Queen of Clubs (Desert Sons MC Book 2) (10 page)

“What… the massage?”

“God, yes. Nobody has ever given me one before, but damn does that feel good. Especially after all that walking.”

“Really? I always thought it was a myth that massaging a woman’s feet turned her on,” he said as he continued to caress.

“I didn’t know either. But it’s true. At least for me. So why are you doing it, if not to turn me on?”

He chuckled as he switched back to the other foot. “I don’t know. My feet are tried and I figured yours were too… so I thought I would try to make them feel a little better.”

“Aren’t you sweet? Keep it up and you might get to rub someplace else… with something other than your hands.”

He snickered and kept at it.

CHAPTER TEN

Tina was in the bath brushing her teeth when she heard another squeal from outside and rolled her eyes. She enjoyed a good party as much as the next woman, but the group next door, or three doors down, or wherever the hell they were, were getting out of hand. As best she and Jack could tell, there was a co-ed bachelor and bachelorette party going on in the motel. There had been squeals, shrieks of laughter, and the patter of running feet for the last two hours. They had peeked out of the window when they first heard the ruckus and they were thankful they were in their old room and not up by the pool. Their best guess put the number at between twenty-five and thirty men and women in various levels of intoxication.

The manager had been down to calm the group at least once, and for a while it had worked, but they were back at it again. Tina smiled as she spit out the toothpaste.
At least if Jack makes me scream tonight, nobody will hear. Or they will think it is the party goers,
she thought as she rinsed.

“I hope they don’t do that all night,” Jack said as she appeared from the bathroom.

“Why? I was just thinking that we could get as loud as we wanted and nobody would notice.”

Jack’s expression appeared thoughtful. “I hadn’t thought of it that way. I was thinking about sleeping.”

“You’re not planning going right to sleep I hope.”

“Who can sleep?”

“Good,” she said as she slipped into the bed.

Just before their lips touched someone tried to open their door and Jack sighed. “That’s twice someone has gotten the wrong room.”

“Brooke! Open the door!” a man’s voice bellowed outside as the door clicked and bumped. “Brooke! Open the fucking door!” the voice came again before he started banging on it.

“Goddammit,” Jack muttered as he rose from the bed and slipped on his pants before he pulled his weapon from its holster. She rose from the bed as well but kept her distance from the door. She was wearing a t-shirt that fell almost to her knees which said
Put Your Ass On Some Class
around the Harley-Davidson logo, so she didn’t have to hide in the bathroom. It was Jack’s shirt, but she had claimed it as a sleep shirt not long after she started sharing his bed.

Jack held the gun out of sight behind his back as he opened the door. “I think you have the wrong room buddy.”

“Oh! Fuck! Sorry, man. Sorry. I thought this was my room. Sorry,” the man said in his slightly slurred voice as he made placating gestures with his hands.

“No problem,” Jack said, keeping his voice even. “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“No. Okay. It won’t happen again. Sorry, man,” he said as he backed away from the door and Jack closed it again.

“You think that will take care of it?” she asked from the other side of the bed.

“I don’t know. Maybe. They’re completely shit-faced.”

“I know. But having someone banging on the door in the middle of the night, especially given our circumstances, would scare the shit out of me.” 

Jack sat on the bed, holstered his weapon, and pulled his pants off again before laying back. “You wearing that all night?” he asked as she joined him.

“What? This old thing?” she asked as she pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor.

“That’s better,” he said as she snuggled in beside him.

“Much,” she agreed. They look into each other’s eyes for a moment before they kissed slowly to let their desires build. As the kiss began to deepen, a woman squealed somewhere nearby and two pairs of running feet pounded by their door a few minutes later.

“I wish they would just hurry up and go back to their rooms and start fucking. This is ridiculous,” Tina said as the sound pulled her out of the kiss.

“Forget about them,” Jack said as he once again captured her lips with his own.

“I might need some help.”

Rather than answer, Jack brushed a finger softly along her womanhood and the unexpected touch made her shiver. “Something like that?” he teased.

“Oh… that’ll work nicely,” she said with a smile as she pulled his lips back to hers.

As the kiss deepened, the shrieks of laughter and slamming of doors faded into the distance until it was as if they were the only two people in the universe. Jack pulled back and began to kiss along her body before he paused at her breast to tease the nipple erect with his tongue. As he worked over her breast with his lips and tongue he waited just long enough to slick his finger with saliva before he carefully parted the lips to her most intimate area. He slathered his finger gently to pick up her wetness before he slowly stroked her, teasing her button from hiding.

Tina groaned softly as she pulled his head more firmly to her breast, encouraging him to continue his ministrations in that one spot. There was another shriek from somewhere but she no longer cared. She smiled… if she were lucky, she would be doing some shrieking of her own a little later.

She began to move her hips as she drove her womanhood harder into his finger. He left her breast and moved back to her lips, and she kissed him hungrily. When he added his thumb to the fray and gently pinched her clit between finger and thumb she groaned hard and tipped her head back into the pillow as she broke the kiss. The move exposed her throat and he took full advantage.

