Chasing Down Changes (Moroad Motorcycle Club) (20 page)

At the back of the Sterling Building, he parked and waited at the door. The overall feel after talking with the Moroad men gave him security in knowing they blindly followed his orders and supported his opinion.

Cam limped over to Jeremy, followed by Bear. "You never mentioned the guy I had Bear pull records on was a fucking badge."

"Williams wearing a uniform with a pistol at his hip doesn't matter." Jeremy looked at Bear. "What did you find out?"

"He has two arrests for assault and battery on a female family member." Bear hitched up his jeans. "Court records said the first time he grabbed the female by the throat and threw her against the wall. The second time, he sent her through a window. Both times the court acquitted him of the charges."

"Domestic abuse?" Jeremy ran his tongue between the empty space between his lip and gum.

"Nope." Bear scratched his chin underneath his heavy beard. "A woman married to one of his cousins. Not blood."

Jeremy arms tensed. He wanted the abuser nowhere near Tiff and the other woman. Tomorrow night, he'd scope the deputy out himself. He could spot an abuser in prison without the person saying a word. It all came down to the way they walked, moved, and their eyes. Their fucking eyes never stopped moving.

Abusers learned not to mess with Jeremy when he jumped first and they went on to fuck with the weaker, smaller, more conflicted inmates.

"I'll need three men here on Wednesday night." Jeremy looked at his dad, Bear, and quickly chose other men to do the job. "I want Jacko, Johnson, and Merk."

Purposely leaving out the ones Cam would pick, he needed to build a strong and dedicated line of men on the outside.

"I'll make the call." Cam slapped him on the arm. "Get inside and make sure your woman knows to watch her step."

The advice his father handed down was a given. Nobody would touch Tiff. Unlike Cam believed, Jeremy had the confidence that Tiff only had his interest at heart, and that included the club. Privately, she'd fight him every inch of the way to hold her independence with her employees, but she'd shown nothing but control to everyone else.

Cam and Bear returned to their motorcycles and rode off. Jeremy walked to the building and unlocked the back door. Once inside, he punched in the code before the security alarm sounded.

Despite the news over Williams, he'd enjoyed his time with his brothers. The solitary attitude reminded him of the bonds he had with the Moroad members on the inside. Each man, including himself, survived trusting no one and yet appreciated the rules and power of the club.

He double checked the front door to make sure Tiff locked the place up tight, then headed upstairs, unlocked the upstairs door, set the alarm, and entered an obvious party going on.

Marci noticed him first and grabbed Hannah's arm, stopping her from dancing around Tahleena, who lay flat on her back in the hallway, doing some kind of contortion with her back fully arched. She held her belly up with only her feet and hands planted on the floor.

"This is worth at least ten extra dollars." Tahleena grunted, her arms wobbling. "I'm going to pass out. All the blood is rushing to my head."

Marci cleared her throat, poking Tahleena with her bare toes. "Get up."

"Wait." Tahleena moaned, sliding her feet wider and collapsed on the floor laughing. "Shit. Can you imagine the men wanting that position?"

"No." Hannah stepped behind Marci and whispered, "Get up, Tah. Now."

Tahleena rolled her head, spotted Jeremy, and scrambled to her feet. She swayed, and Marci caught her before she careened into the wall.

Jeremy walked through the opening they'd made in the hallway. "Ladies..."

Silence greeted him back. He stopped at the suite and put his hand on the door. The women hadn't moved an inch. He found the suite unlocked and walked inside. The hysterical giggles from the hallway at his departure permeated the door.

Barely eight o'clock, he expected to find Tiff awake and waiting for him. He stopped in the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and took a quick shower. He'd finished drying off when he heard Tiff call his name.

Tossing the towel to the floor, he walked naked to the bedroom. He paused in the doorway. All the lights were off, except for that damn neon sign reflected on the wall over the headboard of the bed.

A hand touched his stomach. He grabbed the wrist out of habit and loosened his grip at Tiff's squeak. "Baby?"

