No Second Thoughts (Seven Devils MC Book 2) (10 page)

“Freeze,” ordered a grim voice. The man was wearing a ski mask, but Blanche knew that voice.  She had heard it recently, but she couldn’t place it.  On high alert, she felt that familiar charge of adrenalin that she experienced when she was on the job for the Norte Mexicali. “Hands where I can see them,” he ordered. “You,” he said meaning Gretchen, “get behind me.”

Blanche nodded to her to do as she was told and as Gretchen got near the masked gunman; he slapped Gretchen hard so she fell to the ground. Gretchen stomped the top of his foot with the ball of her own;
a very good move
, thought Blanche. It worked well enough to distract him.  With everything she had, Blanche roundhouse-kicked the man in the skull. She had already killed a man earlier. She was not about to do it again, if she could avoid it. The man fell to the ground almost on top of Gretchen. Blanche pinned the gunman with her own weapon. She took his gun away from him.

But he got up to his knees and Blanche knew that he could take off and charge her in the mid-section. She was going to have to shoot for sure, but Gretchen threw a fistful of dirt in his eyes.  Even with the ski mask on, he was disabled. While Blanche held the gun, she directed Gretchen to grab the shaft of a butter churn that was on her porch and the ribbon from around the dried floral wreath. The gunman tried to lumber even though he was pretty much blind. Blanche knew the acidic forest grit had to be killing his eyes.

“Better stay still or I will shoot your feet off,” Blanche warned. He stayed still while Gretchen twisted his fists together with the ribbon and the churn stick. Gretchen radioed for help and within what seemed like an eternity, the local police took the gunman away. They were saddened to find they were arresting one of their own.

Dana Levington.

The women went back into the house and packed up a proper picnic basket. Gretchen was determined they would have their hike. She led them down to a beautiful mountain pool and, even though the water freezing in spots, it was surprisingly warm.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The weather during the day was considerably warmer than it had been by night.  And on the banks of the pool, where it was clear, the sun baked them. They skinny-dipped, letting the crisp water bathe their fit, firm bodies deliciously. And even though it was against better judgment, they swam with a glass or so of wine apiece. They were feeling nothing but peace and tranquility. Until, once again, unexpected guests joined them.  But welcomed ones, except that they were buck-naked.

Jason Fowler and Tim Paisley pulled up to the watering hole on Harleys. The word had reached Gold Creek since it was Tim’s jurisdiction and he and Jason had to come to see for themselves that everyone was okay. Shaken already, the fact that the women were swimming without a stitch on them didn’t calm them any. The women, slightly drunk, howled. Jason ordered them to get out and get dressed. He didn’t approve of their swimming while drinking. The men turned their heads while the women struggled to dress their wet bodies. They packed their stuff up and started up towards the guys. 

When Blanche stepped near Jason he threw his arms around her. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice heavy with emotion. 

She kissed him. “I’m fine,” she assured.

“What about me?” Gretchen teased.

“Oh yeah, Tim,” Jason said. “This is my sister, Gretchen Fowler. Gretchen, Tim. Tim Paisley, deputy district attorney for Gold Creek and beyond.”

“Sounds like a super hero,” flirted Gretchen.

“Okay, I like your sister, Jason,” Tim said.

“Gretchen, I need to talk to Blanche, so if you guys want to go back to the house or whatever, we will be right along,” said Jason.

When Jason said that, it seemed like the entire world disappeared and it was just the two of them standing in the middle of a forest paradise. He held her hand so tightly, as though he never wanted to let her go.  Blanche was sure she never wanted him to. He guided her to the most pastoral meadow setting. He closed in behind her. The heat that emanated from his body hummed throughout her own, arousing her immediately. 

“Are you sure you are okay?” he asked huskily.

She twirled to face him, resting her arms atop his hard shoulders.  “You feel so,
so
good,” she murmured.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he said, but gave himself over when she plied him for a kiss. His tongue swept her mouth. “Goodness, but that wine is delicious on you. I wonder if it would taste as good on other parts of you.”

