by London Casey
Jordyn heard the slap before she felt the sting of pain. A second later came the realization she had just been slapped across the face by Mr. Strokner. She touched her cheek and tears filled her eyes.
He started to wrestle with Jordyn, trying to turn her around. Jordyn tried to kick and punch, but he elbowed her in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of Jordyn enough that she was paralyzed for a few seconds. That’s when he turned her around. His body was against hers.
“I’m going to finally fuck you,” Mr. Strokner growled. “Then I’m going to kill you. You don’t deserve to live. You fucking whore.”
Jordyn grabbed at the desk. She tried to push back. She turned her head, ready to do something… anything to get away… but she saw a knife in Mr. Strokner’s hand. The blade touched her neck and it stung.
“Look, you’re bleeding already,” Mr. Strokner said. “Damn. Just stop. Relax.”
Jordyn was frozen. There was knife to her neck and she was already bleeding.
Mr. Strokner unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down with one hand. He touched her ass and curled his fingers around. He touched her but it meant nothing. She wasn’t wet for him. She didn’t want him.
“I’m going to fuck you good,” he whispered. “So good, Jordyn.”
Jordyn heard him unzipping his pants. She looked left, then right. She needed to do something.
“I lost my family,” she said. “I know the empty feeling.”
“Shut up,” Mr. Strokner said. “Shut up. You’re empty? I’ll fill you. With my dick.”
“I understand how you're feeling,” Jordyn said. “They took her away. They fucking hurt you. I hate them too, Mr. Strokner. Jace murdered a man in front of me. Then he forced me to my knees and I had to suck him off…”
Mr. Strokner growled and then the knife was away from Jordyn’s neck. He whipped her around. He put the knife on the desk. His hands climbed up to her face. Jordyn looked down and saw his half erect dick just dangling there.
“Jace killed someone in front of you?” he asked.
“Yes. He made me see it.”
“He hurt you?”
“Yes. I’m trying to tell you that. I’m scared, sir. I want to be… held…”
The tears in Jordyn’s eyes were real, but they weren’t because she wanted comfort from Mr. Strokner. She just wanted to make it out of this alive.
“You want to be held?” Mr. Strokner asked. “Because Jace hurt you? Because they all hurt you?”
“I saw him shoot a man. More than once. He shot the man in his stomach and let him bleed to death. I saw it. I can help. Just don’t hurt me, sir.”
Mr. Strokner gently touched Jordyn’s arms. “I would never hurt you. Never. I’m going to love you. I’m going to make you a better life. The life my wife and daughter had. Yes. I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll love you, touch you, fuck you when you need it. Like I need it right now. Okay?”
“Hold me first,” Jordyn whispered.
Mr. Strokner lowered his head. He slowly came forward and put his face to her chest. Jordyn didn’t know what to expect next, but when Mr. Strokner started to cry, she had her chance.
Reaching carefully, Jordyn got the knife off the desk. She closed her eyes. She wasn’t made for this kind of stuff. Not hurting. Not killing.
Mr. Strokner screamed and then suddenly he was away from her. When Jordyn opened her eyes, she saw the knife sticking out of his arm.
His fucking arm…
Jordyn’s mind told her one thing - you missed, and now he’s going to kill you.
Rage filled Mr. Strokner’s face. He grit his teeth so hard they looked ready to break into pieces.
“Whore!” he managed to growl.
Jordyn quickly grabbed the bottle of scotch and swung it. The bottle cracked Mr. Strokner in the head. He stumbled to his left and then fell over a chair to the floor.
Jordyn lifted her pants and then looked behind her. She grabbed the pictures from the folder as he tried to get back to his feet.
She ran from the office and down the hallway.
It was the last time she wanted to ever see that man and this fucking building. She hoped Jace would kill him and burn this place down.
twenty-one.
Jace paced the hallway in the clubhouse. Jordyn was in the shower, again, and he made sure she was comfortable enough to be alone for now. The line had been crossed once and for all. The proof was the fear in Jordyn’s eyes and the pictures in Jace’s hand.