"I'm sorry." She moved in front of him. "I didn't mean to startle you."

He grunted. He'd broken a man's arm in prison for surprising him, and the other prisoner hadn't laid a hand on Jeremy. "It's early. What are you doing in here with the lights out?"

She trailed her hands along his sides, down his arms, and latched on to his hands, pulling him into the room. She let go of one of his hands and the light beside the bed came on. He gazed down Tiff's naked body, and his cock twitched to life, hardening and pulsing for attention.

"I have the whole night planned, but I want to show you something first." She twined her fingers with his and led him over to the dresser. He stayed a foot behind her, enjoying the sway of her ass.

"This side of the dresser is yours. I put your clothes in the top one, and I plan on buying you a few more shirts. You need socks, too." She lifted her face to him. "Is that alright?"

"Do what you want." He took his free hand and ran it down the slope of her hip.

She wiggled away from his touch. Her voice shook when she continued. "I hung these photos up on the wall. I know it's nothing fancy, but I'm going to buy a frame for each one when I get a chance to go shopping."

He followed her finger pointing at the wall and stepped closer. She'd taped half a dozen pictures of the two of them together before he went to prison. He let go of her and studied each one. They were partying, walking, and sitting on the porch at his dad's house. But, it was the picture in the middle that grabbed his attention.

Tiff stood in the yard, her hand on her hip, her hair tossed, smirking at him as he held the phone and snapped her picture. He ran his thumb over the small piece of tape holding it to the wall.

"Where did you get this picture?" He couldn't stop looking.

"I know you're not in that photo, but—"

He turned and grabbed her upper arms. "Where did you get it?"

She raised to her tiptoes and frowned. "Christina printed up all the pictures and gave them to me right after you were arrested, and I thought you were only going to be gone eighteen months."

He let her go and ran his hand through his hair. For a moment, he thought someone in prison had gotten their hands on the picture he kept in his cell. The one he'd shredded before he walked out of the Cyclone fence.

"What's wrong?" She touched his stomach. "If you don't like the pictures, I can take them down. I only thought..."

She exhaled and flapped her hands in front of her. He pulled her into his chest and held her. His heart raced. He'd done everything in his power to protect her and keep her away from the shit going down in prison.

"I like it, baby." He rubbed her back.

"Are you sure?" She laid her cheek against his chest. "You seem upset."

"That picture of you was the one I kept in prison with me. I kept it hidden and only looked at it when I knew nobody else was around, even the guards." He swallowed.

"Then it's okay to have it on the bedroom wall?"

"Yeah. I looked at you every fucking day," he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. "I couldn't mention your name or talk about you to anyone. Moroad members would get incarcerated, and it killed me not to ask about you and what was happening back in Federal. Then when one of my MC brothers got his walking papers, it killed me not to send him back with a message for you. I never did. I couldn't risk someone hurting you to get back at me."

"Now we're together." She gazed up at him. "Okay, I have a couple more things to show you."

She led him to the closet. He couldn't see the purpose of taking a tour of the bedroom when he'd been in every part of the suite, slept in her bed, and rather have her on her back in bed, enjoying her body than seeing how she'd decorated the place while he was gone.

The light came on. She swept her arm out in front of her. "Left side is mine. The right side is now cleared out for your things."

"I don't have anything," he said.

"But you will." She grinned. "I told you, I plan to go shopping soon. Come and look at this."

He walked over to the bed. She stopped suddenly, and he caught himself from running her over.

"I took my things out of the nightstand." She leaned over and opened up the drawer. "I left the box of condoms in there, because they're yours, too. You can use this bowl beside the lamp to throw your change, wallet, and pistol in every night."

"You want me to put my gun in a glass bowl?"

She nodded. "That way everything is in one place. It's now your bowl."

"I don't need a bowl." He scratched his bare chest.

Her smile fell, and she frowned. "Okay, I can remove the bowl. How would you like a new bedspread? I could get a blue one. Something more manly than the purple orchids spread I have."

"Baby?" He turned her around. "What's all this about?"

