Heaven Hill Series - Complete Series

by Laramie Briscoe

  “Please,” she begged.

  A slow smile slid across his face, one that caused dampness against the crotch of her panties. This was the bad boy she knew and loved. The finger that had sat curved at just the top of her bra, curled and yanked, exposing one side. Warm air enclosed her, caressing the skin that was now bare to his eyes. She watched as he gazed up at her, the moon just bright enough for her to see, and he licked his lips slowly before closing them around the naked flesh.

  Her mind was a jumble of every reason why this was wrong and every reason why it was right. In the end, the memory of the man she used to know won out. She couldn’t not do this; she couldn’t not let him have her. It was as simple as that. Digging her fingers into the short hair on the top of his head, she held his tongue against her pebbled skin, sighing as she felt his tongue draw circles against the heat there. Her other hand went behind his back, underneath the leather of his cut and cotton of his t-shirt, feeling the strong muscles of his back. Digging her nails in, she rocked against him.

  The nails scraping against his back set Layne off. Within seconds, he had her up in his arms, her core against his hard length, even through the clothing they both still wore on the lower half of their bodies. His hands sank down to cup her ass through her jeans and seat her more firmly against the hardness of his body.

  “Layne, we’re going to fall,” Jessica panted, letting her head rest against his shoulder as she buried her lips into his neck.

  “I got you,” he told her, as he lifted her body against his.

  The rhythm the two of them set was frantic and fast-paced. Neither one could understand how something that had started out half-way innocent had turned into this mad crush of bodies dry humping on the side of a road in Richardsville. The only thing they knew was that it felt right. The moment felt perfect.

  Layne groaned when Jessica lightly bit the flesh where his shoulder met his neck, then shivered when she soothed the bite with the sweep of her tongue. He was on fire, and he hadn’t been this primed to blow since he was a teenager. She did this to him, made him feel like a rocket ready to burst, a train ready to jump the tracks. It had only ever been her.

  “I want to feel you,” she told him before she reached down, wrenching her bra the rest of the way off, tearing the seam at the side when she couldn’t get it off fast enough. Jessica sighed with relief when her tight nipples rubbed against the leather of his cut, offering some pressure there, making them feel less heavy and more agitated. The same pressure gathered intensity where she rode him against the tightness of her jeans.

  He wanted to feel her too, but he didn’t trust himself, couldn’t trust himself. What if this got too out of hand and something happened? Who was he kidding? It was already out of hand, but he couldn’t stop this anymore than he could stop his next breath. He had to have this release she could give him, had to give her the release she so obviously craved. Setting his feet harder against the pavement and locking his thighs tighter, he thrust against her. The cotton of his underwear, the denim of his jeans, the bite of his metal zipper, it was all too much…too constricting, but at the same time just what he needed. His hands gripped her hips, pistoning her body against his, searching for that angle, for that speed that would get him there. That would get her there.

  Turning his mouth into where hers still rest on his shoulder, he kissed her. Kissed her with every ounce of want and need he’d let build up inside his body. Their tongues dueled, their breath mingled, their lips banded together like a magnet. Just when he wasn’t sure that he could take anymore, she nipped his bottom lip, and that was it, the trigger that caused him to explode.

  “Fuck, Jess,” he groaned, pulling her roughly against him, burying his head in her chest as he tried to will his body to stop thrusting against hers.

  She picked up speed, biting her own lip, her head thrown back, the long ends of her red hair brushed the tail light of his bike. With her head thrown back, her chest was offered up to him as if it were a platter he could feast from. Using his hands, he supported her back, lifting her slightly so that her feet were off the ground and she was almost suspended in mid-air. The first touch of his teeth against her flesh was all it took, and he couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that spread across his face as she gasped and fell from the ledge that she had been grasping hold of for so long.

  Mouth open, eyes glassy, face red, she looked just like she’d been rolling around in bed with him for days. It was a look that he knew well from her, and one he never wanted to forget.

