by Geri Glenn
Grabbing her hand, we move to the back of the room where Ryker and Charlie are sitting at a tall table with Tease and Laynie. “Hey fuckers,” I tease, pulling out one of the bar stools for Ellen. “Ryk, I thought you said you and Charlie were gonna be doing shit together, away from here this weekend.”
“Yeah, but it turns out Charlie had a surprise for me when I got home. I was hoping you’d show up here because you’re the first one I wanted to know.”
“Oh my God,” Laynie squeals at the same time Ellen asks, “You are?”
Charlie grins at the two ladies and nods her head excitedly. “I’m pregnant.” All three women let out an ear-piercing screech that draws the attention of everyone in the room.
“Did you hear that everyone?” I yell. “Ryk’s gonna be a daddy!”
Rounds of cheering fill the room, and people start shuffling forward with beers, offering the happy couple their congratulations. I’ve never seen Charlie smile so big as she does when she talks about how she found out she was pregnant, and I watch my best friend as he smiles at his wife when she tells the story. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her.
I take Ellen’s hand and give it a squeeze.
“You were right,” she shouts over the drone of loud and drunken conversation. “This was exactly what I needed.”
“Oh!” Charlie shouts, almost jumping out of her chair. “Did you tell Ellen your good news?”
Ellen turns to me. “You have good news?”
“I was going to tell you later, but now’s as good a time as any. Ryker and the rest of the Kings are gonna give me a hand opening up my own garage. Ryker’s already found me a building.”
“What?” she says, throwing her arms around my neck. “That’s awesome, Jase! I know how important that is to you.”
I can’t hide my smile. Deciding that we need something more than beer to celebrate, I get up and make my way to the bar, searching for a fresh bottle of Patrón. I kneel down and look on the shelves underneath, shoving aside half-open bottles until I finally find what I’m looking for.
Standing with my prize in hand, I meet a familiar pair of blue eyes that I never thought I’d see again.
“Jase,” she smiles. “I was hoping I’d see you here.”
My body freezes. “Tawney, what are you doing here?”
Ellen
“How far along do you think you are?”
Charlie looks at me and beams, her smile lighting up the entire dreary room. “About six weeks, I think. I go for an ultrasound on Friday to see for sure.”
“That’s great news,” I gush. I had no idea that this was something that Charlie and Ryker were wanting, but looking at them now, there’s no doubt that they’re ecstatic about the news.
Her eyes go beyond me, and I watch them narrow, anger flashing across her previously happy face. Turning, I follow her gaze and see Jase leaning against the bar, talking to a blonde woman, a smile on his face. A slow burn starts in my stomach as I watch her touch his arm, throwing her head back in laughter over something he says. I can’t see her face, but I can tell from here that she has a very attractive body, and isn’t afraid to show it off.
“Uh, Ryk,” Tease says, interrupting my moment of shameless spying. “We might have a problem.”
I follow the path his finger is pointing and see a group of three women charging towards Jase and the woman he’s talking to.
“Shit!” Ryker spits as he jumps out of his seat, hurrying to intercept the women.
“What’s going on?”
“The club whores aren’t liking all the new ladies walking around here tonight, and they’re about to make a move to protect what’s theirs.” Tease drawls.
I watch as the women start screaming over Ryker’s shoulder, calling the other woman some nasty names that I’ve never even heard before.
“What’s theirs?” I ask, my stomach sinking as I turn back to watch the show. “Is Jase theirs?”
“They think so,” he replies as he gets up to help Ryker and Jase keep the screaming women apart. Just as he reaches the group, I watch as the mystery woman turns and charges at the others, and I finally get a look at her face.
It’s Tawney, the woman from the bar that had given Jase a blowjob in the bathroom. Bile works its way up my throat, and I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe. Jase snakes his arm around Tawney’s waist and pulls her back against him, yelling for everyone to calm down.
