Death Ride (Blue Bandits MC Book 5) (9 page)

Jamie carried the tray of food into Death’s room, a little put off by the hard male hands that immediately took it from her. Death then sat down at the small table that had been brought in a little over an hour ago. He wore only a pair of jeans and his hair was wet like he’d taken a shower at some point. Death watched her as she hovered near the door where he’d taken the tray from her. She took a step towards the door but was stopped by Death’s command.

“Sit down, Jamie,” Death barked, indicating the chair across from him.

“I-I’ll just—” she stuttered, but he interrupted.

“Sit, now.” Jamie didn’t know what it was about his tone but she found herself sitting across from him at the table. Death’s lips curled up in a little grin that made her want to jump up and walk out. The only thing stopping her was she didn’t want him to think she was running from him. He’d already accused her of that ever since he’d been released from his chains two days ago and she wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction of being correct.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Death grumbled.

“I haven’t been. I bring you your food three times a day. How is that avoiding you?” Jamie asked, even though she knew he was right. As soon as he would take the tray she was delivering, she would leave only to return an hour later for the tray.

“Right. I suppose it’s my imagination that you have only spent ten minutes in my presence since we kissed then.” Death lifted the sandwich to take a bite, his brow raised in question.

“No, I’m not avoiding you, I just have things to do,” Jamie insisted, trying not to show how uncomfortable his scrutiny made her.

“I see. Aren’t you supposed to be the one convincing me that Blade and his buddies need to get a free pass to run amuck in my territory? How are you going to manage that if you’re running away every time I see you?” Death asked, sitting back to watch her across the table.

“I’m not running,” Jamie said between clenched teeth, her hands twisting in her lap.

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetness.”

“Don’t call me that,” she growled. “As for my brother and his club, yes, they do need a pass. They’re good men, Death. You haven’t met them but they’re not like the others. They’re not hurting anyone and they don’t take Juice.”

“Right but I give them a pass and others will view it as weakness. Headhunters would be popping out of the woodwork to fight us. How many does he have, ten, fifteen? It wouldn’t work and he knows it too, which is why I don’t understand what he’s up to,” Death said, looking sad but hard at the same time.

“He has more men than you think and they’re all ready to start over and make something of their MC again,” Jamie said with a sigh because despite her trying to explain, Death just didn’t get that Evert had been using him to take out the worst of the club for years. Telling the man that didn’t seem like a good idea. She had a feeling before he left he’d figure it out anyway because he wasn’t an idiot.

“Not sure unless they split off from the Headhunters if they can be redeemed, maybe if they start another club under new colors.” Death looked thoughtful as he spoke and he leaned his chair back on two legs, rocking back and forth.

“He won’t do that but they’ve got a solution. If you’ll listen to Evert he will explain how it could work. With your help he can make them split off and become another club instead,” Jamie explained, feeling frustration when she saw him shaking his head even before she finished speaking.

“Can’t do that,” Death stated coldly.

“Why not?” Jamie demanded.

“Club politics. Your brother will understand. It’s not as easy as you think to just tell men who’ve fought someone for years to walk away. Don’t work that way,” Death explained, letting the chair fall to the floor and watching her. Jamie growled a little because it was more male bullshit and it always pissed her off when men acted like morons because of their pride. Sometimes she thought the world would be better off if women ran things because men were idiots. They always made things more complicated than they had to be, which was stupid.

“It could if you wanted it to. I don’t get you or my brother sometimes because you make things much harder by insisting on doing it the more difficult way.” Jamie stood, her hands grabbing the tray from the table, tired of talking to him when he was unwilling to see reason. Hard male hands covered hers and she met his dark eyes warily.

“You’re going to have to stop running eventually and when you do make sure you’re ready to be caught because I won’t be letting you escape.” Death’s words sent a shiver of something down her spine. It wasn’t fear exactly, more like apprehension or wariness. Jamie found herself pulling away from him and practically running to the door because that feeling he’d just provoked inside her scared her. As she exited the room finding Crook and Lake in the hall, she tried to shake off the feeling but found it had followed her out the door.

