Blazing Hot Bad Boys Boxed Set - A MC Romance Bundle (68 page)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

She opened the window to tell them that Jason was in there, he was probably okay, but that he needed medical attention. She opened the door with the gun in her hand, though not drawn. A shot sailed into the house and winged her. She dropped her weapon and it went off; fortunately it didn’t hit anyone outside. She fell and evaded a second round. Had she not dropped, they later determined she would have died.

Jason had the wherewithal to shout, “Hold your fire!”

Upon his words, they rushed into the house, all but trampling over Blanche. In his slurred speech, he explained that she had rescued him, but their reception of her was complete ice. They humanely attended to her. Dana hefted her body over his shoulder, not to ease her burden, but because he wasn’t patient enough to guide her through the woods. A squad of club members secured the route as they made it to the main road where emergency response could access them.

Blanche was bleeding pretty heavily even though Dana had performed first aid on her. After the stress of the situation, she was hard-pressed to stay conscious. Her arm was killing her. Still, she used every ounce of her awareness to determine whether or not Jason was okay. She did hear that they couldn’t give him anything at all until they figured out what the Norte Mexicali had injected him with. Dana made a point of riding with her in the ambulance. They were going to Los Angeles, that much she knew. She could feel the sheriff's cold hard stare press into her spirit. Blanche finally passed out.

The mercy of slipping into unconsciousness was that she got to dream. It seemed the most time she spent with Jason was in her imagination. As she peeked out of an eyelid every once in a while to check out the EMTs, she could swear she was seeing Jason in uniform, riding with her in the ambulance. She smiled. "I'm so in love with you," she professed.

She heard Dana say, "I think she thinks you're Jason, man. Tell her you hate her and you want nothing to do with her."

The pain in Blanche's body and spirit were immense. "I can hear you say that," she said. Dana reached over and pressed her arm. Blanche screamed.

"Hey," the EMT protested.

"She brought this shit here. I didn't hurt her."

"I am not going sit here and let you do that to a patient of mine."

"She's a prisoner of mine and as soon as she gets the all-clear, I am arresting her. She's a murderer."

"The way I heard it, she saved Jason's life. Maybe if you had had the balls to take care of that menace-"

Dana rushed the EMT and didn't let him finish that sentence. They tussled and crashed into Blanche. The driver pulled over to the side. Perhaps the largest of the Seven Devils opened up the doors of the ambulance that he had been driving.

"What the fuck's going on back here?" He stared at Dana. "You ride up front with me."

Blanche ventured another peek at the EMT. It was Jason and as he smiled back at her, it was all better. She was reassured. She fell asleep and gave into her dreams, which were fevered. The EMT Jason transformed and he was now long-haired in the dress of her ancient people, long before the Spanish mixed with them.

She was a nearly naked princess on the cool earth floor of their dwelling. Her graceful, exquisite body was strung with fine turquoise-colored beading, but she was bare chested. She saw herself looking down at her body, calm and trusting. Her breasts were sweet and perky. Her pale-skinned nipples were relaxed. Jason was her husband, her conqueror, her master, blowing healing smoke towards her, placing a large, powerful brown hand on her flat abdomen. Jason made an awesome-looking warrior. Her chief.

His chest was bare, as well. The powerful definition of his muscles - shoulders, chest, the cut of his stomach - erupted from his body like the San Gabriel Mountains. The proud features of his face, his serious steely eyes that were softened with the suggestion of mischief, the perfect rise of his nose, and the ultra-lusciousness of his mouth, gazed upon her, letting her know he was in charge. She was in his care.

In her fevered dream, the smoke was working on her. She was high and horny. It worked on her head, but it went straight between her legs. She ached and needed him. He had to know.

He took a stone from a small tidy pile to the side of them and placed it between her breasts. It was nicely warm. He placed another slightly down and continued making a row of them towards her thighs. The heat sent lascivious waves throughout her lower body and she was ripe with arousal.

He parted her legs and placed a warmed stone at the apex of her entrance, on her clit, and then one slightly in the opening. He moved the rock on her tiny swollen nub of bliss in small, pressured circles. Any self-consciousness she had about pleasured this way vanished as she felt her body click and she was well on her way towards a luscious orgasm. The warmth of the stone partially inside of her made for intense, unspeakable sensations.

The combination of temperature, shape, and weight with Blanche's overwhelming attraction for Jason delivered perhaps her most unforgettable climax. Part of her knew this was just some weird hallucination and yet this was real. She could feel every speck of sensation electrify her from her head to her toes. She could feel her clit pulse and reverberate down through the channels of her entrance. She was soaked with ecstasy.

Her chief came round and stood between her legs hot with pleasure and the warmth of the tools that he had used, and he penetrated her. Blanche's eyes fluttered as she struggled to comprehend the wondrous feeling of his huge cock inside her. He pumped her steadily, her breasts bobbling against his rhythm as he held her gaze steady. She looked away for a second, as she got lost in the erotic plane he cast her on.

