Beneath His Ink (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 3) (7 page)

“Calm down, detective, I’m just going to see if there is anything to drink.” Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything in the refrigerator that would help ease his situation, at all. He found a glass and got a drink of water. He wanted much more, but since he wasn’t going to be able to get more nothing was going to stop him from standing in the kitchen to get away from the jackass in the other room.

It didn’t work for long as the guy was standing in the door way watching him. He was just standing there silently.

“I know you don’t think we are trying to take good care of you guys, but we are. This group of guys has been running around this city doing god awful things. This isn’t the same Reapers you left a year ago, and they need to be taken down, but not on your backs. We are just trying to do what’s best for everyone. I know you aren’t going to totally trust us, but give us a little slack. We’ve been doing this for a long time, and we haven’t lost an informant yet.” The heartfelt speech should have made Tyson feel better, but it didn’t.

“There’s always a first time for everything.” Tyson looked into his glass and concentrated on the water wishing he could get this over with. The chuckling coming from Johnson wasn’t something he was expecting. The man had an expression of mirth on his usually blank face. Tyson would have taken a moment to enjoy it, but he was still a bit too stressed for hilarity.

“You’re more like me than you think.” Johnson said as he turned to leave the kitchen.

It wasn’t but a few minutes until Ella came back looking like she’d been shaken and stirred. Not in appearance, but in the look on her face.

“Is everything alright?” He wanted to grill her on what they said to her, but he knew he couldn’t with them in the other room.

“Yeah. They want us to head on over there.” She turned to leave the kitchen, but he didn’t want her to go just yet.

“Give me a hug before we go,” he said and was surprised when her face made an expression like she didn’t want to do it. What the fuck had they said to her about him? Now he had something else to ponder. He was called the Ice man when he was working with the Reapers because nothing got to him. Whether it was all those years that just had emotions piling up on each other or it was just one green eyed, red head that got him to tip the scales toward the emotionally havocked, he didn’t know, but he hated it.

“How about a quick kiss and then we have to go.” She walked over and gave him the fastest peck he’d ever gotten from her. He didn’t know what was up or what those douche bags had told her, but he hoped they’d be alive to work everything out.

She was out of the kitchen and by the door before he could say another word. The silent looks she exchanged with McCullough weren’t making him feel any less murderous than he had when he went in to the kitchen to escape the first guy.

“So the plan is to take the money to the deal, exchange it, and go. You don’t really have to get them to say anything else. The fact that you owe them money has been established as well as Ella, and they are demanding more back than you gave. Once it exchanges hands, you guys can be out of the mix.” McCullough sounded like it was going to be a simple operation, and Tyson hoped he was right.

“Are you going to wire me?” They talked about wiring him up so they could get the feedback on what was going on, but now he was getting the bum rush out the door.

“No time, but we’ve got you covered. Your phone should cover most of what we need.” Johnson patted him on the back. The man had the asshole role down to a science, so whether this was the way he normally was or it was a front, the man needed to be shaken or slapped.

“Most? What about the other part?” Just when he was starting to actually trust these guys… well if not trust them at least he was resigned that they were doing the best they could.

“It’s okay, Tyson, let’s just go,” Ella said like she was trying to keep the peace. “I have the money in the bag, and we need to get this over with.”

“Alright, Ella, let’s go.” He gave the side eye to the two cops that held their lives in their hands. When she walked toward the car, he turned to them. “If anything goes wrong, save Ella first.”

CHAPTER SIX

Tyson looked like he was going to self-combust and they didn’t have much time before they got to the place. He had his right hand resting on the emergency brake that was in between them, so she grabbed it and placed it between her two hands.

“I know that you are really tense, but I just want to tell you that I wouldn’t change a single thing. The last few days I’ve felt like I’ve really been living whereas before I was just surviving. Whatever happens today, I want you to know that I’ve had the best time I’ve ever had, and I’m so glad I was sent to find you. Not for them, but for me.”