  As they both tried to regulate the beating of their hearts and the breaths coming out of their mouths, Layne felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. “Shit,” he cursed as he took it out and read the text message that had come across.

  Emergency protection run. Meet us at the store at the corner of Detour and 185, I got B following me to pick up Jessica.

  Well at least Jagger had thought of the woman who now sat in front of him with her clothes half off and the sexiest look he’d ever seen in her eye. He cleared his throat and ran his tongue over his lips. “I gotta go, emergency protection run.”

  She blinked, her face still blank. “What?” she asked, pushing her hair back from her cheeks.

  “We’ve been called to an emergency protection run. I gotta meet the guys down the road. B will be there to pick you up.”

  Heat flushed her cheeks when she realized just how she must look. Her shirt on the ground somewhere behind them, her bra torn, her legs spread wide over his…this had gotten crazy…fast.

  “Okay, let me get my stuff together,” she told him, looking behind her, to the side, anywhere but at him.

  “Hey,” he grasped her chin in his hand. “This isn’t how I expected this to go, at all.”

  She nodded, but didn’t meet his gaze.

  “I’m serious, I didn’t expect this, and I’m sorry I’ve gotta go like this.”

  “I know,” she whispered, tears, for some reason, coming to her eyes.

  Instead of pulling her into his arms like he should have, Layne pushed her back from him and lifted her off the bike. Within minutes, she was clothed and they were taking off down the road again.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The ride back down Highway 185 took what felt like hours for Layne. He was so uncomfortable with Jessica on the back of his bike, her fingers digging into his side. He shouldn’t have left things the way he had. He should have at least told her that she had been as beautiful as he remembered when she came, but those words didn’t come from his mouth anymore. Unless it was anger, it was hard for him to express his feelings. Hard for him to be honest. Her head rested against his shoulder, and he wanted to turn slightly so that his lips could brush her skin, but he wasn’t sure it would be welcomed. Finally they came to the convenience store, and he turned in, going around to the back where he saw the rest of Heaven Hill congregating, Bianca’s car sat there too.

  Layne pulled to a stop and turned the bike off and waited patiently for Jessica to get off before he got off behind her. “Gotta take a piss,” he told the group.

  “I just bet you do,” Jessica mumbled.

  He chose to ignore those words and didn’t even turn around as he walked around the side and towards the front door.

  “Where did y’all go?” Bianca asked when Jessica came around the side of the car and had a seat in the passenger side.

  “Nowhere important,” Jessica slammed the door. “We can go if you want.”

  “You don’t want to wait on him?”

  “For him to take a piss? No.”

  Bianca pursed her lips and cut her eyes at Jessica. “Give me just a sec.”

  Jessica watched as the other woman got out of the car and walked over to where Jagger stood. She waited patiently for Bianca to kiss and hug Jagger bye, rolling her eyes when he playfully smacked her ass on the way back. “Ready to go?” she asked when Bianca made it back to the car.

  “I am, but on the way back to the clubhouse, you need to tell me what cra
wled up your ass and died.”

  Layne glanced at himself in the gas station bathroom mirror. He felt like a piece of shit, leaving Jessica like he had. He should have said something, even muttered a few words that he knew she would like to hear. It had been years since they had gotten each other off like that. She wasn’t the normal woman he was used to seeing now. She expected pretty words and promises from him, but he just wasn’t sure he could give her those. His eyes were tired, his shoulders drooped. Carrying around the weight of depression was beginning to take its toll on him. Next time he went to see Doc Jones, he needed to talk to her about it. Figure out how he could be true to his situation, but still have some fun. He was tired of smiling in front of others but knowing that smile didn’t quite meet his eyes, wasn’t quite heartfelt.

  He glanced up when he heard the bathroom door open. It was Tyler. “You okay, man?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  Tyler grinned. “Because Jessica didn’t look like she was okay when she left with Bianca a few minutes ago.”

