by Jessie Cooke
“What was that?”
“Right?” she said, looking at Jace. “What was that?”
“I was talking to you, Rebekah.”
“Me? This fucker didn’t throw one punch.”
“Good thing, he might have knocked you out. You were bouncing up and down like a rabbit. He could have easily knocked you on your ass.”
“Are you kidding? You’re the one that told me to keep moving.”
“Only if you’re being chased. He was wide open. You could have connected with his body several times, but you were too busy bouncing on your toes to throw any punches.”
“Fuck you” was on the tip of her tongue, but she bit it. Instead she looked at Jace again and said, “Fight me. You’re not helping me if you just stand there like a punching bag.”
“She’s right, Jace,” Jacob said. “If you can’t do this...”
“I can do this,” he said, never taking his eyes off her face. Beck popped her mouth guard back in and said:
“Then do it.” They met back in the middle and this time, instead of worrying about her feet, Beck concentrated on throwing punches. Jace didn’t stand still and let her beat on him, but she landed a few good ones, one on his side and one against the side of his headgear, which was amazing since he was almost a foot taller than her. He still wasn’t fighting back, though, and it pissed her off. The angrier she got, the harder she hit and when she had him backed up against the mesh, she unleashed a barrage of punches to his chest and ribs, the whole time saying, “Fucking hit me!”
Neither of them was prepared for the moment that Jace had enough. He threw a right toward her head and she didn’t even duck. It came out of nowhere...or she was so not focused on what was going on, it was right in front of her and she didn’t even see it. Either way, when his big fist connected with her headgear, right over her temple, her whole world began to spin. She saw stars, like a cartoon character, circling around her head. She was fighting to stay alert...but most of all, not to lose her balance. She didn’t want to fall on her ass in front of Jace or Jacob, either one...but what she wanted and what she got were two different things. She hit the mat and Jace, looking as surprised as she was, bent down toward her. Using her hands she spun around and let her chin bones connect with the back of his legs. His big body was thrown forward and she had to roll out of the way to keep him from crushing her. Beck didn’t hesitate when he hit the floor; she scrambled up on top of him and tightened her thighs around him. She felt his body come up off the floor just as Jacob called time. For just a second the two fighters made eye contact and it was all she could do to remember Jake was there and not bend forward and kiss him. Fuck. This. Chemistry. It was killing her.
19
“You okay?” Jace was waiting outside the locker room when Beck came out. She looked up at him, sighed, and shook her head.
“If I was a man would you be waiting here to see if I was okay?” Her head felt like she’d put it through a brick wall, but she’d be damned if she was going to admit that.
“Nope. But you’re not a man.”
She walked toward the exit door and he followed her. “You don’t get it, do you?” She flinched as she stepped out into the bright sunlight. Taking her sunglasses out, she slid them on her face and almost flinched again at the pain that simple act caused her. “This whole thing is about me being treated differently because I’m a woman.”
“Maybe you’re the one that doesn’t get it,” he said, putting on his own glasses.
She stopped before she got to her bike and looked up at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that men and women are different. They’re made differently for a reason. Maybe, you should just be happy with what you’ve been blessed with.”
“And what is that? Looks? I should be happy that I look like a fucking Barbie doll? Do you know how many times in my life I wished that I was ugly? People think that it’s a ‘blessing’ to be good-looking, to be the pretty girl, but it’s not. Because I’m pretty, people have always treated me differently. Women hate me, for no fucking reason. Men want me for one fucking thing. Nobody thinks I have a brain in my sun-bleached head and God forbid I should want to do anything that is traditionally ‘male.’” She growled at him and stormed over to her bike. She popped open the saddlebags and was stuffing her bag into it when she felt his hand on her arm. She looked up at him again, angry and ready to claw his gray eyes out. “Let go of me.” He did, but he was still in her space.
“Beck, I’m sorry.”
“For what? Hitting me? Treating me like a man?”
He smiled. “No. I’m sorry for all the things you just told me. You’re right. My whole life I wanted to be good-looking and as I got uglier with every passing year, I started to think God hated me. I was sure that the pretty people like you had perfect lives. I somehow blamed everything bad that ever happened to me on the fact that I was ugly.”
Beck felt a pain in her chest. “Oh my god, Jace. First of all, you are so not ugly.”
“Beck, you don’t have to...”
“I know I don’t have to. Seriously, if you haven’t figured out by now that I’m not a nice person by nature, you never will. I say what I mean and mean what I say, so listen to me. You have this energy...it’s electrifying. I have been with a lot of men in my life...and I mean a lot. I mean...I’m talking slut here...”
He made a face and said, “Okay, I get it.”
“Okay, but where I was going with that, was this...normally, because of my looks, I end up with the pretty boys. They think because they’re pretty and I am too that we’re supposed to be together...and I did too, for a long time. And then you came along, and no, Jace, you’re not pretty. But I mean this with all my heart...you are not ugly. You look like you’ve had a hard life and that excites me. It turns me on to know that someone, or more than one someones, gave you all those scars, and you not only lived through it, you fucking thrived. That will...that strength, it shows through your skin. You glow like a motherfucker from the inside out, and part of why I didn’t kick your ass in that ring was because I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you.”
