Bikers And Tinsel (MC Sinners # 3.5) (8 page)

“Oh, God, I...I...” I clench my eyes shut as the first jerk of pleasure bursts inside me. “B...B...Brian!” I scream. “Oh God, Brian!”

“Fuck, yes, fuck, say it again,” he growls, thrusting so hard I feel my hands trembling.

“Brian, oh, fuck me harder.”

He slams his hips harder, and I hear his hiss of air as he begins to come, pulsing deep and fast inside me. His last thrust is deep and hard, and my hands finally give way. I try to stop myself, but I face plant the floor before I can. I cry out in pain as my nose crushes onto the floor. Blood spurts out, and I whimper. Muff curses, and gently lowers my legs before dropping to his knees beside me. I feel the warmth of his release trickle down my thigh.

“Shit, Jaybird, baby...”

I turn and look up at him, all disheveled and gorgeous, and I burst out laughing. Blood fills my mouth but I continue chuckling. His eyes widen, and he reaches for his shirt, pressing it against my nose.

“Jaybird, are you...why are you laughing?”

I laugh louder, and then cry out in pain as the movement causes my nose to throb. “You broke my nose...while we were fucking.” I pant, in between laughs and cries.

Muff stares blankly at me, and then bursts out laughing. “Fuck, Jaybird. Come on, we need to get that looked at.”

“Oh God,” I sob, hiccupping loudly.

Muff gets to his feet, bringing me up with him. He quickly dresses, and then helps me put my pants on before rushing to the freezer to get me some ice.

“Come on, it’s time to head to the hospital,” he says, stroking some hair from my eyes. “Shit, Jaybird, I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” I rasp, as the pain starts to intensify.

“It was. I was fucking you like a maniac.”

“I...like your maniac.”

He shakes his head, and leans forward, pressing a kiss to my head. “Come on, let’s get you looked at.”

Well, this should be interesting.

Chapter 8

So this is Christmas!

Janine

“What the fuck happened?” Spike says when we walk into the hospital.

“Um, she, hurt her nose,” Muff grunts.

“It’s a sex injury,” I mutter.

Spike’s eyes widen. “Do share,” he breathes.

“Fuck up, Spike,” Muff snaps.

“Chill dude, she started it. Coulda said she ran into a wall,” he grunts, turning and sitting down.

Jackson grins at us, and I know he’s trying to smother a laugh. Asshole. The girls are in the cafeteria, so at least I get to pass them without shame.
For now
. We head down the halls to the patient room and are greeted by a young, busty nurse.

“Muff!” She smiles, rushing over and throwing her arms around Muff.

Okay then.

“Hey Gloria, long time no see,” Muff says, grinning down at her.

She flicks her hair. “God, I’ve missed you. I haven’t seen you around the bar.”

“I’ve been busy,” he explains.

She pouts and crosses her arms. “Don’t be a stranger. I miss our...chats.”

Jesus.

Muff smiles at her again, and then turns to me. “This is my girlfriend, Janine. She...hurt her nose.”

Girlfriend.

He called me his girlfriend.

My heart flutters.

Gloria’s eyebrows shoot up, and she turns to me. “Oh, that doesn’t sound good. Can I take a look?”

“If you have to,” I whisper.

Muff shakes his head, grinning at me. “She does. Come on, Jaybird, sit down.”

Gloria leads us into a room and sits me on the bed. Then she’s in front of me, poking her big breasts in my face. I hate when that happens. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on something else as Gloria removes Muff’s shirt and inspects my nose. She moves it. I cry out, and she declares it’s fractured and hands me a fresh ice pack.

“There’s not much we can do for a nasal fracture, except give you some good painkillers and wait for it to heal. I’ll strap it as best I can, just to try and relieve some pain for you.”

I groan, and open my eyes to see her step back and wink at Muff. Isn’t that like...not allowed? She announces she’s going to get something to strap it, and leaves the room. I turn to Muff.

“Have you boned everyone in this town?”

He chuckles, and stands, walking over and sitting beside me. “Baby, jealously suits you.”

“I thought it was meant to be that it doesn’t suit me...”

He grins, kissing my lips softly. “But it does suit you. Makes you darn cute.”

“You broke my nose fucking me, and the nurse fixing me has fucked you before...that’s just mean.”

He laughs, and grips my hair, tugging it softly. “I haven’t fucked her, and I didn’t mean to break your nose.”

