Destroying Beauty (Hell Hounds Motorcycle Club): Vegas Titans Series (11 page)

"Let's go," he orders me, taking my hand and
pulling me to the door. The circle of people that gathered around the scene separate
for us as we head outside, though I get the impression it wasn't the first time
a fight like that has broken out in that place. Holt hurries over to a
motorcycle parked right outside.

"Is this yours?" I ask him, completely
dumbfounded, as he swings his leg over it.

"Get on," he says gruffly, then glances down at my
other hand. "What are you doing with that?" he asks, his eyes
widening at the sight of the knife.

"I, I don't know. I just grabbed it."

"Good work," he says with a little smile. He
stands back up from the bike and takes it from me by the handle, then tosses it
down a sewer grate next to us. "Get on the back, and hold on tight."

Chapter Twelve

Holt

"You get inside. I have to make a call," I
instruct Jo as I cut the engine inside my garage. The door shuts behind us and
the dim overhead bulb on the motor flickers on.

"No. First tell me what's going on," she says. Her
voice quavers slightly but her gaze is steely. "I mean, who was that
guy?"

"He's…he's this guy who has a beef with a friend of
mine."

"Uh-huh. One of your mysterious friends. And you often
have "beefs" with people?"

"Now and then."

"Wow. You said that really casually."

"It's not…it's never casual for me. I just don't want
to involve you in this. I'm trying to be honest with you."

"Why is that something you have to
try
at?"
she asks, pinning me with her eyes. I don't have a response for her. She sighs,
rolling her right arm with a little wince.

"You OK?"

"I guess I just tweaked my arm throwing that glass. I
don't do that motion very often. Not since middle school softball."

"When you threw a glass?" I ask, my brow
furrowing. What's she talking about?

"Yeah, at that guy. I yelled to warn you, but you
couldn't hear me, so I threw the glass on the table at his back," she
relays matter-of-factly. "I didn't know what else to do."

"That's what that sound was? I didn’t realize…" I
rub my hand over my scruff, shocked. "You probably saved my life," I
murmur. She shrugs, looking at a loss for words. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry you
had to see that. To be there. Are you OK?"

"I don't know…I guess so. I feel shaky. It's not the
worst I've seen, though," she adds with a short laugh.

I walk over to her, tentatively placing my hands on her
arms, not sure how she'll react to my touch. But she falls into me, tucking her
head against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, twisting my fingers into her
hair, feeling like it's been forever since I've touched her.

"I was really scared," she whispers after a
moment. I kiss the top of her head. "I thought something was going to
happen to you. I don't want to lose you. I can't."

"Nothing's going to happen to me. I promise." I
close my eyes, trying to lose myself in her touch, her scent, but feeling an
overwhelming sense of guilt wrap itself up from my stomach and hold me by the
throat. Here she is worrying something's going to happen to me, when she's the
one who's in much more imminent danger.

I have to tell Bark about tonight. I mean,
she saved my
life
. Now I can't be accused of letting it become too personal—it's a
simple fact. I can't allow anything to happen to her.

"Come inside," I whisper, nudging her a little. I
feel her nod against my chest, and lead her through the door at the back of the
garage. She breaks away from me and walks into the kitchen, rooting around my
cabinets. "What are you looking for?"

"Tea," she replies, still searching. She holds up
an old box that says Twinings that I don't even remember buying. "And you've
got whiskey," she adds nodding to the Jack on the counter. "I could
use a Hot Toddy. It's…it's just been a lot lately, you know?"

"Relax. I can make it."

"I got it. I'll feel better doing something," she
says, pulling out a pot and running water into it. "How come you didn't
tell me you own a motorcycle?"

"I guess I was worried it would scare you off."
That's at least a partial truth.

"And you look like you know how to fight," she
adds, placing the pot on a burner and turning it up high.

"I do. I grew up in a neighborhood where it was
helpful. Even trained for MMA fights for a bit, until I decided to start my own
business. My parents, they kind of floated through life. I was pretty much a
latchkey kid. So I wanted to make something permanent for myself."

She looks at me for a moment, and I can't read her
expression. "I don't know why you wouldn't have told me that stuff in the
first place. I've told you a lot."

"You're right. I just don't like talking about that
stuff…I hated that time in my life. Never knowing where my parents were going
to be, if there was going to be any food in the cupboards. That's…that's why I
like to be in control now. I want to know I can handle anything." I see
her eyes soften and move into her, sliding my hands down her back and over her
ass. "I care what you think about me, is the thing. More than maybe anyone
else in my life."

"But you have to be honest with me."

"I know. And I am sorry about earlier today. I felt
like I had to pull away a little. I won't do it again."

"Is there anything else you aren't telling me?"
She looks up at me, her blue eyes wide and searching.

If there was ever an opening, this is it. But I swallow down
the truth. "No. That's it." She stands on her tiptoes, laying a quick
kiss on my lips before pulling away to turn off the burner. She takes a couple
of mugs out of the cabinet and fixes our drinks, then we kick off our shoes and
settle onto the couch to drink them. I smile at her as she tries to get
comfortable in her short dress.

"What?" she says with a grin.

"Nothing. Just that I can see what color underwear
you've got on."

"You were acting weird," she replies with a smile,
trying, and failing, to tuck her dress under her butt. She stretches her legs
out so that they just barely hit the outside of my thigh. "I was trying to
get your attention."

"You've got it. And…do you have anyone else's
attention?"

"What?" she asks, cocking her head at me in
confusion as I play with the tag on the tea bag. God, it's been a long time
since I've done this.

"I don't want you to see anyone else," I finally
say, raising my gaze to hers.

