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CHAPTER EIGHT

Her bike. Blanche had let it roll down into the gully. It was the only way she could think to conceal it. If the Norte Mexicali had come to Jason's house, they would have eventually seen it and Blanche couldn't take that chance. In her mind, she had been thinking of Jason, but now she was confused. And now she had to confess she might have damaged her own bike. "I need to talk to you," she said feebly.

He was cold. "I've been trying to get a conversation started with you since the moment we met. Like hi, what brings you here? And how is it you knew my name, Ms. Herrera?"

She had never given her last name to him, but he knew it just the same, because that was how she registered at the boarding house. She quickly took a mental inventory to see if there was anything in the few possessions she brought with her that would tip her identity as El Salvador.

"I don’t think my bike is working anymore. I'm going to have to catch a ride with one of you," she said.

"Fine. Show me the bike. We'll see about it," he answered.

All the riders including the woman, whom Blanche had been jealous of, were dressed in full jeans. She felt ridiculous in her hot little jean shorts and her ballerina tank top and sandals. She knew she looked smoking, because that's how she always planned it, but she wasn't dressed for riding.

She walked out in front of Jason to show him where she had ditched her bike. She had not let it roll very carefully. There it was, precariously resting atop of the canopy of some low-lying shrubs. Blanche was going to inch down the incline of the gully and walk it up. The dirt on the ground was loose and the way down was steep. The slick soles of her sandals skated. She looked dumb. She felt dumb. She slid down through the branches and landed on her butt. She just folded her arms around her knees and tried very hard not to cry.

Jason stepped carefully, quietly behind her. He sat, with one leg astride her hips so she fit snuggly into him as he basically spooned around her. "Who are you and why are you here? And why does a little bitty woman like you have no fear taking on a huge man like Hawk?"

"I came here," she started, but choked. "I was just going to stay a few days," she tried to make up a story, one which incorporated elements of the truth but one that wasn't too damning. It couldn't be done. "It is true," she said lamely. "I can defend myself."

Jason softly chuckled, "That might be the understatement of the century. So why are you here in my little town right about a week after Hawk shows up? I heard that he's in a lot of hot water because he misbehaved at the café. How about you? Did you get in any trouble with anyone for raising hell yesterday?"

Blanche's heart sank. He knew something, but how much, she wasn't sure. "I don't have my phone, Jason. I left everything behind last night."

"Everything?" he asked, his words tickled as he whispered against her face.

"I can't go back to where I came from," she started to say. "We probably should get back to your friends. Help me up with my bike. If it needs work-"

"We'll take care of it. We'll see what to do about the rest of your life after we check in with Denise Cranston."

Blanche and Jason untangled her bike from the fine lace of the branches. It wouldn't start. Jason looked it over, but couldn't figure out what the problem might be.

"I barely pushed it," Blanche said. "It doesn't make sense."

"My mechanic will know. He’s over at The Motorcycle Place," he said. And the bike was left out back of Jason's as everyone took off.

Norte Mexicali's Hawk and his buddies were temporarily in the Gold Creek jail and the boarding house fix-it guy was already working on the repairs to the place. Hawk mercifully left Denise Cranston unscathed, but she was shaken and she was clear that Blanche was no longer welcomed to stay. The rent she paid would go to the damage. Blanche wanted to protest, but she decided against it.

"I'll just get my things, then," Blanche said.

"Well you had so few things to begin with, so your friend, Hawk, gathered them up and took them."

Blanche felt the blood drain from her face. "But my wallet, my cash. My ID. You let him-” she bit her tongue. "I'm stuck. No place to live and no money."

Jason placed a hand on her shoulder. "Once again, we will handle it. Maybe the sheriff has your stuff down at the station. Let's not get upset before we have to."

"It's a beautiful day," Denise said to Jason. "I'm setting out food. A picnic. There's plenty for everyone. A bunch of us are going to go swimming."

"I'm bringing Blanche. I understand your feelings," he said with a charming, sympathetic smile, "but she has no place to go."

