Overdosed: Fury's Storm MC (15 page)

“Yeah, something like that.” I thought the case might have been that the girl was too drunk to say anything, but I didn’t share my thought. The last thing I wanted to do was start a fight. The truth was, joking around was better than staring at the ceiling in silence, feeling like a fool.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Better than fine.” I blushed.

“Yeah, you sounded like you were better than fine.”

“Why are you asking, then?” I glared at him.

“I just wanted to be sure. A gentleman asks things like that.”

I laughed. “Who told you that?” I rolled over to face him.

“I read it.”

“In
Playboy
?”

“
Penthouse
.” We both laughed. I couldn’t believe we could laugh together after acting like animals. That was what we were, too. A couple of rutting animals. We didn’t make love. We fucked, putting it bluntly. And I loved it. I wondered who I was turning into. It didn’t make sense that I would become a new person just because I stayed with the club for a few days. Maybe I had always been the girl who liked it from behind. I just hadn’t known it until I met Lance.

I sighed, stretching. My body was still in a state of bliss, still trembling every so often with delicious little aftershocks. All the stress I had felt seemed like a thing of the past. I didn’t usually feel so good even after a strenuous workout.

“We both needed that,” he muttered, also stretching. “We were too tense.”

“You were tense. I was just fine.” He squinted at me, mouth curled in a snide smile.

“If that was you being relaxed, when you almost bit my head off, I’d hate to see you when you’re tense.”

I had to chuckle to spite myself. “Okay. Maybe I was a little stressed.”

“Yeah. That’s more like it.” He rolled onto his side. We were face-to-face. I could feel his breath on my face. He grinned. “You’ll have to let me know the next time you feel stressed. You know, stress is really bad for the body. It can make you sick, even.”

“Oh, it can?”

“Yeah. All kinds of bad shit. I heard it on the news once. It can give you heart disease and high blood pressure and make it tough to sleep. You can’t get anything done when you’re stressed either.” I felt his hand rest on my hip. That was all he did—at first.

“That’s true. And when you can’t get anything done, you can get even more stressed out.” I moved a little closer to him. “You’re a pretty busy guy. You need to be able to do things.”

“You, too. I don’t know how you do your job. You must get stressed out all the time.” His hand slid around my waist. I felt his growing erection against my belly.

“I do. It’s very stressful. I get a little tense just thinking about it.” Crap, what was I doing? Was I really falling into his arms again? I couldn’t stop myself. It felt too good to give in. His hand danced over my skin, from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. I sighed, closing my eyes, tilting my head back. His mouth found my throat, and his tongue licked a long, slow trail along my neck.

“Yeah…I think we should both de-stress as much as possible. Every opportunity.” I gasped when he lifted one of my legs to wrap it around his hip, leaving me exposed to his fingers. They moved through my cleft, gliding through my slickness. Soft moans came from me, moans which I muffled by pressing my mouth to Lance’s shoulder. When he found my button, I gripped his arm with all my might.

“Yes…yes…” I threw my head back again, resting it on the pillow. He turned me slightly, so I was on my back with him stretched out over me. My leg still wrapped around his hip, he played with me, driving me crazy with little flicks of his fingers, then pushing me higher when he rubbed his thumb along my throbbing clit.

“You like that?” he whispered, grinning.

I answered with a kiss, my tongue sweeping across his lips before touching his. He groaned, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, then biting gently. I gasped, but loved it. The pleasure only intensified.

“Yes…I love it…” I was flying, soaring. Every touch was magic, making me burn with passion I didn’t know I could feel. It was like when he first kissed me, or when he kissed me earlier, beside the bed. All it took was that one bit of contact, and I was lost. I was his, to do with as he pleased.

His thumb still circled my clit, and I felt pressure at my entrance. Then I gasped with new pleasure as his fingers slid inside me, two at a time. He pumped them in and out, and I rode his hand with abandon. I didn’t care how it looked or who it made me. I gave myself over to the sensation, letting it grow inside me until it overtook me and I was a gasping, shuddering wreck.

