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When Jett pulled away, he licked
his lips. He then seductively kissed her clean mound and reached down into his
pocket. He always kept some cash and a condom. Because you never knew when you

d need a stiff drink or a good
fuck.

Jett inched his way up Lena

s smooth body as he kept his
hands down and opened the condom. He rolled it on himself, a sneaky move that
he loved to do because it always threw women off. The second he touched Lena

s pussy with his cock she
grabbed at his shoulders.


Is
it okay?

Lena asked.


Of
course it

s fucking okay,

Jett growled.

Open those fucking legs more for
me, beautiful. I

m coming
in.

Lena put her head back and groaned.
Her hands played with Jett

s
leather cut as he thrust, inching his way into her. Jett gritted his teeth and
let out a hiss as Lena

s
pussy clung to him impossibly tight.

What the fuck? Is she a virgin?

Jett looked down as he pulled out
of Lena. He then came at her again, thrusting hard, sinking deeper. She let out
a cry and Jett could already feel a rush pouring through his body. He growled
and then brought his mouth back down to Lena

s
ample chest. He tasted her left breast as he started to fuck her. Pulling back
and pushing, fighting through the resistance of her burning slit.

It felt so fucking good though. It
made Jett feel so fucking alive, so wild. He put his hands at Lena

s ribs, his thumbs just inches
from the bottom of her breasts. Jett was good right there, holding himself up,
loving the way Lena

s body
looked and reacted to his cock pounding in and out of her. Looking down and
seeing his cock glistening. Then looking at the way her breasts danced just so
perfectly. And then her face.

Goddamn, she

s actually really pretty.

With her arms up, hands gripping
the headboard, biting her bottom lip, she was really something.

It was right then Jett turned his
head just enough to see Lena

s
shirt on the floor. It was rolled up now, but if Jett reached down and lifted
it, there would be blood on it. Blood from someone else.

There were a dozen burning
questions in Jett

s mind,
but first things first here. He thrust deeper into Lena and felt her reach
climax. If she was tight before,
holy fuck
, it was even worse now. And
by worse, that meant everything was all the much better.

Jett slipped his hands down to her
waist and gritted his teeth and groaned as he fucked her through her orgasm. He
felt the clenching feeling, the rush of fresh and warm wetness. Christ, when
Jett looked down, he could see it even leaking from her tender body.

The entire scene quickly caught up
to Jett. He pulled back like the hammer of the gun that was attached to his
body (even as he fucked Lena) and thrust forward with all his might. He was
deep -
so fucking deep
- and his body just let go. He held there, offering
hard thrust after thrust, feeling his cock finally able to release. Pouring
himself into a fucking condom inside Lena

s
body.

She looked at him and gasped each
time he came; as she felt him thickening, releasing, thickening, releasing.
Over and over.

Jett caught himself off guard as he
leaned down and brushed the tip of his nose to Lena

s.

Don

t fucking kiss her, man.
Don

t do that
shit

His lips flirted with hers for a
second, but Jett quickly pulled away.

He moved from the bed in a hurry,
grabbing his jeans and pulling them up. Then he stood there, staring at the
beautiful, naked woman in his bed. Lena had moved her hands down her body,
resting on her stomach. She stared at him with a clear stare.


When
I get myself cleaned up here, beautiful, you better start fucking talking.


About?

Jett laughed.

Are you fucking kidding me? You
were passed out on my ride, covered in blood. But it wasn

t your blood. I don

t know who you think I am or
what my club stands for, but just because you have a sweet pussy between your
legs doesn

t make you
invincible. Put that fucking shirt on and I

ll
be out in a minute.

In the bathroom, Jett first
splashed cold water on his face. When he licked his lips he still tasted her.
He couldn

t remember the
last time he had gone that crazy before. Such a deep and primal thing had taken
over his body. And it was probably a huge mistake. No, fuck that, it was
definitely a mistake.

So the plan had to be simple

find out why the fuck Lena had
blood on her. Then give her a bed for the night and say fucking goodbye
tomorrow. Make sure that no heat came down on the MC because of this shit.


Fuck,

Jett growled.

He splashed more water on his face
after cleaning himself up.

