“And what would that be, Mrs. Romano?” I keep my response calm, although the need to bury myself in her makes my heart pound against my chest.
“Hmm… if you really don’t know, we really need to work on your deductive reasoning skills.”
A carefree giggle slips from her lips as I pull her into my lap, pinning her legs to the side of me and wrapping my hand around the base of her neck, holding her in place. Slowly I kiss and lick my way across her shoulders and down her chest, the car fills with her needy pants. Her pulse thrums exquisitely fast underneath my lips, reminding me of a hummingbird’s wings.
“You’re playing with fire, Angel. Undo my pants,” I command as I hold her in place. Her delicate hands methodically undo my pants, then slowly pull my boxers down until I spring free, my cock jutting out and resting on her stomach. She moves without instruction, rising up onto her knees before sinking down onto me. She’s so wet that she easily takes all of me, but she sits perfectly still when she is fully seated, adjusting to my size.
“Baby, you’re going to have to move, or I’m going to fucking cum right now. You’re so fucking tight,” I growl at her, moving my hips to create some movement between us.
Her velvety walls tighten around me, and I let out a warning growl. I look at Jenna to see her with a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Move,” I say again, trying to keep my voice calm when all I can think about is that I never want this to end. Jenna, relaxed and playful, gives me her full attention. This feeling is the best fucking feeling in the world. I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky to have her, but I will try my hardest to make sure she is this carefree every damn day.
She starts to bounce on my dick in quick, rapid strokes, mixing in slow, deep movements. I slip the straps of her dress down her shoulders, which sends the silk cascading down to her hips to meet the rest of the fabric. The bruises that cover her skin make me want to burn the world down, to bring those fuckers back to life just to kill them again. Her delicious, lush breasts bounce with every movement. Rosy nipples taunt me as her head falls back with pleasure.
“Eyes on me, beautiful. I want to watch you come all over my cock.” I barely get the words out when her emerald eyes lock onto mine. I love seeing her in control, but fuck, I need to watch her fall apart around me. Grabbing her hips, I take control of our pace. Jenna leans back, giving me an uninterrupted view of me slamming into her as her tits bounce uncontrollably.
“Dane… I… oh god… I’m going to—” Jenna’s mouth falls open as I continue my unrelenting pace, pounding into her from below.
“Play with your clit for me, Angel.” The moment her fingers circle her clit, she begins to clamp down around me.
“Cum now,” I grit out.
Her eyes never leave mine as we both find our release together. Her body shakes in my hold as her orgasm slams into her. Our movements slow until the only sounds left in the car are our ragged breaths.
She pulls back, breaking our kiss, leaving us both panting for more. “I’m okay, I promise.” Her words crash us both back to reality.
“Don’t lie to me, Angel. I know you, and all of this has been weighing on you.” I stare into her bright green eyes and see a flash of sadness. Jenna quickly puts up her façade of bravery once more. She moves off my lap, and I let her, giving her the space she needs.
We both get dressed again and exit the vehicle. I watch as Jenna smooths the front of her dress down with her hands and takes in a shaky breath. Any hint of relaxed, carefree Jenna is gone as quickly as she arrived.
“I’m okay, Axel. You have to let me do this. I can’t not know who he is.” She starts wringing her hands together again; it’s a new tick I’ve seen her doing when she’s nervous.
“I just… don’t think I would be here without him… alive, I mean.” Gut-wrenching anger bubbles under my skin at the thought of her not being here, but I understand her need to fully know what happened that night.
I step out of the truck, helping her out next before weaving our fingers together.
“I love you,” I say into her hair and then take a whiff of her intoxicating scent. I let it seep into my nostrils, relaxing me. I tuck her under my arm as we make our way through the parking lot and into the clubhouse.
I spot Cal standing in the doorway of Church. He nods his head back, telling us a meeting is set up. I can feel Jenna’s tense shoulders rise as she starts to speed-walk toward the door. Keeping a tight hold on her hand, we both place our phones in the lock box outside of the door and step into the room. I drop down into an open seat, pulling Jenna into my lap and securing my hands around her. She thoughtlessly wraps her arms around my neck, still focused on the men in front of us.
“Okay, we’re alone. Tell me what you know,” Jenna says immediately when the doors close, sealing all the club’s officers inside.
Cal shoots me a look. He gave me a full rundown of what we might be dealing with earlier, but I have a feeling they found out a hell of a lot more. I nod at him, signaling that he can speak freely in front of her.
“Officer Mike Stevenson went undercover with the Reapers MC about nine months ago. He gained trust quickly and rose in the ranks just as fast. Within four months, he was a patched member.” Cal pauses, grabbing his laptop off the table behind us.
It gives me a moment to digest this information. It doesn’t make sense. It takes at least a year for someone to prospect, and even then, you have to prove extreme loyalty. Stevenson becoming a member in just four months seems unrealistic, and someone must have been pulling strings in the background.
Cal begins typing quickly on his laptop and then turns the screen in our direction. CCTV footage from Main Street is enlarged on the screen. Stevenson is off to the side, wearing a hoodie pulled close to his face. It looks like he’s in a serious conversation with a short brunette. Her hands are flailing in the air, and then the woman slams into his chest for a tight hug before storming off in the other direction.
“Ace found this yesterday. It’s from the day after we found Jenna and took out the Reapers.” He looks at Jenna with a soft expression, trying to comfort her. She starts to speak, not taking her eyes off the screen or looking at any of us.
“That’s her. That’s my friend Jill. You can’t see her face, but I know it’s her,” she says, pausing for a moment, almost lost in thought. “Right before he… or Officer Stevenson helped me escape, he told me totell Jilly he was sorry. That kidnapping an innocent was never in the job description.Why wouldn’t he have just called in backup when I was taken if it wasn’t part of his assignment? Why aren’t you all arrested? And what does Jillhave to do with any of this?” The last part she almost whispers, looking around the room at all of us.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. It doesn’t make sense that he didn’t call it in unless he has gone rogue.” Cal turns the laptop back to himself. “Can you give me more information on Jill? I’m assuming her last name is Stevenson?”
“No, her last name is Monroe—Jill Monroe. But I can assure you they’re related. When I saw him, I instantly knew they were. Their facial features are so similar.” She pauses for a moment. “They also have the same tattoo behind their ear.” I watch as Jenna unconsciously rubs the spot under her right ear.
