Falling For Crazy (Moroad Motorcycle Club) by Debra Kayn Page A

"Why?"
    "I want you to keep the gun on you every minute." He slipped the steel of the barrel against her lower back.
    She shimmied away. "That's cold."
    The pistol fell into the back of her shorts. She slapped her hand, catching it from sliding all the way through her shorts to the floor.
    Jacko took the pistol back out. "Do you have a belt?"
    She shook her head. "I could put on the pair of jeans I wore yesterday. They fit a little better."
    "Yeah. You better do that."
    She scooped the jeans off the top of the dresser and slipped into the bathroom.
    Glancing behind her, even though the door was closed, she shimmied out of her shorts and pulled on her jeans. She couldn't blame her weak and shaky arms on the lack of food. Every time Jacko touched her, she jumped, her adrenaline spiking.
    She left her tank untucked and went back out to the room. "Do you want me to carry the pistol because things have changed?"
    "Yeah." He stopped swaying. "Things have changed."
    "What happened?" She turned around and held up the back of her shirt.
    He slipped the gun under the waistband of her jeans. His hand lingered on her lower bare back. She instantly heated.
    "Jacko?"
    "Yeah?"
    She glanced over her shoulder. "You're touching me."
    He brought up his other hand and spanned his hands on each hip. "Good?"
    She turned her gaze back around, so she couldn't see his face. "I need to..."
    "What do you need, Momma?"
    "I need to apologize. I never meant to throw Sarah in your face last night or the other times." She quivered under his hands. "The thought of you moving on and being with other women hurts me."
    "Why?" He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck.
    "I don't know." Her body twitched in response. "Why are you doing that?"
    He left his mouth on her sensitive skin. "I need you to listen to me and get what I'm going to say in your head. Can you do that for me?"
    She puckered her lips, blew steady, and nodded.
    "The other women had nothing to do with how I felt about Sarah." His warm breath heated her neck. " You have nothing to do with how I felt about Sarah. The other women have nothing to do with how I feel about you . I want to taste you again and touch more of you. I want you, not because you're fucking here, but because you're here. Argue all you want, but we have a bond, Momma. We loved Sarah, but damn, you're here and what I feel when I'm around you is like nothing I've felt for you before. Sarah's not here now. She'll never be here."
    She closed her eyes. His explanation sucked, and yet she found herself agreeing with him.
    "That's all I got to say." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest, and swayed with her. "Feel that?"
    She swallowed hard. His erection pressed against the top of her ass. She could ignore proof of him wanting her, but her body vibrated.
    What would it hurt to get together with him? She was a grown woman put in a difficult situation. Jacko would never put any rules on her, and he'd never try to convince her it was anything more than sex.
    "I feel it," she whispered.
    "Your move," he whispered back.
    Oh, God. He handed the decision to her, which she desperately needed when her life was careening out of control. The whole situation with her worries, visiting the past, and having her life stripped away from her and dependent on him only exasperated the circumstances.
    "It's not wrong if I turn around?" she asked.
    His tongue swept the side of her neck. "No."
    She pivoted and found herself smashed against his chest. He wasn't going to let her change her mind or move away from him.
    His gaze softened and heated. "Hey."
    "Hey." She held her breath.
    "Open your mouth."
    Lost in his eyes, she angled her head at his approach. She expected him to dive in and consume her. Instead, he gave her long, wet, and consistent. Exactly what she needed, she kissed him back.
    His hand slipped into the back of her jeans, and he removed the pistol. She pulled away from him and walked backward toward the