“Hey Kitten, want to come out with me, Jess, and some of the boys tonight? We’re going dancing and I think Blade and Lissa might come too,” Lake asked.

“Sure,” Jamie said, mostly because she wanted to get away from the clubhouse and the man who seemed to be on her mind constantly since he’d shown up. She’d always liked dancing. Who knew, maybe she could find a man that would make her forget Death even existed. Jamie carried the tray into the kitchen, setting it down on the counter beside Grace who had kitchen duty this week, and left.

Unwilling to think any more about Death and his ability to get under her skin, she headed to her room to get ready. If she was going out, she was going to look damned fine and she was going to find a nice safe man who wouldn’t make her head spin or leave her behind when he headed back to his club.

Jamie lifted the firebomb to her lips, drinking the whole thing in one go before replacing the glass on the table. A waitress came by and scooped it up with a smile as she watched. Grace chose that moment to come back from the bathroom, walking up to the table where Jamie was sitting.

“Hey, where did my drink go?” Grace asked when was sitting down.

“Don’t know,” Jamie replied before she stood and headed out to the dance floor where Lissa, Kate and Jess were dancing with Evert and Lake. She didn’t head right for them, she just swayed in place while trying to get her bearings. She had met a man out here a little while ago and he was nice. His name was Mike or maybe it was Mack. Her head was spinning a bit so she wasn’t sure but when he reappeared she’d ask him.

A male arm wrapped around her waist and she twisted to see two Mack’s or Mike’s behind her and grinned widely. He was leading her away from the group and she knew there was a reason she should be wary of that but at the moment she couldn’t think of why. She just followed along until they were about two feet from the edge of the dance floor. That was where Evert grabbed the back of his shirt and jerked him away from her. Since he’d been holding her up she would have fallen if Crane hadn’t been behind her and steadied her.

“Get the fuck out of here before I put a bullet between your eyes, motherfucker,” Evert said to her new friend, making Jamie frown.

“Heyyy, we were dancing over here,” Jamie slurred, earning a glare from Evert as he shoved the man again. Mack or Mike didn’t stick around, he just turned tail and ran away, making her frown as she stared after his blurred form.

“What the fuck are you doing allowing that douche bag to lead you away from here? Another five minutes and he’d have had you out the door,” Evert said.

“Noooooo, we were dancing,” Jamie said again, looking from one Evert to the other. Why were there two of him? She didn’t know but she wished one would go away because one Evert was enough but two was going to be hell.

“Are you drunk?” Lake asked, sounding a little shocked.

“Of curse not,” Jamie replied, looking over her shoulder at him where he stood behind her.

“Holy fuck, she is!” Crane exclaimed, sounding shocked.

“How can she be? You think someone drugged her? Because she can usually drink us all under the table,” Lake questioned.

“I don’t know. Jamie, how many shots have you had?” Evert asked.

“Ummm, I don’t know, seventeen or was it twenty. I don’t remember, I lost count,” Jamie replied to the Evert who was dancing around in front of her.

“How the fuck did you get that many?” Evert asked, sounding cross. Damn, she hated when Evert got cross because he turned into an old fuddy duddy when he did.

“Relas, I’m—Immmm, that’s a funny word isn’t it—nope, I am not drunk. It was just a few shots. Oh and I drank Lissa’s and Grace’s firebombs. Oh yeah and Crane’s beer that he didn’t want,” Jamie said, remembering his beer at the last second.

“When have I ever gotten a beer I didn’t want?” Crane asked, looking confused despite there being three of him standing next to her. Boy, that was a lot of confusion over a beer.

“When you left it and went to the—wait, what’d you call it—the pisser! That’s it,” Jamie crowed and from the way the three Crane’s were looking at her, maybe she’d been a little loud.

“Shit, I thought the waitress had grabbed it by mistake,” Crane muttered, looking at Evert who was frowning darkly.

“Yep, she did after I drank it,” Jamie told him, then spun around in place for a second because her head was spinning and it made it stop a bit.

