Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) (9 page)

“Yes.”

And then what? Oh, God. Despair suddenly rips me open and I’m bawling into my hands, just fucking bawling while Blowback looks on as if I’m folding laundry. If Saxon walks away so that he can keep his promise to protect me, how long before he begins wishing that he never had?

But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Because it won’t happen. I’m not going to let him walk.

I lift my head out of my hands. My breath comes in hot shudders and my chest feels hollowed out. Empty.

Determination is slowly filling it. “Will they have a leg to stand on if the terms of the First Lady clause are fulfilled?”

There’s suddenly a glint of life in that flat gaze. Surprise? Admiration? I don’t know.

“No,” he says. “It’ll cut their legs out from beneath them.”

I nod and take a deep breath. “All right, then. What exactly needs to happen—and when is the next meeting?”

Saxon

Blowback is texting while the hands go up on the Titans vote. Unanimous. If the Titans vote the same way, they’re in. It’s what I wanted and yet right now I’m not celebrating. I’m five seconds away from slamming my fist into my veep’s face. Texting as I call for a vote. Showing such fucking disrespect. On today, of all fucking days, because as soon as the next item of business is finished the First Lady clause goes up to vote, and I’ll probably be walking away.

Widowmaker begins reading the next item on the agenda. I rub my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. My head is pounding. I can barely fucking hear him. Then I realize he’s not talking. He’s just silent. Everyone is silent. And they’re looking toward the entrance leading from the garage.

Jenny is standing there.

My heart slams right up against my ribs. Why the hell is she here? Is she hurt? Being chased by the Eighty-Eight? I come up off my stool but she doesn’t look afraid. Her chin is up and she…

Looks fucking amazing. A black dress with two tiny shoulder straps fits her like a glove from her tits to her upper thighs. She’s wearing heels that make her legs seem endless. Her hair is loose and hanging down in thick waves, and I’ve never seen her eyes so smoky or her lips so red.

She focuses on me and starts coming. My brain lurches ahead like a choked engine. She’s here, looking like that. And Blowback was just texting.

Letting her know when to come in?

Anger slams through me like a runaway train. I whirl on him, fists clenched. “If you said a fucking word to her—”

“She came to me,” he interrupts evenly.

This isn’t going to fucking happen. I push away from my seat and head her off. Her eyes are on me, her shoulders back, and she walks past the club members as if she doesn’t give a fuck, but does she think I can’t see how nervous she is?

I meet her halfway. She grips the edges of my kutte and smiles up at me but I don’t let her get a word out. “Come with me.”

“Saxon—”

“My house,” I snap out and I’ve never been this ripped up. So pissed. So fucking overwhelmed. She would give this to me? I would
never
ask for it. Yet she just offers it as if it’s something I deserve. “You’re quiet until we’re upstairs and we can talk about this.”

She seems suddenly twice as nervous. Her teeth catch her bottom lip as she nods. I know I’m being too rough but I can’t deal with this. Not here.

I lead her toward the stairs climbing to the loft that serves as the executive board’s private space but I don’t miss the grins that flash across some of the brothers’ faces. They’re watching her walk away. But not looking at her ass, I realize. She’s got four words embroidered down the back of her dress.

Property of Saxon Gray.

Jesus Christ. She’s going to fucking break me.

• • •

Jenny

I’m not going to throw up. I’m not going to throw up.

It’s been my mantra since I woke up this morning, yet I’m more nervous now that I was walking into the clubhouse. Saxon’s expression burned with rage when he turned on Blowback, but now it’s the dark and mean look that says he’s barely holding onto his control. And since he’s taking me up to the loft to talk—not just hustling me away from the clubhouse—I’m not just nervous but feeling guilty. I should have warned him I was coming. We should have talked it out before I sprung this on him.

I know why I didn’t, though. I was afraid that he would say the clause was nothing and that I would let him persuade me that was true. I was afraid that I’d take the easy way out.

He leads me into the conference room and shuts the door. With a sigh, he asks, “What are you doing, Jenny?”

“Cutting the legs out from beneath anyone who intends to hurt my man.”

His eyes gleam a little at that. “They aren’t doing it to hurt me.”

“They’re just stupid, then?”

A short laugh breaks from him but it deepens into a groan. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “Maybe. Fuck.”

That sounds resigned, not angry. “You’re not just going to forbid it? Or tell me it’s nothing?”

