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“Huh?”

He glared at her and she shook her head, dropping the pretense that she hadn’t heard his question.

“Did Mortician?”

Another head shake and a mumbled, “no.”

“Then speak your damn mind, Kendall. You have a fucking brain. Use it.”

“Spoon hurt me,” she whispered, tears lurking in her eyes. Her fast, furious blinks kept them at bay, but Johnnie saw her hurt and fear. And anger, which was good.

Spoon
hurt
her? If that was true, Johnnie was going to rip Spoon’s fucking dick off followed by the rest of the asshole’s extremities. “You’re his girlfriend. Why should I believe you? You were doing whatever at my club for him.”

Her entire body drooped and he thought she’d sink to the floor. “I’m his ex-girlfriend. And he did hurt me. The day after you made love to me. I f-failed…” her voice trailed off and she swallowed. “Him,” she finished after another hesitation. “He came to my office and beat me. He choked me with his cock and stuck his gun barrel inside of me and made me believe he’d pull the trigger.” She had begun to tremble like she was keeping herself together by a bare thread. Then he licked me until I had an orgasm,” she finished in a small voice.

The buzzing in Johnnie’s head threatened to explode into white-hot fury. But
she
didn’t need to see that side of him right now. She needed comfort and she needed to feel safe. It didn’t escape Johnnie, though, that the atrocities the soon-to-be departed from this earth Spoon had committed was some type of punishment. Because she’d failed. He worked out the timeline in his head.

Pure conjecture on his part, but if that bug food she’d dated went to her office the day
after
she’d first visited the club, then that meant she had been sent to the club to gather information.

Swiping at her cheeks, Kendall straightened her spine and shrugged. “As to a baby, I wasn’t insinuating anything,” she snapped, “since I never said I was pregnant.”

He’d give her a pass right now on explaining anything else, so she could gather her composure. But he had a million questions and he intended to get answers to each and every one of them. Now, though, he went with the conversation she’d returned to, spurred by the panicked plea in her eyes. He understood she wouldn’t be able to handle anything else right now. “Are you?” he repeated with surprising patience, considering he was a hare’s breath from grabbing his Glock, getting on his Harley and going to shoot the fuck out of Spoon.

He adjusted his position on the seat to lessen the pressure in his balls and cock. “If you’re pregnant, you’re putting an innocent baby at risk.”

“You don’t know the reasons for what I’ve done.”

“Then tell me, Kendall.”

“Why should I? You’re Logan Donovan’s grandson. Who’s to say you aren’t his mirror image?”

Her statement hung in the air. She hadn’t confirmed his assumptions about her pregnancy, but she hadn’t fucking denied them either. That pissed him off all the more. He was angry with her that she’d accused him of being like fucking Logan. He was angry because Mortician had seen her body. Angry because she would’ve fucked any one of them the night she’d been sent to seduce Christopher. And he was fucking furious because he suspected she
was
pregnant. Now whether she’d gotten knocked up before she’d first visited the club or after, he didn’t like it one little bit. Simply because he seemed destined to pick on women who’d never fully belong to him. “I don’t give a fuck about your reasons. You brought your ass to my club to fuck Outlaw. Fucked me instead. Showed up again, out of the fucking blue to fuck over us God knows how many different ways to be loyal to Spoon. Whom I can’t fucking stand, by the way. If he suddenly burst into flames from spontaneous combustion, I wouldn’t piss on him to put him the fuck out and save his miserable life.”

Instead of addressing anything he’d said, she held out her hands in supplication. “We can figure out a plan. Together.” She stepped a tad closer to him and licked her lips. Again. Not answering a goddamn thing. Just allowing everything to hang in the air and fester.

He glowered at her, her pink mouth ripe for plunder. Doing his best to ignore her so near him and fucking nearly naked, he asked tightly, “A plan for what? The only plan
I
need to figure out is what the fuck you know already and how have you used it thus far.”

He grit his teeth at the signal his dick was sending to his brain.
Brain? What fucking brain?

“You and I—“

In frustration, Johnnie jumped to his feet and pounded his fist on the counter. “There is no fucking you and I.”