“Promise you will taste it for yourself?” she asked in a sweet voice, erotically drugged.

“Everywhere?” he played along.

“Everywhere, yes,” she took his hand and showed him. “Here,” she held his powerful paw of a hand to her breast, then in between. “Here,” she grazed her nipples with his rough skin and then guided his hand between her legs. “Here.”

“Here, huh?” he asked.

“Yes,” she cooed.

“Way deep inside?” Jason inquired, his movements getting lankier and more suggestive. “Hold on,” he counseled.

He braced her while she held tight and, with a gentle motion, tapped the soft backs of her knees so that she would lose balance. He tumbled them into the grassy clearing that made a perfect bed for them. Sun spilled on him as he rose above her, making him positively glitter. He was so magnificent. He leaned down and gently traced her lips with his tongue, teasing her, making her ache to the deepest hollow of her body. She needed him. She craved to have his hardness inside, stroking her, filling her so completely.

Instinct parted her knees as far apart as they could go, inviting him to lie between them. He rolled her to the side, which was way more comfortable for her still tender head, and encouraged her thighs to hitch up to his hips as he penetrated her deeply. He pushed her buttocks against him so that he could take her so entirely.

The depth and the pressure and the excitement had an immediate effect. Blanche came hard; her whole body shook with the most stunning pleasure. It was a torrential climax that wracked every muscle powerfully as he stroked her through it. She cried to the gods, praying and begging as he penetrated into her wet body.  “So amazing, so amazing,” she muttered as he rocked her through a magnificent carnal storm.

“My turn,” he nuzzled into the dip of her neck, a powerful erogenous spot for her. She was so fully charged and the spot so fully sensitive that it caused her to cry out. His eyes rolling back into his head with his own pleasure, he managed to laugh and shush her. He hushed her with a kiss as she could feel the signs of his orgasm. She reached between and gripped his cock as it pushed in and out of her.

Now he was begging.  She told him how utterly hot he was when he was coming in her. What a powerful man he was pumping her so furiously. She sung praises to his amazing cock and the way he made love to her. He landed her with a long, deep and lasting kiss as he rode out his climax, crying against her lips.

They relaxed their weight as their pleasure subsided and they came back to earth. They remained entwined, exposed somewhat to Mother Nature. The breeze against their bodies was fabulous in their sated state. Jason made Blanche recount the thing with Dana.

“Dana is bi-polar,” he told her. “I guess he has gone off his meds. We had him in a semi-secured facility, but I guess he talked his way out. He is a well-loved guy. It breaks my heart.”

“I see. So I guess I have to forgive him,” she said, quietly suggesting that he might do the same.

He took her meaning. “I have tried every way but the right way to make you and I work best. When all this is behind us, and I have a feeling it will be soon, I think we can come to an understanding that will make us both extremely happy. And calm. And peaceful. And this…” he closed in for a slow, sensual kiss. After a lingering moment of mating their tongues together, he stopped. “I cannot get enough of you.”

“I don’t think I can get enough of you either.”

“Let’s go check in with Gretchen. She and Tim don’t know each other.  I am kind of an ass to ditch her like that, but I just had to have you.”

They dressed in their clothes. They kissed again with the threat of giving into the powerful bond between them, but chose, instead, to walk up the hill to Jason's bike.
Such a beautiful instrument,
Blanche thought. She opted to ride a bike since she was able, always loving the freedom of connecting to the natural elements, the simple yet thrilling transportation. She marveled at his bike while he started it up. The Harley sound combined with the spectacle of Jason's long powerful leg swinging over was an incredible sight. He was a breathtakingly handsome man. 

Blanche climbed on. He made her wear his helmet, which she accepted. It was like using his shirt as a nightie or borrowing his boxers; well, if he wore them. She could not get enough of him. Maybe it was the injury or the exhaustion and being on the run just days before that kept her from fully experiencing that, but she now knew it to her core.

