GHOST: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 5) (15 page)

“Ghost,” she moaned.

“You like that?”

She nodded. “God, yes.”

“Touch your breasts for me,” he ordered, his voice deep.

She lifted her hands to squeeze them in a kneading motion.

He kept stroking her. “Play with your nipples. Pinch them.”

She did, moaning, her head going back. And then his mouth was on her, his tongue driving her insane as he lapped and sucked until she was thrashing on the bed. He didn’t let up; he held her thighs wide as he tortured her over and over with his mouth until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, baby. Please.”

And then he really got serious, toying with her clit in a rapid-fire motion that had her crashing over into a huge orgasm, crying out.

She’d barely recovered before he moved over her again to brace up on the palms of his hands, his hips pressing against hers, pushing her legs apart. One hand moved between her legs, his fingers separating her folds and smearing her release all over her. She felt the head of his cock press against her, seeking entry. Their eyes locked the whole time. And then he speared inside her with one powerful thrust. Her body clamped down, her muscles tightening, and he stopped, having only gained entry halfway.

He held himself still, poised above her, his muscles rigid. And then he dipped his head, his nose skating along her cheek, his mouth coming to her ear to whisper, “Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me in.”

His words were like some magic entreaty, unlocking the doors, and she felt her body tingle, her muscles relaxing and a new rush of lubrication flow from her. He eased in, pressing deep.

“That’s my girl. Take it all.” His voice was sweet, soft and seductive. And she knew right then that he had the power to coax any response from her that he wanted.

He lowered to his elbows, his weight coming down on her as he moved inside her, advancing, retreating, slowly, dragging along a thousand nerve endings with every smooth stroke.

She moaned.

“I should have taken more time with you. Made you come over and over before I took you. I was just so goddamned impatient to be inside you, but I’ll make it up to you, baby. I swear. The rest of the night will be all about you. But right now, I need this, okay? I need to just take. And I need you to give.”

She nodded, her hands sliding over the warm smooth skin of his back, down to his ass. Her hands tightened, and she pulled him against her and heard him moan in response.

And that deep, low, masculine moan was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Do that again. Show me you want me just as bad.”

She did, pulling him tight with an urgency that surprised and thrilled her just as much as it did him. And then he was grabbing her wrists, his hands threading their fingers together as he pressed her hands to the bed beside her head.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He growled the command, his voice rough with need. His control was breaking; she could see it as she looked up at him. He watched her eyes as he began to pound into her, his whole body tight, every muscle flexing with his exertions as he took control of her, of this. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue delving inside, demanding everything. And she gave, taking him deep. He kissed her a long time, until he had to break away so they both could breathe.

He released one of her hands, and she felt his palm closing around one breast, lifting it and then he dipped his head, his mouth latching onto her nipple. With the deep pulling tug, her head went back into the pillow and her back arched, offering her breast up for more. He moaned against it, sucking long and hard, giving her exactly what her body silently begged him for. A jolt shot through her, straight between her legs, and she undulated, her hips lifting to meet his.

His mouth broke free of her nipple with a pop. And then he was up on his knees, his hands locking around her thighs, pulling her up against him, dragging her ass up his thighs as he began to pound into her with everything he had. His eyes locked with hers a moment before they broke free to watch her breasts bounce with his assault. That only drove him on to a more furious pummeling. And she took it, revealed in it, watching a sheen of sweat form on his flexing muscles, taking in the glory of his masculine power and this deeply primal act. And finally watching him growl as his control broke, and he found his release, his body going solid and still, as he poured into her.

His breathing sawed in and out, and he released his grip on her thighs. He planted one palm in the mattress next to her, bringing his slick, sweat covered body down on top of her.

Her arms and legs immediately wrapped around him, enfolding him in her embrace. She held him as his breathing slowed, and his body melted deep against hers, every muscle relaxing. One of her hands drifted up, her fingers threading through the hair at the base of his neck. His head turned, his mouth nuzzling just behind her ear, pressing kisses along her neck. She turned her head, her mouth seeking out his. And he gave it to her, kissing her deeply. He lifted, one hand coming to her face, his palm stroking her cheek. He gazed down at her.

And then he smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

CHAPTER TEN

Ghost awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. He cracked an eye open. The room was dark, but soft morning light filtered in around the window curtain. Picking up his phone, he squinted at the time. Eight. Groaning, he swiped the alarm off and set the phone back down.

When he moved his hand back to his waist, he felt the small hand on his abs, the soft skin of the arm around his ribs, and the warmth snuggled to his back.

He closed his eyes.
Christ, he’d fucked up
.

Last night had been amazing. Phenomenal. Best he’d ever had.
No fucking lie
. But today he had to shut it down, tell her they couldn’t do this. That last night had been a huge mistake.

She was going to end up hating him, one way or another. He could only hope that by nipping this in the bud, they would avoid the worst of it. Maybe by some miracle they could go back to the way it was. Maybe once she’d had a taste of this, it would be enough for her. Maybe it had all just been curiosity on her part. Maybe she’d just always wondered at roads not taken, and all that bullshit.