"Look at me," he commanded. And she struggled in her wavering consciousness to obey. He was such a beautiful man. The look on his face as he drove into her unforgettable. "Come for me again," he said. "Come with me inside you."

Her head thrashed to and fro, that much more turned on with just a hint of graphic talk. It was her guilty secret to take pleasure in dirty talk. His was such a honeyed voice; it was all the more erotic.

She reached between them and brought her waning orgasm back to life. Her flesh clenched against his in a furious frenzy. He cried out, as if in battle with passion and possession.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Blanche slept. She spent untold time in blackness. Then she came to with her uninjured arm cuffed to a cot in the Gold Creek jail.

"She's awake," she heard Jason say.

She lifted her eyes cautiously. His facial injuries were fading, but still obvious. The purple around his eye looked like a war mask, but he was not the warm and reassuring man who had found his way into the ambulance to hold her hand.

“What’s going on?” she managed to say. Her shoulder that had been hurt before the big blow up was super painful now. Unfortunately, it was attached at the arm and cuffed to the bed. The casted arm was horrendously sore. She hurt, inside and out.

“What’s going on, El Salvador, is you are under arrest for the death of one Hortensio Jiminez, a.k.a. Hawk, and conspiracy to commit murder, against namely me,” Jason replied. “I have to tell you, I don’t know what to do with my anger looking at all the documentation against you. I know you said you never killed before, but I don’t think poor Hawk had a chance. I know I for sure didn’t.”

“Poor Hawk?” she tried to bolt upright but was soundly reminded of her limitation. She cried at the torturous pain that vibrated through her. When she could finally speak, she said, ”May I remind you he walked you into a trap that almost cost you your life.”

“Which you helped bait. I mean you were sticking it in my face the entire time I knew you. You look so sweet and innocent. Who could resist?” His words were completely void of feeling.

“I want you to know that if I could applaud for you for finding a way to hurt me more than I am at this moment, I would. You are breaking my heart right now. I want you to be completely satisfied at a job well done.” Blanche wanted to throw up.

“Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for you? Are you trying to flip this around?” he scoffed.

“No. I am not. I came here to kill you. There is no way around that. For the record, you fucked me after you knew I was El Salvador. And as I said, there is more than one of us. They recruit a bunch of people so that no one quite knows what to look for, but I gave that up and I vowed to defend Gold Creek. I went to Hawk to distract him from you. From Gold Creek. I killed him to save you!” she pleaded.

“Something that would not have needed doing if it hadn’t been for you,” he responded coldly.

“Got it. Now leave,” she said. Her temperature was up and she was uncomfortable. She would just wait for sleep.

Jason hovered over her so that their faces were but a breath apart. “I am in charge. I think I read somewhere that you hated that. That the fact that I played by the rules irked you the most. Well here I am to irk you. Dana has had a lot to contend with thanks to the Norte Mexicali and you. In case you didn’t know, the biker whose bike Hawk sabotaged was Dana’s cousin.”

“Was?” Blanche choked. “I thought he was stable?”

“He is, but he’s not quite right. He hit his head in the fall. He’s scrambled. Dana is taking time off to regroup.” Jason was almost civilized to her.

“I am sorry about all of it,” she said.

He responded with total ice. “I don’t care. Now,” he said unlocking her cuff, “up. It is time to shit, shower, and shave, as they say.”

“I want a lady deputy,” Blanche scowled.

“No,” he answered shortly.

“Then I can tell you those charges aren’t going to stick. No jury in the world will convict me when they find out the acting sheriff refused me inappropriately.” She struggled to even sit upright and cried out; it was that excruciating.

“Fine,” Jason complained. “I will get you a nurse.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

They ended up draping a curtain around the holding cell and allowed a nurse to give her a sponge bath to change the dressing on her arm. When it was all done, she could see the interest in Jason’s face was more than a passing interest; he was concerned. Before leaving, the nurse had already taken her vitals and reported that Blanche was running a slight temperature. If it got higher, she would have to be re-admitted to the hospital.

“Don’t hesitate,” the nurse warned. “It’s kind of a drive into L.A.”

“I am not sure how,” Jason scoffed, “but you are probably faking that fever.” He shook out the thermometer.

“She just took it,” said Blanche of her temperature and pulled away.

“Open your mouth,” he scowled. She obeyed. He pressed his palm to her forehead to feel. His hand felt amazing. So cool. Blanche could go to sleep now. “You are warm. We ought to go dunk you in the Bay is what we ought to do.” He lifted a lidded glass of ice water to her lips. “Sip.” Blanche winced as he handed her the water. “Where did she leave the pain meds?” he said absently.

“I didn’t get any,” Blanche answered.

“What?” he shook his head.

“I refused them.”

“Why in the hell would you do something like that?” he demanded.