I can’t watch this anymore. I feel numb as I stand from my seat and head for the exit. I vaguely hear Charlie calling my name, but I feel like my head is spinning. I push my way through the cheering crowd as they jeer the women on, anxious for a fight to break out. Finally, after what feels like forever, I make it outside.
I step out into the night air and breathe deeply. The air is starting to get cooler, and I know that our long summer is coming to an end. Wrapping my arms around myself, I turn the corner and press my back against the cold brick. The noise from inside still reaches me, but I can no longer make out the words, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to hear them screaming about who owns who, and who needs to get the fuck out.
Inside, my mind is racing. What was Tawney doing here? And why did Jase seem to be so friendly with her after what had gone on between them? I think the part that bothers me the most is why do the club whores think that Jase belongs to them? Is he still sleeping with them? Thinking about it makes me want to puke.
“Jesus, El. You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing out here, hiding in the dark?”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t think you’d notice. You seemed to have your hands pretty full in there.”
He chuckles. “What, those bitches? I don’t give a fuck about them.”
“That’s the problem!” I yell, frustration taking me so high that I can’t find my way back down. “You don’t care about them. You use them, and you think this thing between us is just one big fucking joke. But it isn’t a joke to me, Jase. I can’t deal with this shit. I can’t deal with your life, or your past, or any of the hundreds of women that come along with it!” I push off from the wall and hold my hands out in defeat. “I have a little boy to take care of. I can’t do this.”
I go to step around him, just wanting to get the hell out of here, when he steps in front of me, blocking my escape. “When are you going to quit fuckin’ hiding behind your kid, El?”
I jerk my head back as if I’ve been slapped. “I don’t hide behind Bryce.”
“Bullshit!” he yells. “Since the very first time I asked you out, you’ve spouted off your bullshit about all the stuff going on in your life, but the truth is, you’ve been hiding—hiding from life, hiding from me, and hiding from ever taking a risk with your heart again.”
“I do—”
“You do! No matter how hard I try, you always find a way to shove me back, and every fuckin’ time, you use him as an excuse.”
“Well I don’t trust you!” I blurt.
“And there it is,” Jase says. “The real reason you run scared all the time.
“Your history speaks for itself!”
“And you don’t believe people can change?”
“I don’t want to be on the losing end of taking that chance.”
“Are you into me?”
“I… what does—”
“Just answer the fuckin’ question. Are you into me?” he screams, his face twisted in anger.
“Yes,” I scream back.
Jase’s body hits mine before I can blink, backing me up against the wall. His lips are all over mine, his tongue sliding inside my mouth. It’s like a switch gets flipped in my brain, and suddenly, all thoughts of Paul, Bryce, and my fight with Jase, leave my mind, and all I can think about is how much I need this man inside of me. I kiss him back, my body trembling with need.
Jase pulls back and glares down at me. “Can you do this? Can you handle this?”
“Shut up,” I breathe, reaching for his face once more. His lips claim mine in another hot, hungry
kiss. Snaking my hands up under his shirt, I run my fingers up his muscled abs.
His lips go to my ear and he pants heavily when he says, “I need to be inside you, El.”
“God, I need that too,” I admit. I shoot my hands out, reaching for his belt buckle, desperate to get him out of his pants. Jase grabs my wrists, mumbling something about going upstairs, but I don’t listen. “Four years, Jase,” I cry as I yank his pants down over his hips.
His chuckle of amusement turns to a hiss as I grip his cock in my hands, marvelling at the size, wondering just how I’m going to accommodate that from a standing position. Jase curses and grabs for my jeans, yanking them down my legs until they hit my knees. Before I know it, he’s spun me around and has my chest pressed against the wall.
My breathing comes out in sharp bursts as I stand there, my legs held together at the knees by my jeans, listening to Jase fumble with a condom wrapper. “Next time will be better, baby. I promise.”
“Just fuck me, Jase. Please.”
