Chasing Down Changes (Moroad Motorcycle Club) (29 page)

He'd never ask any woman to make the sacrifice.

Not for him.

T
iffany's heart pounded. She heard Jeremy loud and clear. Though he spoke not a word.

He'd killed a man and shut himself off from everything.

Himself.

His club.

Her.

She slowly dropped the towel and walked the space separating them. Until the last step, when desperation got the better of her and she threw herself at him. He caught her and his already hard body hardened even more.

He hooked his hand behind her neck, lifting her head toward him as he lowered his. His fingers sank into her hair, holding her painfully in place. Her eyelids fought to close, and his grip tightened, forcing, needing her to look at him.

“You're safe,” he murmured.

She whispered, "No, you're safe."

Then, he kissed her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he walked until he backed her against the wall. His tongue tangled with hers, and his cock pressed against her sex. She wanted validation she'd made the right choice, that nothing mattered except that Jeremy was home with her. That he chose to return, despite the extra trouble she caused him and his club.

Her breasts peaked, and she ran her hand over the roughness of his beard. She matched each stroke of his tongue, each nibble on her lip, and when he pushed his hand through her hair, she moaned at giving him control. He gave her hard and fast, and she loved that he knew exactly what she needed without her asking.

Eighteen years ago, she couldn't keep her hands off him. She lost him three years later, and her life was never the same. He returned and while every day would bring them challenges, arguments, and she might still shoot him to make her point, they had a lot of days of loving ahead of them.

Each step of the way, growing closer together, confirmed he'd always love her.

His lips molded to hers perfectly. Delicious goosebumps broke out along her arms as his whiskers caressed her sensitive lips, heightening her arousal. It was only her and him, and every wonderful feeling awoken.

Nothing in her life compared to touching him, being with him, smelling him, and having him sink deep inside of her body. Nothing. Not Red Light. Not Silver Girls, the Moroad women, or any other man had ever made her feel so utterly complete.

He moved his other hand to her ass and slid her down his body. Her heat rested on his cock, eliciting a groan from him and a whine for more from her. She was going to explode in a flurry of pleasure if he kept touching her.

When he lifted his head a fraction of an inch, he placed his forehead against hers. She breathed deep, feeling the tingle on her lips after the kiss, and knew he felt it too.

"Bed?" She lowered her mouth to his neck, sucking, licking, and creating a pulse deep in his body that played over her tongue.

He carried her into the living room and through the door to their bedroom where she'd turned on the lamp when she heard the door open, and Jeremy come home. She'd watched him, lost in the throes of a man shutting down, unaware of her standing in the same room. Afraid to disturb him, she took the time to study him.

Wanting to learn how he coped for fifteen years alone, she came away sad. Barely living, he showered, guarded against the emotions most people took for granted. More determined to show him that he was no longer alone, she waited, marveling at the strength and power emanating from one man.

One man who carried the lives of the largest motorcycle club in the area and the livelihood of the biggest gang inside the Idaho State Penitentiary on his shoulders.

She had a feeling, he never thought about what kind of determination and brilliance that kind of mission took, but he took it, and he'd make himself a legend. Just like his father before him.

His arm curled around her, and he fell back on the bed, taking her weight. She planted her hands on his chest and that intense, scary, powerful look of his settled right between her legs.

He stared at her, and she watched the fog lift from his eyes. "Baby?"

Her stomach quivered at his return. She leaned over him, rubbing against his hardness. "I want you. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow."

"You have me. I'm not going anywhere," he said.

She moistened her lips. "I love you, too. I always have. Even when you only had a picture to look at, I was here, loving you."

He closed his eyes for an extra beat, and she gave him the time to absorb what she'd said.

"I've got shit going on that could end up hurting you," he said.

She shrugged. "I have a whole building full of shit that could hurt us both. I figure that together; it'll be a little bit easier for both of us if we're together. You can deal with Moroad, and I'll deal with Silver Girls and the Red Light women, and at the end of the day, we're stronger because we have each other."

