Rise of the Phoenix: Phoenix Skulls Motorcycle Club: (Phoenix Skulls MC Romance Book 1)

by Cooke, Jessie

  Jace looked around the property and out toward the garage and then to the rocks and hills in the distance. He wasn’t sure if it was all the shit happening lately or not, but he had a creepy feeling that the mountains in the distance had eyes and were watching them. “Let’s go inside, baby.”

  10

  Beck liked to shake things up. One thing she loved was role-play, especially when they both needed to forget the rest of the world existed. She made Jace wait in the living room until she was ready, and after she took off her underclothes and slipped on a plain white t-shirt that came down to her thighs, she went into the kitchen and stood in front of the sink. She gave Jace a little whistle when she was ready. They never talked about the role-play first...who would be who or do what. Beck was delighted to find out not long after she and Jace got together, that he was...almost...as imaginative as she was. She heard his footsteps as he came up behind her and then she felt his presence even before he bent down and planted little kisses on the side of her face, and down her neck.

  “Mm, that feels wonderful, but you better not have your hands all over me when my old man gets home.”

  “And why is that?” he whispered as his hands reached around and traced the outline of her breasts beneath the t-shirt. Her nipples puckered and hardened as soon as he touched them.

  “Because he’s a big, tough biker and he’ll kick your ever-loving ass.”

  “Hmm, you think?” He slid the t-shirt all the way up and rested his warm hands on her stomach.

  She arched her back and leaned her head against his shoulder. “I know,” she said. “He’s not only big and tough, he’s hot and sexy...and he loves me more than life itself.”

  “Well, that I can understand.” He pressed against her belly so that her butt was rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants and she wiggled against it. “But does he measure up to that?”

  She moaned and said, “Baby, he measures up to anyone or anything.” She was becoming breathless as he used the tips of his fingers to trace slow, lazy circles on her belly. His lips were back on her skin, just at the top of her shoulder underneath the loose neckline of the big shirt.

  “Really,” he said with his lips practically pressed into her skin still. She whimpered and wiggled again, he felt so good pressed into her. Her pussy was soaked already and she was dying to feel her man inside of her. “Then why sneak around with me?” He slid his fingers down lower at last and touched her sensitive wet lips. She shuddered and said:

  “Because you touch me like that.”

  He followed the curve of her lips, slid his fingers down her slit, and grazed her hard clit. Her gasp was hard and loud. “He doesn’t touch you like this?”

  “He does,” she breathed out. “He loves to touch me. He touches me a lot, in all the right places. But you know what else he likes?”

  Opening her lips with the fingers of one hand, he started to work on her clit with the fingers of the other. She had to put her hands on the counter in front of her and brace herself; her legs were starting to feel weak. “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what your old man likes.” He took his hands off her pussy and used them to pull the t-shirt up over her head. She let him slide it down her arms and lifted her hands weakly up off the counter so that it could fall to the floor.

  She could barely breathe, much less speak, but she managed to say, “He likes to see me happy.”

  “Hmm...” He put his big hands on her breasts and squeezed them. Her nipples hardened even more and she let out a little cry. “Well then, let’s make you happy.” Beck couldn’t stand it any longer, she needed to touch him. She let go of the counter and reached behind her, seeking out the rock-hard pole in his jeans. She fumbled with the button of his jeans, and Jace let go of her breasts and unbuttoned and unzipped them.

  “Take them off,” she whispered. She stood there, naked and gripping the counter, listening to him pull off his jeans and shorts, and then she felt him step up against her again. She reached behind her and found what she was looking for. She used her fingertips to trace the length of it, feeling it throb and jerk as she did. She walked her fingers down the full vein along the side and then slid her hand around the shaft and gave it a little squeeze. Jace groaned. She loved the noises he made when she was making him feel good, it turned her on almost as much as the act of making love to him itself. Jace put his fingers back against her pussy and began to torture her with them, so much so that she had to let go of his cock and concentrate once again on holding herself upright.

