Текст книги "Monster"

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“Sounds good,” Pain nodded, clamping a hand on Breaker's shoulder in a show of badass masculine affection. “Take care of yourselves.”

Forty minutes later, we were parked outside of Breaker's. And then we all were heading in. I wanted a change of clothes, Breaker wanted to gather supplies, and Shooter wanted to get a drink.

So, all packed up we drove to the motel. I got my stuff out of my room seeing as I still had the key on me. And I walked out to see both Breaker and Shooter scaring the piss out of Creepy Bob. And I mean that literally. He peed himself. Which might have been funny, but the fact of the matter was, just witnessing them being all badass and scary... well... I was close to wetting myself too.

No joke.

They were terrifying.

“Right,” Breaker said, jerking his head at me, “let's go.”

The car was dead silent for a long time, each of us staring off out the windows, lost in our own thoughts.

Finally, about an hour into the drive, the darkest part of night almost behind us already, I turned slightly in my seat so I was fully facing Breaker and asked him the one thing that had been nagging at me since he had said it.

“Why did you tell Lex I was his daughter?”

I felt Shooter's face snap to me, but ignored him.

“Doll...” Breaker said, his tone implying that I was asking something stupid.

“No. Seriously. I want to know.”

“First, you told me yourself what your mom went through at Lex's hands. How she finally got away to raise you. How terrified she was of someone getting their hands on you. How she killed herself when she saw Lex again so she could protect you both. And, I mean... you look alike. And...”

“And?” I prompted, feeling my heart skip around wildly.

“And your names, doll. His name is Lex. Your name is Alex.”

Holy. Shit.

I never... Jesus Christ... I never even thought of that before. That was weird. But still...

“He's not my father, Breaker,” I said quietly.

To this, his head turned fully to me, his light eyes boring into me, sending shivers down my spine. But, well, the good kind. The kind that kinda made me want to tell him to turn back around so we could pay by the hour at the sleep-and-fuck motel.

“What?”

“He's not my father.”

“You can't know that,” he insisted, barely giving the road a glance as he watched me.

“I do. I know that,” I insisted. “Remember when I said my mom went to the hospital that night and she found a detective who helped her get away?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I mean... I never got confirmation because it was a touchy subject for my mom,” I said, thinking about the time I was seven and asked about my daddy because everyone else talked about theirs and I didn't have one and I was curious. She cried all night asking why she wasn't enough for me. I felt so guilty, I never asked again. But as I got older, I started to see things. “He never stopped coming around. As I was growing up, he always stopped by. Sometimes dropping off groceries because he knew Mom was going through a bad spell. Sometimes he just came by for dinner. Once, he dropped by on Christmas morning. He brought me a pink stuffed piggy. Then he left. Weird things like that. Things that didn't mean anything to me when I was little, but as I got older... it started to make sense. I looked like him, Breaker. Not Lex. I have his same hair. His long legs. His earlobes. And, I mean... his investigative drive,” I said on a small, private smile.

I didn't think about him often. He was a fuzzy childhood memory that made me sad if I really mulled it over.

“Why didn't you ever ask him, honey?” Shooter asked, his voice soft, sounding like he genuinely wanted to know.

I felt myself shrug. “He always looked at me like it hurt him to do so,” I said, cringing at the memory. “And then when I was ten... he was gone.”

“Gone?” Shoot prompted.

“Mom wouldn't tell me. She just said he was gone. When I was a little older, I looked him up in computer class. He died. Heart attack. His obituary said he was survived by his wife and two sons.”

“Aw, sweetheart,” Shoot said, resting his hand over mine.

“It's no big deal,” I said, shaking my head. “But you... you really thought Lex was my dad? Why didn't you say something about it earlier?”

“Didn't seem like a subject you'd want to talk about,” Breaker shrugged. “How do you explain the name thing though, doll?” he persisted.

“Honestly? I don't know. Mom was weird like that. Maybe she thought it would be... empowering? To use something ugly and make it something...”

“Beautiful,” Breaker supplied and I felt the word settle with a fluttering in my belly.

“I guess,” I said, ducking my head to cover the heat I felt in my cheeks.

“Hey why don't we... call it a night?” Shooter cut in, sitting back. “It's late. We've all had a shit week. We're far enough out of town now that we won't be suspicious. So long as no one gets a look at her face,” he said, wincing slightly as he looked at me.

“It's that bad?”

“You're still gorgeous,” he said, smiling at me.

“It's that bad,” I said with a wry smile, shaking my head. I was still too wired to really feel it yet. Things had been so crazy for such a long time. I wasn't convinced I would come down until I got some sleep.