“Johnnie—“

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear whatever the hell you have to say. I’m going to order food for us right now. Tomorrow, I’m going to my office. Meanwhile, I’ll show you to your room and leave you the fuck alone.” And get away from the hunted, haunted look in her brown eyes. Not that he gave a fuck how lost and alone she seemed. Because he damn well didn’t.

Kendall’s mouth tightened and hurt flickered in her eyes, but she nodded, not protesting his harsh tone. “Where’s your office?” she spat at him. “Some back room at the local bar?”

Johnnie glowered at her and walked to her, crowding her against the counter. “You’re hilarious, Kendall.”

Golden flecks blended in the brown of her irises and the lightest of freckles dusted her nose. Her tongue darted out and she licked her plump lips, inviting him to taste her mouth. He thrust his erection against her and she groaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. She attempted to kiss him but he turned his head away and her soft lips pressed against his jaw instead. He cupped her pussy, the heat of her searing him through her pretty pink boy shorts. Suckling her earlobe and satisfied at her soft sigh, he rubbed her, slipping his fingers into her panties and rubbing her clit. He dragged his tongue around the shell of her ear, caressing her unable to deny either of them skin-to-skin contact.

So it might’ve been fucked up he was fucking her considering how fucked up his head was. But he needed to have a little peace. He had nowhere to go with his feelings for Megs and he felt like tearing the place apart in anger and frustration.

Jesus, he had a serious fucking head problem. Because he
felt
something for Kendall.

His lips hovered above her, tantalizing her with the prospect that he’d cover her mouth with his. Using two fingers, he massaged her pussy, teasing one of her breasts with his forearm. She threw her head back, met his gaze, hers hazy and dark.

“We’re going to screw, Kendall. Nothing more. Kissing is for lovers and you are not, nor will you
ever
be that to me.” So he insisted, ignoring the fact that she drew him to her

She moaned at his rough words and he increased the pressure of his fingers.

“You’re going to come for me like this. While I’m rubbing your pussy, then I’m going to pull your panties down, take my cock out and slip it into you, and fuck you right here while we’re standing up.”

Her legs began to tremble and he chuckled, angry as hell with her, but wanting inside of her. He increased the pressure of his fingers and bent his head, licking the pulse point at the base of her neck. She clutched his shoulders as if she held on for dear life. Her breathing went shallow and she cried out, shaking in his arms. Without asking permission, he turned her, positioning her back to his front.

His arm around her waist, he yanked her panties off. “Lift up on your toes,” he ordered, unzipping his pants and jerking his dick out. She stood on tiptoe. He bent his knees, ever so slightly, and lowered his hips, aligning his cock at her slick entrance and inserting the tip. She moaned and he straightened to his full height, penetrating her completely.

He throbbed inside of her and tangled his hand in her hair. “Lower yourself back down, gorgeous,” he instructed, her uncertainty surprising him. He bit her shoulder and began moving inside her when she followed his directions. “You like dick, don’t you, Kendall?”

She nodded and he thrust into her harder, her body like hot satin around him. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her in place and control her. She leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder. Johnnie shoved the cup of her bra down and pinched her taut nipple.

“Come for me,” he demanded and she complied, as if she needed to hear his voice to push her over the edge. She screamed his name and he grunted, pulling out of her. Cum jetted from him, raining onto her back and buttocks and dripping onto the floor.

She made him come completely undone and if he hadn’t been careful, he might’ve lost himself inside of her and spilled himself before withdrawing. Drawing in deep drafts of air, he tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped up. Kendall leaned against the counter, breathing hard, her glistening pussy tempting him to his knees.

He buried his face against her and ran his tongue along her seam before spearing it inside of her to tongue-fuck her and finger her clit.

“Please, please, please,” she screamed.

He wiggled his tongue against the heat of her entrance, pinching her clit, her short gasps and moans his reward. She bounced against his lips and fingers, the tremble traveling through her body vibrating against his mouth as she came. Showing her no mercy, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and stood up, lifting her along with him, lapping her clit until she pounded against the counter and cried his name, begged him to stop.

Setting her on her feet, he pulled his head away slowly, tucking an arm around her waist to hold her up while she recovered from her orgasms. When she did, she faced him and searched his face, combed her fingers through his hair, thumbed his lips still glistening with her juices. She leaned in.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want to taste my pussy on your mouth.”

