Chasing Down Changes (Moroad Motorcycle Club) (11 page)

Tonight, she clung to him, not giving him a chance to push her away. He offered her everything, and she'd fight, lie, steal, to keep what was hers.

"Clothes, baby. I'm not going to last long, and I'm not stopping afterward until I exhaust us both. We can sleep all day tomorrow." He shucked his vest, his shirt, and undid his belt.

She wiggled out of her jeans, taking her panties off too. Sitting up, she removed her hoodie, shirt, bra, and glanced at him again. "Did you really go without sex? All this time?"

Jeremy's hooded eyes softened. "Jacked off any chance I got to a picture my dad brought me of you."

"No," she mouthed, shaking her head in disbelief.

He stood beside the bed, fully unclothed. Her gaze lowered to his hard cock pulsating. He'd left before his twenty-first birthday and came back a full-grown man. Bigger, harder, and sexier than she could ever imagine.

"Swear on my life," he said, putting his knee to the bed

"What picture?" she blurted, scooting over.

"The one I took with my phone in the yard at Cam's house the night I told you to get your ass on my bike and—"

"I refused." She caught her lip between her teeth. God, she remembered. When she'd finally obeyed him, he'd taken her home where her mom was passed out drunk, and they'd made love up in her bedroom until the early morning.

He laid on his back. She rolled, hooked her thigh over his leg, and raised her upper body. She touched the scar above his beard on his cheekbone.

"What happened," she asked.

His gaze intensified. "Prison happened."

He'd never share the horrors he lived through while incarcerated, and she wanted to soothe the pain and loneliness he'd experienced. She leaned in, tasting his neck, sucking on his skin.

Jeremy let out a ragged breath. "Baby..."

He dug his fingers into her leg, pulling her on top of him. She nibbled and bit her way across his chest to the other side of his neck. She flicked his ear with her tongue.

"This first time is for you," she whispered. "What do you want?"

"You."

She raised her head. "Condom?"

"Nightstand."

She stretched over to the side, keeping her seat on his hard stomach. Her fingers shook as she wiggled down his body to his thighs, eliciting a groan from him, and tore the wrapper and rolled the condom on him. She squeezed his cock, unable to stop herself from feeling the difference fifteen years had done.

"Don't." He slid his hands under her armpits and dragged her up his body. "Give me your mouth. I'll do the rest."

His hand went to his cock, guiding the tip back and forth through her wetness, teasing her with the head of his dick. She captured his lips. Her outer movements remained calm, taking everything in while she verged on panic.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down. She gasped in his mouth at the fullness. Her neck arched, pulling her mouth away from him.

His heavy breathing filled the room as he worked his thick cock, inch by inch, inside of her, burying himself fully in her pussy.

Her teeth chattered, and she hissed out her mouth. The
tsss...tsss...
sound coming out of her mouth rolled through her body and traveled up her spine.

Jeremy stilled, holding her in place. "I couldn't forget that sound you make when I first slide in you. Dreamed about the sound. Heard your hiss through chattering teeth every fucking time I closed my eyes."

She clamped her teeth together and moaned under the effort to keep her body from exploding. He always brought her high before she could control herself. Her muscles rebelled. Her breathing fought against her. The tic that only happened when he was inside of her tormenting her. He wasn't the one who worried about coming fast. She'd never be able to wait for him.

He thrust his hips between her thighs. She grabbed his long hair, holding on.

"That's it." He growled low and plunged again and again.

She held on. The noises coming out of her ceased to exist. Pleasure built between her legs and her lower stomach coiled into a warm ball of tension.

"Take it." He grunted.

Perspiration dotted his forehead. She stared into his eyes as her orgasm burst and spread, flooding her body. Her loud moan echoed in the small room.

He lifted her up and plunged her down. Her thoughts drifted in fog. Her body refused to cooperate on its own, already slipping into the euphoria he gave her.

Jeremy's hips lifted, and he held her down on him, shuddering out his release. She pitched forward, burying her face in his neck. He rocked her back and forth, continuing to caress her.

