Wanted: County Knights MC (14 page)

              “I never needed to before. You always did what I said, you never gave me trouble.” The pad of his thumb ran over my cheek bone, wiping away the wetness there. “But you’ve grown up, and seem to have forgotten how protective I am. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, and to do that, I need you to follow what I say.”

              I didn’t always do what he said. That was how he ended up in juvie to begin with, but I didn’t bring that up again. The darkness had left his eyes, and he was being gentle, I didn’t want to change that. Not yet.

              “I need you to be honest with me, too.” I pushed my way out of his arms, still ignoring the fact my ass was bared and probably burnt red. “I need to know what’s going on, and why you don’t like me talking with the cops. You said yourself I need to get to the station to give a statement about the accident.”

              He dragged a hand through his hair. “Let’s talk about that later.” He reached for me and when I tried to step back, he lunged forward and caught me, yanking me to his chest and kissing me soundly. “It’s time for your reward,” he murmured against my lips.

              His hands slid down my torso, down lower to where the tense bundle of nerves waited for his touch. One finger slipped into my folds, running over my clit. “Okay.” I found myself agreeing, and pushing my pelvis to his hand. “Just don’t stop doing that,” I said.

              “Oh, getting bossy?” he teased. I didn’t answer him. Gently he pushed me on the bed, the comforter rubbed against my raw ass, but I didn’t care. His fingers were still toying with my clit, rubbing it in circles, down and up, harder, softer. I’d never felt so many sensations at one time. “You’re soaking wet for me.” He sat beside me and leaned down to kiss me. “Such a wet pussy.” Two fingers slid inside of me, filling me. I arched my hips, wanting him to go deeper. 

              He pulled his hand away from me and yanked up my shirt. “Open.” He pressed the material to my mouth. I parted my lips, and he shoved the fabric into my mouth. “Don’t let go. Understand?” I nodded and bit down on my shirt. He smiled and placed a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. How something so innocent could take on such an erotic flavor fell beyond my comprehension at that moment.              

              My bra clasped in the back, but that didn’t get in his way, he reached under me, unclasping it and pulling my bra from my body. My nipples were already hard, but when his warm tongue touched me they tightened even more. I arched upward, seeking out his hand. He chuckled a little before he re-inserted his fingers. I gasped at the sudden sensation but didn’t drop the shirt.

              His lips wrapped around my nipple while his teeth grazed over the sensitive nub. He groaned while he suckled my breast and I dug my hand into his shoulder as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of me faster and harder. “Fuck. Please. Please, Jackson. I need you.” I opened my legs further, nudging him with my knee.

              “Not until I say, Anna,” he mumbled into my breast before moving to its twin. As the heel of his palm rubbed my clit and his fingers filled me, I cried out from the pressure of my orgasm building low in my belly. I would explode if he didn’t help me.               

              “Please,” I said again. “Please fuck me.” I pushed his shoulder.

              He shifted his position so that he was settled between my open thighs, his hands pushed them apart further. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” He stared down at me, and I wanted his touch even more at that moment. 

              I watched him lift his shirt and toss it to the ground, then unbutton his jeans, pushing them down over his hips and pulled free from his legs. I wasn’t sure how he got his boots off so quick, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Before he tossed his jeans to the floor he dug out a condom from his wallet. I wondered for a moment how many he kept in there, but decided I’d ask later.

              Rolling the latex down his thick length he grinned at me. “What was it you wanted again?” he teased.

              “You. Please, just you.” I reached up to touch him and he leaned into my palm, letting me caress his jaw. His five o’clock shadow made his cheek rough beneath my touch.

              His lashes covered his eyes, and the edge of his smile went higher. He leaned down, his chest rubbing my still wet nipples as he claimed my mouth for another kiss. The ink of his tattoo pressed against my breasts, while the head of his cock teetered at my entrance. I arched upward, trying to get him to move, but he just laughed and pulled back.

              “Now, didn’t you learn yet? Who controls this?”

              I licked my lips. “You do. But if you don’t hurry up, you are going to see what a brat I can really be.” It was an empty threat, and his chest rumbling laugh told me he knew it too.

              My arms circled around him, pushing my pussy further against his cock. Slowly, painfully slow, he inched into me. The sensation of being stretched and filled by his thickness nearly took the breath out of my chest. My hands fell away from his shoulders, gripping the bed beneath me as he finally pushed himself all the way to the hilt. He ground his pelvic bone into my clit, further driving me to the brink I already teetered on.

              “Fuck.”
              “That mouth of yours is really going to get you into trouble.” He chuckled, easing his way out of me just as slowly as he’d entered me. “The only time I want to hear that word come out of that pretty mouth of yours is when I’m fucking you. Any other time and I may just wash your mouth out with soap.”

