“How does that help us though?”
“He might be the only one to help us, that’s a big might though. Lip and I have never been close, I don’t see that changing.” Zeek slides onto the bed more, kicking his boots off, a pistol falling to the floor. Sitting up on the bed I look over the mattress, eyeing the black weapon. Zeek shoots up, and grabs it, before eyeing me. His other hand holding his side.
My eyes narrow. “I thought they took it from you.”
“They took one, but they didn’t take this one. They didn’t pat me down after they thought they killed me.” He chuckles, placing it in his waistband.
My heart thuds against my chest at the man sitting before me. He is as evil as he is smart. He knows what he is doing, and he knows the game of an outlaw. I’m incredibly turned on, yet scared to fucking death. We might survive this after all.
Getting up, I close the door and turn the lights off. I slip into bed next to Zeek, and he throws his arm over me. It’s the first time I’ve felt safe since we pulled into the Devil’s lair.
“You did good today,” he whispers into my hair. “My girl kicked ass.”
Closing my eyes, I push tears away. I was so scared Zeek was dead when Lip fired that gun. All my strength in my limbs buckled as I went limp in Kane’s arms watching Zeek’s body jolt as he fell forward. I’ll never forget it.
The anger, and measures of everyone involved over the last few days makes me wonder what the fuck Zeek and I are doing.
“Zeek,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he responds, his tone dripping pain.
“Do you think us being together is such a great idea?”
He shifts, and grabs my chin hard. “Why?”
“Look at this, look at us. I lost my job, and my father. You lost your club, your family, and you were shot—” I shake my head, the tears I was trying to push away falling rapidly.
“It’s all worth it. I’m not going anywhere, Jillian. Ever. If the world can’t get used to us being together, then it better get the fuck out of the way.”
A laugh spills from my lips, as I wipe at my tears.
“You’re so arrogant.”
“It’s the fucking truth, babe, it’s just the truth.”
CHAPTER TEN
Zeek
WAKING UP I CAN HEAR IDLE chit chat and commotion from outside the bedroom door. Sitting up I groan, my body hurts to no end, and my side where the bullet went through burns like a motherfucker.
Jillian stirs from the other side of the bed, a soft sigh falling from her lips that has my dick instantly at attention. I’d do anything to slip my dick inside her wet cunt. Even if I could just rub in between those pink lips, nudge it against her opening slightly…
I grab at my crotch, and close my eyes. Mentally counting to ten or some shit. We need to get out of here, not fuck like rabbits.
The door to the room opens, grabbing my attention. A slender redhead walks in, wearing untied leather boots with green ripped shorts. Her tits are spilling from her green top and little freckles dust her body.
Her lashes flutter as a small smile fits her too sharp of a face. “Oh, sorry about that. I thought this was someone else’s room.”
“Not a problem. We’re just leaving.”
Her tongue spreads along her bottom lip, her eyes flicking to behind me before meeting mine again. “Well, I hope I’ll see you again soon.” She winks and walks out.
Looking behind me to see what caught her attention, Jillian is sitting on the bed awake, the blanket pulled up to her chin with both hands, the look on her face falls somewhere between pissed and maybe jealous? I can’t tell, I’m shit at reading women.
My eyes catch the bathroom across the room at the same time my side itches. Lifting my shirt there’s dried blood around the gauze. I know I’m not supposed to get it wet, but I need a fucking shower. Wincing, I stand and step toward the bathroom.
“I’m getting a shower,” I announce.
Flipping the switch on the shitty bulb from above illuminates the greasy ass bathroom. Turning on the shower, I strip down and step in. Making sure to keep my gauze away from the steady stream of water.
My hard as a boulder cock is becoming painful, the cold water doing nothing to subside it. Having enough of the cold water I climb out of the shower and grab a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around my waist, my dick now sports a tent. I head into the room in search of a clean shirt, and find Jillian still sitting up on the bed. Her eyes wide, her cheeks flush that cute as hell red, before she turns her head. I can’t help the arrogant smirk that splits my face.
“What is the plan today?” she asks, still looking the other way. Her avoiding eyes starting to piss me off.
“You can’t look at me and ask that?”
She rolls her eyes, her hands fidgeting.
“Put some clothes on and maybe I will,” she scoffs, like me wrapped only in a towel is unappealing. She’s pissed off about something.
“What’s wrong?”