She looks surprised, but whispers, "I'm not."

"Good. Me neither." I feel her toes wiggle against
my leg and put down my mug on the side table. I pick up her foot as she bites
her lip. I slip my hand under the arch of her foot, lifting it up to my mouth.
I smile at her turquoise-painted nails and bite down softly on her big toe. She
gasps as my teeth make contact.  I wrap my lips around her and suck hard,
watching her pretty lips fall open as she watches me. She coyly raises her mug
to her mouth, daring me to disrupt her.

I take another toe in my mouth, circling my tongue around
it. Her eyelashes flutter and she continues watching me. I bend down, kissing
the top of her foot softly, then licking up to her ankle. I alternate kissing
and licking up her calf, then swirl my tongue around the back of her knee. She
gasps softly but takes another sip of her drink. I grin, and move slowly up her
thigh. As I reach her inner thigh, my head forcing her legs to part a bit, I
take a soft nibble. Her mug wobbles in her hand as her eyes roll back in her
head, but she takes a deep breath and then another sip.

I smile, knowing she can't hold out much longer, and eye the
triangle of black lacy underwear a few inches away. Shifting my legs underneath
me, I can feel the heat emanating from her and blow softly against it. I hear
her breath catch in her throat and she brings her other hand up to the mug,
steadying it as she squirms. With a smile, she puts it down on the wooden
coffee table, admitting defeat.

I slide my hands under her ass and lift her up and toward
me. I keep my eyes on her face as I take the sides of her tiny dress in my hands
and pull it up around her tight stomach. I sigh in satisfaction at the sight of
her sexy black thong, and tell myself to be patient, keep her on the edge for
as long as possible. I wouldn't have called myself a selfish lover before, but
with Jo, I just love watching her come as much as I love coming myself.

I lean my head in between her legs and bury my nose in the
lacy fabric, then lick hard against her clit. She moans, and I know she wants
me to take off her panties, but I want to tease her a little more. I bring my
hand up and run two fingers from her opening to her clit, feeling my way, then
flick back and forth across her as she gasps. I repeat this motion again and
again until her underwear is soaked with her desire and I can feel it against
my fingertips.

I bring both hands to her hips, taking the sides of her
panties and pulling them down. She arches her hips to help me and brings her
feet together as I pull them off her and toss them on the ground next to us. I
take her legs and put them on my shoulder as I look down at her flushed, glazed
expression. With a grin, I bend back down and take a long lick of her. She
cries out, arching toward me with desire. I go slowly, circling her opening,
tasting her pleasure. I slip two fingers inside of her, knowing she's getting
used to my size and can take it. I curl them against her g-spot and bring my
other hand up to her lower stomach, pressing back against the one inside her.

"Oh, oh, Holt!" she cries, and I want to take her
right now. But I take a deep breath and move up to her clit, sucking lightly on
it as she spasms underneath me. I suck until she's about to come, then pull
back and gently circle my tongue around her and begin thrusting my fingers in
and out of her. She quiets for a moment and then begins crying out again. This
time I take her all the way, flicking my tongue faster and faster across her
clit and matching the pace with my fingers pushing inside her. I feel her
clench around my hand as her body bucks wildly and she screams intelligibly.

I keep going until her body stills, and softly kiss her as I
think of how I want to have her tonight. I've been trying more and more things
with her. Her experience seems to be pretty limited—her ex must have been a
boring fuck—and I love watching her eyes widen when I introduce her to
something new. I'm hindered slightly by the fact that I don't want her to see
my back tattoo, because if I had my druthers, I'd always be fucking her with
the lights on so I could see her gorgeous body. Her hand moves next to her
thigh as I pull my head back, and I smile, picking it up and moving it to her
crotch.

"Holt…" she says, surprised, as I move her fingers
around her clit.

"I want to watch you do it," I say, standing up to
take my pants and boxers off. I move to her, pushing her dress up and then
pulling it off her shoulders. "C'mon, I'll help you."

I reach behind her and unhook her bra and toss it on the
floor, licking my lips at the sight of her full, heaving breasts. I kneel on
the floor beside her, taking her nipple into my mouth as I cover her hand in
mine, moving it around her clit. She closes her eyes uncertainly, her legs
moving around as they try to find a comfortable position on the couch. I turn
her face to me and kiss her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth as our
fingers circle her clit together. She opens her mouth to mine, and I feel her
tongue press against mine as she tastes herself on my lips. I break away,
kissing across her cheek to her ear. I suck and nibble on her earlobe as she
moans.

"Have you ever touched yourself and thought of
me?" I whisper in her ear. I see a grin slide across her face.

"Yes," she admits, blushing.

"I want to see it," I murmur, taking my hand away
and moving around the end of the couch so that I'm looking down its length with
Jo's head next to my shoulder. I bend my head down so that our cheeks our
resting against each other's, and slide my hands down and onto her breasts,
massaging them in my palms as I watch her fingers move against her clit.
"That's it," I murmur, as she finds her rhythm and bites her lip,
raising her hips up against her palm. I like to imagine her like this in her
own bed at night, thinking of me when I'm not there. "You're so fucking
sexy."

"Holt, Holt," she groans, her fingers moving
faster and faster. I move my hand down, wrapping it around my dick as I look
down her quivering body. I can't wait any longer. I reach down, grabbing a
condom out of my pants and rip it open with my teeth. She tilts her head back
to look at me upside down. "If we're exclusive, and we're both clean…maybe
we don't have to."

I pause as I realize what she means, and then grin, dropping
the condom onto the ground. Now I'm even more excited to be inside her.