Hidden Secrets (Satan's Prophets MC) (24 page)

“I just wanted to ask if you’d lie in bed with me tonight. I really need someone to hold me.”

Drifter got up and together they walked toward the bed. Lori was already in her nightgown so she climbed in bed and left the covers turned down for him. Drifter didn’t think it was a good idea to take off his jeans so he got into bed wearing them. He laid his gun on the nightstand and pulled Lori into his arms.

She snuggled up close against him and sighed, “Thank you, Drifter. You’re always helping me when I need it.”

Drifter tightened his hold on Lori. “Go to sleep, darlin.”

Mick was up bright and early the next morning sporting a black eye. He winced when he looked in the mirror to assess the damage. His right eye was puffy with a smudge of light purple underneath and his nose was swollen.
Great
, he thought.
How to explain this to Jaz
. He didn’t want her to know that he and JD were fighting again. Mick walked outside and when he got closer to Jaz’s door, Renee pulled up in Lori’s car.

Renee saw Mick and was totally embarrassed. She tried to avoid him, but he caught hold of her arm.

“Morning, Renee.”

She wouldn’t look up at him, just mumbled, “Morning,” back.

    Mick decided to lay it out there. “Hey, Renee—no need to feel that way. So we had a little fun.” He ran his finger down her cheek and lifted up her shame filled face. His delicate touch made her inhale sharply. “No need to be embarrassed about it, darlin.”

Easy for him to say
, she thought to herself.
Just like a typical man
. Her problem was that she wanted him. Renee liked this new woman she’d become and wanted to have sex again. She didn’t know how to flirt—that wasn’t her. So she said nothing.

Mick spoke again to break the awkward silence. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I wanted to return Lori‘s car to her and then I’m walking to work.”

“No need to walk. Wait here, I’ll get my bike and take you.”

“Um… Mick? What happened to your face?”

“It’s nothing to worry your pretty little head over, Renee. Just clumsiness on my part. I walked into someone’s fist last night,” he confessed in a flat voice. Renee couldn’t contain her giggles.

Renee loved having her arms around Mick as she rode through town on the back of his Harley. She leaned in closer and squeezed him tighter until her firm breasts were pressed against his back. When Mick pulled up in front of the store a short time later, Renee was disappointed that her ride had ended. She wanted to stay with Mick longer.

Mick couldn’t wait to get Renee to the store. The sensation of her luscious mounds with their hard, pointed nipples pressing into his back was driving him crazy. Mick took a hold of her arm to help her off his bike. Before he could think better of it, the words just came out. “Renee, how about going for a ride with me later?”

She knew she’d go, but didn’t want to appear too eager. “Let me think about it.”

Mick tried to sway her. “Come on, darlin’. Don’t be shy.” When he flashed his dazzling smile, Renee knew she was doomed.

“Okay. I get off work at two.”

“Then I’ll be back at two.”

Renee watched Mick pull away, praying the day flew by fast.

When Mick got back to the motel, he ran into JD and Jaz on their way to the diner for some breakfast. He tried to avoid them but Jaz came right over and noticed his messed up face.

“What happened to you?” Jaz asked in a shocked, high-pitched voice.

“Nothing to worry about. I was a little drunk last night and a door jumped in front of me, is all.”

JD snickered out loud and Jaz knew Mick wasn’t telling the truth, but let it go. “All right, we’ll talk later.”

JD grabbed Jasmine’s arm and pulled her away. “Stop worrying about Mick all the time.” He knew he sounded jealous, but he couldn’t help it. “He’s a big boy and can take care of himself. He don’t need you acting like a mother hen.”

What the hell,
Jasmine thought.
The two of them are acting like stupid, little kids.

Mulling over her eggs and toast, Jasmine had to know. “What now?”

“What do you mean, babe?” JD asked with a fork full of scrambled eggs half way to his mouth.

She laid her fork down on the table and looked at him. “I mean, are you staying with me permanently or just temporarily.”

“I’m living with you permanently. You’re my old lady now.” There was no way JD was letting Jasmine live by herself. After what she went through with that scumbag Joe and thugs after her? No way. JD placed his hand over hers and spoke sincerely.

“That means I’m totally committed to you, just like you are to me. I want you to get my name inked on you, too. This way everyone will know you are mine.”

“I would love that, but only if my name is inked on you.” Jasmine was adamant when she started at JD. “I want all those skanky whores at your clubhouse to know you’re off limits.”

JD smiled tenderly at Jasmine. He lifted her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. “I’m all yours, Jazzie-girl. Never doubt it.”

Jasmine was thrilled to hear him say those words. Tears were pooling in her eyes and she had to wipe them with the napkin. She never thought she’d be this happy. “I think I’m going to like having you around. Just think, my own personal room-mate with benefits,” Jaz winked with a sexually, suggestive smile.

JD’s eyes burned with passion when he replied, “You can be sure of that, baby.”

“I know of a good place to get our tats, Jasmine. This shop is over in Squire Hill. We can take a nice ride over later and stop on the way back and have something to eat.” JD wanted to get Jasmine out of the motel for the day. The sun was shining and it would be good for both of them to get some fresh air.

“Okay, but what do you have in mind for me? I want something pretty, none of those dragons and skulls like you have.”

JD had to laugh. “Like I’d put skulls on your beautiful body. We’ll figure it out when we get there.”

When they walked out the door to leave, Mick was walking towards his Harley. “Where are you two going?”

JD felt like telling Mick to fuck off—that it was none of his business, but he didn’t want to ruin Jasmine’s good mood.

Jasmine answered for JD. “We’re riding over to a town called Squire Hill, to get our names tattooed on each other.”

