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She was sure she looked different. The dark eyeliner and heavy shadow giving her the signature smoky eyes she’d adopted years ago.
She nodded.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he snapped.
Her eyes darted past him to the closed door. And then she watched him stiffen.
“Christ. The four Death Heads that just came through the front door, it’s you they’re lookin’ for?”
She nodded and watched him run
a hand over his mouth in a stunned way.
“Holy fuck.”
“I’m in trouble, Billy. If they find me—,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
And suddenly he was all action. She watched as he pulled his cut off and tossed it on the counter, then he was yanking off the flannel shirt he had on under it, stripping down to a black tee shirt. He slipped the cut back on and put the flannel shirt back on over it. And then it dawned on her what he was doing. He was covering his cut. It didn’t take her long to figure out that he didn’t want the Death Heads to see it, to connect his club with whatever shit was about to go down.
His eyes swept down her body, and all of a sudden she was self-conscious, sure she looked nothing like the girl he remembered. But she’d done the best she could with what she had. And besides, if someone didn’t like her style they could go to hell.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered with a lift of his chin.
She frowned, confused, and then her eyes dropped to his hands that were already working his belt buckle. “W-what?”
“They see that hot pink, they’re gonna know it’s you.”
When she didn’t comply, he paused in what he was doing and reached for it, yanking it over her head and shoving it in the trashcan, the metal lid swinging back and forth with a squeaking sound. Turning back, his eyes took in her black lace bra that covered her small breasts. She’d always had a model-thin figure, all legs and arms, and she was never more aware of that than now.
“Ghost,” she tried to protest, but he was already spinning her around and bending her face down over the counter, and then his hands reached around, undoing her shorts like a pro and jerking them down her hips along with her fishnets and panties. “What the hell are you doing?”
“They’re gonna boot that door any second. That flimsy lock isn’t gonna stop ‘em. We gotta make this look good. Time to show me your acting skills, darlin’. And whatever the fuck you do, keep your head down.”
He put a hand to the back of her neck, shoving her down. Her long dark hair fell over her face, effectively obscuring her identity from anyone’s view. She could feel him working his pants open, his movements just behind her ass. Then he was pressing his hips against her and bucking, although the two of them would be the only ones that would know he wasn’t penetrating, that this was all for show.
The doorknob rattled, and two seconds later they booted it in, just like he’d predicted. It banged against the wall.
“What the fuck, man? Can’t a guy get a piece of ass in private anymore?” Ghost snapped as Jessie heard them enter. He kept his hand at the back of her neck, holding her pinned down as he continued thrusting, giving her the pounding of her life. She could feel the front of her hips slamming into the counter with every thrust. Hell, she’d be bruised tomorrow for sure. If she lived that long, that is. Thoughts of what the Death Heads MC would do to her if they found her flashed through her mind.
With her head still bent, she could look down and see their boots. She heard one of them move to the stalls, pushing the doors open to bang against each wall as they searched.
Ghost kept thrusting.
Jessie heard the other man mutter, “Nice ass.”
She yelped as she felt Ghost smack her right ass cheek, agreeing with a growl, “Damn right.”
“Let’s go,” the second man growled as he moved from the stalls to the door.
A moment later they both stomped out. Jessie lifted her head in time to see Ghost stretch his arm out to slam the door shut again. The moment it was closed, he backed off, buckling his pants.
Twisting to face him, she didn’t miss when his eyes traveled over her naked ass just before she yanked her clothes back up, her face flaming red.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he hissed.
“I really don’t think we’ve got time for that now, do we?” she bit out sarcastically.
“Maybe not, but as soon as I get you the hell out of here, you’re gonna tell me what the fuck the Death Heads want with you, babe.”
