Ride Me Away (11 page)

My next meeting with Jackson was this week. It had me a little nervous. I was still gaining trust in the group, so I couldn’t rush anything, but I knew Jackson would be disappointed with no results.

He used to be one of the top agents back in his day, which meant he expected the same from everyone else. Sometimes the constant threat of being pulled from a job was hard on a person. But more often than not, it got him what he wanted.

The only information I had on the club was about the shootout the other night. The cops had been interviewing all of the members, but none of them disclosed anything about any deaths and no bodies had turned up yet. As far as the law was concerned, it was a bloodless fight.

That information had to be kept a secret—at least for now. I knew Jackson would take immediate action against them if he found out. My emotions were getting in the way of a federal investigation, and I knew it. I just wasn’t ready to see Jag behind bars. I needed more time to think.

I hopped on my bike nice and early, heading out to the same abandoned yard that we had met at before. I noticed him behind me shortly after I left my apartment in that same junker of a car.

Stopping my bike against the wall of the old house, I turned myself to sit side-saddle on it. Jackson pulled up behind me and got out to sit on the hood of his car.

“So, what have you got on the Saviors?” he said as took off his sunglasses and folded them.

“Nothing other than what you already know. I’m still working on gaining their trust.”

“Anna, it’s already two months in, and you’re telling me you have nothing yet?”

“There was hardly any intel on them when I started. What do you expect?”

“I expect results from my top agent, Anna.” He crossed his arms. “Next month, there better be something.”

“Well, I’m not ready to disappoint you yet. I have something else. It’s not on the Saviors, but I happened to be in the right place at the right time and came across a drug operation. They’re selling coke out of Club X.”

“And…?”

“They’re using the bar as a cover to deal it. The owner had five bags in his desk, clearly for resale. He has everything documented in his office.”

“Documented?”

“Yeah,
everything.
”

“Well that’s convenient,” he said, standing back up. “Good work, agent. I’ll look into their finances and see if we can get a warrant. We’ll clean that guy out ASAP.”

Jackson walked back around to the car door and opened it.

“Next time, I expect something on the Saviors.”

He pulled out of the yard, leaving me stuck between a rock and a hard place. At least Club X would buy me some time.

Things between Jag and I were still confusing. He wouldn’t contact me at all for long stretches of time, only to just show up out of the blue and haul me away. This was one of those long stretches between contacts.

I expected to see him again soon, unless I’d scared him off somehow. My thoughts were on him as I drove his club’s motorcycle to work.

Things just never seemed to change at Club X, and I’d seriously started to wonder if these three men had any kind of life outside drinking beer and laughing.

The only thing that was new around here was Ryan’s attitude toward me. He hardly talked to me anymore since Jag showed up to drag me away. His voice no longer had any emotion or excitement in it, and he was cold toward any conversation I tried to initiate.

“Hey, Ryan,” I said as I walked up to the bar.

“Hey.”

“All right, man. I gotta ask. What’s your beef?”

“My beef? If you really gotta know, it’s you hanging around with that biker guy. Those guys are dangerous. You shouldn’t be around them.”

“That’s what this is about? The biker gang that you told me was harmless?”

“Yeah. I thought we had something going on, then all of a sudden Mr. Badass Biker Boy shows up here and drags you away.”

“Ryan, what we had was nothing. It was just for fun.”

“Maybe you should have told me that. I felt something more…”

He set his towel down on the counter and left the bar, heading into the back.

No wonder I haven’t had a boyfriend in years.

I didn’t really know how to handle something like this. Following him might have just made him think I cared and encouraged more of this behavior. The last thing I needed was for him to fall in love with me right now.

Instead, I took over his position at the bar and hoped that something interesting might happen for once.

BANG!

The front door swung open with a thud against the wall. Men in armored suits came rushing through.

“Freeze! Get on the ground!”

They pointed their guns at the three men and myself. We all raised our hands and laid down.

God dammit, Jackson.

One of them jumped on top of the bar and pointed his gun at me while another tied my hands behind my back. I heard the rushing of footsteps heading into the back room. Jackson had clearly obtained his warrant.

I heard yelling and screaming from the back. It sounded like Ryan was resisting arrest.

“We got some coke on these guys,” I heard one of the officers say from the other side of the counter.

“Good, haul ‘em out.”

I hated this part of the job; acting like a criminal just so I could remain undercover. None of them knew who I was, anyway. To them, I was just another low life.

I heard the door to the back open up again.

“Bastard set fire to his desk,” I heard another man say.

“Fuck. Did you put it out?”

“Yeah, but almost all of the papers got burned. We found a line of coke across his desk, though, so we can haul him in.”

“Good. I want everyone back at the office for questioning. Get her outta here.”

The officer that had been watching me forced me to my feet and pushed me out of the building, throwing me into the back of a cop car.

They tossed us all in holding cells at the station. They put the men in one and me in another. My hands were untied, but theirs weren’t. Ryan’s eyes never left me from under his brow. His gaze was full of worry and a hint of anger. I tried my best to avoid eye contact.

The three men sat quietly, waiting for a lawyer before they would say anything. Max appeared to be the most nervous of them.

Jag showed up about a half an hour later.

“Jag? What are you doing here?” I asked as I stood up.

“Better question is what are
you
doing in here?”

“Looks like I chose a bad place to work. Turns out they were selling coke under the table.”

“I could’a told you that. I thought you knew.”

“A bit late for that now.” I gave him an ugly look, pretending to play the oblivious girl. I knew upstairs would have me out in a few days, but I didn’t want to make anything more obvious to Ryan. He was beginning to scare me a little.

