Authors: Kati Wilde
Tags: #motorcycle club romance, #erotic romance, #novella
Having It All (7 page)
I let out a ragged breath. “I think it is.”
Saxon
Landauer comes by the ranch house two evenings later. Red goes out on the porch to greet him. I stay with Jenny in the kitchen, where she’s chopping tomatoes. Her dark hair’s up, so I kiss her bare nape before drawing her back against my chest. Her heart is racing.
“All right?” I ask softly and she nods.
Good. I kiss the side of her neck before grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge. I offer one to the sheriff as he comes through.
Hat in hand, he shakes his head. “Still on duty.”
I nod and open one for Jenny. Landauer looks us over. I’m pretty damn sure what he’s looking for. But the only one who walked off that compound with an injury was Zoomie—a flesh wound in her upper arm—and the women we found chained up.
I didn’t look back as I walked away from House Nine. I simply told Red to burn it down.
Landauer’s gaze settles on Jenny. “My son tells me that you’ve been showing him around your place, teaching him a little about brewing.”
“Hashtag?” Her brows shoot up. The prospect isn’t shadowing her anymore but he’s been showing up at her barn for a few hours every day. She’s already asked me if hiring him will create any conflicts within the club. “I didn’t realize he was your son.”
“His mom and I haven’t been together for a while.” He clears his throat and shifts his hat from his right hand to his left. “Anyway. He seemed real interested in what you were doing.”
She grins. “Every guy that age is interested in beer.”
“True.” His amusement tightens into a grave expression. “You probably know the reason for my visit.”
“We can guess, or you can make it real explicit,” Red says.
“You heard about those six women who showed up at that church in La Pine?”
Jenny grimaces. “I read about it this morning. Are they all okay?”
“I suppose in cases like that, ‘okay’ is relative. They’re better off than they were.” He scratches the side of his jaw but he’s watching her close. “They came off the Eighty-Eight’s farm.”
Her pink lips part in sheer surprise. Brow creasing, her gaze shoots to me, then back to Landauer. Her shock’s genuine. Red and I haven’t said a damn word about it. “They were trafficking women?” Then surprise bleeds into anger.
“Women?”
“Seems like.” He shrugs. “It’s just what I hear. Like the rumors that the investigation’s going to be taken away from Deschutes County and put into federal hands. Something about them finding weapons that suggest a big cartel was all mixed up in it, and the women saying that they thought it was law enforcement or military who came for them.”
A cartel?
Jesus H. Christ. “What cartel?”
I’m not faking my surprise, either. Blowback has some goddamn giant balls, that’s for sure.
“That’s all I hear. Except for what I came to tell you about.” He looks to Jenny again. “The medical examiner just confirmed that some of the remains they found in a burned-out house belonged to Luke Reichmann.”
Her face stills. She stares at him for a long second, then her eyes fill. “Are you sure?”
“We’re sure.”
Her breath catches and shudders. The next second she’s in my arms, burying her face against my chest. “You don’t have to do it,” she whispers and her tears soak into my shirt. “You don’t have to.”
“I would have fucking liked to,” Red says, his voice hard and rough, and I don’t think he’s acting. He doesn’t resent that I did it, but he’d have liked to.
I don’t say anything. There’s no hiding my satisfaction and I’ll let Landauer make of it what he will. He’s got his suspicions but he’s got his doubts, too. But there can be absolutely no doubt that it makes me damn happy to think about Reichmann dead.
And this woman in my arms—she’s protecting me, even now. Having my back, even now. My back, her dad’s, and every one of my brothers. Crying against me, but so damn strong.
“Anyway.” Landauer dons his hat. “I just wanted to let Miss Erickson know that Reichmann won’t be bothering her again.”
She turns toward him, sniffling and shuddering and wiping her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you
so
much.”
Just fucking amazing.
• • •
Jenny
I’m reading in the window seat when Saxon comes out of the shower with just a towel around his hips. God. I let my book fall to my lap and drink in all that thick, gleaming muscle and tanned skin. He went in to get his wounds checked out today and the bandages are smaller now. Just a patch against the side of his neck and a square over the worst part of his shoulder. His dark hair’s still damp. He doesn’t have it pulled back, and the ends fall even with his strong jaw. For now, he’s been shaving instead of growing his beard back, and I can’t decide which I love more. He looks big and mean and sexy either way—and all mine.
I’m about to get in so much trouble.
I come up off the seat. “So are you taking off now?”
“Taking off?” He stops in front of the closet. His gaze slides down over my tank and sleep shorts, and a hot shiver races across my skin. “Where?”
“Back to your place, I guess. Since I don’t need protection anymore and that’s the only reason you’re here.”
Dark blue eyes shoot up to meet mine. His face is like granite and he’s got that old look in his eyes, the one that says it’ll be dangerous to take another step.
