Chasing Down Changes (Moroad Motorcycle Club)

by Debra Kayn

  "What?"

  "No more pulling a gun on me, huh?"

  "Okay," she mouthed.

  "Liar." He pressed forward and entered her pussy.

  She spread her hands across his chest, tickling a path up and curling her hand around his neck. His skin, hot and hard, demanded more. She pulled him down, taking his lips to hers, and accepted his tongue. He stroked her mouth, her sex, and the two movements together warmed her body and brought her alive.

  She took every inch, arching up, pushing against him, touching him everywhere. Greedy, she grabbed for more. She planned to go forever, giving him everything and taking all that he offered.

  He pulled her legs apart and positioned her ass higher, holding her hips off the bed.

  She panted, knowing in this position; she'd have every inch of him inside of her. He stared down at their bodies linked together with the same hunger she was feeling.

  "Thought about this, right here, just like this, and couldn't shut you out of my head," he said, which came out more like a grunt of approval. "Saved me, baby."

  She understood because he filled her thoughts and dreams and refused to go away. He was all that she'd ever wanted.

  "Honey," she said, and his eyes came back up to her face.

  He moved his hips, never taking his gaze off her. She grabbed onto the bedspread, and when he placed his finger over her clit, she moaned and brought her legs up to his shoulders. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the mattress beside her head.

  The turmoil he'd created and nurtured gave her security. She wanted to remain underneath him for the rest of her life, wrapped around his body, keeping him near.

  The power of his strokes increased, the desperate need for release built, and she gasped. He loosened her clutch on the blanket and placed her hand on his chest over his heart.

  He drove faster and deeper. Her muscles clenched and spasmed, stretching and reaching.

  "That's it," he said. "Give it up, baby."

  She gave him everything. Arching her back, she bit out a scream.

  Jeremy leaned down, burying his face in her neck. His groan vibrated against her skin as each wave of her orgasm brought him closer. She wound her arms around his neck. His weight came down on her with a groan of pleasure, and she lay there gasping for breath, skin to skin, hearts racing.

  Against her ear, he whispered, "Everything will be okay."

  She closed her eyes. The completeness and security of knowing he took care of her overwhelmed her.

  "Promise?" she said, wiggling closer.

  He kissed the side of her neck. "On my life."

  Yesterday's scare and the sleepless night without him caught up with her. She rolled with him and snuggled against his chest. His heart slowed down to a normal rhythm. Her thoughts drifted when he whispered her name.

  "Yeah?" She yawned.

  "I need to explain Lola to you." His body grew hard.

  She propped her elbow on the bed and raised her head. "I don't want to hear about Lola. I want to pretend she doesn't exist."

  He inhaled deeply and let out his breath. "There's a reason she'll always be a part of my life. Of our life."

  That got her attention. She sat up in bed, prepared for the worst.

  Jeremy hooked his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "When I was young, I went from being a kid who grew up worried about eviction notices, taking care of my mom, wondering why there were always syringes littering the house, to being thrust into a lifestyle with Moroad. When Cam stole me out of the foster care system after my mom overdosed and brought me to his house, he expected me to live as an adult. Dad offered me a motorcycle, pistol, booze, smoke, and women. Any sixteen-year-old kid would've jumped at what I was getting, except I was angry."

  "Why?"

  Jeremy rolled his head and gazed at her. "My mom died. I wanted my life back, no matter how much it sucked."

  "That's understandable. You had to go through a lot of changes and with Moroad..." She widened her eyes. "They're scary."

  "Yeah." He tagged her hand and put it on his stomach. "So, my first Moroad party, I'm hiding out and trying to fix the motorcycle Cam gave me and I heard a voice I recognized. It was Lola."

  She leaned closer. "You knew her before Cam brought you to his house?"

