by Jamie Begley
Jo’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. What had triggered her mother’s decision was a night that she still blamed herself for, regardless of what her mother and her therapist had tried to convince her of.
She wasn’t placing the sole blame on herself. There was plenty to share with the four boys who still remained untouched for the crime they had committed.
She had been a naïve fifteen-year-old when the seventeen- and eighteen-year-old high school jocks who had Treepoint at their beck and call decided she was going to be their trophy for winning their championship game.
Jo swallowed down the bile rising in her throat. It had been years, yet she could still remember every detail of that night.
Blowing her horn as she went around the curve, relieved the main road was just ahead, she relived that night. The alcohol-fueled breath breathed down on her breasts, rough hands parted her thighs, while she felt other hands using their bruising strength to pin her arms down. Pressing her foot down on the accelerator, the tow truck barreled toward town just as the sun rose high in the sky.
When Jo flipped on her windshield wipers, she realized the mist blocking her vision wasn’t from the rain outside. God, how she wished she could wipe away that night with a flip of a switch.
Slowing down when she hit the city limits, she drove past the church, then the police station. Ironic that they were on the same street. Retribution or forgiveness. She hadn’t been able to achieve either since she had come back to town.
The Dawkins were too powerful, not only with wealth but family and friends that made him untouchable. She had been untouched before Curt and his friends had lain their disgusting hands on her.
No matter how many Sundays she had spent in church, she hadn’t been able to find forgiveness in her soul for them, nor had she been able to find justice from the law. Her reaction to Rider showed that she hadn’t put the past behind her.
The Warrens had died unexpectedly. When they had gone outside to their car, they hadn’t known that it would be the last time they would walk out their door. The same damn thing could happen to her. Accidents happened all the time. One had taken her own father’s life. Any unfortunate accident could take her life, and everything she had been waiting to do would be unfinished.
Excitement and fear coursed through her veins. To achieve her plan, she needed a patsy.
A grin tugged at her lips. Pretty boy would be perfect. No one would suspect him. He would also be protected by the sheriff who wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
It was perfect. Freaking perfect.
3
Rider took the steps two at a time, going upstairs of the clubhouse and heading to his bedroom. He passed Jewell’s open door and halted in the hallway, watching as she tugged her top over her pert breasts.
“You want to be late with me?” Giving her a smoldering look that would light a fire in her pussy, he strolled into her room.
“I already have to pull from the punishment bag this week because of you.” Jewell gave him an irritated look as she sat down on the edge of her bed to put on her shoes. “If I keep being late, Shade will take over the factory again.”
Undeterred, he sank down onto the bed next to her, sliding his hand underneath her tight top, traveling up her bare spine to pull the material tighter so he could see the outline of her nipples poking out. “Shade won’t take over again, not when Lily is expecting at any minute.” Rubbing his jaw along her chinbone, he felt her shiver in his arms. “Loosen up. I want to spend the morning in bed with you.” With his free hand, he moved to the cleft of her thighs, rubbing her pussy in firm strokes.
“Damn, Rider.” Jewell started falling backward at his urging, lifting her hips greedily at his movements. “I shouldn’t have let you talk me into having a day off.”
With his chest, he crushed her breasts flat as he unsnapped her jeans. “Call in sick.”
“Shade would have to fill in for me. He would be up here before I can hang up to see if I’m lying.”
With a final swish against her clit, he removed his hand from her wet pussy. “Wake me up during your lunch hour.”
He started to get up from the bed, but she pulled him back down.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. Just what would happen when I do.”
He laughed, settling back down alongside her. “Want me to call in for you?”
Licking her bottom lip, Jewell unsnapped his jeans, parting the material to reach down and pull out his hardening cock. “Yes, I’m kind of busy.” She parted her hungry mouth, slipping over the head of his cock.
As a hiss of air escaped through his clenched teeth, he shifted slightly, reaching for his cell phone in his back pocket and hitting Shade’s number before putting the phone to his ear.
