Page 11 of Racer (Iron Rogues MC #15)

EMILY

I n the wake of Miller’s accident, Jude’s playful smirk was gone. So was the cocky edge and sarcastic charm. What was left was something sharp and dangerous. Lethal.

But also steady. That was the part that got to me the most.

Kane and Edge were quick, but Jude had got to Miller first.

I was still trembling, trying to breathe through the memory of smoke, fire, and the awful sound of crunching metal that threw me back to Mason’s crash.

I kept my gaze on Jude, and it grounded me. Anchored me in a way nothing else could.

He was pissed. I could feel it rolling off him in waves, but his control never slipped. And when his hand brushed mine—just briefly, enough to check if I was okay—I nearly broke.

Jude somehow seemed to know exactly what I needed.

Wrapping his hand around my wrist, he murmured, “Gonna take Emily to the clubhouse.”

“Good call.” Kane shot me a concerned look. “Safest place for her to be right now.”

I was still replaying everything when we started walking toward the lot.

We were only halfway to his bike when it happened.

A flash of headlights. The roar of an engine. And a blacked-out vehicle flying toward us way too fast for this area.

“Emily!” Jude yanked me back hard.

I stumbled against him, my heart leaping into my throat. The car sped past, close enough that the breeze it left behind whipped my hair around my face.

“What the hell?” I breathed, looking up at him.

His expression was carved from stone.

“I don’t know if that was meant for you or me,” he muttered, his voice low and deadly. “But they’re gonna pay for getting that close to you.”

He didn’t wait for my response—just grabbed my hand and led me toward his bike. And when I climbed on behind him, I somehow felt safe.

The ride to the Redline Kings compound was short. I’d been here more times than I could count, but riding through the gate on the back of Jude’s bike felt different.

Jude killed the engine, climbed off, and reached for me before I could dismount on my own.

“You’re staying here tonight,” he commanded, voice low and firm.

“I’m fine?—”

“I don’t care. You’re not leaving until I know it’s safe.”

I blinked at the finality in his tone. Even if I had the energy to push back, there wasn’t room for argument. “Okay.”

His phone rang as we walked toward the clubhouse. Pulling it out of the inner pocket of his cut, he glanced at the screen. “It’s Kane.”

I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but my brows arched when Jude replied, “I’ll find you after she’s settled and not a minute before.”

Nobody talked to Kane like that, but Jude didn’t seem to care. Tapping the screen to end the call, he shoved his cell back in his pocket.

“I probably know the place better than you,” I pointed out. “So you don’t need to help get me settled.”

“Still gonna do it,” he insisted.

Nobody was around when Jude led me inside and down a wide hallway I’d never had a reason to explore before. We stopped at a door near the back.

“My room,” he muttered, unlocking it. “You’re safe here.”

I would’ve been fine in my brother’s room too. But I didn’t suggest that. Not when a big part of me wanted to stay exactly where Jude put me.

Jude shut the door behind us and leaned his weight against it for a second, his eyes scanning the room before finally landing on me. “Sit tight. Rest. I’ll be back soon.”

My brows lifted. “Where are you going?”

“To deal with Kane.” He straightened. “Don’t open that door for anyone but me.”

I shook my head with a soft laugh. “This is my brother’s club. The president is practically another brother to me. No Redline King would ever hurt me.”

“Good,” he muttered. Then he was gone.

Rolling my eyes at his overprotectiveness, I decided to use my alone time wisely. The room Kane had given Jude—with its en suite bathroom—was a sign of how much he respected him.

I took a quick shower to wash off the scent of smoke that clung to my skin. Wrapping a towel around me, I realized the downside of not driving myself to the compound. I didn’t have anything else to wear except my coveralls, which were filthy with grease, soot, and fire suppressant.

Spotting a black duffel in the closet, I dug through Jude’s things for a tee and pair of sweats. I had just tugged them on when the door opened again.

I whirled around and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

My gaze scanned his muscular body.

Quirking a brow, he asked, “What’re you lookin’ for?”

“Any signs that you and Kane got into a fight.”

Jude smirked. “Kane won’t interfere. Not as long as I keep my promise.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What promise?”

“Club business.”

“Seriously?” I huffed. “I hate when my brother pulls that crap, so don’t expect me to just accept that two-word explanation and not ask any more questions.”

“Give me a promise of your own, and maybe I’ll tell you more.”

“What kind of promise?” I asked suspiciously.

“After what happened back at the track, you’re not leaving this clubhouse alone,” he explained. “If I’m not with you, I want you to wear my spare cut.”

I gasped, stunned by what he was asking. “Why?”

“It’ll give you another layer of protection.” He stalked over to me and gripped my hips. “And I protect what’s mine.”

He didn’t give me a chance to overthink this. The moment I swayed toward him, Jude’s mouth claimed mine. Hard and deep with no hesitation.

There was no well-meaning interruption this time.

Only the two of us in a room that had a big bed that he quickly backed me toward without breaking the kiss.

His hands ran down my sides before gripping my thighs and lifting me as though I weighed nothing.