Mick looked at JD like he was crazy. “You sure you want to leave town, especially with Jaz?” He felt very uneasy with them riding out by themselves. “Hey, I was just going to pick up Renee and take her for a ride. Mind if we tag along?”

Jaz was thrilled to hear that Mick and Renee were seeing each other. “Mick, you didn’t tell me that you and Renee were going out.”

“We’re not actually going out, it’s just a ride Jaz. I wouldn’t call it an actual date.”

Jaz gave him a big grin. “Well, we girls think differently and it certainly is a date.” Jaz looked at JD with such happiness in her eyes, he couldn’t refuse her anything. JD was grumpy with his reply when he told Mick to go get Renee and they would meet up at the clubhouse.

Mick knew JD was only agreeing to make Jaz happy, but he didn’t care. He’d tag along to provide extra protection.

Renee was waiting for Mick outside the store at exactly two o’clock. She couldn’t contain her happy smile when he roared up on his bike.

“Hi, Mick. Where are we going?”

“Hop on darlin’. Looks like we’re taking a ride to a tattoo shop over in Squire Hill.”

Renee was thrilled. She never got a tattoo and was thinking maybe it was time for one. “Are you getting a new tat, Mick? Maybe I’ll get one, too.”

Renee was such a straight-laced type of girl, Mick wondered what kind of tattoo she would pick out. “Jaz and JD are coming along, too. Come on, get on my bike. We have to meet them at his clubhouse.”

Renee was thrilled again. She had never been inside a real biker clubhouse and couldn’t wait to see Jaz again.

Jasmine walked into the clubhouse with JD. She was glad to see Holly sitting with Striker at the bar. Holly waved for her to join them. She really liked Holly, but Striker…not so much. Roach was shooting pool with Drifter and some other bikers were sitting at a table playing cards. On her way over to join Holly, Jaz caught sight of a biker sitting on a couch that was a little further back in the room. His facial expression was one of pure ecstasy and when Jaz got a little closer, she saw why. Some girl’s head was bobbing up and down over his crotch. She stopped dead in her tracks, wondering what the hell was going on here.

JD had to give her a little shove to get her moving again. He bent down and whispered in her ear, “Ignore it, babe. Some of these guys like to show off and the sluts like an audience. They get off on it.”

Holly grabbed Jaz’s hand and pulled her onto a stool next to her. “That’s Magoo over there. Don’t pay any attention to it, I don’t. He has an old lady at home—with two kids—but that doesn’t stop him from getting his rocks off when he comes here. Now you see why these guys only let their old ladies come here for family picnics. It pisses me off, but I mind my own business. A word of advice—you’d better, too.”

Jaz looked at JD, who didn’t seem to have a problem with it. She wondered if he would do the same thing when she wasn’t around.

“Don’t even think it, babe.” JD knew why she had a stony expression on her face. “That ain’t me anymore. I have my old lady now and I won’t mess around,” he finished saying with a kiss on her lips.

“I sincerely hope not JD. I’d hate to smash another one of these sluts’ faces in,” Jaz threatened with an evil smile on her face.

Holly ordered two beers for them and turned to Jaz. “That was so cool when you punched that crazy bitch—Lila—in her face. I was proud of you, girl. I’ve wanted to smack her for some time now. I don’t like the way she eyes up Striker, but he swears he hasn’t touched any of these sluts since he made me his old lady.”

“JD better not or I’ll cut his balls off.”

Holly chuckled, “Yeah, I think you’ll fit in nicely here. What are you and JD doing this afternoon?”

“We’re riding over to Squire Hill to get tattoos. JD wants his name on me and I told him he’s wearing mine, also.”

Holly opened up her Property of Striker vest and pulled her top down to the swell of her breasts. She had a small, yellow and orange butterfly sitting on a black orchid, tattooed on the top of one breast, with the name Striker above it.

Jaz loved it. “That tattoo is gorgeous, but I don’t think I want JD’s name tatted there,” she sighed.

“I didn’t have a choice. Striker said it’s on my tit or on my neck. But at least, I got to pick out the design I liked.”

“Where did he put your name?” Jaz was very curious now.

“Oh, he didn’t. Said he knows what my name is.”

Jaz just got one more reason to dislike Striker, but she kept her thoughts to herself. Holly was happy and that’s all that mattered.

Striker and JD were having their own private conversation, away from their old ladies. “How’s your old lady doin,’ bro?” Striker asked JD.

“She’s doin’ okay. She’s a gutsy broad. I’m taking her for a nice, long ride to get her away from here for a while.”

“You think that’s wise at this time?” Striker raised an eyebrow and cocked his head.

“We’re not going alone. That fucker Mick is tagging along.”

Striker laughed at hearing that. He knew JD disliked him. “Just keep your eyes open. I didn’t hear Carlo is on the move, but that don’t mean shit. He could have feelers out searching. Is Mick carrying?”

“Yeah—at least the dumb fucker’s got that much brains in his head.”

Just then, Mick and Renee walked in. Striker slapped JD on the back. “Looks like your bodyguard’s here, bro.” Striker couldn’t resist busting his balls.

JD went over to Jasmine to tell her it was time to go. He didn’t want Mick to get too comfortable hanging at the clubhouse.

Renee was looking around in awe. Mick saw some guy getting a blowjob on a couch in the corner so he moved in front of Renee to block her view. He was glad JD and Jaz came right over.

Jaz hugged Renee. “Girl, you’ve got some explaining to do. You and Mick? Really?” Jaz raised her eyebrows and gave her a wide-eyed stare.

“It’s a long story, Jaz. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy the afternoon, okay?”