“Baby, don’t you know by now that I’d do anything for you? You’re mine, Luna. I take care of what’s mine, and that includes anyone who’s important to you.”
For how long? I wanted to ask him. I knew that he'd uttered the same words when we'd been fucking, but I'd thought that it had just been something he’d said in the heat of the moment. I stared at him in awe, not quite sure of what to do with that. He didn’t even know my parents, and yet he was willing to see to their safety. I threw myself at Jace, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. “Thank you!”
"Baby, let me get cleaned up, and then you can show me how appreciative you are by riding my dick."
Ohmygod, he didn't! I glanced up at Moody, feeling my face on fire, but thank God either the man hadn't heard, or he was that disinterested. I wasn't used to being talked to like that, and especially not in public. My body responded to Jace's dirty talk in a very big and wet way. Now my whole body felt like it was on fire. I squirmed a little, but all it did was make me aware of Jace's growing hard-on.
He growled in my ear. "Make your call to the police. I'll contact my friends. Then we fuck. Long and hard. Till neither of us has the strength to crawl out of bed."
I shivered at the image that his words conjured up.
Of us naked.
In bed.
Fucking ourselves into exhaustion.
My heart rate picked up speed.
My panties soaked through with arousal.
"Okay."
It was all I could manage as overwhelming heat enveloped me, along with a need so strong that it just might possibly ruin me.
Chapter 23
Jace
I got in touch with Rebel, a friend of mine who lived down in Daytona. He was a nomad, too, and had decided to set down roots now that he had an old lady. He still took on jobs, but I knew that he liked to stay close to home as much as possible. ‘Course, Daytona and Key West may as well have been in another state, they were so far apart. I knew he wouldn't mind the seven plus hour ride though, and I'd win brownie points with Ginger, his old lady, for hiring him for a safe job.
The report that Luna had received from the cops had alleviated her fears that Seth had hurt her parents. They were okay, a little shaken up, but once they were able to talk to her everyone was relieved. Rebel had found a house to rent near them, and was staked out there. The realtor hadn't wanted to rent it to him at first because Rebel had asked for a month-to-month lease, but a handful of cash up front had changed the realtor's mind.
My thoughts drifted to Luna. Her sexy ass was waiting for me at the bar. She'd nearly given me a fucking heart attack the day before. Watching her struggle for air, seeing the fear in her eyes--hell, I recognized when someone was hyperventilating, but I hadn't been able to think of anything past getting to her. I didn't usually lose my cool like that, and thank fuck Moody had had the presence of mind to snap me out of my mind-numbing panic.
"You have it bad, brother," he'd said later, when Luna was on the phone with her mother.
"Can't argue with you about that," I'd responded, unable to take my eyes off of her.
I was an asshole for getting a hard-on when she'd been on my lap, especially after the scare she'd had, but I was weak when she was around. Looking at her was visually stimulating. Her curvy little body was a walking wet dream--full tits stretching out every tee, the rounded, heart shape of her ass, the way the material of her shorts cupped those mounds that I wanted to dig my hands into. But it was the seam in her shorts, disappearing between the crack of her ass as she walked, that kept my dick fucking hard.
I'd barely taken the time to clean up before I'd pulled her into bed and fucked her hard, making up for my days away from her. She'd been a little firecracker, sucking me off like a fucking pro while I'd fucked her tits. I'd wanted to give her a pearl necklace, but she'd been a hungry little witch and had kept those sweet lips locked around the head of my dick until I'd given her my whole load.
I was ready to repeat that scene.
Christ. I had to stop thinking about what she could do with her mouth because I was sitting in a room full of men, getting serious wood. We were waiting for Reaper to come in for church. I moved to re-arrange my dick into a more comfortable position, hoping that no one noticed. Finally, Reaper came into the room, slamming the door behind him. He started talking before he’d even reached his chair at the head of the table.
"Tiger just got released from the hospital, Roy and Dober are bringing him back now." The good news was followed up with energized cheers and head nods. "He won't be able to ride for a while, still has his leg in a fucking cast."
