A Dream of Summer (Bleeding Angels MC Book 3) (16 page)

Suzie repeats the same process as she did the night before, managing to distract the bikers guarding my room so that I can sneak out to go and meet Aimee. On the ride over I wonder if Rohypnol has any lasting effects—she must be giving these guys a serious dose to knock them out until the early morning. I know that this isn’t something she can do every night. Sooner or later someone is going to find out about her drugging the men, and when that happens, it’s not going to get pretty. All the more reason to make the most of the time I have with Aimee. Who knows how long we’re going to have to wait after tonight until we can be together again?

I think back over the events of the day, and they seem so surreal that it’s hard to believe they actually happened.

“You’re a natural, Jakey-boy,” Elvis had said after I’d finished my fifth round of target practice.

They’d given me a gun to use, but made it clear that, as a newly Patched member, I wouldn’t be getting my own for some time. There were tin cans set up on a wooden fence about twenty yards away and I had to shoot them down. The first shot I missed and the men rolled around on the floor laughing like this was the best entertainment ever. That’s when my competitive streak took over. After that, I didn’t miss.

“You sure you never done this before?” Grey, one of the older bikers looked between me and the tin cans that I’d just shot down in quick succession.

“Beginner’s luck.” I shrug, feeling strangely elated at having made an impression. I remind myself again that these men aren’t my friends. I have to repeat to myself all the terrible things that the Angels have done to this town. I think again how easy it would be to get caught up in the comradery and the power, and to forget about right and wrong.

As I pull up to the body shop, I can see that the light in my dad’s office is still on. It’s well after midnight, and I ask myself what he’s still doing there. I desperately want to talk to him, to let him know that I’m alright, but I know how dangerous that would be. The less people that know about my nightly visits to Aimee, the better. If I showed myself to my dad now, he’d do everything he could to make sure I didn’t go back to the Angels and, if that happened, Aimee and I risked losing our chance of getting them for good.

I peek through the office door that’s half-open and find my dad asleep, hunched over his desk, covered with streams of paper with scribbled figures all over them. I know he’s been going through the accounts, and from what I can make out, it doesn’t look good. “It’s alright, Dad. We’ll get it all back on track.” I whisper the words and lay my hand on his shoulder. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him up until now, when I’m right next to him, but can’t speak to him. “Sleep well.” I switch the desk lamp off and creep out of the office, closing the door softly behind me.

As I make my way up to studio, I can feel myself tingling with anticipation at the idea of seeing Aimee. So when I open the door and don’t find her there, the disappointment is like a punch to the gut. I reason to myself that she had no idea I was going to come here tonight, so I shouldn’t be surprised that she isn’t here. I figure that there’s only one other place that she’s going to be.

Sunny Side Up is winding down. I can see through the windows that there aren’t any customers left and that’s when I catch sight of Aimee. She looks so cute in her little yellow uniform and I have to resist the urge to just go inside and grab her and kiss her. If the diner is open then that means Big George is still inside and I can’t have anyone seeing me—not even a friend. Automatically, I go to the front pocket of my jeans, where my cell usually lives. But, of course, it isn’t there. That was the rule, no contact with the outside world unless the Angels okayed it.

I grab a handful of sandy grit from the road and throw it at the windows as hard as I can. I see Aimee’s head whip up instantly and I love the way that her expression lights up when she sees me waving at her in the darkness.

I don’t even have to tell her that she needs to get George out of the place. She holds up her index finger to signal that I should wait a minute and I make my way round to the back of the diner and slip inside through the store room. It’s not the first time I’ve come in this way. Sometimes Aimee would sneak me in when the diner was closed if I had a craving for their apple pie. I think back to those days and they seem so innocent compared to now.

I can overhear Aimee hustling George out of the front door as quickly as she can. “Yes, I’m sure, Big G. You look like you could use a break. It’s no trouble. Go home, put your feet up.” She sounds so bright and breezy that I wonder if she’s over-egging it a little, but George seems to be buying it.

“Alright, if you’re sure.” He sounds a little dubious. “First time I’ve been kicked out of my own place before,” he grumbles.

“See you tomorrow, George,” Aimee calls out, and I wonder if she’s actually pushing him out of the door.

“Just one thing, Aimee,” he says, and I stop myself just as I’m about to head out onto the diner floor, thinking that he’d already gone.

“Shoot!” I can hear the impatience in Aimee’s voice, but she’s trying to contain it.

“Don’t make too much of a mess in here with that young man of yours.” I smile in spite of myself at George’s words. The man must have eyes in the back of his head. Nothing gets past him.

“You got it, boss,” Aimee whispers, and I can imagine the shy smile that’s spreading over her face. “But Big G, no one can know,” she adds hurriedly and her smile has turned to fear.

“Know what?” George responds innocently. I think Aimee and I breathe a sigh of relief out in unison. I hear his footsteps go down the stairs and the ding of the bell as the door closes behind him.

“Jake?” Aimee calls out.

I walk out onto the diner floor and Aimee almost knocks me to the floor when she runs at me and takes hold of me. I do what I had been wanting to do since I saw her through the window: I take hold of her shoulders and pull her tight to me, needing to taste her. I kiss those lips that I could draw from memory and, as I do, it’s like everything falls into place. All the questions and worries that were spinning around in my head before this moment disappear and it’s just Aimee and me in the whole world.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would have been at the studio if I knew.” Her words come tumbling out and she’s breathing hard from the kiss. Her pale cheeks are flushed and her green eyes are bright, like she’s lit up from the inside.

