Chapter 18
Loud pipes save lives.
-Biker Patch
Winter
“What are all y’all doing?” I asked as I came up behind the ladies that were crowded around the back window of the garage.
It overlooked an open field at the side of the property. It was used by the previous owners as grazing land for their cattle. However, now it was just a pasture that nobody used. It was there as potential land that Free could expand on if the need ever arose.
“We called you so you could witness the stupidity of our men.” Blaine said, a little peeved.
“Jack’s back? What the fuck? He couldn’t even come say hi to me first before he started working?” I asked, annoyed beyond belief.
I hadn’t seen him in nearly three days, and only spoke with him on the phone twice, for less than a minute. Was a little consideration too much to ask?
“Oh, he walked in and Elliott challenged him to a log splitting competition. Nobody else would do it with him, so Jack conceded.” Ember said laughingly.
“At least your husband didn’t come in with some smoking hot woman and leave without even saying hi.” Cheyenne fumed.
The woman in question must be the “shit” Jack said he was bringing home.
Tamping down some of my anger, I walked to the window and my eyes about fell out of my head.
Both men were wearing dark faded jeans, motorcycle boots, and nothing else. Oh, and it was only thirty four degrees out.
They were both chopping away at large pieces of logs. The pile of wood on either side of their spaces was over flowing, and it looked to me that they were both tied.
“What are the rules?” I asked, wiping discreetly at the minute amount of drool that escaped the side of my mouth.
“Whoever stops first loses.” Ember said just before she stuffed a huge handful of popcorn into her mouth.
I watched Jack’s upper body ripple. Each move and bend of his body showed off a different set of muscles in his arms and chest. Even his neck was getting into the action. Steam was rising off his body with each swing, and tracks of sweat flowed down his ridged abdomen.
His strong hands flexed as he brought the axe up high over his head, and then clamped down tight as he let it fly. His abs flexed and rippled as he tightened his core and I felt that familiar tickle down deep.
The one that said if I didn’t take my mind off what I was doing right that very second, I’d embarrass myself.
However, after another twenty minutes of watching him work, I was dying.
Slamming myself out through the side door, I nearly turned around and went back inside when I felt the cold, blistering wind. Except as I got closer, I got an even better view of his ass and back working, and my nipples tightened into tight, turgid beads that strained against the yoga top that was serving as clothes.
“Hey, Jack?” I called.
My voice sounded husky even to myself, but I couldn’t help it. The man was sex personified, and I hadn’t had anything for going on four days now.
“Yeah?” He huffed right before bringing the axe down again. Splitting the log that was before him like a twig.
“Is there any way we could, um,” I said barely containing my desperation. “Ah, you know, pause this for a second.”
“I’m kind of busy. Can’t it wait?” He asked with a grunt.
Thwack. The axe met the wood and then the two pieces fell like bowling pins on either side.
I walked a wide arc around then and started heading in the direction of our home. As soon as I got to the corner, I turned and pulled out my phone. Recording about a minute and a half of his beautiful body rippling, I shoved the phone back into my pocket and put my arms to my waist.
“Oh, Jack,” I said one more time.
He glanced up, but didn’t stop what he was doing.
“Be careful out here while I take care of myself after this little performance you inadvertently did for me. Love you.” I smiled wide and turned to leave.
Once I rounded the corner, I sprinted towards the house at a flat run and slammed the door open and shut behind me. By the time I hit the hallway, my top was gone and my shoes were kicked off. Once I got to the bed, I bent over and slid my tight yoga pants down to my calves.
Just as I balanced on one foot to remove it from my ankle, two strong hands cupped my hips, and I was pushed over the edge of the bed, ankles still bound.
“Play with fire,” Jack said with his lips against my spine. “You end up burned.”
“Oh, I’m burning alright.” I panted as his rough hands guided my body down to the bed.
My face met the mattress, and I all but came unglued. “Please.”
“I like it when you beg.” He said gruffly
The pop, pop, pop of the buttons on his jeans gave me enough time to brace before every hard inch of his cock slammed inside of me.
My orgasm tore through me, and I screamed into the mattress, clawing with both hands.
“Fuck,” He gritted out.
My channel convulsed around him.
Each plunge of his cock into my contracting slickness spurred him on. Higher and higher he went, until one climax turned into another. Each of his thrusts were emphasized by a grunt, until, finally, he met a release of his own, and poured himself into me.
