My chest tightened. “My father is dead, isn’t he?”
“Either that or he’s in on it,” Jace said. “The club is going to want to talk to you, sweetie. Get ready for it. My protection only goes so far. Right now, this is a mission of revenge. I need you to think long and hard about where your father could be. Just don’t lie, sweetie. That’s all I can say. I’m worn out.”
As he slipped away I couldn’t let him go. So I called his name and he looked back at me.
“Please tell me about your hand.”
“You want to hear the story of how I ripped an old lady out of a burning car to become the town hero?”
“Is that what happened?”
“No,” Jace said. “I punched a fucking tree.”
“What?”
“The prospect… his funeral was today. Twenty years old. Gone. I had to watch his grandmother put flowers on his casket because his mother died five years ago. Imagine burying your kid and grandkid. Shit like that doesn’t sit well with me. So I punched a tree.”
“Did it help?” I asked.
Jace flexed his fist. “No, it fucking hurt.”
Jace disappeared again. I heard a door slam followed by the sound of the shower being turned on. That instantly turned me on. I caught myself throwing the sheets off my body. Jace had just shown me a piece of his heart. That he could feel pain. It made the outlaw seem a little more human.
I put my feet on the floor and walked toward the door. I bit my lip and dared myself to do it. To go after Jace. Our connection was strong. He was suffering just like I was.
When I found the bathroom door unlocked, I knew I had my sign.
I opened and peeked inside. I saw Jace standing at the shower, beautifully naked. His back was cut with heavy muscle, cascading down to his ass. Two steel like cheeks that were the support for strong legs.
He had his hands in the water, rinsing off the blood. Then he reached with his right hand and ran it through his hair. Water dripped down in between his shoulder blades. I watched the droplet run down and I licked my lips, wanting to taste it. Wanting to taste all of Jace.
I stepped forward but froze in place when I saw Jace’s hand reach between his legs. All I could see was his back, but his muscles were flexing, and I knew what he was doing. My mouth fell open, realizing he was jerking off.
So I stood there and enjoyed the scenery but knew I had to make a move. Get away or get involved.
I wanted to get involved. I wanted to touch him.
I stepped forward and took the huge risk by touching his back with my left hand. Jace let out a groan and sigh and his hand left his body. I gently pressed my lips to his back and kissed him.
“I’m here, outlaw,” I whispered.
I felt bold. I felt wild. Shit, I felt sexy. I never got to feel sexy.
Every muscle in Jace’s back tensed up as I slid my hand around his body.
I traced the lines of his stomach muscles down and through the soft thatch of pubic hair. My fingers crept along the steel rod of his cock.
Holy fuck, he was rock hard.
I gripped his cock the best I could and ran my thumb up and back over the head of his dick. Then I started to jerk him off. My left hand clawed at his side. My body was on fire from the inside out. My nipples were hard, achy as they pressed against my bra. I pressed my body against his as I held his dick tight, stroking him as hard and fast as I could.
My lips pressed to his solid back again. My tongue flickered forward, sampling the taste of his sweat. An outlaw’s sweat. A real man’s sweat. Sweat that was earned through living.
I let out a groan as I scaled him root to tip.
I felt Jace pump forward at my hand.
“Yes,” I purred. “Fuck, Jace, yes.”
Jace reached back with both hands and grabbed my waist. He dug his fingers hard into me, making me shiver. I was fucking soaking wet by then. My panties pulling up inside me even. I felt like I was losing my damn mind. All this bad shit happening around us and yet I was focused on making this man come into my hand.
His hands eased around to my ass and cupped tight.
I slipped my other hand around to join the fun. With my left hand, I gripped the thick root tight. My right hand went wild on his shaft. Pumping and stroking as hard as I could. My entire body gently bounced against his body. The water poured from the shower still, the steam thick like a blanket, water splashing against my hands and arms. My mouth tasted his back over and over. My teeth touched his hard muscle. I couldn’t contain myself as I groaned, loving that I could pleasure him. His hands dug hard to my ass, keeping my lower half tight to his body.
He then started to give little thrusts, growling each time my hand slid over the head of his cock. I could literally feel his shaft getting more and more full. I hurried and shifted myself to the right, looking around his muscular arm. I could finally see my hand stroking his cock.
Up and back… up and back…
Jace sucked in a breath.