by C. M. Marin
“Can’t believe she’s almost seventeen,” I say. “And I can’t believe Brent can sleep at night knowing she’s surrounded by guys a couple of hours every day. Most of them are pretty young, though not as young as she is.”
“Pretty sure he promised the most painful death to anyone stupid enough to touch her.”
We all chuckle. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
“I’ll have Blane start looking for mechanics ASAP,” Nate says then. “Anything else? No Spiders in sight?”
They haven’t messed with the shop so far, but even if security cameras and alarms are systematically on at night, they could just roll up, set the whole building on fire and drive away. As simple as that. And there would be nothing for us to do about it. Except take them out, obviously. But it’s not like they haven’t been asking for a war already.
“No. All good so far,” Cody answers. “Come on, let’s load this up in the car.”
“Yeah. Brent and I need to switch out with Blane and Ben in an hour,” Nate says.
We get to work, and no more than a couple of minutes later, we’re done and ready to head back.
As soon as Nate drives away from the shop, my mind goes back to Alex. There are only a couple of hours left until I have to pick her up from work, but I’m as antsy as I was when she left hurriedly this morning. I just hope she doesn’t have to work tomorrow as well. After only one week, this job of hers has already started to be a real pain in my ass. I wish she wasn’t so stubborn and would agree to quit and work on her writing project instead. I guess she’d be just as busy, but at least she’d be at the club and I’d have my eyes on her most of the time.
“Heard anything from Ben and Blane?” I ask Nate, mostly to stop torturing myself with things I can’t change.
“Nothing. The fuckers seem to be lying pretty fucking low. Hell, they don’t even seem to leave their clubhouse much for business. And when they do leave, it’s on their bikes.”
“Maybe they handle most of it from there,” I suggest. “As for the SUV, they’ll have to leave their shithole in it when they make their next move on us,” I point out. “They won’t stop at two attempts. They’ll strike sooner or later. We just have to be patient.”
I almost laugh hearing myself say that. Patience hasn’t been one of my greatest skills this past year, but it seems like getting Alex back has calmed me some.
“And sooner than later, apparently,” Nate retorts. “SUV behind.”
His tone is calm, his voice not raising, but his demeanor has shifted into edgy mode as my body turns around sharply in my seat.
“Moves fast, too,” I notice.
There’s no mistaking that the black car that could be confused with ours is here for us when it swerves into the wrong side of the road. The driver seems to step on the gas some more, and he quickly reaches us. Reflexively, I look past Nate to get a look at the car, but the dark tinted windows block my view. Nate speeds up, but the fucker mimics him before he swerves his car again, this time toward us. There’s nothing Nate can do to keep its right side from bumping into us.
“Fuck!” Nate’s roar is barely louder than the screeching sound of scraping metal as he plays with the wheel to stabilize the car.
My phone is at my ear before his voice even tunes down.
Dread is creeping in me fast. Blane and Ben couldn’t have missed them driving out of their clubhouse. There’s no way. So, either the motherfuckers didn’t drive out of there, or my brothers were no longer in shape to see it when they did.
“Don’t tell me you guys are running late. I’m starving,” Ben answers.
“Spiders are trying to run us off the road. Couple of minutes from the shop. Fuck!” I bark after my head slams into the window when they hit us again while I’m not paying attention.
“On our way,” Ben says and hangs up.
By some miracle, Nate manages to keep us straight, but the wheels barely avoid making contact with the bumpy side road.
Since it might take Ben and Blane ten minutes to get to us―that is if they break every rule of the road known to man―I start scrolling on my phone to find Cody’s name. But before I can, the angry sound of a horn blares in the distance, and both Nate’s and my gaze flick to a truck coming from the opposite direction. Nate’s foot doesn’t soften on the gas, which forces the bastards beside us to slow down and pull back behind us. And instead of trying to outpace them and leave them behind, Nate slows down, too.
