21. Jamie
Chapter Twenty-One
Jamie
Slamming my foot on the brakes outside of the St. Charles’s house, I put the car in park and stabbed my fingers through my hair. I needed to calm the fuck down, but that wasn’t going to happen until I had my hands on Hayat.
A few other vehicles were already in the driveway, but I was on the street. I jogged up to the front porch and pressed down on the doorbell. A dog barked from the backyard of the house next door, sounding big and pissed off. I was still pressing the bell when the door swung open a few minutes later, and some guy in nothing but Superman boxers and socks stood there, squinting at me.
He wasn’t Hayat’s brother or the guy I’d seen fighting in the video that I’d found the night before. What I could see of his eyes, they were an unusual sand color. He was roughly my height, lanky, with dark baby stubble on his chin. With a fist, he rubbed at one eye.
“The fuck are you?” he garbled, sleep still thickening his voice.
“Bentley, why are you walking around the house in your underwear? Eww. No one wants to see your morning wood poking out. Gross!”
Hearing Hayat’s voice calmed my pounding heart somewhat, but it did nothing to settle any of the chaotic emotions swirling around inside me.
Bentley turned toward the sound of her voice, his eyes blinking a few times as they refocused. “Some jackass wouldn’t stop leaning on the doorbell. It was better that I checked it out like this than risk Sixx being the one to answer the door. Would have wasted too much time if I stopped to put on pants.”
She appeared behind the guy, slapping him on the back of the head. When she saw me, her face paled, but her eyes filled with tears. Both reactions only spiked my emotions higher. “Jamie,” she whispered.
“Who?” Bentley grumbled, still sounding half asleep, rubbing at the spot where she’d just smacked him.
She shoved him out of the way. “Go back to bed. Do not wake up Sixx or Evan. And for the love of God, do not come out of the spare room again without pants on. Jesus Christ. What if one of my grandfathers had driven by just now? Do you know how dead you would be?”
“Damn it, Hayat! Why are you always pushing me around?” He stumbled aside but kept clomping deeper into the house.
Hayat stood there, unmoving, not even seeming to breathe. I had the opposite reaction, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as I struggled to calm the fuck down. Flexing my fingers at my sides, I tilted my head to the side, wondering if I looked as manic as I felt. I wanted to touch her, but I knew if I made the first move, there would be no containing the storm raging inside me any longer.
A few tears spilled over her bottom lashes. With a strangled sob, she threw herself against me. Her honeysuckle scent filled my nose, the heat of her body pressed against mine, and then she was wrapping herself around me. Some of the riot of noises in my head that had started as soon as I’d seen her on the video began to quiet.
“Don’t be mad,” she begged. “Please, I can’t stand it. I’m sorry. So sorry. Last night—”
Unable to take it another second, I wrapped her hair around my wrist, pulling her head back, and slammed my mouth down on hers. With a whimper, she kissed me back, her hands fisting my wrinkled, untucked button-down that I’d been wearing all night.
She tasted like sin and heaven. All the things that were right and wrong and everything in between flavored her lips and teasing tongue. Backing her into the house, I kicked the door shut, thankful I was already cupping her head as I pushed her up against the wall.
No, she didn’t get to do this shit. She wasn’t going to go silent after scaring the fuck out of all of us and then beg me so prettily not to be mad. There were consequences for making me go through the hell I’d been living. Imagining she was in the crosshairs of Miguel or Sancho Guerrero had kept us all sweating. Ky and I had gone with Sparks to talk to his brother. But after Vitucci—or whoever the fuck he was—had given us assurance that Hayat wouldn’t be at risk, I’d come straight for her.
Ky and Sparks had wanted to come with me, but Sparks had to sit in on the meeting with his brother. Miguel refused to call their dad unless Sparks was in the room. Ky and I wouldn’t leave our friend there alone, even if Vitucci had been present as well.