Denise Cranston rolled her eyes.

Blanche had had it with her brief landlady's attitude. "What is your problem?" she demanded. "I am sorry if my defending myself caused trouble for you. I didn't invite that man to come your house."

"I have a feeling you invite trouble wherever you go," Mrs. Cranston countered.

Blanche took a menacing step forward and was about to curse her when Jason intervened. He wrapped his big and powerful arms around her, which spurred her on to kick and yell.

"Let me at her!" she hollered.

Jason pressed his face to her hair after pinning her close to him, rendering her unable to move. "Behave or I swear, I will spank you."

Blanche relaxed, having little doubt he wouldn't. He directed one of his guys to go check in at the sheriff. The Seven Devils couple helped Denise Cranston with the picnic and Jason took Blanche by the hand.

"You are trying to convince me you wouldn't be upset if you were stranded in a strange place all alone?" Blanche asked.

He stopped and regarded her. "Really? Does it really feel like you are without friends right now?"

She didn't know what to feel. He was her only lifeline at the moment to food, water, shelter and safety. And hot, hot, hot sex if she could work it. She could not help but gawk as he walked ahead of her, his muscles ripped beneath his tank top, the curl of his hair at the nape of his neck. He was a magnificent man. She liked everything about him. The things she hated about him - the rules, the concern and sticking his nose into other people's business, she just about adored it now.

"I'm sorry, but I asked you a question. If you weren't so damn cute-"

Jason stopped short. Blanche felt it too. Overcome by the power of their own chemistry. She had never experienced anything remotely like it. She had liked a man pretty quickly before, but not like this. Not so fast. Well, not ever.

He didn't give her a hint as to where they were going. He walked her over to a sweet little consignment shop. He was going to take her shopping. The storeowner was friendly. It seemed everyone in Gold Creek knew everyone by first name. Why not? They were sitting on their retirement in gold and they were all sharing.

"I have a few dresses that would be perfect for her. They are small sized and perfect for her." The shop keep pulled romantic, simple dresses out that were perfect for the summery California weather.

He bought her a bathing suit. They were set for the picnic. Next, he took her a few doors down and got a watermelon for the party and a couple of glasses of iced tea to go. Jason and Blanche headed down to the water where picnic tables, a couple of grills, and blankets were spread on the banks of Gold Creek Bay, whose water was unbelievably cool and inviting.

A couple of the Seven Devils bikers were setting up a band. This town did just about everything together. For a moment, Blanche had to admit she wanted to belong. Sooner or later, though, the truth would be out that she had come to Gold Creek to kill him. She hated her choices so bad at the moment. She wondered if there was a way out.

The music sounded pretty good. Blanche was something of a singer and she was tempted to ask to join in. If things were different...

Jason set the watermelon on the picnic table with the instructions that it was a community watermelon. She took a seat and watched him slice it. She found it hot that he knew what to do and played with the idea he was probably a great cook. She already knew he was a great caretaker.

He picked up a chunk and rimmed her lips with it. She seized with arousal. It was involuntary. She could not help but react so strongly to him.

He leaned down and whispered, "I want to eat this off of every part of your body." He fed her and moaned. He teased her with the sugary fruit. "I'll bet you are the only thing that could make this taste sweeter." After fawning over each other, he said, "Come. Let's go for a swim."

Jason and Blanche went hand in hand for a walk around the area. It was a magnificent place, Gold Creek. She was heavy with regret that it couldn't be her home. It was all she could think about. That and the fact that Jason Fowler could not be her man.

Or couldn't he?

The breeze was light and the water glittered. It made a lapping sound as tiny waves broke against the shore. Jason blocked the view of Blanche from the picnic. He gently reached around and unzipped her new dress. Beneath the dress was her new bathing suit. Blanche was a petite yet voluptuous woman. The simple swimwear was extraordinarily flattering. She knew it was judging from the look on his face. Jason was a little paralyzed, overwhelmed by her appearance.