"Could have been worse," Raze remarked with a stony face. He'd been with Tiger when the Destroyers had ambushed them.
"Thank fuck it wasn't, brother," Wolfman grumbled.
Puck laughed. "Tiger hates being in a cage."
Fuck, we all did.
Reaper exhaled a loud breath. "Time to talk strategy. We need to show the Destroyers we're not going to take their fucking shit. They want war, they got it. We crippled their clubhouse and burned down one of their hideouts, but that's not enough."
"Don't forget we took out a few of their brothers," Razor added.
"That was their fucking fault, too," Wildman snarled. "None of this would be happening if they'd kept their asses home."
"Well, it did happen, and now we're going to deal with it." All eyes shot to Reaper. "Tucker and Rollin are our explosives experts. Obviously they can't be at all five locations at the same time. We need three volunteers for a crash course. I'm asking for brothers without families."
You could have heard a pin drop in the room. Working with explosives was serious business and dangerous as fuck, dangerous enough even for the experts. I could imagine what was going through my brothers' minds. Right now they were thinking about their women, their families, their fucking lives.
Moody was first to raise his hand. I wasn't surprised. Nothing was too fucking dangerous for him. I sometimes wondered if he had a death wish. I'd worked with him enough to know that he took chances, but he was fucking good at what he did. Fury was next to raise his hand. He was young, but that didn't mean shit when you were patched into an MC. Finally, Puck followed suit.
Reaper gave a satisfied nod. "When church is over, get with Rollin and Tucker, you have two days to become fucking experts. When the time comes, each one of you will be responsible for setting the explosives that will take out their hideouts. I want them set so that when detonated the fucking things go sky high, along with anyone inside of them. Anyone trying to escape will be shot down."
"Hope you're planning on sending help with us, Prez," Puck commented, grinning slightly. "I know I'm good, but I'm not fucking Superman or anything."
A few of the men snorted.
“Drones.”
Instant silence ensued. No one breathed. All eyes swung to Moody.
He was looking at Reaper, and shrugged. “Just thought of it.”
“Fuck,” Wolfman said, nodding his head eagerly, as if agreeing to something that had already been put on the table for a vote. “That’s a damned good idea.” He glanced around at his brothers. “Heard the River Cruise boys down in Mississippi did something like that when they wanted to take out the president of another club. Forgot all about that.”
“They made sure he was traveling on a lonely stretch of road and bam! Dropped a fucking bomb down on the vehicle he was riding in using a drone!” Puck added, excited. “I remember hearing about that at the time.”
“Yeah, was a few years ago.”
Reaper glared at each man as they spoke. “I’m the president of this fucking club and I’m just hearing about this now?”
Wolfman shrugged. “Didn’t think much of it at the time. Besides, you were pretty involved with winning Marie over at the time,” he explained with a grin. “Seemed like a chicken-shit way of eliminating the enemy anyway.”
“Gutless,” agreed Puck.
“Well, fu
ck,” Reaper murmured, his mouth twisted down at the corners. “That’s the answer then. Training won’t be necessary. Good for us. Rollin and Tucker can pack the drones with explosives, all we have to do is fly them to the locations and hit the detonators when the time comes.”
Fury snorted. “Anyone here know anything about fucking drones?”
“What’s to know? They come with fucking instructions,” Raze grunted. A few snorts sounded in the room.
“Moses, you’re in charge of getting the drones, and get a few extras in case we need them in the future. Just get the quadcopter, keep it simple and low cost since we’re blowing the mother fuckers up.” Moses acknowledged Reaper with a chin lift. “We’ll still need to be there to make sure shit goes according to plan, but this way we can remain hidden.”
“Gutless,” Puck murmured, shaking his head with disappointment.
“What the fuck, brother!” Wolfman snarled, baring his teeth. “You don’t have an old lady and a baby to consider like some of us do. Think, man. There may not be any Destroyers at these locations, and our main objective is to blow up their hideouts. If we take a few of them out this way . . .” His voice trailed off as he shrugged uncaringly.