He collapsed against my back and I could feel the sweat that still clung to him, both new and old.
Involuntarily, I clenched around his length and a hard slap against the outside of my thigh told me that was enough of that.
“Sorry.” I whispered with a satisfied smile on my face.
“It’s okay, baby. I just don’t think I have anything left in me after that.” He said as lifted up onto his elbows and slowly disengaged himself from me and tossed himself to the side of me.
A wet sound followed his exit and I grimaced.
I didn’t have it in me to get up right now either. It looked like we were doing some laundry later, because there was no way I could move right now.
Getting up on my knees, I crawled slowly to the middle of the bed and collapsed into a heap beside him. However, it didn’t make Jack happy that I was so far away, and he hauled me closer until I was plastered against his side.
I cuddled close and rested my head against his big bicep since the pillow was just too far away to contemplate even getting.
His large hand moved from my right hip and traveled down until he was cupping my sex. Two large fingers found a home in my core and stayed.
My heavy eyes only got heavier, and I surrendered to sleep.
***
Those same two fingers woke me from one amazing nap. Except they weren’t inside me anymore, they were running along the tattoo that covered a good portion of my thigh.
“Like it?” I croaked.
“Yeah. You’ll need to do the other side, too. Just have to wait for the scar to heal from the knife.” He rumbled.
“Who was the girl?” I asked a lot more awake this time.
“Sam’s sister.” He rumbled.
I jackknifed up to a sitting position and stared at him. “What?” I screeched.
His smile slowly overtook his face. “Yeah, she’s a spitfire, too. Hates her dad just as much as Sam does.”
“What the heck is that man’s problem? How did you find her? What’s her story?” I asked.
His fingers went to the stray curl that escaped my low pony tail, pulled it, let it go, and watched it spring up into the tight curl again. “I don’t know much. She was pretty closed mouth about everything. Only thing we really know about her is that her dad did kind of the same thing he did to you. Went to her house and told her she needed to leave. Gave her a wad of cash and brought her to us.”
“You saw him?” I asked excitedly.
I hoped that it meant he got some information on my situation. I was just about sick and tired of having people watching my every move. I’ve felt smothered ever since I’d shot and killed Ben.
His smile died on his face, and he looked at me, gauging my level of togetherness.
“Just tell me!” I burst out.
“He sent me to your sister.”
I blinked. “But you said you’d spoken to her before and that she had no clue. You said she was devastated when I’d been ‘killed.’”
I did the finger quotations when I said killed and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well she was. Only, it wasn’t just for you. Apparently, your mom was a busy woman that year. Getting a drug fix and using her body to pay for her habit. Your sister’s boyfriend had a lovely little secret and then used that secret to ensure your sister’s cooperation.”
I was beyond confused. I hadn’t thought about my mother in a very long time.
In fact, I didn’t even like the woman.
“So?”
“Your sister’s boyfriend got your mom hooked. To pay for her habit, she started to fuck Peter to get her fix. Your mom only wanted more and more, and by the time your sister found out about it, your mom was pregnant.”
My mouth fell open in shock. “What?” I hissed.
Did this mean I had a little sister or brother out there being raised by that horrible woman?
“It gets better. Peter made your sister choose. Your life or the baby’s life. Guess which one she chose?” He said staring up at the ceiling.
“The baby’s.”
“No. She chose yours. Only, Peter didn’t stick to his promise. Took you anyway. Hooked your sister on drugs. Forced them down her goddamn throat. Forced your sister to fuck him. Which, thankfully, your mom never knew about. No clue where your mother is. He still has eyes on your sister, too.”
Jack rubbed his face with his hands, as if remembering what my sister said physically pained him.
“Holy crap.”
“My sentiments exactly. Your sister doesn’t remember the night you were taken. Also doesn’t even know you’re alive.”
“Is she a good person?” I asked swiping my eyes as the tears finally spilled over.
“I think so. She was put into an impossible situation. She was with him only because of your mother. Your mother got in trouble and volunteered her daughter as payment. You. Only your sister volunteered instead. Things just escalated from there, I think.”
“Oh, my God. Poor Stormy.”
“Yeah, your old room is like a fucking shrine to you. Everything is still in the exact same place you left it.”
“God.”
“Yeah. God.” He said just before he pulled me down hard and buried his face into my hair.