He was waiting for Miller to get back from a meeting with Chief Jerry. A few of the guys were at the bar. Unfortunately, one of the prospects dared to ask Jace if he was okay. And now that prospect was still picking up teeth from behind the bar. This was not the time to ask Jace anything other than how he planned on gutting Strokner from his throat down to his asshole.
The longer it took the angrier Jace got.
When the door to the clubhouse opened and Miller came in, he looked just as pissed. Gaige, Blaine, and Landon were behind him. Landon went to the bar and kicked over a barstool. Gaige punched a wall. Blaine had a hand on his dick and balls, adjusting himself, as a lit cigarette hung from his mouth. Miller grabbed a pool stick and broke it over the table.
“What happened?” Jace yelled.
“Nothing!” Miller bellowed. “The fucking van was empty! Empty!”
“What…?”
Miller grabbed Jace by the shoulder. “You heard me, Jace. The chief stopped the van himself and it was fucking empty. The driver and passenger both checked out. They work for the seafood company. You know how much of a fucking stupid we look? Running drugs? Coast Road is selling goddamn fish.”
“I bet their hands stink like pussy,” Blaine said and grinned.
“Not the time, Blaine,” Gaige said.
“I know what I saw,” Jace said. It felt like all he did anymore was repeat that phrase. “Fuck, Miller. There was fish on top and drugs under it. In each box. If that’s how they’re moving…”
“It’s done for now,” Miller said. “We look like paranoid fucks. Chief Jerry thinks we’re losing our edge. This is not good.”
“Yeah, well, want to see something?” Jace asked.
“Don’t give me anymore bullshit conspiracy shit.”
“Here,” Jace said.
He put the pictures of himself burying a body into Miller’s hand. Miller looked at the pictures wide eyed. He looked at Jace.
“How in the fuck?”
“Strokner,” Jace growled.
“Get to the table.” Miller looked back. “Table! Now!”
Those who were patched in rushed to the meeting room.
Jace took his seat and Miller slammed the doors.
Jace looked around the table at the men he considered his brothers. Men he had fought, hugged, hated, and loved.
Erik to his right, Blaine to his left. Shay and Nate at the other head of the table. Then Landon, Griffin, and Gaige. Finally, at the head of the table, Miller. He pulled his chair out and sat down. He threw the pictures to the table and pointed to them.
“Where the fuck did they come from?” Gaige asked.
“Strokner,” Miller said. “Motherfucker.”
“He was setting it all up,” Jace said. “Then he attacked Jordyn. He tried to force himself on her. Then he tried to slit her throat.”
“What?” Nate asked.
“Christ, brother,” Griffin said. “Where is she? She okay?”
“She’s in the shower,” Jace said.
“Beautiful,” Blaine said. “Hot water, tight body…”
“I’m going to fucking shoot him,” Landon said.
“Come on, do it,” Blaine teased.
“Shut up,” Jace said. “She fought back. Stabbed his arm and then knocked him out with a bottle of scotch.”
“Tough chick,” Erik said.
“Yeah,” Jace said. “Her grandmother died this morning. Then she gets attacked in the afternoon. What a fucking mess.”
“At least
tonight she has you,” Gaige said.
“Hey,” Miller said. “She’s welcome here for the rest of her goddamn life, Jace. I respect what she did for us. We got the information we needed.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sure Strokner is thrilled,” Jace said. “He’s probably on the phone to get that land off us right now.”
Miller nodded. “Strokner had the pictures. So he must have been in bed with the judge. Maybe even talking to Coast Road. So right now, we need to send a clear message to everyone. And I mean… everyone.”
“What are you thinking?” Blaine asked.
“Strokner is going to die,” Miller said. “And his fantasy office over there… it’s no more.”
“I’m ready,” Blaine said.
“I think we all are,” Griffin said.
The table then nodded and everyone tapped their bottles on the table.
Miller waved his hands and got the table to calm. “We need smart action. Strokner is on the loose right now. I’m sure he knows Jordyn has run to us, which is fine by me. We have enough muscle on our side to take care of this.”