              A full force thrust and he was back inside of me, completely knocking the wind out of me. I pulled my knees back, enjoying him rolling his eyes back at the tightness this caused for him. “Fine. Fine.” I agreed to make him start moving again.

              “You like the idea of me punishing you, don’t you?” He slid away from me again, and I wanted to cross my eyes and scream from the frustration. He yanked the shirt from my mouth. “Tell me.”

              “I do, Jackson. I like you in control.” It wasn’t a lie. “Please, now will you fuck me?”

              He braced himself up on his arms, his biceps tightening and his eyes darkening. He thrust fiercely, making me cry out from the sudden fullness. “Say it again. Now or I stop.”

              If he made good on his threat, I’d probably cry like a baby. “I love you in control. I love it,” I said with wide eyes, clamping my arms around him. “Please. Now, Jackson.”

              “You beg so prettily, next time I think I’ll make you do it on your knees.” Arching his spine he slid out of me to the very tip of his cock. I whined, afraid he was leaving me again, but he slammed forward. Without missing a beat he continued the torture, pulling out and slamming forward again and again until I squealed with frustration. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking hot.” He finally stopped tormenting me and thrust hard in again and again.

              I pressed my feet against the bed, matching his thrusts with my own hips, trying to quicken his pace. But Jackson never moved faster than he wanted, and when he gave me a warning pinch to my hip, I followed his lead. 

              “Please. Please.” I’d never begged for anything until Jackson had put his hands on me only a day ago. Since then, I couldn’t seem to stop begging him. 

              Pressing his lips to mine, he cut off the sound of my moaning. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring everywhere and driving me even closer to my end. When he released me, he stared down into my eyes, his hot breath moving quickly over my cheeks. The burn of my ass barely noticeable anymore, I moved along with him, trying to drag him to the same place I was.

              His hands moved to my hips, pinning me down. Leaning down, he took my nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue circling my nipple.

“Oh!” I cried out. 

              “Come for me, babe. You’re so close, I can feel it. God, your pussy feels so good around my cock.” 

As though my body had been waiting to hear him say the words, my orgasm swept through me, rocking my body hard.  

              My thighs clamped down around his waist, crying out with each new wave of pleasure as it crashed into me. His own eyes rolled, and his hips bucked two more times before he stilled over me, lost in his own release. A low growl escaped him as I floated back down from my own orgasm.

              “God damn.” His head rested on my shoulder. “If we had done this in high school, I would have killed anyone who came near you.” Meant as a joke, but said with an undercurrent of such seriousness, I felt compelled to kiss his bare shoulder.

              “If we had done this in high school, I probably would have done more to track you down after you left.” Not that I could have done more, other than hiring a private detective.

              After kissing my forehead once more, he slid backwards. The sensation made me want to pull him back in, but he was already off the bed and walking to the door. I let myself admire his ass while he walked. Firm, muscular, just like the rest of him.

              I listened as the water turned on in the adjoining bathroom and slid off the bed while he was gone. I slid my shirt back down over my body. I pulled my jeans back up and stuffed my bra and panties into the back pockets. 

              I wanted to climb into his bed, to snuggle against him while slept like we had the night before. But one phrase kept me from doing so, kept me from giving into the intimacy the moment suggested.

             
While you’re mine. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JACKSON

Fuck. The innocent girl I knew, the one who blushed when I tried stealing a kiss at her locker, had been replaced by a confident woman who responded to every touch with an electrifying heat. 

              Nothing felt better than having her in my arms. Spanking her with my belt hadn’t been as much fun as I thought it would be. I’d never punished a girl before, not for real. Play spankings were one thing, my cock got hard just at the mention, but a real spanking—it sucked. I couldn’t’ explain why I felt so compelled to go through with it. Truth be told, she hadn’t pushed that hard. But I didn’t want her to push me, not like that. Every tease, every pick at me felt like a boundary being tested.

              When I carried her up to my bedroom I hadn’t fully formulated my plan, but I knew I was going to spank her, though I knew that was going to happen regardless of her behavior. For only a brief moment did I fear she would choose to walk out of the room instead of taking what I offered, but I knew her body better than she did. Her fingers rubbed together at her side, a nervous trait that told me she was going to do something she didn’t really want, or wasn’t sure she wanted to. I’d seen her to it a few dozen times in school when she needed to give a presentation in a class. As soon as I saw her fingers start moving, I knew she’d be bent over the bed in no time. She just needed her brain to catch up to her body.

              I finished tossing the condom in the trash, grabbed a towel for her and headed back to my room. Empty.