  “How much time do we have before the old man gets home?” he whispered in her ear. She shuddered at the feel of his warm breath even before he sucked her earlobe in between his lips.

  “Not much, you’d better hurry and fuck me.”

  “What if he comes in while I’m fucking you?”

  “He’ll kill you.” Jace flipped her around to face him and lowered his mouth to hers. They kissed with a passion hot enough to light the entire house on fire if someone was to light a match in their vicinity. He left her lips and slid his down her neck, across both of her breasts, tasting her nipples as he lowered himself to the floor. When he was on his knees with his face right in front of her aching pussy he said:

  “I have a feeling this pussy might just be worth dying for. Can I taste it?”

  “Oh God yes,” she said, shivering at the contrast between the heat of his breath and the cool moisture coating her pussy and her thighs as his mouth hovered just above it. He slid his hands around and cupped the cheeks of her butt in his hand and then he pulled her hips forward and pressed his face in between her legs. Beck cursed and grabbed his hair, pulling him in tighter when his tongue plunged into her, deeply. She felt it move up inside of her and the walls of her pussy clenched down around it. He licked, sucked, and tasted every inch of her sex and then slid a hand up her thigh and sought out her clit and pinched it between his fingers. “Fuck,” she whispered, and then she cried out again when he replaced his tongue with his two big fingers. She had hold of the counter behind her and she was rocking so hard against his face that she was lifting her feet up off the ground as she did it. Jace dipped down lower and she put her legs over his shoulders. He held onto her tightly and used his lips, tongue, teeth, and even his nose to bring her to a long, hard, intensely hot orgasm. She screamed out his name as she came and after he worked her completely through the orgasm, he pulled his face up and looked at her with a smile.

  “Jace, huh? What happened to the mystery lover?”

  “I killed him in my head. I don’t even need to pretend I’m with someone else. Fuck, you’re amazing, baby. Fuck me now...hard.”

  Jace stood back up and they shared another sensuous kiss, and then he flipped her around to face the counter again and pressed on her lower back, gently. She arched her back and pressed her ass out further. Jace didn’t waste any time sliding his fat cock up inside of her. She moved her hips in slow, grinding circles while he stroked in and out of her, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back into her as deep as he could reach. He slid one of the hands resting on her hips down to the front of her body and played with her clit while he fucked her. He was burying himself inside of her so deeply that she could feel his balls slap against her ass each time. She felt another orgasm building and she started to move faster, slamming herself back into him, impaling herself on his cock over and over again until she felt her core tighten and everything inside of her liquefy.

  She gasped and cried out his name again and Jace had to wrap his big arm all the way around her waist to hold her up. Her body was still convulsing and she was gasping for breath when she heard him groan and begin to move faster. He was hammering into her, pulling almost all the way out each time and then slamming back into her. He had to hold onto her to keep from pounding her body into the granite counter. He had her up off her feet and she could feel the tight muscles in his thighs as he used everything he had from the waist down to slam into her...each time hitting bottom and making them both moan.
Beck wondered how much longer he could take holding her up when she felt his cock pulse and swell inside her. He gasped out her name as he came, sending new seeds of life into her. Beck loved fucking her man, but she had an agenda besides just how good it felt. She wanted to be pregnant again. She wanted nothing more than to have Jace’s baby and finally have the family that she’d given away almost thirteen years before.

  * * *

  Jace loved sex with Beck, but what he loved even more was the way he felt afterwards. He had spent so much of his life feeling alone and like he wasn’t wanted, or good enough for anyone...but with Beck he never felt that way. He loved to hold her after they made love. Sometimes they talked, and sometimes he just lay there and listened to her breathe and thought about how lucky he was. That night they lay in bed and he held her, wondering if there was something wrong with him for being so happy. Only a week before, she’d lost the baby that they had both wanted so badly. Only hours before, he’d looked into the faces of two murdered girls. He felt guilty for being happy...but it was only a matter of seconds before the universe would rectify that.