“How do we get him?” Blaine asked.
“Simple,” Miller said. “He’s going to come for Jordyn. Strokner will fall right into our laps.”
“Fuck no. Leave her out of this,” Jace said.
“It’s our only option.”
“Her grandmother is being laid to rest tomorrow,” Jace said. “I have to be there with her. There’s nobody else.”
Gaige stood with his fist out. “We’ll all be there, bro. For you. For her. She deserves it.” Jace nodded and bumped fists with Gaige.
“The entire table,” Miller said. “We’ll make sure she’s okay. And that there’s people there for her. Nobody should go that alone.”
“After that, we find Strokner,” Gaige said. “We go to his office and start tearing things apart. If by some chance he doesn’t come to us, we’ll scare the shit out of him.”
“What about the land?” Jace asked.
“I’ll call the lawyer right now. Make sure that nothing can happen, at least temporarily. I don’t know if his mind is right enough to jump at that land.”
“The guy lost his wife and daughter,” Griffin said. “I know he’s an asshole… but damn…”
“Hey,” Jace said. “We’ve all lost someone. Look at it this way - we’re speeding up the process for him to be reunited with his family.”
“That’s deep shit,” Blaine whispered.
“Either way, it’s done,” Miller said. “Strokner will die.”
“What about the pictures?” Jace asked. “Should we talk to the chief? Tell the lawyer?”
“No,” Gaige said. He dragged the pictures in front of himself. He took out his lighter and lit them on fire. The pictures burned and Gaige nodded at Jace. “There were no fucking pictures, man. There was never evidence. It was just a ploy to rattle our chains.”
“I consider the murder charges dropped,” Miller said. “One mess down, a couple more to go.”
“Thank you guys,” Jace said. “I mean… fuck…”
“Don’t,” Blaine said. He put a hand to Jace’s shoulder. “You get emotional and I’ll get hard. Plus, there’s a naked woman in your shower. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m getting hard right now.”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Jace said.
“I know, man. But I can’t help it. My cock does what it wants.”
“Do you jerk off with the hand that’s on my shoulder?” Jace asked.
“Do you want to know the answer to that?” Nate asked and laughed.
Everyone else laughed.
“Doesn’t matter,” Blaine said. “My cock is so big, I need both hands.”
“Fuck,” Jace said.
He wiggled away from Blaine. Everyone continued to laugh as Jace went to the bar. He got four cold beers, holding two in each hand, and headed to his room. He needed Jordyn.
When he opened the door, he was hit with the steam from the bathroom. The bathroom door was partially open, the mirror fogged up. The water was still running.
Jace smiled and dropped the beer to the bed. He went into the bathroom and opened the shower curtain. Jordyn was standing there with the water pounding off her body. From the side, the beautiful curves of her breasts turned him on instantly.
Jordyn noticed him and turned, now facing him. He admired the sight of her wet skin; the delicious body that his tongue had traveled and tasted.
He memorized every inch.
“Far too beautiful for all this,” he whispered.
“No. I don’t believe that.”
“Why don’t you get out of there and come have a beer with me? We need to talk. There’s something I want to tell you. About the club.”
“Everything okay?” Jordyn asked.
“It will be, babe. Now, if you don’t get out of there right now, I’m coming in.”
Jordyn forced a smile and Jace offered the same back. He knew she was still rattled from what happened with Strokner. The cut on her neck was barely closed up. Thankfully, it hadn't been deeper. The thought of that happening… Jordyn on the office floor, bleeding out to death…
Jace clenched his fists and swallowed the anger. He reached into the shower and turned the water off. Jordyn looked at him strange and Jace grabbed a black towel. He offered his hand and let Jordyn step out. He put the towel to her shoulder and slowly dried each arm. Then he worked the towel down her sides and came up her stomach to her breasts. His body was aching for her. Without a word, Jordyn turned around. Jace stepped back and took in the sight before his eyes. Jordyn’s dark wet hair fell halfway down her back. Water dripped down to the small of her back.
