Devil May Care (The Grizzly MC Book 12) (5 page)

Chapter Six

Havoc was in the corner of the room, a club whore grinding her bare pussy on his crotch, shaking her ass, her tits swinging. Jakob grabbed his beer and took a pull from the bottle, not sure why he was even watching the scene, but definitely not giving a shit. All he could think about was Saya.

Saya.

Yeah, even saying her name got him stiff.

“Come on, Daddy, let me feel that big cock of yours getting hard,” said Precious, the club whore trying to get a rise—literally and figuratively—out of Havoc. She was looking over her shoulder at him, her hands on her tits, and was twerking like a motherfucker on the Patch. But all Havoc did was lean back in the chair, grab the bottle of whiskey, drink three gulps before setting it back down, and then slap her ass.

She squealed and grinned, started grinding herself even more firmly on him, and that’s when Jakob turned away from the scene. He’d been hard for Saya, but just looking at Precious going to work on Havoc had Jakob’s cock nearly turning in on itself.

Not a pretty fucking thing at all.

Jakob got up and headed out of the bar area of the MC and down the hallway to his room. He saw a club whore and a prospect making out up against his wall.

“Get the fuck out, and don’t ever come in here to do this bullshit. This is my place.”

The prospect and bitch left, and Jakob slammed his door shut. Heading into the bathroom and turning on the light, he looked at himself in the mirror and braced his hands on the sink. His dark hair was in disarray around his head, and dark circles lined under his eyes. He sported a bruise on his cheek, something he’d not realized he’d gotten from the fight the other night until the next day.

Grabbing his shirt and pulling it up and over his head, he tossed it aside and looked down at his side. It had only been a couple of days since the brawl, and although the wounds were still nasty as fuck, they were healing.

He went over to the shower, turned it on, and before it heated he stepped in. He washed quickly, hoping the chilled water would calm his arousal, but all it did was make it worse. Once out of the shower he grabbed a towel, dried off, and wrapped it around his waist.

He left the bathroom and lay down on the bed, thinking maybe sleeping would help to calm him down. But the truth was he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Saya since he first saw her at that apartment building, when she’d been totally oblivious that some sick fuck was checking her out, getting hard from just the sight of her.

Jakob didn’t know why he had this instant obsession with her, but he wasn’t going to ignore it either, not even if that was what was best. He knew nothing about her, but he wanted to know more … he wanted to know everything.

Her big tits, wide hips, and luscious as hell ass had him so fucking hard his cock ached, his balls drawn up tight. Reaching down, he adjusted his cock through the towel and grunted at that small contact. Damn, he fucking wanted her like a fiend, and how twisted was that?

He pulled his towel away and grabbed his cock, not caring what he was about to do, even if he should. Yeah, he was going to be a fucker and jerk off while thinking about Saya. Closing his eyes, Jakob thought about Saya in his room, standing before him in nothing but a pair of white panties. A groan ripped from him.

She’d have a trimmed thatch of dark hair covering her cunt, and he’d be able to see it through the thin material. She’d do whatever he said at his command, and her big tits would sway slightly as she moved toward him. She’d want him so fucking much.

Jakob started really jerking himself off then, stroking his hand over his dick from root to tip and feeling the tug of pleasure at the base of his spine.

Her nipples would be so hard, so fucking hard his mouth watered for a taste. Jakob held in his groan at the visual he created, at the pleasure thinking about Saya caused. Starting to really stroke himself, he kept his eyes closed and pictured what he’d do to her, all the dirty fucking things he’d do to her. He’d spread her thighs, and smooth his hands down her inner legs, touching every part of her, making her his in all ways. He’d touch her pussy, pull her labia apart, and then feast on the pink center. She’d be begging for more, pleading for him to make her come. He wouldn’t deny her, wouldn’t make her suffer, because watching her get off would be the best fucking aphrodisiac.

His throat tightened as pleasure moved through his body, starting at the base of his spine and encompassing every inch of him. He stroked his cock faster, applying more pressure to the shaft, needing to get off.