“You haven’t?” I squeak.

“No, baby, I haven’t. I won’t say there wasn’t some...fondling one night, but we mostly talked.”

“Ew,” I say.

He laughs again, and pulls me into his arms, gently pressing my face to his chest. I sigh and close my eyes. They feel like they’re swollen. “You won’t want to fuck me again when you see me tomorrow.”

“You’re gorgeous, Jaybird. Even if you have a busted up nose.”

I giggle.

“Here we are,” Gloria says, coming back into the room. I sit up, and see her expression is far less cheerful now she’s seen Muff and I cuddling. Get over it, lady. Go find someone else to ‘fondle.’

She patches up my nose, gives me some painkillers, looks longingly at Muff and then we’re on our way. While we’re here, I want to check up on Addi. We head down the hall to where everyone is waiting, and see Cade is standing with them. My heart speeds up. Maybe he has news. We join the group, and Ciara’s eyes widen when she sees me.

“What the fuck happened to you?” She gasps.

Everyone turns to look at me. Can anyone say awkward?

“It’s a long story,” I say. “Cade, is Addi okay?”

Cade smiles down at me. “We just did a scan. The baby’s heartbeat is strong and everything seems okay. They’re not sure why she was bleeding, but they’re looking into it. For now, though, the baby is ok.”

“That’s wonderful,” I breathe.

“The doctor said it’s a miracle that baby is hanging on,” Cade says, his voice tired. “But that baby is part of me. That, and maybe there is a little bit of Christmas in the air. It must make for some luck.”

I smile. “A Christmas miracle.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I fuckin’ hope so.”

~*~*~*~

Janine

“S
o, you were having sex and you fell on your face?” Addison says later that night when we’re visiting her in her room. She looks tired, her eyes have dark rings under them and her face is a little puffy, but she has some hope in her eyes and she’s smiling, so that’s something.

“Never mind me, how are you?” I say, waving a hand.

“Uh, no, I want this story.” She pouts.

“Me too,” Ciara says, shifting her chair closer with an enthusiastic look on her face.

“Oh, me three,” Serenity adds from the end of Addi’s bed.

“Okay,” I sigh. “We were in an odd position.”

“Elaborate,” Addison encourages.

“He was holding me like a wheelbarrow.”

The girls are silent a moment, all of them deep in concentration like they’re picturing it in their heads.

“Oh, damn,” Ciara says, grinning.

“I can’t picture it,” Serenity pouts.

“Google it,” Addison suggests.

Serenity pulls out her phone while I slowly die in shame. She types something in and then her eyes widen. “Oh...wow!”

“Yeah,” I groan.

“So...he dropped you?” Ciara says, her expression concerned.

“No, when we were...um...enjoying the last moment...my hands gave way, and I couldn’t catch myself. I face planted the floor.”

Serenity bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious!”

“It wasn’t at the time.” I sigh, feeling my head begin to pound.

“You look like crap, honey,” Addison says, fighting back a smile.

“Sorry, big day.”

Her smile fades. “Cade told me that there was a note left for you.”

Her eyes are sympathetic. I hate that. I hate sympathy. I don’t need it. I can deal with this. I
will
deal with this. I’m not going to get run off by a dropkick who has issues with my dead husband.

“Honey,” she says, reaching over and gripping my hand. “You’re looking really angry right now.”

“I am angry, Addi,” I say, meeting her gaze. “Because of my dead husband, I now have debts I can’t afford, and the only way out of them is to either a) pay them, or b) have the guys deal with it, which either results in them getting hurt or someone getting killed.”

“They know what they’re doing, hon,” Serenity says.

“I know, but it’s not their problem, it’s mine.”

“It is their problem. The moment you become one of their ladies, everything becomes their problem. You need to let Muff do what he needs to do and just trust he knows what’s right,” Ciara adds gently.

I put my head in my hands. “I know that, okay? I do, but it’s hard for me to just step back and let him take over.”

“It’ll get easier.” Addison sighs. “Trust me.”

“You girls ready to go?” Spike says, popping his head into the room. “Visiting hours are over, and precious needs some rest.”

Addison smiles at him, and he winks at her. Ciara gets up, and Serenity and I quickly follow. We all hug Addison.

“Thanks for coming. I appreciate everything you girls have done for me,” she says, holding Ciara’s hand.

“Always.” I smile.

“Forever,” Serenity adds.