Puck remained silent, but it was obvious that he wanted to say more. I agreed with Wolfman. The older I got, the longer I wanted to keep breathing. I didn’t mind fighting when it was necessary, any one of us at the table would have given up our life for the other, but using drones seemed like an easy and effective way of destroying the Destroyers retreats. We could get in and hit them before they knew what was coming.
“What about their clubhouse?” I asked, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair.
“Fuck, brother, I’m not heartless,” Reaper grinned. “Gotta leave them somewhere to go back to to lick their wounds.”
Fury added, “Yeah and we left it fucking damaged. They’ll be busy rebuilding.”
“Hope the fuckers rethink this war they started with us.”
I silently agreed with Moses. I wanted to spend some time figuring out what made Luna’s pussy so fucking special. Since I’d been with her I hadn’t been interested in any of the available pussy at the club or on the road. Even when I’d seen a woman who would normally have peaked my interest, she hadn’t peaked the interest of my dick. He wanted Luna and only Luna. Damn, she was a fucking sweet woman, and I got hard thinking about her even now. Did I really want to fuck her out of my system? I kind of liked the way I was feeling all territorial with her ass. It was strange wanting to keep a woman to myself.
Reaper’s voice brought me back to the present. “That’s the hope, brother. None of us wants war, but what we’re about to do could backfire on us.”
“Then we’ll be ready for them.” No one doubted Razor, and a strong MC was always ready. Nods went around the room in response to his comment.
“Okay, then. We’ll hold off further discussion until the drones are here.” His gaze went to Jim, who’d sat silently with his own thoughts. “How’s Casey, brother?” The atmosphere turned quiet as all eyes fell on him.
Jim eye-balled the room as a whole, and then shrugged. “Crying all the time. Not sleeping. Won’t let me fucking touch her unless it’s impersonal. Not that I’d try anything. Fuck.” He released a resigned breath. “How would you be, brother? It’s tearing me up that I can’t help her. She don’t want to see anyone, except Luna. Just sits in a corner of the bed all day.”
“That’s not good. Has the doc been in to see her?”
Jim nodded. “Yeah. She’s healing up fine. No lasting damage.”
“That’s something, at least. Give her some more time,” Reaper suggested. “If she doesn’t start coming around soon, we’ll get someone here to help her.” That’s what it was all about. The club took care of its own.
There was fucking emotion in Jim’s eyes, and I looked down at the floor. It was always hard seeing a brother in pain. “Appreciate it, Prez.” It was clear by the sound of his voice that he was about to lose it.
“Church is over for now.” Great. I wanted to get to Luna. I started to get up with the others. “Jace, Moody, stay for a minute.”
Moody hadn’t even moved from his chair, as if he’d guessed ahead of time that Reaper would want to talk. I sank back down in my chair, not surprised to see that Wolfman hadn’t moved either. Once the door closed behind the last brother, I pinned eyes on Reaper. I guess my impatience was apparent, because he gave me a knowing grin.
“I appreciate you brothers being here to help,” he began by saying. “Thank fuck you thought of the drones, brother.” He looked at Moody, who gave a brief nod. “Got a job if you’re interested, after this Destroyer shit is taken care of.”
“Seems you’re counting on it.”
He nodded with confidence. “Fucking praying on it,” he admitted. “Sawtooth is a crazy fucker, though, and we did kill his younger brother. Who knows?” He shrugged.
“Maybe we’ll get lucky, and one of those bombs will find him.”
I snorted at Wolfman’s remark. “Yeah, now that would be fucking sweet.”
“What’s the job?” Moody inquired, his arms crossed over his massive chest. He liked to get right to the point.
Reaper leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the table and making a steeple with his hands. “We sold a shit load of guns to a big arms dealer down in New Mexico, legal shit. Figured since you live that way you wouldn’t mind delivering them for me. Free up the brothers from having to make the round trip.”
“I can do that.” He glanced at me. “You got plans?” I immediately thought about Luna, but shook my head anyway.