              Her clothes were gone, and the door to my room was open. Annoyed, I jammed my legs into my jeans and went in search for her. Didn’t we just talk about this? Well, I supposed I hadn’t told her to stay put, but it damn well was implied!

              “Anna!” I called down the stairwell. Nothing. I ran down the carpeted steps, checking the living room and kitchen. Both empty. She wouldn’t’ have been stupid enough to try to hail a cab at that time of night. It was nearing midnight and cabs didn’t run too often in my area.

              Her backpack was gone from the kitchen, but I noticed her phone lying on the kitchen island. Either she left it behind, or she was still in the house. Deciding to check the upstairs bathroom, I took the stairs two at a time, each second of searching for her only compounding my annoyance.

              When I reached the top of the staircase I noticed a thin beam of light coming from beneath the guest bedroom door. As I approached it, I heard a soft humming. I slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. Anna lay on the bed in her t-shirt. Her jeans and underwear were neatly folded in a pile on the nightstand beside her. Her nose was buried in a text book while she laid on her stomach reading, her feet swaying above her to the music playing on the clock radio. Her head bounced right then left, then right again as the tempo picked up and she started singing along.

              The sight reminded me of a simpler time. When I would watch her study in much the same fashion. I pushed the door open the rest of the way and leaned against the doorjamb, waiting for her to realize I’d found her. I examined her as though I’d not seen her before. The curves of her chin and nose were soft, gentle. Her legs were strong, but still held the feminine curves I loved so much. One red welt peaked out from under shirt across her ass and my stomach twisted. She left before I could be sure her ass was okay. After a few more minutes of my staring at her, I cleared my throat.

              Her feet stilling in the air, and she slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. Damn, she was beautiful. “Hey.” I walked over to the bed. Pushing her legs over, I sat down. “You left this downstairs.” I dropped her phone on the opened textbook.

              “Thanks.” She forced a small smile. 

              “I need to look at your ass.” I reached for the hem of her shirt but she yanked away. “Anna, I just want to be sure you’re okay.” After searching my expression for a silent moment she nodded and rolled back onto her stomach. My fingers traced the welt. The other four strokes hadn’t left a mark, those red lines were nearly all faded, but one welt stood up off her skin. When I touched it, she sucked in her breath. “I’m sorry, babe. I would have taken care of this right away, but you left before I could.” Examining it more, I was relieved the skin hadn’t broken at all. It would probably bruise a bit, but wouldn’t last more than a day or two.

              I pulled her shirt back down and let her roll back over to face me. “I thought you’d like your room back.” She sat up, scooting against the headboard.

              “Why would I want that?” I climbed over her and lay beside her, resting my head on her thighs. Her hand sunk into my hair, running her fingers along my scalp. “I want you in my bed, Anna. That’s where you belong.” I kept my voice even. No need to scare her.

              “I needed to get some reading done.”

I was sure she did have something to work on for school, but that had nothing to do with her leaving my bedroom. She could have brought that book into my bed.

              “If I look up and that lip of yours is sucked into your mouth, I’m going to kiss you until you can’t breathe, and then I’m going to ask you to repeat the first expectation I gave you tonight.” Before she could react, I rolled over and looked up at her. Sure enough that corner of her lip was stuck behind her teeth. I laughed and pulled her down to kiss me. “Now. What was the first expectation?”

              “Always be honest,” she whispered.

              “So tell me the truth. Why’d you move in here?”

              She looked down at me, her lips parted as she took slow breaths. “I…once this is all done, and you finally admit that I’m safe, you’ll leave again, and I don’t want it to hurt like it did all those years ago.” 

              Her words cut me as easily as any kitchen knife would have. “Anna, I never meant to hurt you, that’s not why I left.”

              “Then why? Tell me. What made you stay away from me? Why wouldn’t you let me see you, and why run away when you got out? I tried to find you, looked for you everywhere. A few of your old friends told me to back off, that if I couldn’t’ find you it was because you didn’t want to be found, but I kept looking.”  

              Picturing a younger version of this woman before me searching the streets of Chicago, going to all of my old haunts alone just to find me, turned my stomach. “Anna—”

              “No holding back. You said you expected me not to keep things from you, but here you are doing it to me.” Her eyes hardened as she stared down at me.

              “Fine.” I sat up and hopped off the bed. If I was going to tell her everything she wanted to know, I couldn’t do it with her touching me. Not even casually. “When I got sent away, all I could think about was who the hell was going to watch over you. For weeks I made calls to my friends, making them check up on you, making sure Todd and that bastard of a step-dad stayed away from you.  You coming out to see me was a dumb thing to do. You had to take that bus all the way there, it wasn’t safe. I figured if I didn’t see you, you wouldn’t take the chance again.”