“Now they’ll have to think about their next move since they seem to be scared shitless of showing their faces even though they have to know that we know it’s them,” he explains his move.
But it doesn’t seem to matter to them, because the truck hasn’t even disappeared from our rearview mirror before the Spiders are back to driving beside us. And when they speed up and pass us this time, Nate can’t react fast enough before their rear is right in front of us and they’re slowing back down quickly.
Just as the sound of metal against metal screeches as we inevitably hit them, he snarls, “Son of a bitch.”
He clings to the wheel as much to brace himself as to keep control of the car, and I curse loudly as my phone slides out of my hand and crashes at my feet.
What’s worse than sitting in a car as the motherfuckers you hate try to take you out? Sitting in a car like a useless piece of shit unable to do anything to help yourself and your brother.
“Do we take the risk of stopping? They could just be here to scare us, so they’d run away before letting us see them,” I suggest as I bend over to snatch my phone from the floor.
“But if they’re here to kill us and they’re more than two, what are our chances of getting out of this alive?”
“Slim,” I admit. “But we’ll get into town soon, and something tells me they don’t care about hitting random people as long as they get done whatever the fuck it is they’re trying to do here,” I say as I tart typing a text to Cody even though he won’t possibly be there before we hit the town limits.
In the end, there’s not enough time to either send that text nor to think further about what’s the smartest move to make. The fucking bastard slams on the brakes, and the next thing I know; we’re sliding on the side road after Nate instinctively swerved to avoid hitting the fuckers full force. And this time, he’s unable to get back the control of the car when the wheels meet the bumpy desert ground. In the matter of a second, I clearly feel the left front wheel plowing into what must be a large rock that brings the car to sway unforgivingly on its right. The side of my forehead bashes against the window once again, but this time the pain lancing through my head shortly steals my brain’s ability to function, and I don’t realize the car is now rolling. But when I do realize what’s happening, I also realize that I’m thankfully still conscious. My body hard as steel, I do everything I can to avoid being knocked around, but it’s no use. All I can really do is wait until the motions stop and hope that I’ll still be conscious by then.
All I can think of while I can’t do more than wait to know my fate, is Alex. Her face is all I see. Going back to her is all I can think about. I’m not sure how long we’re rolling, but it must not be more than ten seconds, even though it feels like a lifetime. I almost thank God when the car comes to a stop and not only am I still conscious, but we’re also not upside down.
After a couple of seconds to allow our heads to adjust to the situation, groaned curses fill the car. My own and Nate’s, which means he’s at least still alive.
“Nothing broken?” I ask him through a grunt of pain.
“Don’t think so,” he hisses in a breath while reaching for his gun behind his back. “You?”
“I’m good.”
While grabbing my own gun, my gaze carefully wanders around us. But all that’s to take in is the empty desert and the quiet road we didn’t stray too far from in the end, despite how long it felt like that we kept rolling.
We climb out of the car, and we can’t do anything more than fucking wait h
ere. There’s no need to call anyone since Ben and Blane will find us easily, and even if there was, I couldn’t do it because my phone has been tossed around in the car so much that even if I could find it, it’s most likely dead.
But only a handful of seconds pass before the familiar rumble of a vehicle awakens the quiet area. Cody’s trailer truck leaves the road and slows down once driving on the uneven desert ground.
He jumps out of the vehicle in a hurry as soon as it comes to a stop near us.
“You both good?”
His face shows off the same fury that’s boiling in me. One that’s more painful than the cut slicing the skin on the right side of my forehead. At least I think it’s a cut since warm liquid is slowly coursing down my temple.
“Yeah,” Nate growls. “Fuck!” he barks then, slamming a hand on the hood of our useless car.
“How did you know to bring the trailer truck?” I ask Cody.
“Didn’t. I just didn’t have any other car. Melvin and Brent took the SUV to go to the bank earlier.”