“What do you want?” Shade’s sleepy voice had Rider smiling up at the ceiling as he lay back to give Jewell more of his cock.
“Jewell isn’t feeling well. I talked her into taking the day off.”
“Then you can go work for her.” Shade definitely wasn’t happy to be woken up with the bad news that the factory’s manager needed the day off.
“Can’t. I’m busy.” He pushed Jewell’s head farther down. The woman could suck cock with her hands tied behind her back. He would know.
“Get un-busy. I’m not filling in for Jewell because she wants to spend the day with you.”
“Come on, Shade. When Lily has the baby, it’ll be three months before Jewell will be able to take off.” Another hiss of air escaped him when Jewell closed her mouth tighter on him.
“I’ll work until one. Lily has a doctor’s appointment at one thirty. Either you or Jewell better have your ass in the office at one.”
Rider grinned down at Jewell after Shade had disconnected. Tossing his cell phone on the bed, he kicked his boots off, then settled back on the rumpled bed to enjoy his blowjob.
“Aren’t you going to be late?” A female voice from the doorway had him raising his head.
“Jewell’s sick.”
Ember came farther into the bedroom. “It must be catching. I’m feeling hot myself.” The sultry woman lay on the bed next to him, enviously watching Jewell suck his cock before dipping her mouth to kiss his.
Thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, he returned the kiss, sharing with her the lust that he and Jewell had been building.
“Shade will be pissed if you don’t show,” he warned, smoothing her T-shirt out of his way. Ember’s tits were heavier than Jewell’s, the scrap of black lace was more of a decoration than holding them confined in their cups. Rider raised himself, laving the skin between her breast and nuzzling the lace aside to suck one rosy nipple into his mouth.
“You going to make it worth the punishment?” Ember’s eyes glittered salaciously back at him.
“Don’t I always?” he mumbled against her tit, giving her nipple a playful nip before he released her breast. “Sit on my face.”
Not needing further encouragement, Ember jerked off the bed, removing her clothes in a rush.
When she positioned herself over him, his tongue was waiting to taste her. Surrounding her clit with his lips, he then pushed his tongue into the slit of her pussy, driving inside the wet channel.
Ember moaned, placing her hands on either side on his head as Jewel sucked harder on his cock, wanting her share of his attention. He had no qualms that he wouldn’t be able to satisfy both women.
Rider grabbed Ember’s hips, pulling her farther down on his mouth. He loved having his mouth on a woman’s pussy, almost as much as he enjoyed having his cock in a woman’s throat. The power of keeping them in his control as they sought to please him was a heady feeling of euphoria that most men could find in a bottle of liquor or drugs. Women, however, were his choice of drugs. He was addicted to their taste and smell, almost as much as the sounds of their moans when they begged to come.
Moving his hand from Ember’s hip, he used it to take his cock away from Jewel, hearing his cock pop out as he rolled over, re
versing positions with Ember. With his hand still on his cock, the other went to the back of Ember’s neck, raising her to meet his cock. Opening her mouth, she sucked him as he slid to the back of her throat. His cock twitched, spilling his semen into her experienced throat.
“Strip for me,” Rider croaked out to Jewell, jutting his hips out to ride out his orgasm.
Jewell crawled off the end of the bed. Her hand at her top, pressing it to her flat waistline, she tortuously inched it upward, moving her hips and feet to imaginary music.
By the time her top was off, he had pulled his cock out of Ember’s mouth and had started finger-fucking her to the movements of her hips.
“Play with yourself,” he ordered Jewell as he fucked Ember faster.
Jewell went to the opening of her jeans before sliding them downward.
“Without the jeans.” He spoke louder to be heard over Ember’s moans. “When I get done with her, I’m going to fuck you. You want it, you’re going to have to work for it.” He jutted his still half-hard dick in her direction.
“Maybe I don’t want it,” Jewell teased, taking her hand out of her jeans, then sexily peeling her jeans over her hips.