He stayed hard and finally rolled her to the side of him. "Rest. I'm going to get rid of the condom and get us both a bottle of water."

"You're coming back, right?" she whispered, drawn to the tattoo of a freedom banner down his arm and the four skulls across his chest.

He kissed her hard and deeply. "Yeah."

"Good," she mumbled, letting her eyes close.

She'd rest for a few minutes and then she'd be ready.

T
he last day of Tiff's five-day stay at the motel, Jeremy stood beside her outside Room 10. He ignored Tiff's sudden mood change and waited for Lola to answer his knock. The days of fucking Tiff all day long and ignoring club business were over.

Tiff planted her hand on her tilted hip, glared in his direction, and threw more attitude with her body language than normal. He refused to play into her jealousy.

The door opened, and Lola raised her brows. "Well, well, well, look who finally decided there was more to life than free pussy."

Tiff's hand slid off her hip, and she straightened. Jeremy reached over and palmed the back of Tiff's neck, holding her in place. She had days to figure out her position in his life, and now she had to deal with everything that came with him, including Lola.

"I need you to do something for me," he said.

Lola tore her gaze off Tiff and smiled up at him. "Anything."

"I'll be moving into the Sterling Building, and I need you to call if anything happens here. Gunner's switching room and will be two doors down. He'll keep an eye on the girls and you." He pulled Tiff closer.

"So, the same routine as if you're gone." Lola sighed. "I thought you were going to stay here."

"I'm not getting into my reasons why I changed my plans." Jeremy leaned over and kissed Lola's cheek. "I'll talk to you later. I want to know what kind of reaction the men have when they find out I'm back with Tiff, and I need that info before the meeting tomorrow night."

"Fine." Lola blew out her breath.

Jeremy turned Tiff around and took her with him to his Harley. He caught her anger and jerked his chin, stopping her from questioning him. She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut and never show her disapproval in front of others. He'd worked too damn hard earning respect inside the pen to have his woman throw out suspicion in his direction.

He picked up Tiff's bag and bungee corded it on to the back of his bitch seat. Later, he'd return to get what clothes he owned, talk to Lola, and hold on to the control he felt slipping at the changes coming into his life. He'd planned for the day everything would go down, and nothing would stop him. Knowing the crowd that filled the Sterling Building when Silver Girls opened and having the women around who occupied the building, he could already feel the tension settling in the middle of his back. He hated crowds and Tiff believed he'd stand down and let her run the show.

The task of sealing the Sterling Building added on to the load he already carried.

He got on the bike, balanced, and waited until Tiff settled her ass behind him. Then he rode the five minutes into town.

At the back of the building, Tiff hopped off the motorcycle before he toed the kickstand. "You kissed her."

He threw his leg over the seat and worked on the Bungee cord. Away from his club, she could throw the biggest hissy fit she wanted, and he'd listen to her all day. She'd learn her place after a few hard lessons.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Tiff stepped up to him and pushed his chest. "You kissed her!"

"Touch me one more time when you're angry, baby, and I'll show you how red your ass can be when I throw you over my shoulder." He walked past her and toward the back door.

"Stop right there." She grabbed the back of his vest. "I changed my mind."

Fuck, he'd missed her temper.

He lowered his gaze to her breasts, rising and falling with her rapid breathing. "You changed your mind about what?"

"You." She shook her head in frustration. "What is it about Lola that makes you hang on her like you can't get enough?"

He ignored her questions and opened the door, stepping inside. Her gasp had reached his ears before the door swung shut. She quickly opened the door again and stepped inside.

He frowned. "The alarm didn't go off."

"Don't change the subject. I want you to leave. You can come back when you've broken off your little affair with your bestie." She stormed into the main room.

Music rocked the building with a low bass tune. He followed Tiff and found the Silver Girls — or who he guessed were the new Silver Girl dancers — sashaying around the main room in all kinds of clothing. Some wore shorts. Some wore tights. Some were in nothing but a bikini.