  "Remember, it was almost two years later that I found out the truth that I was really his kid and Merk was my uncle. My mom hung out as a Moroad woman before hiding her pregnancy. After she hid from Cam and had nothing to do with Merk, she stayed away from Moroad. When I was about nine or ten years old, mom hired a babysitter for me for the days she was drugged out or skipped town for a few days or weeks. Lola stayed at the house with me. I don't know if my mom pushed Lola toward the club for her own selfish reasons to keep tabs on Cam or if Lola approached Moroad alone, but Lola made her life with Moroad by the time she was seventeen years old."

  "Lola babysat you?" Her heart pounded. Unable to understand if she was horrified or relieved.

  "She was more of a mother than my real mom." Jeremy sighed. "She used to sing around the house and make jokes that made me laugh. She even stuck around long enough each night to put me to bed and kissed my forehead, even though I believed I was too old for that shit. I never stopped her, because it was the only time in my life someone gave me attention."

  "Oh, my God." Tiff covered her mouth and continued talking through her fingers. "But, you have had sex with her."

  He shook his head. "Never have, and never had the desire, though Cam offered her to me."

  She lowered her hand. "Does Cam know that?"

  "No, and he'll never find out that my relationship with Lola goes back to my childhood or she was friends with my mom. Lola had no idea I was Cam's son. She was as surprised to find out as I was when the truth came out. I never wanted Cam to hold anything above my head and use it against me, and swore Lola never to tell. Since day one, I've used her to get information about Cam, the club, and keep notes on the members. What she volunteers becomes useful to me. I'd appreciate it if you'd keep the information I gave you between us."

  Her thoughts reeled, and she rose from the bed and paced the room. "Lola stopped sleeping with the Moroad men while you were gone. I thought you'd claimed her."

  "She needed a break from letting the men use her, and I gave her an excuse." He rolled to a sitting position. "I made up for her loss of income by giving her a job."

  "What was that?" she said, her voice growing higher the more information she gathered.

  "To look after you." He braced his elbows on his knees. "Except, she cares about you, and she did us both a favor I could've never planned for. Instead of informing me about how you purchased the Sterling Building and became a well-off business woman, she told me you were a dancer. She gave you time to heal from when I hurt you by getting locked up and time away from Moroad so that you could come to terms with life without me in hopes that you'd accept a felon back into your life when I returned. She also knew I'd end up getting killed inside prison if I knew what you were doing. I would never have been able to focus and move forward to becoming the president of Moroad if I worried about you from the inside of the Cyclone fence."

  Her chest burst with adrenaline. Energy flooded her body. She turned to Jeremy. "I need to call her or see her. I want to...I don't know what I want to do, but I thought this whole time you loved her more than me. That you were fucking her."

  He stood and gathered her in his arms. "That doesn't have to be done now. You two can talk all you want, but right now you need to go to sleep. It's your day off, and I need to get the alarm fixed. It's eight o'clock in the morning."

  Her phone buzzed. She walked over to the dresser and picked up the unknown call.

  "Hello?" she said.

  "This is Silver Valley Hospital. Hannah Smith gave us your number to call to let you know she's being discharged today at ten o'clock. You can pick her up at the front desk lobby," said a pleasant-sounding woman.

  "That's wonderful ne
ws. I'll be there." She smiled at Jeremy. "Thank you for calling."

  She disconnected the call and kissed Jeremy. "No time for sleep. Hannah's being released. I need to pick her up from the hospital."

  "Can't Marci get her?"

  "I want to go." She kissed him again. "I want to do something normal, and it'll give me time to think about what I just learned. Besides, I've been worried about Hannah and want to take care of her."

  He shook his head. "Go on then, baby. Get dressed and take care of your girl."

  She hurried to the bathroom, stopped, and turned around. "You're going to follow me to the hospital to make sure I arrive without any problems, aren't you?"

  Jeremy winked. She blew him a kiss. He was still her Jeremy.

  Epilogue

  The Moroad members living on the outside surrounded the fire pit behind the motel. Jeremy waited for the buzz to die down after news about the continual success of the extortion money, the recent events inside the prison, and the one death of an incarcerated MC brother honored. With first three months of being the president behind him, he looked forward to the future.

  Soon, with the change of winter coming up on them, they'd concentrate on growing their numbers on the inside of the prison walls and keep themselves occupied on the outside, and hopefully out of the eyes of the law.

