Hidden Secrets (Satan's Prophets MC) (28 page)

Feeling Jasmine’s body tense and her thighs clench tighter around his head, he knew her release was near. Using his thumbs, he spread her delicate folds wider and sucked on her clit harder until a few seconds later, wave after wave of intense pleasure shuddered her body and she screamed out her release.

“Holy hell,” she whispered in a still orgasmic, shaky voice. She looked at JD with a salacious grin. “I don’t know what we just did, but I loved it. That was amazing.”

“That, my sweet, is only one of many positions we are going to explore.” JD pulled Jasmine into his strong embrace and kissed her tenderly. “And yes, babe, it was amazing—just like you.”

It was late morning when JD woke up with Jasmine still entwined in his arms. ”Wake up, babe.” He smacked her ass playfully and chuckled when Jasmine rolled over and pulled a pillow over her head.

“Go away,” she yelled back at him. “I need more sleep, I’m worn out.”

He pulled the pillow off of her head and leaned in close. “From dancing? Didn’t think I’d find out, did you?”

“I didn’t expect you home so early or…” Jasmine clammed up, so JD finished her sentence. “Or what? You wouldn’t have left all that money laying out in the open?”

Jasmine turned to JD. “I need to dance. We’re not getting many boarders and we’re falling behind on the payments. I love this motel and I don’t want to lose it.”

“You won’t lose it, I’m living her now and so is Mick. I’ll talk to him about splitting the payments between the two of us. How would that be?”

Jasmine never asked JD about how he gets his money and she really didn’t want to know. She knew deep down it was through illegal club activities and figured she was better off not knowing.

“Sounds great. After all, he’ll be living here permanently now that he’s in your club.” Jasmine had to chuckle at the thought of JD and Mick seeing each other every day.

“But I still need an income. I guess I’ll go back to waitressing at The Den.” When JD frowned she had to ask. “What now?”

“You’re not wearing that skimpy outfit with your tits hanging out. You cover them up or forget it.” JD rubbed his hand over her full breasts, “These are for me, baby. No one else.”

“Hell, I’ll never make any tips that way,” she pouted.

JD laughed. “I’ll give you all the tips you need and then some,” he finished saying in a low, raspy voice. Jasmine caught his meaning and burst out laughing.

“Now come on, time to get up. I’m hungry.” He smacked her ass again and got out of bed.

JD walked out of the shower and smelled fresh coffee brewing. Smiling, he went to the kitchen and found Jasmine beating up something in a bowl. “Smells good in here, babe. You can cook?” he asked, rubbing his hand over his stomach.

Jasmine laughed, “Not sure yet honey, but we’re about to find out. I’m making French toast. I hope you like it. Sit down and I’ll get you some coffee.”

“Um… delicious babe,” JD said, helping himself to another slice of toast. “I guess you really can cook.”

Jasmine grinned, “Yeah, breakfast anyway. I don’t know if I’m up for cooking suppers though, but I’m going to try. I love the thought of cooking meals for us in our home.”
Home
… Jasmine loved the sound of that word. She thought back with sadness to when she was younger and how she never had a solid foundation with her parents. Now was her chance to make a good home life with JD and she was going to do all she could to achieve that goal.

“I gotta admit, my Jazzie-girl, I never thought I was cut out for any of this—but you changed all that. I’m a lucky guy, babe.”

Just then, Lori knocked on the door and walked in. “I can smell that coffee brewing from down the hall, any left?” She didn’t wait for an answer, just grabbed a cup and helped herself. Lori was in a happy, bubbly mood. She pulled out a chair and sat down. “It’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining and guess what? I was talking to Miss Ellie over at the bank yesterday. She told me the town’s preparations are nearly complete for a big celebration. Founder’s Day, the town’s one hundred year celebration is coming up soon. Lots of people will be coming into town and just think of all that business for this motel.”

Seeing the sad look come over Jasmine, she got up and hugged her. “Hey sweetie, it’s going to be okay, just positive thoughts from now on.”

“How can I be positive when my life is in such a mess?” Jasmine answered, looking at JD.

