Autumn Lake (7 page)

“You know it.” He sounded as pussy-whipped as Devon but thank God none of the guys were around to witness this. He rubbed his cock across the swell of her lips, longing to play, so eager to watch.

The added sweetness of pure milk chocolate filled his senses, but the rich flavor of sex was far more enticing and utterly delicious. “That’s it.” He spread his legs and guided his cock through the seam of her lips. “Give me the good stuff, baby.”

“Are you sure it’s all right?” She looped her tongue around the thick crest.

“You asking if I’ve been checked?” She should’ve thought to ask before she went to her knees.

“You live in a clubhouse full of broads and druggies. Why wouldn’t I ask you?”

“I’ve been checked. I’m clean.” For a split second, he was a little irritated that she’d decided to discuss his clean bill of health then and there, but then it occurred to him.

This was a biker’s life, not a federal agent’s life. This was a gun runner on her knees not a shy debutante. And maybe that fact alone was one of the reasons why he hadn’t handled her with care or perhaps it was because she went at cock about as aggressively as she went at business. There were no holds barred. She wasn’t leaving anything to chance.

She slipped over his dick and sucked him with a mighty power, lapping that sweet tongue around him in a quick minute. Her hand rested under his balls and her finger toyed with his hole, going right for that sweet spot.

When he grabbed her head and guided her over his cock, he wasn’t easy. He wasn’t gentle. He fucked her mouth like he’d fucked her pussy, ramming his cock to her throat and loving the way she whimpered, moaned, and fingered his pulsing hole harder and harder, rubbing him until he could’ve sworn the tip of her finger had lodged inside him.

“Sweet fucking mercy!” He pushed between her lips and held as still as he could, holding out for that last bit of control, some semblance of stamina.

She rose to the tip, squirted more chocolate on his cock, and dropped down over him once more. Up and down, she rose and fell over him, sucking and lapping, slurping and pinching. The sweetest vibrations rushed through his cock as she hummed around him, rising and falling up and down with a firmer suction, a more deliberate pull.

“Ah hell!”

The quick pinch between his lower shaft and balls had stopped the blood flow enough to delay his release. He’d never known such pleasure. Then again, he’d never taken anyone to bed who had seemingly wanted to please him in every fathomable way.

He cupped her face and slowed his pace, casually slipping in and out of her lips, taking his time and enjoying her. “Rub your tits against my leg.”

Jake bit back a curse word. He hadn’t meant to sound like a biker then but to his surprise, she seemed okay with his request. She stroked his legs with her breasts, watching him with such lust in her expression.

“Perfect.” He grabbed her by the hair and mouthed, “Fuck me with those pretty lips.”

She swiped the underside of his cock, working that talented tongue like a windshield wiper as she moved right against the crest, allowing him to indulge in the sweetest pampering sensations. “My Lord, woman. You’re killing me here.”

Autumn pulled his cock from her mouth and whispered, “I want you to remember me.”

“Remember you? Why are you going somewhere?”

She rubbed her tight lips across his wet slit now oozing with his precum. “We both know this is only for one night.”

A tight knot formed in his chest. He didn’t argue. He didn’t deny it. He’d already played this thing out in his head a few dozen times.

Jake couldn’t keep coming back for more. What they enjoyed between them would only last for one night. Maybe she sensed it or perhaps she could feel him putting up barriers, slamming on the brakes.

Like hell. His cock was tapping at her throat. He wasn’t punching the brakes too damn hard. He was going for gold, playing for keeps and as much as he wanted to deny it, this woman already had him by the balls.

“Fuck me,” he rasped, deciding then he needed to feel her tight pussy riding him again, slipping and sliding over his cock until he was sure he’d taken what he needed, fucked as much as he could. Oh yeah. He needed to slide inside her another time or two, just once or twice more.

Surely a couple more hard-pounding rounds of thrust-for-thrust fucking would leave him well satisfied. Then, maybe then, he could convince himself he still had the willpower to walk away. He could save himself before he ended up losing a part of his heart, the part that would allow him to risk everything he’d worked for and everything he was now willing to gamble.

He’d jeopardize everything for one more hour with a woman who now had the potential to destroy them all.