“They can’t hold you for long. Once they figure things out, they won’t be able to keep you in here past a few days.”

“Yeah, I know. Guess it should have been obvious. These were the only three guys ever spending money in that place,” I said, nodding my head toward the men in the other cell.

“I’ll see what I can do. Give me a call when they let you out of here,” he said as he turned to leave.

A couple steps later, I called out to him. “Jag, how did you know I was in here?”

He turned around briefly and said, “How do you think, hun?” before turning back to the door.

Ryan’s stare was even more heated than before, only this time, it was directed at Jag. I needed to distance myself from him.

 
A few days passed by and the police had nothing to continue holding me on. The bad news was that Ryan was in the same boat. They couldn’t pin any charges on him because Max had burned enough of the evidence.

Max was going to trial. Despite his best efforts, they still had enough to likely put him away for a long time. The other three men were charged with possession and awaited trials of their own.

I called Jag and waited in the station until he arrived for me. Despite all of my training, Ryan was strong, and if he got the drop on me, I might be in trouble.

When Jag showed up, we walked out together and Ryan approached us.

“What are you doing, Kim?”

“What do you mean?” I responded.

“Him. What are you doing with him?” he said, nodding to Jag with his eyes still focused on me.

“You leave her alone,” Jag said as he stepped in between us, but that only angered Ryan even more. He tried to shove him out of the way to get to me, but Jag knocked him to the ground with an unexpected right hook.

“Let’s get outta here,” Jag said as he grabbed my hand and led me to his bike.

Things were getting out of control on this mission. I was supposed to be flying under the radar, not causing fistfights in the street.

Jag took me back to my apartment and shut off his bike. He pulled his helmet off and turned his head to the side, squinting in the sun.

“Go grab some things,” he said. “You’re staying with me for a few days. I’ll wait down here.”

I looked at him in shock for a few seconds before it truly sank in. Jag really was going to try and protect me when I needed it. I grabbed his face and planted a huge kiss on the side of his cheek. A smile erupted across his face.

“Come on now, hurry up,” he said, his voice a happy chirp.

I went into my room, grabbed the duffel bag from underneath my bed, and threw it on top of the covers. I filled it with as many of my belongings as I possibly could without busting the zipper.

Just as I was zipping it up, I noticed one of my vibrators.

Nah, I don’t think I’ll be needing those.

I threw the bag over my shoulder and headed back downstairs. Jag was still there, waiting patiently.

“Got everything?” he asked.

“Yup,” I replied before giving him another kiss and jumping on my bike.

The two of us rode side by side down the streets, me following his lead as he led me back to his house.

He lived just a few blocks down the road from the Saviors’ clubhouse. His place was a light blue and appeared completely normal on the outside. He had an old pickup parked in the driveway in front of the detached garage and his front yard was kept up well.

“Nice place,” I said as we took our helmets off.

“Thanks,” he said as he walked up the front steps to unlock the door.

I followed him into the house and shut the door behind us.

“You can put your things in my room,” Jag said as he turned around. He placed one finger just below my breasts and dragged it up to my chin. “After all, that’s where you’re going to be sleeping.”

He stepped closer to me and took the bag from my hand, dropping it onto the floor. His other hand found its way around my back and to my ass, where he took hold of me firmly.

“Come on, I’ll show you my bed.”

His hand traced around from my ass to my front, grabbing hold of my belt and dragging me along. With my eyes fixated on his wide shoulders swaying from side to side as he walked, my moistening pussy gave me no choice but to follow.

When we got to his bedroom he hurled me onto the bed face-down. He crawled up on top of me, snarling in my ear as his hand found its way underneath my body. He undid my belt and slid his hand further underneath my waistband.

I wriggled around in pleasure underneath him as his fingers made contact with my clit. His cock began swelling up against my ass, and I couldn’t resist the urge to grind up against it. Soon it was completely firm, and I couldn’t wait to get it inside of me.

Sliding my pants down, I began rubbing my bare ass against him as I fumbled with his belt behind my back. As soon as it was loose, I quickly reached for his waistband and pulled it below his cock.

He laid back down on top of me, his dick now pressing up between my ass cheeks as we rubbed against each other.

My moans grew more intense the more desperate he made me. He was still rubbing my clit with one hand, yet not giving me the thing I desired most.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

He gave no response, still grinding the length of his cock between my cheeks. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside.

Reaching around behind me, I took hold of him and aimed his length toward my opening. I was his for the taking.

“Fuck me, Jag,” I moaned again.

This time, he gave in. His cock slid smoothly between the wet lips of my cunt. His fingers continued their motions on my clit, only adding to the immense pleasure of that first insertion as he filled me.

His steamy groans filled my ear as he pushed his cock deep, then withdrew it from my grasp. Each time felt even sweeter than the last.

My fingers took on a mind of their own as his pace quickened. I grabbed for his sheets; the pillows; anything that I could get a grip on. My moaning became uncontrollable as he pinned me to the bed.

Each breath I took filled my nostrils with his smell. I loved the musky fragrance he possessed; it was intoxicating.

I angled my ass a little higher, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. Between the fingers rubbing my clit and the hard cock destroying my pussy, I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Jag had me on the edge, and I’d soon be spilling over.

Biting onto the pillow to muffle my moans of excitement, the orgasm began forcing its way through my body. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shocked every last muscle, right down to the tips of my fingers.

Jag began thrusting and groaning uncontrollably as well. Each push into me came with more and more force as he filled me with his white hot cum.

He let out one final satisfied breath before pulling out and laying down beside me. I reached for some Kleenex he had on his nightstand and cleaned myself up before cuddling next to him.