"You're living here." She moved in close. "I want this to be your home."

Fuck him. She'd spent most of the day trying to give him something special when he got home, and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with her. Closet space, drawer space, and a glass bowl meant nothing to him. The energy and thought behind her trying to make him comfortable meant the whole damn world.

"
You
make this feel like a home." He scooped her up and went down to the mattress with her, cushioning his weight. "All I need is you."

She smiled lazily. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He pushed back, lowering himself on her body and hovered above her sex.

She widened her legs. He dipped his head, opening his mouth to the warm, wetness of her pussy. He growled, licking, stroking, caressing in his need to repay her for her attempt at making him comfortable in her suite.

Her knees fell to the mattress, and she moaned long and low. He slid his hands under her ass, not to embrace her, but own her. There was one thing he could provide her that she always desperately needed. A firm hand. A stronger personality. Permission to let go and let someone else take care of her.

The inside of her thighs trembled. He lifted her pelvis and concentrated on her clit, stroking each side, circling, until her ass quivered in his hands. He pressed his elbows into the mattress, planting her at his mercy. Her legs thrashed on each side of him.

"No, no, no," she said, moaning out more garbled words, in which he'd only picked up on
'too soon'
and
'not yet'
.

His lips curled against her, and he moaned. He wasn't worried about her orgasm because he'd make sure she came two or three more times before he finished for the night.

Tiff's ragged breath suddenly halted. Her body pitched forward, and she grabbed handfuls of his hair. He pulled back, keeping his mouth between her legs, his tongue inside of her, his beard moving along her slit.

She groaned into a scream and clamped her thighs around his head and flopped back on the bed on a shudder, making the sweetest
tsss
...
tsss
... sound. He lapped the wetness up with his tongue, easing her down and enjoying the taste of her.

Finally, her knees widened, loosening their hold on him. He lifted his head and moved up her body, wiping his mouth on his arm before taking her nipple in his mouth. His cock throbbed outside her pussy, seeking the heat and comfort that made him feel more like he'd come home than any room in a building could do.

He lifted, stretched, and blindly grabbed a condom out of the nightstand drawer she'd delegated to him. The tightness of the condom only aided in his urgency.

"Jeremy?"

He positioned himself between her legs. "Hang on, baby."

"No." She grabbed on to the sides of his waist. "Wait."

His head snapped up, and he stilled. It took everything in him to stop.

She stroked her hand down his face, tugged his beard, and smiled lazily up at him. "We haven't had sex like we used to since you came home."

"What are you saying?"

She reached around him, grabbed his ass, and said, "I want hard, fast, and
you
to let go."

He kissed her hard and plunged inside of her. His balls tightened at the tightness.

Then he gave her hard.

He gave her fast.

And, only when she screamed his name and clawed at his shoulders, he let go and took her with him again.

T
he dancers lined up in the hallway in the back of the Sterling Building. Tiff stood in the doorway, keeping them out of sight until the lights dimmed and the spotlights hit the stage. The women's hushed whispers and excitement rubbed off on her, and she glanced at Jeremy standing beside Johnson in the back of the room.

God, he was sexy.

They'd spent the morning enjoying each other before she had to supervise the bordello customers. The activities upstairs at Red Light ran smoothly once she talked Jeremy into staying out of view. She ran a strict policy that afforded each of the men anonymity, and since Jeremy was going to be a regular fixture upstairs, she needed to slowly get the customers used to seeing him around. Right now, customers and employees viewed him as a threat. Over time, she'd change their minds.

Jeremy turned and caught her watching. She bit her lip and lifted her shoulder. For some reason, he'd become fascinated with the black, thin strap of her dress earlier when she got dressed. The moment ripe for teasing, she raised her brows and waited to see what he'd do.

He rubbed his hand down his beard and walked toward her, leaving Johnson talking to himself. She slithered her arms around his waist when he came close enough and whispered, "You look hot."

He chuckled. Though only his chest rumbled against her and no sound reached her ears. "Keep talking, baby, and I'll steal you away from here."