“Because I don’t deserve them,” she answered stoically.

Jason telephoned the nurse. “Hey there. Can you come back here? I understand she isn’t on any pain meds? She’s changed her mind. She would like some. I don’t know if you know that she has an injured rotator cuff. She needs them.”

When he hung up the phone Blanche cursed him. “Thanks. That was my choice. You say you hate me, that I am a murderer, and now you insist I don’t suffer? What’s the problem? I agree with you? So if I fought and insisted on the medication, what? You would deny me? Let me know how it works here.” The nurse was back in the sheriff station. “I’ll just tell her. I don’t want the medication.”

He arched his eyebrow, “Do it and see what happens,” he hissed.

The nurse approached them. “You changed your mind?” she asked confusedly.

Blanche was about to tell her no when Jason shoved her. She screamed out with pain with gut-wrenching cries. “Give me something fast!” she hollered and the nurse produced a hypodermic from her bag and stuck Blanche in the hip.

The nurse explained to Jason when her next dose would be because she would not be able to administer it. “Fine,” said Jason.

The medicine kicked in pretty quickly, rendering Blanche’s throbbing to a dull drumbeat of pain. Once again, the nurse left them alone, for the night apparently. “You’re a prick. You set me up just so you could shove me. God! You are as bad as the Norte Mexicali.”

“I am nothing like them!” he insisted.

“You are. Do you think I just fell into my line of work? No. They saw a young woman with no family who had a single asset – that I looked like a kid for longer than I should have – and they made use of it. And when they didn’t get what they wanted, they shoved me just like you did now.”

“I see the devil made you do it. You’re a killer because it suits you,” Jason replied. “And I shoved you for your own good. You need the pain medication.”

She laughed. “That’s so dumb. What does it matter? You hate me!”

Jason was quiet. He didn’t answer to that. He switched the subject. “How old?” he asked.

“How old what?” Blanche was now feeling really good. It took a bit, but she felt almost no pain.

“How old were you when the Norte Mexicali recruited you?” There was a definite shift in his tone.

“I was eighteen years old,” she answered quietly.

“Where was your family?” He was staring at her; she could see it out of the corner of her eyes, but she looked to the ceiling. He had her handcuffed, but she was not on her back as before.

“That’s a long story. I don’t want to get into it.”

“Get into it,” he growled.

Blanche sighed. “My mother died when I was about seven and my dad left immediately. I lived with my grandmother. An aunt moved in with my grandmother and shortly after, my grandmother died. It turned out that the lady wasn’t my aunt and she kicked me out. I was about fourteen and I have been on my own ever since. I got involved with a community center and started picking up self-defense. The self-defense guy tried to pick up me. I was like sixteen by then. I was pretty good. So anyway, the self-defense guy tried to force me.” Blanche could feel herself growing numb recounting the story. “I fought him off. The police got involved. Anyway, this lawyer for the Norte Mexicali jumped in and fixed everything. That’s when they took notice of me. They put me on the payroll.”

Jason was quiet still. “Whatever,” he said finally. “It’s getting late. I should feed you before I go.”

“You’re going to leave me in this jail like this with a handcuff on?” she pleaded.

“You got out of the handcuffs before. I am afraid you will bust out of the jail.”

“Then take me to your place!” Blanche panicked.

“Oh no, I am not doing that again,” Jason chuckled. “You will be fine. I am not leaving you alone. Someone will be here.”

“I don’t trust just anyone. Don’t leave me cuffed, Jason. Don’t,” she said with a threat in her voice.

“Or what?” he stood up and dared her to finish that.

“I will break out and you will never see me again,” she said.

“What made me think I want to see you again,” he said.

He might as well have punched her. But she continued, “Then you will never see me punished for what you think I did.”

“I think I am good on that. We have an armed guard here who has an order to shoot you dead if you misbehave. Goodnight. Sleep well, Ms. Herrera.”

“Goodnight back at you, Mr. Fowler. You want to be an asshole to me; I will be one back at you. You do not want me for an enemy.”

“I think you were an asshole first, Ms. Herrera. You came here to kill me.”

“Yeah, well I’ll bet I can make nice with my employer and deliver him his product. If I am of value, they won’t care about one stupid little man. Now you sleep well. And don’t forget to look over your shoulder.” Just to bother him, Blanche pretended to be working her handcuff.

Jason rushed her. “Stop that now!”

He only meant to stop her from tugging at the handcuff. But instead he found himself grabbing her on impulse and kissing her hard. She kissed him back. It was, indeed, all she wanted. He broke away and recoiled. “Damn you,” he rasped.

He pulled a gun from a drawer and inspected it before putting it in a holster at his hip. It was her gun. He made sure the next-on-shift knew she hadn’t eaten; she could hear him doing so. Then he left. He walked out of the sheriff’s department, leaving her to fend for herself and walking out of her life for good.

Or so he hoped.