He then opened the door and said,

Start

talking
…”

Before Jett could finish the rest
of his sentence or thought, he closed his mouth. Lena was fast asleep. He
walked to the foot of the bed and stood there, staring at her. She wore nothing
but the black t-shirt he

d
given her. Her left leg was slightly bent, right arm up, her face nestled
against her own shoulder.

She looked peaceful.

She looked damn beautiful.

But again, Jett reminded himself

she was covered in someone
else

s blood.

five.

 

Jett opened his eyes and reached
for his gun. Some people stretched, wiped their eyes, yawned, or maybe even
smiled at the chance to live another day of life. Jett always went for his
weapon. Just in case hell waited near him or around him. He looked around the
room, recapping the night before. In a strange twist of events, he wasn

t waking with a killer hangover
and could completely remember everything from the night before.

Everything.

When Jett turned his head and saw
Lena in the same position as he had found her, he let out a groaning sigh. The
sex was great. Lena

s body was
something to remember. But there was blood on the floor and a story still
unknown.

As Jett kicked from the bed and
stood, he rubbed the back of his neck and thought about kicking the bed and
waking Lena up. But he decided on food first. Eat, have some coffee, think this
thing through, and then come back and start pushing Lena against the wall. The
friend she had last night was no more. The big guy that her fucked her
senseless wouldn

t show up
today.

Today was about business.

Lena had stepped into the middle of
a war zone, whether it was on purpose or not. Right now the MC was focused on
helping Erik settle in after his release from the hospital. They were on the
prowl for more truth on what happened with the bombing at the compound. It was
a giant fucking mess.

And Jett was adding to it.

He opened the door and Miller stood
three feet away, a mug of coffee in his hand. He sipped from it and looked over
Jett

s shoulder into the
room. Jett tried to pull the door shut in a hurry, and Miller pressed forward
and put a hand to the door.


You
know this is my clubhouse, right?

Miller asked.


Of
course I do.


Hiding
something from me, Jett?


Nope.


Care
to explain why there

s a
strange woman in that bed? With all the heat going on around here. I mean, hey,
if you

re fucking her and
having fun
…”


Blaine
or Jace?

Jett asked.


You
know how it is,

Miller
said.

So the question is

do we talk in there with her?
Or do we talk at the table?


Table,

Jett said.

Can I get some coffee, Miller?


Of
course.

The two walked down the hall. Jett
looked over his shoulder a couple times. He hoped Lena wouldn

t wake up and flip shit over
being alone. At least she woke up the night before and had some kind of
understanding that she was safe.

Safe for now.

Miller stopped at the bar and got a
refill on his coffee. Jett got a fresh mug and followed Miller into the meeting
room.

Gaige, Jace, and Nate were sitting,
talking, smoking, trying to figure out what the fuck to do for the day. Gaige
stood and pointed to a map.


I
say we circle around and keep our presence known,

he said.

We

ll pinch something.


I

m just ready to ride and fight,

Nate said. He cracked his
knuckles.

I want this shit
…”


Gentlemen,

Miller said.

Give myself and Jett a few
minutes to talk.

Jace stood and turned, facing Jett.
He bumped his chest into Jett

s.

Whoops.


How

d you sleep, Jace? Alone?
Thinking of the woman I fucked?


You
didn

t fuck her,

Jace said.


Want
to smell my dick and find out? Better yet

smell my breath
…”

Jace pushed forward and Miller was
right there to keep the fight from happening.

Sounds
good, guys. Jace, fuck off for now. If you

re
hungry, there

s eggs,
bacon, and pussy out there.

Gaige, Nate, and Jace left the
room.

Miller kicked at Gaige

s chair and then pointed.

Sit. Talk.

Jett sat and drank some coffee.
Hot, bitter, perfect.

About?

Miller smiled.

You know who made this table,
Jett?


No
fucking clue. Some guy in a foreign country looking for dinner?


Probably.
But I mean

the size. The
people. Does it make sense?


Why
does it matter to me?

Miller nodded.

I wish there was more room. For
guys like you. Just because you

re
on the outside of this room and don

t
get to hear the gavel doesn

t
mean I don

t value your
opinions.


Lucky
for you,

Jett said,

the walls aren

t that thick. I can hear the
gavel.

Now Miller laughed.

Fair enough then. I

ll cut to the root. Who the fuck
is the woman in your bed?


Lena.


