Breaking Away [Smoky Mountain Motorcycles] (Siren Publishing Classic) (14 page)

Willa saw Jake’s entire body tense. “What kind of test?” he asked, echoing Willa’s words.

“Well, these guys think you’re some kind of pig. Not sure what kind, a fed or just local, but a pig’s a pig, right? So I asked myself, how could we tell? Then I saw sweet little Rose Red here. If she’s your partner, you have certain rules you have to follow, but if she’s just your old lady, then you’re free for my little test.”

Jake slid his glasses up onto his head, his stormy eyes narrowing. “What kind of rules?”

“Well, y’all might not know it, but I’m really more of a lover than a fighter. Some gangs require a great act of violence to prove fidelity. I’m not really into all the bloodshed.”

Willa couldn’t resist the disbelieving “humph” that burst from her mouth.

Reb’s hand shot out to deliver a sharp smack to her ass. “She is a fiery thing, ain’t she, Jake?”

“You touch her again, and I’ll rip your fucking hand off.” Jake’s voice had dropped to a dangerously low growl.

“Oh, I thought about that, really. I’d love to see if she is as hot as this glorious hair, but what would that prove?” Reb’s gaze swung to Gabe, who was still on high alert, even if he did have his wife in his arms. “Tell me, Mr. Lawyer, would it or would it not compromise any information Lawson here gathered if he was caught, shall we say, with his pants down?”

“What exactly are we talking here?” Gabe asked cautiously. Willa understood why he hesitated. This could go so many ways, most of them bad.

Reb laughed. “Ever the lawyer I see. Well, let me lay out my little test. Lawson here claims that the pretty Rose Red here is his old lady, but most of the boys here think that’s a cover. I can think of one way to put the question to bed once and for all and to cover our asses at the same time.” He paused, and Willa got the feeling he was trying to be dramatic. She was feeling rather like a puppet anyway. He grinned wide before continuing. “Pretty Willa here is going to crawl up on the table and let her man prove she’s his woman. Best way I know to do that is a good, hot fuck.”

Shouts erupted around the room at this announcement. Most of the men thought this was a great idea, apparently eager for a show. It was Jake’s voice that carried the loudest.

“Fuck off, Reb! You’re not using her to appease your voyeuristic tendencies.”

Willa decided it was a good thing the pool table was in between them. If looks could kill, Reb would be smoking from the look Jake gave him.

Reb must have sensed it, too, because he leaned over and whispered to her. “Remember what I said. You have to make him listen, or we’re all dead.”

Willa swallowed hard. She didn’t trust the man and had no clue what he had up his sleeve, but her instincts were screaming for her to go with it. Reb gave her a push in Jake’s direction. At first, the sea of sharks stared at her, but at last they stepped back to let her make her way around the table. As soon as she was within reach, Jake dragged her flush against him. The heat of his body was like a warm blanket wrapped around her.

“That’s not happening, Reb. We’re out of here.” He wrapped his arm tightly around Willa’s waist and took a step back.

Willa’s eyes met Reb’s, and he raised an eyebrow. She gulped, knowing what she had to do. Jake was going to be furious, but at least he’d still be alive.

“Wait! Jake, if this will get them to leave you alone...” Her voice trailed off.

He scowled down at her. “Not happening.”

“Please, I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you. I don’t care if they see me.” Not so long ago she would have died at the thought of being seen naked by any man, let alone an entire roomful, but now she just didn’t care if they thought her butt was too big or her belly not quite firm.

* * * *

Jake studied her for a long moment, and then he swung his gaze to Gabe.

“He’s trying to discredit you,” Gabe explained, answering the question in Jake’s eyes. “You do this, no one would ever believe any testimony you gave about gang activities.”

He closed his eyes and swallowed. He’d lose his badge if this ever got out. That was the least of his problems though. The idea of any of these men seeing Willa like that made him sick. The idea of anything happening to her made his stomach roll. If they killed him, she would be fair game. They were screwed, well and truly screwed!

