Death Ride (Blue Bandits MC Book 5) (14 page)

“Just make him do latrine duty for a month or something,” Jamie muttered, her hands landing on his arm which had snaked around her waist to hold her closer.

“You think that’s going to deter the next man who tries that bullshit with a woman under my command? That shoveling shit because the system keeps backing up will make them not do it again? Because if you do, you’ve lost your damned mind. You know what I have to do. It’s the only way I will keep order,” Blade growled.

“You don’t have to beat him with the whip. I’m fine,” Jamie screamed, sounding a little wild as she jerked away from Death and moved forward. Death knew she was wrong because Blade understood club politics better than she did. Men like the ones in their clubs weren’t easy to manage and being lenient even once would make the whole system fall apart.

“I do have to and you need to watch,” Blade muttered, his voice suddenly wary and his eyes sad. “I know you hate it but Jamie, you have to be there or they will all know who the woman is.”

“No, I refuse to stand by and watch you beat someone. It’s not necessary. I’m fine and if you are worried about him doing it again, make him move to the other clubhouse. You don’t have women there except for two old ladies and their men aren’t going to allow them to be harmed,” Jamie insisted.

“That won’t work because harsh swift punishment is needed,” Blade growled and Jamie jerked around to face Death.

“Tell him he doesn’t have to do it this way. You have something you would do, don’t you, so tell him not to do this,” she pleaded, looking desperate. Death knew what he would have done would shock her even more than what her brother was planning on doing. He didn’t want to tell her that so he just shook his head and reached out to rub a hand over her cheek.

“It’s necessary, babe, your brother’s right,” he told her, his tone soft and firm. Jamie shook off his hand and threw her hands in the air.

“You’re all a bunch of idiots,” she exclaimed before she stormed out the door slamming it behind her. Death would have followed her but Blade’s hand landed on his shoulder preventing him from leaving.

“Let her go. She’s never going to understand why it’s necessary because she’s doesn’t know what holding a club together entails. She’ll be fine and we need to talk about the raid with Reaper, who should be calling in about twenty minutes or so. We need to deal with that before you go talk to her. It’ll give her time to calm down too,” Blade said when he turned to him and Death nodded, despite his need to go after Jamie.

It took them a little over two and a half hours to iron out the details with Reaper and Max, after which Death headed back to their room, finding Jamie lying on the bed asleep. She must have been tired when she’d gotten out of the shower because she was still wrapped in a fluffy white towel with her hair spread out across the bed beneath her and her skin a little pink. He grinned because he knew she liked the water hot enough to turn her skin red.

Death stepped towards the bed, his body aching as he looked down at her. She was a beauty lying there and his heart squeezed a bit as his gaze roamed over her. Her arms were laying across her stomach and her breasts were almost escaping the confines of the towel, which made his already stiff cock stand up and harden more.
Damn, what was going on with him?

Was he falling in love with her?

He couldn’t deny the feelings making his heart swell when he saw her or the way he wanted to protect her. She was all that made up the world for him at the moment and that was a little scary because nothing since Lily had ever been more important to him than his club and his brothers.
Fuck, what was he going to do now?
They were about to start a war and her safety would come first for him, which meant that he’d have to leave her here. Inside the compound with only one entrance, she would be safer than she would be at his clubhouse.

Damn, he really should have bought a house when Reaper said he was going to do the same with Sarah and put in the security shutters. If he had, he wouldn’t be forced to leave her here for her own safety. He would be getting that in the works within hours of his return though because he wasn’t living without her for long. He couldn’t anymore; she was his heart now.
Fuck, when had that happened?
He didn’t know but he would bet it was the night she’d drugged him outside a bar on Turner road.

Grinning, he leaned down and kissed the top of her breast, slowly sliding the towel down to reveal her rosy skin. Jamie shifted and moaned when he captured her nipple sucking the sweet bud vigorously. Death let out a little growl as she pressed up into his mouth. He would make love to her one more night, then he’d head back to his club and get a place ready for them. That thought made his hands become possessive as they moved over her body.

She shifted and her hands buried in his hair as she wiggled beneath him. Death couldn’t contain the need he had for her and knowing he was leaving made his desire feel almost desperate.

Jamie woke to Death kissing her breasts and she wanted to protest because she was still mad at him but his touch sent her brain cells into overdrive and all she could do was feel. She buried her hands in his hair and she moaned when his body pressed down into hers. She couldn’t catch her breath as she felt his lips kissing their way up to hers.

When he took her mouth with a forceful thrust of his tongue as his hands gripped her hard and moved over her in an almost desperate way, she felt her body tremble. She rubbed her hands over his waist finding the hem of his t-shirt and tugging it up trying to get him naked because she wanted to run her hands over his skin. Death jerked back and ripped his shirt off over his head and shucked his pants in less than a minute.