Chapter Ten

They’d fucked on the table. They’d screwed in the shower. He’d taken her to bed. She’d led him back to the shower. It was now four in the morning and they were trying to say goodbye, but farewell seemed so shallow to a man who didn’t want to leave.

“I gotta get out of here,” he said, pecking her lips and bracketing his arm around her waist.

“Then go,” she said, untying her robe and rubbing all over him again.

“Good damn, woman. You are insatiable.”

“Most men would love it.” She shoved her hand down his jeans and grabbed hold of his cock, stroking him, fucking him with a tight grip and making him wet and hard, dying to get a hold of her one last time.

“Just fuck me here before you leave,” she whispered across his lips. “And spank me.”

“Spank you?” Damn if he couldn’t strip down those denim blues then.

She smiled down at his erection and gripped his shaft as he pushed his jeans and underwear to his knees. “You dirty boy.”

“I’m anything but a boy, baby.” He grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her head back, loving how she whimpered as he assaulted her breasts, loving the way her nipples hardened when he pinched them.

Biting the fullness of her breast, he sucked her nipple, admiring the way she rocked against him, pleading with him. “Just one more.”

“That’s it,” he promised, giving her a spin and bending her over the couch. As soon as her bottom was in front of him, he lifted his hand and spanked her.

The resounding pop made his cock still harder and he dragged his shaft down the seam of her ass, wanting to whip her until she had welts on her flesh, until he was certain she would wear his handprint for the rest of the week. “I want it to burn, baby.”

“Yes,” she rasped, her head dropping forward. “Harder, Jake. Wear me out. Make it hurt. Make it burn.”

He gave her another dozen smacks, loving the gentle sway of her body, the throaty sound of her voice as she swore under her breath. “Are you good now, baby?”

“No.” She sounded exasperated. “I need more, Jake. Punish me. I’ve been so damn naughty. Make me pay for it. Spank me.”

The light from the hallway illuminated her curvy form and he could easily see her flaming red cheeks. He dragged his palm across her ass. “I’ll hurt you.”

“Then hurt me,” she whispered, rubbing against his rigid cock.

“No, baby,” he crooned, overcome with guilt then. What had he done? Sure he’d spanked women in the past, enjoyed erotic play with the best of submissive women, but this? Didn’t this cross moral lines? He stroked her round globes, enjoying the resonating heat from her skin. “That’s better now. Isn’t it?”

Before she could answer, he dragged his cock down her bottom. Thrusting his shaft forward, he pushed her over the back of the sofa, clutching her nape as he aimed for her pussy.

Hot and wet, her cunt enveloped him, squeezed him in an intimate chokehold, a tight clasp. “Ah God, Jake.” She breathed in and out, each breath seemingly heavier than the last.

He added pressure to her neck as he pushed between her folds, fucking her. “Good damn, Autumn. I don’t think I’ve ever known loving like this.”

She stilled against him and for a moment, just a split second, he thought about making excuses, trying to take back those words, but then she said, “I’ve never known anything like this either.” She rocked against him with quicker beats and that’s when he heard her add, “And I’m certain I’ll never love this way again.”

****

“Laron Malory.”

“Chief, you were right. She’s Covington’s type. She’s in place.”

“Are you sure?” Laron wasn’t one to buy hearsay. He wanted agents in the field to report on facts.

“He’s been here all night.”

“He may be an agent but right now, he doesn’t know it. For now, he’s a damn biker. Just because he screwed her doesn’t mean he’s hooked.”

“I had a front row seat. Man is like a fucking machine around her. Listen at this. He started to leave around four. She seduces him at the door. He stays. They fuck for another hour, eat leftovers, share some laughs, and they go at it again. Then, the bastard leaves.

“He gets on his bike. She turns out the lights. He drives halfway down Highway 93 and then he turns and goes back. She meets him at the door, he slams her against the wall, and they fuck like honeymooners. I’m tellin’ ya. He is hooked.”

“Where is he now?” Fifteen years ago, Laron had worked on the inside, too. He knew what it was like to walk that fine line between biker and agent. He’d been in situations like the one Jake was in now. A broad with good tits and a kicking body didn’t mean anything. She had to have something he wanted, something that would keep him coming back for more.