Tiff weaved around the tables and sat in the far corner. His jaw ticked with restrained amusement, and he tightened his hold on her bag. After she got over whatever bothered her, he'd take her upstairs and plant himself deep between her legs. A fucking week wasn't long enough to catch up on all the sex he'd missed for years.

"No. Stop the music." An older woman standing at the front facing the women waved her hands in the air, and the song died a swift death. "Melissa, you move to the end, and Bonnie come to the middle."

The woman with black hair and an ass that her shorts struggled to contain stepped away from the line of women and spotted Jeremy. "Um, Shari, we've got company. A big, big guy is looking like he's about ready to kill one of us."

The older woman turned, squinted, and slowly smiled. "Jeremy from Moroad Motorcycle Club, is that you?"

He dipped his chin confirming her question, remembering the woman who trained the dancers and belonged to Lee from Bantorus MC. "How are you, Shari?"

"Oh, honey, I'm always good." Shari walked over to him. "Man, have you grown up to look like your daddy."

He ran his hand over his beard, pulling his whiskers straight. "I've heard that a lot."

A low murmur went through the dancers. He glanced over at them. The whispers behind the hands. The bold looks. The breasts thrust out. He nodded, letting his gaze meet each woman and turned his attention back to Shari, his intro complete.

"What are you doing here?" Shari's eyes rounded, and she searched the room, finding Tiff. "I see."

"Yeah." He widened his stance. "I'm moving upstairs."

"No, he isn't," said Tiff.

Jeremy winked at Shari. "I'll just take her out of the room, and you can continue practicing."

Shari stepped back, failing to hide her smile. He marched over to Tiff, set the bag on the table, leaned over, and threw Tiff over his shoulder. Tiff beat her fists on his ass and thighs.

"Sorry to interrupt." He wrapped his arm around Tiff's legs dangling over his chest, picked up the bag, and strode out of the room and up the stairs.

Girls whistled and clapped, shutting Tiff up. He set her feet on the ground at the top of the second-floor landing.

"Open the door." He cupped the back of her neck.

She glared, followed his directions, and reached in to shut off the alarm. He followed her down the hall to her room where he waited again for her to unlock the door. Once inside the room, he threw her bag on the floor.

"Now, you can tell me why the back door was open and the alarm not activated." He waited for her to turn around and when she refused, he continued. "You've got the upstairs locked down tight, and left the downstairs wide open. I've already shown you how easy it was for me to get up inside your room."

Tiff raised her hand and threaded her fingers through her hair. "The back door stays open when the dancers are here to practice. We've never had any problems with unwelcomed visitors as long as the front door remains locked and the closed sign up. The two motorcycle clubs are free to come and go whenever the dancers are here. Moroad men enjoy watching them dance during non-work hours, and Bantorus will often stay with the girls if they feel added protection is needed. Obviously, you caught them on a day when all the men decided to let the girls do what they do best without any distractions."

"You'll change that policy. The men from both clubs can come and go as you see fit, but that door stays locked. If any of them have a problem knocking first, I'll deal with them." He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from the back. "Are you done fighting?"

"I don't care about your safety rules." She leaned back against his chest. "You kissed Lola."

"I kissed Lola on the cheek." He held her tighter. "I'm not fucking her."

"But you care about her." Her voice warbled.

"I do."

"Even back when I met you, she came between us." Tiff pushed out of his embrace and walked toward the open kitchen. She stood behind the island separating the living space. "What does she have over you?"

"Nothing."

She looked down and rubbed at the marble counter. "Then what does she have that I can't give you?"

"Nothing." He stepped over and sat on the leather couch and stretched his legs out. "I've told you there's nothing for you to worry about between Lola and me. I'm not cheating on you. I'm not fucking her. We talk and we're close. That's it."

Tiff leaned over the counter and buried her hands in her hair. "You're having an emotional affair, and we haven't even been back together a week. That's just great, Jeremy."

"We've been together for eighteen years since the day I asked you to go on a ride with me. Don't turn this into my problem, because you're jealous for no fucking reason." He let his head fall back on the couch.