  “Maybe I got pregnant again,” Beck said. Jace frowned in the dark. Surely it wasn’t a good idea for her to get pregnant again so soon? They hadn’t talked about it and he hadn’t had time to research it...but it didn’t seem right.

  “Baby, are you sure that’s a good idea, so soon?”

  She pulled out of his arms and propped herself up on her elbow so she could look down into his face. “I want this, Jace. I want this more than anything. I need it.”

  “What do you mean, you ‘need’ it, baby?”

  “Well, you know about my history.” He nodded and she said, “I thought I was doing the right thing back then but I regret it every day. If I had only called Bruf...”

  “Excuse me?” Jace sat up straight, almost knocking her back out of the way. She regretted not calling Bruf, and she was telling him that? Did she think he’d forgotten that Bruf was the good-looking SA of the Westside Skulls that all the women wanted, the one who broke dozens of hearts when he married Wolf’s little sister? Or that maybe he forgot it was Bruf who was the father of her first baby, the one she’d given up for adoption and desperately wished she hadn’t given away?

  Beck sat up straight too. “I just meant that if I had done things differently...”

  “You’d be with Bruf, raising his child.” Jace couldn’t stand to hear any more. The conversation could only go one of two ways. Either she’d lie and tell him that she was happy she’d ended up with him, or she’d admit to wishing she’d ended up with Bruf. He didn’t want to hear either one. He wasn’t sure he could take it.

  “Yes, Jace, but I didn’t mean...” Jace pulled the covers back and got out of bed. “Jace! What the hell are you doing?” He ignored her and took a pair of jeans out of the closet and pulled them on. “Hey! What is your problem?” He pulled out a t-shirt and put that on too, then he picked up his boots, vest, and keys and without looking back at her, he left. He always had a feeling that things with Beck were too good to be true, and now he was convinced that he had been right all along.

  11

  It was too late to bother Ajei and Rock. The market was closed when Jace passed and he wasn’t going to risk waking them up. He could talk to them in the morning. He doubted anything would change by then. He got on the highway and for a while, he just drove. He suddenly had the image of his old lady, the person he loved most in the world, with Bruf. He liked Bruf, a lot. He had a lot of respect for him and what happened with him and Beck had happened a long time before he came along, so he hadn’t let that bother him either, until now. He wasn’t even sure why what Beck said had upset him so much, but it had.

  He kept driving until suddenly he was in Buckeye. He turned off the highway and his Harley took him to a bar he’d only been to once before. On their way out to Phoenix he had called his old friend and ally Newell Jamison. Newell rode with a club out of Buckeye called the Black Warriors. He’d helped Jace out once and ended up doing time over it. Somehow out of tragedy, they had formed a strong bond. Jace saw the Harleys in the parking lot of the bar called the Desert Lounge and pulled his in alongside them. The bar was in a mostly African-American neighborhood and it was the hangout of the all-black MC club so Jace wasn’t surprised when he walked in and stuck out like a sore thumb. He wasn’t intimidated either. He stood near the door until his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and then he scanned the small, loud room until his eyes landed on the Warrior Patches he was looking for. It didn’t take him long to spot his friend either. Newell had a hot little, scantily clad woman with thigh-high black boots and miniskirt in his lap. He was smiling up at her, saying something no doubt to convince her to let him underneath that tiny skirt when his chocolate eyes landed on Jace.

  “I’ll be a son of a bitch. There’s a huge-ass white ghost in the hood!” Jace was slightly intimidated then, since every eye in the place was now on him. He grinned at Newell, though, and headed over toward him. Newell let the girl up out of his lap and opened his big arms to embrace his friend. When he let Jace go after nearly squeezing the breath out of him he said, “Man, you never get any prettier.”

  Jace laughed. “Nope, but we can’t all be chocolate Romeos.” Newell laughed again. That was what he called himself when he talked about his female conquests. He liked to say women would rather drink poison than live without him.