He turned his gaze back to Reb. The bastard was up to something. “If we do this, how do we know you’ll let us go?”

“You have my word.”

“Yeah, like that means a damn thing,” Jake countered.

“Well, I don’t really see that you have much of a choice. If you’re not a cop of some kind, it’s not really a big deal, is it?”

No, if he were a gangbanger like the rest of them, he wouldn’t hesitate.

He turned his gaze back to Willa. She stared up at him, her beautiful emerald gaze full of trust. His sweet Willa would do this to save him. She was so strong, so brave, and all his, and he was going to tan her ass for offering herself to Reb.

Scooping her up, he placed her on the edge of the pool table. His eyes swept the room. The dogs were all drooling at Willa as if she were a juicy bone. He growled, feeling the beast in himself surface. “Looking is one thing, but anyone touches her, and I’ll kill them.” He focused on Willa. Lowering his voice, he spoke only to her. “Focus on me. Don’t worry about them. They don’t exist.” He threaded his fingers through her soft hair and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her slow and sweet. The room grew quiet, only the sound of their breathing breaking the silence for several long moments.

“Damn, man we don’t want romance. We want hot fucking sex,” someone finally shouted.

“Yeah, show us that rack.”

Jake growled deep in his throat. “Shut the fuck up!” he barked, but he began to trail a kiss down her throat, his lips leaving a hot, wet trail along her cleavage. The wide neckline of the costume she wore gave easily as he yanked it down, but before anyone could get an eyeful, he covered the hardening nipple with his lips, lightly sucking and nipping just the way he knew she liked it. She moaned and yanked the bandana from his head, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking him closer. Her eager passion ratcheted his lust up even higher.

“Oh yeah, she likes it.” Someone in the crowd groaned. “She’s on fire!”

Jake had to agree, though he shot a dark look at the man who’d made the comment. He pushed her long skirt up, exposing the creamy flesh of her thighs, but that was enough to generate another round of catcalls. Her full skirts kept them from seeing any more, but their avid stares plainly said they were filling in the blanks themselves. He ignored them, concentrating on Willa. The adrenalin from the situation had him rock hard already, but he had to make sure she was ready, too. She was always so hot and tight, but if she weren’t good and wet, he’d hurt her. Sliding his hand along the softness of her thigh, he found her warm center.

“Oh, hell yeah, he’s going for the goodies,” someone snarked.

“Shut the hell up.” Reb surprised him by shouting. “You assholes wouldn’t know a lady if she danced right up to you. You will treat the lady with respect.”

Jake eyed him for a second. He was definitely up to something. Reb didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.

Willa slid her hand along his jaw, turning his attention back to her. “I don’t care what they say.” Her voice was soft and husky, her eyes on only him.

Nodding, he slid his hand inside the band of her panties. She was wet but not soaked yet. His lips took hers again, their tongues dancing. She wrapped her long, gorgeous legs around him and dug her heels into him, pulling him closer.

He growled. There was something primitive about claiming her this way. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind whom she belonged to. Then he let the Neanderthal take control. He ground his mouth into hers and ripped the panties from her trembling body. His fingers slid between the moist folds of her cleft. Lightly, he stroked the hot flesh of her slit, pinching her clit when it began to swell. His mouth swallowed her little whimpers as his fingers continued to stroke her. His lips moved up, his teeth nipping her ear.

“You like this, don’t you? Nearly every man here has a major boner because of you. They wish they were the one touching you, getting ready to fuck you.” His voice was harsh even to his own ears, but the beast was loose. “Too bad for them, huh? No one will ever get the pleasure of this hot pussy again but me. You’re mine, sweetheart. You wanted the Neanderthal. You got him.” He thrust his finger deep, satisfied at the rush of moisture that greeted him. The adrenalin and desire were doing a number on her as well. “They want me to prove you’re my woman, well I don’t have a problem with that. When I’m done, no will ever question who you belong to again.”

“Oh!” she cried, and he felt her hot sheath quiver around his finger. “Jake!”