“You want it.” He grabbed his cock with his free hand, stroking it into another erection.
Jewell wantonly kicked off her jeans, then raised one foot to the edge of the bed, giving him an eyeful of her glistening cunt. Wetting one long delicious finger, she sank it into her pussy.
His erection, never far away when a pussy was near, nudged Ember’s squirming waist.
“You think you deserve it more than Ember?” he taunted Jewell, taking his finger out of Ember’s clenching pussy and putting it in his mouth, licking her juices off before he reached for a condom on the nightstand. “She’s in bad shape.”
“So am I,” Jewell whimpered.
“Two waiting pussies, one cock. What’s a man supposed to do?” Rolling the condom on in the same movement he got off the bed, he moved to stand behind Jewell.
As he shoved her headfirst onto the bed, her hands splaying out to catch herself, Rider pounded his cock into her tight pussy, feeling her clench him like a fucking glove.
“Rider! What about me?” Ember mewled like a cat in heat.
“Come here.” He motioned her closer to Jewell. When she had scooted her ass close enough, he positioned her until she was lying on top of Jewell.
Rider gritted his teeth. The sight of two greedy pussies had him thrusting harder inside of Jewell.
As Jewell and Ember began kissing each other, his fingers went to Ember’s pussy as he continued fucking Jewell. He dug into Ember’s ass cheeks, taking his cock out of Jewell then sliding it into Ember. He gave her several hard strokes before he pulled out then plunged back into Jewell. He alternated fucking each woman until his skin shone in sweat.
He gripped Ember’s other ass cheek over the faint purple bruise he had left there last night before he had gone out to meet Carly at her apartment. There was something immensely satisfying to see his mark on her. It wasn’t as sweet as the one he had left on Carly’s shoulder, or the one he had put on Jewell’s tit, or the one he had wanted to give Jo.
Thinking about the way the woman had blown him off had him pounding even harder into Ember. There weren’t many women who he couldn’t get his dick into, yet Jo was the one who grated on his pride.
Ember caught his attention by breaking off from kissing Jewell to suck on Jewell’s neck. Rider snaked his hand out, taking a handful of her hair and pulling her mouth away from the woman’s neck.
Clicking his tongue at her for being bad, he said, “You know I don’t like anyone to mark any of the women but me.”
“S-sorry,” Ember sobbed when his hand landed heavily on her bare ass.
“It okay … this time.” He soothed his hand over the red mark.
“Thank you. I won’t do it again.” Ember had to hold on to Jewell’s shoulders to keep herself from being knocked over from his penetrating thrusts.
“You’re such a good girl,” Rider crooned as he switched to Jewell’s pussy. He fucked her so hard that both women and the bed rocked. He was about to switch again when he felt Jewell’s pussy tightening. Knowing she was about to come, he rewarded her by angling upward to hit the spot that would drive her over the edge. When she pulled Ember into a voracious kiss, he knew he had succeeded. Then, when her legs stopped shaking, he pulled his dick out, giving Ember his whole attention.
Leaning forward as he fucked her, he placed his mouth on her shoulder. Biting down, he gave her another mark.
Ember’s whimpers of pleasure had his own lust overwhelming him. He sunk down onto both women in a sexual frenzy that nearly blew his fucking mind into a desire-ridden haze that lasted all morning.
Hours later, Rider lifted one eye to look at the clock sitting on Jewell’s nightstand. Yawning, he carefully moved off a sleeping Jewell’s back without waking Ember, who was sleeping on the other side of him. Shifting out from underneath her, he sidled across the bed, getting to his feet. Walking naked from the room, he showered in the bathroom before going to his bedroom to dress.
His bed was still unmade from the night before, pillows and sheets hanging off the side. Taking the pillowcases off the pillows and bunching the sheets into his arms, he carried the dirty laundry downstairs to the basement. Seeing the washing machine was empty, he started the load before going out the side door to the path that led down to the factory.
