Quiet Country (Satan's Sinners M.C. Book 2) (11 page)

"How do you know I haven't already been with someone else?"

That right there, that did it. That was like a punch to my fucking gut. Is she fucking serious right now?

"C'mon." I walk back to my truck, get in, and wait for her. No words are spoken and the stereo pumps out
Poison and Guns N' Roses
all the way back. I drop her off and go back to the clubhouse, thinking the whole time about the last thing she said to me. I hope to god she hasn't been with someone else.

The patch party is in full effect and everyone is fucked up from playing one of Crazy Girl's drinking games. I have been watching Jacey all night since she got here, noticing she hasn't had one drop of alcohol, which isn't like her. She looks different too, like she has a glow to her. I don't know what it is, but she looks even more beautiful than she normally does. I see that hang-around Justin walk up to her and she looks happy to see him. I should just let it go, move the fuck on, and let her be with somebody she thinks is better for her than me. Nope, I can't do that and this is so fucked, I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. That's my fucking woman he's talking to. I walk up to them, staring him down.

"What did I tell you the last time you were talking to her?" I say while tilting my chin towards her.

"I'm sorry, I was just saying hi."

"It's a little late for sorry. You should’ve stayed away from what's mine, asshole, like I fuckin' told you." I bring my fist back and throw my punch, connecting right with his jaw. He just got knocked the fuck out with one hit. Fucking pussy.

I grab her arm and start towards my room. She’s screaming for me to let go, but I'm not listening to shit she has to say right now. Once I get us in my room, I slam the door shut. Taking her by the arms, pinning her against the wall, I put one of my legs between hers, spreading them. I put both my arms on each side of her, caging her in.

"Tell me you haven't been with somebody else. For once in your goddamn life, tell me the fuckin' truth, that you haven't been with someone else!”

"I haven't Bear, I swear! I was just mad, I'm sorry. You’re the only one." Thank fuck for that.

I lean in, putting my mouth to her ear. "I have decided that me bein' the nice guy isn't workin' anymore. So this is what it is. You’re mine, you belong to me. I claim you, Jacey Thomas, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it."

I start kissing her neck, sucking her skin into my mouth, and she tilts her head to the side, giving me better access. Losing her fight against me, I brand her for everyone to see.

"I'm not, Bear,” says in a low moan.

"You think it's still up for discussion? You think you still have a choice?"

"I do. I decide what I want."

"You don't. You’re wrong. This is a done deal."

I take her away from the wall and walk her over to the bed, pushing her down. She halfheartedly tries to crawl up to get away from me, but that’s not gonna work either. I grab her ankles and pull her back to me.

"Why you runnin', Lil Mama?" I straddle her on the bed, bringing my body over hers.

Leaning my head down, I put my mouth to hers and she resists for about half a second, before her lips are opening to give me the access I crave. Jacey grabs the bottom of my beater, pulling it up and over my head, breaking me from the kiss. I pull her up in a sitting position so I can pull her shirt off, along with her bra. She undoes my jeans, pushing them and my boxer briefs down my legs. When we are both free of all clothing, I start giving her kisses down her body. I stop at her nipples, showing them some attention, then work my way down to her stomach. I hear her making soft little sounds, so I lean back to look up into her eyes.

"Your body can't say no to me," I tell her while giving her a sexy grin.

"I love how responsive it is. I bet you're soakin' wet for me and I haven't even really touched you yet."

"Well you need to get to touching because you are driving me fucking crazy!”

"Yes ma'am." I salute while she laughs. I get back to business working my way back down her body, spreading her legs wide. "I was right, you’re fuckin' soaked, and your pretty pink cunt is glistening' for me."

I put my mouth to her and her body jerks. I need her still so I place a hand on her stomach, but she reaches down, moving my hand to her hip. I noticed she’s gained some weight so maybe that's why she moved my hand. I won't say anything though, that'll ruin what's about to happen. I run my tongue up and down her pussy, tasting her, drinking her in. I spread her open, finding her clit, flicking it with my tongue, and sucking it into my mouth. I push two fingers inside, curling them to find her sweet spot, and her back arches, body tenses up. She starts tightening around my fingers then she screams her release and calls out my name. She needed that release, she came quickly, but that doesn't bother me because it gets me closer to taking my cock home.

Grabbing a condom and putting it on, I climb up over her body, line myself up to her opening, and push inside with one swift motion. I know exactly where to hit to throw her into another orgasm, and that’s what I do. Sure enough, when I pick up speed, her moans grow louder and she starts matching me thrust for thrust. Scraping her nails up and down my back, sucking and biting at my neck, she screams out, “Bear, Oh! Fuck! Yes! I fucking love... your cock, you feel so good!” I still for a minute to look down at her, she still has her eyes closed. I don't think she realizes what she was about to say. I start backing up, moving in and out of her for a few more strokes until I find my own release. I fucking love how wild she gets! Rolling to the side, I bring her with me and we lay there, silent until I ask, "Will you stay?" I light up a cigarette.

"Bear, I can't.” I put one arm behind my head and give her a nod. She gets up and as she’s getting dressed, she looks to me. "Hasn't anybody ever told you those are bad for you?”