“Enough playing, fuck her now!” one of the thugs watching shouted.

Apparently, she thought that was a good idea, too. “Yes, now.” Her trembling hands went to his belt and worked it loose.

“You ready for me?” he asked, leaning forward to let her hands work him free.

A collective gasp filled the room as his cock sprang loose.

“Damn, little girl, he’s got something for ya.”

Jake ignored them, letting his eyes lock with Willa’s.

He held her gaze as his dick zeroed in on her waiting slit. He let the room and the obnoxious men in it fade away as he slid home. She always felt so good wrapped around him. Her head fell back, and she let loose that little cry of surrender the Neanderthal in him loved so much. “That’s right, you’re mine, aren’t you? You know it. They all know it.” He took her mouth and began to slowly piston in and out of her.

* * * *

Willa clung to Jake as he filled her. She’d been prepared to go through with this farce, willing to do anything to save him. She hadn’t expected to actually be so turned on by an audience. For someone who’d always suffered from such low self-esteem, it was a heady feeling to know that so many lustful eyes were on her. She’d done that. They were turned on because of her. Frumpy, too-tall, too-fat, redheaded Willa had brought an entire room full of men to this frenzied state, and in the center of the storm was Jake, her wicked Neanderthal. Yeah, he was rough around the edges, but he was all man and all hers.

She met his kiss eagerly, loving the way he commanded and overwhelmed her. Hot pulses of desire flooded her body. The walls of her pussy seemed ultrasensitive, and the drag of his dick, so big and hard along her sensitive walls, quickly brought her to the edge. She knew this would be a quick, hot ride. Distantly she heard cheering and groaning in the background, but nothing else mattered but the drag of Jake’s dick in and out, the friction of his pelvis as he stroked over her clit. Her body bowed as the tidal wave of her orgasm washed over her. It started in her pussy, the walls convulsing, and then spread out in waves till her toes curled.

Jake’s roar echoed through the bar, and she knew she’d taken him with her. He erupted inside, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her.

Vaguely, she registered the sounds of shouts all around the room as she slowly came back to herself. She buried her face in the crook of Jake’s neck for several seconds as she caught her breath. Jake placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and whispered to her softly. “You okay?”

She drew back and nodded, though now that reality had set in, she was beginning to feel a bit exposed. Looking around the room, she was shocked to see several of the men openly stroking themselves to completion. Heat rose in her cheeks as they spurted geysers of cum into the air, but she refused to let them cheapen being with Jake.

He quickly began righting her clothes, though thankfully the sheer volume of her dress had given them a measure of modesty. Pulling her close, he looked over her shoulder, and she realized he was looking at Reb. Reluctantly, she turned as well. Reb seemed a bit shocked. His dark eyes were locked on them, and his mouth was slightly open.

She felt Jake tense, and the look on his handsome face was predatory. “You satisfied, asshole?”

Reb swallowed several times before he was able to answer. “Not nearly, but you’re good. Get her the hell out of here.”

She heard grumbling from several of the bikers, but no one dared defy their leader.

“You come near Willa again, and they’ll need dental records to identify what’s left of you,” Jake hissed, even as he began to back them out of the bar.

She saw Gabe pulling Danny out as well, and she grimaced. She’d forgotten her friend was here. Would Danny think less of her because she’d managed to get off so completely in a biker bar? She didn’t have time to really give it much thought because Jake was lifting her onto the back of his bike. She yanked up yards of the thick fabric that made up the skirt of her dress even as he was thrusting her helmet down on her head.

She clung to him as they roared off into the darkness.

* * * *

Jake watched as Willa dropped the wrinkled dress to the floor of their bedroom just as the sun was coming up. It had been a long night. They had left The Rusty Screw after midnight and met up with Bo and his SEAL buddies before heading back to the bed-and-breakfast. Jake decided against involving the DEA unless absolutely necessary. He was technically still on medical leave, and more importantly, he refused to have Willa dragged into it.