Hell, he knew he had.

He’d wondered about the what-ifs for years. Wondered what if they’d crossed this line back then. Wondered what if they’d run off together. Left it all behind. But that wasn’t the way the world worked. Shit like that never worked out. Not that society’s mores had ever meant that much to him, but she’d always been a line to him, a line he knew he shouldn’t cross.

But that wasn’t what had him second-guessing what they’d done last night now as he lie next to her sweet body. No, it was much more than that. It was the secret he carried. The shit she didn’t know about.

The one thing he knew she’d never be able to forgive.

He rolled to his back, and she tucked up under his arm, her head landing on his chest.

“Jess.” He rubbed her back, shaking her gently. “Jess, wake up.”

She groaned, her hand sliding across his belly.

Fuck, that hand dipped any lower and they were gonna have a totally different wake-up call.

“Jess.” His hand clamped over her wrist, keeping hers from straying any further south.

“Hmm,” she groaned.

He moved to slide out from under her, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he glanced back to find her blinking her pretty sleepy eyes at him. And then she smiled, and it took his breath.

“Good morning,” she murmured.

“Mornin’,” he grunted back.

Her hand slid across the sheet and up his back. When she spoke, her voice came out breathy, low and sexy as hell.

“Come back to bed.”

Tempting. Very tempting. Eve holding out that apple again.

He stood, yanking his jeans on, needing to put some distance between them before he turned back to look down at her.

Confusion. That’s what he saw on her face. Better than the hatred that someday would replace it.

“Time to roll, baby doll.” He lifted his chin toward the bathroom. “You want to go first?”

She shook her head, clutching the sheet to her chest as if she were now unsure of herself. Fuck he hated doing that to her. Making her feel insecure in her own sexuality. He suddenly felt the need to say something.

“Look, Jess, last night—” He broke off. How the hell should he say this?

She looked up at him then, meeting his eyes, but with a wariness that he hated seeing there.

Fuck, just say it, you pussy.

“It shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have let it go that far.” He watched her face harden, and her jaw tighten.

“Please, spare me the blow-off speech like I’m some…some piece of club ass you picked up for the night.”

That got his anger up, and he gritted his own teeth. “Didn’t say you were. And for your information, I don’t give
club ass
a blow-off speech. I don’t have to. They know the score. They know what this shit is.”

“This
shit?
”

Goddamn. The look on her face tore at him. He hadn’t meant to snap at her like that.

“Jess—”

Her hand came up, palm up. “Don’t. Just
don’t
, okay? I don’t need your damn excuses, or your—”

Oh, like hell! Fuck this
shit. He grabbed her hand, jerking her closer. “Just fucking listen to me a minute, will you?”

That shut her up.

“You said you’d be okay with this. You said you could handle this.”

She tried to pull her hand free, but he held tight. She glared up at him as she ground out her answer. “That’s because I didn’t think you’d be regretting having sex with me before the sheets were even cold!”

He let her go then, staring down at her, stunned. “I don’t regret the sex, Jess. Christ, is that what you think?”

“What the hell am I suppose to think?” she bit out.

He pointed a finger at the bed, his motion jerking with anger. “That was the best fuck of my life, sweetheart. Off the charts amazing.”

She slumped back, confused again. But still fucking pissed, by the look on her face. “The best?”

“Yes, Jess. The best. By a long shot. That what you wanted to hear?”

“But, how—” He watched a frown form on her pretty face.

“How could it be the best? Easy. Sex is a whole different ballgame when it’s with someone you care about.”

Why did she look shocked? She had to know he cared about her.

“Then I don’t see why we can’t—”

He cut her off. “Don’t, Jess. Okay? I thought I could do this. But I can’t. Not with you.”

“Ghost, please don’t be like this.”

He grabbed a clean shirt from his pack and moved to the bathroom, slamming the door. Leaning on the sink, he stared in the mirror.

Shit. He’d fucked up
.

She was going to be much more difficult to let go than he’d ever imagined. He knew there’d always been something between them, something smoldering just below the surface. But now? Now that he’d had a taste of just how fucking good it could be between them? How in the hell was he going to let her go when this was all over? And how in the hell was he going to handle the look on her face when she found out his club was going to use her to make a deal?

Christ, he was fucked
.

***

Jessie stared at the closed door.

What just happened? Everything had been so perfect last night. She’d always suspected Ghost would be good in bed. But the reality was so much better than she could have ever imagined. They had something together. Chemistry. Magnetism. Whatever it was called, it was there, burning hot between them. One look. One touch. Hell, he just had to walk into a room and she felt it, felt him, felt his presence, undeniable and strong. Like he was the magnetic pole that drew her like a compass.

She knew he felt it, too. So why was he fighting it?

Goddamn but he could be stubborn. She remembered that about him.
But newsflash, big boy, she could be just as stubborn.

