Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) by Kati Wilde
Authors: Kati Wilde
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about that clause, but who just wants to be right and it won’t matter that there’s no sense in what he’s standing behind. I stood behind Zoomie joining because her service to this country meant something. The First Lady clause doesn’t mean anything; it was just Lucifer stroking his dick.
And I’m going to lose my club over it.
My brothers here see it. They’re all fucking pissed by it. But there’s not a fucking thing that we can do about it that we haven’t already done.
So I’ll take care of business and clean up my house, leaving my brothers in as strong a position as I can give them. Then I’ll take the ride that doesn’t bring me back.
At least I’ll be riding toward Jenny.
There’s nothing else left to say. I finish my beer and take my leave. My bike is parked out front and my gut feels hollowed out as I walk through Stone’s house.
And she’s here. Jenny. Pulling up in her truck with Anna in the passenger seat.
Her smile is bright and beautiful as she bounds out of the rig and comes for me. “Hey! I didn’t think I’d see you for another day!” Her smile fades as she nears me. Her step slows. “Is everything all right?”
I can’t answer. Catching her against my chest, I kiss her long and deep, until the ache inside me eases. My throat feels like sandpaper when I let her go and my voice is hoarse when I ask, “Can you stay with me tonight?”
“Yes. Of course, yes.” Her worried gaze searches my eyes. “What’s going on?”
I bury my face in her hair and breathe deep. “I just need you,” I say.
• • •
Jenny
I shouldn’t be doing this.
Hayden’s Auto sits in front of my idling truck. It’s early. I haven’t slept and that might be why I’m contemplating something so stupid.
But something’s not right. Saxon’s a hard man to read but I don’t think I mistook the bleak pain that flattened his eyes every time he looked away from me. Goose is dead, but I don’t think that’s the reason he’s hurting. At least, I don’t think it’s the only reason . Instead I think it’s closer to something Anna mentioned.
Lily was right. The talk had shifted. Anna heard the brothers question whether I’d be worthy. But in what she was saying, I heard something else: They were questioning whether Saxon would keep his word.
I’ve been around MCs for a long time. I know what it means when doubts trickle in. No matter how small they begin, they roll on top of each other like a snowball loaded with shit and boulders. Everyone in its path either gets crushed or comes out stinking.
But I know what Saxon would say. It’s nothing.
I think Blowback will tell me whether it really is or not.
Steeling my spine, I make myself leave my truck. Blowback has an apartment over the garage, but I’m glad when I see a light downstairs. I knock on the door to the reception office and Blowback opens it a few seconds later, his hands black with grease and his eyes as empty as death.
I’m not comfortable with him. Not afraid—though maybe I should be. But the way he just looks through me makes me want to squirm. I know what he sees right now, though: A woman who was fucked all night by a man desperate to touch her. A woman who left him pounding a heavy bag and sweat dripping down his back. A woman who wonders why the man she loves looks as if he’s about to lose everything.
When I was in my truck, I’d been trying to imagine how to begin—to try to acknowledge that Blowback wouldn’t talk club business but ask him to anyway. But all of that doesn’t really matter. Only one thing does.
“Do I need to do it?”
He studies me again, as if I’ve surprised him and he has to reassess. “Can you?”
With Saxon, in front of others? Yes. I don’t know if I’d really enjoy it or get past my embarrassment, but if I’m with him, I know I’d feel safe. Could I let the others touch me, though?
A cold tremor rolls through me as my body instinctively rejects the thought. But I’ve done
And I’m going to lose my club over it.
My brothers here see it. They’re all fucking pissed by it. But there’s not a fucking thing that we can do about it that we haven’t already done.
So I’ll take care of business and clean up my house, leaving my brothers in as strong a position as I can give them. Then I’ll take the ride that doesn’t bring me back.
At least I’ll be riding toward Jenny.
There’s nothing else left to say. I finish my beer and take my leave. My bike is parked out front and my gut feels hollowed out as I walk through Stone’s house.
And she’s here. Jenny. Pulling up in her truck with Anna in the passenger seat.
Her smile is bright and beautiful as she bounds out of the rig and comes for me. “Hey! I didn’t think I’d see you for another day!” Her smile fades as she nears me. Her step slows. “Is everything all right?”
I can’t answer. Catching her against my chest, I kiss her long and deep, until the ache inside me eases. My throat feels like sandpaper when I let her go and my voice is hoarse when I ask, “Can you stay with me tonight?”
“Yes. Of course, yes.” Her worried gaze searches my eyes. “What’s going on?”
I bury my face in her hair and breathe deep. “I just need you,” I say.
• • •
Jenny
I shouldn’t be doing this.
Hayden’s Auto sits in front of my idling truck. It’s early. I haven’t slept and that might be why I’m contemplating something so stupid.
But something’s not right. Saxon’s a hard man to read but I don’t think I mistook the bleak pain that flattened his eyes every time he looked away from me. Goose is dead, but I don’t think that’s the reason he’s hurting. At least, I don’t think it’s the only reason . Instead I think it’s closer to something Anna mentioned.
Lily was right. The talk had shifted. Anna heard the brothers question whether I’d be worthy. But in what she was saying, I heard something else: They were questioning whether Saxon would keep his word.
I’ve been around MCs for a long time. I know what it means when doubts trickle in. No matter how small they begin, they roll on top of each other like a snowball loaded with shit and boulders. Everyone in its path either gets crushed or comes out stinking.
But I know what Saxon would say. It’s nothing.
I think Blowback will tell me whether it really is or not.
Steeling my spine, I make myself leave my truck. Blowback has an apartment over the garage, but I’m glad when I see a light downstairs. I knock on the door to the reception office and Blowback opens it a few seconds later, his hands black with grease and his eyes as empty as death.
I’m not comfortable with him. Not afraid—though maybe I should be. But the way he just looks through me makes me want to squirm. I know what he sees right now, though: A woman who was fucked all night by a man desperate to touch her. A woman who left him pounding a heavy bag and sweat dripping down his back. A woman who wonders why the man she loves looks as if he’s about to lose everything.
When I was in my truck, I’d been trying to imagine how to begin—to try to acknowledge that Blowback wouldn’t talk club business but ask him to anyway. But all of that doesn’t really matter. Only one thing does.
“Do I need to do it?”
He studies me again, as if I’ve surprised him and he has to reassess. “Can you?”
With Saxon, in front of others? Yes. I don’t know if I’d really enjoy it or get past my embarrassment, but if I’m with him, I know I’d feel safe. Could I let the others touch me, though?
A cold tremor rolls through me as my body instinctively rejects the thought. But I’ve done
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