Chapter 18
Jasmine
“Miss Jasmine, do I have something on my face?”
I stare down at Rodney and I can’t help the slight twitch in my right eye. I can play this one of two ways. Ignore the fact that he has black paint all over his face, or be a good teacher and human, and ask him nicely to wash it off before someone accuses him of a hate crime.
Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“Nope, Rodney. I don’t think so,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders and ignoring Elio’s gaze which seems to be darting between me and Rodney.
He holds my gaze and his lips tip up before he goes back to what he’s doing.
He’s a cool kid. Super intelligent and really, probably should be in advanced learning classes, not my art therapy classes, but he seems to like being here.
He may not say much either verbally or with his expressions, but I’ve seen him around the clubhouse and when he doesn’t want to do something there is nothing you can do to make him.
The fact that he’s happy to come in, sit down and make art makes me smile.
Even if all his art veers toward skeletons.
“Damn, totally thought I had some on there,” Rodney says as he struts away to go make a mess somewhere else.
Rolling my eyes I get back to checking that everyone has the right resources - finger paints, accessible paint brushes, some have small bits and pieces for gluing, others brightly colored tinsel.
A soft tapping at the door grabs my attention. I take a quick look to make sure everything is under control as my teaching assistant waves me to the door. Cracking it open I’m met with two men in uniform, dark eyes on me and wide smiles.
“Hey, babe, just wanted to drop you something for lunch.” Fox whispers, a boyish grin on his face.
“We were worried you wouldn’t have time for something nutritious,” Zane adds, a small smile playing on his lips.
It’s so sweet, so unexpected and takes me off guard so much that I just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Are you two feeders?”
Zane chokes on air and Fox snorts, “Ah, I don’t think so?”
“Babe,” Zane places his large, warm hands on my shoulders, turning me to face him a little more. “We just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.”
“Yeah, we want you to have enough energy for…activities,” Fox adds, biting his bottom lip.
Zane reaches up, cupping Fox’s face and using his thumb to gently tug Fox’s lip from his teeth.
It’s so hot. So very, very hot and I’m almost willing to ditch out of school for the rest of the day to watch these two make out.
Which surprises the hell outta me because I never thought I would be into voyeurism or anything like that.
I read my porn, not watch it, and yet the thought of two incredibly sexy men making out in front of me, doing things to each other as I watch, gets me so hot and bothered.
“Tonight baby,” Fox whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my mouth.
Zane doesn’t say a word, just sips gently from my mouth, no tongue action but it’s enough to have my core aching and my nipples tight.
“Back to class, Miss Jasmine.” Fox taps my ass and they both strut down the hall with far too much swagger for a Friday mid-morning.
I slip back into class trying to calm down my flaming face, fluttery stomach and horny vagina.
“Miss Jasmine, do you like my rocket ship?” Karly asks and I’m met with a pink rocket ship that looks exactly like a vibrator I own.
“I made one too!” Jackson adds, his vibrator has extra parts on the sides.
“Me too!” My special needs class all hold up their “rocket ships” and in my aroused state all I can see are various sized and colored dildos. Vibes. One even looks like a fist.
“Don’t worry, I see it too,” my teaching assistant says through clenched teeth, trying to hold back her laughter.
“Rodney’s idea?”
“Oh yeah. I think he did it to cover the fact that he painted -”
“Do you like mine, Miss Jasmine?”
Turning my gaze to Rodney I have to keep my face neutral as I’m met with something that could only ever be described as the perfect image of the rabbit vibrator.
But this one is larger, and brown. I cough to stop the hysterical laughter from escaping my body when I noticed he’s called his ship “The Rabbitor 3000.”
I open my mouth, then close it again because what in all that is holy can I say to that? My teaching assistant snorts and then yelps when a very familiar voice asks, “Why are they holding up dildos?”
Spinning I come face to face with Chewy, Laney in her arms and the Admissions Director staring wide eyed at me.
“They’re rocket ships. I think it’s great how they’ve all put their own spin on them,” I answer completely straight-faced, trying to ignore my teaching assistant giving me the thumbs up behind their backs.
Chewy dubiously looks around the class. “Elio’s looks like a rocket. But that-” pointing directly to Rodney, “most definitely looks like a you-know-what,”
“You would know, you ordered a hundred of them,” I mutter under my breath.
“Hey! That could happen to anyone!” Chewy answers in what I think is meant to be a whisper, but is most definitely not.
I let out a breath and then decide it’s best to just act as if Chewy is a normal mom, looking at a school for her child. Even if her child is a typical child and isn’t due to start for at least another two years.
“So, what brings you by, are you looking to enroll?”
“What? No. I’m here for Elio,” she answers, giving me an odd look.