He didn’t stop, though. Instead, he curled his fingers and massaged me from the inside, making me scream before I bit down on his shoulder to contain the sound. I couldn’t believe it—my body writhed and bucked. I lost control, drowning under wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure. Somewhere in there, I came again, then again. It was like one long, endless orgasm. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. I could only feel.

Finally, I convulsed once, twice, then collapsed against the bed. I couldn’t take anymore, and he sensed it. His fingers left me, and I whimpered as I felt them slide out. I was weak, trembling, unable to believe what had just happened.

Still he wasn’t finished. He picked up my legs, one on either side of his head. His massive length slide back and forth in my slit, gliding along as his hand had just done. I whimpered and mewled like a kitten, torn between feeling like I couldn’t take anymore and wanting everything he could give me.

“Do you want it?” he asked, teasing me.

I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, his eyes blazing. Something inside me responded to that, and there was nothing I could do except say yes. Yes, I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, all over me, all at once. Always.

He pushed forward, parting me, sinking into me. I gasped, fingers digging into his unyielding biceps. It was so good, so sweet. The way he filled me up. The way he rocked me, body and soul. I went with it, rocking with him, riding him as he rode me. I pushed my legs against his chest, using them for leverage as I worked along with him. He grunted, slamming hard and fast into me. No slow grinding now, no teasing, no building us both up. He wanted to take me. I wanted to be taken.

“Yes…yes…Lance…do it…” I grunted with every thrust, our bodies slamming together. The pressure started to build, going from my core throughout the rest of my body. Faster, faster, until I shook all over from the release. He still went, on and on, pounding himself into me until I didn’t think I could take more. Then he stopped suddenly, tensing, shuddering. I watched as he came, fascinated, knowing it was possible to make a man like him lose control. I felt powerful, almost.

“Oh shit…” he groaned as he slipped from me and collapsed beside me.

I ran my hand over his back, half dead myself.

“No workout ever did that for me,” I murmured, chuckling.

“I hope not,” he groaned into the pillow. “Then again, it could make gyms more popular.”

I laughed, still trying to catch my breath for the second time that afternoon.

Once we quieted down, he turned onto his back. His near-black hair was tangled, falling over his forehead. I brushed it back. He grinned, looking at me with half-closed eyes. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t have to. He only needed to hold out his arms to me, and I sank into them. Before I knew it, I was sliding into sleep.

Lance

I held her in my arms, staring at the ceiling. I never felt so torn between being glad something finally happened and wishing it had never happened.

She was asleep, or else doing a really good job of pretending to be. She didn’t move at all, just breathed in and out slowly. Her head was on my chest. It was a good weight. It felt right.

It was so wrong. I hated myself for it. She was a good person. She didn’t need to get mixed up in my bullshit.

I couldn’t help myself. It seemed like we were supposed to do it. Ever since I first saw her, everything we did and said was leading up to it. Like breathing. I didn’t even have to think about it, just do it. That was what being with her was like.

I wondered if she felt the same way. I hoped she wasn’t one of the types who would want to stick around just because we slept together. That was the last thing I needed. Just because I had a kid didn’t mean I wanted to sit around being a family man. That wasn’t me.

Life had a funny way of changing fast. One day I was just me. Then I had a kid. Now there was a woman in my bed who I liked. I wouldn’t mind getting to know her better.

Then I looked at what I was about to do, and any sort of smile left my face. I was going to go after the woman I thought I liked years ago. Rae was a good person back then. She was like me—a little broken from a shitty family life, but she was a sweet girl. I saw a lot of her in Gigi, actually. I hadn’t thought about it before. She was patient, a good listener. We used to spend a lot of time just talking about life. She had a good heart. She was always the first one to reach out to somebody when they were having a hard time, or when they needed something.

