Soul Ties (Club Ties #4) (24 page)

“I killed O’Dovey because I wanted Sarah.”

A cry left her. “It’s not true! O’Dovey came into my room and pushed himself on me. He was going to rape me. Everyone thought we’d been sleeping together, but we weren’t. He scared me and—”

“She’s lying. It was me. I stabbed him in the kidney because I knew it would take him down fastest.”

“No! I…I…” She spread her hands before her as if still seeing the blood. They trembled, pulsing up and down. Everyone saw it before Connall enveloped her hands in his own.

She broke. “He was controlling. Frightening. And I couldn’t get him off me.”

Jamison waved her over to him. It took everything in Connall to remain still while the prez took her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. “I know you said something to Ever.”

“Yes.”

Connall’s heart felt as if it were under the paddles but wouldn’t restart. Damn, she’d confided to her friend? They’d believe Ever over Connall any day.

“She told me she thought you were afraid of O’Dovey and didn’t look happy when he put his hands on you, but I let it go. It wasn’t my place to stop it unless you told me to.”

She drew up to her full height. “I took care of it myself. The only thing Connall did was check to see if he could help. When he couldn’t, he cleaned up the mess for me. He’s been protecting me all this time, but I’m prepared to take the blame. You can send me away or k-kill me. I don’t care anymore. Just leave Connall alone.”

“Hell, baby, don’t you realize I can’t go on without you?” The choked words burst from him, a dam burst.

She spun to meet his gaze. For a wild moment, he believed in the strength of their love—that they’d get through this.

“If you let her go, I’ll take the punishment.”

“No,” she said with force.

He searched her gaze. He’d do anything for this woman, and too late he’d made the decision to show her. Not anymore. “Then let us both go and we’ll leave the Sons. You’ll never hear from us again.”

Jamison was shaking his head before he’d completed the sentence.

“Are you buying this story, Prez?” Ace asked.

“Yeah, I am. I know my old lady, and she says Sarah’s been off for a while now. Long before O’Dovey came up missing, Ever told me she was worried about Sarah. Yes, I fucking do buy the story, Ace.”

Sarah collapsed to the bed, and Connall drew her across his lap, holding her while the higher powers decided their fate. There was no lying to get out of it now—Jamison’s mind was made up. His vote was law, and he believed Sarah had killed O’Dovey.

He gave a chin-nod at Connall. “You’ll show us where he’s buried.”

“Yeah,” he grated out. Sarah shook, and he held her closer.

“You’ll be punished for breaking our laws.”

“Anything,” he answered at once. Sarah tensed.

Jamison folded his arms over his chest. “Connall West, you’re sentenced to fighting for the Hell’s Sons whenever we ask it. We say jump into that ring, and you do it.”

He blinked. Sarah held her breath. That was his punishment? Using his fists for a club he loved? He nodded slowly. “And Sarah?”

“Sarah, you’re going to be with Ever a lot over the next few months as I clean up some shit with the Raiders. You’re going to watch over her for me, keep her calm and happy. Is that clear?”

A shiver ran through her that Connall knew more as arousal than relief. His own cock responded with a twitch.

She nodded.

“What was said in this room stays in this room.” Jamison looked to the other Sons. “Clear?”

“Yeah, boss,” they said at once.

“And nobody brings this up again. What’s done is done. O’Dovey’s dead and buried, and he deserved what he got. We protect our women first. Always. Connall did that, and we’re backing him.” Jamison’s tone brooked no arguments.

Ace grunted agreement and Drake nodded. Connall was stunned. The shit-storm was over? It seemed easy now, but if they’d gone to them right away and confessed, would it have been so easily forgiven? He had a feeling the mess with the Raiders had put things into perspective for Jamison.

“What can I do to rectify things with the Raiders? You’re making peace, right?” Connall gently pushed Sarah to her feet and stood to face his prez.

“You can start with your fists. They asked for a fair fight. He’s big. A fucking bull of a man, I hear. But you’re going to get in that ring with him.”

“Oh God,” Sarah said quietly.

“Tell me when.” Connall extended a hand, and Jamison took it. Gripped it hard and pulled him into a man-hug.

