Jase (Kings of Korruption MC Book 3) (13 page)

Slowly, I dip
my hand inside until I feel the small tuft of trimmed hair between
her legs. My heart crashes inside my chest, and I have to focus on
my breathing to keep it from getting out of my control.

My finger
finally finds her warm heat, and she lets out a sharp cry as I dip
it all the way down to her wet centre, collecting the juices that
are soaking into her panties. Bringing the tip of my finger back
up, I circle the hard little nub that brings her so much pleasure,
I have to wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her steady.

“
You like that, baby?” I rasp. She whimpers and nods, her
mouth nipping and licking at mine. “Pull your tits out,
El.”

My cock
strains against my zipper as I feel her body tremble in my arms and
hear the sounds she’s making as I draw out her pleasure. She pulls
down one cup, and then the other, proudly displaying them just for
me. They’re fucking perfect.

Each one is
creamy and smooth, and just a little more than a handful. My mouth
waters, wanting to taste her perfect pink nipple. Reaching down, I
press one finger, then two, deep inside her pussy, hooking them in
the perfect place while pressing the heel of my hand against her
clit.

She slams her
mouth to mine to muffle her moans of pleasure. I break our kiss and
move my mouth down to her tits to suck on her nipple, flicking it
with my tongue. She cries into her palm, and I feel her pussy
clench tighter around my fingers.

Pulling away,
I look up at her and can barely speak. “Come for me, El.”

Her hips sway
along with the rhythm of my hand. I feel her pussy grow more wet
with every stroke, but it’s not until I lean forward and sink my
teeth into her nipple, just hard enough to cause a little pain,
that her body convulses, my name falling from her lips.

Pulling back,
I look and admire the pink flush that spreads across every inch of
her skin. She yanks me back, slamming her lips onto mine as she
fumbles awkwardly with my belt. “We need to stop,” I say.

She grins and
grabs my face, lips aiming for me once more, but I pull back,
putting some distance between us. “I mean it, babe. We need to
stop. As much as I want to finish what we’ve started, it’s not the
right time.”

She folds her
arms over her heaving chest, suddenly embarrassed. Taking her chin
between my thumb and forefinger, I tilt her face up to mine and
press a soft kiss to her swollen lips. “My dick is going to be more
pissed than either one of us, trust me.” I grin as she giggles and
fold her in my arms. “Let me take you out the day after tomorrow.
We’ll do dinner, a bike ride, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll even buy
you flowers or some shit.”

“
I’d like that.”

“
Good. It’s a date.”

Ellen

The next
morning, I’m pouring my coffee just as Bryce walks into the
kitchen. His hair is a mess, and his pajamas are rumpled from a
good night’s sleep. “Morning, Bud. How’d you sleep?”

“
Good,” he mumbles as he reaches for the cereal. I grin wide.
For the first time in a long time, so had I. And if Bryce slept
well, that means he didn’t hear what was going on in my
room.

Jase’s visit
last night had changed everything. It had changed my mind about
finally giving him a chance to prove that he’s serious about me, no
matter how much that terrifies me. I’m no fool, and I’m still
cautious about giving him my complete trust, but we’ll take it slow
and see what happens.

His visit also
means that I have to come clean to Bryce about who he is, and what
he means to me. He talks to his father, and I know that it’ll get
brought up. I don’t want Paul to think I’m hiding something, and I
want him to know that he can’t push me around and dictate who I can
and cannot date. Besides, Bryce is a smart kid. There’s no way I
could date Jase without him knowing something was going on.

“
Bryce, I need to talk to you about something.” His eyes lift
from the iPad game he’s playing as he scoops Lucky Charms into his
mouth. “I’m going out tonight. I already texted Brit, but if you
want to to go to Jimmy’s instead, I can call his mom and see if
that would be okay.”

His eyes
narrow and his freckled nose scrunches up. “No thanks. Jimmy isn’t
my friend anymore.”

“
What? Why not?” Jimmy and Bryce have been friends since
kindergarten. They do everything together. His mom’s a nurse too,
over at the General Hospital. Through the years, we’ve helped each
other out a lot, taking each other’s boys so we could do simple
things, like go Christmas shopping, or out to a movie.

“
‘
Cause he’s a dork,” he replies, squinting his
eyes, daring me to argue.

“
That’s not nice, Bryce. We don’t talk about people that way,
especially not our friends. Did you guys get in a
fight?”

“
No, Mom. He’s just a loser, and I don’t want to be friends
with him anymore. Where are you going?”

I ignore the
change of subject, thinking it best to drop it and see if the boys
work it out for themselves. I don’t like to meddle in his life more
than I need to, opting to let him figure things out as he goes. I
only offer advice when I feel I need to.

I take a deep
breath and decide to just lay it out there. “I’m going on a date.”
He blinks back at me. “Remember that man I was talking to out front
last week?”

“
The biker guy?” he asks, his expression one of
disgust.

“
Yep. His name is Jase, not biker guy. Anyways, he’s my friend
and he asked me out. I said yes, and I’m looking forward to
spending some time with him.”

“
I don’t like it,” he declares, his chin held high.

“
I hate to say it kid, but tough.” I watch as his mouth turns
down in a frown. Bryce isn’t used to me making decisions without at
least asking his opinion. “I’m your mom, and you’re my kid. It’s my
job to make the choices for this family, and it’s yours to accept
them. I would never do anything that would be dangerous for you,
and you know I love you more than anything, but I have a life to
live, so you’re just gonna have to accept that too.”

He opens his
mouth to argue, but I hold up my hand. “I know you called your
father the last time he was here, and your father said you seemed
afraid of Jase, but you need to know that he’s not a scary man—he’s
a good man.”