Jace was staring down at her but she couldn’t read his expression without looking at his eyes. She reached up and took off his sunglasses. His dark gray eyes had tears in them and he cleared his throat and said, “Oddly, those are the nicest words anyone has ever said to me.”
Beck laughed and slipped her hand behind his neck, pulling him down until their mouths crushed together. They shared a toe-curling, hair-singeing, earth-moving kiss. When Beck broke it so she could breathe, she whispered, “Meet me at the club?” He nodded and she added, “Fuck me at the club?” He hesitated and then shook his head. “No?” She hated how bad that made her feel, but she was sure...
“I don’t want to fuck you this time. I want to make love to you...can you handle that?”
She laughed, “You’re such a girl.”
Jace winked at her before he turned to head for his own bike and said, “One of us has to be.”
Beck and Jace ripped at each other’s clothes like it had been months since they’d been together. While Beck helped Jace get his pants off she said, “I had a dream about you last night.”
“Really?” Jace pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” She helped him pull off his t-shirt and tossed it across the room.
“About the dream.” Beck stood up and Jace pushed her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them out of her way. Jace put a big arm around her waist and pulled her back onto the bed. He laid her on her back and brushed his thick fingers softly across her belly. “Tell me about it. Was it hot?”
She smiled and stroked his chest. “Yeah, it was hot.”
“Mm.” He let his fingers run up between her breasts and then traced a path around the fleshy mounds. Beck moaned and in a breathless voice she said:
“I’m not s
ure where we were...but the lights were off. There were candles burning and music playing...”
“Sounds romantic.”
“Sounds corny, but who am I to judge a dream, even my own?”
Jace laughed and ran a rough finger across one of her nipples, giving her goosebumps down her arms. “Tell me more.” He ran that finger around her nipple and she whimpered. “Is your pussy throbbing?”
“Yes,” she said. “Touch it.”
“Not yet. I want to hear more of the dream.”
She groaned but went on, “Okay, so we were lying on this white bed and there were red...well, that part’s not important...”
He laughed again. “I want to hear it all.”
“You’ll hear what I want to tell you and you’ll like it, you big girl.”
He pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and said, “You’ll tell me what I want to hear, or I won’t prove to you that I’m not a girl.” She shuddered, cursed, and said:
“There were red rose petals everywhere. There, happy?”
“Mm-hmm, go on.” He reached over and pinched the other nipple and she moaned and arched her back up off the bed. Before she started to talk again, Jace bent over her and kissed her lips softly. She tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back. He knew she didn’t usually like soft, but tonight he wanted to be in charge and he wanted to take his time...and remind her that despite being as tough as nails, she was still a lady.
“I was lying on them...the rose petals. They were really soft, like velvet, and they smelled really good. I had my eyes closed and I was just enjoying the feelings of the roses against my naked back and your hands on my front.” Jace put a big hand over one of her breasts, taking the entire thing in his hand and squeezing it lightly. She gasped and went on, “You were using your fingernails to scratch my skin lightly. You scratched across my hard nipples and down my stomach to the top of my pussy. I was moaning, it felt so good."
“Like this?” he asked, forming his hand into a claw and lightly scraping his nails down her body. He loved watching the goosebumps multiply across her perfect skin. His cock began to throb up against her thigh and he moved his hips in circles, pressing into her harder.
“Oh fuck yeah, just like that,” she said. He watched her lick her dry lips and he bent down and licked them for her, leaving them wet and her looking even sexier than before.
“So what happened next?”
“You fucked me.”
Chuckling he said, “I think you’re jumping ahead.”
“The end is all that matters,” she said, opening her blue eyes to look up into his.
“Huh-uh, getting there can be most of the fun if you do it right. Now tell me more or I’ll stop touching you.”
She snorted at him, but closed her eyes again and said, “Your hands worked their way around my pussy...not touching it...until your fingers were on my thighs. You stroked across them and then you scratched them lightly again. You kept getting closer to my pussy and my pussy was so wet...and it felt like it was on fire. I was dying for you to touch me. I wanted you to grab my clit. I arched my hips up and tried to get you to touch it...” She paused and Jace waited, stroking her thighs just like she said he did in the dream. When she didn’t go on he said:
“So, did I touch it?”
“Yes.”
He laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“Well, eventually you did, but apparently you were as much of a tease in my dream as you are in real life.”
“Teasing is fun. I want to get you so worked up that you can’t see straight.”
“I’m practically fucking blind already,” she moaned.
“Keep talking to me. What did I do next?”
“You kept your fingers on my thighs and bent down and licked my nipple.” Jace licked the nipple closest to him and she shivered.
“Like that?”
“Mm-hmm...and then you licked the other one...” He leaned across her body and did that, this time licking slightly harder. She shuddered again. “While you licked my nipples, your fingers finally made it to my slit and you brushed them up and down the outside. I was so wet...”