“Shit, catch her,” Lake cried and Crane’s arms steadied her when she would have fallen. Jamie began laughing because that seemed hilarious.

“What’s going on? Why was she letting that man herd her out of here? Did he drug her?” Lissa asked as she and Grace came over to the little group.

“Lissa,” Jamie said and attempted to jump at her to hug her friend who she loved. If Crane hadn’t stopped her she likely would have fallen face first into the floor.

“No, she’s drunk.”

“Drunk? How is that even possible? That asshole must have drugged her,” Lissa growled, her hands on her hips and a stern look on her blurry face.

“No, baby. She drank twenty shots, three firebombs and two beers apparently,” Evert explained, shaking his head. Jamie was glad that the second Evert had finally disappeared because she knew she had her hands full with one.

“But we’ve only been here four hours. How the hell did she manage that?”

“Apparently no one was watching her like they were supposed to,” Evert growled, glaring at Crane. Jamie snickered and pointed at him.

“You’re in trouble,” she sing-songed, giggling.

“I didn’t think I needed to count her damned drinks because
she never gets drunk,
” Crane defended himself, holding his hands up as he stood close to her, likely in case she started falling again.

“She does when she’s stressed, you idiot,” Lissa growled, looking really angry as she glared at Crane and then at Evert. “It’s your fault for making her go in there with Death.”

Jamie shook her head quickly and plugged her ears with her fingers, not wanting to hear his name because she was trying to forget the man existed, not think about him. Definitely didn’t want to think about his sexy abs or his lips that poured lightning into her veins. Nope, she wasn’t thinking about licking his skin or kissing his nipples. She just wasn’t going to do it.

“Let’s get her out of here,” She heard Evert say when she finally gave up trying to block out Death’s name, because it wasn’t working any better than the drinks had.

Death paced back and forth, feeling restless and more than a little irritated. Jamie hadn’t talked to him, other than to ask if he was finished, in three days and it was pissing him off. He wanted to try and move them forward but she was still resisting by ignoring him. She had also been leaving the door open so he’d had no chance to grab her and kiss her senseless either. It was starting to piss him off royally.

Jamie had arrived the morning after he’d forced her to sit with him at the table looking a little green around the gills and she’d barely spoken. He had thought she’d be over it by now but she wasn’t and today had been no different. She’d even sent his lunch in with another woman, which had really sent him over the edge. He’d demanded to know where she was and had only gotten vague answers from the woman who’d been sent in.

He was not going to allow this for much longer. If she didn’t show up and talk to him this time he was breaking out of this room so he could go talk to her somewhere she didn’t have a choice but to deal with him. Like her bedroom where there was a big bed he’d bet and he imagined her spread out over it, making his cock twitch and throb.

The door opened and Death glanced up hoping it was Jamie coming in to talk to him but it was Blade. For fuck’s sake, what did he want? Death wasn’t in the mood for any bullshit today.

“You’re restless, huh?” Blade asked, watching him from the doorway.

“Yeah. I’m not used to being cooped up for this long,” Death replied. Even though his restlessness was more about Jamie than being stuck in this room at the moment, he didn’t want to explain that to Blade.

“Then I have some bad news.”

Death didn’t like the grim look on his face or the way he rubbed the back of his neck. Whatever Blade said next Death was damned sure he wasn’t going to like it. Damn. He rubbed the top of his head waiting on Blade to speak, already sure he wasn’t going to like what the other man had to say.

“I have to go take care of something and I need to take most of the men with me, which means not enough guards will be here. You know I can’t trust you yet,” Blade explained, looking sheepish.
Fuck,
just what he needed. The fucker wanted to chain him up again and because he needed to figure out what the fuck was going on with his obsession with Jamie, he’d let him.

“You want me in the chains, don’t you,” Death stated, plopping down on the edge of the bed. Death hated being chained but he knew he had the picks he’d used to get out of them in the first place still tucked away in the edge of the mattress. Despite their looking, none of them had found them yet so he could get out if he needed too.