Twenty or so minutes later, Breaker pulled the truck up to a small motel that looked reasonably less skeezy that Creepy Bob's motel. Breaker hopped out of the truck, going into the office with a wad of cash he had taken out of a safe in his house.

I tried my best not to gawk at the sheer mass of money the two of them seemed to possess. In cash. I knew that the underground jobs paid well. And that Shooter and Breaker were apparently well known in their circles. But still.

That was crazy.

But then again, most days I barely had two nickles to rub together.

“Alright,” Breaker said, opening my door. “They only had one room with two queens,” he said, looking regretful.

I shrugged, hopping out to help him haul bags out of the bed of the truck. Shooter joined us and followed as we let ourselves into the room.

And the inside was leaps and bounds better that Creepy Bob's. In fact, it looked recently redone. Fresh pale blue-gray paint on the walls, dark blue still plush looking comforters on the beds, a flatscreen, white curtains, new tile in the bathroom, unstained carpets.

I took a deep breath, smiling a little. “I won't have to sleep sitting up here,” I said out loud.

“What?” Breaker asked, watching as I went into the bathroom.

I flicked on the light, grimacing at my reflection. I had the start of a black eye, dried blood around my nostrils and in the cracks of my broken lip. I ran the water warm, dipping a washcloth, and gently wiping away the blood. “You saw Bob's place. No way was I lying down on one of those beds,” I said to my reflection.

I rinsed the washcloth and left it on the counter before going back into the bedroom to see the TV was already on and the bags were all piled in a corner furthest from the door.

Shooter gave me a small tight-lipped smile before turning to Breaker. “Keys,” he said, holding a hand out.

Breaker reached in his pocket, produced the keys, and threw them at Shoot.

Shooter nabbed them then walked over to me, his hand sliding across my jaw, then kissed the tip of my nose. “I'll be back in a couple of hours,” he said, then walked to the door and disappeared.

“Where's he going?” I asked, looking over at Breaker.

“Getting lost for a while,” he said on a shrug.

“But... why? This was his idea...”

“Come here,” Breaker said.

“It's really not a good idea for him to be all out and about when we just...”

“Alex, doll, come here,” Breaker's voice called, both soft and firm at the same time, making my belly flip flop. So I went there. And his hands reached out, cradling my face for a second, his thumb brushing over my lips.

“Oh,” I said, smiling a little as I realized Shoot's plan.

“Yeah,” Breaker smiled back, “oh.”

Twenty-two

Breaker

I tried to keep my eyes on the road while I drove. Because anytime I looked at her face and saw the damage Lex had done, I was equal parts furious and wanting to go back to Lex's place, drag him out of that panic room (if he was still alive in it) and rip all his appendages off, or also, pull the car over, wrap Alex up in my arms and tell her I would never let anyone lay a hand on her again.

Unable to do either of those things, I just looked ahead and kept driving.

But we were in the motel room. Shoot was gone. I had her bruised and bloodied face in my hands. And I didn't want to fight it anymore.

I dropped my hands from the sides of her jaws, over her shoulders, down her sides, and around her back, pulling her gently to my chest when what I really wanted to do was crush her there. But she had taken shots to the body and there was a wince when she walked. Bruised ribs. I needed to be easy with her.

Her head shifted, moving to bury her face in my neck as her arms went up and around my shoulders.

“I didn't mean it,” I said, my lips in her hair.

“Didn't mean what?”

“All that shit. About Lex keeping you and it just being a job and...”

“Shh,” she said, shaking her head. Then her face tilted slightly and I felt her lips press a kiss into the pulse point in my neck. “I know.”

My arms squeezed her a little and she didn't stiffen. “Don't ever,” I said, pushing her slightly away from me so I could duck my chin and look her in the eye, “ever fuckin' run away from me again.”

“Breaker... I was trying to protec...”

I shook my head. “Ain't your job.”

“What?”

“Ain't your job to protect me, doll. That's my job. So don't ever fuckin' do that to me again.”

“Listen Mr. Macho Badass, Guy” she started and I could see the heat rising in her dark eyes. Fuckin' hell. She had just stayed at a skeezy hotel run by a creep she thought (and probably was) going to date rape her, got taken to Lex's place, held against her will, beaten, almost raped, then escaped a bombing situation... and she was ready to go a couple rounds? Jesus Christ.

“No,” I said, my lips twitching.

“No what?” she asked, her eyes getting small.

“No, I ain't listening. You're new to this. You think you got me all figured out. But macho badass guys, doll... we do the protecting. You do the being sweet and cute and a royal pain in the ass thing. You don't go running off on your own. You don't make me worry about you. You don't fuckin' do that. Got me?”

