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“Uh, Jason,” I moan, and his face scrunches as if in pain, loving the sound of his name on my lips. “Someone might walk in.” I tip my head back as my orgasm hits like an earthquake.
“That’s it, baby. Let go,” Jason groans. “If the doctor walks in right now and sees your cum face, he’d leave the room iron hard.” He removes his soaked finger, then gets off the bed, moving into position so he can bury his face between my legs. I’m so unprepared for it. Still so touch-sensitive. I give a strangled squeak as Jason tongues my clit, the soft, textured heat dances around my pulsing nub, skilled, and tactile, leaving me gasping for breath, thighs trembling before another frisson of ecstasy shatters through me and wrings me out.
“Uh,” I gasp loud enough to raise suspicion, the lights flickering behind my eyelids.
Jason tongues me until I can’t take anymore, then wipes his mouth against my inner thighs. I hear the creak of his zipper and the rustle of denim. He crawls over me, covering me with his heft, then plunges his pierced appendage straight to the root. My pussy sucks down the entirety of his length, creating a vacuum of suction as Jason thrusts. We’re half-clothed, and if anyone were to walk in here, they’d get a vulgar view. The bed creaks as Jason rocks against me, his bare ass grinding against my groin, his spread legs keeping mine wide open to accommodate him.
“Fuck, you got me,” Jason groans into my ear. “I’m gonna cum.” His face scrunches with pleasure, and he thrusts harder as he cums.
For a long while, I forget everything else and enjoy the safety of being wrapped in Jason’s arms. It feels like I’ve rested my eyes for five minutes, but as I wake with a jolt, I can tell by looking through the window at the inky night sky that it’s much later than I thought. Jason is gone. My mind fills with panic, and I grab my phone from the nightstand. With trembling hands, I drag my finger around the home screen, drawing the security pattern that unlocks the device, then accidentally tap an app. My family tracker app that Bodie set up for me. I’m about to close it, but something weird catches my eye, and it’s enough for me to rub the sleep from my eyes and look closer.
“It can’t be?” I utter bemusedly, seeing my brother’s location marker moving toward the old container units behind the industrial park.
But it is. I see it clear as day. It’s telling me that Bodie is here at Mountview and not sitting on a cloud wearing a toga, a fluffy pair of angel wings, and playing a golden harp, with a halo on his head.
“No, stupid.” I tap the palm of my hand against my forehead. “He’s dead. Someone has his phone.”
I mull it over for all of two minutes before swinging my legs out of bed and snatching up the bag of clothes. My gut instinct is telling me that’s where Jason is heading. I know it’s stupid, but I can’t just sit here and wait. I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to Jason and I could have done something to stop it. So, I sneak out of the hospital, which isn’t easy. It’s miles away in the wrong direction. The only way for me to get there is if I hitch a ride or take the bus. Hitch-hiking is sketchy. Even in an emergency. The busses will take all fucking night to get there. But then I see a nurse get out of a cab, so I rush to catch the driver before he goes through the barrier. He agrees to take me most of the way, which is fine. It leaves a five-minute walk. It’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ll be able to navigate my way around using the tracker app. It’s a small price to pay for the truth.
ChapterNine
I’m so hyped with adrenaline. My heart is beating so fast I can hear the blood pounding in my ears. Soapbox packed me some comfortable clothes and a pair of sneakers, which makes it easier to sneak up on Jason in stealth mode. I follow the location marker, glancing at my phone screen now and then to see which way it’s moving. The industrial park is quiet at night, amplifying the slightest sound. I’m careful not to scrape my feet as I hasten my steps, taking care not to step on anything that’ll give me away. Checking my phone, I can see the location marker has stopped behind an auto parts warehouse. The muffled voices coming from near the loading bay tell me that my suspicions are correct. Someone has Bodie’s phone, or my brother has miraculously risen from the dead. The sickening thing is, I don’t know what the fuck to expect, and it scares me.
“I knew you were working for Mayor Booker, just admit it!” I hear Jason shout, and my stomach lurches.
I turn off the app and keep hold of my phone in case I need to call Sheriff Dan for help. Now I have the gut-wrenching task of looking around the corner, dreading what I’ll find. My head is screaming at me to run, but my heart refuses to listen. I need to know. So, I inhale a shaky breath and peek around the corner, seeing several dark figures standing parallel to one another in the floodlit loading yard. I recognize Mohawk Guy and his goons from the dive bar. There’s another guy standing between them, and I wrack my brains to think where the hell I’ve seen him before. Then it hits me. It was the time the Jackals came to the auto shop and threatened Bodie. Holy shit, that’s him. That must be Marcus Jackal. And Jason is practically within punching distance from him, with four guys I recognize from the back. Tex. Rooster. Hustle.And wait.I squint to get a better look.That’s the mysterious biker guy who saved me from the fire.He’s wearing the same biker leathers that have vertical red and white stripes down the sides of his suit. Then he turns to spit on the ground, and the side of his face is illuminated with light, confirming my thoughts.
“Oh my god,” I utter; my heart shatters into a million pieces as my back slams against the wall.
Bodie is alive. They fucking lied to me. They all did.
“Sorry, can you repeat that?” Siri chimes through my phone, I’m holding onto it so tight.
I didn’t realize I must have hit the button, and it picked up the sound of my voice. My eyes widen with terror, and I momentarily freeze with panic.
“Did you hear that?” a guy says in a gruff voice. “They’re not alone. We’re being set up.”
Shit.
I hear the words, “Go check!” and my mind whirls into a frenzy. A fight breaks out between the gangs. That’s when I start running, but I don’t get far before someone grabs me by the hair and pulls me back, sending hellfire through my scalp. I go to scream, but then a rough hand clamps down over my mouth.
“What do we have here? Nosey little bitch, aren’t you?” The guy rasps harshly against my ear. He shoves a gun against my back. “Start walking.”
He keeps me at gunpoint as he takes me to the scene of the brawl, then raises his gun and fires a single shot into the sky to grab everyone’s attention.
“Look what I found skulking around in the dark. Does this fine piece of ass belong to anyone?” he asks, and I figure he must be Mr. Mohawk because he’s the only one missing from the fight.
I don’t know if he remembers seeing me at the bar, but I’m hoping he doesn’t. A surge of pure fear flashes through Bodie’s eyes as he sees me, but he recovers quickly. The Hawks don’t react to seeing me, and the worst thing of all nor does Jason.
“She’s not with us,” Jason answers impassively.
Marcus curls his hand to Mr. Mohawk as a gesture to hand me over. I get shoved toward Marcus who grabs me roughly by the jaw.
“Who are you, and why were you spying on us?” Marcus demands.
“Leave her be,” Jason mutters in a bored tone, sounding like he couldn’t give a fuck whether or not I live or die. And that hurts. It really fucking hurts to see him barely even bother to look at me. “She’s probably just some junkie out to score. Stop stalling for time. We’ve got unfinished business.”
Marcus’s eyes narrow on me as if he’s considering something. “You’re right,” he replies, tone empty, his eyes emotionless. He lets go of my jaw and then delivers a blinding back-handed slap that knocks me to the ground. My phone flies out of my hand and lands way out of reach.