He brought her hands to his mouth and kissed them, but he didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say about how she’d acted in the kitchen. The expression on his face almost broke her heart but she’d been told things that he couldn’t know until later. She sucked at keeping secrets, so the best way for her to keep them would be to be quiet or at least not talk about what was going on in her head, but she couldn’t let him think she somehow doubted him or regretted anything they’d done.

He pulled up at Haymaker’s, and she knew this place from her previous days trying to score drugs before her incarceration. She didn’t know if they were supposed to be going inside or if they were going to duke this out in the parking lot. Tyson picked a parking spot furthest away from the door, and then they waited. It didn’t take long before they heard what sounded like bees swarming closer and closer. There had to be over twenty motorcycles that parked in a row close to the car.

“Stand as close to the door as you get and jump in and go if things get crazy. I’m leaving the keys in the ignition and the car on.” Tyson looked tense, and she was starting to feel how serious this was. It didn’t feel like a drop and go, but what else could they have wanted.

They both got out of the car at the same time, but she tried to stay close to the door like Tyson told her to.

“Here you go,” Tyson was trying to get this over with, she knew he was, but there was no way it was going to work.

Stephen watched her like he knew her personally, and she didn’t think she’d seen him before. “Why so shy, Ella? Come on over here.” The man crooned like they were on a first date not like they were practically being held hostage.

“She’s fine where she is,” Tyson said in the calm voice she loved so much. He seemed jittery in the house and during the car ride, but he sounded like there was no problem now. She knew him well enough she could tell there was a lot going on under the surface.

“You think this all was about the money, Tyson? I’ve been into our Ella here for a long time.” The man walked closer to her, and she began to feel a bit of fear. What the hell was this guy talking about?

“I don’t think we’ve met,” she said trying to give the police a few more minutes to get here because Tyson was right; something was going down.

“You may not remember me, but I was at your trial and I saw the way you got railroaded for something you didn’t do. I apologize for that. On that day I decided I was going to take over this club and make some changes. The guys who let you fall for that are no longer with us. I took care of them for you.”

This man had more than a few screws loose, and it looked like he wanted her to thank him for killing the people who set her up. There wasn’t a hallmark card for that she was sure, and she didn’t know what to say. “Ummmm, thanks?”

“Everyone wanted to know why Bruce had to be taken care of, and that was because he gave you a job and then lost you. He was supposed to tell you that you could have a job at the club, but instead he told you to find a guy he couldn’t find.” Stephen was close enough to grab her if he wanted, and she took her eyes off him to see that Tyson had been grabbed and was struggling with about 5 men.

“Look, I don’t know what this is about, but Tyson and I just wanted to drop off the money and be done with this. We don’t want any trouble.” She thought that was going to make the situation better, but the look in his eyes got more deranged if that was possible.

“So you’re with him, now?” Stephen took turns looking between the two of them.

It was like the whole world stopped. She looked over at the love of her life and knew that if she gave the answer her heart wanted, that might be the end of him. The word “no” was coming from her mouth, but she could feel her head nodding yes. Fuck. She was not good at telling lies, but now it was life or death.

Stephen picked her up and carried her to his bike, and she couldn’t fight hard enough. She cursed her petite frame and her lack of muscles. He had her straddle him and held her there with one arm while he looked like he was going to attempt to drive off with the other.

Where was he going to take her, and when he took her there, what was he going to do to her? It was unthinkable, and she was terrified. He started up the bike when the police finally surrounded them, but Stephen was not giving up.

“Hold on, I’ll get us out of here.”

Had he lost his mind? Was he trying to act like he was saving her? She made a last ditch effort to pull away from him. She was on the handlebars trying to kick him in the face because he couldn’t handle the bike. Then she kicked him in the chest, and his head exploded. That didn’t make any sense to her, but then she was falling… the bike and all.

She didn’t know what to do. Life was a bitch if it let her get through all of this only to let her die because she hit her head on the concrete. She turned her head and could see Tyson trying to catch the falling bike, but unless he was Superman he wasn’t going to make it.
Dear God, I love that man.
If that was going to be her last thought she’d go in peace.

