by Jayne Blue
Mickey picked that moment to bound down the steps and onto the beach. As the moon rose high, bathing the world in blue, my little Husky reared his head back and let out a keening howl worthy of the greatest of wolves.
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For some people, nothing says welcome home like the smell of homemade cookies and apple pie. For me, it’s the wafting stink of oil refineries and shipyards.
Home.
That’s a hell of a word. In my thirty-five years, I was still trying to figure out if I had one. Every time I thought I’d found a place to settle, something drew me back to this place. Lincolnshire, Ohio. Once a shining port city on the western banks of Lake Erie, now it was home to about a dozen shut down automotive plants.
Anyone in their right mind had already high tailed it to the suburbs or over the border into Michigan. But, here I was, walking into The Shires bar looking for a stiff drink, a plate of their World Famous Coney Dogs and a little bit of peace. I was only going to get one out of three.
I drew a few sideways looks from the patrons along the wall as I walked to the bar. It was the cut they saw, not me. The back of my black leather vest had the Great Wolves, M.C. logo sewn into it and everyone in this town knew what that meant.
Don’t fuck with me.
I slid onto a bar stool. The bartender turned. His eyes widened then narrowed to near slits when he recognized me. Yep. He remembered me all right, even though I hadn’t darkened this particular doorstep in over a decade.
“Good to see you, Colt,” he said, throwing a towel over his shoulder and extending a beefy hand to mine. I took it and shook hard. “Jim Beam double neat?”
I smiled. Yeah. He remembered me. I made a gun with my hand and pulled the trigger, shooting Rick Malloy a wink. Rick and I grew up together. This was his Dad’s place and his Granddad’s before that. Which was kind of fucking depressing and comforting all at the same time.
Rick slid my bourbon across the bar to me and I downed it quick. I was just about to put in an order for those Coney Dogs when light fingers skittered across my back. They belonged to one hot piece of ass. She slid on the stool next to me flashing a smile past siren red lips and ample cleavage straining at the top of her black halter top.
“You’re with the M.C.” she said in a breathy voice she had to be faking. “I haven’t seen you before.”
Yeah. She was one of those. This cut came with a lot of baggage but one perk was the draw of biker bangers just like her. She had bleach blonde hair teased a little too high. She wore a black leather skirt and red heels. She held up a finger and Rick slid some fruity drink in front of her.
“Take it easy Bridget,” he said. She shot him a withering stare.
“It’s all right, Ricky,” I said, knowing he hated being called that. “Put her drink on my bill. Bridget and I were just starting to get to know each other.”
“What’s your name, baby,” Bridget said. She slid her hand up my thigh. She wasted no time and tapped the crotch of my jeans. Another smile lit her face at what she found there.
I make no apologies. She was pretty, stacked, and looking for a good time. After a day long ride, Bridget here was looking smoother than the bourbon.
We had some conversation. I don’t remember what. Bridget said her place was just around the corner and she didn’t have to twist my arm to get me to go with her. But Bridget was more charged up than I thought. We didn’t make it past the alley behind The Shires before I had her up against the brick wall.
She linked her hands above her head and rubbed herself against me as I slid that tight leather skirt past her thighs and the tube top down. Her perfect Cs popped out and said hello. I tweaked one pert little nipple then licked it and blew on it, getting it pebbled just right. Then I slid a hand down between her luscious thighs. Shit. Bridget went commando that night.
She oohed and aahed against my ear as I teased her slick cleft with my thumb. She was hot, wet and practically dripping for me. I grew rock hard and pressed myself against her. She wriggled a little, spreading her legs until my hard-on rubbed straight against her clit. With the other hand, I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a condom. I ripped it open with my teeth as Bridget nibbled at my ear.
“I’m covered baby,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”
Like hell, I thought. I took a step back and went for my fly. My jeans strained against my cock and I was looking forward to freeing it. Bridget’s eyes were hooded as she waited for me. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths as she stroked herself. Her smooth skin flushed rosy red as she got herself primed for me.
Then her eyes went wide and a shadow fell over her face. She stood stock still and looked back at me. I started to pivot when a strong hand clamped on my shoulder pulling me back. I dropped the condom, drew my fist back then froze. Bridget screamed once.
“There’s two of you!” she cried out. “Holy shit.” Her screams turned into a frantic giggle.
I squinted my eyes against the glare of a nearby street lamp. I looked into two blazing dark eyes that were a match to my own. The same jaw, the same thick black brows. The same cleft in his chin. The only thing different was the hair. His was cropped short and close to his ears. Mine was longer, touching my collar.
“I thought Rick was lying,” he said in a voice almost identical to my own. “I said, no way Colt would show his fucking face back here after all this time.”
“Good to see you too, Jace,” I said, having dual urges to hug him and slug him.
Bridget stepped between us and put a hand on my chest and a hand on Jace’s. Her fingers played across the M.C. patch over my left pec and the shiny cop badge over Jace’s.
“Twins? Oh wow! What’s say the three of us turn this into a real party,” she purred and licked her lips swiveling her head from Jace to me and back again.
Jace grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly peeled Bridget off of the two of us. “Go on home,” he said. “And trust me sweetie, I just saved you from maybe the worst decision of your life.”
Bridget pouted and looked to me. I gave her jerking gesture with my chin. She pulled her skirt back down, her top back up and thrust up the middle finger on both hands to each of us. I suppose it was the least we deserved.
As soon as she was out of sight, I turned back to my brother. He glared at me through those same dark eyes I saw in the mirror every day. I couldn’t help but smirk as he dropped his left hip. Same fucking move since we were kids. I dodged to the left as he threw a right hook. His punch glanced off my shoulder and I dropped low, shooting straight for his midsection.
Damn. He was more solid than I remembered. We hit the slick pavement in a tangle of legs, flying punches and curses. I landed one to his ribs. He landed one to my jaw.
Fuckin’ A
I changed my mind. For me, nothing says welcome home like the taste of blood filling my mouth ....
To Be Continued in
Colt
(Book 3 of the Great Wolves M.C. Series)
By Jayne Blue
Coming September 2015, read on to find out more!
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