I nod as another car pulls off the road and approaches us slowly. That’s Ben and Blane, thank fuck. I just want to get the fuck away from here and go get my girl.
“The bitches left, I take it?” Ben seethes as soon as he’s out of the car.
Since it’s more of a rhetorical question and it’s clear that they did, no one answers that.
“What was even their fucking point?” I ask instead. “They must have known the wreck wasn’t bad enough to kill us, and they could have finished the job easily. But they just drove away. Doesn’t make any fucking sense.”
“Maybe they knew back up was about to roll up,” Blane says.
“Or we’re mistaken,” Ben offers. “They didn’t come out of their club, and they should have, right? Even if it was hours ago. Hell, even days ago. We should have seen them driving out of that shithole. What if they’re not the ones after us?”
I don’t even have to think about it before I shake my head. “No, it has to be them. We’ve never had any issues with any club nearby. Never. We don’t deal with drugs, guns or women, and competitive businesses would be the main reason a club would start shit like this. This feels personal to me.”
Though he does it more calmly, Cody agrees with me. “I’m with J on this one. For them to start targeting our family, or at the very least not giving a damn about collateral damage, it means they’re seriously pissed. This is revenge.”
“Well, whoever it was, they might decide to come back, so we should think about going back to the club,” Nate suggests.
“Yeah,” Cody says. “You guys help me with the car, and I’ll bring it to the shop. I’ll also get new parts ready and bring them this evening.”
The parts we were moving might still be in perfect condition, but we can’t take any risks. Whether it comes to our legal business or illegal one, we’re trusted because we offer high-quality work, and we can do that because we leave nothing to chance. But that also means that two-months’ worth of parts are now wasted.
“Do you have enough parts for all the deliveries back at the shop or do you have to order them?” Nate asks him.
“No, I should have everything we need, so we won’t be running late, at least.”
“Good,” he answers, and we wait for Cody to move the trailer truck.
“Cam hasn’t gone out this morning?” I ask Nate.
“No, she’s at the club.”
Good. At least I know for sure my sister’s safe. Even if my phone wasn’t God knows where and possibly crushed, I can’t even check on Alex because she turns her own phone off when she’s working. Fucking hell. This day sure hasn’t gone the way it was supposed to.
* * *
“Are you sure you don’t have a headache?”
Alex asks me this question for the fifth time as she discards the needle she used to patch me up on the nightstand, right next to the bloody pieces of gauze she used to clean my cut.
“I don’t,” I tell her for the fifth time as well. “It’s just a small cut. Just a couple of stitches, baby. I didn’t even lose consciousness during the wreck. I’m just fine,” I reassure her again.
The quiet hummed sound she gives me lets me believe that’s she’s agreeing, but her features don’t lose their worry as she asks once again, “And you’re not feeling dizzy at all?”
“I am not feeling dizzy, Alex. Want me to prove it?” I ask her, wagging my eyebrows to remind her the plans I had for us after I picked her up from work.
She fights a smile, but barely. “No sex in the shower until you’ve healed. You can’t get this wet just yet,” she points a finger to what can barely be called a wound.
“I can still try to get something else wet,” I drawl as I move off the bed and kneel on the floor in front of her. “Jeans and panties off, and ass on the edge of the bed,” I command.
I watch her as unyielding worry and doubts keep raging in her eyes for several seconds before I decide to help her make a decision.
“Undressing you myself sounds fun, too,” I shrug.
Her concerned eyes stay on me when my palms find her knees and slide up her jean-covered thighs, but I know lust has gotten the better of her when my fingers toy with the button of her jeans, quickly popping it open, and her breathing turns heavier. I don’t even need to ask her to lift her ass from the bed, so I can take off the thick barrier separating my hands from her pussy, because she does it on her own, allowing me to remove and drop her jeans on the floor.
“Good girl. Now spread those legs wide,” I tell her.
When she does, my gaze falls on her lacy white thong that shows a small, round, dark spot right at her hidden entrance.
