Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(19)

“Fuck,” he groaned and slipped a hand behind Lena’s neck. He held her tight as she worked herself up and down on him in a perfect motion. “Are you f*cking guilty of anything?”

“What?” Lena asked, still breathless.

Jett gritted his teeth as the sensitive head of his cock throbbed, desperate to let go. “Just answer me. Before I stick my neck out for you. Are you guilty of anything?”

“Jett, f*ck,” Lena groaned. “I’m so full… I can’t…”

Jett slapped his other hand to Lena’s ass and held her tight to his body. She let out a deep moan and her body shook.

“Answer me.”

“No,” Lena yelled. “Fuck, no. I’ve done nothing wrong. Other than getting in involved with him. That’s it. Okay? I swear.”

“Good,” Jett said. He slipped his hand to the small of Lena’s back and spread his fingers wide. “Now finish me.”

Lena whimpered again and started to lift and lower herself. Hard, fast, perfect. It took no more than a minute for Lena to bring Jett to climax. And when she did, she kept going. Fucking him, up and down, so f*cking fast. Riding him through his entire orgasm, pumping all of him deep into her body.

When Jett was done, he worked himself back to a seated position and wrapped his arms around Lena’s body.

He kissed her neck and then looked up at her. “If you f*ck me over, I’ll kill you. I’m helping you because I get the family shit. I went through it all. The MC is my life and my home. And if that shit is hurting you, trying to kill you, I’m willing to help.” Jett slid his hand up to Lena’s hair. “And I want to f*cking beat the shit out of whoever knocked you out.”

Lena looked down at him and smiled.

She had a beautiful smile. And something told Jett that she hadn’t smiled in a long time.

Yeah, I know the feeling, beautiful…

*

Jett spotted Miller as he spoke with Gaige and Griffin. They were next to a pool table and their hands were going in all directions. Obviously talking about Erik, the bombing, and a local businessman stalking the MC, Mr. Strokner. There was tension all around, yet for Jett, he wasn’t sure exactly what he felt. He knew the risk of stepping too far ahead of a situation. It was his one fatal flaw, looking for someone to fill the void in his heart. Did Ada do that? Fuck no. But she shouldn’t have been killed. Not for retaliation on Jett and Back Down Devil MC.

That was the peril for any woman who took a chance and walked through the clubhouse doors to be with one of the guys. Not that Jett was with Lena or whatever, it was just something that flickered in the back of Jett’s mind. The right thing would be to get her some real help. Get her out of the clubhouse and somewhere safe. Jett could make a few phone calls and find out who Victor was and what kind of pull he had within the family.

When Miller saw Jett, he stopped talking and gave a wave for Jett to join them.

“Just figuring some things out,” Griffin said. “Keeping our eyes open.”

“Think anything else will happen?” Jett asked.

“Never know,” Gaige said. “You know how it goes out there. We had no idea that the bombing was going to happen, right?”

“True,” Jett said. “Eight Under? Coast Road? Outside that…?”

“We keep our guard up,” Miller said. “Jett, you take care of that thing?”

“Not really, Miller,” Jett admitted.

Miller stood and flexed his fists. “What did I tell you to do? We don’t need…”

“She doesn’t remember a thing,” Jett said, drumming up the same lie Lena had given to him.

“What?” Gaige asked. “Is this about that woman?”

“Yeah,” Jett said. “She’s connected though, okay? There’s something there. If I take her to the police, what happens? There’s blood on her shirt. There was blood on my ride. It’s…”

“Why’d you bring her back here?” Griffin asked.

Jett looked at Griffin. “I didn’t know if it was a sign or not, having her on my ride. And I couldn’t dump her because cops were on the way. Do I need to f*cking explain this again?”

“Maybe you do,” Miller said. “Since I gave you an order…”

“She doesn’t remember a thing,” Jett said.

“She’s faking,” Gaige said. “Simple move.”

Jett curled his lip. “Whatever, man. I’m just trying to help her. I’m trying to keep heat off the club. If I throw her out there…”

“You’re hitting it,” Griffin it. “That’s what it is. You’re hitting it hard.”

“Fuck off,” Jett said.

“So what are you going to do?” Miller asked. “Keep her in the bed? Let her regain her memory? Then what? Save her?”

“If she’s here and she’s connected, then we may have some more eyes on us.”

“Fuck,” Gaige whispered.

Jett stood defiant. “Let me handle this.”

“You want it, you got it,” Miller said. “But if anything happens, Jett…”

Jett turned and walked to the bar. He didn’t need to hear anything else. If Lena was going to crash for a little while, it left Jett feeling okay. It left him hopeful; something he hadn’t felt in a long time.