Falling For Crazy (Moroad Motorcycle Club) (19 page)

Her smile.

Her eyes laughing.

Her hand fluttering at her shoulder when she spoke to the others.

Her breasts rising and falling with the acceleration of her pulse.

Enjoying the connection, he backed away from the fire. Lost in her head instead of his own, he needed to mask his reaction.

He turned around and gazed out into the woods. Hidden from view, he smiled.

"Jacko, pay attention," Cam ordered.

He blew out his breath, schooled his features, and walked back to the fire. The facade harder to hold in place, he kept his gaze off Amy.

"Besides the three occupied rooms and the kitchen, we've got three other rooms at the motel that are good enough to house recently released Moroad members." Cam put his boot up on an upturned log.

"An available room don't mean shit when none of our guys are walking out of prison for at least six months." Gunner slapped at his bare shoulder wiping the squashed gnat from his palm on his jeans. "Any chance of Ring getting out early from his sentence?"

Cam shook his head. "Ring is fine inside, which brings me to the information Pretaro gave me yesterday."

To hide his reaction to a message coming from the members inside the Cyclone fence, Jacko sat down on the damp grass, bent his knees, and propped his arms straight out. He flapped his hands, keeping his gaze on the motion.

"The Rules Infraction Board has changed their mind about segregating the prisoners." Cam lit a cigarette and continued. "As of yesterday, our brothers got shifted around to different cells, different floors, and are once again mixed with Reds, Blues, Los Li, and the skinheads. That means it's more important now than ever before to protect the extortion money. Pressure will mount on the inside. Moroad members are going to face more danger and hostility. We need to do what we can on the outside to make sure any of the other gangs making a desperate move know we have enough man power to keep our control on the inside. As of right now, we only have twenty-two members on the outside. The remaining one hundred and seventy-one members are incarcerated."

"Who did we lose?" Stache cupped his elbow and pulled on the end of his mustache with the other hand.

"Blues killed Rocky out in the yard in a scuffle instigated by Moroad—there will be no retaliation. Rocky started the fight. The other one was Cameron. He sliced his own throat last week after receiving life." Cam gripped his elevated knee and massaged the area.

Jacko noted Cam's attention often settled on his bum leg lately when business was being discussed. Stache soaked in the information, processing it patiently. Gunner, despite being the vice president, was never enlightened about club business outside of the meeting. Jacko turned his head, rubbed his chin with his shoulder, and watched the others.

Bear gazed into the fire. Johnson couldn't keep his attention on the meeting. Instead, he thought about pussy and eyed the women huddled together. Jacko sprang to his feet and in the process found Merk smoking a cigarette, his eyes on Cam, a frown on his face. As the ex-vice president, Merk formed his own plan on what he'd do for the club, even though he had no power to move everyone.

"Jacko?" Cam said.

He lifted his gaze. "Yeah, Prez?"

"Your turn." Cam stepped away from his place at the fire.

Jacko rubbed his hands together and stepped forward. "See the woman over there with the red hair?"

A murmured yeah went through the men. Jacko pointed at the group of women and smiled. "Do you see the one who keeps looking at me?"

"Yeah, man. We got it." Johnson laughed. "Amy's your woman."

In a flash, Jacko pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Johnson's head. "Repeat that."

Johnson's hands came up and he stepped back. "Whoa, Jacko...brother."

"Repeat what you said," he said on a growl.

"Amy's your woman." Sweat broke out across Johnson's forehead.

Jacko swung the pistol around the fire and grinned as the men jumped back out of his aim. "Did everyone understand me? She's mine. You touch her, I'll kill you. You do anything to upset her, I'll kill you twice. I don't want anyone outside of the club looking, talking, touching, or thinking about her. She belongs to me. Each of you protect her as if you were protecting me, because if something happens to her, it happens to me."

"I think they understand." Cam swung his arm in front of him. "Now, put away the fucking gun before you kill us all."

Jacko slipped the pistol back underneath his belt, pulled out the bag of weed from his back pocket, and threw it on the fire. "Meeting's over."

