Lay It Down: Bastards MC Series Boxed Set (30 page)

We spent all of our free time adjusting to life as a living-together couple. The little things that we’d never known about the other caused some laughing arguments. He left his dirty socks all over our bedroom and never changed the toilet paper roll when it was empty. I kicked off my shoes when I walked in the door and could never remember where they were or where the cover to the toothpaste went. Getting to wake up every morning to his scruffy chin nuzzling my neck and going to sleep every night with his arms wrapped tightly around me was worth every ounce of aggravation he caused.

Saturday, we decided to have a lazy day, lounging in nothing but a pair of pajamas—him in the bottoms, me in the top—while I read and he caught up on Red Sox highlights. We cuddled together on the couch, my head on his lap, reading the same sentence over and over again and struggling to stay awake while he twirled a strand of hair around his fingers. The whole scene was so peaceful and domestic that I smiled picturing us. I was happy. Matty’s cell, forgotten in another room, rang repeatedly, but he didn’t move other than to lean over and kiss my head and tease me about falling asleep.

Will would have answered it
. The thought struck me as I hovered between reality and half sleep. He would have been up on the first ring, hurrying to find it. I opened my eyes, smiling up at the man who held me, sighing. He glanced down, a blank look on his face. When he caught me staring, he gave me his lopsided grin, eyes sparkling mischievously. The look had an instant effect on my body, and I moved slightly, intending to show him how much I wanted him.

The phone screeched again. This time, it didn’t stop after five rings. There was a brief pause, but it started right in again. Someone needed him, and they needed him now.

He sighed, kissing the top of my forehead as I sat up to let him out. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

I stretched out lazily, grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, and flipped off the TV. I snuggled back into the plush cushions for a quick nap, knowing he’d get me up when he was done. Maybe he would have a creative way to wake me. I was giggling, imagining all the imaginative ways he might get a response from me when I heard his string of curses. I sat up, feeling pity for whomever was on the other end of that call.

The porch door slammed as he made his way back inside and headed to our room. Drawers opened and shut loudly as if he was searching for something. Then he was out in the hall, head tipped, pinning the phone between his shoulder and ear, while he buckled the belt on his jeans. “What hospital?”

I perked up at his words, pushing the blanket all the way off, ready to spring into action.

“’K. I’m on my way.”

Was Sam hurt? I jumped up, practically running around the couch to step in front of him. Matty stopped short as he tucked his phone in his back pocket, looking at me as if he’d just remembered I was there.

When he didn’t offer any information, I put my hand on my hip, breathless. “Hospital? Is Sammy okay?”

He nodded quickly. His eyes got big, and he bit back whatever comment he was going to make. He ran his hands down his face, scrubbing at his whiskers. “Jesus, Joes!” He blew out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!”

He pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. He put a hand under my chin, tipping my face to his. His eyes were clouded with worry and tension, but I didn’t have time to ask as one hand slipped behind my head and he pulled me to him. Warm lips found and claimed mine in a rough touch that was full of need.

I groaned against the tongue that invaded my mouth, surprised that my hands had found their way to his back and that I was pulling him closer. He made a noise deep in his throat and moved his hands to my back, trailing them down to the hem of my shirt, down to my legs. Then he was lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved us to the couch, laying me on my back.

He moved onto me, pushing against me, and I groaned again. He was ready, his hardness straining against the denim of his jeans. His weight on me made my stomach clench, and I felt the familiar need between my legs. His mouth was everywhere, hands pulling up the light cotton of his pajama shirt I wore, an urgency in him that I didn’t understand.

“Joes,” he panted, “I need this. Now.”

I wasn’t about to deny him anything. He shifted back, weight on his knees, stretched his arms over his head, and yanked the T-shirt over his head. Before he could move back onto me, I reached out, tracing the tattoos that I knew I’d never get tired of touching. He stopped, letting me run my fingertips over the smooth flesh, pressing his bottom half against mine suggestively. I followed the inked words down to his happy trail, and I grabbed at the zipper on his jeans, struggling to get them open.

He hissed my name as he sprang free and I circled him with my hand. I didn’t have a chance to push his jeans down his hips before he grabbed both wrists. In one move, he forced them to the end of the couch above my head and buried himself in me. Letting go of my hands, he grabbed my hips, pulling me up to him as he bucked against me.

We were at a weird angle, his knees sinking into the couch so that my body was higher than his and I could only reach his arms, sinking my fingernails in as I struggled to hang on. We’d had crazy hot sex where he dominated every part of me, we’d made love so sweetly I’d wanted to cry, and we’d done the carnal need quickie.

This though was so different. I could feel the stress and worry flowing off him in waves, and he pounded into me as if it was his only salvation. Whatever he’d been told on that phone call was driving him crazy, pushing one of his demons close. I met him stroke for stroke, hoping my body would be enough to calm him.

He moved suddenly, lifting me up onto him so that he was sitting on our couch and I was straddling him. He lifted my shirt and tossed it behind him, hands moving immediately to my breasts, pinching at my nipples, nails digging into my back. I gasped, arching into his hands.

“Ride me.”

It was a low, gruff command, and I felt the rush of wet heat that surrounded him as my lower muscles clenched at the tone. He sucked in a breath, feeling the tightness as I eased onto him, pulling him all into me, and he swore. I did what I was told and started to move against him as fast as I could, the rasping sounds of pleasure he made encouraging me to keep the pace. I felt him tense and knew he was close, and I arched my back against him to take him deeper. The move brought my shoulder near his mouth, and he dug his teeth into me, fingernails raking down my back. I cried out, grabbing fistfuls of hair as he bucked under me.