Fuck, I want her.

His chest rose and fell hard, his breathing coming in short bursts, and the pleasure coming on stronger, taking his very sanity. His abdomen clenched, his muscles tensed, and his jaw went tight as his orgasm rushed to the surface. The hot jets of his jizz covered his chest, and all the while he thought about Saya, thought about how just seeing her made him feel like that darkness wouldn’t consume him completely.

He wanted to make her his. His bear wanted her as his mate, as only his.

I want in her body, to claim her pussy.

When he was finally able to breathe normally, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. After a moment he sat up, looked down at the mess he’d made on his abs, and felt self-disgust fill him. He’d just masturbated to a female he didn’t even know, a female that clearly ran from him and what she might feel.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. He wasn’t one to follow the rules, obviously, because he was a Grizzly Patch, after all. He’d also never been one to want a female so badly he couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t get her off his mind. But Saya was making him want to break a lot of fucking personal rules and cross lines to get her.

****

Saya ran as hard and fast as she could, following the trail that led up the mountain, and moving further away from her car. She ran to escape a lot of things: her thoughts, her guilt, her daily emotions.

Today she ran because she was confused on how she felt for Jakob, a bear shifter she literally knew nothing of, but couldn’t stop thinking about.

The air became thinner the higher she ran, and she felt the sweat line her entire body. But she didn’t stop, didn’t slow. The sun was setting, and she knew she would have to head back to the car eventually, but she had a small pack with provisions: a flashlight, bottle of water, and some granola bars. She always took them with her on runs, because she enjoyed the freedom of escaping at night, when everything changed, the shadows morphing things into a different perspective.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, and took a right, off the path, not sure why she’d chosen that route, but just going with it. She was getting tired, but that’s what she wanted. Turning up the volume on her iPod, she was listening to classical music, the songs intense and giving her a rush, a push forward. She supposed she was running away from her problems, from her thoughts. She was running just like she’d run from Jakob.

Stopping and breathing in and out heavily, she braced her hands on her thighs and looked around. The twilight gave this dusky glow over everything, and soon it would be covered in the darkness she loved. Standing and making her way forward at a slower pace, she saw a clearing up ahead.

She slowed to a steady walk, and the closer she came to the tree line the more the big shape at the edge of the clearing came into focus. Turning off her music, she pulled her earbuds out and stopped. The tree line was only about five feet from her, but the man, who she could clearly make out was huge in height and muscle mass, was further up. The darkness made even the sight of his body shrouded in the shadows, but this pull overcame her and she felt herself moving forward another inch. The ground was cleared where she was, so no leaves crunched under her, no twigs broke.

But her heart was beating fast for some reason, a reason that had nothing to do with the run, not with the feeling of her blood rushing through her veins the longer she stared at the man. He was so close to the edge that for a second she wondered if he was a jumper. He held his arms out and rocked back and forth ever so slightly. Her heart slammed in her throat, and she took a step closer, her foot crunching on a twig.

He slowly looked over his shoulder, and despite the darkness, and the fact she should have been hidden in the trees, she felt him look right at her.

He turned around just as slowly, and that’s when she fully saw Jakob. Her heart stopped, her hands clenched at her sides on their own, and everything in her was pulled to him. It was like this invisible string connected them, a weird way to phrase what she felt, but pretty accurate.

He took a step toward her, and she swore she heard this low sound leave him. They were stuck in this moment, neither speaking, no one moving anymore, and their gazes locked. Finally she swallowed the lump in her throat and moved out of the tree line and stepped into the clearing.

“Jakob,” she said his name softly, and heard that sound come from him clearer, deeper.

“Saya,” he said.

Her skin prickled at the way he said her name. It was the way he said it that had her skin tightening, her body feel like it would start shaking, and that coldness moving through her until it burst free and she became warm.

“What are you doing out here?” He moved closer, his big body making her feel so small in comparison. She’d never felt small, never felt like she was wholly feminine.