We knew Sparks could handle himself. His dark past wasn’t something he talked about, but it haunted him at times. It wasn’t his physical self that Ky and I worried about while he was around Miguel. His heart was only starting to soften, his mind finally clearing of the bloodstains he’d been helpless in creating for the sake of his family.
Ky was the more level-headed of the two of us, which had been the deciding factor in who stayed with Sparks and who went to check on our girl.
Breathing hard, Hayat broke the kiss, her eyes glassy as she met my gaze. “Jamie.”
“Don’t,” I snarled, releasing my hold on her hair to take her wrist in one hand. I didn’t know where I was going, but when I spotted the partially open door of the downstairs guest bathroom, I guided her inside and locked the door behind us.
Confusion and need were in those aquamarine eyes as she watched me cautiously. Leaning back against the closed door, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Sweats and panties off. Now.”
Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she took a step back from me, shaking her head.
“Off,” I repeated, struggling to keep my voice low and not shake with all the emotions trying to take control. “You can either do it yourself, or I’ll take them off for you. But you might not appreciate the way I do it, Hellion.”
Taking another step back, she finally reached for the drawstring of her sweats. Untying them, she slowly began to push them and her panties down her thighs. My cock thickened, straining against the zipper of my jeans. Groaning, I undid the button, giving the huge fucker a little room.
Hayat kicked off her clothes, leaving her standing there in a hoodie and sports bra. How could something so simple look so damn hot? Tucking a few ringlets behind her ear, she stood before me, one hand covering her bare pussy.
“Come here.” She didn’t hesitate to come to me, her hips swaying as she walked across the bathroom.
When she reached me, I turned her around. Our eyes locked in the mirror. Goddamn, she was too beautiful for this world. Those kiss-swollen lips, her dimples that teased me even when she wasn’t smiling. All that hair I could get tangled in, but I never wanted to be free of. Taking her hands, I guided them to the sink.
“Hold on. Don’t let go,” I instructed, pressing a kiss against her ear.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” she whispered, her breathing becoming choppy.
I nipped at her earlobe. “You know what I’m going to do, Hellion. And you’re going to take it. Aren’t you, baby?”
Fire sparked in her eyes, her nostrils flaring as if she wanted to smart off to me, but after a small pause, she nodded. She gripped the sides of the stone sink, pressing her naked ass back into me. Feeling her swirling her hips against my aching cock, I had to swallow a groan. Rubbing one hand over her silky soft flesh, I stepped back so she wasn’t touching me. Wasn’t tempting me.
The first smack had her gasping and jerking away. I grabbed her waist with my free hand, holding her in place. “Stand still and don’t make a sound. This is between me and you.” Seeing the pink handprint I’d left on her right ass cheek, I stroked it lovingly with my fingertips for a moment. “So pretty,” I murmured reverently, spanking the left cheek a little harder so the color would stand out more.
Her ass jiggled ever so slightly, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Pink darkened to red as I swatted her again, enjoying the sound of flesh connecting with flesh. Savoring the sight, even as I released some of the pent-up tension that had invaded every muscle and tore my mind apart seeing her inside that warehouse, in danger.
A humming noise vibrated out of her throat, but she pressed back, accepting the next half-dozen smacks to each side of her lush ass. In a frenzy, I freed my cock, entering her fast and hard from behind. Her legs turned to jelly, but I held her up by the hips as I fucked the storm out of me.
The fear and anger and frustration of being helpless to do nothing but follow Sparks into cartel territory. Wanting nothing more than to hear our girl’s voice, to know she was alive and not in some hole or on a truck on her way to Mexico, trafficked to be sold or turned into a PCC prostitute.
Her walls clamped around me, sucking me deeper into her soaked pussy. Watching her face in the mirror, I saw her eyes glow, felt the ripple of pleasure as her walls fluttered around my cock deep inside her. She was dripping, the sound of her squishy wetness adding to my euphoria as I began to pound her harder. Spanking her had been a punishment, but it had drenched her with honey, and I couldn’t hold back.