  Shit. They had left before he even had a chance to say anything to her. Was this how it was going to be with her the entire time she was here? A series of coulda, woulda, shoulda’s? Is that what he really wanted to deal with? Suddenly his head was busting, and he didn’t want to deal with any of it. He sighed, rolling his shoulders beneath his cut. “Jessica and I are complicated.”

  “We’re all complicated, my brother, but we all gotta learn how to deal with it.”

  The other man spoke the truth, and Layne knew it. None of them had stellar upbringings, hardly any of them had any family to speak of—and if they did, they didn’t speak to them for the most part. In their motley crew, he wasn’t unusual, he was the norm. The part that was unusual was he couldn’t seem to get his shit together. “I know,” he spoke softly.

  “Anyway, I came in here to get you. We’re ready to head out.”

  Layne nodded and squared his shoulders.

  “I do have to say, I’m disappointed in you though.”

  Those words hit Layne square in the chest. Why was his VP disappointed? “What did I do?”

  “Hid in here like a little bitch while your woman sat in the car fuming. You need to man up and face that shit head on. Pretending it’s not there doesn’t make it any easier. Trust me on that.”

  There were no words to say, no excuses to make to the older man. He flat out didn’t have any. What Tyler said was truth—just like always. “I’m doing the best I can.”

  “We can always do better,” he said gently, laying his hand on Layne’s shoulder.

  That was it, wasn’t it? Everybody always wanted more than he was ready to give, but if he didn’t start pushing himself, he was going to push everyone else away. Without a word, he followed Tyler through the door and back outside to the parking lot.

  As they made their way around the building, Layne noticed that the group now held a new member. Rooster stood there in street clothes instead of wearing the brown outfit of the sheriff’s office. This was the first time he’d ever seen the lawman in street clothes. The only thing that differentiated Rooster from the members of Heaven Hill were the cuts the members wore.

  “You good?” Liam asked, his eyes locking with those of the member he had all but forced into therapy.

  “I’m good,” Layne nodded.

  It looked like Liam wanted to argue, but at the same time he wanted to take his man at his word. “If you need anything, you let me know.”

  Embarrassment flooded through Layne. He hated to be singled out, but knew that it was a necessary evil in what he was going through. “Don’t worry, pres. I will.”

  Those words seemed to pacify the man wearing the president’s patch on his leather because he whistled loudly, bringing everyone to attention.

  “I know this is an odd place to ask everyone to meet, believe me, I’m aware of that, but we have a situation.”

  The members of Heaven Hill all looked at one another, eyebrows rising in suspicion.

  “Meredith got a call that Tyler thought we should take a look into. Her contact at the bank specifically called her and asked for our protection.”

  “What?” Jagger breathed from where he sat on his bike. “The same one that could have told us about Money Bags a few months ago? You know, the one that could have kept B from being held hostage and almost killed?”

  “One and the same.”

  There were murmurs all around, and Liam patiently let them talk amongst themselves as he and Tyler stood facing them. When the quiet mumbling died down, Liam put his hands on his hips and widened his stance. “I know y’all might be worried about this, so we’re gonna take a vote. This guy apparently seems to think that he has some info for us.”

  “What kind of info?” Layne piped up.

  “He seems to think he knows why Jessica’s here.”

  That sent rage through Layne’s body. No one was supposed to know she was in Bowling Green, much less why. “Are you fucking shitting me right now?”

  “No, I’m not fucking shitting you right now. That’s why I wanted to put this up for a vote. Do we go talk to him or do we let his ass rot?”

  “I say we go talk to him,” Steele said from where he sat on his bike. “I’ve found some pretty interesting programs on her computer, and I’ve done a little checking. Something is going on with that girl. I hate to say that, Layne, but I don’t think she’s being completely honest with you. I think we’d be stupid not to check it out.” Everybody nodded in agreement, even though hardly any of them had been privy to what he had found on Jessica’s computer.