He fell on her, his hard cock pressing into her bare stomach making her realize that he’d removed her towel completely. She couldn’t remember him doing it but she didn’t care. She wanted him badly and anything between them was hindering them. Her hands slipped over his chest rubbing his shoulders before sliding down over his hard abs. Jamie felt his body jerk into hers when her fingers brushed over the head of his cock and Death growled as he kissed the side of her neck, his teeth nipping at her.

“Death,” she moaned when his hand cupped her breast, pushing it up as his mouth covered the tip roughly. He sucked her nipple hard sending sensations of need through her with every pull on her tip and she pressed up into him. Her hands curled around his cock and he let out a low grunt that sent shivers of desire through her. Jamie felt raw need roar through her veins as she rubbed over his cock. A sense of power curled inside her and she was gratified when his hips jerked into her hand and his mouth lifted from her long enough for him to groan.

“Damn, that feels too fucking good, baby. Keep pumping me with that little hand.” Death then sucked her other nipple into his mouth, his teeth working the tip in a gentle caress. Jamie moaned, her hand tightening on his cock, which made him jerk again. His hand moved between her legs and two of his fingers plunged inside her slick opening. Her hips jerked upwards seeking more of the hard thrusts. He seemed to know what she needed because he rubbed her clit with his thumb as he sucked her breasts and fucked her with his fingers.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he growled when she lost her rhythm because his caresses were making her mindless. “I love these tits, baby, and this hot little pussy. It’s mine, you understand.
No-fucking-body
should be touching this pussy but me.”

Jamie was a little surprised by what he was saying because it sounded almost possessive. She knew she wouldn’t be letting anyone else make love to her for a long time because she was in love with him. He would leave and eventually the pain inside her would fade but until it did, she wouldn’t be with anyone else. Death’s oddly possessive behavior made her wonder if he’d said things like that to countless other women. Jamie wished she could believe he hadn’t and that she was somehow special to him but she wasn’t delusional. 

Death licked around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth and she let out a loud moan and arched up into him, trying not to come. He pulled his fingers free of her and jerked his hips away from her hand, pressing between her legs with the head of his cock.

“I need to be inside you before I go insane. Fuck, you go to my head like a drug, baby,” Death growled and thrust his hips forward sinking into her in one swift stroke. Jamie let out a loud moan, her hands now gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She couldn’t stop her body from straining up into his as he set a hard rhythm. Moaning, she felt her orgasm beginning to overtake her. Her mind splintered into a thousand pieces and she cried out his name as her body shook with the onslaught of pleasure that he gave her. 

Death let out a hard groan as his body moved into hers, his hands gripping her hips hard as he struggled to reach his own climax. Jamie couldn’t help the moan she released as he hit a particularly sensitive spot making her body clench and she began the climb to orgasm a second time. Death seemed to realize she was close again because he reached between them to rub her clit as he continued to press into her in hard heavy strokes.

“Death,” she cried, her body shaking as it clenched around his hard cock seeking her second climax. Death growled and bit her shoulder a little, not enough to hurt but just enough to give her another sensation, which sent her crashing into the mountain face. Pleasure cascaded through her almost ripping her apart as she shattered into a million tiny pieces of orgasmic bliss.

Death couldn’t hold back his climax when he felt Jamie come apart beneath him for the second time. He thrust into her feeling his body begin to shake from the power of his orgasm. He held her close as he roared out and drove into her like a madman. Death felt her clenching around him and his body collapsed on hers. He was panting and his weight was likely crushing her but he couldn’t move off her yet because his orgasm had drained every bit of his energy from him. He finally managed to fall to the side of her and laid there trying to catch his breath with her lying on his chest.

Jamie was just as out of breath as she rested on his shoulder, her fingers caressing his chest. Death was content for the first time in what seemed like forever. He wished he could stay right here in this moment for the rest of his life but he knew he had to go home. His club needed him and he would have to go back. He would have the work started on making a safe place for him to take Jamie. He wouldn’t risk losing her because of a war he was likely starting in a few days. From the vibe he’d gotten from Reaper and Max, the vote would go Blade’s way.

He was glad because he didn’t want to disappoint Jamie by not helping her brother. Reaper had hinted that they were seriously thinking about joining forces. It was likely that they were all tired of fighting a war that could cost them their whole way of life if they didn’t win. As time had worn on his men began to get restless and that was never good because it led to defection and that was typically the end of a club. Reaper and he would have tried to hold it together but it wouldn’t have worked and they both knew it.