“I was going to. I was going to say that there was no fucking way this was going to happen.” Dark blue eyes steady on mine, he crosses his arms over his broad chest. “But I’ll lay it out, Jenny. It’s easy for me to sit out there and let you ride my cock. And I’m not one to pass up an opportunity. I would never have asked for this from you, but I’m not going to throw this gift back in your face. I’m also not going to make this decision for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” His voice sharpens. “I’ve done nothing worth thanking. There’s no negative for me here—unless it hurts you. Unless you’re scared. Then it will be fucking torture for me and worse for you.”

Swallowing hard, I nod. “I know. And I don’t think it’ll be easy. But I’ve got a plan—I’m just going to suck on your cock until you’re about to come, then get on until you do. It’ll be quick.”

He doesn’t look persuaded. “You’re nervous as hell.”

“Yeah, well.” I can’t really do anything about that. “I just keep reminding myself that it’s nothing to them. We’re just another couple having sex. The only people it really matters to is you and me. So I’m just going to pretend they aren’t there and only think of what we want. And if they, you know, want to show their admiration—”

“They won’t touch you.” His gaze holds mine. “I swear to God. The whole thing stops if they try to.”

Relief sweeps through me. My legs shake from the strength of it. “I would have forced myself to—”

“No.” He’s shaking his head. “Forced yourself? Fuck, no.”

“Okay.” The pressure in my chest is suddenly overwhelming. This
is
going to happen. “Okay, then.”

“Any second you want to stop, we do.” He tugs me close, lowering his mouth to mine in a sweet kiss before saying again, “Any second.”

Heart thundering, I nod. With my hand clasped firmly in his, he opens the door. The loft is like a smaller version of the downstairs clubhouse with sofas, flat screen TVs, and tables. There wasn’t anyone up here when we went into the conference room but now Blowback is waiting for us, along with Stone, Gunner, and Spiral. Only Blowback is on his feet and looking at us, though. The other three are sitting on the sofas and poking at their phones.

Saxon frowns at them. “What are you doing?”

“We had a conversation downstairs,” Blowback says. “If the Riders’ president is going to fulfill the First Lady clause, then we agreed it isn’t necessary for every club member to stand witness. I asked them if they’re going to doubt the word of the executive board and they aren’t. So you can perform it up here, just in front of the officers, instead of down there.”

So many fewer people watching. My hand squeezes Saxon’s. “You’re missing some officers.”

Blowback shrugs. “Old Timer elected to remain downstairs because he doesn’t want to watch anyone but his old lady. Widowmaker elected the same, claiming that participating might cause conflict between him and his wife, and he persuaded the other board members with wives or old ladies to stay below, as well.”

But someone has to stand witness. So the single board members remained.

All of that couldn’t have just happened spontaneously, though. Blowback must have been planning that ‘conversation’—and likely enlisting the help of the elder bikers to pressure the others to fall in line.

Saxon seems to realize the same. He clasps Blowback’s forearm, and his voice deepens when he says, “Thank you.”

The veep nods and his flat gaze falls on me. “We have also decided that, in order to remain in compliance with our Constitution, we will respect your woman’s history and we won’t bring any hurt on her—so we’ll only show our admiration if she invites us to do so.”

“I might kiss you for this,” I tell him.

A smile touches his mouth. It doesn’t make him seem any less scary. His gaze returns to Saxon’s. “We
will
make sure you’re in full compliance. They’re taking our word. You can’t touch her. You can’t help her. She has to take you. You have to come inside her. That means no condoms.”

Saxon frowns. “We won’t make liars out of you. But we can’t risk—”

I stop him. “I took care of it. The birth control, anyway.” When he looks at me, I tell him, “I already had an appointment. I got an IUD. Are you okay for the rest?”

He suddenly grins. “Yeah. Went in for a test the day after you showed up at my Den. I wasn’t sure what I’d need to persuade you to take a chance on me.”

“Then we’re good.”

“Real good if I’m getting into you bare.” Saxon tugs me toward one of the sofas. “Let’s get this done.”

I kick off my heels on the way. God, so much better. I assumed that I’d have to come in and be all sexy in front of everyone. I was thinking of Lily and how she said that so many of the guys lived in Porno World, and if my worth is going to be judged by my hotness level—no matter how stupid that is—then I won’t give anyone a reason to say I’m not good enough for Saxon.

He sinks down onto the leather, big and sexy and this isn’t going to be so bad. I can’t even see the guys behind me. Saxon sits back and locks his hands together behind his head—so that he doesn’t forget he can’t touch me, I realize. Otherwise it’s a casual position, purely masculine, with his knees apart and his boots planted solidly on the floor.

