Jase (16 page)

“God,” he breathed. “I’ll never get tired of this, baby. You feel so good. So right. Tight.” He kissed her hard and demandingly, keeping his cock pushed deep inside her, holding still. “And hot.” Kissing her again, he stroked his tongue against hers, groaning into her mouth, beginning to thrust slow and deep into her pussy. “And drenched. God, you’re wet…so wet for me.”

Moving steadily, he pushed deeper inside her with each stroke, making small, slow circles with his hips. His groin gave a twinge for the first time in days and he ignored it, changing the angle a
little to
rock into her with an upward push, pulling countless breathless gasps from her.

“I’m close, baby,” he told her, rolling his hips as he kept the pace painfully deliberate, even as she was tightening around him, gripping his cock hard.

“Mmmm hmm,” she made the same noise as before, and her hands slipped down his back, cupping his ass and tugging as she pressed up hard against him.
She stiffened and tensed under him, muscles in her legs tightening around his hips. The movements of her hands became erratic and her breath came in quick pants as she moved closer to the edge of a climax.
Undulating with a full-body shudder, she shattered, pulling him along with her. He buried himself inside her, calling out her name with a reverent tone while she hid her face in his neck, lips frantically pressing against his skin. They stayed like that for long minutes, with him occasionally pulling out partway to glide back inside, rocking against her slow and gentle, pleasing her…loving her.

“God, baby,” he said when he had caught his breath somewhat. “You are incredible. Just incredible.” He
ground
his pelvis into hers, laughing when his softening cock slipped out of her. “Aww. Look at it, baby; we made a mess. Let’s go clean you off so I can dirty you up again.”

“
The bath is shared with the other suites on this floor. Give me a minute to grab a washcloth. I’ll be right back,” she said, slipping out of bed and pulling on a t-shirt.
Back in a moment with a warm, wet cloth, she deftly removed the condom, cleaning his cock and groin before heading back into the half-bath. She busied herself in there for a minute; it was quiet for a time, and then he could hear water running and the distinct sound of brushing teeth.

Hopping out of bed, he found her standing in front of the small mirror, finishing what looked like her morning routine. Pressing up against her, he covered her back with his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Nuzzling his nose into her
hair,
he sniffed deeply and sighed loudly, making her laugh with a whispered, “I like that you smell like me.” That laugh cut off abruptly when he reached beneath her shirt, cupping one breast with his large palm, sliding his other hand down between her legs, covering her pussy possessively.

“Let me take you to breakfast,” he said, intently watching her in the mirror.

She tensed and sighed, shaking her head. “There’s been some club business over the last couple of days. I’ll have to find out how things are today before I leave for work. I might be needed here.”

“Then let me cook breakfast for you,” he persisted, frowning as she again shook her head. Something was going on here that didn’t make him happy.

“The kitchen is a common area and prospects do most of the cooking. It’s probably not a good idea to invade their space.” She shrugged, looking down at the countertop.

He pulled back, dropping his hands to his sides, releasing her and watching a sad, resigned look sweep over her face as she kept her gaze down. He took a breath then hazarded a guess. “You don’t want them to see me with you.”

“It’s not like that,” she said, still not looking at him, but now he was getting…
not
mad, but something like
it,
and he interrupted before she got any farther. This wasn’t his DeeDee. She didn’t hide her face, didn’t hide from things. He needed to provoke her, draw her out, make her admit that what was going on was something they both wanted...both needed.

He said, “I’m gonna go out on a limb here, but I suspect you’re not willing for them to see us, because you think they’ll react badly.” She opened her mouth and he held up a hand, silently asking her for patience. “In all my life, I’ve never felt as seriously under scrutiny as I have while chasing after you these past months. Even when scouts came to the games when I was playing in juniors
,
I didn’t feel this watched. But, baby, you have to know the attention has been far from discouraging. If they had been after discouraging me, I suspect I’d be stuffed in a box somewhere.”

