. Get him out of my sight before I fucking kill him,” Blade said to the two prospects.

“I’ll go with them and watch him overnight. I want to be sure he doesn’t have a chance to escape,” Crook muttered and Blade nodded.

After they were gone, Blade turned to him and asked in a quiet tone that spoke volumes about his current mindset, “How’s my sister?”

“She’s fine. I took care of her,” Death said shortly, not liking the look he was giving him, as if he wouldn’t have made sure she was okay before he went in search of the bastard that hurt her.

“How bad was it?” Blade asked, rubbing a hand over his jaw and looking pained. Lake was pacing back and forth in the room, his hands tightly clenched. He stopped to look at Death and waited for him to speak.

“She escaped, that’s all she’d tell me. He left bruises on her wrists and she was distraught but I think she handled it well. I didn’t get a lot of detail from her because I wanted to be sure that I got to Thorn before he ran,” Death told them, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted from one foot to the other. In reality, he had been too angry to pry and that was unlike him. Normally he didn’t respond emotionally even if he was mad but something about Jamie made him lose his objectiveness.

“Are you sure it wasn’t an act? She’s good at acting like she’s okay and not really being okay,” Blade asked, looking at him after leaning back on his desk, his legs crossed along with his arms. Death wanted to punch the man because he wouldn’t have left Jamie alone unless he was sure she was stable emotionally after the attack. Her begging him to make love to her and then falling peacefully asleep in his arms were two signs that she was fine. He wasn’t about to tell her brother that though because it was none of the other man’s business.

“I wouldn’t have left her unless I was sure,” Death managed to grit out between his clenched teeth, trying not to roar at him. Blade watched him for a long moment then lifted his phone. Death wondered who the hell he was calling but got a clue when the person answered.

“Come to my office please, Jam-jam,” Blade said and despite having never heard the name, he knew Blade was talking to Jamie from the tone he used and the way his voice had softened. Death felt anger boiling in his veins because Blade hadn’t taken his word for it and had instead disturbed his sister’s rest.

When Blade hung up Death, his body stiff, growled, “I told you she was fine.”

“Yes, and I want to assure myself that’s true. You don’t know her as well as I do and I can’t trust that you know when she’s faking.” Blade didn’t budge, just stared at him, and the two of them glared at each other.

“I don’t know why you’re even still here. You should go back to your club and take a vote on helping us, not stay here and cause more trouble,” Lake muttered and Death turned his glare on him pissed that the man was trying to tell him what to do but he wondered at the same time if Lake wanted him away from Jamie so he could have her. That thought made his blood run through him like liquid lava burning him up from the inside with rage so hot he almost couldn’t stand it. Death wasn’t sure what it was about her that made him feel so possessive but he knew that he wouldn’t be likely to allow any man near her because if they so much as brushed a hand over her shoulder he’d want to murder them.

He was beginning to realize that Jamie meant something to him and even if he hadn’t figured out what it was yet, he knew that he wouldn’t be letting her go anytime soon. He leaned on the wall beside the door waiting to claim her when she walked in because no fucking way was Lake going to put his hands on her. He wouldn’t handle that well and with the rocky truce between them at the moment, if he killed Lake it likely wouldn’t make things better.

Jamie finally entered the room five minutes later wearing a pair of jean shorts and a light blue top that showed off her breasts nicely. A little too nicely for Death’s taste actually. He would have been okay with it if he was the only one benefiting from the view but with Lake in the room and who knew who else in the hall she’d run into, he didn’t like it. He stepped into her space the minute she moved inside the room and was gratified when she leaned into his side as he ushered her into his arms. His hands on her waist and her leaning on him seemed to annoy Lake, which made Death happy.

“You needed me for something?” Jamie asked, looking at Blade.

“Thorn. What happened, now,” Blade snapped, making Death want to knock his teeth in when she stiffened in his arms.

“Death told you,” she said flatly.

“Doesn’t matter who told me. What happened?”

“He grabbed me and tried to force me. I used the moves you taught me to get away. It’s that simple. It’s not a big deal,” Jamie insisted, trying to move away from Death but his hands tightened holding on to her. She tried for another moment but when his cock pressed against her lower back and his lips brushed over her hair, she seemed to relent and leaned into him again.

“It’s a big fucking deal, Jamie. He attacked you. I can’t allow things like that to go unpunished or others will think it’s okay to try it.” Blade seemed angry that she was making light of what had happened and he gained a little of Death’s respect for that.