She couldn’t find her voice for some reason, so she lifted her iPod and pointed to her running shoes with the other hand, hoping he understood her.

“It’s getting dark.” He took another step toward her. “And it’s not safe for a female to be out alone.”

“I can handle myself.”

He nodded and moved closer. “Yeah, I saw you in action.”

She could barely hear him over the beat of her heart or the whoosh of her blood rushing through her ears. “Then you know I wouldn’t take any shit.”

He nodded again, and the way he moved toward her made Saya feel like he was this big predator and she was his prey ensnared. When he stood just a foot from her she couldn’t help but inhale deeply. He smelled clean, fresh, and all male.

They didn’t speak for several seconds, but she didn’t know what to say even if she could have formed words.

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

He said it like they hadn’t just met, like he knew her so intimately, so personally.

She swallowed, not sure how to respond, what exactly she could say.

I’ve been thinking about you, too. In fact, you’re all I’ve been thinking about since I saw you at the fight.

“I…” Saya wasn’t sure what to say, despite the words that rolled around in her head.

Just be honest.

“I’ve even thinking about you, too.” She watched as his nostrils flared after she spoke, and she knew that he liked hearing that. Saya could see by his body language and his expression he derived pleasure from knowing that.

Another moment of silence passed between them.

“Have a drink with me.”

“A drink,” she responded.

“Or dinner, or a movie, or hell, just sit across a table from me and talk.”

Oh. God.

She had no clue why his words affected her in the way they had, but she couldn’t help the physical changes that happened with her as a result of him saying those things.

“Please tell me this isn’t just one sided.”

He didn’t elaborate on what he meant, but she knew what he was talking about. She felt it too, had felt something really strong from the moment she saw him on that Harley. And that intensity grew after she’d watched him fight, after she’d spoken with him. She couldn’t help how she felt, and was confused by the emotions in her, but she also knew she didn’t want to ignore this anymore. There were no warning bells that went off with Jakob, and the thing that had made her run was the fear that she’d mess up again, that she’d hurt someone else in her life. She didn’t want that.

But there is something different about him, something I don’t want to ignore.

He didn’t press her for an answer, just stood that few feet from her, watching her, waiting for her to respond in her own time. She didn’t know how things would play out in the end, but she knew she didn’t want to ignore this.

“Okay.”

His nostrils flared again, and this heat stole over her.

“Let me walk you back to your car,” he said and held his hand out. She glanced down at it, and finally, after a suspended second, she placed hers in his much bigger palm. Instantly electricity zinged through her, and she lifted her gaze back to his.

“You feel that?”

She nodded, not able to speak at the moment.

“I don’t want to pretend that it’s not there. I don’t want to fight it.”

She licked her lips and curled her fingers around his hand more. “I don’t either.”

Chapter Seven

It had only been a few days since she and Jakob had been in the woods and she’d admitted to thinking of him. She couldn’t even focus without his image bombarding her, the scent of him invading her, or that tingling that went through her when he was near. It was strange to feel like she was connected to someone she didn’t even know, but she felt this realization, as well.

Was she afraid of what the future held if he really went through with this and tried to see how far things would progress with him? Of course. He was the epitome of a bad boy, and that worry that she might be making the wrong decision, no matter how right it actually felt, claimed her.

They were meeting later that day for drinks and dinner, and she didn’t lie and say she wasn’t nervous. This felt different. Jakob felt different, and that kind of scared her.

“How are you doing after all of that?” Trist asked. She was over by the young adult section stocking the shelves. She didn’t look at Saya, but she knew Trist was speaking to her.

“You mean acting weird at the fight?”

Trist laughed. “You weren’t weird. That place was crazy, and if you’re not used to all of it I’m sure it’s overwhelming.”

Saya smiled at the older woman that came up to the register. She checked her out and waited for her to leave the store before she answered Trist. “No, it wasn’t overwhelming. It was just…” What was she supposed to say? How was she supposed to even explain any of it?

“Does it have to do with Jakob?” Trist asked, and everything in Saya froze.