  “True story. Y’all remember this guy?” He introduced Jace to a few of his brothers the Skull hadn’t met the last time he was there and then he was invited to have a seat at the table. Newell made a prospect give up his chair for Jace. Once he sat down Newell said, “So what are you doing in my hood at this time of night? Where’s that hot old lady?”

  “Home,” Jace said. “I just needed to take a long ride and clear my head. I ended up here.”

  “You’re full of shit. Lacey, get my man a drink,” he barked as one of the cocktail waitresses walked by, and then to Jace he said, “What’s really going on?”

  The other guys were busy talking and laughing and flirting with the girls that were hanging around so Jace told Newell what had been happening with his club. When he finished Newell said, “Fuck, man, that’s insane. They don’t know who those dead girls were?”

  “Not yet,” Jace said. “I feel like this whole fucking venture is going down the toilet already. I don’t even have enough fucking men to do the work I’ve got coming in.” Newell looked thoughtful for a few seconds and then he said:

  “Labor I can help you with, long as you ain’t looking to give up. That long face of yours looks like you might be thinking about it.”

  Jace sighed and said, “Don’t think I haven’t thought about saying fuck it, but no...I’m not ready yet. You got labor for me, I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.”

  “Oh, I know you will,” Newell said with a grin and a wink. Then growing serious again he said, “You got something else on your mind.”

  Jace nodded. “Beck lost the baby.”

  “Oh shit, man, fuck. I’m sorry.”

  “Thanks. I thought we were going to get through it, and tonight I just lost my fucking mind. She said something and all it took was the drive out here for me to realize she hadn’t meant a damned thing by it...”

  “But before you figured it out, you opened your mouth?”

  Jace chuckled. “Yep.”

  “Go tell her you’re sorry. Man, you ever really looked at that old lady of yours? She’s way out of your league, that’s for sure.”

  Jace smiled, sadly. “Man, don’t I know that.”

  “Hey, you’ve both had a shitty couple of weeks. That old lady of yours might be hot as fuck, but I only needed to meet her once to see how much she thought of you. Don’t blow it because emotions got outta hand. Didn’t you learn anything in all those anger management classes they made you take?”

  “Believe it or not, a whole hell of a lot,” Jace said. He picked up his whiskey and downed what was in the glass
. “Excuse me for a second,” he said, taking out his phone and standing up.

  “Sure, while you’re kissing that pretty round ass, I’ll hit my boys up about helping you out. I got two guys that can take apart a bike and put it back together blindfolded. I’ll throw in a couple of prospects that you can use for whatever you want.”

  “Thanks, Newell.” Jace walked a few paces away then and pressed in Beck’s number. She picked it up on the first ring and said:

  “What the fuck is your problem?”

  “Newell Jamison tells me that my old lady is out of my league.”

  “You didn’t already know that?”

  Jace chuckled. “Yeah, baby. I’ve known it since the day I laid eyes on you. I don’t know what came over me tonight. I’m sorry.”

  Beck was quiet for a second and then she said, “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean what I said, not the way it sounded.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you, really? Because think about this. If I wanted Bruf...do you honestly think I couldn’t have taken him away from that little mouse of his?”

  Jace laughed again. “I guess I never thought about it, baby, but I’m sure you can have any man you want.”

  “True story,” she said. “But guess what, you big girl?”

  “What’s that, baby?”

  “I don’t want any man but you. I don’t want fucking Bruf. I don’t want anyone...but you.”

  “Thank you. I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but thank you.”

  “No, Jace,” she said, all joking gone out of her voice. “Thank you. Listen closely because you might not hear me say this again...or at least not for a few years or more. I’m the lucky one. I know I’m a bitch ninety percent of the time. I can’t cook, I hate to clean...I’m a piss poor excuse for a woman and a wife. Since I was sixteen men have wanted to fuck me, but you...you’re the only one who ever wanted to keep me. I don’t buy into that soulmate crap for the most part, but I honest to God believe that you’re the half I needed to make me whole. I’ll forget to tell you that most of the time, so I’m going to need you to remember it. And next time I say something stupid, just fucking tell me. Hell, I tell you all the time.”