STAIN (My Soul To Wake Book 1) (23 page)
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Authors: Tara Oakes
Jay pulled himself away from my lips and pressed his forehead to mine, seeming to strain against himself.
"Baby... you have no idea how much I love how innocent you are." He kissed my closed lips softly once more, "You're mine. My girl. No one else's. Say it baby."
"I'm your girl".
NOW
The door to the clubhouse of the Slayers MC finally opens as if answering my silent prayers. Thank God. I need this to be over with already. The waiting and the suspense is killing me. The last thing I need at this point is more time to think back and remember the details of my very own shattered biker-fairytale. I lived it, hell I've relived it a thousand times. The last thing I wanted was to remember....
Clink, Chaps and Dewey march out first, soon followed by my dad and my brother. They come right to me, offering me a bottle of cold water and a large Kingsmen t-shirt to cover my trashy midriff top. My pop grabs hold of me and squeezes tightly.
"Baby girl what the hell were you thinking?!" He scowled at me. Before I could answer, he pulled me in tight rocking slightly back and forth, offering whatever little bit of fatherly comfort he could.
"I don't know pop. It all happened so fast. Everything just got out of hand. How did you know I was here?”
I had never been so thankful to see my Dad, but unless his fatherly radar was working overtime he shouldn't have had any reason to think that I was anywhere other than in my apartment three hours away in River Rapids. Tiny strokes my hair back from my face as I cradled into my dad's shoulder and answers for him.
"Your friend Christina came to the clubhouse and told Jay. We geared up and set a meeting with Shade to squash this shit. Jay and Vince are working out the details now."
My pop finally lets me out of his bear hug and inspects me, "You hurt girl? These sons of bitches do anything to you?"
There is an unspoken meaning to his questioning. The Slayers have a nasty reputation when it comes to women, from what I've been able to pick up over the years. Shade, their president had even served time for it. All the girls in town know to stay away from them. I understand what my dad is asking.
"No pop. I'm fine. I just need to get out of here and go home."
I lied. If I even so much as hinted that the big burly bald guy in the back of us had backhanded me last night I know it would be an all out shit-storm.
Butch nods to me and cups my chin. The entire group turns our attention once more to the clubhouse door as Shade, Vince and Jay step out into the sunlight. Jay already has his sunglasses on, making it more than difficult to read anything from him. Vince shakes hands awkwardly and stiffly with Shade, mouthing something I can't make out. Shade smirks at the comment and calls out to his goons.
”Boys, it appears our hospitality has been appreciated. Our guests will be leaving now. All of them." I exhaled. That last bit was an obvious reference about me. "Jay," Shade called out as Jasper followed Vince towards us. "72 hours".
I look around from Butch to Clink, to Dewey, Chaps and finally Tin,y to reassure myself that it is really over. "Thank God. Thank you all so much. Can I really go home now?"
Vince makes his way next to me and kisses my cheek. The others allowed him to answer.
"Lil's... We're going home." I close my eyes tight, the stress of last night finally getting the best of me. I bite my lip to hold back my tears. Vince squeezes my shoulder reassuringly before he adds, "You're riding with your ol' man,” before he and all of the other Kingsmen seek out their bikes.
My body suddenly feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds. Shock sets in as I register Vince's words.
"Wait...
MY WHAT?!,
” I call out behind them as I search each of them for a visible answer. My heart stops when I finally set eyes on Jay as he straddles over his bike, staring forward, away from me and holds out his own helmet as if it were poison and he wanted nothing more than to drop it.
"Get on" he growls.
My mouth dries. No way.. this can't be happening. Jay stands stone still, not letting the helmet waiver a bit as I stand in shock. "I said... GET ON. NOW. "
I frantically look to my brother and my pop to step in and end this… whatever this is. They looked down, away, anywhere they can but at me. They start their engines and fall in line with Vince, waiting to leave. I can see Jay getting pissed off. Fearing he’ll take off without me, I walk over to his outstretched arm, taking the helmet from him.
I strap up and swing my leg over the bike, having to stand on my tip-toes to do it. I try to settle into the leather seat so my short skirt won't hike up any further than it needs too.
“Fuck," I exhaled out, mainly to myself.
Jay revs his engine, and calls back to me, "Not yet babe. Save something for later,” in the most smart-ass way he can.
I try to balance myself so that I can keep my hands on the seat, away from Jay. He falls into his rightful place, slightly offset behind Vince, as his Vice-President, and jerks on the breaks briefly, causing me to crash my chest into his back. So much for trying to balance myself.
"You know better... hold on,” he grits through the bandana tied to cover over his mouth as he rides. I latch as tightly as I can around his waist, and he chuckles triumphantly.
“Asshole," I whispered into his ear.
He reaches his hand down and adjusts my grip lower, so it just grazes the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Baby... I love when you talk dirty."
The engines roar and throttles opened as we take off in a uniformed pattern out of the gates of the Slayer's compound and away from my new admirer, “Crotch.”
I'm gonna kind of miss the bastard.
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Tara is a thirty-something newbie author from Long Island, New York. She's a voracious reader, a passionate writer and obsessive junk T.V. aficionado. When she's not doing one of those three things she is attempting to garden, hanging with her hubby or partaking in some retail therapy. She enjoys connecting with her readers and is having a blast entering into this new world of publishing.