“You were worried about me?” she asked, her voice getting low.

“Of -fuckin'-course I was worried about you. Running off on some hairbrained plan made up by someone you didn't know...”

“That someone I didn't know turned out to be a pretty big badass herself,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, doll, but you didn't know that. There was no way to know that. It was a stupid risk.”

More eye squinting. “Did you just call me stupid?”

Jesus.

This woman.

I sighed. “I called your plan stupid.”

“It's the same thing.”

“Ain't the same thing and I ain't fuckin' fighting about this either.”

“Well I want...”

“Shut up.”

At this, her eyes stopped squinting and went huge. “Excuse me?”

“I said shut up,” I said, letting the lip twitch turn into a smile.

“I don't know who you think you're talking to like...”

“You wanna keep arguing or you want me to show you why you shouldn't run away from me?”

I watched her brows draw together as she genuinely struggled with whether she wanted to go through another useless fight (she did) or see what I was talking about.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said, my hands slipping back around to her sides, tickling slightly over her sore ribs and coming up to rest right below her tits, “I want to show you all the things we could have been doing instead of you sleeping sittin' up scared some shithead was gonna try to put his hands on you while I sat at home trying to figure out how to get you back.”

Recognition hit her eyes, making them warm up, the lids get heavy. “What kind of things?” he asked, wetting her lips.

“All kinds of things,” I said, dipping my head and pressing my lips against her neck, my tongue slipping out to slide up toward her ear. Her air choked out of her mouth as her head fell back, giving me more access. “Like this,” I said, taking her earlobe between my teeth and sucking until her body melted against mine. “And this,” I said, my hand moving from it's resting place on her rib cage to cup her breast and squeeze. “And this,” I said, moving my fingers to her nipple that was reaching hard through her bra and shirt.

Her throaty groan sent a bolt of desire through my body and I had to force myself to keep from ripping both our clothes off and slamming into her hard and fast.

She had a hard fuckin' day. She needed hands on her that weren't rough for a change.

So one of my hands slid to her hip, pushing her backward until the foot of the bed tapped her legs and she grabbed my shirt so she didn't fall. I reached out, grabbing her shirt and hauling it over her head, floating my fingers in her hair to set it to rights again before my hands slipped behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her eyes were on my face the whole time, lips slightly parted, eyes getting heavier by the moment.

My hands slid down her stomach, fingers snagging into the waistband of her pants and her panties and slowly pulling them down as I lowered myself onto my knees in front of her, kissing down her belly, over her hips, down her thigh as I slowly exposed it.

Up until that moment, I didn't know I could do lovemaking. That wasn't the kind of man I was– soft, sweet. I was hard, rough. And that was how I fucked. But hearing Alex's quiet whimpers had me exploring the idea of giving her soft and sweet as much as she wanted it.

Her pants slid to the floor and I grabbed her ankle, lifting it, removing the material then doing the same with the other ankle. Then I kissed my way up her other thigh, tipping my head up when my face was level with her pussy to see her watching me, her hand moving out to rest on the top of my head.

“On the bed, doll,” I said, pressing my hands into her hips until she lowered her ass toward the mattress and sat down. My arm moved up, pressing between her breasts until he was flat on her back. My hands moved up her calves, pausing at her knees to press in and spread them, then whispering across the soft skin of her inner thighs. I turned my head to let my mouth follow the same trail, smiling when she giggled at the tickle of my beard. It only lasted for a second though. Because then my mouth was closing around her clit and sucking it in pulses that had her legs jerking, closing around my head.

“Oh my god...” she moaned, one of her hands grabbing the back of my head, the other digging into the hand I had holding her thigh.

I let my tongue slip downward, curl in on itself slightly, and press inside her tight pussy, letting her sweet overwhelm my senses as I fucked her slow and gentle with my tongue until her hips were moving frantically against me. I slid my tongue up her slit, moving it over her clit in fast swipes as I moved my hand down and thrust two fingers inside her, curling and stroking over her g-spot until I felt her tighten for a second, then clench hard around me as she came, groaning out my name.

Fuck yeah.

I could do soft and sweet if she moaned my name like that.

I felt the sound in my dick for fuck's sake.

“Breaker,” she said, her hands no longer holding me in place, but pulling at me until I lifted up to look at her.

I pushed my knees against the edge of the bed, reaching behind my back to pull my shirt off, tossing it, then reaching for the fly of my jeans, making quick work of getting away the last boundaries between us.

My hands went to her hips, pushing her into the middle of the bed before my body came down on hers, my mouth finding her sweet, waiting one, and kissing her. Her lips were greedy under mine, trying to deepen it, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and I had to fist my hands into the sheets to force myself to keep things slow when she was coming alive under me.