Jase grabs my hips and pulls them towards him, so I’m bent at the waist, my hands pressed against the brick. I feel his cock at my entrance, and then slowly, he fills me. He groans loudly when he gets all the way inside, and I moan.
He starts to move in and out, picking up speed with each thrust, and I can already feel my orgasm building. I don’t know if it’s the angle, or the fact that it’s Jase, but I do know that sex has never felt this good.
“Fuck, baby. This isn’t going to last long.” His thrusts get wilder and out of control. The brick bites into my palms as my pleasure builds. “Fuck, Ellen,” Jase gasps.
My climax washes over me and rolls through my body, my pussy clamping tight on Jase’s cock. His fingers dig into my hips, just as I feel him swell inside me, his own climax taking over.
We stay in that position for a few seconds, both of us trying to catch our breaths.
Jase slowly pulls out and spins me around, righting my pants and placing a tender kiss on the palm of my hands. I smile up at him and his face is full of emotion as he lowers his lips to mine. Slowly, he kisses me, making me feel more special to him than I’ve ever felt to anyone in my life.
He pulls away and grins, reaching down to pull up his own jeans and lets out a startled yelp. “Jesus Christ!”
I look and see Dexter, Laynie’s dog, standing by the corner, watching us with his tongue hanging out.
Just then, a figure steps out of the shadows about twenty feet away, hurrying towards the door. “Sorry,” Laynie mumbles. “I was just taking the dog out and… well, I didn’t see anything, so there’s that. On the other hand, my ears work fine, so I’m off to go see if Tease can bleach my ear drums for me.” With that parting note, she whistles for Dexter and disappears back inside the clubhouse.
“Oh God!” I cry. “What must she think of me?”
Jase laughs. “Please. If I know Laynie, she’s in there begging Tease to bring her out here and do the same damn thing. Don’t worry about it, babe. Really.”
He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. “Are we okay?”
I sigh. “Why were you flirting with her while I was sitting there?”
“Honestly, I was apologizing. I told her I was sorry, and that I was a real dick. I told her I’d met an amazing woman that made me realize that, and I wanted to set the record straight with her.”
“And the other girls?”
“I don’t control what they do. Lucy and the girls, they work to keep their place in this clubhouse. They don’t like competition.”
“So does that mean I’m competition?”
He nods. “Absolutely.” I stare at him with wide eyes. “To them you are. You just have to stake your claim, babe. They’ll get the hint.”
I remember the stories Charlie had told me about Lucy, and how she’d tried to push Charlie around in the beginning. Charlie had dealt with her, sort of. It was Laynie who finally put Lucy in her place by punching her in the face. God, I hope I don’t have to punch anybody in the face.
“Let’s not worry about that tonight, okay? Look, I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” All I can think about is the whorehouse showdown that I might need to participate in if I want to keep those bitches away from my man.
“Well,” he drawls, swiping his thumb across my lip and wagging his eyebrows. “I happen to know of a little house in the city that’s completely empty right now.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jase
I wake up to the scent of vanilla tickling my nostrils and a warm body wrapped tightly around my torso. I’m surrounded by peace and quiet, the only sounds coming from a ticking clock, somewhere in the house.
For the first time I can remember, I’ve gotten a full night’s sleep, and am not woken up in the morning by women screaming at someone in another room, or men fighting about who stole the last beer. The clubhouse is noisy and full of people all the time. It’s all I’ve ever known, but this—this quiet house with Ellen—I could get used to.
I slide my hand up her bare arm and squeeze her gently, burying my nose in her hair. She draws a deep breath in through her nose, her entire body straightening as she slowly stretches out her limbs. Letting her arms go loose around my waist, her big brown eyes open and stare into mine, a wide grin on her perfect lips.
“Morning.”
“Good morning.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Like a rock. Don’t know if it was the bed or the girl, but I slept better than I have in years.”
She smiles. “Good.” Resting her head back on my chest, she traces lightly up and down my skin with the tips of her fingers, causing goose bumps to race along behind them. My heart hammers inside my chest, my breathing laboured.
