Hidden Secrets (Satan's Prophets MC) (27 page)

Renee walked in and saw Mick talking with Susanna. She called out and Mick walked over to her.

“Hey, darlin.’ I was wondering how you were doing today?” Mick studied her face and noticed the dark circles under her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“We need to talk, Mick.” Renee took his hand and led him outside. “Thank you for stopping by to check on me. No, I’m not okay.”

Mick couldn’t help but hear the tiny, little quivers in her voice.

“I can’t see you anymore, Mick. We need to stop now before it goes any further. I loved being with you—well, up until yesterday that is. If that’s what your life is about—guns and violence—it doesn’t fit into my life. I really can’t handle that stuff, it just isn’t me. Yesterday, I thought we were going to die. That opened up my eyes and made me wonder what the hell I was doing. I need a solid family life with the while picket fence and a man who I know will come home to me every night, safe and sound.” She looked up at Mick with eyes full of sadness. “That’s my world. That’s what I need.”

     Mick wanted to tell her that life isn’t full of guarantees—that even men who live behind white, picket fences can be bad. But he didn’t want to be the one to burst her bubble. “I get ya darlin’ and I understand. I really do. Hey, no need to look so sad, we can still be friends.” Mick felt conflicted. He’d like to offer her all that and more, but he knew it wasn’t possible. He was a member of Satan’s Prophets MC now and knew Renee could never adjust to club life. He lifted Renee’s hand up to his mouth and placed a bittersweet, soft good-bye kiss on her palm. He forced an easy going, boyish grin on his face and walked away.

Renee felt her throat choking up, and her eyes misting with tears as she watched him walk away. She knew it was for the best, but why did she feel so shattered and empty inside now?

Susanna was waiting for Renee when she walked back into the store. She could guess from Renee’s misty eyes what took place. Throwing an arm around her shoulders, “It’s for the best honey, trust me. I’ve been down that road and it’s not for either of us.” That made Susanna think of Roach and her feelings for him. Those thoughts only made her sad so she pushed them away and hugged Renee tighter.

JD had to make a run today, along with Drifter and Spokes, over to Forked Springs. Someone was infringing on their territory and offering a cheaper plan of protection to the town businesses. Things like that needed to be nipped in the bud before an all-out war ensued. JD knew he wouldn’t make it back home tonight so he had to check with Mick and make sure he could stay with Jasmine. He hated leaving her, especially with Mick, but club business always came first. When he broke the news to Jasmine, she wasn’t happy about him going, but she also knew he had no choice.

Mick was sitting outside his motel room, in a gloomy mood after seeing Renee. He debated going for a ride on his Harley, but didn’t want to leave town, in case there was trouble. When he saw JD walking towards him, Mick thought,
what the fuck now?
He wasn’t in the mood for JD’s petty bullshit today.

“I just want to welcome you to the club, bro.” JD slapped Mick on the back.

Mick was caught totally off guard by JD’s friendly gesture. “Thanks. I didn’t think you’d be so cool with it.”

“Hell, I’m good with it. You proved yourself to me. I need a favor, though. I’m riding out soon with some of the bro’s and I need to know someone will be watching over Jasmine. We won’t be back until tomorrow so will you be around?”

“Yeah, sure—no worries, I’ll keep a close eye on her.”

“Thanks, bro.”

Mick didn’t bother telling JD he was working at the bar that night. He would just take Jaz with him and watch her there.

Jaz was thrilled to be going to The Den again. She didn’t let on to Mick that she was planning on dancing, though. Mick wouldn’t approve of her being in the spotlight, but she needed to get back on that stage and make some money. The rent was two weeks late and she was worried that they would lose the motel. She stuffed her dancing outfit into her little bag that she usually carried and told Mick she was ready to go.

Danny was glad to see Mick back to work. “Welcome back, Mick. Boy, am I glad to see you. I’m hanging on by a shoe string here; trying to run the bar, keep tabs on the stock and balance the books. Hey, do you know if Lori is coming back to do them? I sure hope so?”

“Thanks for carrying the load. I’m the new manager now and soon as I get settled in more, I’ll see about getting you a raise. Can’t guarantee it, but I’ll work on it,” Mick promised to a very, happy Danny. “Not too sure about Lori coming back, though. Can you hang in there till we figure something out?”

“Sure. No problem,” Danny replied.

Jaz was sitting at the bar enjoying a few drinks when the first dancer walked onto the stage. Getting up, she walked over to the next dancer lined up and told her she was taking her spot. This pissed the girl off, but she didn’t say anything, because she knew Jaz had those badass bikers for friends. Last thing she needed was to get on her bad side.

“Sure thing, sweetie. I’ll go after you. I could use another drink anyway to loosen me up some more.”

Jaz saw her poor attempt at a forced smile, but didn’t care. The first couple of dancing sets made more money and she needed it.

Mick noticed Jaz wasn’t around and was just going to look for her when he saw her walking up on the stage.
Oh shit
, he thought to himself. JD is going to have his ass for this one.