Johnnie clenched his jaw and backed away from her. She looked and sounded so vulnerable and he could almost forget her actions from the moment they’d met, the way she’d tried to fuck Outlaw and so easily replaced him when his cousin shoved her away. Right now, Kendall seemed like a defenseless woman, her body and emotions exposed and weak. To him. For him.

He closed his eyes, almost giving in to the temptation of her words and her plump mouth. But he couldn’t. For him, kissing was an intimate act, more personal than fucking, dick sucking, or pussy eating. To him, those things were about prurience and base pleasure. Not kissing. Tasting the sweetness of his partner’s mouth, breathing in her scent, swallowing her cries and whimpers.

Sighing, he gazed at her, unable to stop himself from caressing her jaw when he saw her flushed cheeks and darkened eyes. “Get dressed.”
She doesn’t have clothes, asshole.

Jerking his shirt open, he shrugged out of it and helped her into it before buttoning it. Guilt piled on top of everything else for fucking her.

Angry, he pushed her away, although the reason for the new anger was pointless. He should fuck up Mortician.
He
was the fucking brainiac who’d removed Kendall’s clothes. “Thank you for providing me with free pussy. Don’t have to work for it. Hand you bullshit on a platter to get in your panties. You’re at my mercy, my willing captive.”

She flinched and Johnnie ignored the remorse at his unnecessarily harsh words.

“You think I want to be here? I have a life,” she said on an angry sob. Her breasts rose and fell in agitation. “I have a life,” she repeated to convince herself, he suspected. The past few days she’d seemed so
lifeless.
“I have a career.”

“You
had
a life and you
had
a career. A
law
career. How could I forget the bullshit reason you gave for seeking me out this time.” Johnnie’s body was sated, so his self-righteous indignation returned and made him want to yank his dick off…well, no, he wasn’t
that
angry. “Unless I blow up the entire fucking clubhouse and kill every asshole Torpedo alive,
you
will be marked as responsible for getting Spoon killed.”

“That isn’t true. I…he can’t die. Please. You can’t kill him.”

“I owe you fuck all, Kendall. You’re my fucking prisoner. Nothing more.”

“And that’s it. I get it. Believe me, I do.” The passion flushing her skin turned to ire, matching the fury in her eyes.

Although Johnnie was angry with her, he was glad to see the spark return to her. That meant she felt safe with him. She knew, somewhere inside of her, that no matter what she said to him, he’d never put his hands on her and would kill anyone who dared to touch her.

“No one sees
ME
,” she continued on a snarl. “Men see a sex object. Spoon sees me as a possession.”

Spoon was the absolute last fucking grave mite she should’ve mentioned. He lost all reason, his anger deepening when he licked his lips and found her taste still there and in his mouth. “And that matters how? People see whatever you present to them. You’ve shown me and my brothers a traitorous, whorish bitch.”

A murderous light entered her eyes and she slapped him across his cheek. “You bastard.”

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it?” he spat, merciless. His jaw stung. He couldn’t keep his fucking dick in his pants with her. Spoon had fucking hurt her. And
she
said assfuck saw her as a
possession.
“You’re looking for sympathy? You’re not getting it from me. We all have problems. Pain. Heartache.”

The wounded, frightened Kendall returned. The defeated Kendall he wanted to protect, not roar in frustration at.

Clenching his hands at his sides to keep from running his fists through the walls, Johnnie turned away. He wasn’t in the mood for conversation or food and almost wished he’d left Kendall in Mortician’s hands to let him discover the truth and decide her fate.

At least his dick wouldn’t remain in a stone hard state of arousal. Neither would his brain be in a solid state of confusion.

Chapter 14

Awakening to the sound of gentle rain, Kendall blinked, her head pounding, the events of yesterday rushing back to her. After Johnnie left her, she’d sat and waited for his return, her mind in turmoil at how much she’d revealed. How angry she’d gotten and hadn’t bothered to hide it. What she was hiding, though, was her panic. Or so she believed. She
knew
she could only focus on one crisis at a time. Sitting alone in her bedroom, she’d focused fully on Caroline. If Spoon couldn’t find Kendall, he’d hurt Caroline. She’d been right there, at his mercy, and he’d hurt her.