“Lori’s right, babe.” JD grabbed a hold of her hand. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll protect you with my life. I love you, babe.” Hearing those words didn’t make Jasmine feel any better, JD’s life is what she was worried about.

“There’s going to be a carnival with rides, lots of food and even booze every night,” Lori continued on, trying to lift Jasmine’s spirits. “I’m going to a meeting soon and I’ll see what we can do to contribute to the event.”

Lori was so excited, that Jasmine couldn’t help herself—she had to ask, “So you really do love this little town of Mayberry?”

“I really do,” Lori admitted. “I guess it kind of grew on me and the people here are so friendly.”

Jasmine had to agree with that. She smiled at JD with love-filled eyes. “I love it here, too.”

“And here’s the best part—I’m going to volunteer us to help out, maybe with cooking the food.”

JD and Jasmine shared a look and burst out laughing. “Maybe not the food part for me, Lori, but I wouldn’t mind working in a booth or something. See if there’s a spot open in the kissing booth for me,” she said to tease JD.

“No way, if there’s a kissing anything spot open, that’s going to be my booth,” Lori winked at JD. “You already got your man, you greedy girl. Thanks for the coffee, see ya’s later,” Lori waved as she was opening the door to leave. “I have to get dressed for the meeting.”

Jasmine walked over to the sink with the dirty dishes. JD walked up behind her and pulled her into the circle of his arms, “I love you, babe.”

“I love you, honey—with all my heart.” She turned in his arms and kissed his lips. Jasmine was feeling such happiness. She prayed it would last forever.

Down in Blackwood, New Jersey, Carlo was having a meeting with a few of his boys. “I heard from Roman. He made a call to me a few days ago when he and Miguel stopped off to eat in some bar up north. Said they were near a town called Squire Hill, up in Pennsylvania. He spotted that Mick guy who is supposed to be out looking for tattoo man’s daughter. And he was with another guy who was wearing MC colors with Satan’s Prophets MC on the back of it.”

Carlo was a short Hispanic, black-haired man with a soul as black as his hair. He was well-known as a ruthless, vicious man. Even his most loyal men were fearful when Carlo was in one of his agitated moods. He was pacing back and forth, flipping his knife from hand to hand.

“Roman said he was with a woman. I want to know who she is and if I find out that fucker has been lying to me all this time, I’m gonna cut his fucking heart out and feed it to the dogs. This Satan’s Prophets MC is near a town called Fulton. Anyone ever hear of it?”

One of his men spoke up, “I know where this town is. It’s a little shithole out in the middle of nowhere. I passed through there a few years ago. I know I can find it again by looking on a map.”

“I called in some of our boys from Delaware for backup, not sure what we’re dealing with here. If this is the daughter and she’s being protected by this MC, I want to know how many men we’re up against. And if this girl is the daughter—like I figure she is—I want her alive. I want my money and someone has got to be made to pay.” Carlo clenched his knife so tight that a little river of red was running down between his fingers. His eyes were wild, glazed over with savage intent, darting back and forth over his men.

“Roberto, you go up to this town called Fulton and investigate what the fuck Mick is doing there. Check out that club and get me some numbers on their man power. Don’t make any moves on your own, just keep your eyes and ears open. I lost contact with Roman and I don’t like it. If he and Miguel were found out, that means that prick Mick has been playing with us. He knows we’ll have figured that out by now and he’ll be on his guard.”

Roberto spoke up warily, “Why don’t we just grab the girl and bring her here? It’d make more sense than going up against a whole club of bikers.”

“Stupido! We have to be sure she’s the one. And if she is, I want that fucker Mick, too. No one makes a fool out of me. No one!” Carlo was ranting now like a crazed lunatic with white spittle forming at the corners of his mouth.

Jaz was enjoying the warm sunshine on her face with Lori, Renee and Susanna, sitting on lawn chairs on the small patch of grass in front of the motel.

They all had on their sunglasses and bathing suits. “We should get a good tan today. This sun is blazing hot,” Jaz said, as she was applying more sun tan lotion on her legs.