  "I have one more announcement to make." Jeremy stepped forward into the light coming from the flames. "Lola's retiring from Moroad."

  "Hell, again?" Bear scratched his stomach. "I thought she enjoyed the last few months."

  "Maybe you wore her out." Gunner laughed. "You've been taking longer lately."

  "Skills, man." Bear shook his head. "Ladies always come back for more."

  Johnson elbowed Meese. "Lola can't leave, can she?"

  "Nah, same rules apply to the women as the men. Moroad for life." Meese threw another log on the fire. "Who claimed her?"

  "Nobody's claimed her." Jeremy ended the discussion. "She's going to work for Tiff, running Silver Girls. She's spent years dancing there and knows the business inside and out. Tiff needs someone she can trust downstairs and that way she's not putting in such long hours and can concentrate on Red Light."

  "Is she staying at the motel or at the Sterling Building?" asked Jacko, from his position laying on the ground.

  "She'll continue staying at the motel and keeping an eye on the Moroad women." Jeremy glanced over at the group of women and found Tiff sitting between Christina and Lola, her hands talking faster than her mouth.

  "That all means she's hands off unless she wants to party with you." Jeremy gazed around the fire, meeting every man's eyes. "She's earned the rest."

  "Hell, she'll still take my dick." Bear grinned through his busy beard.

  "Respect, Bear." Merk grinned.

  "Maybe, I'll claim her." Bear turned and yelled, "Lola, you ready to become my woman?"

  "You're drunk, Bear." Lola laughed. "You lift another pint to those lips, and you won't have anything to offer me."

  Bear let out a laugh that called the meeting to an end. Jeremy accepted a bottle of beer from Merk. He still had no information to share about the sheriff's investigation into Deputy William's disappearance. The longer the investigation took, the less pressure he had sitting on his chest, the closer freedom stayed in his view.

  Tiffany carried over a plate of food. He set the beer on the grass at his feet and picked up the hamburger. A flash of light blinded him.

  "Jesus Christ, baby," he said, around a mouthful of food.

  Tiff slipped her phone back in her pocket and laughed. "Sorry. I wanted a picture for the extra frame on the wall. I don't think that will be the one I use."

  He tagged her neck, pulling her close. "No more fucking pictures."

  "Fine." She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hurry up and eat, or we're going to be late."

  He finished the rest of the food with Tiff watching his every move, grinning, and barely able to contain herself. That energy and excitement made him want to rush through the evening and take her straight to bed. Hell, there were vacant rooms at the motel for his disposal.

  "So...the men know about Lola working for me now?" asked Tiff.

  "Yeah." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "She'll be okay."

  "I think so." Tiff leaned into him. "She's happy. I mean, really happy. We're back to being friends. Though once in a while she seems scared that Cam will find out your history together."

  Jeremy gazed over at Cam. His dad rested his arm across Christina's shoulders and kept her tucked at his side. Jeremy's chest warmed, and he caught his dad's emotionless expression and then Cam glance at Lola before returning his gaze to Jeremy. Without giving anything away, Cam dipped his chin.

  "Everything will be okay." Jeremy tossed his paper plate in the fire and turned to Tiff. "Let's ride."

  It took them a half hour to get away from the club, five minutes to get to the Sterling Building, and they'd arrived a minute before Marci pulled in beside Jeremy's motorcycle. Tiff slid off the seat, and Jeremy stepped over to open the back door of the building.

  Four women stepped out of Marci's car. Tiff glanced over her shoulder at him and gave him a smile that told him exactly how she was feeling.

  "Welcome, ladies." Tiff introduced herself. "Your rooms are upstairs on the second floor. We'll show you the way and let you settle in tonight. Tomorrow, we'll go over the rules, and you can make sure you're comfortable in the assigned rooms."

  Jeremy leaned against the wall, his boot propping the door. The four prostitutes looked a lot like the last four. Young, limber, and either scared to death or over confident.