She felt an orgasm rush down on her as he pinched her gently, only to stall at the last possible moment. She tingled as she hovered in erotic agony and when he rolled her clit between his fingers again an electric current of pure pleasure burning along her nerves.

“Fuck…” she moaned as his lips skipped and danced along her neck. She grabbed his head and pushed him back to her breast as she desperately sought her release. 

He moved to her breast as he continued to stroke the hard little button that had appeared. Again he tweaked it gently between finger and thumb, and Tina shuddered hard, then grabbed his wrist as she bucked, writhed, and twisted up on herself. As she struggled in the throes of a hard orgasm she pulled her upper body off the bed and rolled to her hips, still holding his hand tight.

“Stop! Stop, stop, stop,” she whispered as she clamped her legs together on his hand. “Fuck…”

He stilled his hand until she began to relax, and then wiggled his finger again. She jumped as if stung as a sound—part gasp, part grunt—escaped her, and he smiled. As she relaxed again he began to tickle her womanhood gently while kissing her. They kissed eagerly as her hand released his wrist and went to his head, the other to his cock.

They masturbated each other slowly until Tina gently pushed Jack to his back. “Just lay back… I’m going to take good care of you tonight,” she cooed. She followed his gentle roll and placed a leg to either side of his hips as he pulled her into another kiss.

Even though Tina had worn his ass
out
this morning, having her press his cock between their bodies and stroke him with her pussy was driving him crazy. He finally broke the kiss, unable to catch his breath.

“What’s the matter, tough guy? Feel good?” she teased softly.
It must feel good! I just came and if it feels this good to me, I don’t know how he stands it,
she thought as she watched his face twist in ecstasy. He groaned, low and deep in his chest, and she smiled as his sounds of pleasure heated her up. She stopped her thrusts just long enough to insert him into her before she began again… her own sounds of pleasure now mixed with his.

“I’m going to come… you’re going to make me come,” he whispers only minutes after Tina took him as he fought a losing battle against his need.

Her own orgasm began to overtake her and she thrust harder as she tried to force Jack to orgasm and not waste her chance to best him as he had done her so many times before.

“Don’t you come,” she sneered as she increased the pressure on him.

Jack gasped as Tina’s words ripped at what little control he had left. “I can’t hold it.”

Before she could answer she hears the brief
whoop
of a police siren as the strobing red and blue lights leaked around the heavy window curtain. She was close to coming, but the police outside their door was like a splash of cold water.

“Fuck!” she snarled as she threw herself off Jack and scrambled for clothes.

He was just seconds from being overcome by his orgasm when Tina hissed and leapt from the bed. He cried out softly in frustration as she left him aching, but then the flashing lights registered and he felt that rarest of all thrills… the rush of impending doom.

“Those fuckers!” Tina snarled as she pulled her pants on without bothering with panties. She didn’t have time for niceties at the moment. “They sold us out!”

Jack leapt from the bed, and then realized there was no point in running now. If the cops were there for them, it was too late to get away. And if they weren’t, bursting out half-dressed would only raise suspicions. “Tina! Wait!”

“What do you mean, wait? We have to go!”

“Wait a minute! Let’s think about this!”

“Time for thinking is over, Jack! Marshall or Seth fucked us!” she cried as she snatched up her helmet.

He grabbed her by the arm. “Wait a minute!”

Tina shook his arm off. “I’m not going back inside, Jack! Not if I can help it. If we go right now we might be able to get away before they figure out which room we are in!” She started for the door again and grabbed the keys for her bike.

He took her arm again, more firmly this time. “Just wait a minute. Think about what you are doing!”

“Fuck that! If you want to stay here and get caught, be my guest! But I’m leaving!” she yelled as she tried to jerk her arm free.
What’s wrong with him?!

“Tina! Stop it!”

She swung her helmet and it connected solidly with his shoulder. He grunted and stumbled away as he released his grip on her arm. She grabbed his pants with same hand that held the key and turning toward the door. Before she could open it his hand was against the door, holding it shut.

“No.” His voice was soft but full of steel.

She swung the helmet again, aiming for his head this time but he caught her arm easily and twisted the helmet from her grip. “Tina! Stop!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shouted.

“I can’t let you go out there.”

“Fuck you!” she said trying to shove him out of the way.

They struggled for a moment before he had enough. He picked her up and threw her hard down on the bed. “Goddammit, would you stop!” he said as he pinned her down.

“You don’t know what it’s like inside! I can’t go back!” she yelled as she struggled.

“They’re not here for us! And even if they are, it’s too late!”

“It wouldn’t be if you would fucking let me go!” she snarled as she twisted and kicked at him.

“I can’t let you go out there! You could get hurt… or killed! I couldn’t stand that. I love you, Goddammit, and I couldn’t stand to lose you!”

Suddenly she was still as stone. “What?”

He felt himself flush at what had slipped out in the heat of the moment. “If they are here for us and we run, they will chase us down. If we crash the bike we could get hurt, or killed. If they are not here for us, running now will only look suspicious. Do you think they would announce they were here for us with their siren and lights? Think about it!”

Tina considers his words for a moment and then sags. “No.”

“They are probably here for the drunks.”

“But what if they are not?”