Reaching for her, I tip her head back and slide my lips against hers. “Last night with you was incredible, baby, but today, I’m gonna take my time with you. You deserve more than just a quick fuck against the wall, El. You deserve to be honored, loved, and worshipped.” I press a my lips to hers. “Let me worship you, baby.”
Moving my body, I keep my lips on her and roll her to her back, my tongue taking advantage of her gasp and finding its way inside. I press myself against her side and deepen our kiss, turning my head as I slide my tongue across hers, reveling in the way she tastes.
My fingertips find the hem of her tiny tank top and I slip them inside, gliding my palm up her smooth belly until my hand meets the underside of her breast. Cupping it gently, I swipe my tongue across her lips and pull back, staring into her eyes as I roll her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger.
She stares back at me with hooded eyes, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. I roll it again, and smile when she moans. The next time I roll the tight little bud, I give it a pinch and watch with fascination as her eyes fall closed. My girl likes a little pain mixed with her pleasure. This is good news.
I reach for her shirt and peel it from her body, tossing it behind me to land somewhere on the floor. I pull back and stare down at her body, taking it in for the first time, the morning sun shining off her skin. She’s gorgeous, and I want to see all of her. That tiny strip of fabric she calls panties are blocking my view. Reaching forward, I slip my fingers in the sides and slide them down her legs, not missing the flash of her pussy as she lifts them to assist me.
My cock is throbbing and screaming at me to hurry this up, always ready to jump inside any pussy it can find, but this time is different. Ellen is different. I’m gonna show her just how good things with me can be.
Stretching out beside her, I claim her mouth again and run my hand up the outside of her thigh, amazed at how smooth her skin is. When I reach her hip, I slide it across to her belly button and back down again, my fingers finding her trimmed patch of hair just below.
I give it a gentle tug and swallow down her gasp, then lower my fingers, finding her wet and ready. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
She nods, her lips and teeth biting at mine. Her
hips start to sway, trying to make more contact with my hand. I watch her hips thrust at nothing, leaving my finger just above her clit so that it barely touches it.
“Touch me.”
I roll the pad of my finger in a circle around her clit. “Like this?”
She whimpers, and I pull my hand away. “Don’t tease me, Jase Matthews. Don’t you dare tease me.”
I fight back a smile. “I won’t tease you, baby.” Sliding my body down, I settle myself between her legs and stare up at her wide eyes. Slowly, I run my tongue up her slit, parting her lips as I go. When I reach her clit, she jumps and winds her fingers through my hair, cursing as she presses herself against my face.
I love eating pussy. If it was a professional sport, I’d hold the world record. But I’ve never enjoyed eating pussy more than I enjoy Ellen’s. She tastes clean and sweet. Her hips sway with abandon while I nip, lick, and suck at her clit.
Her strangled moan echoes throughout the quiet house as I lap at her with my tongue, drawing out her pleasure for as long as I can. When her body stops trembling, I climb up her body and settle myself between her legs.
My eyes widen in shock when I hear the ripping of the condom wrapper. “Where did you get that?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she says. “Now roll over.”
I do as I’m told, curious to see what this little minx has in mind. My back barely hits the mattress before she swings a leg over top of me. I watch as she carefully rolls on the condom and settles herself over my aching cock.
She lowers herself onto me, and my hands automatically go to her hips. Staring into my eyes, she positions herself in a way that I know the base of my cock is rubbing against her already sensitive clit. I watch, my breathing choppy and shallow, as her tits bounce and her body flushes from exertion.
When her body starts to tremble, and I feel her pussy start to pulse, I switch positions, getting to my knees and sitting back on my calves as she continues to ride me. Her hands are everywhere, and I can’t watch her face come undone when she’s moving. Grabbing her wrists, I hold them gently, but firmly, behind her back, and drive myself inside her.