He put his fingers on her slit and ran them from the bottom up. She was sopping wet. He brought his fingers to his lips, painted them with her juices, and then bent down and kissed her. Beck moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, this time taking control and deepening the kiss anyway. Jace was still in the mood to play...but the kiss was so hot that he couldn’t bring himself to pull out of it. She sucked on his tongue and licked and bit at his lips until they were both breathless. Finally, he was able to bring his mouth up far enough away from hers to say, “Tell me what I did next.”
“You used your mouth on all the places your fingers had touched.”
Jace didn’t question if she was being honest, or just horny. He put his mouth on her breasts and sucked and licked and flicked until she was getting loud and looking like she might explode. Then he dragged his tongue down her belly, licked across her mound and then, pressing it up against her clit, he swirled around it and Beck did that incredibly sexy thing where she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. He pressed his face into her pussy and inhaled her sweet, musky fragrance. Then he let his tongue come out and play...and it wasn’t playing soft and sweet. He licked every part of her that he could reach, inside and out. Beck was wriggling all over the bed, gasping and moaning. She was grabbing at his hair and scratching his scalp. She ran her hands down his shoulders and scratched him there. Her legs were pulled up off the bed and her knees were bent and he knew the second she reached her peak because she clamped her thighs together, cursed loudly, and said his name. That was his favorite part. He loved the way she said his name when she was in the throes of a wild orgasm.
Jace kept licking and sucking until he felt Beck relax her thighs, put her hands on the sides of his face, and pull him up on top of her. She arched up and kissed him, deep and hot, and then she whispered, “Please make love to me now, Jace.” He almost laughed and told her that’s what they’d been doing all along, but he was proud of her for trying. He reached down and took his cock in his hand, and then he slipped it up into her soaked pussy. He loved the way she felt. It was like sliding your hand into a soft, leather glove that was tailored for you...times a million. They both gasped and Jace began to fuck her, hard. He thrust himself in and out, watching the sexy looks on her face as he did because that made the whole experience even hotter. He felt like it was on fire and just about the time he had one of the most intense orgasms of his life, he bent down and kissed her. He came hard while his tongue was in her mouth, and once he finished rocking into her, he gently rolled them both over so he wasn’t on top of her any longer. They were side by side and his softening cock was still inside her tight pussy. He kissed the side of her face and said:
“Your dream was hot.”
She giggled and pulled him in tighter and said, “You’re hot.” Seconds later, she was asleep. He smiled and kissed her softly. He would let her sleep for a while and wake her up in time for dinner. If she was going to keep kicking ass, she would need to keep up her strength and eat a lot of protein. Jace hoped that she would give up on all this bullshit soon, but unless and until she did, he was there for the duration.
20
“Hey, baby, Beck’s about ready to start, you coming out?” Wolf looked up from the paperwork that practically surrounded him at his old lady, who was standing inside the door of his office. He hadn’t even heard her come in. His eyes were dry and, he would guess, bloodshot. He had drunk so many pots of coffee and energy drinks in the past forty-eight hours, he’d lost count. He was so sleep-deprived that he told himself he might as well have just done speed.
“Oh.” He ran a hand through his beard and frowned. “Yeah, I guess I should be there.” Blair walked over to where he sat at the round table. Standing behind him, she put her hands on his shoulders and began to massage them.
“You’re killing
yourself, babe. You haven’t slept more than four hours in the last two days. What’s going on, baby?”
Wolf hadn’t told Blair what Meeks told him. The only person he and Manson had told was Granite. Granite had been almost fatally injured a few years earlier. Physically, he hadn’t been able to come back to the club, but his mind was still as sharp as a tack and if anyone could help them sort through Coyote’s old paperwork and finances and figure out what the hell happened to those guns, it would be Granite.
“Just working on some old financials,” he said. “That feels good, baby.”
“Promise me you’ll come home and sleep tonight, babe. You have to sleep.”
He was nodding, but at the same time his eyes were on the papers still lying on the table. If Coyote kept those guns and if he sold them...the money had to have ended up in one of the accounts in front of him...but he’d been looking through the bank statements for two fucking days and he couldn’t find it. When the old man died, the cash they kept in the safe was accounted for, no more or less than there was supposed to be. Granite kept a separate ledger for that. Manson suggested that maybe Coyote had the cash stashed somewhere else and died before he told anyone. But why would he do that? As far as Manson or Wolf, either one, knew, Coyote never went behind the club’s back. He did a lot of shit they didn’t agree with, but he always told them straight to their faces that he was going to do it, and fuck off if they didn’t like it. Hiding the money would say something else about Coyote that Wolf didn’t want to believe. It would have been the same as stealing from his own club while at the same time putting them at risk by pissing off Morrison and his “associates.” Wolf knew his old man was far from perfect, but the fact that he was loyal to a fault to the club was one of the biggest things Wolf respected about him, and he didn’t want to lose that.