“Oh, it’s just that you have the Admission Director with you,”
“Yeah, I have no idea what that’s about.” She turns to stare at the Admissions Director before turning back to me. “Can you ask her nicely to leave? I don’t need her services anymore but she seems nice and I don’t want to be rude.”
“Ah, alright then, well it was nice meeting you Ms Tombs, I’ll leave you to it.” Kaye, the Admissions Director scuttles out.
As soon as the door closes Chewy turns to me, “So, seriously, what’s up with the dildos?”
Fox
“Fuck, remind me again why we can’t just shoot the fuckers?” Nitro grouses as he steers us through Rose Grove headed for the clubhouse.
Fucking Norton and Ryan. The confidence that rolls off them and Hitchens is damned mind blowing.
We were right there, within ear shot of them when they decided to ramp up their fucking quest to get Pops in the cells.
I still haven’t figured out the exact motive, other than it’s to fuck with us and cause a distraction.
Well, they’re right, we’re now on our way to the clubhouse and not to pick up Jazz.
“I think the not shooting them rule was Moss. But in the right circumstances, without body cams on, I think we’re well within our rights,” I inform him, liking it when I see his lip curl up. “You let Jazz know that we’ll be a little late, right?”
“Yeah, I messaged her just before we heard Ryan and Norton talking.” His jaw clenches slightly, “You’d think without their leader they wouldn’t talk so much shit.”
I don’t answer, I agree wholeheartedly. For a moment I thought maybe Hitchens had something on the other two, until I looked a little closer and saw how much they too enjoy scaring people. Fucking bullies.
Nitro stops the cruiser just outside the clubhouse, everyone looking at it suspiciously until they realize it’s just us.
“Fuck, I’ll never get used to seeing that thing pulling up to the clubhouse,” Tank grouses, slapping me on the shoulder.
“I’ll never get used to seeing it from the front seat,” I tease, lifting my chin at Judge and Rider on the porch. “Don’t you lot work?”
“Fuck you,” Rider says without heat, “Only you dickbags get to have your lunchbreaks from the front of the Oink Mobile.” Switch steps out onto the porch with a container of food, “Even Doc’s gotten away for lunch.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I wave.
“Where’s Pops?” Nitro asks, cutting to the chase.
“Need a little advice, boys?” Pops yells from Chewy’s cabin, Laney on his hip.
“Nah, just wanted to make sure you’re safe and sound,” I call back. “Two of the three dumb fucks at RGPD are on the lookout for you, want to take you in again. This time they won’t play nice.”
Pops face darkens, as do all the Tombs family as they step out onto the small decks in front of their cabins.
“They scare me when they do that, like a bunch of hillbillies ready to blow shit up,” Mad Dog mutters, coming up behind us.
“What charge?” Gus asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Nitro shrugs, “Doesn’t matter. They’ll come up with some shit just to isolate him. So just, lay low and don’t do any of the shit you’d normally do.”
“You putting me on lockdown, boy?” Pops hands Laney off to Chewy, then crosses his arms over his crisp looking polo.
“No, I am,” Mama Debs voice rings out and all eyes turn to her on the porch, apron around her waist and wooden spoon in hand. “If you don’t listen to what they’re saying, Sidney, then I’ll lock you down myself,” she threatens.
“Oh, it’s like that is it?” Pops hot foots it down the path, making a beeline for Mama Debs who squeals and runs away at a speed that will have Pops catching her in no time.
It’s quiet aside from Mama Debs retreating giggles and Pops’ growls and we all stand there looking at each other, trying to process whether that was disturbing or not.
Marx clears his throat. “Well, good. That’ll, ah, keep Pops out of trouble.” He looks to me and Nitro. “Any way you can get rid of those bent fuckers sooner rather than later?”
“Nitro has offered to shoot them if we can’t get dirt on them,” I grin.
Comms makes that annoying noise it does when we get called in and Nitro replies before stiffening. I watch as he walks to the cruiser, leaning in to check something before straightening, brows pinched.
“Uh, guys,” Remy says, stepping out of the house carrying her tablet. “Mrs Hitchens has just turned up in an ambulance.”
“What?” Switch yells, causing Remy to jump. “That’s not right.”
“Um, well here it says emergency services are en route. It says she has life threatening injuries. J Hitchens, married to Travis Hitchens.” She angles her tablet so he can read whatever it is she’s reading, her face pinched.
“She’s right, we just got the call out, Fox,” Nitro says, our comms going crazy on his shoulder.
“No, she’s not right,” Switch argues.
“How do you know, brother?” Marx asks.
“Because her and Kit are in my fucking room as we speak.”
We stare at him a moment before Nitro grips me. “We need to go now if we want to be first on scene.”
“Fuck. We gotta go. We’ll report back as soon as we can!” I yell over my shoulder as I dive into the cruiser with Nitro.
What in the fuck is going on?