“This iced tea is really delicious.” Renee took another long swallow and asked, “How come it tastes so much better when you make it than me? What’s your secret?” Jaz just smiled and said nothing.

Lori couldn’t hold it in, she just had to blab. “Maybe it’s all those shots of vodka Jaz added to it? Yum…it sure hits the spot.”

“Hey,” Susanna was wiping the beads of sweat off of her brow, “now that we have our bathing suits on—and it’s so hot—why don’t we go for a swim in the lake later?”

“We can’t.” Jaz frowned and pointed a finger at Lori. “Don’t you remember? Miss Do-Good here, volunteered us all to be on that Founder’s Day committee. I don’t know why you did that, Lori. What do we know about planning big events like that?”

“I don’t mind helping out,” Renee looked at her excitedly. “We can plan for our own booth and sell stuff from the store. We can all be in the same booth! Wouldn’t that be so much fun?” The other three girls looked at Renee like she was from another planet.

Finally, Lori spoke up, “Not fun for me, Renee. I’m going to be in the kissing booth. Just think! All those sexy guys kissing me, what’s better than that? Maybe Drifter will get jealous and drag me away by my hair and make mad, passionate love to me. I’ll tell you, that guy is one hot, sex machine.”

“And what are you going to do when some old guy with wrinkled, prune lips wants a kiss? Seriously Lori, is that all you think about, hot guys and sex?” Renee scolded.

“Speaking of hot guys and sex,” Jaz giggled, the vodka making her loose lipped, “JD taught me some new positions that would curl your ears. I swear, how anyone could think up these things is beyond me.”

“Come on girl, talk. Don’t leave us hanging here,” Susanna begged.

Jaz chuckled, seeing how the girls were all sitting at attention now as she proceeded to describe some of the new sex positions she had learned.

JD returned home to find the four of them sitting in lawn chairs, giggling so hard that he had to smile. He loved seeing Jasmine happy for a change. When JD backed his bike in his parking spot and walked towards them, he wondered why they were all looking at him like he was a piece of meat and they were hungry tigers.

“Looks like you girls are enjoying some of Jasmine’s special recipe iced tea.” When they said nothing, just giggled louder, he rolled his eyes and went inside.

“How about you, Renee? Did you and Mick ever do the dirty?” Jaz teased her.

Renee got a sad look on her face. “No, there isn’t anything between us. We ended it before it got out of hand,” she lied, “his life isn’t for me.” Renee missed Mick and she would love to have sex with him again. Maybe that was the answer—sex with no strings attached, but she knew that wasn’t possible for her.

“I get that, Renee. I really do. And now that he’s in the club, well, if it isn’t for you, then you’re wise to stay away,” Jaz told her. Jaz then, looked over at Susanna who was awfully quiet.

“Don’t look at me like that. I agree with Renee—not the life for me, either.”

Jaz sighed, “Yeah, I get it. Who knows, with all the people about to come into town for this celebration, maybe you’ll both meet some hot guys.”

“No hot guys for me, thank you. I had my hot guy and that didn’t go too well. Looks aren’t everything, you know,” Susanna scolded.

“Maybe not,” Lori added giggling, “but it sure does help.”

Lori seemed to be the only one who was excited at the thought of hot, sexy guys. She looked over at Renee. “And you? If you don’t want Mick, then we’ll have to find one for you.” Lori looked over at Jaz, shaking her head sadly. “Renee here is still a virgin. We have to help this poor girl get laid.”

They all thought that was a good idea except for Renee, who was getting pissed off. When Jaz noticed her scowling, she told Lori to knock it off.

Renee just sat there not saying a word.
If they only knew
, she thought to herself. But this was one secret she would keep to herself, always.

JD came back outside when he heard horns blowing, as the cars drove by. “Jasmine, don’t you think you gave people enough of a show here? I don’t like all these horns honking at my woman.”

Mick opened his door and yelled over to JD. “What’s going on? Is there a parade or something?” Mick came walking over and Renee couldn’t take her eyes off him. He had on his MC colors and he looked so deliciously hot.