“Yeah, just to make everyone feel safe while I’m gone,” Blade said and Death knew he was speaking of Jamie and whatever other women were going to be bringing him food. He could tell that Blade was well aware that Death could get out if he wanted to. It didn’t surprise Death that Blade already knew he could walk out of here the second he decided to. Jamie was right, the two of them would have gotten on well had they not been spawned on two different sides of a club war and it was a damned shame.

“Fine, how long?” he demanded, unhappy about it but willing to allow it for Jamie’s sake. Who knew, maybe it would get her to let her guard down with him again and he could start moving them forward.

“Two, maybe three days at most,” Blade said and Death nodded.

“Fine but any longer and I will be getting out of these chains, understood.”

“Yeah, seems fair,” Blade agreed before he chained him to the fucking bed again and left Death to stew over Jamie, silently frustrated that he could no long pace because it had been helping more than he realized.

Jamie entered his room with another tray the day after he was chained to the bed for the second time. She was wearing a thin t-shirt and a long skirt that brushed her ankles when she walked. He stared at her bare feet, desire curling inside him. Even her fucking feet gave him a hard-on he realized, a little snort escaping him. His eyes moved up noting that the thin white shirt didn’t hide her nipples well and he could almost see their outline. He didn’t like the thought that if he could see them, then other men could too. It sent a spike of anger down his spine.

She watched him silently for a moment before she spoke. “Just wanted to check that you didn’t need anything.” She took a step closer, her blue eyes lighting on his chest, and he felt a sense of satisfaction when her eyes lingered there letting him know that the attraction between them wasn’t one sided. She was now moving towards the bed and he felt anticipation stir in his blood because she was almost close enough for him to touch her.

Death watched her silently, his cock throbbing as her tits bounced beneath the shirt, making his mouth water. He wanted those breasts in his hands and his cock buried in her so deeply that neither of them knew where she began and he ended. Jamie hovered just out of reach and he followed her movements, desperate need filling him. He shifted on the bed feeling the chains tighten and he internally cursed them. If Blade hadn’t chained him back up before he left, Death would have his hands on those sweet little nipples that were poking against her shirt in a bid for attention. Jamie stood across the room, her eyes bouncing around trying not to look at him. Death didn’t like that at all; he wanted her closer.

“Come over here,” he growled, his voice gruff and smoky.

“Why?” she asked, turning to glance at him from near the door.

“I would like some company,” Death found himself lying because as soon as she was within reaching distance, he was grabbing her and he was going to taste those nipples. Jamie tilted her head, observing him for a long while as he counted the seconds in his head. He needed to touch her and it seemed to take forever for her to step towards him. She stopped a few steps from the bed and he almost groaned in frustration because his cock was throbbing so hard he thought it would burst. Fuck, he needed to get her closer,
now
.

“I think you’re up to something. You can’t be unchained you know. At least not until Blade and the others return,” Jamie informed him, taking another hesitant step forward, her hands twisting in the long skirt she wore. Death held his breath, mentally urging her to move forward just two more steps because then he could get his hands on her.

“I promise that’s not what I want. I just want some company because I don’t like lying here in this bed all alone all day,” Death said, his arms coiling getting ready to strike because she was taking another step and he wasn’t chancing her getting away when she took the last one. He was too desperate to take those hard buds into his mouth to risk it. Jamie looked leery as she stopped again, making Death feel like roaring in frustrated desire.

“What are you up to?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Death replied innocently.

“I think you’re lyin—” she began, but she’d taken that fateful last step and his arms snapped out jerking her onto the bed with him. His hands were pushing her shirt up and his mouth was already covering the bare bud he’d revealed before she could even finish speaking. He sucked on the little peak, growling against the sweetest flesh he’d ever tasted. His mind filled with only the dark need to take her hard and fast but the chains prevented him from following through. He was able to cup her hip with one hand as his other rolled the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth.

Jamie moaned and arched in his arms, pressing her breast into his mouth. Death used the hand at her hip to bunch up her skirt because he needed more. He was frighteningly ravenous for her but at the moment he didn’t care as long as he could touch her. Jamie held his shoulders and he pushed up her other breast taking its peak into his mouth, letting out a little grunt of satisfaction when her hands buried in his hair holding him to her. His dick throbbed like it had its own heartbeat as his fingers found the edge of her panties having finally pulled her skirt up enough to seek out the hot junction of her thighs.