  That didn’t sit well either. There was a possibility that she wasn’t being completely honest with him? She was the one person he’d always assumed was honest. His mind whirled in a circle, not sure where everything fit. All of a sudden, he wasn’t sure that he did want to check it out.

  “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to,” Liam offered, reading his mind.

  “No, if we agree to go, we go as a group. I don’t stay behind because I might not like what this guy has to say. That’s not the way this works,” Layne argued. “But I do have a question.”

  Liam raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, what’s that?”

  “What’s he doin’ here?” He pointed at Rooster who leaned against the back of the building.

  A look passed between the lawman and the pres. “He’s riding along.”

  “Is he riding along as a lawman or an outlaw biker?” Layne knew he shouldn’t be asking that question, that Liam would probably tell him to shut the fuck up, but he couldn’t help it. He was feeling on edge, and he had to get that nervous energy out somehow, even if it meant picking a fight.

  “I’m just riding along.” Rooster shrugged.

  “Then can I plan on getting arrested in a few nights because of what you may see us do?” he goaded.

  “Look, man.” Rooster held up his hands. “The ‘why’ of me being here doesn’t concern you, and you’re obviously spoiling for a fight, but you’re going to be gettin’ it some other place this night. I have no desire to go toe to toe with you.”

  “You still didn’t answer my question.”

  “No, you’re not gonna be arrested in a few days. Alright? That good enough for you?”

  Layne could feel Liam’s eyes on him before he spoke. “Get your shit together, or you’re not coming with us. That’s all I’m sayin’ to you right now.”

  He nodded, knowing that if he opened his mouth, more shit would spew forth. He couldn’t seem to stop it right at this moment.

  “We done?” Liam asked, using the voice that he usually reserved for Drew.

  “Yeah.” Layne swallowed hard.

  “If there are no more fuckin’ questions, let’s go. Y’all follow me; we’re supposed to be picking him up. Rooster’s gonna go ahead of us and make sure there’s not an ambush waitin’.”

  Layne wasn’t sure how he felt about this. His instincts were at an all-time high, telling him that something
about this wasn’t right. But now he questioned whether he could trust those same instincts that had brought him home from war.

  “You lookin’ to get that patch ripped off your back?” Jagger asked quietly as he came to stand beside Layne, putting his helmet on as they got ready to ride.

  “No, but I did want to know what the fuck a member of the sheriff’s office was doing here. You have to admit, it ain’t right.”

  “I’ll admit that I’m interested to see how this is all gonna play out, but I’m not tellin’ my pres it ain’t right. Get your head in the game, buddy. You need to call Doc Jones and make another appointment.”

  Jagger spoke the truth and Layne knew it. That was the first call he would be making after they made it home from wherever this ride was going to take them.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  It seemed silly to ask Jessica if she was okay, obviously she wasn’t, but Bianca couldn’t stop herself. “Wanna tell me what went on back there?” The tone she used was one that most people used with hurt animals or small children. Bianca was worried that it wouldn’t take much more to scare Jessica off for good.

  Jessica inhaled deeply, wondering what exactly she wanted to tell the other woman. Granted, they had become friends, better friends than she’d probably ever had in Hollywood, but it wasn’t easy for her to let others in. It came from years of keeping things to herself, of not ever letting anyone get too close. It was something she figured she would struggle with for the rest of her life—opening up to others and knowing exactly when they were really her friend. “I don’t know, it’s stupid,” she sighed, running her hand through her hair. It was a nervous gesture, one that many people had tried to make her get rid of.

  “No, it’s not. Anything that upsets you isn’t stupid. And trust me, the things that those guys do are sometimes stupid. Loving them is hard,” Bianca admitted.

  Those words surprised Jessica. All the women here made it look so easy, like they accepted everything without ever questioning anything. “You think so? You seem to take it in stride.”