Mick nodded to JD and looked at the girls. “No wonder the horns are honking. You girls sure look good.” He flashed them a smile that was so devastatingly sexy, Renee had to look away.

Jasmine, sensing that the guys wanted to talk, got up and motioned to the girls. “Let’s go inside to get out of this heat for a while before we have to go to that meeting.” They got up and followed Jaz.

Mick watched them wobble to the door and had to smile. It was definitely not a good idea to drink in this hot sun.

“What’s up?” Mick asked JD.

“Club meeting today at five. It’s mandatory, so make sure you’re there.”

“No problem, I’ll be there. Anything new on Carlo?”

“Guess we’ll soon find out. Striker’s been in close contact with Bubba down in Blackwood,” JD answered back.

By the time Striker walked into the back meeting room the brothers were already seated there, waiting. He looked around the table at all the serious faces and could feel the tense vibes emanating throughout the room. Striker ran his hand through his hair (pushing it back from his face) and sat down.

“You all know that JD and his old lady are in some serious shit and that shit is gonna hit this town soon.” When they all nodded, he continued on. “Well, I figure Carlo knows he’s dealing with us now, too.”

Before they could ask any questions, JD stood and addressed his bros. “Mick and I took out two of his guys the other day. They ID’d Mick when we stopped at a little bar near Squire Hill and followed us out of there. The way I see it, they had to have got a call out to Carlo, before they trailed after us. They got our name off my colors, so yeah—I’d say he definitely knows we’re in on it. But he can’t be sure it was Nick’s daughter that was with us. He’ll have to check it out and probably plant a few of his men here in town, asking questions.”

Striker spoke up. “I heard back from Bubba down in Blackwood and it looks like Carlo is pulling in some of his boys from outta state. They’ve seen some cars, with Delaware plates, pulling into his warehouse lot.”

“Gunner is on standby, with our brothers in Ohio. No worries there. They can make it here in a few hours, riding hard. And Bubba’s club will be here, the day after tomorrow. They’re gonna hang with us to scope the area out, and get used to the lay of the land. We should have plenty of man power with their help. I want Carlo and his gang eliminated, once and for all.” Striker banged his fist down hard on the table and leveled a deadly, cold stare at his men. “I want one thing clear. They ride into this town and mess with us, they’re dead fuckers—all of them.”  The members raised their voices and cheered.

“Bubba is leaving a few members behind on watch and they’ll call if Carlo and his men pull out of Blackwood. Hopefully by that time, we’ll be ready and waiting.”

JD spoke up again. “We need to sit down when reinforcements arrive and think out a good plan. The last thing we need is a bloodbath in Fulton. I’ve been running some things in my head, like places where we can draw them to.”

Roach leaned forward and spoke up. “Well, let’s hear it and then weigh all our options. One good thing, it will be on our turf so that will give us an advantage. We know every dirt road, hill and valley. Plus, there are plenty of old mine shafts, so yeah, we’ve got a lot of places we need to think about.”

“What about the girls? Jasmine’s friends. They need to be told the whole story. Last thing we need is for one of them to get in our way,” Mick told them, “or grabbed and used for leverage against us.”

“Anyone got a plan, now is the time to speak up,” Striker addressed them once again.

“What about the Centennial?” JD asked. “There’s going to be a lot of people hanging around town. That could fuck us up, too.”

“Or help us out, another way to look at it,” Striker said. “We’ll do our best to keep Carlo and his gang away from town, but in one way it’ll make it harder for them to spot the girls. And I don’t think even Carlo is that stupid—to open gunfire on a crowd. Last thing he’d want is the fed’s coming around to investigate. No, he’ll want to keep this contained and isolated.”

“Already got some prospects watching the roads into Fulton. All right then, let’s get out of here and have some fun while we can. But stay on alert for anything suspicious. When Bubba’s crew gets here, I have a feeling things are gonna get wild, pretty fast. They’re known trouble makers, always looking for a fight and that’s the last thing we need, is fighting amongst ourselves. Got me?” Striker waited for the unanimous nods. “Okay, I’m going home. I got me a fine old lady waiting to warm my bed. You bros, go have some fun while you can.”