Jaz finished her set, collected all the money and went to change. When she got back to the bar, she saw Mick scowling at her.

“Don’t give me that look, Mick. As long as I’m here, I might as well dance.”

“Did JD say you could continue dancing now that you’re his old lady?”

Jaz shrugged her shoulders. “He didn’t say I couldn’t, so I did. He’ll just have to adjust.”

Mick thought JD would never adjust, but he kept quiet. Thankfully, it was none of his business now. It was time to let JD handle Jaz.

Unfortunately, Jaz sitting at the bar by herself attracted a lot of unwanted attention. Mick had to threaten a few drunks away and Big Daddy had to literally toss one outside. Jaz couldn’t stop laughing at that. She loved seeing Big D’s smiling face after he tossed them out the door.

By the time Mick and Jaz got back to the motel, it was three in the morning. She was too tired to count her money, so she left it sitting on the table until she woke up. Mick grabbed a couple of pillows and made himself comfortable on the couch.

JD arrived home early that morning, unexpectedly. His business was taken care of quickly being as it was just a bunch of amateur punks that pulled up stakes and ran at the first sight of him and his brothers. Walking into their motel room, he noticed a pile of money sitting on the table along with Mick sleeping on their couch. He sat down and counted three hundred and fifty dollars and put two and two together. JD walked over to the couch and kicked it a few times, until Mick woke up.

“You let Jasmine dance last night? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Mick sat up rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake up. “Look, you try to tell her anything and see if she listens to you,” Mick sneered at JD. “I’m outta here. She’s your old lady now, you deal with it.” Mick got up and walked out.

JD undressed quickly and climbed into bed with Jasmine. He would have to have a little talk with her about her dancing, but not this morning. He had more important things on his mind, like giving Jasmine an orgasm that she would never forget.

Jasmine woke up to the most wonderful sensations and smiled, “Welcome home, honey.”

“Honey. Now, I like that. Need to have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours, baby.” JD slowly lifted Jasmine’s nightgown over her head, his hungry eyes feasting on her warm, curvaceous body being unveiled before him. “No more clothes in bed, babe. Want nothin’ between us from now on,” he whispered softly as his hands moved between them to massage her firm, bared breasts.

Jasmine snuggled closer to JD, needing to feel some of his warmth and slipped her arms around his neck. His mouth closed over hers, parting her lips in a deep, languorous kiss and Jasmine kissed him back with all the love she had in her heart.

Their tongues met and playfully teased, doing a mating dance in their mouths. JD lowered his lips to trail hot, burning kisses down her throat to the hardened peaks of her full breasts. When his lips closed tightly around a pink nipple, drawing hard, Jasmine gasped with sweet pleasure. He suckled long and hard, taking turns on her aching breasts. Jasmine’s breath was coming out in tiny pants as she grabbed his head and held it against her chest.

JD’s hands were roaming tenderly, exploring and delightfully tormenting her until she was lost in incoherent yearnings. When his skillful fingers delved into the liquid center of her womanhood, Jasmine’s pussy clenched tight around them. JD was quickly losing control. “I have to taste you, baby—can’t wait any longer.”

“I want to taste you, too. I need to taste you now,” she half moaned, half begged in a trembling, desperate voice.

He hurriedly changed his position until his thick, straining erection was in close proximity of her mouth, showing Jasmine without words that they could both have their wish.

JD buried his head between her slender thighs and plundered her moist petals with his hot, searing mouth. His tongue explored and caressed, licking up her succulent honey, feasting greedily. His tongue was relentless when it reached her swollen, engorged clit. He pressed hot little kisses on that overly sensitive spot until Jasmine squeezed her thighs tightly, holding his head in a vise and was jerking her hips against his tongue for more. JD licked the length of her delicate folds once more before darting his tongue in and out of her pulsating pussy.

Jasmine was exploring JD’s throbbing erection with her tongue and lips, licking and kissing up and down its entire silken length. She tasted the essence of his virility and wanted more. When Jaz opened her mouth wider, JD moaned in blissful ecstasy and pushed his hips closer, urging her to take all of him into the hot cavern of her mouth. She was mindless with passion, her greedy mouth working its magic on his arousal as she tried to suck in the entire length. She moved her head slowly, back and forth, taking him in deeper with each thrust of her mouth until his cock was hitting the back of her throat. Her tongue was making love to his cock, pleasuring him with swirling, little circles along its length.

JD tried to prolong his pleasure, but it was too long since he’d had a blowjob and his resistance was no match for Jasmine’s wickedly, sinful mouth. When he felt the first tremor of his orgasm start, he tried to pull out of Jasmine’s mouth, but she was like a starving woman needing his essence to survive. She threw her arm over his lower buttocks and held him firmly in her mouth. JD was pumping rapidly now, in and out of her mouth until he threw back his head and let out a long, guttural growl. Jasmine kept swallowing as his cum slid down the back of her throat.