Behind the Hood (Behind the Lives) (14 page)

Nike stepped into the bathtub and turned on the shower, wincing as the water hit his head.

“
Scratch” my arse
, Jess thought.

While Nike washed his hair, Jess rifled through the cupboard above the mirror, looking for plasters and antiseptic cream. After finding what she needed, she popped the packets next to the sink and turned back to Nike.

Her gaze fell to his hands as he lathered his chest and stomach. Nike mumbled something. She glanced up at his annoyed expression. He probably thought she was going to tell him off. Yeah, she wanted to, but his body was distracting her.

The soap slipped out of his hands. Her eyes locked onto his butt as he bent over to scoop it up.

He straightened up, giving her a sidelong glance. “Will ya stop bloody givin’ me the evils?”

“I wasn’t.”

Feeling overheated and needing a distraction, she opened the door. Steam escaped the room, intermingling with the cold air from the passage. Why did he have to hurt Sledge? Nike had a family now; he needed to start thinking about the consequences and reign in his damn temper.

“What didja do to Sledge?”

“Smacked his face in, but his bro wuz doin’ a whole lot worse when I left.”

“You’re kidding me?” Why would his brother do that?”

“He’s extremely pissed that Sledge wuz involved.”

“So, didja...” Her words petered out as she watched him clean his cock. She cleared her throat. “Didja find out what ya wanted?”

“Yup.” He turned off the shower and stepped out of the bathtub, giving her a look that said, “Yeah, baby, I know what you want.”

She quickly turned around, and opened the packet of plasters.

His hands slipped under her sweater.

“Stop that. You’re wet.” She yanked them out, and faced him. “Dry yourself so I can check your head.”

“I bet you’re wet too.” He cocked his head to one side. “Take off your clothes.”

“No.” She smacked his hands as he tried to lift her sweater. “Dinner’s ready, and your head needs fixing.”

“It’s fine, but my cock needs sumpthin’ wrapped around it. I’m not fussy, you choose. Hand, pussy, mouth, or—”

“Don’t cha dare say it, you ain’t gettin’ it.”

“Okay, then pick one.” He moved her up against the vanity. “Or do ya want me to repay you for last night?”

“No, turn your head so I can put a plaster on.”

With a wide grin, he grabbed his cock and moved his fingers around its head. “Like this?”

Unable to keep a stern expression anymore, she started laughing. “Stop it, Nike.” She smacked his arm.

He leaned forward and kissed her, pressing his erection against her stomach. She grabbed his butt, and returned the kiss. His hands moved down her body, quickly relieving her of her jeans and knickers.

She wiggled about as he started playing with her clit. “Ooh, baby, that’s too intense.”

He dropped to his knees and spread her legs, his tongue taking over from his fingers. Jess clutched the vanity, the build up getting stronger as he continued to spear her. She gasped and grabbed his head. He let out a yelp.

“Shit. Sorry,” she said, realising she touched his injury.

“No worries.”

She relaxed and closed her eyes as he started up again. Moans escaped her mouth as he worked her. His hands moved to her arse and he pushed his face hard into her. She grabbed his shoulders.
Oh God, oh God…

He pulled away. Her eyes shot open.

Nike smiled up at her. “You sure you don’t wanna put a plaster on my head?”

“No. I’ll do it later.” She pulled on his shoulders.

He stood up and brushed against her body, his smile widening as he stepped back. “We better stop and have dinner.”

Jess could see that he was trying not to laugh. She had warned him what she’d do the next time he tried to play her.

She grabbed his balls. “You’re a pussy tease, Nike.”

His eyes widened. “Ow! Nails!”

“Shit, I’m sorry.” She slackened her grip and massaged them.

He smacked her hand away.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. You don’t hafta get so shitty ‘bout it.”

“It wuzn’t your nuts gettin’ pierced. Go lie on the bed.”

As she turned he smacked her arse, causing her to squeal. “And don’t do that again,” he said.

She rubbed her butt and walked off, muttering, “Cunt,” under her breath as he followed her into the bedroom.

Jess pulled off her sweater and lay down on the bed, wondering whether she should tell him to go stick it up his arse. It wasn’t like she hurt him on purpose, and he damn well knew she hated her arse being smacked, yet he still did it ... and bloody hard!

“Get a condom,” she grumbled.

He shook his head and crawled up over her. As if he would have listened anyway. He hated rubbers and usually refused to wear them, but she couldn’t use contraceptives because of breastfeeding.

“Come on, Nike, we hafta—”

He yanked her bra up and latched his mouth onto a breast.

She arched her back. “Yeesss.”

Within seconds he lifted his head. “Blah ... bloody breast-milk.”

Jess giggled. He looked so funny with his nose screwed up and his tongue sticking out.

He pushed up onto his knees, then groaned as she fisted his shaft, his expression changing in a heartbeat. “Oh, yeah… Keep doin’ that, babe.” He sucked in a breath then let it out with a hiss as she tightened her grip.

Fuck condoms, she wanted him raw. Jess guided him inside.

Nike lifted her legs to his shoulders and started to pump her. “You feel so good, Jess.” His eyes glazed over as he picked up speed.