She could not help herself. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him. Slowly. "I want to make love to you," she said to him. "Let's go into the water. Take me."

CHAPTER NINE

Jason's eyes were wolfish. In an almost trancelike state, he slowly stepped towards the Bay. He stripped down to a pair of shorts and then waded into azure green pool. He turned and floated on his back, eyeing her. The chill of the water as she tried to find the courage to dunk under once and for all had her nipples hardened to a rigid point.

He reached up and tweezed on while an unmistakable look on his face signaled his intent. His hand dropped and found the space between her legs. He wantonly explored while they remained locked, gazing into each other's eyes. They were some distance from the picnickers who did not seem to have the same interest that they did of being in the water.

As she had her back to them and faced Jason, she slipped the triangle fabric of each side of her bathing suit top and exposed her brown, glistening breasts to him. It was so bold and erotic to be basically naked for his eyes only out in the broad daylight.

Jason stood, making a great rushing sound in the water. He cupped her breast before embracing her fully. They swam a few feet, stopped to kiss, and swam until finally they waded back to shore about half of a mile from the picnickers, around the bend of a grassy mountain side that rose right out of the pool of water.

In their total privacy, Jason pressed Blanche's body to the wall of earth and got inside of her. The gentle breeze brushing their wet bodies was cooling, almost chilled in comparison to the heat of searing hot flesh that pumped into her.

Jason was huddled into her, the both of them bracing against the mountain to maintain their footing and stay entangled standing up. Blanche was scrunched, half squatting and, from that position, was able to reach between them to toy with his testicles. The jolt of surprise to him was his undoing.

His eyes rolled back from the wonderful sensation she knew she was giving him and his eyelids fluttered. His rhythm quickened and became empowered. Blanche spiced it up by telling him very graphically how much she liked what he was doing.

"I love the way you drive into me," she whispered. "I'm so, so wet for you."

She clamped her mouth like a vampiress, tantalizing the sensitive curve at the base of his neck, as he had done for her, to drive him crazy. He made a noise like weeping. Blanche showed him mercy and thrust her hips to agitate him completely to his climax. He peaked and slumped in sated contentment.

"My goodness," he uttered finally. "Your turn."

Blanche perched up on the rock ledge and wantonly pulled her knees back. The position tightened her body, antagonizing every cell of her enervated flesh. The sun's heat on that part of the body that never so boldly saw out doors was nothing short of wicked. She had never been one for public displays of affection, but they were secluded yet exposed, and an opportunity like this might never come again. She wanted to come for her beautiful man.

Blanche touched herself. Her flesh was slicked with both arousal and perspiration. She was alive with the pleasure he had given her. She lay back, fully displayed and put on a show for him.

With her legs parted, her went down on her. Jason's tongue darted in and out, lapping and teasing as she worked herself. The gentle breeze coming off the water was incredibly sensual. It caressed her whole body as her ecstasy built. Blanche came against Jason's mouth.

He hummed, making a vibrator with his mouth so that her pleasure would be heightened. He was so, so masterful.

Mentally and physically, she had never been so satisfied. She murmured. "Let's go join the others. I'm starved." She was hungry despite the charming breakfast he had prepared for her.

They made their way to shore and walked the little way towards the Seven Devils and a few other citizens of Gold Creek. It had turned into an impromptu festival. The simple band had turned into a little orchestra.

Someone brought a guitar, which then turned into an amp and a microphone, to another electric guitar and a bass. The café had sent over a tub of ice stocked with beer. Blanche rarely indulged and especially not while on the job. She desperately wanted to be off the job. She cracked a beer and sipped.

As warm and friendly as it all seemed, Blanche knew it was not going to be all smooth sailing. It was apparent that some of the people didn't welcome her. There was an unmistakable chill that traveled through as Jason and Blanche appeared from the beach and rejoined the party. Rick and Dana, the deputy and sheriff were there. Mrs. Cranston was there. And the reception was stiff.