Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(12)

She looked at him and gasped each time he came; as she felt him thickening, releasing, thickening, releasing. Over and over.

Jett caught himself off guard as he leaned down and brushed the tip of his nose to Lena’s.

Don’t f*cking kiss her, man. Don’t do that shit…

His lips flirted with hers for a second, but Jett quickly pulled away.

He moved from the bed in a hurry, grabbing his jeans and pulling them up. Then he stood there, staring at the beautiful, naked woman in his bed. Lena had moved her hands down her body, resting on her stomach. She stared at him with a clear stare.

“When I get myself cleaned up here, beautiful, you better start f*cking talking.”

“About?”

Jett laughed. “Are you f*cking kidding me? You were passed out on my ride, covered in blood. But it wasn’t your blood. I don’t know who you think I am or what my club stands for, but just because you have a sweet * between your legs doesn’t make you invincible. Put that f*cking shirt on and I’ll be out in a minute.”

In the bathroom, Jett first splashed cold water on his face. When he licked his lips he still tasted her. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gone that crazy before. Such a deep and primal thing had taken over his body. And it was probably a huge mistake. No, f*ck that, it was definitely a mistake.

So the plan had to be simple… find out why the f*ck Lena had blood on her. Then give her a bed for the night and say f*cking goodbye tomorrow. Make sure that no heat came down on the MC because of this shit.

“Fuck,” Jett growled.

He splashed more water on his face after cleaning himself up.

He then opened the door and said, “Start… talking…”

Before Jett could finish the rest of his sentence or thought, he closed his mouth. Lena was fast asleep. He walked to the foot of the bed and stood there, staring at her. She wore nothing but the black t-shirt he’d given her. Her left leg was slightly bent, right arm up, her face nestled against her own shoulder.

She looked peaceful.

She looked damn beautiful.

But again, Jett reminded himself… she was covered in someone else’s blood.





five.



Jett opened his eyes and reached for his gun. Some people stretched, wiped their eyes, yawned, or maybe even smiled at the chance to live another day of life. Jett always went for his weapon. Just in case hell waited near him or around him. He looked around the room, recapping the night before. In a strange twist of events, he wasn’t waking with a killer hangover and could completely remember everything from the night before.

Everything.

When Jett turned his head and saw Lena in the same position as he had found her, he let out a groaning sigh. The sex was great. Lena’s body was something to remember. But there was blood on the floor and a story still unknown.

As Jett kicked from the bed and stood, he rubbed the back of his neck and thought about kicking the bed and waking Lena up. But he decided on food first. Eat, have some coffee, think this thing through, and then come back and start pushing Lena against the wall. The friend she had last night was no more. The big guy that her f*cked her senseless wouldn’t show up today.

Today was about business.

Lena had stepped into the middle of a war zone, whether it was on purpose or not. Right now the MC was focused on helping Erik settle in after his release from the hospital. They were on the prowl for more truth on what happened with the bombing at the compound. It was a giant f*cking mess.

And Jett was adding to it.

He opened the door and Miller stood three feet away, a mug of coffee in his hand. He sipped from it and looked over Jett’s shoulder into the room. Jett tried to pull the door shut in a hurry, and Miller pressed forward and put a hand to the door.

“You know this is my clubhouse, right?” Miller asked.

“Of course I do.”

“Hiding something from me, Jett?”

“Nope.”

“Care to explain why there’s a strange woman in that bed? With all the heat going on around here. I mean, hey, if you’re f*cking her and having fun…”

“Blaine or Jace?” Jett asked.

“You know how it is,” Miller said. “So the question is… do we talk in there with her? Or do we talk at the table?”

“Table,” Jett said. “Can I get some coffee, Miller?”

“Of course.”

The two walked down the hall. Jett looked over his shoulder a couple times. He hoped Lena wouldn’t wake up and flip shit over being alone. At least she woke up the night before and had some kind of understanding that she was safe.

Safe for now.

Miller stopped at the bar and got a refill on his coffee. Jett got a fresh mug and followed Miller into the meeting room.

Gaige, Jace, and Nate were sitting, talking, smoking, trying to figure out what the f*ck to do for the day. Gaige stood and pointed to a map.

“I say we circle around and keep our presence known,” he said. “We’ll pinch something.”

“I’m just ready to ride and fight,” Nate said. He cracked his knuckles. “I want this shit…”

“Gentlemen,” Miller said. “Give myself and Jett a few minutes to talk.”

Jace stood and turned, facing Jett. He bumped his chest into Jett’s. “Whoops.”