When the bike came to a bouncing stop, she found herself in the humongous plastic shield. It wasn’t often that she cursed her size and then loved it within the same night. She was scooped up into a fierce hug by Tyson as he kissed her face. Well, she didn’t know when she’d gotten such a warm welcome from Tyson; she may have to be chased by a crazed, obsessed killer more often.

The medic asked if they could take a look at Ella, and she didn’t think Tyson was going to allow it. She was enjoying the whole caveman thing too much to stop it, and she felt fine, but in the end, he let her go, and she was happier than she’d ever been. They were free of this whole mess. The Reapers leader was chasing them for something other than money, and looking back at the mess that was Stephen, she knew that problem was solved.

Life was good.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“You wired her?” Tyson had never felt so many emotions at one time. He was glad that this shit was over, but these fuckers took the long way when it came time to help them and then shot the bastard when it was possible they could have shot Ella.

“We knew you wouldn’t think it was a good idea, but we didn’t think they would be on her as much as you. The hard part was getting her out of the house without hugging you. We didn’t want to chance you feeling anything or her telling you.”

“I want to hurt both of you for putting Ella in harm’s way when I told you not to, but I’m going to be okay that this is all over. Since you used her and you heard that they set her up with the drugs, which was the reason she had to go to jail in the first place, how about your do her a solid?” Tyson looked at both men, and they nodded at him, but he wanted to hear some words so he continued to stare until he found some.

“We’ll see what we can do.” McCullough said as he turned away.

It took 45 minutes for Ella to be cleared by the medics, but it was worth it because they said she didn’t have to go to the hospital.

Everything was falling into place, and Tyson wasn’t used to that. From what he could tell they were both alive, they were able to keep their money, and there wasn’t anyone looking for them. He loaded her in the car and backed up into the street. It was so surreal. A few hours ago they were pulling in, and it seemed like the world was coming to an end. Now the bad guy was dead, the other bad guys were locked up, and they were on their way home like they’d just been out for drinks and a movie.

She was sitting on her knees facing him, and he didn’t have the heart to say she should have her seat belt on. With what she went through today, if she wanted to drive around with her ass hanging out of the window, he’d not have said a word.

“You have nothing to say?”

“About what?”

“Normally you are fussing if I’m not wearing my seatbelt, but here I am on my knees, facing the wrong way and seat beltless, and you have nothing to say.”

“I’m happy you’re alive to do the dumb shit you’re doing. How’s that?”

“Speaking of dumb shit, did you really think you were going to catch me when the bike was falling?” She said with laughter in her voice. He couldn’t believe she would even joke about that; his heart skipped a beat just remembering that she almost fell and cracked her skull on the black asphalt outside the bar.

“Don’t even talk about it.”

“It’s too soon to joke about it?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to talk about it let alone joke about it.” He wanted her to know he was serious, but he didn’t want to scare her. “That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. I thought that was the end of you.”

“Since we are all happy that everything ended alright, and you’ve told me that you can’t wait to get back on your bike, we probably won’t be in a car for a good long while.” She was clearly up to something, but there was not enough space in his brain to figure it all out.

“Not if I can help it.”

She leaned over and placed her hand on his cock. He wouldn’t have believed that he could even get hard right now, but his red headed temptress surprised him again.

“Then we need to do this now.”

“What?”

“I’ve always wanted to suck you off in a car while you’re driving.”

He was going slowly, and they were in a residential area. They just got out of trouble. Did they need to get pulled over by the cops with his cock in her mouth? Instead of just thinking, he should have said something because she was already moaning around the head of his cock, and there was no way he was going to stop her.

“You like this?” She asked between licks and sucks up the shaft and circling the head.

“How could I not?”

She took as much as she could while she jacked his cock, and he’d never been so close to coming so fast.

“Hold on, Ella,” he said as he fucked his cock into her mouth. His cock clearly wasn’t getting the message that this wasn’t a good idea. At his words, she sucked harder and pumped faster, and the car slowed to a creep as he filled her mouth with the hardest cum he’d had in a while.

She sat back in her seat without even putting him back into his pants.

“Was that bad?” She asked while she wiped her mouth with her hand.