He wrinkles
his nose again. “I wasn’t afraid. I told him ‘cause he asked if you
have any boyfriends.” I shake my head. Yet another way Paul is
manipulating our son so he can win this case against me. “I didn’t
like him, but I wasn’t scared.”

“
Why didn’t you like him?”

“
He was practically making out with you on the sidewalk in the
middle of our neighborhood. It was gross.”

“
Oh, buddy,” I laugh. “We weren’t even kissing. And you should
have told me when I talked to you about the way you treated him.”
Bryce just shrugs. Reaching across the table, I place my hand on
his. “I’m not going to run out and marry this guy, Bryce. I just
want to get to know him, let him get to know me. If things work
out, and I decide it’s worth it, then maybe he can get to know you,
and you know him. You need to stop worrying so much about this
stuff and just be a kid, okay?”

He thinks on
it for a moment before he nods. “Good,” I say with a wink. “So, if
Brit can babysit, you’ll be hanging out with her for the night.
I’ll leave money for pizza.”

Brit is
Brittany, a sixteen-year-old girl from down the street who babysits
for me from time to time. She’s a good kid, and Bryce always enjoys
it when she comes over.

I don’t miss
Bryce’s grin as he rinses out his bowl and puts it in the
dishwasher. “What’s so funny?” I ask.

“
Nothing. I’m just glad it’s Brit coming over and not Mrs.
Cameron from down the street.” He wags his eyebrows at me. “Brit’s
hot.”

I gasp and
shake my head as he hurries out of the room. At what age do you
stop having a babysitter take care of your kid? I’m starting to
wonder if the answer to that is, when they start thinking they’re
hot.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jase

R
yker bangs the
gavel down on the long wooden table, causing every man in the room
to stop talking and look in his direction. “This fuckin’ sucks,” he
declares. “As VP of this club, I knew that being the one to carry
on our meetings without the Prez was a duty I’d have to do, but I
never once dreamed that it would be for this reason.”

Several of the
guys nod their heads, while others lower them sadly. “This club has
been shaken harder than it’s ever been shaken before, and now we
need to shake it up even more. We need to have a vote, maybe
rearrange some positions. So, I’m just gonna dive right in and
start at the top and work my way down. Everyone ready?”

Murmurs of
agreement fill the room.

“
Nominations for chapter president. Call them out
now.”

Everyone looks
around the room, but no one says a word until Reaper finally breaks
the silence. “I nominate you, Ryker.”

Ryker
nods. “Thank you, Reap. Anyone else?” His words are met with
silence. Every man in this room knows that Ryker is exactly what
this club needs—who
we
need. “All in
favor?” One by one, we go around the room, ending in a unanimous
round of ‘ayes.’

“
All opposed?” Silence.

Ryker stares
back at us and lifts his fist to his chest. “Thank you, brothers.
Gunner pulled this club out of some pretty heavy shit. He was an
amazing president, and I will do everything I can to do him, and
all of you, proud.” He’s quiet for a moment before he continues,
“So with me moving spots, now we need to elect a VP. Call out your
nominations now.”

I open my
mouth, ready to call out Tease’s name, when I hear my own name
called out three different times. Ryker, Tease, and Slots have all
nominated me to be the club VP. I look to Ryker with wide eyes,
only to see him smiling. “All in favor?” More ‘ayes.’

“
All opposed?” Silence.

“
Congratulations, brother.” He reaches up and rips off the VP
patch from his own vest, sliding it across the table to me. My
fingers wrap around the small piece of material and my heart races.
I was just elected vice fucking president of the very club I
thought didn’t take me seriously.

I can barely
speak, and my words come out strangled, “Thank you, everyone.”

“
Reaper is our current Sergeant at Arms. All in favor of
keeping him there?” We all ring out with a resounding round of
‘ayes.’

“
All opposed?” Silence.

Ryker goes
through the same thing with the positions of secretary and
treasurer, both members continuing on. Ryker motions for the chair
to his left, indicating for me to take the official seat for the
vice president of the club. Standing, I walk around the table and
sit beside Ryker, who then claps me on the back and turns to face
the others.

“
Now we need to figure some shit out. I’m not gonna pussyfoot
around the issue. We know who killed Gunner and Tess—they left
their calling card there to make sure we did, but here’s the deal.
The Crips are a huge gang, and much bigger than the Kings. If we go
to war with those bastards, it will never end.”

“
So we let it slide?” Tease snarls. “Let those fuckers get
away with torturing and killing our club president and his old
lady?”

Ryker holds up
his hand. “That’s not what I said. We will retaliate, and they will
pay, but we need to be smart about this. If we enter into a war,
none of us will ever be safe in this city—not us, not our women,
and not our children. Those bastards are like cockroaches—they’re
everywhere, and they’re hard to kill. This fuckin’ city is infested
with them, so we need to plan. We need to play this smart, and we
need to move fast. They fucked with the wrong club, and they’re
about to learn that shit the hard way.” He looks around at us in a
way that reminds me so much of Gunner. “So I want to hear your
ideas. I know every one of you crazy bastards have secretly been
plotting how you want to deal with them, so lay it on me. What’ve
ya got?”

We spend the
next three hours in discussions. We go around the room, presenting
ideas (really fucked up ideas), and break them down, figuring out
what will work and what won’t. It’s exhausting, but it makes us all
feel like we’re finally going to get some justice for Gunner and
Tess.

Watching Ryker
lead the meeting fills me with pride. He settles arguments and
keeps the conversation going so that no one feels like they haven’t
been heard. My boy is going to kick this job’s ass, and with me by
his side, we’ll be unstoppable.