As they came up on Gretchen's house, Blanche had expectations of a meal between the four of them. Tim Paisley, Gretchen, Jason and her. No Norte Mexicali crap. No Gold Creek animosity, though strangely Blanche was feeling confident at the moment she could win them over. When she moved passed her thoughts, Blanche sensed something. The house, itself, appeared totally normal. Nothing seemed broken or battered. There was no evidence that there had been a struggle with poor Dana Levington. But it was as if they had hit an invisible force field. Jason reacted to it to. It had them both spooked, whatever it was. Jason rushed off the bike, parking it haphazardly, not helping her off a bit the way he usually did. He dashed into the house. It was empty. Blanche checked the perimeter as she heard Jason panicking, rushing from room to room, searching for his sister. 

Blanche called to him. “Hey! Hey,” she smiled as she caught his attention. He was standing at the top of the stairs, not wishing to abandon his search. “Maybe they went for a walk.”

“Did you see his bike?” he almost snapped at her.

“No. I didn’t,” she offered as calmly as she possible could.  “Perhaps they went for a ride.”

“Baby, we were on the main road. You can’t miss the sound of his bike. He had to roll it out of the way until we couldn’t hear it,” Jason calculated.

“Sweetheart, do you think Tim did something with Gretchen?” Blanche asked, even though that was what she was beginning to think herself.

Many of the people who enjoyed Gold Creek but who didn’t actually live in the town proper and were not part of the corporation felt somewhat slighted they didn’t enjoy the same prosperity the town people enjoyed when gold was found in one of the mines. Norte Mexicali was pushing to take over Gold Creek, so it could access its wealth while people associated with the town, friends of residents for years, felt as though they could have been invited to be part of the corporation.

They would never quite admit it. Lately, these people had made easy targets for Norte Mexicali who got under their skin. Paying them off to turn against people they had been friends with all their lives over money. It was no secret to the town and those just outside it that that was an option. Tim Paisley was a deputy district attorney and he got paid well as an employee of Orange County, and an attorney. He seemed to be about getting the bad guys…But with Gretchen gone, it was looking like everyone was fooled.

“We can call her on her radio,” Blanche suggested and immediately rummaged around for it just to be certain it had not been left behind. How could the moment go from terror with Dana, to warm and fuzzy with Jason, back to full blown drama once again?

“Yeah you do that.  You tell me if you find the radio,” Jason said bitterly.  His mood had turned and he was ultra-sarcastic.

“Where’s your radio? She said she talked to you that way,” Blanche continued, trying to remain hopeful.

“I have it right here, genius,” he scowled, wiggling the phone in his fingers. “She’s not answering. He took her. He took her because Dana was here and you clobbered him. Dana was here because of you and you were here because of the drug cartel of Norte Mexicali. My sister, who never hurt anyone or did a thing wrong in her life, is gone.  He’s probably defiling her as we speak.”

Blanche swallowed hard, “I am going to ignore that just like you ignored all that I have ever done wrong. You must love her very much to be so brutal to me.”

Jason laughed,  “Man, you are just hitting all cylinders now.”

“Jason, I liked her a lot. I will do whatever it takes to bring her back.”

“Bring her back?” he asked rhetorically. “Well hopefully by that you mean home and not ‘from the dead.’” He came down the stairs and shoved passed her, “Move.” Jason mounted his bike, donning his helmet. Blanche knew that meant he wasn’t taking her with him. She wasn’t going to push it. She would stay at Gretchen’s with all the supplies she needed to formulate a plan to bring down the Norte Mexicali drug cartel.

Jason reached into his bag and put on his Seven Devils Motorcycle Club bomber jacket. The day was closing even though there was plenty of light and the mountain air was decidedly chilled. Standing on the threshold of the house, Blanche just soaked up what might be the last time she looked upon the man who was the love of her life. The traces of the intense pleasure he had just given her still lingered in her body. He looked so gallant upon his chrome steed, roaring to his sister’s rescue. “Good-bye,” he said plainly and rode off.