Death kissed the top of Jamie’s head already dreading the morning, which was coming way too quickly for his liking because when it arrived he would have to leave her. The thought had his arms tightening around her and she shifted, rising up to look at him with a little smile on her face.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, kissing his lips.

Death returned the kiss, his hands cupping the back of her head as he deepened the caress. Her body moved against his and his cock twitched, making him snort because it was already starting to harden. Normally after an orgasm that hard he’d be content for at least an hour but with Jamie it seemed five minutes was all he needed.

“You should get some rest because it won’t be long before I will be fucking you again,” Death warned, rubbing his hand over her cheek. He felt her shift slightly and her breast brushed his chest making his randy cock throb and harden more. Fuck, it might not even take five minutes.

Cupping her breasts, he found himself urging her to bring them to his mouth because he wanted her again already. Jamie moaned and allowed his mouth to close around her rosy peaks again. It was less than two minutes later that she was above him riding his cock while his hands held onto her tits caressing the hard nipples while she bounced up and down on him. They both reached their peak quickly and this time she just collapsed on his chest and he held her. Death was content when he drifted off to sleep still inside her and her spread out over his chest with his arms holding her close.

Jamie stood beside her brother wishing she was anywhere except in this room because she didn’t want anything to do with the punishment she knew she was going to witness as soon as they stepped inside the next room. Death was standing behind her and she could almost feel him breathing on the back of her neck. She’d gotten up and dressed without a word this morning and had ignored him ever since. She was mad at him for allowing her brother to beat Thorn when it was totally unnecessary. Blade wouldn’t allow himself to be talked out of it even though she’d tried again this morning when she’d gone to his office alone.

Jamie didn’t want to think about what they were about to do to Thorn any more than she wanted to think about what he’d attempted to do to her. Blade moved into the crowded room holding his hands up for silence. Jamie could see Thorn in the middle of the room tied to rings that were attached to pylons on either side of him.

“Thorn, you’ve betrayed the trust we had in you by attacking a woman in this compound. You know our rules. Your punishment is ten lashes with the fire whip,” Blade said before nodding to Crook, who was wielding the whip. He began to hit Thorn’s back.

Jamie flinched at the sound of the whip hitting his flesh and the way he screamed. She couldn’t watch and closed her eyes shaking. Death’s arms wrapped around her from behind and she was shaking so badly she didn’t fight him. He turned her towards him holding her against his chest while Crook slammed the whip into Thorn again and again, his screams echoing off the walls and assaulting her ears. Jamie felt tears in her eyes; even though she knew he likely deserved to feel some pain for attacking her, that whip sounded brutal. She’d never been hit with one but she’d seen the results a few times when Hacker had brought men to be whipped when they lived with him.

It was why she’d objected so much to this form of punishment. She could remember Hacker beating men to death, and sometimes women too. It was horrifying that her brother was now beating Thorn in the same manner. How was this club going to be any different from the old one when they were already falling back on old habits? Not that her brother would be killing Thorn with that whip and Doc Nichols was here for when they were finished to heal him, but it still seemed all too familiar. Hacker had been cruel and had beaten men for nothing and Blade had a reason at least for what he was doing but that didn’t make her like it any better.

Death kissed the top of her head, his arms tight around her, and she wanted to sink into his chest because she couldn’t take being half responsible for this beating like she was. If she hadn’t told him about Thorn’s attack, he wouldn’t be receiving this punishment.

“You’re fine and this isn’t your fault, Jamie. He chose to do this to himself knowing the rules,” Death said quietly into her hair as if he were reading her mind. She wanted to protest his words but she couldn’t seem to speak around the lump in her throat. She just pressed into his chest and allowed him to hold her until it was over.

“I know we’ve all agreed to change our way of life. Most of us understand right from wrong but I need every man in this club to understand I will not tolerate rapists in my club. You attack a woman and I will punish you. Thorn will be under watch from now on and he isn’t allowed the company of any sweetbutt unless she volunteers. His rank is also being pulled. He’s no longer allowed to wear his bottom rocker.” Blade finished speaking as Jamie gasped, peeking out at Thorn. He was being removed from the pylons by Crook and a prospect, who then carried him from the room followed by Doc Nichols. He was unconscious and bleeding from the cuts on his back so he didn’t respond to being kicked back to a prospect. Jamie couldn’t be sorry about that part of his punishment because it meant he wouldn’t be allowed into her area of the compound without an escort and after his beating over attacking her she was glad of that. Thorn was the type to retaliate.

Death held her while Blade talked to his men for a little while longer before they all headed out of the room and back to their other duties. Jamie let Death lead her out too, silently wondering how the club had changed if this was the punishment her brother would give his men.