“As far as I know, he’s still in her bed. His bike is out front. Wait a second. Hang on. Here he comes.”

“Is he leaving this time?”

“Looks like it. Lucky damn bastard.”

“Save the envy for another job. Is he saying goodbye or not?” Laron had hoped he’d stay until late morning. Then again, Jake had done a standup job and messing around with an arms dealer’s daughter must’ve been a real conscience-kicker. He’d followed protocol, listened to the higher ups, and even earned his reputation with the ladies, a reputation he hadn’t necessarily asked for but had played out in their favor all the same. He was the only undercover in place that apparently hadn’t been made and Laron credited the broads. Even the club’s sheep—the one who serviced pretty much everyone—had been hung up on Jake for a short time.

“Boss, what’s this about? Covington has a good cover. A woman could blow it.”

“This woman will need some help. Since we don’t know which one of our agents we can trust, we have to hope Covington has kept his nose clean for a reason.”

“You think he’s the only one you can trust?”

“My gut tells me Marcs is playing it straight, too, but if I’m wrong then Autumn will need backup and when that time comes, I want Jake to care enough to protect her.”

“Something tells me Agent Lake won’t need protection.”

“You don’t know her father. We’ve watched Morris Lake for over twenty-five years. He’s violent and couldn’t care less about his family. He’s killed more than fifteen people, half of them agents.”

“Then why is he still walking around in the free world?”

“Because this world ain’t free when you can’t pin the right charges on the fingered man. We don’t have any proof. Autumn will help us get what we need to put her father away for the rest of his life. In return, she’ll be the most wanted woman in America.”

“I’m not following you.”

“Her father and his men won’t stop looking for her. When she takes on a new identity, she’ll need more than just a new face and name. She’ll need someone like Jake Covington in her corner.”

“Dear God. You’ve planned out their entire lives for them.”

“It’s better than the alternative. If I hadn’t thought this through, Autumn wouldn’t have much of a future. If Jake falls for her, she won’t have to worry about looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life. When it’s time to pull her out, we’ll grab them both.”

“And they’ll what—lead happy and productive lives?”

Malory laughed. “From what you’ve said, they’re already well on their way.”

Chapter Eleven

“Well speak of the devil.” Cara cocked her hip and glared at Jake as he entered the clubhouse. “You look like hell.”

Jake smirked, walked behind the bar, grabbed an orange juice from the cooler—because he wouldn’t want to ask Cara for a damn thing—and glanced at the broads shooting pool. “She’s jealous, ladies.”

“Humph. In case you haven’t heard, I’m engaged.” She threw up her hand and showcased the small rock on her hand like she was flashing a ten-carat diamond. Poor woman didn’t realize Scott didn’t have a pot to piss in. Not that money mattered, but it might help if he had the ambition to buy said pot. Instead, he was living on Cara’s dime, or maybe it was the club’s.

Devon opened up his bedroom door about the time Jake walked by. “Well I want you to look.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I guess I was wrong about you.”

“How’s that?” Jake asked, bracing for jabs.

“You don’t always make the chicks come to you. Every now and then you break down and take one out.”

He wasn’t about to tell him where he’d been. Since Autumn had followed him to his room the day before, he’d heard enough jabs about gunning for the arms dealer’s daughter.

“Listen, I want to talk to you for a second. Got a minute?”

“Sure,” Jake said.

Devon pushed open the door to his private bedroom. Stretched out on his bed—belly up and naked—was Victory. Jake couldn’t help but stare at her rounded stomach.

“Yeah. We haven’t exactly told anyone.”

Apparently aware of company, Victory rolled to her side, and mumbled, “Be quiet, Devon. We’re trying to sleep here.”

Devon rolled his eyes. “She’s taking full advantage of her condition.”

Jake’s felt a sudden pain in his chest. The Feds were closing in and with his help, they’d finish up with the Heroes and Rogues and the Devil’s Angels soon. Devon would spend time in prison and the little one Victory was carrying wouldn’t know his or her father.

“We’ve got a problem.” Devon moved right into club president mode. “I need you to get close to that arms dealer’s daughter.”