What happened to her? The needle. Just one try, just to see if she liked it or not. I told her I didn’t want her to do it—I was younger then, and I thought I could tell my woman what to do. It only pissed her off and made her want to do it more. So she did. That was it. She was hooked from then on.

She had tried to pretend like she wasn’t. She had tried to hide it from me. There was no way to hide it since she was a totally different person on it than she was before. She used to be sharp, funny, she had energy. After she used she was like a shadow of that person. She didn’t care about anything or anybody. She would sit and stare into space—or worse, she would pretend everything was fine. She would try to act straight, the way drunk people tried to act sober. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so fucking sad.

I couldn’t help her. I finally figured that out after around five or six months. I couldn’t make her stop. Only she could. She would be okay for a week or two, then go back to it. I couldn’t live like that. I guessed she must’ve stopped after she found out about Gigi—the kid seemed fine, which was something I would always be grateful for. She had done the right thing, at least.

Jamie moved a little, and I stayed still to see whether she would wake up. She did. And she jumped up when she remembered where she was.

“Oh crap.” She looked down at me.

“Oh crap? What?”

She blushed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out like that.”

“I hope not.” I frowned. Was she gonna be weird like that from then on?

She looked around the room, then back at me. “Uh, should I go?”

“If you want to.” I shrugged.

“Do you want me to?”

I sighed. “If I wanted you to, I wouldn’t still be here with you. Would I?”

“I guess not?”

“Is that a question?” I grinned at the way she smirked at me. That was more like it.

She lay down on her side, facing me. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Nah. You were only asleep for a little while, anyway. It’s not that late.”

“But you wanted to get some rest. I’m sorry.”

I chuckled. “If it were that important for me to get some sleep, I wouldn’t have pulled you in here with me. Right?” I looked over at her, and she blushed again.

“I guess not.”

“You didn’t seem to mind that I did.”

“If I minded, I wouldn’t have stayed. I would have kneed you in the balls, probably.”

I winced. “Thank God, then. But, ya know, if you ever feel like you wanna do that…don’t. Okay?”

Jamie giggled. “Okay. Point taken.” She pulled the blankets tight around herself, tucked under her arm. “Would it be too painfully cliché if I asked what you were thinking about when I was asleep?”

“Not too painful. Just a little.”

“So? What were you thinking about?”

I frowned and rolled over to face her. “It’ll sound corny.”

“So what? I won’t laugh. I won’t even judge you.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Come on.” She smiled. “Tell me.”

“I was thinking about Rae.” I watched as her face changed.

“Not a good move, telling a woman you were thinking about another woman right after you had sex.”

I put my face in my pillow so the rest of the house wouldn’t hear me laughing. “I’m sorry,” I said with chuckle. “I didn’t mean it that way. God, you always find some way to be pissed at me.”

“Why were you thinking about her, then?”

I got my thoughts together before saying anything. “I want you to know something about her, to be fair, you know? She used to be a different person. I was just thinking before you woke up that I can see how Gigi turned out the way she did. Rae was a lot like her.”

“How long did you know her?”

“Since we were sixteen, I think. I dropped out of school, but she graduated. She was a good student, too—not smart, really, but she tried hard. She went through a lot of shit growing up. Her dad split, her mom always had guys going in and out. I know at least one molested Rae.”

“Oh jeez.” Jamie’s face darkened.

“So yeah, she already had her issues. But she was a good person. Sweet. She cared about other people. She was a good friend. A good girlfriend. Honest. Faithful to me. She made me happy. I can admit that.”

“It’s sweet that you can,” Jamie murmured. “A lot of people can’t after a breakup.”

“Yeah, well, I was the one who broke up with her. I saw what the drugs did to her, and I knew she wouldn’t stop just because I asked her to. It wasn’t an easy choice. It took months for me to go through with it.” I thought back to the look on Rae’s face when I told her we had to end it. I wondered if she knew then about Gigi.

“This is gonna sound stupid, but do you know Gigi’s birthday?”