Beautiful didn't even sum up what she was. It didn't seem like a powerful enough word. Jordyn had knocked down all the walls Jace put up around himself. She did so in such an unexpected, yet innocent way. For a second, Jace felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. She had changed everything. He had spent days and nights sitting in prison, trying to figure out who he could trust and who he wanted to beat the shit out of while listening to echoing footsteps outside his cell.
But right now, as Jace came forward with the towel and started to dry off Jordyn’s slender back, it was all swept away. It didn’t matter. Because every single thing that happened led to this moment right now. It led to being able to fall in love with Jordyn and take care of her. To live so that he could keep his promise to protect her.
As the towel came down along Jordyn’s ass, Jace crouched down and dried her legs. Then he dropped the towel and used his hands to touch Jordyn’s warm, silky skin. His hands ran up her legs until he cupped her ass. Jordyn opened her legs. From behind she looked just as tempting and delicious. Slowly, Jace moved his right hand down and around until his thumb touched her center. He pushed and Jordyn jumped forward. She reached for the wall and shower stall and bent over slightly.
Jace applied more pressure with his thumb, making circles. He felt her tightness. Her wetness. The burning desire that he couldn’t resist.
As Jace’s thumb continued to swirl along Jordyn’s sex, he came forward and kissed her back. Using the tip of his tongue, he made a razor cut line up her back as he stood. He took his thumb away from her body and reached for his pants. He dropped his pants and boxers. Jordyn looked over her shoulder. Her wet hair made her look even more incredible. She looked ready, passionate.
Jace stroked himself once before pressing his thickness to her. Jordyn thrust back at him and Jace was then buried deep in her. His hands went to her waist and that’s where they remained. He pulled at her as he thrust forward. He pushed her away and he pulled back.
So fucking tight. So fucking good.
It was just a few thrusts before Jordyn was on her toes, whimpering. Jace held her to make sure she wouldn't fall into the shower. As she came, her throbbing sex was too much to bear. Jace tried to fuck his way through it, but he couldn’t hold on. Not with his hands touching Jordyn’s clean skin. No
t with her wet hair clinging to her back, some of it dangling. Not with her amazing breasts bouncing.
When Jace felt the rush inside his body, he did something crazy. He gripped Jordyn tighter. She let out a cry as he pulled her back and he thrust forward and started to come. The excitement of being bare deep inside her, feeling her body squeezing and accepting it made Jace hiss and let out a long groan of relief. He’d wanted to come like this inside Jordyn from the moment he met her.
He loved Jordyn. He loved her body.
And Jordyn accepted everything… again and again… until Jace slowly pulled out of her. He looked down at his cock. It glistened with their sex. His hands ran up her body and around to her breasts. He cupped them and pulled Jordyn to him. He held her as he kissed her cheek.
“Fuck, babe,” he whispered. “That was probably stupid.”
Jordyn reached back, digging a hand into his hair. “I know. But if something happens, at least it’s with you.”
“I could die tomorrow, babe.”
“So could I. You better kiss me before we die.”
Jace kissed Jordyn with a fiery passion. As much as he wanted to keep going, to get hard again, to push Jordyn into the shower and fuck her for the rest of his life, there was business to take care of. And that business involved Jordyn.
Jace forced himself to break the kiss. He spun Jordyn around. She was still naked, head to toe, and she was cuddling against him. It was a perfect moment in the midst of a disaster.
As Jace held her, he knew there was one more thing to do. He’d promised to protect Jordyn. He’d confessed his love for her. He’d even taken a big risk by loving her body unprotected. But right now, it came down to one more thing.
Jace touched Jordyn’s face. “The club is going to escort you to the funeral tomorrow. Out of respect for you and what you’ve done for all of us.”
“Jace…”
“Listen to me. That’s the good news, babe. But there’s also some bad news. And I need you to trust me with everything you have deep inside that beautiful heart of yours. Can you do that?”
“For you, Jace, I will do anything.”
Jace kissed Jordyn. He feared she was going to regret those words, but it didn’t matter. It was too late.