  "Who's the big guy at the door." A woman with long blonde haired crossed her arms, pushing up her breasts to unbelievable heights. She eyed Jeremy up and down and settled on his chest.

  He gave up on manning the door and stepped to Tiff's side and worked his hand up under her hair to hold her neck. The tight muscles underneath his hand amused him. His girl still got riled up when she feared another woman encroaching on her territory.

  "His name is Jeremy. He's mine, and off limits." Tiff lifted her chin. "Why don't you all introduce yourself before we go in."

  "Sunny." The blonde winked. "I'll bring warmth to the customer's lives and anyone who wants to spend a little time with me."

  Tiff rocked forward to her toes. Jeremy brought her back to his side.

  A slim woman with short, black, spiky hair waved her hand in front of her and giggled straight from her throat. "I'm Aubrey. I'll be here for three months. I don't like cheese or pickles. Do you have cable here? I can't miss the cooking shows. Chef Roman is hot. Did you see that show last week where he yelled at the girls working for him? I swear, I almost came on the spot. Any man who can talk that way to me would have me kneeling at his feet and begging for—"

  "We're not one of your customers. Knock off the act." A tall, red-haired woman held out her hand to Tiff and nodded at Jeremy. "My name's Paige, and that's my real name. There's nothing fake about me. I look forward to working with Red Light."

  "Whoa...uptight," mumbled Aubrey.

  Paige turned. "Open your mouth again toward me, and I'll shove my fist down—"

  "All right, ladies." Tiff looked at the last woman. "What's your name."

  The woman hooked her hair behind her ear, moved her fingers in front of her, and worked her lip in worry. Jeremy studied her, recognizing her movements. He'd known a man in prison who had done the same thing.

  "Baby, she doesn't talk," said Jeremy.

  "Oh, okay." Tiff hid her surprise well and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you. Can you hear?"

  The woman smiled, transforming her whole face, and nodded. Tiff's shoulder's relaxed. "We'll have to figure out how we can communicate with you then."

  The woman slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to Tiff. Jeremy read over her shoulder.

  My name is Madison. I can't talk, but I can hear perfectly
fine. If you need a response, I'll write my reply down on paper if it's necessary. I'm sure I'll do fine working for you. I've found that men appreciate a silent woman.

  Jeremy chuckled. Tiff elbowed him in the stomach. He suspected Madison would be the most popular woman requested by the majority of the customers.

  "Welcome to Red Light, Madison." Tiff rounded the women up, grabbed an extra suitcase, and motioned Marci, who'd stood back and waited to help, to lead the way inside the building.

  Jeremy stayed outside, letting Tiff have time alone to help the girls. He took out his can of chew, filled his lip, and sat down on the wrought iron bench. Pretty soon, the evenings would grow colder, the snow would come, and Moroad Motorcycle Club would go on. Silver Girls and Red Light would thrive.

  A car pulled around the corner. The sheriff's SUV rolled past. Jeremy stared at the vehicle, his pulse quickening. The sheriff drove out of sight and left him alone with only the street light buzzing.

  Two minutes later, Cam followed by Merk and Jacko rode by. He nodded, holding all five fingers out to the side. They protected their president because they'd taken an oath. Cam protected him because he was his son. Merk protected him because he was the last connection to Merk's sister.

  In return, he had his club. His woman. His life. And, a felony rap sheet a mile long.

  Coming Soon

  Book 1 in the Red Light: Silver Girls series, featuring Madison's story.

  Dear Readers,

  If you're reading this, you're one of the first to learn that my new series centers around the Red Light ladies. Each book will be a standalone. Each book will feature one of the ladies who show up in Federal to spend three months as a prostitute. That's right, these books will not be centered around a motorcycle club, but the Red Light ladies.

  Now, I know what you're thinking...how can I have a heroine who falls in love with one man, and sells sex to other men? Cheating is the biggest trigger for romance readers.

  I'm breaking all kinds of publishing rules for romance with this series. It can be done. I did it. You'll have to trust me, just like you trusted me to make you fall in love with felons and opened your minds to understanding those you normally don't understand.