Ride With The Devil(17)

And then everything changed.

She moaned as one hand found her body, and then the other. He didn't hesitate now. One hand grabbed her hip, pulling her against his obvious arousal, the heat of it burning her through their clothes. The other hand slid up from her waist to her chest, kneading her breast firmly before sliding his thumb over her sensitive nipple.

She felt the world tilting as he angled her backwards against the wall. He bent briefly to pull one of her legs up and around his waist, opening her femininity to his pleasure. He grunted and started grinding himself into her groin, fucking her through her panties and his jeans.

Oh God!

She was mindless, circling her hips against him, not minding as he pulled her top to the side and lowered his mouth to her bare breast. His lips closed over her nipple and flicked his tongue against it repeatedly. Her hands tangled in his hair as she realized she was getting close.

Jack was going to make her come. Standing up. In an alleyway.

His hand slipped down and pulled at the edges of her panties, seeking entrance. She didn't stop him. She couldn't stop him. She whimpered her need as he slid one finger under the elastic, touching her soft lips.

"Hey! Jack's having a taste of that sweet red wine!"

Raucous laughter filled the air as a group of drunk bikers spilled out into the alley way. Jack cursed under his breath and yanked her against him, shielding her from their sight.

She stood there, frozen as Jack turned his head and raked his gaze across the group. They left in a hurry, clearly afraid of the deadly looks Jack was throwing their way.

"Sorry, man."

Finally they were gone. Jack held her for one moment longer and then let go of her abruptly. He watched impassively as she pulled her clothes back into order. She was breathing heavily, still aroused. Still wanting more.

"Is there somewhere we can go?"

He shook his head, as if just waking up from a stupor.

"No."

He grabbed her arm and propelled her through the club and into the front parking lot with everyone watching. She didn't like the way he was acting. He was treating her like a bag of trash he had to take out.

She found herself fighting back tears. Again.

"Mike!"

A prospect ran up to them. She knew him from high school. He’d been a few years above her and Kaylie.

He had a large red scar on his jaw. That's right. They called him Whiskey Beard.

She felt Jack thrust her away from him toward Mike.

"Drive her home. Make sure she gets inside and make sure she stays inside."

Mike nodded and walked over to his car. He'd been behind the bar all night working so she wasn't afraid to get into the car with him.

But she wanted to stay here. With Jack.

"Wait- Jack- what's wrong?” She stood there, feeling like a fool. Her voice sounded weak and insecure to her. But she tried again anyway. “Did I do something wrong?”

He stared at her so coldly that she dropped her hand from where it had grasped his jacket. But she didn't give up. She couldn't.

"When can I see you again?"

"No repeat customers."

She felt her stomach drop as she watched him grab a scantily dressed girl standing nearby and throw her over his shoulder. He didn’t want Janet after all. He just wanted to get laid.

And not by her.

She turned away and followed Mike meekly to his car, feeling sick.

Once again, she'd ruined everything.

She just didn't know how.





Chapter Twenty-Two





Jack





Fuck.

Jack thrust the blond girl away from him as soon as he was inside the club. He stalked up to the bar and held out his hand. Without a word Donnie handed him the rest of the bottle of tequila.

He pulled on it deeply, filled with self loathing.

He'd almost taken her in a Goddamn alleyway! Next to the trash. He'd treated her like trash.

He closed his eyes, seeing her tear filled eyes as he'd thrust her toward Mike. Why should she care if a piece of garbage like him didn't want her? It didn’t make a lick of sense.

But she had cared. She'd cared enough to make her cry.

He’d made her cry, dammit.

He had a shit ton of work to do in the morning, a lucrative custom job, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything in that moment.

"Hey, I heard you hit that sweet piece of tail in the back! Let us know if you are through with her, would you? I’d sure like a taste.”

He looked slowly over his shoulder and saw Frankie K. The red haired son of a bitch was waiting for him to high five him.

Jack's mind went blank. He saw everything that happened next through a haze of red. It was like he wasn't even there. In the back of his mind, he wished he wasn't.

Him grabbing Frankie's hand. Him crushing his hand in his fist. Him pummeling the guy into the ground until someone pulled him off of him.

Not someone. A bunch of guys. He'd find out later it had taken five guys to pull him back.