“No clue,” I admit.
“Thousands. And sure, some are in Arkansas, but they’re all over the country. The world, even. My dad was the head guy in the Brotherhood, and that makes it all the more dangerous for me.”
“If he got locked up, there are more men who would come after you? That’s what you’re saying?”
“Exactly. Going to the cops will only make it worse.”
I hold her until she stops crying. When she speaks again, the words take the wind out of me.
“Jack, how am I supposed to live with being a murderer?”
“I don’t know, Tess, but we’ll figure it out, together,” I say, pulling her up into my arms.
TESS
He takes me to his bed, and slowly undresses me, slipping the ridiculous men’s boxers from my legs, lifting the tacky tee shirt over my head.
He smiles, the dim moonlight peeking through the loft’s window, as he runs his fingers over my granny panties.
“You are so sexy in these,” he tells me, pulling them down, kissing the skin below my belly button.
“Tell me more,” I whisper. I’ve told Jack the worst, the things I’m most ashamed of, the secrets that have been lodged in my chest since forever.
And he doesn’t push me away.
He just pulls down my granny panties and kisses my skin and breathes words of I love you across my heart.
Jack says all the right things, but he does them, too.
“I should have protected you better,” he tells me, as he cups my breasts with his hands and kisses my nipples, twirling his tongue around until they are firm and my body is ready.
He lowers himself above me and presses his massive cock in me. His chest is so firm and strong, his biceps resting on other side of my body. Everything about the moment is secure, and this is exactly what I dreamed of when I imagined having sex with a man who loved me.
I want to be taken by him because I know he won’t leave me anywhere but by his side.
I moan in pleasure as he fills me up so completely. My pussy aches as it’s stretched around him. He thrusts deep inside of me, and I feel the pleasure as his tip presses against my core.
“Oh, Jack,” I whimper. “Yes, yes, take me.”
“All night, girl. Forever.” He pounds his cock into me just the way I like it, my pussy wet as he presses in and out until I grab his shoulders. I hold him tight as he rocks me until my pussy walls are beating, humming in release.
“Jack,” I scream. “Fuck me, baby.”
Thrusting into me, he rocks an orgasm through my legs, reaching all the way to my toes. My breath catches and my heart stirs. He comes in me and the warmth fills me, the heart radiates between us.
I don’t know what will come next. But for today, we have one another.
“The bikers are gone. No trace of them anywhere, Tess,” Jack tells me a few days later. He’s packing his bag for the flight back to Vegas later today.
I’m trying to convince him to let me stay.
“Doesn’t mean they aren’t there,” I reason.
“We’ve been here two weeks,” Jack says. “I’m sure Anarchy gave up looking for you by now. Besides, every building that either of us have access to in Vegas has been guarded non-stop. Kirby hired professional bodyguards for the both of us, and we have a secure vehicle. I swear you’ll be safe with me.”
“If I stay I can feed the chickens. Someone needs to do that.”
“The neighbor can feed the fucking chickens. If you stay here alone, we’ll all be worried sick the entire time. If you come with us, you’ll be the safest you could possibly be.”I throw myself dramatically on the couch in his studio.
“Can’t I stay here and live in a fantasy land?”
“No. I need my girl. I need you.”
He pouts exaggeratedly, and the truth is, there’s no way in hell I could say no to those puppy dog eyes.
“What are you going to do about the contract?” I ask him.
“Kirby told me they raised the offer to one hundred and twenty-five million. Apparently the sex tape was good for the brand.”
“Really?” I sit up. “Jack, that’s a lot of cash money.”
“It is.”
“You don’t seem excited.”
“I don’t think I can really relax until I can take care of Anarchy once and for all. Getting back to Vegas, I’ll be able to sit down with intel and make a plan for your safety.”
“I don’t want to tell the police,” I explain for the hundredth time. His parents know about my mom now, and they tried to talk me into going the cops as well—but the truth is, the Harrises don’t understand the Brotherhood. How dangerous they are. How going against them will put all of us in jeopardy.