“Unless you can read smoke signals, there weren’t a whole lot of ways to tell you,” I point out, stroking my thumb pad along her cheekbone. “We should kill the lights,” I say without looking away from her. We’re far enough into the diner that we can’t be seen from the outside but there’s no such thing as being too careful, especially in a town like Painted Rock.

Without hesitation, Aimee reaches out and flicks all the switches, plunging us into darkness. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but I don’t need to see. I know Aimee’s face, her lips, her body, as if it were my own. I know every inch of her.

“How long do we have?” she asks breathlessly as we kiss and kiss again, falling into each other. “There’s a lot I have to tell you.”

“Later,” I hold my index finger over her luscious lips. ‘First, this.” I pull her ponytail gently, tilting her head back so that I can access her neck. I love the smell of her here and I breathe her in, like I’m a junkie and she’s my drug.

Without pausing, I start unbuttoning her dress, but her hand stills mine. I look up at her questioningly and wish that I could see what was in her eyes. ‘What’s the matter?” I ask, confused. I can tell from the heat coming off of her slim body that she wants this as much as I do.

“It just… reminds me.” The words come out haltingly, almost apologetically, and she doesn’t have to say anything else. This reminds her of Ryan.

I think again at what that son of a bitch did to her and I get the urge to show him what a real man is. But that’s not important now. What’s important is Aimee, and taking away all the pain and humiliation that she felt at the hands of that psycho.

“Let me make you forget. Let me make you forget all about it.” I say the words softly, against her ear, and I feel her body relax into me.

I move to unbutton her dress again, pausing for a moment to see if she asks me to stop again. But she doesn’t; she keeps still and I know that she’s trying to put any comparison out of her mind. I unbutton her slowly, deliberately, and I hear her breathe in sharply as the cool air hits her naked skin underneath. I open the dress, slipping it over her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.

The only light comes from the streetlights outside and they make her look like she’s bathed in silver moonlight. She looks like a goddess. She is
my
goddess. I run my hands over her curves, mapping her body with my hands. I can hear her breathing quicken and she shivers in my arms.

“Cold?” I ask, my mouth inches away from hers.

“A little,” she concedes in a small voice. She sounds excited but trying to control herself.

“You won’t be for long,” I assure her, and close her mouth in a kiss. I move my hands to her hair and pull out the band that’s holding it up, letting it fall in chocolate, silky curls around her shoulders. I flick my tongue in and out of her mouth, teasing her, tasting her.

“Jake.” She moans my name against my mouth and the sound of her excitement propels my own.

I’m already so hard, I feel like I might explode. But I only want to explode inside of her. As if Aimee knows exactly what I’m thinking, her hands move down to my jeans, easing the zipper down slowly. She reaches inside and I hear her intake of breath as she touches my erection.

“Commando again—aren’t I a lucky girl?” she laughs softly against my mouth and tightens her grip on my shaft, almost making me double over in pleasure.

“What can I say? It was laundry day.” I shrug and I see her shake her head, her hair swaying as she mockingly despairs of me.

I reach around her to unhook her bra, pulling it off as quickly as I can, freeing her beautiful breasts. I run the back of my hands over them, feeling her nipples pucker and harden under my touch and I feel a matching hardness in my groin. Aimee moves her hands over my cock so perfectly, her touch takes me to another level.

“I’m so hot for you right now,” she whispers against my mouth, biting my lower lip.

I drop my hand to her panties, slipping my hands inside and cupping her wet pussy. “I can tell,” I say, and bite her back gently and she moans against me. Her sounds drive me crazy. I think she could make me come just by the noises of pleasure she makes. You’re so wet for me.” I slide my finger around her wetness. She’s slick with her own juices and the feel of her heat against my hand is unreal. I slide two fingers inside of her slickness. I massage her clit with my thumb as I move my fingers in and out of her.

“Jake, Christ. I’m going to come,” she warns me, her words out in a rush, breathless with need.

“Yes baby, yes you are, and you’re going to come hard,” I encourage her, trapping her bottom lip between my teeth and alternating soft biting with slow licks. I change the position of my hand inside her until I find her G spot and then I stroke her harder, listening to her moans as she reaches her climax, riding my fingers hard. She screams out my name, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.

I pull my fingers out of her, holding her body close to mine while she’s still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. I bring my hand, still wet from her juices, up to my mouth and taste her. She’s salty and sweet at the same time. “You’re my favorite thing to eat,” I whisper against her ear and she pulls my face to hers, kissing me hard, tasting herself on me. She moans against me—I know how much it turns her on for me to taste her. It turns me on too, more than she could imagine. I need to feel her against me, I need her soft, smooth skin against mine. I pull off my shirt impatiently and I almost come in her hand when I feel her hard nipples against my bare chest.

She pushes my jeans down, squeezing my shaft with just the right amount of pressure as she moves her hand up and down, building up a rhythm.

“I want you inside of me,” she whispers, and they’re the words that I’ve been waiting to hear. But then she completely takes me by surprise. “I want you like this,” she says, turning around and rubbing her ass against my swollen cock.