"I think I've heard that somewhere before. Seems they aren’t the only thing that's bad for me." Giving her a smile, I hold my smoke out towards her.

"These, Lil Mama, will not be the death of me." She smiles back at me, continuing to get dressed. Jacey’s always giving me shit about smoking, but she’ll kill me before these do. I watch her walk out, thinking back to when I told her she could leave whenever she wanted. I meant it back then, but maybe I should start chaining her up so she can't.

Jacey

I can't believe I almost told him I loved him. What else could I do but say I loved his cock? I mean, that’s true, right? Once I get home, I grab my phone to make my weekly call to my mother, I’ve got to let her know I'm still alive. Of course she picks up. I always dread these calls.

"Hi honey. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mother."

"Jacey, you don't sound fine. What's wrong with you? It sounds like you have a bit of an attitude today."

"Yes, Mother, I do. You wanna know what's wrong with me? Let's talk about Dad."

"No, we are not talking about your father."

"I think it's time we did."

"I'm not doing this with you, Jacey."

"Just tell me why you did it,” I plead.

"Why I did what? Give you a better life."

"No mom! Why did you take me away? Why did you make me forget him?"

"Your father is a sorry excuse for a man. He is nothing but trash. He abused me and cheated on me. That is why I did it. I wanted better for you."

"Yeah, well that worked out so well for me didn’t it?"

"What is that supposed to mean? I gave you a great life."

"Mom, you married a man I hate and I ran across the country to get away. I did everything I was supposed to do to become a doctor. I had no life growing up, I had no friends. Then, the first chance I get at a life, I end up pregnant. Not just pregnant, but by a man you would think is trash. You have me so fucked in the head that I can't even be with him because I'm scared he will be like my father! And I don't even know if my father was a bad man!”

"You’re pregnant?"

"Yes, I am and I can't even tell the father because he doesn't fit into this life you made me believe that I should live. Christ, I live how many fucking miles away from you and you still run my goddamn life?”

"I'm coming to you. I'll be there in two weeks."

"No."

"Jacey Marie, do not argue with me. I'm coming in two weeks end of discussion, goodbye." I hear the dial tone. Fuck my life! That is just fucking great! As if my life couldn't get worse, now add my mother into the mix. FUCK! I don't need this shit.

The weekend before my mother is supposed to show up, I got a call from Zoey. She asked me to come over and stay the weekend with her because the guys would be gone for a few days. I agreed, because after this I'm not going to be seeing her much anymore. I have to let her know that I won't be coming back to the club. I’m starting to show and the last thing I need right now is for Bear to find out. While I'm about to pack my stuff to take over, I hear a knock at my door. I open it and find Bear standing there, looking sexy as hell leaning against the frame.

"What’re you doing here?"

"It's good to see you too, Lil Mama." He gives me a slow, sexy smile and I return it with one of my own.

"It's just that Zoey called and said you guys were going on a run. I thought you’d already be gone."

"Did you really think I’d leave without saying goodbye?" Bear grips my hip with his big hand, bringing me to him, out of my apartment and onto the stoop. He leans down, taking my mouth with his and exploring with his tongue. He’s always leaving me breathless and panting for more after one of these kisses. He pulls away, looking in my eyes, as I try to ignore the need I feel throbbing between my legs. He moves his mouth over to my neck, brushing my hair out of the way with his fingers. He peppers kisses at the shell of my ear, tucking my hair behind it, whispering, “I’ll be back in a few days, Lil Mama, then I'm comin’ for you." He continues kissing down my neck, and he doesn't give me time to respond as he leaves me standing there dazed and him walking away, composed as always. When I finally pull myself together, I yell, "Be safe!” He turns with a smile and a wink, then says, "Always." I go back inside, pack my stuff, and head over to the clubhouse. Chatty and Ever are already there when I arrive. "Alright, ladies, this first round is for the guys to have safe travels. I usually do this by myself, but now I have all of you, so let’s fuckin’ party!" Chatty exclaims, and we all laugh. “What’ll it be ladies?” She turns to Zoey, who tells her what she and Ever want. When she looks at me, I tell her just water. She narrows her eyes at me, then puts a hand on her hip.

"Alright, what gives with you?" Zoey looks between the both of us with big eyes.

"Nothing. What are you talking about?"

"Girl, you know damn good and well what I'm talking about. You haven't had alcohol for months. If I didn't know better, I'd say you’re pregnant. You know, as ladies to this club, we gotta stick together.” I see Zoey signing to Ever, and all I can do is drop my head.

"I'm not part of the club, Chatty."

"You and Ever may not wear the property patches, but you two are as close as it gets. Let's go sit down. I don't think we’ll be livin' it up tonight." We all make our way to the couches..

"Let me tell you girls something," Chatty starts, sounding beyond her age.

"I’ve been an Ol' Lady for the last five years. I didn't make it easy on Ripper, he had to work for it. I didn't wanna belong to anybody, be anyone's property, and I didn't understand it until Ripper explained it to me. You girls need to realize that these guys live in their own world. They’re a family, they live by their own rules, and when you become an Ol' Lady, it's about respect. If anyone fucks with you, the whole fucking club will bring them down. When they ask you to be their Ol' Lady, it’s a privilege.