He sighed, keeping his eyes on her face in the mirror.
“When I think about everything that’s happened with the club members, I know I’m right. From them telling me not to let you get cold feet weeks ago in Chicago, to yesterday, being grilled about my long-term intentions, it feels like they’re rooting for us.
Hell, I’d say it’s even a fair bet they know I’m here right
now,
since the
bike I’m borrowing from Mason
is parked right next to yours outside in the clubhouse lot. Baby, it hasn’t escaped my notice that no one—in the hours I’ve been here with you—not one man has come up here to throw my ass out. That tells me something.”

He turned her to face him, palms sliding up and down her arms. “Baby, I think you already know all this, and also know you’re holding a bad hand when it comes to putting me off. So, if we take any difficulty about the Rebels off the table, what arguments are left? I have a couple of guesses. One is that, evidence aside, you simply don’t want this thing between us, whatever it is. Do you want me to go? Want me to leave? Like I told you last night, you’re in charge. You want me to go, I’ll walk. At least, I’ll try
to
if you
truly
want me to leave.

He took a breath. “Then my second guess is maybe you just want the physical and
would rather I
shut the hell up. Do you only want my fingers and mouth, my cock, but not the rest of me? Is there no chance of a relationship here? Which is it, DeeDee? Because you’re pushing me away pretty
hard,
and have been since the beginning. I think there’s something here, baby, and I’m willing to keep fighting if you just give me the slightest sign that this thing is mutual. What do you say?”

She closed her eyes as he was talking and now shook her head, sighing as she tipped her chin up to face him, her eyes opening wide. Inwardly, he was
encouraged,
because here again was the bravery he had grown accustomed to seeing from her. He watched her, waiting patiently.

“I don’t know what ‘this thing’, as you call it, is. I don’t know what to call it, much less what I’m expecting. Does it have to be defined and discussed right now? Today? Jase, I’m not afraid of the members seeing us together, but you have to understand this is not my house. I feel like I’m here on sufferance, and staying here definitely means all the rules are theirs. It’s their house. I’ve been looking at an apartment, because I hate feeling...like I’ll
end
up owing a favor. Not that they would ever do or say anything to make me feel that way, but…something for nothing isn’t the way of the world. And, right about now, God…I wish I’d already taken that leap, because things between us this morning would be very different.” She offered him a one-sided smile.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked.

She shook her head and he kept trying to reassure her with soft touches, stroking slowly up and down her arms while waiting for her response, keeping that constant contact between them.

“How long are you in town?” She asked the question and then bit her lip hard, looking as if it had slipped out by mistake.

“A few days. I told the hotel three nights, which leaves two now.” He closed his eyes, leaning forward and rubbing his cheek against hers, smiling at the small gasp when his stubble stroked over her soft skin.

“Can I stay with you until you have to leave?” Whispering her question, she pulled back and looked down as if she expected rejection.

He smiled at her, reaching out to tip her chin up, bringing her gaze to meet his. “Sounds perfect, sweetheart. We’ll roll around in the hotel bed for hours, me wrapped around you. Then do it again, you wrapped around me. What time do you get off?” He laughed and changed his question. “Off work. What time do you get off work? I know you’ll get off as soon as I get my grubby hands on you.” Dropping his head, he growled and playfully bit the side of her neck, drawing a laugh out of her.

“I’ll call you when I’m leaving work,” she said, sidestepping out of his arms with a smile.

***

“Did you see that little son of a bitch slipping out of the clubhouse this morning?” Hoss was
pissed,
because for the first time ever, there had been an overnight visitor in DeeDee’s suite. “What the fuck did he think he was doing, inviting himself here?”

Slate turned his head, looking over at Hoss with a crooked smile. “Yeah, saw Jase
sneakin’
out a little bit ago. What’s got your ass in a twist? She seems to like him well enough, and you told me last night you were happy with what you got out of him at Slinky’s. Second thoughts, man?”

“Motherfucker parked in the lot all night.” Hoss didn’t know why he was so angry. He talked to Jase yesterday and had ended that conversation feeling like the man would be a good match for DeeDee. Seeing how gently he treated her had gone a long ways towards settling his mind, too. In ten minutes, he had drawn a half-dozen laughs out of a woman who seldom smiled anymore. Then, seeing the morning-after evidence climbing on his fucking bike in the lot, knowing they were together…had been together, made him irate.