“If you’re asking if that was not well done, then no it wasn’t bad, but if you’re asking if it was naughty, dirty bad then yes it was.”

“Maybe you should do something about that,” she said as if she were coy.

“If you want your ass spanked, I will certainly oblige. I know you like the way I tap your ass and rub your clit. Going back and forth between pain and pleasure. You want to come hard for me, don’t you, Ella?”

“Yes,” she hissed out.

“Take your pants off and play with your pussy, but let me see your tits first.”

She pulled her pants off and lifted her bra and shirt so he could have access. She brought her feet up to the seat, so she was sitting there with her ass on the seat ready for him. It was a good thing they’d just gotten home because he didn’t think he could go any longer watching how aroused she was. He turned off the car and brought her over to his lap.

“You want to be a bad girl?”

“Yes, please.” She panted and whimpered even though they’d not done much yet.

Fingering her pussy the sweet wetness covered his fingers. He brought his fingers to her mouth and wiped them on her lips before he devoured the tart taste of her pussy on the other set of lips he liked to kiss just as much as the first set he’d just been playing with.

She guided his cock into her moist wetness, and he couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t used a condom with a woman. The sensation was so good. Much more intense than when he wrapped himself up.

Crack.

He smacked her ass and was flooded by the wetness of her pussy. His girl really liked that so he did it to the other side. It was like pressing play because she rode his cock like a rodeo princess with every smack of her ass. She was close, and so was he. He bent her back so that he could get at her tight red nipples that were just begging to be sucked and tasted. He sucked one into his mouth and moaned at the rightness of this whole encounter.

“Suck me harder, Tyson, make it hurt.” She was pinching and pulling the nipple that he wasn’t sucking and damned if that wasn’t turning him on more than he would have thought. He watched her and couldn’t believe that she got more beautiful the more time he was with her. She was riding his cock with her head thrown back, one hand squeezing her nipple and the other hand behind his head encouraging him to stay where he was.

He bit her nipple a little harder than he normally would and gave her a hard swat on her ass. Her rhythm of her ride was off, and she was contracting like mad on his cock. His balls were stuck in his jeans and he hoped she wasn’t getting anything caught in his zipper while she soaked the front of his jeans with her juice.

She already came, but she was still wildly fucking him as he bucked up into her like a wild stallion. His cock scraped his zipper, but it didn’t stop him from getting as deep into her as he could. He was using her hips like handles as he moved her up and down to get maximum force. She put her hand down to her clit and rubbed like she could come again. Just when he felt her pussy squeezing around his shaft again, he followed her, and they came together.

“Fuck,” he yelled as he emptied his balls into her hot pussy.

When they stopped breathing like they’d run a race, he looked at the fogged up windows and was happy that no one would have been able to see them even if they wanted to. They were sweaty, hot, and trying to gasp for breath, but that didn’t stop her from kissing him all over his face. For some reason, that was almost more intimate than the whole exchange in the car.

She got off of him, but she never let her gaze leave his face. She straightened her clothes before she got out of the car and then leaned in so she could say something before she left. He was impressed that she could pull herself together and have a clear thought; he couldn’t wait to hear what she was going to say.

“Now that we’ve christened the drive way and the living room, round three should be in the bed. Last one there has to follow orders.”

He watched her run to the door laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world, and for now she didn’t. Looks like he was going to be the one following orders since she got more than a moderate head start.

His phone rang, and he recognized the phone number.

“What do you want now?” Tyson said to the detective that called him. It probably didn’t have as much fire in it as it should have since he’d come more times in the last few days than he had in the last few months.

“We just wanted to thank you for helping us get the Reapers under control. We won’t need any more help from you. The last thing is we’re glad you waited until you were parked for the last bit. You could have had an accident.” Johnson was cackling like a hen.

“You’re just jealous,” Tyson told him.

“Damn, right.”

“Great. Just turn off all the monitoring shit, you pervert.”

“Will do. Have a good night and have fun following orders.” Johnson hung up on him again, but he couldn’t even be mad about it. He sat in the car and laughed for a few seconds before he headed up to see Ella. His girl would never be boring that was for sure.