I growl an approving sound. “Getting wet before I even touch you.”
At first, my fingertips only brush the thin lace of her panties with a subtle touch. Teasing her. And I know I’ve gotten what I want when her hips writhe as she chases more pressure from my fingers. She’s forgetting her worry about my head and that fucking wreck. She’s letting go, and she’s so damn sexy doing it.
After delicately roaming up the fabric, my middle finger meets her clit and presses on it without mercy.
“Jayce!”
A loud moan follows my name, and my dick grows even harder inside my clothes.
“What, babe? You like that? Does it feel good?”
A whimper answers me as I start drawing little circles on her swelling clit. I could listen to her moans and watch her hips rocking for hours, but I quickly withdraw my finger and tug her panties aside harshly to reveal her glistening pussy.
“Fucking wet for me.”
Without giving her any warning, I sink two fingers inside of her, and she falls back on her elbows as her ass moves in the hopes of taking my fingers deeper between her damp walls.
“Please, Jayce,” she begs.
“Are you aching for me?”
She definitely is.
“Yes, please…”
Her beautiful blue eyes send waves of hot lust my way. She’s desperate. My fingers unmoving, and with one last look at her offered body, I go down on her and lick her swollen nub before my lips fasten around it, sucking at it fiercely.
“Yes!” she cries out. “Oh, God, yes!”
Her hands clamp on my shoulders, her fingers clutching them and digging into my muscles to the point she manages a slight pain. I’m hard as fuck. My tongue swirls tenaciously around her clit, earning strings of perfectly hot moans and incredibly sexy whimpers.
“Don’t stop, I’m…” She trails off as her hands abandon my shoulders to grip my head with unwavering force, apparently wanting to ensure that my mouth doesn’t leave her aching center. I keep on sucking and licking, and she keeps on bucking her hips against my face as my fingertips graze some sensitive spots inside of her. “That’s so good,” she breathes out after only a few seconds of silence, determined to try and bring me even closer, as if it was even possible.
Then she tenses. Her body goes ta
ut, and I feel her fingers scrape against my skull as she attempts to tug at my too short hair. And no more than a couple of seconds later, her body jerks wildly as my name leaves her mouth in a praising scream.
Fuck, yes.
My lips keep her clit prisoner, all the while she rides her orgasm against my face. I only let go of her warm flesh once her muscles have calmed down. Her body goes limp as it falls back on the bed, her chest the only part of her that’s still moving madly.
“I say you needed that. Did my mouth help you relax a bit?” I smirk at her proudly.
A small smile appears on her lips as her sated gaze settles on me. “Good start,” she says, her voice confirming her satisfied state.
“Does that mean you want more?” I ask her as I push up to my feet and unhurriedly get naked.
She doesn’t make a move as her eyes slide over my body, starting at my chest and going down to my stomach until they pause on my cock. “Yes,” she answers then.
My dick twitches with need under her stare. The way I want this girl has always been inexplicable. So is the fact that I want her more every day.
Joining her on the bed, I set my knees on each side of her body and move up until I’ve reached her shoulders.
I take my cock in my hand and guide the tip toward her lips. “In your mouth,” I command, hardening even more when lust sparkles in her eyes again.
She loves it when I take charge. It gets her turned on every time. Just like now as she obeys right away, wrapping her hand around my hard length and lifting her head until her full lips can fasten around the tip. She sucks at it slowly at first, and I take in the sight of her, groaning when her tongue tastes me delicately.
Then her lips tighten around me and her motions on me speed gradually, and I hiss in a breath. “Fuck, God, fuck, yes. Work that mouth. Fuck yes.”
Proving that she likes the taste of me, she moans wonderful sounds against my throbbing cock while taking me deeper into her mouth. Just like she did to me earlier, I take a hold of her head, pulling her hair as gently as I can. It’s all I can do to refrain from fucking her luscious mouth.