“On your knees, woman,” he says, but not in that hard way he usually has. He’s teasing me. Trying to put me at ease.

And I need to be put at ease because I’m still shaking a little. With a tremulous smile, I kneel between his feet. My hands slide up his denim-covered thighs. He’s not even hard yet. The bulge behind his fly is just his package, not an erection. That’s new. Usually I don’t even have to touch him. I look up.

His teeth are clenched. “You’re fucking trembling.”

“I can’t help it.” My hands go to his buckle. “But you’ve got to get into it, okay? Because you have to come.”

His jaw tightens before he nods. His eyes close.

“You better be thinking of me,” I say and his mouth twitches.

“I am, princess. I’m thinking of lifting you up over my face and sucking all the juices from your wet cunt.”

And that apparently helps. His dick is already stiffening when I finish unbuttoning his jeans and spread his fly. Even partially soft, his shaft is thick and heavy, lying against a dark thatch of hair that narrows as it arrows up to his navel. God, I just love his cock. I stroke his burgeoning length before leaning in to swirl my tongue over the head. His body tenses. A few more licks and he’s fully erect and his breath hissing between his gritted teeth.
Yes.
I swallow him as deep as I can, then somewhere behind me leather squeaks as if one of the guys has shifted position on his sofa and every muscle in my body freezes.

“No, princess. No.” Saxon’s voice draws my gaze up. His blue eyes are intense and locked on my face. “They’re not looking. All right? It’s just you and me.”

I nod and suck again, but now I can only feel my ass, because I’m bent over Saxon’s lap and it’s like a thousand eyes are staring at it, even if none are. Even if it’s still covered by my dress. I suck and suck, and now my face turns red with every slurping sound, and when I try to go deeper and choke, I wonder why I ever thought I could do this. Only a few days ago this was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, taking him deep into my mouth, into my throat, and now my hotness level is hovering somewhere around zero.

“Hey.” His face dark, Saxon abruptly leans forward, cradling my jaw in his hands. “Are you done? You want to walk? I’ll walk out of here with you, Jenny.”

“No.” My voice is hoarse and I’m fighting not to let the tears filling my eyes spill over. “I can do this.”

He’s battling himself. I can see it. Maybe deciding whether to say fuck it all. But he finally nods. “Why don’t you come on up into my lap. You’ll take my cock in real deep and we’ll get this going.”

Real deep.
That always sounds nice.

“Hands, boss,” Stone says quietly behind us.

“Fuck off,” Saxon snarls back, but he lets me go and fists them beside his thighs. I crawl up onto the sofa, preparing to turn around and straddle him in the reverse cowgirl required by the clause. I pause when he shakes his head. “Face me and kiss me first.”

I can do that—and it’s exactly what I need. Swinging my leg over his lap, I center myself over his erection and claim his mouth. He tastes so good, and heat slides down my belly like a good shot of whisky. My tension and shaking slowly ease as I lose myself in him, and I keep going back for another taste, another lick.

“I think I’m okay now,” I say softly against his lips.

His voice is rough. “And so fucking beautiful, Jenny.”

I smile and step back off the sofa, holding his gaze as I reach up under my dress to tug down my panties. Only my breasts and genitals have to be exposed for this—ostensibly so that everyone can easily see that I’m really taking his cock, but I suspect that Lucifer was just a pig—so I don’t need to get naked. I’ll
 just hike up my hem and pull down my top.

The nakedness won’t be so bad, anyway. I’d rather parade around nude than share something as private as sex with Saxon.

It’s just him and me. Him and me. But although the others aren’t looking, I can see them when I turn around. They all appear as stiff and uncomfortable as I am. This must be the worst public sex they’ve ever seen.

Or not seen.

I sigh and slide over Saxon’s lap, his hard chest against my spine. He can’t hold me, but I love feeling so much of him pressed against me.

His voice is low in my ear. “All right?”

“Yeah.” I reach down between my legs. Dry as a fucking bone. I rub my clit and close my eyes. “Are you going to lick me later?”

“Damn right, I’ll lick you. I’m going to eat you all up.” His teeth catch my earlobe and I shiver. “Tell me how wet you are.”

“Um…”

“Jenny.” It’s a pained groan. “You’re always wet.”

“Now you know how I felt when you weren’t hard.”

“I am now.” He kisses the side of my neck. “So fucking hard. I keep thinking of how you’re going to feel when you get your pussy around me. I haven’t fucked you like this before, but when this is all done, I’m going to get you home and sit you over me like this again. I’m going to bend you forward and spank your ass every time I fill your cunt. You want that?”