“Hard to park outside the lot in this area. Besides, he’s borrowing Mason’s scoot. You heard the boss same as me; he’s evaluating Jase. Man’s a friend of the club, means he gets a welcome into the clubhouse as long as there’s no private business in motion.” Slate shrugged and turned to glance up the stairs. “Seen Ruby this morning? I was thinking of taking a run.”

“Not yet. PBJ said he found her sleeping in one of the unoccupied rooms last night, made sure she was covered up, locked the door behind him. What about DeeDee?” Hoss had lost the edge of anger from
before,
but needed guidance here. His decision not to pursue the woman wasn’t sitting right, and he kept worrying at it like a dog with a bone.

Slate lowered his chin. “You know my answer, brother. We’ve had this discussion. She’s her own woman, and that makes it her own decision. She’s ours, but we respect her choices.”

“Yeah, I know. I got you, Prez. Breakfast is ready, so why don’t you go get something to eat. Last night was a little tense with Machos in our house.” He yawned.

Agreeing with a nod of his head, Slate walked towards the kitchen. Hoss’ phone rang and he looked at the display, hissing, “Fuck,” and then answered the call from a man he knew in the Detroit Highwaymen MC. After the conversation, he went
to hunt
Slate down again.

“Hey, Prez, Highwaymen reported some issues with non-patched assholes up north. You sure you don’t want a couple brothers on your six?” Mentally, he was going through the list of vertical and awake brothers already at the clubhouse. If Slate wanted company, he could roll with him, along with PBJ and a couple of the prospects.

Shaking his head, Slate said, “Nah, we won’t go far; I just want to get the cobwebs out of my head with some wind. There’s been a lot of shit rolling around for days. Things are finally starting to settle down. Want to get it out of my head for a while, and I thought Ruby could use a break too.”

Hoss nodded, and then asked, “You heard Manzino vacated?” Slate gave him a chin lift and looked a question at him. Shaking his head, Hoss said, “I don’t trust it. It was too
easy after all
the shit we went through.” Manzino was a drug dealer they had a fuckton of shit with
while
Bingo was president. The riffraff drug
dealers
had ranged closer and closer to the clubhouse and other businesses without any serious pushback from the club, setting a dangerous precedent.

When Slate had taken over as president in Fort Wayne, that pushback had been
reengaged
with a vengeance, and the club had eliminated threats within
a broad
boundary around all Rebel properties in town. Not surprisingly, Manzino had taken it personal, and in retaliation had sent dozens of his men to try to reclaim his territory, buzzing around the members like pissed off hornets. Now the man had dropped off the face of the earth, and Hoss didn’t trust it at all.

Slate agreed, “I know; I’m not
feelin’
it either. We put a
hurtin’
on his business, though, so he has to relocate in order to make his bank back. It could be as simple as that. We’ll sort that shit out over the next couple of weeks. Today, I want to take a run.”

Hoss nodded and turned away.

DeeDee found herself humming quietly as she folded and packed clothes into their bags. Jase would return to Chicago today, and while this interlude had been beyond enjoyable, it was time for her to go back to the real world. It was early morning, and she should be tired, given she never made it to sleep last night, but found herself strangely energized instead. Jase was showering, pouting because he hadn’t been able to tempt her into the shower with him…again. Shaking her head, she smiled, her hands pausing in their task for a moment.

Since she walked through the door two nights ago, they hadn’t left the room except for one brief run on the bikes so she could show him the apartment she was considering renting. He wanted to see it for himself, had loftily informed her he had to see it, because not just any place would do. Fortunately, it was in
a lovely
complex on the north side of town, convenient for shopping and close to both Slinky’s and her favorite bar,
Checkerz
.

He approved of the
apartment. Then
he shocked her by putting the deposit down right then and there, ignoring her very vocal protests. It was as if he didn’t even hear her. Frustrated, she threw her hands in the air and walked away, giving up trying to stop him.