"Right." He watched transfixed as she inhaled deeply.

She moistened her lips, and because he wasn't stopping her, she reached down and gripped the base of his cock. "There's a condom on the nightstand."

He stretched his arm over the side of the bed and handed her the package. She opened the foil and rolled the condom on his cock.

"I should let you rest," she whispered, knowing the last thing she wanted was to sleep.

"I'm wide awake," he whispered back. "Only thing I want is my cock in you, baby."

"Okay." She blinked to focus her eyes, unable to hold back her smile. "Whatever you say."

"That's the first time you've ever obeyed." He ignored what they were getting ready to do and hooked her neck, bringing her down to his chest. "Love you."

She swallowed hard. This was not the time to bawl over his declaration of love. She'd known forever that he loved her. She only wanted him to say it, again and again.

"Baby, listen to me. Love you more than I know how to say. I'm in you. Never left. Never stopped. Never denied." He stroked her back.

She closed her eyes and nodded. His promise penetrated her heart.

His hands stopped moving. "Are you going to settle for that?"

She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. "I'm not settling because I have a lot I still need to do. I haven't had a chance to love you long enough."

"Right." He inhaled deeply. "You want me."

"Always." She kissed him softly.

He studied her. Her want had nothing to do with sex.

She pushed on his chest to sit back up and continue what they were doing, and found herself tossed into the air and tucked under Jeremy's body, his weight settled between her legs.

His cock pressed against her sex, and he stilled above her. "One more thing."

"What?"

"No more pulling a gun on me, huh?"

"Okay," she mouthed.

"Liar." He pressed forward and entered her pussy.

She spread her hands across his chest, tickling a path up and curling her hand around his neck. His skin, hot and hard, demanded more. She pulled him down, taking his lips to hers, and accepted his tongue. He stroked her mouth, her sex, and the two movements together warmed her body and brought her alive.

She took every inch, arching up, pushing against him, touching him everywhere. Greedy, she grabbed for more. She planned to go forever, giving him everything and taking all that he offered.

He pulled her legs apart and positioned her ass higher, holding her hips off the bed.

She panted, knowing in this position; she'd have every inch of him inside of her. He stared down at their bodies linked together with the same hunger she was feeling.

"Thought about this, right here, just like this, and couldn't shut you out of my head," he said, which came out more like a grunt of approval. "Saved me, baby."

She understood because he filled her thoughts and dreams and refused to go away. He was all that she'd ever wanted.

"Honey," she said, and his eyes came back up to her face.

He moved his hips, never taking his gaze off her. She grabbed onto the bedspread, and when he placed his finger over her clit, she moaned and brought her legs up to his shoulders. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the mattress beside her head.

The turmoil he'd created and nurtured gave her security. She wanted to remain underneath him for the rest of her life, wrapped around his body, keeping him near.

The power of his strokes increased, the desperate need for release built, and she gasped. He loosened her clutch on the blanket and placed her hand on his chest over his heart.

He drove faster and deeper. Her muscles clenched and spasmed, stretching and reaching.

"That's it," he said. "Give it up, baby."

She gave him everything. Arching her back, she bit out a scream.

Jeremy leaned down, burying his face in her neck. His groan vibrated against her skin as each wave of her orgasm brought him closer. She wound her arms around his neck. His weight came down on her with a groan of pleasure, and she lay there gasping for breath, skin to skin, hearts racing.

Against her ear, he whispered, "Everything will be okay."

She closed her eyes. The completeness and security of knowing he took care of her overwhelmed her.

"Promise?" she said, wiggling closer.

He kissed the side of her neck. "On my life."

Yesterday's scare and the sleepless night without him caught up with her. She rolled with him and snuggled against his chest. His heart slowed down to a normal rhythm. Her thoughts drifted when he whispered her name.

"Yeah?" She yawned.

"I need to explain Lola to you." His body grew hard.