              “You didn’t want me on the bus?” She looked at me like I had grown a second head.

              I ignored the question. “When I got out, I got picked up by a biker club. County Knights. They took me in, gave me an apartment and I worked with them on cars and shit. First just doing rebuilds, regular maintenance that short of crap. But then the president, he wanted me to do some special projects. Before I knew it, I was stealing cars, stripping them, and selling off the parts.” I didn’t look at her, I just kept leaning against the dresser with my hands stuffed in my jeans. “The pay was awesome, I got  girls whenever I wanted, everything was going fine. In my second year with the club, prez put me in charge of a small crew. I got to call the shots, what cars we took, where we sold the parts, everything. I just had to report back to him with results. The pay got better, the girls were chasing me down, so I kept going. Fast and hard. My life was the fucking club. But I got fucking cocky, stole the wrong car and got busted. Right back to jail they sent my ass, only I wasn’t a minor anymore and they sent me to prison. Spent a year locked up.”

              “Jackson.” The small voice nearly chewed me up. I didn’t want or need her pity. The decisions were mine and I lived by them. Good or bad, it was my life and I wasn’t going to apologize for any of it.

              “When I got out that time, I wanted out of the car shit. But prez wouldn’t let me out of it, said he needed me to keep running the crew ’cause he was getting too much heat from the cops. See, the club runs an actual garage, completely legit, but he runs his illegal shit through there, too. The cops have turned his garage over a few times looking for the auto theft shit, but they never find it. Prez is too clever for that. Officer Belby helps keep the cops off my ass as long as I stay clear of the club. He was the detective on my case, trying to pin as many auto thefts on me as possible.”

              I ran my hand over my face. “After a few dozen hours of questioning me, he realized I wasn’t going to give him shit, and prez would sooner see me dead than let me hand over any information. Belby looked out for me. Put me on the straight and narrow. He stopped looking, dropped his investigation and made me give him my word I wouldn’t lift another car for the club again.”

              “I’m guessing your president didn’t like that idea.”

My president? Damn she was innocent. Too damn innocent to understand.

              “No, he didn’t. Sent a few guys after me in prison to be sure I kept my mouth shut. After I sent one of those assholes to the medical ward, he backed off. Finally convinced I wasn’t going to flip on him. But he didn’t like that I wouldn’t run his crew when I got back. Said it was either that or turn in my leather. Now, I fucking loved that club. The guys, they were my fucking brothers, but he didn’t give me a choice. I wasn’t going back to prison for him. Fuck, the guy I laid out came at me with a fucking shiv. The asshole had sent someone to kill me, then wondered why the fuck I wouldn’t run his shit anymore.” I felt the anger brewing again, and took a deep breath. 

              She didn’t say anything. She crawled down the length of the bed and stepped off, moving to stand in front of me. I watched her hands touch the tattoo on my chest. A large dagger with the initials CK written on the handle. “Is that what this is? Your club tattoo?” Her fingers traced the edges of the daggers crossing below the knight’s helmet.

              “Yeah. The one on my back, too.” Across my shoulders was the full emblem of the club. Having not been thrown out of the club, they’d let me keep my ink, so long as I didn’t wear my leathers. Just another way of Sam showing his power, but still hoping I’d come back to the club.

              “That guy you had babysitting me tonight, Jerry? He has this on his arm.” She looked up at me, those soft big eyes of hers. After what I told her, she should be disgusted with me, instead she pressed her lips to my tattoo, as if she could ease away the pain that part of my life caused.

              “Yeah. He’s still active, but doesn’t run the auto shit. A few of my guys are still in the club, but they work on the outside. Staying clear of Sam’s bullshit.”

              “So you stayed away to protect me?”

              Among other things, but I wasn’t about to start spilling my feelings all over the place. “You didn’t need to be a part of the shit I was doing.”

              “What if I wasn’t so innocent?” She moved her gaze from mine when she asked her question. Her hands dropped from my chest. “If I wasn’t the naïve little girl you thought I was, would that have made a difference? Would it now?”

              I pushed away from the dresser, standing at full height. That girl was hiding something from me. “What do you mean?”

              “It’s just a question.”

              “If you were doing shit you weren’t’ supposed to be doing? Yeah, I woulda hauled your ass to the side and taken care of it. But you weren’t, right?” I didn’t mean to sound so angry, but I kept my eyes on her for years after I left. She’d been completely on the straight and narrow, but the look in her eye at that moment suggested she wasn’t the innocent I left behind.

              “Why can’t I stay at my place? And why does this cop I mentioned make you nervous?”