She closed her eyes. “Um, she had it during the school year. In September. I don’t remember the exact date, but it was late in the month.”

I thought about. I broke up with Rae just before Valentine’s—I couldn’t go through the motions. Eight months before Gigi’s birthday.

“Do you think she could have known she was pregnant?” I asked Jamie. “If I broke it off in mid-February?”

She did some quick math. “She would have been around a month, maybe two. She might have known by then, yes.”

“Shit.” I felt like the world’s biggest asshole.

“You didn’t know. She didn’t tell you. What were you supposed to do? Hang around for the rest of your life in case she got pregnant? That doesn’t make sense. It was her choice not to tell you. I’m still not sure why she didn’t.”

“I don’t know either. I guess I’ll never know. When I track her down, I’ll have a lot more questions to ask her. More important questions.”

“So you’re going after her?”

“Later today, like I said.”

“What are you doing?”

I sized her up. She wasn’t gonna let go of it unless I told her. “I went to the house today, like I told you.”

“Right. A very nice place, huh? Like something out of
Better Homes & Gardens
.”

I smirked. “Yeah. There was a receipt for a bus ticket. She’s leaving for New York at six o’clock. I’ll be waiting for her.”

Jamie’s eyes went wide. They were so clear, so beautiful. I wanted to stare into them forever. “She’s running away?”

“Looks like it.”

“I can’t believe she waited an entire week to do it.”

I never thought about that before. “What do you think that means?”

She rolled onto her back, a hand on her forehead. “Let me think. Let me think. What if, when she met up with this Scarecrow guy—nice name, by the way—he had her do things for him? What if she was working off a debt to him? I mean, let’s be honest. She didn’t have a lot of money. How was she paying for the drugs?”

“It’s not that expensive,” I pointed out. “There’s a reason it’s so fucking popular nowadays. It’s easier to get your hands on than other drugs, and cheaper.”

“That’s not reassuring,” Jamie muttered. “Okay, well, let’s stay with the debt theory. Maybe she was working something off all week, but there’s no way she could ever pay him back, so she’s running. Or maybe she was with him, doing whatever they were doing, but she stole from him. Do you think she would do that?” She looked at me.

“How would I know? She’s a stranger now. If the heroin was thinking for her, yeah, she could have. Junkies will do anything, especially shit they wouldn’t do when they were straight.”

“Okay, so we’ll go with that. Boy, she got in with the wrong person, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, no shit. It scares the shit outta me that she might’ve had him at the house.”

Jamie’s face went dark. “Don’t even say that to me, please. I can’t stand it.”

“Okay. Either way, she’s safe.” Still, I thought about the way Rae’s mom brought men into the house.

“If I stole from a scary guy like him, I would run, too. I’d want to disappear.”

“I thought that, too. New York’s perfect for it.”

“What are you going to ask her? I mean, when you find her—what’s the purpose?”

“I need to know how pissed he is. I need to know what she did with him, if he knows about Gigi, if he knows where she is.”

“Would you stop her from going? If it meant she would be safer when she got to New York?”

That stopped me in my tracks. I didn’t know the answer. “If I hand her over to him—if it’s that kinda thing, where she’s running away from him—and he won’t stop until he gets his payback?”

“Right.” She waited patiently while I thought about it.

“Fuck.” I covered my face with my arm. It was too much. Jamie moved closer to me, putting an arm around my chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you upset.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t talk—there was a lump in my throat—but I needed her to understand it wasn’t her fault. It was just that I hadn’t thought about that yet. I could either turn her over to The Scarecrow so he could do whatever the hell he planned, or I could let her go and maybe put Gigi in danger. The answer was obvious.

“Does it make me a bad person if I say I’ll hand her over to him?”

“No. It makes you a father. You’ll do what you have to. I know you will.”

I lifted my arm from my eyes and looked at her. She was so intense it almost scared me. “I’m not a father. You told me so yourself. I just fertilized an egg.”