by M. N. Forgy
“Hmm. Did you sleep with another member’s mom?” His eyes narrow, conveying he didn’t.
“Did you… hustle a game of pool and get stabbed in the chin with the cue?” He laughs, so I know that’s not it. At this point, I’m really just pulling stuff from the air.
“Okay, you’re making the real reason behind the scar look small. I got cut in a fight.”
“Really, you couldn’t tell me that?”
His hands slide up and down my sides. “I think I’ll just tell everyone I got impaled by a cue stick. Sounds badass, right?”
His gaze rolls across my chest hungrily, his fingers touching every inch of bare skin on my hips and stomach. A familiar warmth builds in my limbs, my body awakening with his rough touch.
“You got a third question, so I get one.”
I frown, curious what he wants to know. “Okay…”
“You said you were with one other guy.” My face pales, my palms sweaty. “Did you love him?”
I swallow, really rethinking this whole question thing.
“Not at all. In fact, he was an asshole. He took me in the back of his squad car, and he was anything but a gentleman.”
“Did he make you come?” My eyes snap to his with surprise. His brows are in a hard line, his jaw tight. “The way you react when you fall apart at my fingertips, it’s as if you’ve never had an orgasm. Your body is so out of control, so natural.”
My cheeks flush.
“You’re the only one I’ve had an orgasm with. Any orgasm at all, actually.”
“So, the first time you ever came was on my fingers on the side of the road?” He smiles, the memory flashing across his eyes.
“Yeah,” I reply shyly.
“I need inside of you now.” He grips my thighs, standing with me in his arms.
“They say the best part about fighting is the make-up sex,” I state, my words coming out all breathy. “We should fight more often.”
He squeezes my ass cheeks, a growl rumbling through his chest. “I have no doubt that we will.”
Zeek kisses along my jaw, gripping my thighs roughly. We stumble into a wall and onto an end table. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his tight body. I can’t help but run my hands over it, so soft and hard at the same time. Each muscle is perfectly outlined and beading with sweat.
He picks me up again, only making it a couple of steps before he plows us into my computer chair, and I fall onto the desk.
Zeek kicks the chair out of the way and places both hands on either side of me. His eyes are hooded, lips parted.
His eyes fall from mine, landing on something next to my hip. Following his line of sight, I find my duty belt.
He grabs it, taking out both pairs of my cuffs.
“Oh, no, you don’t! My voice rises, my heart racing.
He grins, boyish dimples appearing.
He turns me, grabbing my wrist. “Lie flat,” he orders.
“I don’t know about this,” I state, my heart beating hard. Last time I let him cuff me, he left.
He bites his bottom lip. “Trust me.”
Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and lower myself onto the desk, my back flush with the top. I don’t know why I trust him, but I do. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me, like he’d burn this town to the ground before he’d let someone even look at me longer than he’d like.
“Good girl,” he whispers, unbuttoning his jeans. He cuffs one wrist to a leg of the table, my arm arching over the side. Walking along the other side, he does the same thing to the other hand.
Running his hand along my stomach and hips, he makes a hissing sound between his teeth.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” His voice comes out gravelly and strained as he wrestles my pants from my legs.
I try to lift my head to look at him, to see his tanned gorgeous body, but restraints keep me from lifting all the way up.
Using his knee, he pushes himself onto the desk and hooks his fingers along the corners of my panties, slowly pulling them off. The fabric tickles my legs as they slide downward. My breathing quickens, anticipation killing me.
Climbing over me, he presses his hand right next to my head, his face an inch from mine. God, he’s so dangerously sexy. Crazy beautiful.
His eyes narrow, his face serious. “You’re mine, Jillian. There’s no going back. You had your chance to tell me no, but that chance is gone now.” I swallow hard as his finger trails along my clit, my body bucking in reaction.
“Do you understand? Do you understand that you’re mine now?” His words are dead serious, his tone not asking, but telling.
My eyes meet his deep brown ones, which are serious and primal, telling me I will never escape him.
The things I feel for this man are dangerous on so many levels, scary beyond anything I can comprehend.
But beyond it all, I want to be his.
I want to be his obsession.
He’s dangerous and fucking sexy, and I want him all to myself.
“I understand. Just promise me you’ll never hurt me. That if you get bored with me, you’ll let me go with some respect,” I state, my words coming out breathy.
His brows furrow. “You’re not going anywhere.” Leaning down, he kisses me so hard I feel my lips may bruise. That’s when I know without a doubt I won’t walk away from this without being completely broken. But I’d rather take that chance than not be here now with him. To feel his hard body on top of mine, to see his eyes light up when he looks at me, and the rough touch of his hands on my skin.
Pulling away, he nips at my jaw, trailing down my neck and collarbone. I lift a hand to grab at his back but the cuffs bite against my wrist, reminding me of my bindings.
He trails along my bra and down my stomach, biting at my navel. A cool breeze blows against my clit, and I clench my eyes shut, the pleasure too intense.
A warm tongue laves at my wetness and a small moan escapes my lips. The stubble on his cheeks rubs against my thighs, causing the skin to burn. He continues to lick, suck, and nip at my clit and pussy, my body writhing and tensing as it’s wound into a ball of pleasure and tingles.