The roar of more bikes shook the walls of the house. Jamison and Connall exchanged a look. Then Connall threw her behind him as the fragile walls of peace crumbled. More bikes were riding on the house.

»»•««

Huge guys—six, seven feet tall—pouring into Connall’s house. Sarah was surrounded by Falcons cuts in seconds. Shouts sounded, and Connall’s was loudest.

“We’ve got an innocent woman here. Let us take her out!”

A deadly
click
raised the hair all over her body. She was raised with violence, and she’d know that sound anywhere.

Connall was looking down the barrel of a shotgun.

“I’ll do anything you ask, man. Just get her out.” Connall’s voice was strained.

“You’ve turned down our offer, Doc, and now we’re coming to show you who’s boss in this town, starting by taking this house as our clubhouse.”

“Offer? What the fuck are they talking about, West?” Jamison barked. The Hell’s Sons stiffened around her.

“I’m a Son,” he said simply, staring right at the Falcons president. “Whatever your beef is with me, I’ll stand up and take it. But let this woman go and leave my guys out of it.”

The other guys started to rip apart the room. In the front of the house, more crashes sounded. They were searching for something. Sarah quivered. She knew Connall, and he was a Son through and through. How was he tangled up with the Falcons?

The Falcons were wreaking havoc up and down Alabama since their initial strike on the Gearhead.

“Found it, boss,” one said, digging through a small pile of trash from Connall’s upended wastebasket. He straightened and held up a patch.

A Falcons’ patch. In Connall’s possession.

All the air in her lungs whooshed out. “I’m a Son.” Connall’s voice hardened further.

“There’s only one way to decline this invitation, Doc.” The man holding the shotgun lifted a brow as if awaiting a different answer from Connall.

He threw Jamison a look. “They want me to join them, and in return they’ll leave Heller’s Gap.”

Oh God. No.
Her legs felt like jelly, and she barely remained standing. If not for the Hell’s Sons surrounding her like bodyguards, she would have fallen. Through the gap between male bodies, she met Connall’s wild gaze.

He was trapped—do what was best for the club he loved or die right in front of her.

If the Hell’s Sons didn’t stand up for Connall…

“Connall, you can’t. You’re a Son,” Sarah yelled.

A scuffle. The gun fired. She found herself face down on the carpet surrounded by black leather. Fist thuds and grunts echoed, and outside a shot was fired. Another scream ripped from her.

The world shifted again as the room was torn apart. She was in someone’s arms, hurtling through the house. As soon as fresh air hit her lungs, she was shoved at someone else.

“Connall!” She twisted to see the house, where a war was on.

“Connall!”

Whoever was carrying her muffled her mouth with a big, ringed hand. She fought to free herself. When the prospect threw her into the van and shut the door, she scrambled for the handle.

“I can’t leave him,” she cried

The prospect just stared at her. She was trapped in the back. Throwing herself at the seats, she climbed over. But when she got to the front, the prospect’s back appeared in the passenger’s window. Another blackened the driver’s side.

While Connall faced the hell of the Falcons and the Sons, she was sitting here protected.

“I have to get out. I have to get out.”

She beat the window with her fists, but the prospects did their jobs. They didn’t budge or even look at her.

Staring out of the windshield, she saw a Son go into the house with a gas container.

“No. No. No!”

What was going on? A
Son
was carrying the gas can? What did this mean?

»»•««

Blood trickled from a cut on Connall’s eye, and his ribs creaked with every breath he took.

His house was trashed with overturned furniture and drawers ripped out and thrown on the floor. Someone had used a machete to hack into his sofa, and stuffing spilled everywhere.

But Sarah was safe.

The reek of gasoline filled his nostrils. They were going to torch his house.

When he saw the Son liberally sprinkling gas down the hall, he understood.

The Sons were backing him. The Falcons wanted the house to mark their territory and dig in to this community. But the Sons weren’t letting them have it.

Jamison jerked his jaw toward the window. Connall strode to it, threw it open, and the Sons began to jump through it. Then Jamison lazily lit a cigarette. He took one puff. Two.

And tossed it inside.

Connall ran like hell for the van and the muffled shouts of his woman. He wasn’t going to leave her side ever again.

When Connall stripped off his jeans, Sarah pasted a hand over her mouth. He was bruised. Heel prints layered over his ribs.