The green metal building sat below the clubhouse, sitting on the back portion of the parking lot. The lot was filled with the employees’ vehicles from town, and a large box truck at the back was ready to be filled with orders that would go out at the end of the day.
He had a minute to spare when he walked into the office.
Shade eyed him critically before standing and letting him have the seat behind the desk.
“Jewell’s not coming?”
“I thought I’d give her a break. She’s exhausted.” Sitting down, he rolled the computer chair closer to the desk.
“I told Viper that Jewell and Ember didn’t come in today.”
Shade didn’t communicate his actions often. When he did, it was usually for a reason. He was letting him know he was angry at being asked to work that morning.
“Viper will dock their pay.” Rider angrily stared across the desk at The Last Riders’ enforcer.
“Why should they be paid to stay in bed and fuck you?” Shade unrepentantly locked eyes with his. “I had shit to do this morning. I promised to spend the morning with Lily at the church. She had promised to be there to help Rachel and Willa get ready for the auction.”
Rider’s anger dissipated. Shade wouldn’t have let Lily out of his sight to go to the church without him. Not only had his morning fuck session inconvenienced Shade and Lily, but Rachel and Willa.
“Lucky and Cash pissed, too?”
“What do you think?” Shade didn’t make the effort to lessen his guilt.
“I’m sorry. If you had told me you had shit to do, I would have worked, or sent Jewell to work.”
“Would it have made a difference?”
“Probably not at the time,” he admitted. His cock always took precedence over what everyone else wanted. It was a fault of his character, and he saw no reason to change it. That’s why he was single and available to any woman at any time.
“That’s why I waited to tell you. Brother, you know me; I’m all about you doing what makes you happy, but when it interferes with work, we have a problem, because then I have to step in or Viper does, and then you’re interfering with shit that makes us happy.”
“You happy? You’ve never been happy a day in your life,” Rider scoffed at the use of happy and Shade in the same sentence.
Shade’s lips thinned into a firm line. “Then let’s put it another way. The next time one of the women wants to call in sick on a day you’re off, they better have a doctor’s excuse or start looking for another job.”
Fuck. J
ewell and Ember were going to be furious at that decree. He wasn’t happy with it himself.
“Point taken. If they call in sick, it won’t be because of something I’ve done.”
“Good.” Once he had said his piece, Shade moved on, reaching for a check that was lying on the desk and giving it to him. “Give this to Jo. She should be here in thirty minutes. She’s bringing Killyama’s car. Have her park it in the bay. Train wants it to be a surprise.”
“That piece of crap? We should be paying Jo to keep and scrap it.”
“The Destructor women have a sentimental attachment to it, which Train understands.”
“To each their own.” He wouldn’t give a nickel for that scrap of heap. He didn’t care how much money Train had paid to have it restored.
When Shade turned his head toward the window that showed The Last Riders clubhouse and the path that led to Shade’s house, Rider turned to see what he was looking at.
Rider swallowed hard, envious of the man the woman belonged to. She was walking elegantly toward the factory despite her protruding belly. The raven-haired beauty was strikingly beautiful when she wasn’t pregnant. Pregnancy magnified her beauty, as if she glowed from an inner warmth surrounding her protectively.
“Looks like Lily is ready for her appointment. If you don’t go, she’ll be late.” He put the check underneath the calendar in plain sight to remind himself to take it outside when Jo arrived.
“If something comes up, call Viper. My phone will be off until we come out of the doctor’s office.”
Rider nodded, pretending to focus on the e-mails that needed to be answered and evading Shade’s searching, keen gaze.
“Rider …”
“Don’t keep her waiting.”
When he looked again, Shade was gone.
He went to the window, standing to the side, watching Lily’s face when she caught sight of Shade. She practically ran into his arms despite being away from her husband for only a few hours and her being heavily pregnant.
He gripped the cord of the blinds, jerking it taut and lowering them, removing the couple from sight as Shade reached her.