My toes curl along the edge of the desk, and a soft cry catches in my throat.
Zeek pulls away, my body cooling instantly.
“Why’d you stop?” I pant.
Leaning over, his hands undo my left handcuff before doing the same to the right.
“I need inside of you.” His voice comes out tremulous. “Bed,” he pants. Scooping me off the desk, I spot all my paperwork, lamp, and cuffs on the floor.
“Yes. Bed,” I agree, fisting his dark hair into my fingers.
“When I’m done with you, when I feel like I’ll actually be satisfied, that tight little pussy of yours is going to be ruined. I’m going to tear it up, because I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, and I plan on doing it as much as possible.”
FIFTEEN
ZEEK
I can’t sleep. I just keep watching Jillian. The way the sheet is tangled around her soft skin, the way her lips part as she’s asleep. She’s someone I surely don’t deserve. I put up a barrier long ago, locking anything that might make me weak in a cage. Anything human, I should say—feelings, affection, hope. I was an animal; the only thing I focused on was fucking, eating, and killing. It was safer that way. But Jillian, she pushed through the bars of my cage, taming me into someone who has compassion, into something humane. She made me feel. I don’t like it; it’s unnatural.
When I’m away from her, I’m thinking about the next time I’m going to be near her again. When I’m with her, I can’t get enough of her. I want everything she has to offer. I want her body. Her soul. Her love. I want every breath she takes, every moan she whimpers spilling from her lips because of me.
Bringing her close to me, I pull the blanket back over the both of us. She’s terrible about hogging them, but I like it.
“I love you, Jillian,” I whisper into her hair.
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�ll kill her before I let her leave me.
***
The whistle of Kill Bill wakes me from my sleep. Squinting against the sunlight, the phone goes off again.
Cursing, I get off the bed and head into the living room, finding my jeans on the floor.
Three missed calls, and three texts. All from Felix. Shit, I forgot to check in with him yesterday. I better get to the club; since I’ve been away, my uncle has made it his personal playgroup.
I get dressed and head back into the bedroom. Jillian is naked, tangled in the sheet, her black furball sleeping at the top of her pillow.
My phone goes off again, another text from Felix. What the fuck?
I open the first text.
Where are you, man? Haven’t heard from you…
I’ve called and called. You don’t reply, I’m having Mac trace your fucking cell!
You missed Church.
I open the last text and find a picture of Jillian’s house. My eyes widen, my heart racing. He’s here!
Swiping my hands through my hair, I stride out of the house and find Felix on his bike right out front.
I head down the steps.
“You fucking had Mac trace my cell phone?” I seethe.
“Man, you don’t so much as piss without me knowing. You’ve been gone, I didn’t know if some club offed you, Frank got you, or what!” He points at the house. “Who’s in there?”
I shrug. “A chick.”
“Hmm. Where’s your bike?” He tilts his head to the side.
Rubbing my forehead, I try to think of a reason that would explain why I park around the corner… but I don’t have one.
Ignoring him, I walk toward my bike. Hearing boots thud against the ground, I look over my shoulder, finding Felix following me.
“And why would you park around the block? You hiding something?”
I stop, anger rushing through my veins.
“I think you better head back to the club, and keep your nose in your own shit,” I bark.
He nods, looking off into the distance. He turns around and walks toward Jillian’s garage, looking in, and I know right then and there that the game is up.
“What. The. Fuck!” He jumps back, his hands in his hair.
“It’s not what you think.”
He scoffs.
“You fucking that?”
I rub at the back of my neck. “I tried, man. I tried like hell to stay away… I just couldn’t.” I shake my head.
“You’re actually serious. Do you realize what you’ve done?”
I don’t say anything, because anything he has to say has already crossed my mind a million times.
“They’ll kill you.” He shoves me hard and I swallow, trying to stay calm.
“They will kill you!” he repeats, shoving me again. Having enough, I shove him back so hard he falls on his ass. But not for long; he jumps to his feet and gets in my face.
“We have history, Felix, and I love you like a brother. But don’t take that as a weakness.”
“They. Will. Kill. You,” he whispers, his eyes glossy.
“I know.” I push the words through clenched teeth.
“They’ll kill her, too.” He points at the house, his eyes never leaving mine.
I don’t respond, because that will never happen. I won’t let it, my eyes conveying that clearly.
“You’re a fucking traitor.” He shakes his head and steps back. “You didn’t just turn on the club, you turned on me.” He curses under his breath and starts heading back to his bike, and guilt rips through me.
“It’s not like that, Felix.”
He stops in his tracks and turns.
“If you care about her at all… you’ll break it off.”
Just the words have panic rising in my chest. Looking down, I shake my head.
“I—I can’t.”
Silence falls, so I look up at him. His face is red, his nostrils flaring, fists clenched.
“Fuck you!” he hollers, walking back to his bike.
I know I should leave Jillian. I know I broke my oath to the brotherhood. But I can’t walk away, and now we’re both screwed.
***
Walking into the club, the scent of cheap perfume, body odor, and beer greet me.
