Call Me...Vengeance: Book 1 in the Vengeance MC Series (20 page)

Beth’s shocked gasp has my hand squeezing her hip, my fingers digging in dragging her closer. Covering her mouth with mine, I kiss her silent. She doesn’t take the hint and stay that way for long, though.

“Ohmigod. Ohmigod.
Ohmigod
,” she chants breathlessly.

With another kiss, I urge,

“Settle, baby. Everything’s good, yeah?”

“Oh my God,” Beth cries, trying to bury her face in her hands.

Grabbing both, I pin her hands to my chest.

“I said settle, sweetheart.”

Ignoring me again, she whispers,

“Ah, Jackson, you don’t know this about me, but you can’t just demand that I ‘settle’ and I’ll automatically stop whatever minor, or major for that matter freak out I’m in the middle of.” Digging her nails into my chest, she hisses, “I’m not on any birth control. I haven’t needed it for so long that I stopped taking it years ago, so us doing that, you know, having sex without a condom is a big fucking deal don’t you think?”

I’m not sure if she knows what she’s just said, but it makes my inner caveman rear up and beat on his chest. Her not needing birth control for years means she hasn’t been with anyone, and damn if that isn’t a turn on in and of itself.

Fighting the urge to laugh and control my cock that’s steadily growing knowing none else had been inside her, I clamp my mouth shut and grunt,

“Fuck yes, it’s a big deal,” I agree. “I’ve never fucked a woman bare before, baby, you’re the first. I’ll get tested and show you the results if you’re worried about that shit, but you’ve gotta know, the next time and the one after, and the time after that I’m gonna have you the same way. I’m not covering my cock now I know how hot, wet, and tight you are, sweetheart. That’s just not gonna happen.”

“Are you insane?” She shrieks. “No, no, don’t answer that. I know you are.”

Throwing a leg over her thighs, I angle up and loom over her.

“I’m not sure why you think that statement was crazy, baby. You’re gonna have to clue me in here because I’m not a mind reader. But I’ll tell you what I think is insane, though,” I growl, alternating between kissing the corner of her mouth and running my free hand up and down her side. “You thinking I’d want to wrap up after having you naked in all the ways you can be is fucking insane, Beth. I’ve never felt anything like that, and I’m not gonna be all that happy if now that I have you decided not to give it to me again. So now do you want to tell me what’s really going on?”

I got the feeling that Beth isn’t worried about me giving her anything. She might not know a whole lot about MC’s, but the look on her face when I said I haven’t had another woman bare wasn’t one of shock. It was one of understanding.

Beth pulls her head back, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Can you stop touching me for a second, please? I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

Chuckling at her, shaking my head, I kiss her again.

“No, baby, I can’t. I like having you in my arms pressed against me, so you’re just going to have to deal.”

“Seriously?” She replies testily.

“Yeah, seriously, sweetheart,” I grin in response. Dipping my head lower, swiping my tongue over her lips demanding entrance, I kiss her deep, long, and wet.

Tearing her mouth from mine, her hand at me chest curls into a fist as she narrows her eyes threateningly.

“See, that’s what I mean. You kiss me and I get distracted.” That was the plan so I don’t argue. “I forget to be mad at you and what I was going to say, so you have to stop. We need to talk about this,” glaring at me attempting to hide my chuckle, she snaps, “And when I say talk, I mean a conversation that involves two people. Not a one-sided one that has a hot, alpha, badass biker telling me how it is and not taking my opinion into account. Do you think you can manage that?”

Fuck but she’s gorgeous when she’s angry.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” I grin. “I think I can manage that.”

“Good. Now, let me up so that I can get dressed and we can talk.”

Pressing her deeper into the mattress, I rumble,

“Not gonna happen, Beth. I get that’s what you want, but you’re not gonna get it. Don’t mistake me for a stupid man, baby because I’m anything but. I know the second I let you out of this bed I’ve lost my chance to talk to you the way you know I need to. If you’re honest with yourself, Beth, know you want to stay right where you are just as much as I want you here. So do me a favor, yeah?”

No waiting for her answer, I adjust my hips so that my cock is resting against her slit. Not pushing in, just putting enough pressure on her outer lips to have her eyes snap to mine, and repeat,

“
Settle
.”

With her eyes on mine, her arms pinned between us, and the heat radiating off her pussy engulfing me, I lay it out for her. Not all of it, but what she needs to know now. The rest will come in time. Being a smart man, I figure it’s best to give her time to adjust before I blow apart her carefully constructed world.

“You calm now, sweetheart,” I ask knowing she’s far from it.

“Ah, that would be a no, Captain.”

Did I say I love her smart mouth yet? If I haven’t, I should have, especially because it’s giving me all sorts of idea on how to keep it busy.

“I’ll rephrase. You as calm as you’re gonna get?”

“At this juncture, I would like to reserve the right to answer that question until
after
you’ve said whatever you have to say,” she retorts haughtily.

“And I’ll allow that,” I say grinning at her.

Tilting her head, Beth huffs,

“That’s big of you, and much appreciated. Now, if you don’t mind, can we hurry this along? I’ve got the distinct feeling this is going to be a long day, which means, I’d like to get this part of it over and done with so I can shower and see what else is in store for me.”

Placing a kiss to her lips, I roll to my back reversing our positions with my hands spanning her waist.

“Yeah, baby, we can do that too,” I answer.

