The sound of clicking heels catches my attention, and I turn just in time to see Ace and a bridesmaid walking to the far side ofthe deck, the side completely encased in darkness. I don’t think they see me, so I start to walk inside when Ace turns slightly and smiles in my direction. Stifling a laugh, I scan the room for Axel. My feet are killing me, swollen and sore from walking in heels all day, and the slight buzz I had from my earlier cocktails has worn off, leaving me tired, sore, and ready for bed.
Even in this room of enormous bikers all clad in the same leather vests, I spot Axel almost immediately. His broad shoulders and shiny dark hair stand out in any crowd. I gaze at him for a moment, enjoying the view of my handsome husband. The sexy, relaxed look on his face is quickly replaced with a scowl due to whatever the man next to him has said.
I realize it’s Cal who’s talking to him, and he is equally irritated. Both of them see me walk in at the same time and make their way to me. The group of people dancing in the middle of the reception hall part for them, and I can’t help but laugh a little. Even at a club wedding, they have a way of letting their presence be known.
“We need to talk,” Cal says before they come to a full stop in front of me. His face is flushed like he’s just been riding out in the cold, and I can’t help but touch his nose.
“Gosh, Cal, why didn’t you drive here in a car? You’re going to get frostbite.”
“Jenna, focus. Remember that guy you told Axel about from the…house?” He whispers the last word and pauses, knowing I’ve been struggling with what happened with Jack and the Reapers. I don’t say anything but nod at him, spinning the ring on my finger.
“This him?” I glance down at his phone and see the familiar man staring back at me, but he isn’t wearing a cut like he was back at the house; he’s wearing a police uniform. I’m stunned for a moment, unsure what to do with this information when I snatch his phone out of his hand and zoom into his neck. Therose tattoo is sticking up out of his collar, and I inhale a sharp breath.
“Yes, that’s him.” I stay frozen, staring at the screen. “Wait, if he’s a cop, then what the hell was he doing in that house? Why aren’t you arrested?!” I feel my chest caving and inflating rapidly. Axel presses his hand to the small of my back and pulls me into his side. Rubbing small circles with his thumb, he leans into my ear. “We can talk about this in the truck. We can’t do it here. The club just needed confirmation that this is the man who helped you escape.”
“Wait, Jill!” I whisper-shout at Cal. “Is she okay? I can’t get ahold of her and haven’t seen her since everything happened.”
“Jill?” he asks, looking confused and quickly glancing between Axel and me. “Who’s Jill?” He holds his hand out for his phone back, and I slowly hand it to him, trying to take in every detail about the man that I can.
“Let’s talk about this back at the clubhouse,” Axel says, using a voice that tells me not to push it.
“Fine. Let me say goodbye to some people and then we can head out.” Marley and Blaze left a while ago and the people still here will be heading home soon, so I feel okay leaving. I make my rounds, thanking everyone for being here and giving my parents a hug goodbye before I find Axel again and we make our way outside.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
axel
With the weatherbeing so cold, all of the guys start driving cages instead of bikes. This is usually my least favorite time of the year because being on my bike used to be the only time I found any peace. But since I found Jenna, the transition hasn’t been nearly as difficult. I still would rather be riding my Harley, but I can manage with the truck for a few months.
Jenna has been quiet since Cal showed her the picture of Mike, AKA Officer Stevenson. When I had Ace look into the guy who helped Jenna escape, I expected him to tell me he was just a member who probably felt guilty, but when Cal showed up and told me they’d found him and he’s a cop who’s been M.I.A. for over three months, I got a bad feeling in my gut. Something about this whole thing seems extremely suspicious. I reach over and rest my hand on Jenna’s thigh, giving a light squeeze. She doesn’t turn to look at me but instead just rests her hand on top of mine. I don’t want to push her to talk, but I also don’t want her to get stuck in her own head. These last few weeks since her kidnapping have been difficult for her, and I don’t want this to slow her healing. I am so proud of her and her willingness to fight and talk about what’s going on inside her head, but tonightI can see she’s retracting, going back to keeping her thoughts bottled up.
Luckily, we pull up in front of the clubhouse a few moments later. Jenna swings open her door the second I put the car in park and speed walks inside. I half-jog to meet up with her at the door and press my hand to the cold wood, not allowing her to pull it open yet.
“Dane, let me open it,” she says in a serious voice.
“Not until you look at me.”
Jenna sighs heavily, finally looking at me.
“If this becomes too much, you have to tell me.” I say making sure to look her right in the eyes. She sighs, closing her eyes, and I can almost hear her counting to ten in her head.
I can’t control myself around her. I cup the sides of her face and run my thumbs over her soft, supple cheeks and lips. Her eyes flutter closed as I feel her start to melt into my touch. If I had half a mind, I would throw her over my shoulder and take her home, not let her be pulled back into this shit. But I know she needs this; she needs to get this out of her mind so she can move forward. I’ve seen the way she scans every room she enters and how jumpy she has become. Everyone has noticed. That’s the only reason we are letting her in on this meeting.
I stay still as I memorize every curve and line on her angelic face. The way her long, inky black lashes fan across the tops of her cheeks and how rosy and pouty her lips are. The need to be inside her consumes me. I lean in and seal our lips together. She instantly grabs onto my cut, pulling me closer, deepening our kiss. Before she can protest, I pull her up my body so her legs are wrapped around my waist, pushing her dress up her thighs. Walking back to the truck, I swing open the back door and gently set Jenna down on the soft leather. With the truck being tall, the seat sits perfectly at shoulder height, giving me a delicious view of Jenna’s already soaked lace panties.
Running my hands up her creamy thighs, the thin material of her dress bunches against my wrists until it settles at her hips. She shivers at my touch, and a trail of goosebumps rise where my hands have been. I want to take my time with her, fill her until she can’t think about any of her worries, but we don’t have the time. This will be hard and fast, giving us both the release we need before the shit show that’s waiting for us inside burns through any peace we have left. I grab the scrap of light blue fabric covering her and tear it from her body, leaving Jenna bare to me. A slightly annoyed but lust-filled gasp leaves her mouth as she stares at the remnants of her underwear in my hand.
“Those were my favorite,” she grumbles under her breath.
“I’ll get you more. Hell, I’ll buy as many pairs as you want. Because Angel, every chance I get, I will rip apart every pair of panties that stands in the way of me and this sweet pussy.” My gruff response sends a flush across her cheeks and neck. I level my gaze at her. She’s practically dripping down her legs, and I haven’t even touched her yet. My cock hardens against my jeans, straining the trousers until it’s painful.
“You really can be romantic when you want to be,” Jenna’s sarcastic remark is the last thing we exchange before I pull her hips to the edge of the seat and bury my face into her sweet pussy. She instantly arches her back, pushing her delicious tits into the air as I circle her clit in lazy strokes, savoring her taste. Jenna lays back across the backseat, and I slide a finger inside her hot, wet, waiting entrance. It only takes a few seconds for her walls to start rippling around me.
I push another finger inside her, curling them until I hit the spot that sends her body into a frenzy. She writhes beneath my mouth as I relentlessly take everything she gives me. I feel Jenna’s body become languid as her eyes lock onto mine. A glimmer of satisfaction and desire sparkles in her deep greeneyes, and my heart constricts in my chest. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, and she is mine.
“Mr. Romano, that was all good and well, but you have something else that I want.” A gorgeous, relaxed smile spreads across her face as she slowly moves farther into the backseat.
I step up into the cab and close the door behind me. The truck is still warm from our drive, but the air crackles with the heat between us.