“Just a simple drop off,” Reaper went on to explain. “No money changing hands. There’ll be room on the truck for your bikes. Not expecting any trouble, but you never know.”
“This is the second shipment this year for this dealer.”
“Yeah, it’s turning out to be a big payload for us,” Reaper added, agreeing with Wolfman. He gave us a look. “The usual ten percent of the haul?”
I nodded. I assumed that Moody had too when he didn’t speak. “Who’s the shipment going to?”
“Ortega Gonzalez.”
“Know him,” Moody spoke up with a smirk on his lips. “Bought a few pieces off of him.” He gave a meaningful look. “Out the back door.”
That wasn’t unusual for gun dealers in New Mexico. A lot of legal dealers kept an illegal stash that they sold to the gangs and the MCs in the area. They filed off anything that could be traced first.
“I’ll set it up then.” The four of us got to our feet at the same time. I didn’t like the knowing gleam in Wolfman’s eyes. “In a hurry to get back to your woman, brother?”
Why deny it? I’d practically had a hard-on since church had started, but that didn’t mean I had to admit it by acknowledging that Luna had the sweetest, creamiest pussy that I’d ever had. No one had to know how tight her cunt hugged my dick, or how luscious her tits were as I watched them bounce every time I plowed into her. Those secrets were for me and me alone. While some brothers didn’t mind bragging about their sex lives with their women, I didn’t want to give my brothers any more reason to put leering eyes on Luna.
They eye-fucked her enough when she was around.
My gaze sought her out as soon as I left the room, moving to the place that I’d left her earlier. She wasn’t there. I began scanning the crowded, noisy room for her. My heart almost stopped and my dick punched forward when I saw her bent over the pool table getting ready to take a shot. There was that fine ass! I couldn’t take my eyes off the enticing outline of those full, juicy globes as she shifted around for a good position, her shorts riding up right to where I wanted my tongue. I wasn’t the only one eyeing her curves, either. I thumped behind the heads of a few brothers along my way toward her, reaching her just as she stretched over the table and took her shot.
A startled squeal escaped her when I pushed up flush against her from behind and leaned my upper
torso over the back of hers so I could whisper into her ear. “You know what it does to a man when he enters a room and sees his woman’s cute little ass stuck up in the air in offering like that?” I knew she had to feel my hard-on against her ass.
“Your woman?” she inquired in a husky voice.
I bit her ear. “Do I have to prove it to you?” She shivered delicately. “Because I wouldn’t mind lowering your shorts and claiming you right here in front of everyone.” I groaned low when she ground her ass against my seeking dick.
“You done playing?” the prospect on the other side of the table asked with a big grin on his young face.
I shifted my eyes over to meet his. “She’s done.” I slid the pool cue easily from Luna’s hands, straightening up as I began to pull her away from the table. I needed to be inside her and not a minute later than was necessary. Our room was my destination, but as soon as we left the main room and rounded the corner to the hallway, where it was private, I pushed her up against the wall and slammed my mouth down on hers.
I swallowed her soft sound of surprise, thrusting past the weak seam of her lips to take her mouth with my tongue. Liquid sweetness flooded my taste buds, fueling my hunger for more. She jabbed her small tongue against mine with eager enthusiasm, drawing a groan up my throat. It didn’t take much before we were losing control, kissing and sucking and nibbling at each other’s mouths as if it were our first kiss.
Or our last.
I leaned into Luna, running my hands over her clothes until frustration and the need to touch her silken skin urged me to find the hem to her tee and move underneath it. My fingertips skimmed over the soft flesh on her sides before moving around to her belly. She sucked in her breath, her nails clenching into my arms as I made my way up her abdomen to the tempting mounds of her tits, nipples already hard as little jewels I flicked my thumb over them until she was squirming and whimpering.
She arched as if in offering, and turned her head to the side, panting for breath. “Jace . . . someone will see us!”
I laughed, nuzzling the side of her neck beneath her hair. “Let them. I want them to know that you belong to me.”
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