Her legs went around my back, holding me tight against her as her hips bucked up into mine, begging for me to bury inside.

My mouth moved from hers, going down her neck, over her chest, until I took her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it as her back arched upward toward me. My hand went to her other nipple, teasing it into hardness before my mouth went there too.

“Breaker...” her voice called, sounding raspy, needy. “Fuck me,” she begged and I raised my head to look down at her.

My hips shifted, my cock sliding down her slick heat before pressing against the entrance to her pussy, then pushing in slowly, taking my time to bury deep.

Her hands went to my shoulders, curling in, digging her nails in to the point of pain as I stilled deep inside her for a long moment, then started stroking slow, easy, feeling her tight wetness grab at me for the first time without anything between us and it was better than I had imagined, making me bite into my lip and bury my face into her neck, carefully rocking my cock into her.

Alex's body was squirming beneath me, her hips grinding up into mine, impatient. She made a growling noise, hitting my back. “Harder, faster,” she demanded.

I felt my head shake. “Slow and easy,” I said back, kissing her neck as her velvet softness tightened around me.

“Fuck me, Breaker,” she insisted, her fingers raking across my lower back.

Well, a man could only take so much.

I lifted up to look down at her, my hands going under her arms, wrapping her shoulders tight as I slid out and started pounding in. Hard. Fast. Relentless. Like we both needed.

“Ohmygod... ohmygod,” she groaned, her voice higher-pitched as she got closer.

“Let me feel that sweet cunt grab my cock,” I demanded, taking her lower lip between my teeth and biting hard. Her hips bucked upward and I thrust deep, hearing her voice catch. “Come for me, doll,” I growled, looking down as her orgasm started to crest, then slam into her hard, her pussy grabbing me hard as her body did one head-to-toe shiver before my name came screaming out from between her lips.

I kept thrusting all the way through until her body went slack, feeling my need for release like a vise grip in my balls. But I couldn't come inside her. I thrust hard and deep, watching her, as I slid out and moved to straddle her body. “I'm gonna come all over those sweet tits,” I told her, grabbing my cock, and stroking.

Her head shook as her hand reached down for mine and, holy fuckin' shit, she slowly opened her mouth as an invitation.

I shifted upward, slipping her hand under mine and stroking my cock with her, hovering over her open mouth. Her eyes were on me watching and I felt the climax break through my body, making my legs weak enough for me to need to slam a hand against the headboard as I watched my come empty into her welcoming mouth, seeing her swallow greedily like she couldn't get enough of it.

I dropped our hands, sitting back at my heels, looking down at her.

My hand moved upward, wiping some of my come off her lip and her face lifted quickly, her lips closing around my finger and sucking it deep, getting every last drop.

Jesus fuck.

“When we get where we're going...” I started, my hand moving out to tuck her hair behind her ear, “the pill. I want to fill you with my come every chance I can get.”

Her eyes lit and a slow smile spread across her lips. “I guess I can manage that,” she shrugged, but reached to pull my body down on hers.

Twenty-three

Alex

Shooter didn't come back until it was almost light out. After that first sex session, starting slow and sweet and ending hard and rough, watching Breaker's eyes become so intense it was painful as he watched me swallow his orgasm. And then after the second sex session about an hour later, Breaker flipping me onto my stomach and pushing inside me, no pretense at foreplay because we had both practically been ready for another round two minutes after the first one ended.

It was his token hard and fast and bossy, his hand fisting in my hair, using it to arch me almost painfully backward so he could growl hot, filthy, nasty things into my ear until I came around him twice and he lifted up and came on the cheeks of my ass.

He was right.

Wherever we ended up, top priority was getting some birth control. We were beyond condoms. Once I felt him inside me raw, I never wanted to go back. I never wanted there to be anything in between us again. And I wanted to know what it felt like to have him come inside me. I never experienced that before. But as he was growling into my ear about wanting to watch his come drip out of me down my leg... well... yeah... I wanted that too.

Breaker moved off the bed to the bathroom, soaping up a washcloth and coming back to clean me off before he tugged on a pair of sweatpants and handed me one of his tees and a pair of pants.

“Pants?” I asked, brows drawing together.

“Doll, as much as I want to stare at those long legs all the time, no fuckin' way is Shoot gonna get that same privilege.”

I laughed, shaking my head as I slipped into my pants. “You know... if we end up somewhere warm and sunny... I'll be in a bathing suit all the time... everyone would be looking at my legs.”