It's an honor, for them it’s even more than being married. Zoey knew what the deal was when Hanger asked her because I told her. I have known these guys for a long time and never seen Writer or Bear the way they are with you two. They may not have asked you to be their Ol' Ladies yet, but them claiming you as their women is more than any of those fuckin' whores will ever get. Those whores are nothing but biker groupies, here to give up services to the guys.”

She looks right at me.

"Jacey, I don't know if you know this, but Ripper is the one that brought Bear to this club. He was just a boy then. He thinks of Ripper as a brother outside of the club as well as inside. He’s gone to Ripper and talked to him about you. You got that boy all twisted up and at this point, he doesn’t know his ass from his head."

We've never talked about how he became part of the club, so it surprises me.

"I didn't know that he knew any of the guys before he was here."

"Okay, this is all I'm gonna say to you about this and then it’s time to have fun. I like you, Jacey. I really do, but I'm tired of seeing Bear all messed up over you. After this weekend, you need to go home and figure out what you want. Stop playing this back and forth shit with his head and heart. Don’t come back if he’s not it for you, tell him straight out you’re done, don't sugar coat it. If he is what you want, then you come back, do the right thing and fix this."

"I understand, Chatty, thanks for that."

Then I look to Zoey.

"How would you feel about not going back to the clinic?"

"I don't know. I mean, I loved working there, but after what happened…I'm not sure I really want to go back."

"I agree. I'm thinking of putting the building up for sale. I didn't want to leave you without a job, so I wanted to talk about it first."

"Yeah, let me talk to Hanger."

"Sounds good." I’m worn out. I tell everyone goodnight and make my way to Bear's bedroom. I curl up in his bed, smelling his sheets, and I cocoon myself in. After all the time that has passed, this is the first night I’ve laid in his bed for anything other than fucking. I think over everything, how we feel about each other, how we text a lot and still send the songs at night. When my car won in the show, he was the one I text to let know. I can't keep the thoughts away that he's not it for me, he's not right for the plan my mother had for me, the one I still plan on following through with. How can I do that though when my body can't say no to him, my heart can't be away from him? It's time I start pulling away. He’ll move on and be the perfect guy for someone else. Even thinking about it has my heart hurting. I fall asleep to memories and the smell of him. It’s the first time that I’ve dreamt of something other than my mother or father.

The next day, everything went by without a hitch. We ate pizza, watched movies, and listened to music. I have to get my place in order before my mother gets here, so I left early that night, but before I left I told Zoey I wouldn't be back. She’s not happy about it, but she understands. As I walk into my apartment, I send Bear a text, letting him know not to come over. I can't let him come over to be berated by my God awful mother. Later that night, she’s at my door, starting in on me as soon as I open it.

"Hello Jacey. How's my pregnant unwed daughter?"

"Mom, don't. I'm not doing this, and you didn't need to come here."

She ignores me as she pushes her way into my apartment. "Why don't you tell me about this man?"

"Mom, I don't want to talk about it with you."

"Well we are going to talk about it."

I know she's not going to let it go. "Fine, what do you want to know?"

"What does he do for a living? Is he a doctor, does he have a high paying job?"

"No, he’s not a doctor. Did you not hear a thing I said when we were on the phone?"

"Well to be honest, no. I was surprised by the whole ‘you being pregnant’ part."

"Christ, mom. Not everything is about money." She always thinks that and I hate it. She gets me so angry.

"Well… when do I get to meet him?"

"Oh, no. You aren’t meeting him," I tell her as I shake my head no. "You’re not going to belittle the father of my child."

"Why would I do that? He is the father of my grandchild, after all."

"Because mother, you made me grow up hating my father with everything you’ve ever said about him. I can't even have a normal relationship with my baby's father because I grew up knowing I had to live a certain life. You have me so fucked in the head, I think my baby’s father is going to be just like mine."

"Everything I have ever said about your father is the truth. Why would you put the two in the same category? You would not have gone against me and ruined your life."

"Oh, but that’s exactly what I did Mom! I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the couch." I walk away, feeling defeated.

"If you really did that, then you are packing up your stuff and moving back to California!” she yells at me.

Turning back around, I point my finger angrily at her. “I’m not a fucking child, I'm twenty-six goddamn years old! It's about time I figure out what the fuck I want! You’re not running my life anymore, mother! I'm not going anywhere. Have a goodnight!” I walk to my room, slamming the door shut and wishing Bear was here so I could see him. I don't know if I should though, with what Chatty said and now my mother, but I need his comfort right now and the best I can get is a text.

Jacey: R u headed back in a.m.?

Bear: Yeah. How r u?

Jacey: exhausted :(

Bear: what's wrong?

Jacey: My mom is a fucking Bitch.

Bear: Sorry baby wish I could c u.

Jacey: Me 2 I can send pic.

Bear: yeah do that! I will 2.

Jacey: Sexy pic no shirt all muscle and tats :)

Bear: Urs 2 just in a pink bra. Huh?