Needing to test the waters, I query,

“How much do you know about MC’s, sweetheart?”

“Not a lot,” she shrugs. “I had a client in L.A. who was the President of one of the clubs out there. He shared a few things about old ladies, which I’ll have you know, I still find strange they’re called that. Dray explained what prospects were seeing as I did a few patch tattoos for them. That was another thing he had to educate me on. What the hell a patch tattoo was. Other than that, he didn’t share.”

I’m not surprised at the mention of Dray. Jay told me Beth knew him, had inked him many times before, but I am surprised at the jealousy I feel knowing that he’s shared any of that with her.

“Right, so you know the basics. Do you have a problem with any of that? Any of it not sitting right with you?”

Sniffing she answers,

“Again, I don’t know much, but what I do know doesn’t particularly concern me. Mind you, that was before I found myself pinned to the bed by a badass, alpha biker who’s hell bent on making me listen to him whether I want to or not. However, I think it’s worth mentioning that I’m sure there will be many, many things about what you’re going to say next that I’m going to take issue with. So it’s safe to say, I’ll reserve the right to freak out about any or all of it in the future too.”

Smiling at her, I agree,

“Noted, sweetheart. I’ll let you reserve the right to anything you want if you’ll sit there on my lap and hear what I’ve got to say.”

Pretending to consider it, Beth purses her lips before nodding her ascent once. Taking that as my cue, I begin.

“First, I’m gonna explain what a soft lockdown is. Sarge told me you overheard some of the others talking about it last night. He also said you didn’t ask what it meant even though you had plenty of opportunities to talk to him about it when he was sitting with you. You heard and saw some shit last night, so I know it’s not gonna come as a surprise that we’re closing ranks to keep our own safe. The difference between a soft lockdown and a full lockdown is this one only pertains to old ladies, girlfriends, their kids, and vulnerable family members who belong to patch-wearing members of the club.”

Cocking my knees, I slide Beth further forward until she’s straddling my abs.

“I’ve got no clue how long this is gonna last, but while I think there’s a viable threat everyone who means anything to my brothers who sit at the table with me at church are gonna stay in the clubhouse where they can be kept safe.”

“Okay, honey,” Beth interjects.

“In saying that, what you’ve got to understand before anything else is that while you’re here, you’re safe. There’s not one man here who’ll hurt or scare you, Beth. That I can promise you. Anyone upsets you, says anything to piss you off, scares you, you let me know and I’ll take care of it. We on the same page with that?”

Bobbing her head up and down, Beth doesn’t speak, but I see she’s taking it in and processing it.

“Good. Second, you have to know that there’s some stuff I’m just not going to be able to tell you about. If I say it’s club business, then it’s club business. Women aren’t members of MC’s, sweetheart, and this one’s no different. We’ve got old ladies, Dray told you about them. Other women hang around because they like to party with the boys. Then there are women, and I hesitate to say this, baby because I know it’s gonna piss you off, but the others are club whores who don’t mind sharing their body with whichever brother has a taste for them.”

Beth gasps, one of her hands flying to her mouth.

“Jesus. Really?”

“Yeah, really, sweetheart.” Pressing a finger to her lips to stop the endless flow of bitching I’m sure is about to commence, I continue. “Do not mistake me when I say that these women are here voluntarily. They choose to walk their asses out into the main room and throw themselves at whoever will catch them. They make the choice to drop to their knees and suck my brothers off with an audience. They make the decision to take two at a time, or sometimes more. They aren’t coerced, Sweetheart.”

“Jackson,” she whispers cautiously.

Giving her a hard look, I shake my head.

“No, Beth. I don’t want to hear it. I can see that you want to give me shit about it, but that’s not why I’m telling you this. I’m saying it because there are a lot of things you’re gonna see or hear while you’re here, and I’m doing my best to prepare you for it. What I don’t need to hear is you judging how they chose to live their lives. That goes for my guys too. We ride hard, work hard, and play harder. How my men elect to do that, how they want to spend their time, and with who isn’t anyone else’s business but their own.”

“Okay, honey,” she breathes quietly.

Gripping her hips tighter, I add,

“I get this isn’t something you’re used to, and it’s going to take some time for you to adjust so I’m gonna be as patient as I can in explaining it to you. But you’re going to have to follow my lead, yeah?”

“Yeah, Jackson,” she replies softly.

“Okay, sweetheart that’s done. Now we’ve got to get to the rest.” Rubbing my thumbs over the soft skin of her hips, I explain further. “I need you to get that being here, in my bed, moaning my name, taking my cock, and begging me to give it to you harder means something to me. I’ve got to hope it means something to you too, but if it doesn’t, if this was just a walk on the wide side for you, you’re gonna have to let me know now before this goes any further.”

After a few awkward seconds of silence, Beth tips her head down asking,

“Um, what does it mean to you?”

Lowering my voice, I push myself up the bed until my back is flush against the headboard. Securing her in my lap, knees still cocked keeping her close, I give her the honesty she’s looking for.

“I already told you I don’t do this shit, sweetheart, but what you’ve got to take from that is; I don’t do this shit at all. I’ve never let a woman spend the night. I’ve never held a woman while she slept. And I’ve never woken up with that woman curled around me like a vine. Like I said, I don’t do this. Never wanted to, not until now. So that means, at least to me, that we’re building something here. Something I want to work. Something I hope to fuck you want to work too.”