I didn’t take my time. I didn’t want to. I took her by the hips and lifted her until she was on top of me, then positioned myself at her entrance. She sighed, sinking down on my rigid length. It wasn’t sweet that time. It was fast, hard. I held her hips as she rocked on me, riding me like a cowgirl, grinding herself against me. I watched her tits bounce up and down, heard the little sounds coming from her.
She was what I needed, the release I needed. I lost myself in her, jerking my hips up to fuck her from below. She gasped every time we crashed into each other, faster and faster.
We took each other just like that, hard and fast, until we both exploded. She leaned over me, face in the pillow, and screamed when she came. I was coming, too, pumping into her one more time before I finished.
She was better than I imagined, better than anything I ever had before her—and I’d had a lot of women. There was something different about her. I couldn’t get enough. I knew I would want her again even before I finished coming. I wished we could lock the world outside and never stop, never even get out of bed. I wanted to forget everything but the way it felt inside her.
It was a nice dream, but just a dream. When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, I knew it was time to get back to business.
Chapter Sixteen
Jamie
“You don’t have to be here,” Lance said. Flash, Jax, and Slate looked at me out of the corners of their eyes. I knew they knew what I just did with Lance, and I didn’t care. We were all adults. I wouldn’t leave, even if I did feel a little bit of a flush in my cheeks when Jax smirked knowingly.
“Sure I do,” I said, sitting with my arms folded.
“Why?”
“Because this concerns me. I need to know if I’m ever going to get out of here and whether Gigi will be safe when I do.”
Lance sighed heavily. The sweet, gentle man I’d met upstairs was gone. He was all business again.
“Do you promise to keep quiet?”
“Absolutely not.” I grinned.
“Fine, whatever. I don’t have time to screw around.” He turned his attention to his crew. “I know where Rae is.”
“Where?” Flash asked.
“She’ll be at the Greyhound bus station in two hours. Her bus leaves at six o’clock.”
“Where does she think she’s going?” Jax sneered.
“New York. She’s running.”
“How do you know all this?” Slate asked.
“I found a receipt for a bus ticket at her house this morning. She only bought it an hour or two before I got there.”
“Holy shit,” Jax muttered. “So what? We’re gonna corner her there?”
“That’s my plan. I wanna find her, ask her what the hell’s going on. Why would she run away like this? Who’s after her? And when they can’t find her, are they gonna come after Gigi?”
I bit my lip, holding back my own questions and protests. I wanted to claw Rae’s eyes out for putting her daughter in this situation. I could tell from the look on Lance’s face that he shared the sentiment—then, to my surprise, I saw that the others felt the same, too. They all had affection for Gigi and wanted to keep her safe. I felt more secure when I realized that. They were tough guys. For once, they were putting that toughness to good use.
“So what do you want us to do?”
“I need you to be my eyes and ears. Chances are, somebody will be with her. I need to know if they’re watching from a distance. When I go after her, I don’t want them coming after me. I need one of you at the front door, too, in case she tries to run away.”
“Got it.” They looked ready for action.
“What happens when she tells you why she’s running? That doesn’t change anything,” Flash pointed out. “She’ll still gonna run.”
“Fuck, as far as I’m concerned, she can go with my blessing. I just need to know why. If The Scarecrow’s after her, I wanna know what he wants. Maybe we can work something out. I don’t know. I have to start somewhere, though.”
“Gotcha.” The other men looked at each other, nodding. I realized they would have followed Lance to the gates of Hell if called to do so. They had that much respect for him, that much love for him. They wouldn’t have used the word “love,” I’d bet, but that’s what it was nonetheless. It was something to see.
“When do we roll out?”
“In an hour. Get something to eat, hang out, whatever. I wanna be outta here by five fifteen. It’ll only take fifteen minutes or so to get there. I wanna hang back, wait for her. I don’t want her to see us, or she’ll take off before I get a chance to talk to her.”