Page 9 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
I felt my knees weakening as I stood to my feet.
Jace was walking right towards me.
I felt Devon grip my hand as he pressed himself flush against my back. I could see anger flaring in Jace’s eyes, and I tried to pull away from the man. Jace was a tick and a half away from losing it, and I didn’t want anyone getting hurt. He had no right to be angry. He had no right to think he could somehow control this scenario.
But I knew the anger he was capable of, and I wanted to tread lightly.
“Laiken, is everything okay?” Devon asked
“Just follow my lead,” I said.
Jace stalked towards us, and my mind conjured images I hadn’t seen in years. Images of his hands digging into my hips. Images of him plowing into me from behind. I could remember the first time he’d picked me up and pushed me against the wall. I’d fallen in love with his arms in that moment. The strength and power he had behind his body to pick a woman up of my girth was something that shook me to my core.
My eyes lingered on his arms momentarily, just to relive the pleasure a millisecond longer.
I watched Jace’s tongue dart out to lick his lips, and it sent shivers down my spine. I knew the things that tongue was capable of. The pleasure that coursed through my system every morning when he woke me up. Time and time again, I had opened my eyes to the warmth his tongue provided me. Snaking down my stomach and plunging between my thighs. His lips glistened with the spit of his mouth, and I thought about how good that wetness would feel against my skin.
My gaze was being pulled down his form. No matter how much I wanted to look him in his eyes, I simply couldn’t. There was the smallest part of me that was filling with guilt. That was feeling ashamed of holding this man’s hand. In some weird way, I felt like I was about to cheat on Jace. Even though we hadn’t been together for years. Even though he’d thrown me out after a fight. Even though he’d accused me of turning into my mother.
A part of me still hadn’t let this bastard go.
I trailed my gaze down his legs and tried to suppress a grin. A memory flashed through my mind that almost made me laugh on the spot. It was my favorite memory of Jace, and it was the moment I’d fallen in love with his legs. We had just gotten done eating chicken wings I had cooked at his place. His father was passed out drunk, and his mother was working some late shift at work. I had offered to come over and cook, and he was adamant I not come. But I showed up anyway with chicken wings, buffalo sauce, and a cooling rack.
His father had woken up in the middle of me cooking and started on some drunken rant about fat chicks. At least, I thought he’d woken up. His father was calling women who were fat ugly and lazy. Calling them things like ‘fat cock holders’ and ‘pieces of shit.’ It was the first time I’d ever seen Jace burst out in anger.
It was also the only time I’d ever come close to crying in front of him.
He went over to his father’s chair and kicked it. The back of the recliner fell all the way back, and his father howled in pain. His eyes sprung open as Jace turned off the stove, telling me to leave the shit there. He pulled me over to the door while his dad hollered about why the hell we’d woken him up and what the fuck Jace was doing kicking his chair and shit.
That day was the first day I’d taken a ride on the back of Jace’s bike. The smell of freedom whipping through the air had dried my tears as he rode us into town. He took me to his favorite wing place and bought a massive plate for us to share. We ate in silence, eating our fill while drinking down beer I couldn’t convince him to let me pay for.
And then I felt his foot scoot next to mine underneath the table.
That same leg that kicked his father’s chair and had broken it. That same leg that had brought pain to a man who was talking bad about me was also the leg that brought me comfort underneath the table. That brought me stability when I was riding on the back of his bike.
I fell in love with his legs that day.
I slid my eyes up Jace’s body before I met his stare. He was standing in front of me, his face set in stone as his eyes drank me in. He made no effort to conceal the fact that his eyes were dancing around my body. Taking me in for the first time in years just like I had.
“Laiken,” he said.
“Jace,” I said.
“Laiken, is this man bothering you?” Devon asked.
I watched as Jace’s eyes ripped from mine and were tossed over my shoulder.
“Funny. I was about to ask her the same question about you,” he said.
Chapter 9
Snake
I had no idea what I was going to say to Laiken once I got to her, but I knew one thing was for certain. I wanted that man’s hands off of her, and I wanted it now. He didn’t deserve her, he wouldn’t be able to please her, and he should be thanking me. Rejection from Laiken was rough. I’d experienced it many times before, even while we were dating. If she didn’t want to have sex, there was no getting around it. If she didn’t like what you were doing, she would definitely let you know. The longer she was with me, the more confident she grew, but that confidence came with a price.
And if I didn’t step in, this poor little sob story was going to figure that lesson out the hard way.
As I emerged from the shadows, I could see Laiken’s eyes studying me. She was slowly letting them slide down my form, and if she was trying to hide it, she was doing a piss-poor job. I rolled my shoulders back and began to strut across the floor, taking my time as Mr. Asshat behind her took in my full form. He was lucky if he came up to my shoulder. A pathetic little existence for a man trying to take home a woman like Laiken. I grinned as Laiken’s eyes got to my legs because I knew exactly the memory they reminded her of.
The night of the chicken wings.
She thought I wasn’t romantic, but I was. I was just romantic in the way she needed. It was one of the many things she accused me of during our last fight. She told me I wasn’t romantic and didn’t give a shit about doing anything other than fucking her, and I informed her that I didn’t romance her because she didn’t need it. She didn’t like or want that kind of romance, so I gave her the romance she needed. Like those sly little leg rubs underneath the table or my fingertips slowly sneaking up her shirt. Not to get her to fuck me or sit on my cock, but just to feel her skin against mine.
There was
no feeling in the world like it. There was no woman I’d taken home since her that could replicate that feeling. Only she had that feeling. And I wasn’t going to let just any man experience that with her.
I stood in front of Laiken, and I allowed my eyes to travel over her body. I took in her sparkling hazel eyes and her shoulder-length blonde hair. She had lost a little weight from the last time I’d seen her. Her cheeks were a little more prominent, and her arms weren’t as thick at the top. But perched at my height and hovering over her like I was, I had the perfect view down her shirt.
And her tits were as luscious as ever.
“Laiken,” I said.
“Jace.”
“Laiken, is this man bothering you?”
I looked into the eyes of the man standing behind her, his hand clamping down onto hers so hard his knuckles were turning white.
“Funny, I was about to ask her the same question about you,” I said.
“Do you know him?” the man asked.
“Do you have a name?” I asked him.
“Devon,” the man said.
“Hello, Devon. I’m Sn-... Jace.”
“Snuh-Jace,” he said, grinning. “An interesting name.”
I was ready to lunge over her shoulder and wrap my hands around this cocky fucker’s neck. I knew his type. They played innocent to prey on women who weren’t sure whether or not they wanted to go home with someone, then they unleashed their fury. I could see the deviousness rolling around behind his eyes as Laiken kept her stare trained on me.
There was no way in hell she was going home with this man. I’d follow them all the way there if it meant protecting her from this asshole.
“I do know him,” she said as she looked back at Devon. “We’re… old friends.”