She propped her elbow on the bed and raised her head. "I don't want to hear about Lola. I want to pretend she doesn't exist."

He inhaled deeply and let out his breath. "There's a reason she'll always be a part of my life. Of our life."

That got her attention. She sat up in bed, prepared for the worst.

Jeremy hooked his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "When I was young, I went from being a kid who grew up worried about eviction notices, taking care of my mom, wondering why there were always syringes littering the house, to being thrust into a lifestyle with Moroad. When Cam stole me out of the foster care system after my mom overdosed and brought me to his house, he expected me to live as an adult. Dad offered me a motorcycle, pistol, booze, smoke, and women. Any sixteen-year-old kid would've jumped at what I was getting, except I was angry."

"Why?"

Jeremy rolled his head and gazed at her. "My mom died. I wanted my life back, no matter how much it sucked."

"That's understandable. You had to go through a lot of changes and with Moroad..." She widened her eyes. "They're scary."

"Yeah." He tagged her hand and put it on his stomach. "So, my first Moroad party, I'm hiding out and trying to fix the motorcycle Cam gave me and I heard a voice I recognized. It was Lola."

She leaned closer. "You knew her before Cam brought you to his house?"

"Remember, it was almost two years later that I found out the truth that I was really his kid and Merk was my uncle. My mom hung out as a Moroad woman before hiding her pregnancy. After she hid from Cam and had nothing to do with Merk, she stayed away from Moroad. When I was about nine or ten years old, mom hired a babysitter for me for the days she was drugged out or skipped town for a few days or weeks. Lola stayed at the house with me. I don't know if my mom pushed Lola toward the club for her own selfish reasons to keep tabs on Cam or if Lola approached Moroad alone, but Lola made her life with Moroad by the time she was seventeen years old."

"Lola babysat you?" Her heart pounded. Unable to understand if she was horrified or relieved.

"She was more of a mother than my real mom." Jeremy sighed. "She used to sing around the house and make jokes that made me laugh. She even stuck around long enough each night to put me to bed and kissed my forehead, even though I believed I was too old for that shit. I never stopped her, because it was the only time in my life someone gave me attention."

"Oh, my God." Tiff covered her mouth and continued talking through her fingers. "But, you have had sex with her."

He shook his head. "Never have, and never had the desire, though Cam offered her to me."

She lowered her hand. "Does Cam know that?"

"No, and he'll never find out that my relationship with Lola goes back to my childhood or she was friends with my mom. Lola had no idea I was Cam's son. She was as surprised to find out as I was when the truth came out. I never wanted Cam to hold anything above my head and use it against me, and swore Lola never to tell. Since day one, I've used her to get information about Cam, the club, and keep notes on the members. What she volunteers becomes useful to me. I'd appreciate it if you'd keep the information I gave you between us."

Her thoughts reeled, and she rose from the bed and paced the room. "Lola stopped sleeping with the Moroad men while you were gone. I thought you'd claimed her."

"She needed a break from letting the men use her, and I gave her an excuse." He rolled to a sitting position. "I made up for her loss of income by giving her a job."

"What was that?" she said, her voice growing higher the more information she gathered.

"To look after you." He braced his elbows on his knees. "Except, she cares about you, and she did us both a favor I could've never planned for. Instead of informing me about how you purchased the Sterling Building and became a well-off business woman, she told me you were a dancer. She gave you time to heal from when I hurt you by getting locked up and time away from Moroad so that you could come to terms with life without me in hopes that you'd accept a felon back into your life when I returned. She also knew I'd end up getting killed inside prison if I knew what you were doing. I would never have been able to focus and move forward to becoming the president of Moroad if I worried about you from the inside of the Cyclone fence."

Her chest burst with adrenaline. Energy flooded her body. She turned to Jeremy. "I need to call her or see her. I want to...I don't know what I want to do, but I thought this whole time you loved her more than me. That you were fucking her."