“Don’t scream,” I commanded between clenched teeth. “Save those noises for only us, baby.”
Hayat covered her mouth with her hand, muffling her greedy, needy sounds as she arched her back in a way that took me even deeper. In the mirror, I saw her eyes roll back in her head, and I was lost. My release snuck up on me. With the first spurt of my come inside her, she detonated. Her pussy convulsed around me, milking every drop out of me as her body shook from the force of her own orgasm.
The lights dimmed around the edges of my vision, and I had to lock my knees to keep us both standing. Clenching my jaw to hold back the noises of my pleasure, I was sure I’d cracked a tooth as I leaned my forehead against her shoulder, trying to catch my breath.
“Jamie, please,” she whined when we’d both regained a little composure. “I’m sorry. Forgive me. I can’t handle you being angry with me.”
Half high off my release, I groggily lifted my head to look at her in the mirror. “You don’t get to do this to us, Hayat. Do you know how hard it was to breathe all night, how insane we became worrying about you? All we needed was to hear your voice, and you denied us.”
Her gaze lowered, shifting away from mine in the mirror. “You were the only one who called.”
“We are not playing that game either,” I growled, landing another smack to her ass. Her backside was already cherry red, and the sting had her biting back a moan. She clenched around me, squeezing a few more drops of come from my shaft.
Fuck, this girl.
I was still hard, ready for round two despite having nearly blacked out from how hard I’d come only moments before. The noise in my head had only now calmed down, but she was trying to amp it up again. “That’s not how this works. We’re a unit. All four of us. There is no singular in our equation. Ky and Sparks were with me, both of them losing their minds just as rapidly as I was, but they had shit to deal with besides trying to get you to answer your fucking phone. Were you trying to be petty, because only I was showing you attention?”
“No!” she whisper-shouted. “I was scared that I would drag you three into the nightmare I got thrown into with Abi last night. All I wanted to do was protect you guys from the stupidity, some of it my own for going in there blind, but mostly Ali for not seeking help.”
“We’re going to talk about that later, when we get home. I’m glad you weren’t trying to be childish and play us off each other for attention.” Normally, shit like that would have turned me off any other relationship. It just showed me how far gone I was for Hayat that I was chasing after her repeatedly and not once had I been tempted to call things off with her.
She rolled her eyes at me in the mirror. “Despite what some trash social media sites say about me, I’m not an attention whore.”
“I can see that, babe. As I said, we’re going to discuss last night, in detail, when we get home. Ky and Sparks will want to hear about how you ended up at the PCC warehouse just as much as I do.” I kissed her neck, pumping my hips one last time.
Her breath hitched, but I pulled out of her, another form of punishment. She wasn’t getting another orgasm until we were home with the rest of our band. Reaching for a hand towel, I bent and wiped the mess from between her legs before stuffing my cock back into my jeans.
Hayat turned around to face me, her brows pulling together. “What were Ky and Sparks doing that whole time while you were calling me?”
“Do you even know where you were last night?” She stiffened, a shudder rushing up her spine. I saw the flicker of fear in her eyes and nodded. Good, she needed to be afraid. “Those fights are sanctioned by the PCC.”
Her confusion deepened. “Who?”
“Pacific Coast Cartel.” I educated her. “Run by the Guerrero family. Sancho, Miguel, and, until a handful of years ago, Ignado Guerrero. Or, as you know him, Sparks.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered, slapping a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened in realization. “There was a guy who looked almost exactly like Sparks last night. He stared right at me and…”
“And what?” I demanded, a barrage of images filling my head of what Miguel could have done to her. “What did he do?”
“He called me Havoc and grinned at me. But then things got crazy, and I didn’t see him again.” She shrugged, so casually, like she hadn’t been through some life-altering experience, having the second-in-command of one of the biggest cartels in the country know her fucking name.
Loving this girl was going to be the end of me.