So I step closer. “But I suppose there’s probably a bunch of other girls now who might want your protection. Especially since you apparently have this need to go around saving girls in trouble. But I’m not in trouble anymore, so…”
I trail off with a shrug. I’m close enough now to feel his warmth, to breathe in the clean soapy smell of him. His eyes are still locked on my face.
His voice is rough. “I told you I liked your pussy, princess.”
“So you’re going to stay for that?”
“Fuck, yeah, I am.”
All at once his strong arm snags around my waist and he hauls me up against his broad chest, striding toward the bed. He tosses me into the middle and comes after me, catching my ankles as I scramble back. Excitement sizzles every nerve. The friction of the sheet against my skin is a warm burn when he drags me toward him again.
“And because this is all mine now. This bed. My place here with you.” Hard fingers rip my shorts and panties down my legs. “And especially this sweet pussy. So, yeah, I’m going straight to my place.”
His hands grip my knees and spread them wide, pinning them to the bed. Oh, my God. I’m displayed like a butterfly and his head lowers without hesitation, licking a slow path from my entrance to my clit. His hot mouth closes over that aching bud of flesh and sucks hard.
I scream, my hips bucking. He growls and goes for another slow taste followed by a rough lick, lashing his tongue over my clit. It’s so good, too good, I almost can’t bear it and then almost cry when he lifts his head.
“So wet. You want my cock, Jenny? Isn’t that what you’re here for—my big cock?”
Filling me. Because I’m empty and aching. “Yes.
God,
yes.”
“Get on your knees, then.”
But he doesn’t wait for me to move. Hard hands on my hips, he turns me onto my stomach and drags me up to my knees. I come up on my elbows but he pushes my upper body back to the bed, his palm between my shoulder blades holding me down.
His long fingers slick through my pussy. Helplessly I moan, my hands curling against the sheets. Anticipation is a hot burn.
“Look at you, so ready for me.” Each word is strained, his voice harsh. At the edge of control. “So fucking pretty. You want my cock?”
My body’s shuddering in desperate need. “So much.”
“I’m going to make you take every inch, Jenny.” He slicks the broad crown between my pussy lips, parting me. My hips rock back and the pressure of his hand between my shoulder blades increases. “No fucking moving. You just
take
it. All right?”
“Yes,” I gasp into the sheets, shaking, then tensing as he pushes against me, into me, stretching my sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans and I know he’s watching his big cock sink slowly into me. “How much do you want, princess?”
Everything he has to give. “All of it.”
“You can’t take all of it yet,” he says and begins to withdraw. Oh, God. It feels like he’s catching every nerve, pleasure sparking through my need-swollen flesh. He groans and pauses with the head of his cock lodged just inside me, and I know he’s looking at the wetness coating his taut skin and the stretch o
f my pussy lips around his shaft. “Spread your knees a little more—oh, fuck, yeah. You like that, too? Your pussy’s clenching all around me.”
I can’t answer, my breath coming in gasping little sobs. At this angle the head of his cock feels huge, pressing harder against my inner walls. I cry out as he begins to push deeper, and the sensation intensifies with every inch, until I can’t feel anything but that thick length wedged inside me.
“No, princess. You fucking keep still and take it,” he snarls, and I realize that I’m bucking against him again, crying and writhing against the hand holding me down and the cock stuffing me full. He bottoms out and then pushes deeper, because he knows I come hardest that way, but I’m already almost there and don’t know if I can take that now, too.
But I know he’s going to make me. Because his fingers dig into my hip, holding tight, and that means he’s going to fuck me hard.
Oh, God. “Saxon—”
He pulls back and shoves deep and I’m screaming, need and pleasure like a rocket burning through every nerve inside me, and he just gives me more, fucking into my clenching flesh with long deep strokes, hitting the end of me and going deeper until I can’t take it, can’t take it anymore. The orgasm detonates through me, throwing my head back and arching my spine. My pussy clamps around his thick cock, still sliding back and forth inside me. Saxon groans and pumps harder, harder, falling forward over me, his chest heaving against my back and his mouth hot against my ear. He slams deep and his every muscle goes rigid, shaking against me as he comes.
“Love you.” His breath shudders against my neck and he gently kisses my sweaty skin. “I love you so fucking much, Jenny.”
My heart full, I reach back and slide my fingers into his damp hair. “That’s a good reason to be here.”
“I’ve got more.” His blue eyes dark, he rolls to the side and takes me with him. “It doesn’t matter if it’s here or at my house or in a fucking tent—I’ve never had so damn much. I have everything. I’m like a fucking king, just because I’m holding you.”
Throat clogged with emotion, I pillow my head on his chest and hold him tight.
“Don’t you start crying.” Lightly, he swats my ass. “Go check your nightstand.”
Lifting my head, I give him a narrowed look, but he just says, “Get to it, princess,” so I grin and slide across the bed. Inside the drawer, a new note lies folded beside the old tattered one.
I’ll NEVER leave you. And I’ll ALWAYS love you.
Now put this back in the damn drawer and get over here and kiss me.
—Sax
So I do.
• • •
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