Why
was she covered in blood?

Jett was instantly uncomfortable.
He moved in his seat and said,

That

s the part I

m going to figure out next.


So
you brought her here covered in blood and then

fucked her?


She
was passed out on my ride. Cops were on their way thanks to Blaine, so I had to
make a split second decision.


Dropping
her on the ground wasn

t one?


It
was. But I wanted to know

who she was. Why she was on my ride.


You
think it was a message?


Maybe.
Thought at first she was piss drunk. So I got her off my ride and I saw the
blood.


Not
hers though?


Not
at all. I took the shirt off and checked her body.


So
I

ve heard.


It

s not like that, Miller,

Jett said.

I

m
not Blaine. She woke up. She was disoriented. I told her who I was. She seemed
like she was getting it all together. Then she started up and I wasn

t going to stop it.


I
don

t blame you,

Miller said.


So
I fucked her. Then I cleaned myself up and she was back asleep. I was coming
out of the room to grab a bite, some coffee, and then go wake her ass up and
find out what the fuck is going on.


And
when you find out

I mean,
what

s the deal?


Depends.
I

m always on the side of
caution.


You
mean paranoia.


Yeah.

Miller leaned forward.

Christ, Jett, you can

t tie your life together like
that. Not every bad thing is somehow connected. A chick got into a fight or
something and was left on your ride. Or maybe her old man smacked her around a
little. I mean, what does it have to do with us?

Jett could pull twenty reasons out
of his ass, but staring into Miller

s
strong and defiant eyes, he knew the President of Back Down Devil MC was right.
The club didn

t need to get
into the middle of anything else right now. There was enough going on with the
day to day operations of the MC and now the brewing war with whoever fucking
bombed the compound and tried to take out Erik.


Yeah,
I got it,

Jett said.

Look, I

ll talk to her. Get her out of here. No heat on us.


There

s always heat on us,

Miller said.

I just want her the fuck gone.
Bloody shirt, sweet pussy and all. Okay?

Jett stood up. He nodded.

Yeah.


Hey,

Miller said. He lifted his
coffee mug.

I

m glad you scored yourself
something fun though. I can tell by the look on your face it was good pussy.
You

ve been needing that
for sometime now, Jett. Now get her the fuck out of here.

Jett walked to the end of the table
and then stopped.

Miller.
If she

s getting smacked
around
…”


Yeah?


What
if I can

t just toss her
aside

put her right back
into harm

s way
…”


There

s harm everywhere right now,

Miller said.

We can make a phone call or two
and get her some help.


If
the guy is connected
…”


Are
you in love with her, Jett?


What?
No. I fucking said two words to her.


Good,

Miller said.

Then this shouldn

t be this hard.

That was the final word in the
conversation.

Jett left the room and went to the
bar. He got a plate of food, a refill on his coffee, and he set his sights back
on the damn room. Everything Miller had said was completely right and true.
Lena wasn

t his fucking
problem. She wasn

t a Back
Down Devil MC problem either. She was some chick that was drunk, or beat up, or
whatever.

When he got to the door, it opened
and Blaine stood there.


What
the fuck are you doing?

Jett asked.


Checking
on sleeping beauty,

he
said.

She wake up at all?


Why?


She

s awake right now, man,

Blaine said.


Really?

Jett asked. He started to push
by Blaine.

What did she
say
…”


Yeah,
that

s the problem,

Blaine said.


It

s my problem, whatever it is.
Just fuck off for now, man, okay?


You

re digging this chick. I love
it. Must be good pussy between those legs of hers, huh?


What
the fuck
…”


I
lifted the shirt. Had a little peek. That

s
smooth

like a good scotch.


Blaine,

Jett growled.


I

m out,

Blaine said and lifted his hands.

I

m
out, I

m out, I

m out. Take it easy, man. Don

t do anything stupid with this.

Jett went into the room and saw
Lena sitting up. Her hair was a little messy and it drove Jett wild. He took
the food and coffee to the nightstand and then crouched down a little. He
touched Lena

s shoulder and
she quickly shook him away.


What

s wrong?

he asked.

Lena looked at him. She looked
around the room again. Then she looked at the food.

What is that?


Food,

Jett said.

Coffee.


Can
I have some coffee?


Yeah,
take it.

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