She gripped onto his shoulders. His muscles were tense and his skin damp from the shower. He stopped for a quick kiss, then started up again.

“Harder, Nike.” Jess gasped as he hit her just right. “Again.”

Crying came from the lounge.

“
Nooo…
Not now, Jakey!” she yelled. “Just one more minute.”

Nike picked up speed, his thrusts now urgent.

The crying continued, getting louder by the second. Jess tried to block it out, but failed miserably. “Nike—”

Nike mumbled an apology then let out a hoarse cry. He flopped on top of her, his breathing heavy. After a moment he withdrew and got up.

“I’ll deal with Jakey.” He wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed out of the room.

Annoyed with Jake’s timing, Jess jumped out of bed. A sudden feeling of wooziness hit her. She swayed on her feet then fell back onto the mattress, and blanked out.

Once she came to, she sat up and wiped her face. “What the fuck was that?”

“What the fuck wuz what?” Nike was standing in the doorway with a concerned expression, and Jake in his arms.

Jess stared at him for a moment, surprised that she’d passed out.

“You alright?” he asked.

“I just...” she stopped, not wanting to worry him.
It’s probably my own fault.
I should’ve eaten more.
As if on cue, her stomach growled. “I’m fine. Just gimme five minutes, and I’ll be out.”

She waited until he left, then stood up. Relieved that she didn’t feel faint, she headed for the shower. Her stomach grumbled again as she stepped into the bathtub. Yeah, there was nothing to be worried about, she just needed some food.

18

Tama

Tama dug his knife into the wooden coffee table, carving Jess’s name. Why did all the ugly chicks, except for Leila, like him? Why couldn’t he have a hot chick like Jess? He was good looking.

He wondered what Jess was doing right now. Probably eating dinner with her drug running husband. He bet his balls that Jess didn’t know what Nike was up to. She was too sweet. Well, he was definitely going to tell her, then maybe she’d leave the prick.

After finishing the last
S
,
he downed the rest of the beer, belched, then pushed off the couch and headed for the fridge. Beer, pizza, and nothing much else lined the shelves. Tama rifled through the pizza box and pulled out a couple of slices. He added a six-pack to his stash and went back into the lounge, dumping the beer onto the coffee table.
Cold pizza, yum,
he thought as he jammed it into his mouth.

Headlights lit up the spew green curtains, followed by the rumble of an engine. Concerned that it could be the pigs, Tama threw the pizza onto the coffee table and ran over to the window. He pulled back the curtain a fraction. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Jayden’s van parked in the driveway. He’d been dreading dealing with Jayden since he’d left the hospital. Oh, he was going to smash the fucker up alright, but it didn’t mean he’d enjoy it.

The interior lights went on in the van. Annie was in the driver’s seat and Lil Jay in the back. What the fuck was Jayden still doing with her? He growled as Jayden leaned over and kissed Annie. The fucking hypocrite!

Tama pulled out his knife and flicked it open, staring at the blade for a moment. Bugger it. Although the bastard deserved it, he couldn’t cut him. Jayden was too much like a brother. He closed the knife and shoved it back into his pocket.

But there was no way he’d take it easy on the prick. He just hoped that Annie and Lil Jay stayed in the van. He didn’t want the kid seeing his dad get hurt, and Annie would also try to stop him. Even though she was a Daniels, he didn’t want to hurt her. He’d always thought she was a sweet girl, but way too dumb for his taste. The stupidest things would come out of her mouth, along with a goddamn awful whiny twang served up with a side order of religious claptrap.

Footsteps clomped against the pavement and up the steps. Tama sidled up to the door. It clicked opened and Jayden stepped inside. Tama pushed it shut and turned the lock.

Jayden jumped. He started backing up, panic written across his face.

Tama sneered. “Why ya lookin’ at me like that for?”

Jayden shook his head as he edged towards the back door. He wore a striped jumper, jeans, and a bandage around his head. Cuts crisscrossed his face, while his eyes were black and blue, matching his clothing.

It didn’t matter to Tama. He wouldn’t risk belting Jayden’s head anyway, but any other body part would do just fine. Busted ribs hurt like holy hell, and he should know, Nike did two with a baseball bat.

Jayden continued to back away. “I didn’t mean to...”

“You didn’t mean to, what?” Tama asked, walking towards him.

Jayden bumped into the table. “She ... you and Nike...”

Tama’s muscles tensed. Before he pounded Jayden he needed to know one thing. “What happened to your face?”

Jayden moved around the table, getting closer to the back door. “Annie’s father smacked me over.”

Tama felt his cheeks redden. He was no longer angry, he was fucking furious. He had hoped that Leila had done the damage to Jayden’s head—that the fight wasn’t one sided—but he had been fooling himself. Oh, he was going to hurt the bastard alright, and by Jayden’s expression his mate knew it too.

Jayden turned and lunged for the back door just as Tama launched at him.

19

Annie

Lil Jay giggled in the back seat of the van as Annie pulled funny faces to keep him amused. Other than the thick mop of hair he’d gotten from his father, Lil Jay looked just like she had at the same age, with his small nose and dimples.