“Zeek!” Dolly throws her arms out in excitement. She runs toward me, but I hold my hand out, stopping her. Her mouth is swollen, her tooth crooked as shit. Jillian made a mess of her face. I silently smile to myself, proud that my woman can take care of herself.
“You look like shit.” I smirk. “You deserved it.”
She stops, blinking in confusion.
“Hey, Zeek!” Tinker smiles big. I ignore her.
“The boys are waiting,” Felix informs me, poking his head out of the church doors. Shoving past Dolly, I head into the chapel.
“Sorry, boys. I overslept.” I avoid looking at Felix, ‘cause I’m sure he’s giving me a look a bitch would give a friend after she fucked her ex-boyfriend.
I slam the gavel. “First order of business.”
“Gentry boys are taken care of…” I nod, knowing exactly how that went down. Bones brought the van, Mac and I shot two of the men, Felix used his buck knife, and Machete used his machete on one. The cleanup was quick, and we left. So, why is he bringing that up?
“But…” Machete twists his lips. “Seems we’re missing one.”
“What the fuck does that mean? Explain.”
“I mean, we had four bodies in the back of the van. Bones went to dispose of them and there were only three.”
“Find him!” I yell. Having a missing Gentry can be dangerous, not only to the club, but any member’s family, as well. They’re rednecks without a code, without a structure. I don’t know much about them, but I know enough to understand no hell is too low for those fuckers.
“We’ve been trying!” Felix shouts. “If you’d answer your phone, you’d see a lot of shit has been going down around here. You know your uncle patched in two guys we’ve never even heard of?”
“I know, I took care of it.”
“Oh, you took care of it?”
Shooting Felix a look, I take in a slow breath, my glare telling him to calm the fuck down before he says something that gets us all in shit. I don’t know who we can trust at this table, so my uncle is a conversation we’ll have later.
“So, what do we do about the missing Gentry?” Machete asks, taking the subject of my uncle off the table.
Sitting forward, I rub at my forehead. Where did the little fucker go?
“Did you call it in?” Meaning have we used our dirty cops and sheriffs to find the asshole.
Felix inhales quickly. “Wasn’t sure if you wanted us to go that route.”
“Do it.”
“You got it, brother.”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, Uncle Frank is looking for you.”
“Got it.” I slam the gavel down, dismissing the boys.
Frank is going to be the big problem though. I need to figure out how to get him away from my club. In doing that, I might have to get my hands a little bloody.
Regardless, it ends now.
JILLIAN
Waking up this morning, Zeek is gone. My body is still stiff in some places, so I skip going to work again today, even though it’s all I want to do. Maybe going to the gym will help stretch the tightness out.
I pack my gym bag and head for a workout.
I change into my tight, black elastic pants and a pink tank top. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I stuff my bag into a locker and go pee before hitting the treadmill.
“Oh, my God, last night he took me to that new Italian restaurant. It was soooo good. And I know he spent a buck, because that champagne he ordered was over a hundred dollars,” a voice sounds from inside the locker room.
“He sounds so genuine. And he is such a looker. You think anyone in the department knows you’re dating?” another voice sounds.
“I don’t think so. If so, then
we’ll deal with it.”
“You guys are so cute.” I roll my eyes and step out of the stall.
Both girls turn around, their faces bright red. I know one woman as Deputy Sara Collins. She was flirting with Deputy Needon at The Big Blue restaurant.
“Busted.” The other girl smiles, clearly loving the drama.
Sara smacks her lips together, resting her hands on the sink behind her.
“Let me guess, you’re going to run back to Daddy and tell him?”
I smirk. “No. You two aren’t smart enough to keep your mouths shut, so you’ll tell on yourself soon enough.” I sneer, heading toward the door.
“You’re just jealous.”
Stopping, I look over my shoulder at her. “Of what, exactly?”
“That I have someone who’s proud to be by my side. Someone who’s not ashamed of taking me out. Hell, have you even had a man brave enough to climb between those legs of yours?” She laughs, and the other girl giggles.
“Just because I don’t have my name and number etched on the third stall saying I go both ways doesn’t mean I don’t get a good fucking, Sara.” Lifting my brows, I nod toward the stall I just left. Her smile fades, looking at the stall in a panic.
Laughing, I walk out of the locker room just in time to hear Sara scream in horror.
Bitch.
***
Jogging on the treadmill, I think about what Sara said. I want to run, anger demanding to be released, but I’m not sure if my foot is ready for that. For some reason, her words are hitting me harder than I expected. Zeek isn’t the kind of guy to go on a date; I know that. Us being anywhere out in public is beyond stupid, but for some reason… I want to know that taking a chance on us getting caught is worth it to him. That I’m worth the risk.
My phone beeps.
Wanna grab lunch at our place? - A
Meet you there. - J
I head to the diner and find Alessandra in the booth, her uniform on, hair pulled up tight as usual.
Her eyes lift to mine, and she smiles as I sit in the adjoining booth.
“You just work out?”
“Yeah. Trying to work this soreness away, and get myself back into shape,” I say on an exhale.
“Psh. Take it slow, you ain’t missing anything.”
“Oh, yeah? Slow day?”
