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"That's it. Squeeze my cock. Let me feel you drench it with your cunt." His dirty words and the bite he gave me on my breast sent me over the edge, and I came with a scream that echoed against the walls around us. With a final grunt, he pulled me down on him, grinding up into me as he spilled hotly inside my channel. I collapsed over his chest, breathing hard with my eyes squeezed shut. I would be feeling him for days on my skin, inside me, and I never wanted it to go away.
We lay there together, just taking each other in, enjoying the aftershocks, and letting our heartbeats return to normal. The shrill ringing of a cell phone broke into the moment, making Jack curse viciously. He held onto my back tightly as he reached over to grab his phone, then smoothed his hand over my back soothingly when he answered.
"Fuck off." He made to hang up the phone but paused before cursing again. "What?" he barked into the phone. "Where?" After listening for a few more minutes, he cursed loudly, then hung up, throwing the phone to the bed. I watched it bounce, then settle just before falling over the edge. "Goddammit!" he roared, making me flinch at the sheer volume.
He turned to me with a grimace, running his hand through his hair. "Sorry, baby." He let out a heavy sigh and climbed off the bed. I watched as he walked over to the dresser, pulled open a drawer, and took out a pair of boxer briefs. He yanked them up his legs, tucking himself away inside, then grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor.
"I'm really sorry. There's been a fucking accident. Fuck!" He stopped in the process of pulling his shirt on and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I have to go take care of some shit." He came over to the side of the bed where I was curled up with the blanket tucked under my chin as I watched him prowl around the room. He sat next to me and cupped my cheek. I blinked up at him, worry filling me. Jack generally didn't act concerned or agitated, not like this. Something awful must have happened for him to be so obviously distressed.
"I'm going to send someone over to stay with you so you aren't alone. I don't like leaving you like this." I nuzzled my cheek into his palm.
"Is everything alright?" It was a stupid question. Obviously, things weren't alright in the least, given the way Jack had been stomping around, looking like he was mere seconds from ripping someone's head off.
"No, little Queen. Things aren't alright. But they will be, just as soon as I put the Boogeymen into the ground." So it was the other motorcycle club that was the problem. Now, Jack's reaction made more sense. Very few things could seem to get him worked up, but The Boogeymen MC seemed to top the list. "I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay?" He waited until I nodded, my eyes wide and on his. "Do not leave this house. Don't open the door until one of my guys gets here. It will probably be Lock. Are you okay with him being here with you?"
"Yes, that's fine," I agreed. I didn't know Lock well, but I didn't have a problem with him. At least he hadn't given me any reason to have a problem.
"Good girl." He kissed my forehead, then glanced down at his phone and cursed again. "I have to go." He stood up and went to the closet. He disappeared inside for just a few seconds, then quickly reappeared with his heavy motorcycle boots in one hand and a pair of socks in the other. He took one more long look at me and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else before clamping his jaw shut tight. His eyes turned hard and practically frosted over with how cold they were, becoming the Jack that everyone else knew. And then he was gone, slipping out of the bedroom door. It was a couple more minutes before the front door opened and closed. I heard Jack give Zero a command to stay and guard the house right before the motorcycle started up.
I didn't move for a long time, even though I knew I needed to get up and get dressed since someone would be coming by sooner rather than later. But, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had covered me ever since Jack started getting ready to leave. I couldn't say for certain where the feeling stemmed from or what I was most worried about. It was just a deep, nearly overwhelming feeling of impending doom.
ChapterTwenty-Six
THE NIGHTMARE KING
Dust and gravel flew in my wake as my bike raced down the dirt road on the short drive to the clubhouse. Very little would have been able to take me away from my Queen's side at this time—my pregnant Queen–except the threat of war.
Three warehouses full of weapons were in flames, and one of my loyal club members was in the hospital with a bullet wound to the neck. It was nothing short of a declaration of war. Oogie was calling me out, and I was going to answer his call. He was going to regret stepping foot in Pumpkin Patch. This was my territory, and he could take it from my cold, dead claws.
I roared to a stop, not bothering to turn off the engine. Every single member of the Devil's Nightmares was ready and waiting for me outside the clubhouse. Before leaving my cabin, I had gone into my hidden safe and armed up. Every available inch of my body was covered in weapons, and it looked like each of my men were similarly armed.
I eyed Lock and waited for him to walk over to me. Before I could say a word, he nodded, his usual devilish grin gone from his face, replaced by a rarely seen seriousness. "I've got her, Prez."
I nodded once, understanding that he would protect her, but stared him down. "Lock," I knew my eyes offered nothing but death. "She's pregnant."
"Say no more, man. I was already going to protect her with my life. I swear it."
With nothing left to say, I turned to the gathered members of my club and looked them over one last time. They all wore the same looks on their faces, ones that said they were prepared to kill to protect our town and keep our territory out of the hands of our enemies. Without a word, I shot forward, leading the group as we rode toward The Four Corners. As neutral territory, no fighting was allowed to be conducted there other than during sanctioned fight nights. That didn't mean that we were going to ride into a meeting with our enemy unarmed.
The Boogeymen had burned three of our warehouses simultaneously to gain my attention and then shot one of my men, leaving him for dead when he got too close. They may say it was to get my attention, but it couldn't be considered anything other than a blatant call for war. Calling a meeting on neutral ground with the other clubs as witnesses was a play Oogie was making for a specific reason. I just didn't know why yet. And that pissed me the fuck off.
As we rolled up the long road to The Four Corners, the lot was already full of bikes from all the surrounding clubs. Some bikers were standing beside their bikes, smoking. Most looked to be pissed off to be called out on such short notice, their day interrupted by this bullshit. Nobody liked what the Boogeymen were attempting to do with Pumpkin Patch. If they managed to get my town, there would be no stopping the Boogeymen from taking each surrounding territory. Oogie might think that he had the strength and firepower behind him, but he would find out that the rest of the clubs weren't going to stand by with their thumbs up their asses.
As I pulled to a stop in an empty section of the lot reserved for my crew, each of my guys pulled in behind me. Shock and Barrel pulled in next to and just behind me, leaving me clearly in front as the President and leader of the Devil's Nightmares.
I swung my leg over the side of my motorcycle and stepped forward, my arms down at my sides, my hands open and ready to reach for a weapon. Rules of the neutral ground be damned if Oogie made one wrong move. The man himself stepped forward from where he was leaning against his big beast of a bike. It was painted red, a large pair of dice with grinning skulls on them on the gas tank. It was nice artwork that I wanted to see burned to ash along with its owner.
"Bones!" His hands were outstretched as if he were greeting an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time. "Good to have you join us today. I am sorry that it had to be under these circumstances. I heard your man in the hospital is hanging in there. Sorry to hear about him. What rotten luck that he happened to be around at the wrong time."
We both stepped no further than the front of our bikes and met each other's stares. Everyone around us had stopped all conversation, coming to attention to listen closely.
"You declared war today, Oogie." My words were gravel coming from my throat, the ice-cold tone held death and was clear to everyone, but the fucker just laughed.
"Aww, I was just getting your attention, Bones. You didn't even call me when I burned the last one. I had to step it up a little. No real harm done, right?"
Everyone on the lot shifted uncomfortably, knowing that it was bullshit. This was a dangerous game he was playing. You didn't burn down another club's territory as an alternative to picking up a goddamn phone.
"You got my attention, Boogeyman. What the fuck do you want?" It was the moment of truth. He either stated his intentions to take over, or he lied and revealed the coward that he was. Either way, he wouldn't get the backing he was likely hoping for.