Bear dove for the flames and snatched the bag out with his bare hands. "Son of a bitch."

It was final. Amy could never leave him. Marked by Moroad, she belonged to him, the club, and to the world that unsettled her.

Amy stood at the edge of the grass with her hands at her sides. Three yards away from her, he stopped. He stared into her eyes. She'd overheard everything, and because she failed to understand what went down, he needed to inform her of the changes.

"Now, you're in," he said.

She turned around, grabbed two beers out of the cooler, and returned to him. "Then, I guess we should celebrate."

He hooked her neck and kissed her thoroughly. She held on to him and returned tongue thrust for tongue thrust. His cock pulsed in response. Yeah, they had some partying to do.

J
acko rolled Amy over in bed. She groaned as her head protested the movement. She felt all six beers, two shots, and hacking her way through one joint that she'd consumed last night.

The feel good moment was quickly followed by sex in their room and her falling asleep.  She pressed her hand to her forehead. One thing was certain, she no longer believed she'd missed out on partying when she was twenty-one years old when other people were drinking, smoking, and hooking up. She preferred a normal buzz from a couple of drinks over blank spots in her memory and feeling like shit the next morning.

Warmth and a soothing caress swept over her sex. Her legs widened and she stretched on top of the bed in pleasure. She kept her eyes closed and went with the comfort Jacko provided between her legs. Focused and languishing, the drinking demons inside her head settled.

He licked, plunged, and lavished her pussy. She raised her hips, seeking to capture the hangover cure he provided. He caught her clit between his lips, rolled the tiny bud with his tongue. Instead of wasting the day away moaning about a hangover, she greedily needed more pleasure to feel halfway human. And, she needed the cure now.

Jacko moaned against her, sending a current of pulses from deep inside of her surging through her body. She reached down and fisted Jacko's hair, pushing him against her. She wanted all the feelings.

Feelings that had lived dormant while she'd survived life on her own.

Feelings only Jacko gave her.

Feelings that only validated her position in a lifestyle that was foreign and scary.

She tugged on his hair. "Jacko?"

He moved up her body, wiping his face on his arm and settled between her legs. "Feeling better?"

"No." She rubbed his chest, his shoulders, and grabbed onto his heavily tattooed neck. "I need more."

He sucked in his breath. "More cock?"

She shook her head.

"More mouth?" He gazed down at her breasts.

She tightened her hold on his neck. "No."

He frowned. "What do you need?"

"Just you." She gasped as he slid inside of her. "More of you."

That's when he gave her everything. Between sucking on her breasts, thrusting and withdrawing and stroking inside of her, he gazed into her eyes. She locked on and the thrill of him giving her his concentration, his attention, and his sanity, she lost control.

He explored her mouth, kissing her hard. His tongue reconnoitered her lips. First a lick, then a nip.

He growled. Her pussy tightened and grew wetter. The sloppy sound of sex filled the room.

His dependency on her touch came through his gaze, begging her to hold on and not give up on him. In return, she held his face and silently promised him she'd give him everything she had if only he stayed with her.

How had they found what both of them needed in each other after everything they'd been through?

Sarah brought Jacko into her life, and her death changed them. Maybe they were both a little crazy to believe what was happening was right.

"Amy," he said on an exhale.

Her eyes wanted to close. She panted as he took her higher.

He swiped her lower lip with his tongue. "Stay with me."

She blinked rapidly and focused. "I'm here."

Her hands shook, and she found the strength to hold his head back, making contact with him again. His forehead wrinkled in concentration. A fine layer of sweat glistened his skin. Her thighs tightened around his hips, reaching, grasping.

"Now," she said, crumbling around him in pleasure. Her mouth opened, and a low moan escaped as her orgasm rolled through her.

"Fuck," he muttered.

His pelvis erratically pumped against her, driving his cock deeply inside of her, until he groaned and planted himself skin to skin, holding himself rigid. She stared into his eyes. The emotional rawness reflected in his eyes. She blinked to dispel the film of tears blocking her vision.

