Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(10)

“Just give me a minute,” Jett said. “Alone.”

Blaine and Jace left.

Jett shook his head and took a deep breath. He threw the middle finger at the closed door, then set his sights back to the woman on the bed.

Lena.

That was her name.

“Lena,” Jett said. He touched her cheek. “Can you hear me? My name is Jett. I’m going to get you out of these bloody clothes. I’m not going to do anything to you, I promise. I need you to listen to me and maybe wake the f*ck up.”

There was no response nor movement from Lena.

Jett reached down and slipped his hand to the back of her neck. He slowly lifted her, sitting her up. He crouched down and let Lena fall against him. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted. Working it up and then carefully pulling each arm through, Jett couldn’t remember the last time he was even this tender with a woman, or taking her clothing off.

It pissed him off that he felt like this right now. Taking a bloody shirt off a pretty woman and he was getting hot and bothered by it. Things had just spiraled that far out of control for him lately. Ever since Ada had been murdered, things were just off. Not that he loved Ada. Or even cared about her. Fuck, he only missed her *. But there was plenty of that out in the clubhouse.

Jett cradled the back of Lena’s head, fingers dug into her hair as he worked her shirt over her head. Just in case there was something wrong with her neck he didn’t want to add to it. Logic had him reversing all these decisions and just taking the chick to the hospital. But history provided Jett with something else. Doctors, lawyers, judges, police, it was all the same bullshit. Life was easier to just figure it out on your own.

Still holding Lena’s head in his left hand, he pulled her toward his chest. With his right hand he balled up the shirt and dropped it to the floor. He touched her side - bare skin - and eased her back to the bed. His fingertips tingled at her warm touch. Her bra was solid black, her breasts looking full and even delicious in it.

Jett turned his head and let out a breath. His hand touched the top of her jeans and he hurried to take his hands off her body. Jett then stood up and made fists.

“You really f*cked up my night, Lena,” he growled.

Jett turned and went to the closet. He learned at a young age to keep bags of supplies wherever he could find them. The closet in the room being such a place. He had a black bag in the closet with a few changes of clothes, a knife, and a gun. He wasn’t going for the knife or the gun in this case.

With a black shirt in hand, Jett stood. He went back to the bed and dropped the shirt next to Lena. He reached down and took her by the shoulders. Slowly he lifted her yet again. This time, her eyes fluttered and then opened. She let out a gasp and looked ready to scream.

“Hey, hey, hey, beautiful, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m Jett… okay?”

“Jett,” Lena whispered. She licked her lips.

Sweet, little lips…

“Are you hurt anywhere? Do you remember what happened?”

“Where am I?” Lena asked.

“A room. You’re safe.”

Lean reached up and touched Jett’s leather. Her fingers ran along the ridges, the stitching, the patches on the front…

“You’re one of them,” she whispered.

“One of whom?”

“Did you save me?”

“Beautiful, you were on my motorcycle. I didn’t know what the f*ck to do. And you wouldn’t wake up.”

“You saved me?”

“Sure, yeah, I saved you. Look, I took your shirt off because it had blood all over it. I didn’t do anything…”

Jett was given the f*cking shock of his life when Lean grabbed him by the neck and pulled. She didn’t move him, but she did lift herself. Her lips connected with his and they were then kissing. Lena moved her right hand and started to push at Jett’s leather, like she wanted it off.

As Jett shook her touch away, he tried to break the kiss. Each time he did, Lena pulled at him, wanting more. Finally, Jett had control of the situation and broke away from her.

“What the f*ck, beautiful… I don’t even know…”

Lena didn’t say a word. She reached back and unsnapped her bra. Jett couldn’t believe his eyes when she stripped herself of her bra and put it next to her right on the bed. She had her right hand to the bed, fingers curled around the sheets. Her left fingertips playfully touched her hair, her shoulder, trailing a line down to her left breast.

Jett’s mouth was on fire as much as his cock was inside his pants. He was f*cking hard as anything and he leaned at the bed, putting a hand to Lena’s belly.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” he growled at her.

“Neither do you. Just… please… I need to feel alive and safe.”

“So you f*ck the first guy you see?”

“Lucky for you then,” Lena said.

Jett gritted his teeth.

Pull away, man. Pull the f*ck away. Leave her go. Go find someone else to take care of things.

Jett’s hand was already moving up her body. His fingers crept over her breast. Feeling her nipple hardening against his touch was more than he could handle for the moment. He pushed Lena to the bed and came down, his mouth open, hungry, clasping over her other breast. He suckled at her, his tongue racing left to right, missing the wonderful taste of a soft tit and a hard nipple all in the same tongue flicker.