Jamie let out a little gasp as his fingers brushed over her clit encased in lace and Death felt an odd sense of possessiveness overtake him as his fingers slipped over the wet material. His mind focused on one thing and one thing only. Getting her to let him have her—taste her—no wait, own her. Death moved his fingers so that they were inside her panties, two of them pressing into her hot wetness. He began to move those fingers inside her as she held his shoulders allowing his exploration of her body. Death prayed with everything inside him that she wouldn’t panic with him beneath her like this because he was going crazy trying not to frighten her over the last few days. Now that he was so close to getting what he desperately needed from her, he couldn’t imagine her pulling away.

His tongue curled around her nipple as his teeth teased it and his fingers thrust in and out of her. She was moaning and her hips were moving seeking more and Death cursed his inability to move when he tried to twist her so that he could suck on her clit as he fingered her. He needed to taste her sweetness and he wasn’t able to maneuver because of these damned chains.

“Let me taste you, babe,” he gruffly commanded, his fingers pulling free from her as he urged her with two hands on her ass to move up and allow him to get his mouth on that sweet little pussy. Jamie moaned and wiggled above him looking down at him.

“How?” she asked in a little whisper as she sat with one leg on either side of his hips.

“Take your panties off then kneel here so I can lick you,” Death muttered, indicating the pillow he was lying on.

“Won’t that be—”

“Babe, please. I need you to let me taste that hot little pussy or I am going to go mad. Just do it,” Death found himself interrupting her because he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to taste her and then to fuck her long and hard or he really would go insane.

Jamie hesitated but Death rubbed his hand over the junction of her thighs teasing her until she moaned and stood beside the bed to remove her underwear. He watched her stepping out of them with fire roaring through him. His body jerked upwards as he watched her bunch her skirt up around her hips revealing the dark curls that guarded the cavern he wanted to explore.

His eyes almost glazed over when she climbed up the bed placing that hot treat just above his mouth. He grunted as his hands covered her thighs spreading them wider for a better view of the glistening dew that marked her excitement. Death had never felt so ravenous for a woman in all his life but something about Jamie made him feel like he was starving.

“Maybe we shouldn—oh lord,” Jamie ended on a load moan that made him smile against her clit, which he had just encased in his mouth sucking. He wasn’t about to let her finish that protest because he knew it was going to be something along the lines of they shouldn’t do this and he wasn’t willing to even consider that.

She was on fire. Every nerve in her body was centered on his mouth sucking at her clit and she couldn’t think of anything except his hands and mouth on her. Since the moment he’d grabbed her when she neared the bed she’d been powerless to stop the sensations roaring through her. His touch was like a drug. He had started a fire inside her that slowly built into a roaring inferno that threatened to overtake her. Jamie tried not to give into the fiery need that said to let him do exactly what he was doing at the moment but she couldn’t resist.

His hands were holding the cheeks of her ass as his tongue did blissfully naughty things like thrust inside her while one hand moved to thrust two fingers inside her pussy. She couldn’t help it, she moaned again, her hands reaching out to cling to the headboard so she wouldn’t suffocate him by shoving her crotch into his face. He masterfully sucked on her clit again, his fingers slowly moving inside her creating hot little spasms that rippled through her like mini orgasms. He growled when she moaned and rubbed her hips back and forth, unable to stop herself from riding his tongue while his fingers now pinched her clit, rolling it gently.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his voice muffled by her body. His fingers thrust into her again making her arch, her hands tightening where they were curled around the headboard, her nails digging into the wood. She felt like the top of her head was going to blow off and she was so close now to coming that she almost couldn’t breathe. The little pants she was letting out and the way her body wouldn’t stop moving would have been embarrassing if she’d had enough wits to think about it. Death seemed to be getting more aggressive the closer she got to orgasm, like he was as desperate for her to come as she was.