She'd seen something so haunting, so alive, so internal in his eyes, she wanted to ask him what he was thinking.

He lowered himself to his elbows, holding his weight off her, and putting his mouth on her neck. "Gave you what I have, Momma," he whispered.

She turned her head, kissed him behind his ear, and dug her fingers into his back, knowing as soon as he left her body he'd slip back into the position of playing a role to protect himself.

For a few minutes, he'd shed the hurt, the insecurities, the damage he refused to hand over to her and gave her everything. She was greedy enough to want to hold on to him for a little while longer before he allowed himself to hold back from her.

Much later, after she'd pulled herself from the bed, showered, and dressed, Amy stood in the motel room that housed the kitchen appliances and the new washer and dryer. Merk, Bear, and Jacko walked out into the front parking lot and left her alone.

Through the sliding door, she watched Jacko. Nervous energy bounced through him from the moment he'd stood from the bed earlier and went to help install the new appliances. He chatted non-stop with the guys while she handed them tools. The men barely noticed her in the same room, everyone's thoughts on something more important she wasn't permitted to know.

No one questioned Jacko's talkative behavior. She couldn't understand why not. They were his friends, his MC brothers. They'd known him longer than she had.

Jacko looked at his cell phone, turned, spotted her watching, and danced away from the men and returned to the room.

"Hey." He slid the door closed, pulling the drapes shut. Then he approached her and grabbed her hips. "I need to run an errand. Merk and Bear are staying here with you. When you're done putting in a load of laundry, they'll escort you across the parking lot to our room."

She ran her hand over the patch on his vest. "Where are you going?"

He leaned in closer. "Just out."

She tilted her head and fisted the jean material, forcing him lower. "Don't go."

"I need to," he said.

Disappointment filled her. Lately, the errands that always took him away from her in the beginning had slowed down. It had been ten days since he'd left her bed in the middle of the night. Not once had he ever taken off in the afternoon when it was still daylight and left her alone.

"Jacko...?" She let her head fall forward until his chest braced her forehead. "I know you're trying, but when you leave me without any explanation, it changes everything. You come back even more detached and keep to yourself."

He took her hand and lowered it to his crotch. She raised her gaze to his face as his erection grew. "You feel that?"

She nodded.

"That's yours. It's how you make me feel when I'm with you. I leave, and I'm dead inside like a limp dick. Don't second guess what you do to me or how I react around you. You doubt it, then feel it. That's yours."

She glanced at the closed curtain behind him and squeezed him. "I'll never stop needing you. Not what you give me through sex, but you."

His hand went to the back of her neck. His fingers traveled up into her hair. He wrapped the curls around his fist and brought her full attention back to him. "I need to go, but you take what you need from me. Take it all, because where I'm going, I don't need to feel or think."

Her brows tightened.

He backed her up to the fridge, boxing her in. He captured her lips, showing her the way. She tasted and took, forcing him deeper, harder, faster, wanting to hold on to the sane part of him, afraid the insane part of him would someday win.

"Jacko," she said on a moan.

He growled against her lips. She reached the bottom of his T-shirt and slid her fingers underneath against his warm skin. He'd told her his solid body was hers for the taking, even though sex was not the reason she was with him. She'd take sex with him because she was desperate to hold on to him.

His harsh breath, racing heart, and fierceness a reminder that he tried to give her everything when she asked and his daily struggle to keep his mind on her. She loved how he encompassed her. She loved how he overpowered her. She loved how he gave her the strength to go on past the latest circumstances shaping her life. As if a brighter future together filled with a million tiny moments hovered on the horizon if she held onto him tight enough.

Jacko nudged his thigh between her legs. She pressed against him. Pleasure shot up her spine, and she moved against the friction.

He kissed his way down her jaw to her neck. His tongue left warm shivers in his path. Her hand trailed down his stomach and behind his belt buckle. She wrapped her fingers around his hard cock.

He pulled back, undid his belt, and unfastened his jeans, pushing them to his thighs. He removed a condom from his wallet and rolled the protection on his hardness. "I can't fuck you with your shorts on."