grip the sheets like she’s trying to pull away but she’s shoving back against me, her hips making tight spirals with every stroke. Suddenly her whole body locks up, she’s not breathing, not moving, but her pussy’s squeezing me hard, so hard, over and over again.
I can’t last after that. My balls seem to fill with hot lead then cum shoots out of me. Jenny shudders softly and her pussy clenches again, as if triggered by the heavy pulse of my cock inside her.
“Fuck.” I can’t catch my breath. Chest heaving, I brace my right arm behind her back. “God damn .”
A little laugh shakes through her, and her pussy muscles ripple around my dick. Jesus. I could stay buried in her warmth forever but I gently pull out, using the tail of my shirt to wipe away the cum. With a satisfied little sigh, she rolls onto her stomach. I come down next to her on my good side.
Her head’s turned toward me, her cheek pillowed against the sheet. She’s watching me move. “Do you need another Percocet?”
“I’ll get one in a minute.”
She nods. Her hand slides up and her fingers slip through mine. “I’m so scared that I’m going to lose you both.”
Her dad and me. I can’t say a damn thing, because she is going to lose one of us. Saying that it won’t be both isn’t really reassurance.
“I know you’ll say you won’t leave. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be taken. And I thought I did lose you,” she continues and now her voice is just a thick rasp. In the dark, her eyes glitter with tears. “For a minute the other night, I thought you were dead, and it hurt so much I wanted to die, too. And I keep seeing it over and over. So I can’t even—I can’t—”
Her breath catches again. I pull her closer but she doesn’t cry. She just shivers like she’s cold and heaves another sigh.
Chapter Six
Jenny
I might lose him if I do this. I might lose him if I don’t.
In my email is a link from the photographer that takes me to a digital gallery. They’re big, hi-res photos, and when I zoom in, it doesn’t take long to find what I’m looking for. An outbuilding. Unremarkable on any spread of land in this part of Oregon, except for the burned patches on the ground behind the building. All around it, the grass is yellow and dried. Those burn patches aren’t from a fire; they’re chemical burns. Some nasty shit’s being dumped behind that outbuilding. A little farther back, a hole dug in the ground is filled with trash. A skid loader sits next to it—probably so they can cover the trash up quickly if they need to.
I print out the set and stuff the batch into a manila envelope. I just need to type up some fake anonymous note and send it to Sheriff Landauer. He’ll know who it’s from. I won’t give him the info he wants about the night Saxon was shot—that’s Saxon’s to deal with—but giving him the shooters wouldn’t have been enough, anyway. It would just be taking out two Henchmen. Something like this can take down the whole club.
And if I do it, I’ll be taking that from Saxon. I’ll be breaking every rule I grew up learning. Clubs take care of their own shit.
But I just want to take care of my man.
• • •
Saxon
I took it easy. I only visited the Den to sign the paychecks and do the little work that needed done before heading back to the ranch house. The truck Jenny’s using is already parked out front and it’s the one good thing I’ve seen most of the day. My jaw is bugging the fuck out of me. The drugs and the sling are bugging the fuck out of me. Everyone and everything’s bugging the fuck out of me.
Except Jenny. She’s just worrying me. Her body wasn’t hit but she still took a beating the other night. Thinking I’d died. In some ways, she got hurt worse than I did. And if it was me, thinking I’d lost her—even if it was only for a second?
I’d rather be shot again.
Hashtag’s at the door. He pounds my fist on the way out and says, “She’s upstairs, boss.
I can’t last after that. My balls seem to fill with hot lead then cum shoots out of me. Jenny shudders softly and her pussy clenches again, as if triggered by the heavy pulse of my cock inside her.
“Fuck.” I can’t catch my breath. Chest heaving, I brace my right arm behind her back. “God damn .”
A little laugh shakes through her, and her pussy muscles ripple around my dick. Jesus. I could stay buried in her warmth forever but I gently pull out, using the tail of my shirt to wipe away the cum. With a satisfied little sigh, she rolls onto her stomach. I come down next to her on my good side.
Her head’s turned toward me, her cheek pillowed against the sheet. She’s watching me move. “Do you need another Percocet?”
“I’ll get one in a minute.”
She nods. Her hand slides up and her fingers slip through mine. “I’m so scared that I’m going to lose you both.”
Her dad and me. I can’t say a damn thing, because she is going to lose one of us. Saying that it won’t be both isn’t really reassurance.
“I know you’ll say you won’t leave. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be taken. And I thought I did lose you,” she continues and now her voice is just a thick rasp. In the dark, her eyes glitter with tears. “For a minute the other night, I thought you were dead, and it hurt so much I wanted to die, too. And I keep seeing it over and over. So I can’t even—I can’t—”
Her breath catches again. I pull her closer but she doesn’t cry. She just shivers like she’s cold and heaves another sigh.
Chapter Six
Jenny
I might lose him if I do this. I might lose him if I don’t.
In my email is a link from the photographer that takes me to a digital gallery. They’re big, hi-res photos, and when I zoom in, it doesn’t take long to find what I’m looking for. An outbuilding. Unremarkable on any spread of land in this part of Oregon, except for the burned patches on the ground behind the building. All around it, the grass is yellow and dried. Those burn patches aren’t from a fire; they’re chemical burns. Some nasty shit’s being dumped behind that outbuilding. A little farther back, a hole dug in the ground is filled with trash. A skid loader sits next to it—probably so they can cover the trash up quickly if they need to.
I print out the set and stuff the batch into a manila envelope. I just need to type up some fake anonymous note and send it to Sheriff Landauer. He’ll know who it’s from. I won’t give him the info he wants about the night Saxon was shot—that’s Saxon’s to deal with—but giving him the shooters wouldn’t have been enough, anyway. It would just be taking out two Henchmen. Something like this can take down the whole club.
And if I do it, I’ll be taking that from Saxon. I’ll be breaking every rule I grew up learning. Clubs take care of their own shit.
But I just want to take care of my man.
• • •
Saxon
I took it easy. I only visited the Den to sign the paychecks and do the little work that needed done before heading back to the ranch house. The truck Jenny’s using is already parked out front and it’s the one good thing I’ve seen most of the day. My jaw is bugging the fuck out of me. The drugs and the sling are bugging the fuck out of me. Everyone and everything’s bugging the fuck out of me.
Except Jenny. She’s just worrying me. Her body wasn’t hit but she still took a beating the other night. Thinking I’d died. In some ways, she got hurt worse than I did. And if it was me, thinking I’d lost her—even if it was only for a second?
I’d rather be shot again.
Hashtag’s at the door. He pounds my fist on the way out and says, “She’s upstairs, boss.
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