Breaker got into bed beside me, hauling me to his side so my face was on his chest. “We're going somewhere cold and snowy,” he decided, but I could hear the humor in his voice. “With you in lots of layers. Long johns, jeans, snow pants...”

I laughed, shaking my head, as he pulled the blankets up over us.

There was a knock at the door before Shooter's voice called through it. “Everyone decent? Not that I would mind seeing all your flawless curves, Alex honey, but Break yeah... don't want to know you that well.”

“Come in,” I called, lifting my head off of Breaker's chest to see Shoot walk in, a coffee tray in one hand and a brown bag in the other.

“Coffee and bagels,” he offered, putting the items down on the nightstand between our beds as he kicked off his shoes, removed his belt, and walked over to the bags to rummage for some clothes.

He lifted his shirt and I got a full view of his body. And it wasn't like Breaker's endless ridges of chiseled muscle. But it was long and lean with a altogether way sexy strength evident underneath all of his colorful tattoos. And I mean... all. He was covered– waistband of his jeans to the eagle on his neck.

“Any word?” Breaker asked, snapping me out of my little inspection with a guilty jerk.

Shooter moved to the bathroom as he unbuttoned his pants, closing the door briefly, and coming out in a pair of black basketball shorts slung low on his hips. “All over the news. Seems they're focusing on some new player in town idea seeing as so many 'criminal operations' were hit. Lex's place that survived that last blast was taken out by a fire. No word on him. Hailstorm has minimal damage,” he said, reaching for a coffee as he sat at the side of his bed facing us, his eyes sliding over our intimate position with some curiosity, but mostly a strange sort of satisfaction. Like he was glad for it. “But that place is practically fireproof with all the shipping containers and shit.”

“The Henchmen?” Breaker asked.

Shoot shrugged. “That place was locked down tight too. No one was around. Reign, Cash, and Wolf were all off at some kind of dinner party Summer got a bug up her ass about.”

“Reign, Cash, Wolf, and Summer?” I asked, my brows raising. I knew of them from my research. Reign was the MC president. Cash was his brother and vice. Wolf was the road captain. And Summer was Reign's 'old lady' or whatever bikers called their women. It wasn't the names that I was questioning, it was the intimacy with which Shooter said them.

“Done some jobs with them in the past, darlin',” he said, shrugging. “Something like friends to me. Did some checking around to make sure they got out alright. They're good.”

“Any theories?”

Shooter shook his head. “I didn't talk to any of them direct. Just overheard one of their probates talking.”

“What about the Mallicks?” I found myself asking, thinking of Shane and his girlfriend Lea. I didn't know them know them, but I still hoped they were all alive and well.

“Bar was closed,” Shoot said, a strange edge to his voice.

“Chaz's is never closed,” Breaker said, sitting up slightly, me going with him.

Shooter nodded like he agreed. “I know. But it was.”

“You guys don't think the Mallicks did this, do you?” I asked, looking between them.

“Not their style,” Breaker answered.

“Then what's with the weird non-verbal conversation you two are having right now?” I asked, raising my brows at him.

“It just seems like,” Shooter started, grabbing my attention, “maybe they were tipped off about the explosions.”

“What? Why?”

“Because Janie is smart,” Breaker said, grabbing my attention. I sat up fully, moving off his chest so I could look at him.

“Explain,” I demanded.

“She had some kind of plan. Fuck if I know what it is because this shit she pulled? Not good. You don't fuck with four of the biggest players in town. That shit is suicidal. Especially fucking with the people who took you in and trained you,” he said, meaning the people at Hailstorm, the survivalist camp she lived at and worked in. “She's stupid as fuck for doing any of this. But she's smart for making sure there were no casualties anywhere but at Lex's.”

“But why blow up the other places at all?”

“To create chaos. Maybe give herself a chance to get away,” Shooter said, drawing my attention. “Like Break said, Janie is smart. She has some sort of plan. I'm guessing the extra explosions were to throw everyone off. No one knows where to point the blame. Which gives her the chance to get away or clear her name. Who knows. We'll have to keep an eye from a distance.”

I nodded. “Breaker says we're going somewhere cold and snowy where I have to wear lots of layers,” I informed him.

“Like fuck we are,” Shooter said, giving me a dazzling smile. “I have a week worth of skirt chasin' to catch up on. I ain't chasing around some fucking Eskimos. I want easy access. So we're doing warm and sunny and Breaker is just going to have to fucking live with it. Right, darlin'?”

I smiled at him, then turned to Breaker who gave me a look that very much implied he wasn't too happy with the idea of the two of us teaming up on him. And also, knowing it was likely to happen a lot in the future.

“Right,” I agreed, squealing when Breaker reached for me, but he was smiling.