And she wasn’t going to let this go.

Jessie wasn’t normally one to throw herself at someone or to court rejection. But with Ghost, she’d found something, something she’d never found with anyone else, before or since. And she was damned if she was going to watch it all slip away. And she sure as hell wasn’t about to let
him
throw it away or make that decision for the both of them.

It was worth fighting for.
This
was worth fighting for. She knew it. Down to her soul. And before she was through, he’d know it, too.

She smiled at the closed door.

Challenge accepted, big boy.

After they’d both showered, they once again met up with some of Ghost’s brothers for breakfast. The tiny diner they pulled up to was not as cool as the one they’d eaten in the previous morning, but the aromas that assaulted them as they walked in promised the food was good.

Jessie followed behind Ghost’s broad shoulders as he made his way toward several booths along the front windows where his brothers were sitting. They squeezed in with Shades and Hammer, Ghost nodding for her to sit next to Hammer, while he sat next to Shades.

Her eyes skated over Hammer’s big tattoo covered biceps as she scooted in, and a smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. This could work perfectly into her plan to get Ghost to realize the error of his decision to keep things platonic between them.
Well, Mr. I-can’t-go-there, let’s see how you like this action
.

“My, my, you’re a big one. You must lift weights,” she purred as she gently ran a finger over Hammer’s bicep. He sat with his forearms on the table, a fork in one hand and a piece of toast in the other. Turning his head, his eyes fell to where she touched him. Then he lifted his eyes to hers, and he grinned.

“Mornin’, Sunshine.”

“Good morning,” she murmured back with a smile. Her eyes dropped to his plate. “How’s the food?”

“Food’s great. Want a bite?” he offered, holding his fork out to her.

“Sure,” she purred.

He put the fork to her mouth, and she opened, taking the bite of the omelet he offered.

“Mmm,” she groaned around the mouthful, and his grin got bigger as he winked at her.

“Okay, enough flirting, Hammer,” Ghost growled as he reached across Shades for two of the plastic menus jammed behind the napkin dispenser. He passed one to Jessie with a look that told her to behave.

She smiled, still chewing. Seems her plan was working already.
Behave? Not on your life, lover-boy.
“So, Hammer, is it? How did you get that name?” She smiled up at him, shamelessly flirting as she scooted closer.

Shades answered for him. “We call him Hammer because he nails anything with tits.”

Ghost glared over at Shades, who replied, “What? She asked.”

Ignoring them both, she turned her attention back to Hammer, running her hand up his bicep again. “Is that really how you got your name?”

Hammer’s eyes moved from her to connect with Ghost’s as if he was on to her plan. Instead of answering her question, he asked Ghost, “She’s your stepsister, right? You’re not claimin’ her?”

“She’s off limits, Hammer.”

Hammer’s brows rose. “You’re shittin’ me.”

“Ain’t shittin’ you, bro. Leave her be.”

What the hell?

“What do you mean I’m off limits?” Jessie snapped at Ghost.

She didn’t get an answer because the waitress appeared at the booth. She held a thermal carafe of coffee and two clunky white mugs, which she plopped down in front of them and began filling without even asking if they wanted coffee.

“What’ll you have?” she asked Ghost, barely giving Jessie a glance.

He grabbed the menu out of Jessie’s hand and shoved them both back behind the napkin dispenser, saying, “We’ll both have the special.”

She nodded and walked away.

Jessie glared at him as she reached for her coffee. What was with him and ordering for her all the time? “Would you stop doing that?”

Ghost reached for his coffee. “Nope.”

***

After they ate, Ghost studied Jessie, who’d barely spoken to him throughout the meal, instead lavishing all her attention on Hammer, who enjoyed it way too much for Ghost’s liking. Nodding toward the back hall, he snapped, “You need to use the restroom, better hit it now, Jess.”

He watched her get up and head to the back, his head turning to watch her ass as she walked away. When he turned back, both Shades and Hammer had their heads twisted to watch her ass, too.

They both grinned when he caught them and glared.

“What? That’s a damn fine ass, my man. Be a crime not to look,” Hammer answered with a tormenting grin.

“Just shut the fuck up, and keep your eyes on your own paper.”

Shades chuckled, downing the dregs of his coffee. “You’re a bit cranky this morning. Something happen?”

Ghost cut his eyes to him. “Not your business.”

“Somebody needs to get laid,” Shades teased.

Hammer eyed Ghost, running a hand slowly over his beard, his white teeth flashing. “I’m thinking somebody did. And it didn’t go too well.”

Shades almost choked on his coffee, his wide eyes flashing to Ghost. “That true, bro? You hit that?”

Ghost glared at them both, but finally came clean, nodding once.

“Fucking-A, man,” Hammer said with a grin before he turned and shouted across to another table. “You owe me ten bucks, Griz!”

Griz glanced over, pulling a red plastic stir-stick from his mouth that he’d been chewing on. “No way! Are you shittin’ me?”