He moaned then stilled, wrapping both arms around me, enveloping me. He pulled me forward and buried his head in my nape. The sad sound he made brought me out of my daze instantly.

“Do you have any fucking idea how much I love you—how much I need you?”

His arms were so tight I couldn’t move, could barely breath. “Matty?” I wheezed, unsure what was wrong. “Baby, what’s going on?”

He didn’t answer, just held me with a death grip. Finally his hold loosened, and I backed up, easing off him. We both winced as I pulled away. He didn’t attempt to cover himself, just watched me sink to my knees next to him. He reached one hand out, cupping my face. Tears glistened in his. The look on his face was not one I’d seen in a long time—not since Becky had left him. Disbelief mixed with fear.
What in the hell happened?

28

It was a hot August day, probably high nineties in the sun. But I sat on our sun porch, covered in a blanket and clutching a steaming hot cup of tea that I probably would never drink. The house was quiet, too quiet, and I missed Matty with every ounce of me. I just couldn’t get warm.

I kept picturing the beautiful young kid who had been so nice to me in Boston and the glow he’d had when he talked about Ellie. A sob escaped me as I thought about the innocent young woman in the pictures. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the scene Matty had described, and I forced them back open, trying to think of anything else.

I didn’t know when he’d be back. He hadn’t known if it would be today, tonight, or even tomorrow. I didn’t want to think of what could happen to him. I bit my lip, shaking my head. Nothing would happen. He was going down to support his friends, to get answers, that’s it. But I knew that wasn’t true. I knew when he left, the way he kissed me, the way he’d called Sam and told him he loved him, that he was going down to be stupid.

“They attacked them, Joes. Fuckin’ jumped them while they were taking a walk by the rivah in a nice part of town!” His hands had fisted, jaw clenched as he said the next words. “They hurt didn’t just hurt one of us, Joes. Ellie was a nice girl, with her whole future ahead of her.”

No one knew who the “they” were. That was part of the problem. An unknown enemy. That fact terrified them all.

Ian had taken Ellie out last night for a romantic dinner and a moonlit summer walk when they’d been mugged. Or at least, that’s what they’d thought it was. Until five or six men beat on Ian then held him while they hurt Ellie. He hadn’t been wearing anything that told the world he was a Bastard, but my gut told me that it didn’t matter. Matty told me he didn’t know how badly Ellie was hurt, but I felt as though he was holding something back. She was in the hospital and would recover from her injuries.

But Ian was never going to be the same. They’d released him from the hospital early this morning, and he’d headed right to Rocker’s. The rest of them were taking it just as hard as he was.

I had wanted to go with Matty, to support his friends that I’d become attached to. But Matty flat-out refused. He said he didn’t know what he was walking into down there, but I could sense his hesitation. There was something else, something I didn’t understand. He’d promised he’d call me when he had news, told me to call a friend, then kissed me hard, telling me he loved me.

I shivered and sighed, looking out the window into the back lawn, wishing the kids were here and laughing and playing. It really was too quiet. The thought surprised me. For someone like me, quiet was good. No, quiet had been good. Before Matty came barging in like the Thanksgiving Day parade with all his chaos.

Never a dull minute with my Greek God. I laughed as my mind connected something it never had before. Itus, the Greek God of protection. That was my Matty.

A knock on the door brought me back to reality. I’d called Teagan, needing to scare away the quiet and because I needed a distraction. I put my forgotten tea on the table and walked to the kitchen.

I stopped short when I saw the beautiful blonde at the door.
What the fuck is she doing here?
I opened the door, eyebrows raised, feeling seriously underdressed in my yoga pants and tank top. I took a deep breath and smiled.

“Where’s Matt?” she demanded without smiling back.

“Not here.” I was being rude but couldn’t stop myself.

She raised her left hand, patting the top of her head, the giant ring on her hand reflecting the sun. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to show the shock I felt at seeing her still wearing the one thing that told the world she was Matty’s, and even more not to smack the smug look off her face when she realized I’d seen it.

“Oh!” She pouted. “Well, I never had a chance to call him back last night. It seemed important”—she lowered her voice in a conspiratorial whisper—“but part of me assumed it was just another booty call, so I thought I’d make him sweat a little.”

My stomach knotted at her words.

She winked at me, looked around the kitchen, and shrugged. “I can wait.”

I took a step toward her, trying to close off the entrance. “He won’t be back for a while, so I’ll just tell him you stopped by.”

She smirked, arching an eyebrow. “Does he know you’re here waiting for him?”

I smiled at that. “Yeah. I live here now.”

The news didn’t appear to bother her at all. “I told him he’d need a roommate once I moved out.”

I was about to inform the smug little bitch that I was Matty’s girlfriend when she turned and bounced down the stairs.

She turned at the bottom, lifting sunglasses to her eyes. “Don’t get too comfy, Joey. From the way Matty was talking yesterday, I’ll be back before the weekend is over. And we don’t need a roommate. Three’s a crowd and all that…”

I was rooted to the spot, watching her get in her little car and drive away. Suddenly every doubt I had about us, from Taylor’s claim on him, to Will’s stupid packet of secrets, to everything I’d learned in Boston, came flooding to the surface. I sat down, frustrated, my thoughts whirling. I dialed his cell, wanting only to hear his voice. Only Matty could make all this bullshit worth it.