“I can’t beat that.” Ciara laughs. “But, you know, I’ve always got your back.”

We hug Addi again and head out. My head is pounding by the time I get outside. As soon as Muff walks over to me, I fall into him, nestling into his chest, just wanting his comfort.

“Come on, Jaybird. Let’s get you home.”

I let him lead me to the truck, and crash before he even gets the chance to get onto the highway.

I’m exhausted.

Chapter 9

Gloooooria!

Muff

“We located him, Muff,” Jackson says, walking into my house the next morning.

I’m shuffling around the kitchen, looking for coffee. Janine is still sleeping after having an extremely painful night. At Jackson’s words though, I stop. “Where?”

“Warehouse, south of here. We managed to get enough information to figure out who that bastard owed money to. After a few questions, we worked out he was after J for money. We’re ready to go, if you decide you wanna deal with this now.”

I turn, walking out into the living area to get my jacket. I pull it over my shoulders, throw my boots on and grab my helmet. “You know I wanna fuckin’ deal with it now.”

“Where’s J?”

“She’s sleepin’. Rough night.”

Jackson nods, and jingles his keys. “Ready to sort this shit out?”

“Fuckin’ oath.”

“Where are you going?”

I hear the tiny voice from behind me, and turn to see Jaybird, hair ruffled, cute-ass pink pajamas on, staring at me. I walk over, gripping her shoulders and leaning down, kissing her softly. Her eyes are black, her nose is puffy, and I know she feels like shit. Poor thing. I wouldn’t have gotten so...creative, if I’d known it would bring her harm.

“I’m goin’ to sort this shit out. Stay here.”

Her eyes widen. “Y...y...you found him? Already?”

“We ain’t slow, baby. It doesn’t take long to track down someone like that.”

“W...w...what are you going to do?”

I stroke her cheek. “Club business, baby. You just stay here.”

“Muff...you don’t have to do this for me,” she whispers.

I take her chin. “When are you goin’ to realize that you’re my everything, Jaybird? I won’t rest until I know you’re safe. That’s what you do when someone is your everything.”

“I know, but...”

“Hush,” I say, giving her stern eyes. “You know that I gotta do this.”

“Are you in danger?”

I shake my head. “Naw, the guys have always got my back. You know that, angel.”

She swallows and nods, because she does know that. If there’s one thing she knows, it’s how clubs work. “Please...be careful.”

I lean down, kissing her lips. “Always.”

I turn, giving her one last smile before heading out with Jackson.

It’s time to kick some ass.

~*~*~*~

Muff

“F
ucker is dumb as dog shit,” Spike says, rubbing his fists. “Left a fuckin’ trail a mile long.”

“Well, it’s time to sort him out so we can focus on fuckin’ Christmas,” I grunt.

“I’m hearin’ ya,” Cade says, lighting a cigarette.

“How are we gonna play this?” Jackson asks, lifting his sunglasses and staring into the warehouse.

“I say we threaten him, give him something to fear. Tell him to back down. If he doesn’t wanna back down, you know what we’ll do,” I say, thumbing the gun in my pants.

“Fine by me,” Spike growls. “Let’s do this.”

We kick the fence, three times, and it swings open. We all stride in, shades on, jackets showing, ready to beat someone. Three guys come out the front door of the huge shed out front, and yell something at us. Jackson steps forward. “Lookin’ for Harry,” he says, his tone harsh.

“He’s not here,” one of the guys yells.

“Funny that,” Jackson says, pulling his gun out and holding it up. We do the same. “I heard he was.”

The men move quickly, putting their hands up and calling out to heir boss. A moment later, an older man with greying hair and tattoos all over him walks out. He stares at us, and his body visibly stiffens.

“Can I help you?” he mutters, walking closer.

“Yeah, I believe you can,” Jackson growls. “I believe you’ve been threatening one of our ladies.”

The old man shakes his head. “Don’t know what you’re fuckin’ talkin’ about.”

I walk forward, shoving the note in the son-of-a-bitch’s face. I want to beat him until he’s bleeding, but there’s a way of dealing with this shit, and that ain’t it. Not right now anyway.

“What do you call that then?” I growl.

He stares down at the note, and back up at us. “Since when is that bitch with you boys? You know she’s married to a fuckin’ biker.”

“A biker we ended,” Jackson growls.

He shifts a little nervously. “Yeah, well he owes me money.”

“He’s fuckin’ dead,” I bark.