She didn’t know why she’d had that reaction at the mention of Jakob, but it had been instant.

“Judging by the way you kind have locked up there I’d say yeah.” Trist brought the empty box over to the counter and set it on top. They looked at each other for several seconds before Saya finally spoke.

“Yeah, it had to do with Jakob.” Looking down at the counter, she smoothed a finger over the scarred top. “I honestly don’t know why I had or have that kind of reaction to him, but it kind of took over. I just couldn’t think clearly, I guess.” She looked up and saw Trist smiling. “What?”

Trist shook her head and laughed harder. “Nothing. I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you.” She moved behind the counter and faced Saya. “I’m laughing because you remind me of when I first met Brinx.”

That surprised Saya, only because Trist seemed like she wasn’t tongue-tied or nervous about anything. She always seemed so in control and calm. Saya couldn’t even imagine her running or feeling apprehensive from anything.

“Really? Saya asked.

Trist nodded. “Oh yeah. We actually met at a fight a couple of years ago. At first I thought he was this cocky asshole. Hell, he wouldn’t even look at me, but for some reason I really wanted him. I felt this kind of pull, and I kept going to the fights.”

“Yeah, I feel that pull toward Jakob.”

Trist nodded like she knew exactly what Saya meant.

“I’m a pretty straightforward person, but when I tried to talk to him, to see why I felt this way, I got scared and bolted. He actually came looking for me like some kind of creepy, sexy Russian.”

Saya laughed.

“Needless to say the rest is history, and I’m glad I finally just went with the flow and went with how I felt.” Trist smiled. “But when you feel that pull you know it’s real, girl.”

Saya thought about what Trist said. She was following this through this since she would be seeing Jakob later tonight, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous about it all. She wasn’t apprehensive about seeing Jakob, but about how she felt, since it was unlike anything that had ever consumed her before.

You know it’s real when you feel the pull.

Well, sooner or later she’d figure out how it would end, and if this was the right path to take.

****

“You coming with us to pick up the load of Harley parts?” Bodhi asked and handed off a pallet of wood. They were in the process of expanding the garage, and the Grizzlies were hauling the supplies and tools off the freight.

Jakob grabbed the pallet and hauled it over his shoulder. His bear was at the surface, giving him extra strength for this project. “When are you heading out?”

Bodhi grabbed a pile of lumber and faced Jakob. “Tonight. We should be back tomorrow morning.”

“Can’t,” was all Jakob said. They both headed toward the back of the garage to unload the supplies.

“You seeing that female, aren’t you?” Bodhi said and placed the lumber on the ground.

“Come on, ladies, let’s finish this shit so I can get home and see your mom before I have to head out.”

They both looked over at their father, Diesel. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and although he held a teasing note in his voice, their father was all business.

They chuckled and went back to unloading.

“So, you gonna answer me, or what?” Bodhi asked again.

“Dude, why do you care?” Jakob grabbed a pile of lumber and hauled it over his shoulder.

“I’m just wondering if you are after her. If not I might—”

This low growl left Jakob, and he glared at his brother. “Don’t fucking go there, man.”

Bodhi grinned. “I knew you were after her. I just wanted to see how deep that shit went.” Bodhi grabbed a stack of tools and they made their way around back again. “She’s not my type, man, but it’s clear you and your bear want her if you being about to rip my balls off and shove them down my throat is any indication.”

Jakob didn’t say anything for a second. He dropped the lumber and wiped his forehead. “Yeah, I’m seeing her tonight, and yeah, she’s something special.”

Bodhi grinned and clapped him on the back. “Good luck,” he said genuinely, and Jakob couldn’t help but smile as well.

For the first time in a long time, Jakob felt like he was really looking forward to something, like he wasn’t just moving through life anymore. It was fucking crazy given the fact he really didn’t know Saya, but Jakob knew he didn’t have to
know
her to understand and accept how he felt.

If it felt this good and they’d just met, he knew it would be fucking incredible with her.