I hit the mattress with a gasp, and he followed, covering me completely.

My thighs instinctively widened to cradle his hips, and there was no missing how much he wanted me with his hard length pressed against my core.

I let out a little whimper of protest when he ended the kiss, and he pressed his forehead against mine. Fierce desire shone from his green eyes, making them a shade darker. “You feel almost too fucking good beneath me, angel.”

A surge of feminine satisfaction rushed through me as I twined my arms around his neck. “Is that even possible?”

“Starting to think just about anything is when it comes to you.” He brushed his lips against mine. “Never felt this kinda pull before.”

Neither had I, but I had a feeling he didn’t mean it the same way. At a full dozen years older than me—and being as ridiculously sexy as he was—the odds of Jude being a virgin too were probably the same as winning a billion dollars in the lottery without buying a ticket—zero.

“Maybe we should do something about it,” I suggested.

He stroked his thumb across my bottom lip. “Don’t go shy on me now. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You,” I whispered, rocking my hips against him. “I want to see how hot the passion between us can burn.”

“Prepare to be scorched,” he growled.

That was all the warning I got before he tunneled his hand under the shirt I borrowed to drag it over my head and toss it onto the floor.

I hadn’t put my bra back on, so my breasts were bared to him.

The tips pebbled beneath his hungry gaze, tightening even more when he dipped his head to suck one deep into his mouth.

“Whoa.” My back arched off the mattress at the shock of pleasure that went straight to my core.

Letting go of my nipple with a pop, he smirked up at me. “Like that?”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed, clutching his shoulders.

I felt his lips curve when he shifted to the other side, nibbling and swirling his tongue around my nipple while I moaned beneath him.

“Fucking love how responsive you are for me, angel,” he mumbled against my skin as he kissed his way down my stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.

He licked along the waist of the pair of sweatpants I’d snagged from his bag, and my inner walls clenched with each swipe of his tongue.

When he tugged the soft material, I lifted my hips so he could pull the pants off my legs.

Leaving them wrapped around my ankles, he wedged himself between my legs and buried his face in my pussy.

“Damn,” he groaned. “You taste fucking fantastic.”

I threaded my fingers through his dark blond hair. “That feels amazing.”

“Good, ’cause I’m gonna want to eat this sweet pussy every chance I get.”

He slid his tongue through my wetness, and when he circled my clit, I gasped, “Jude.”

“That’s right, angel. Let me know how much you like havin’ my mouth on your pussy,” he urged before devouring me again.

He licked and sucked, stiffened his tongue to plunge it in my core, and swirled it around my clit. Over and over again until I was writhing beneath him in need. When he finally pinched my sensitive bundle of nerves, I flew over the edge, screaming his name, “Yes, oh yes, Jude!”

My entire body stiffened, my thighs locking around his head as he ate me through my orgasm. The first one any man had ever given me.

The thought echoed in my head as he yanked the sweats off my ankles and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He was kneeling between my legs, his fist wrapped around his dick when I blurted, “I’m a virgin.”

Possessiveness flared in his eyes. “Am I the only man who’s tasted your pussy, too?”

“Yes.”

My confession didn’t scare him away—it did the opposite instead.

“Didn’t think it was possible to want you more than I already did, angel. But then you went and told me nobody else has ever felt you wrapped around their cock.” He notched the tip of his dick at my entrance. “I’m the only one who gets to hear your screams of pleasure. See you fall apart for them.”

“Uh-huh,” I gasped as he inched forward, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Because you’re mine.”

He punctuated his claim with a quick thrust of his hips, ripping through my innocence with one powerful surge. The pain wasn’t as bad as I expected, probably because it came on the heels of a mind-blowing orgasm and he didn’t give me the chance to tense up.

“Sorry, angel.”

I gave him a jerky nod and took a few deep breaths before I murmured, “I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

I wriggled my hips a little, relieved that only the slightest twinge of pain was quickly overpowered by pleasure. “Yeah.”

That was all the encouragement he needed to slowly drag his dick out of my wet heat before inching back in again. “Still good?”

“Good doesn’t begin to describe it.”

“Thank fuck,” he grunted. “I’m fucking dying here, baby.”

“Then don’t hold back,” I urged. “Gimme all you’ve got.”

He picked up the pace, and I flung my head back against the pillow as he powered in and out of me. It wasn’t long before my cries echoed around us.

“That’s right, angel. Let me hear you. Wanna know you’re enjoyin’ this as much as I am.”

“Jude, yes! Oh yes! Please, I’m so close.”

He slid his hand between us to pinch my clit, and waves of intense pleasure crashed over me. My pussy clamped hard around his dick, and he anchored himself deep as he went over the edge with me. “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s right. Milk the come from my cock just like that.”

He stayed inside me until we both caught our breaths.

Then he pulled out and shifted on the mattress to pull me into his arms. Between the adrenaline rush from the crash at the race and two intense orgasms, my lids drifted shut only a few minutes later, and I fell sound asleep in the safety of his arms.