“I hurt you when I sat on your lap.”

“I remember pulling you down there.” He hooked a tendril of her hair in his finger and tugged her close. She swayed into him, palms against his broad chest. Their mouths collided, and she gasped at the raw, unharnessed passion there.

He twined her hair around his fist and yanked her head back to plunge his tongue deep. She trembled with need. If he didn’t have her thoroughly right now, she’d go mad.

Suddenly he whirled her to face away. When he skimmed hot kisses down her throat, her skin pebbled. Nipples straining, she reached back and found his cock. Hard. Huge.

“I need your sweet ass, love.” He caressed her cheek as his words exploded through her. She rolled his length over her palm, and his groan vibrated her back.

“Love?” she panted as he sucked her neck in the most sensitive spot.

“Yes, love. I fucking love you, Sarah.” He grazed her with his teeth, directly over the spot where her pulse beat erratically. She arched into him.

He clamped his hand on her pussy so hard she cried out. “I need this pussy.” Up to her breasts. “These tits.” Shoved his cock against her backside. “And this ass. After I’ve claimed all of them I’ll make you confess your love to me when we’re not under such dire circumstances.”

Her chest swelled with happiness even as her body knew he’d keep his promises.

Whirling her back, he nuzzled her nose to nose before kissing her with a tenderness that spoke so much more than words. He loved her, and she was head over her favorite black biker boots for him.

As soon as she responded to his caress, he lifted her. Stretching her beneath him, he stared into her eyes.

Her hips lifted on their own as he ground his cock into her pussy. Heat scalded through her body, and she couldn’t wait to get closer. He gripped her hem and ripped her shirt off. Then her bra hit the floor. When she was bare, he paused to worship her breasts.

“I’m a better man with you, Sweetheart.”

She cradled his face in his hands. “I’d do anything to see you smile at me, Connall.”

He gave her a crooked, bad-ass smile right before swooping in and claiming her lips. As they tangled tongues, she removed his sweats. His thick cock sprang into her hand, and she purred with delight.

He bit her lower lip, stealing the sound. “I need inside your hot body.” He leaned onto one hip to draw his sweats down and off. Pain flashed across his face, but it was as gone as soon as it arrived.

In one smooth glide, he entered her. Fucking slow and deep. When perspiration broke out on his forehead, he tucked her close and flipped her. Need rushed up. She tasted his desire, a heady, salty flavor she’d never get enough of.

As their gazes connected, her stomach dipped and soared. This was loving—true, deep loving.

Then he jerked his hips, slamming upward. She cried out. Again and again he demanded she give him something. He didn’t need to voice what—she knew by the constant growling noise leaving him.

With a scream, she came. Pulsing, spiking higher. Juices trickled from her pussy, and coated his every inch. Before she finished coming, he pulled free and turned her face-down.

Seconds later she felt cool liquid trickling over her ass crack and running into her pussy. He smoothed his thumb through it. Pressing on her asshole, he oiled his path. More lube and he began to work her with one finger and then two.

Small squeaks erupted from her. Pressures built and her pussy continued to clench and release. When she shoved against his hand hard, he issued a primal noise.

His fingers vanished and he slid his fat, lubed cock head over her pucker. She looked over her shoulder to see his fierce expression. “Take me. I’ll give you everything.”

“You won’t hold anything back from me.” With a slight push, he opened her. Easing inch by inch until he moved through her tightest point. Then he glided in with a long, throaty groan. She answered with a dusky noise of her own.

He went still, giving her time to adjust, but each panting breath against her neck turned her into a wanton. She pushed back. He grunted as her body swallowed him.

With a churn of his hips, he teased her. Five thrusts…six. A dark heat weaved through her, and she was helpless as her body climbed. Peaked.

He found her clit with his thumb as she tipped over the edge. “That’s it, love. Come for me. Come on.”

Turning her head sharply to the side, she begged for more. He licked up her throat to her ear.

Levering himself on his arms, he lost himself to her. Molten heat splashed her insides, and he rubbed her clit back and forth, sending her sailing once more.

As her release stretched on and on, she closed her eyes and breathed his scent on the sheets. Knowing she’d never again be parted from him. They belonged to each other.