Page 19 of The Biker’s Second Chance (Chrome Creed MC #2)

INDECENT PROPOSAL

JAYNE

M y heels click furiously against the tile floor as Spike nearly drags me out of the back store once the show has come to its end.

It was more than I needed to see to know that I'm doing the right thing when it comes to getting these women out of here, but I can't help but realize that even though we've seen the women, we haven't gotten the information that we need.

We are still no closer to saving these women than we were when we got here.

"Spike, slow down," I hiss at him and try to pull him to a stop. Of course, my shoes have no grip and I just wind up sliding across the floor as he continues moving toward the exit.

"No, this is done. I'm not staying here a minute longer than I have to. This was a bad fucking idea. There's nothing we can do," he growls in my direction.

"We have to try something," I hiss up at him again.

"Like what!" he snaps at me, finally stopping so he can turn and look at me.

"We came here for information. We're not going to get it here.

The girls are all guarded in the back room and the only way through them is through all these people.

I told you back at the clubhouse, I'm not going to do anything that will put you at risk. "

I can see the rage building up in his eyes. This Spike I know. This Spike isn't hearing a word I'm saying. All he sees is the exit and the fact that I'm keeping him from it.

There's no winning this battle right now. Having a full-blown argument in the middle of all these people isn't going to help either.

I nod once, clenching my jaw tightly. I'm not happy about this, but maybe he's right. Maybe we should go back to the clubhouse and rethink our strategy.

When I don't fight back, Spike's eyes widen a little. He's used to me going after what I want tooth and nail. I guess he's not the only person who has changed since we've been separated.

Just as we get toward the middle of the main area, I notice that there are people beelining straight for us. Unfamiliar faces. All of them with grim expressions on their features.

Spike's movements slow and I see him reach to his back with his free hand as if he were going for his weapon. We didn't bring any inside. We're fucked.

I recognize one of the men making his way to us as the MC of the show. He puts a hand up when he gets close to Spike.

"Oh, don't tell me the two of you are leaving already.

There are plenty more activities to come.

You don't want to miss out." He readjusts his hand so it's out for a handshake.

Spike looks down at it and I can almost feel the contempt rolling off his body, but to my surprise Spike is cordial as he reaches out and shakes the man's hand.

They shake hands, all the while six other men come to surround Spike and me in a semicircle. There's no way forward, no clear line to the exit.

I plaster on a smile. I'm not sure what's happening, but if they are being nice, I'm going to do my best to make them believe nothing amiss is going on.

"Unfortunately, we have to go. We thought we might find what we were looking for here, but none of the ladies really tickled our fancy." I speak up, doing my best to keep my voice from quivering. They have to believe that we are meant to be here.

"Really? That's a shame. I haven't seen either of you at any of our other parties. Is this your first time here?" The man narrows his eyes at Spike and me.

"Yeah, we were invited to a few others, but this is our first one. You guys really know how to throw a party." I add in a haughty laugh, and the men around us laugh as well.

"I understand, choosing is always the hardest part, but I am sorry that nothing here was to your liking. Remind me again, what it is you are looking for?"

"Remind you? We never told you in the first place," Spike says. His voice is harder than it needs to be. I squeeze his hand, trying to get him to realize that we need to play this cool and that he should let me do the talking.

"True. I was just inquiring. Maybe I can be of some assistance." The man in front of us gestures for me to go on.

"What's your name?" I ask, tilting my head as if I am genuinely interested.

"Ah, that's right. We haven't made any introductions. It's just not very often that I meet people at these parties that I haven't vetted myself."

Crap, does he know we're not supposed to be here?

"I'm Zed. I've been with Burning Souls for about three years now. What about you?"

"I'm Stanley, and this is Jill," Spike replies, and I have to drop my face so the people around us don't see the shock on my face.

I guess it makes sense for him to give fake names.

We don't know what this Zed is up to. I also realize Spike doesn't give any information about our allegiance with Burning Souls. That would be too easy to verify.

"Well, Jill, Stanley, what is it that you came here looking for?" Zed asks again.

"Honestly, nothing too interesting. See, we have certain needs when it comes to our sex life. We were looking for a third. Permanent. Finding good partners is hard nowadays." I joke again, and once again everyone laughs, but now it doesn't sound very genuine.

"Yes, I hear you there." Zed nods his head before he moves in a little closer. "How is it that you got into this party in the first place? I'm sure you could have found someone eager to be your third at one of our warehouses."

"What's with the third degree?" Spike snaps and takes a step forward.

"Oh, don't get upset. It's just—well, I don't mean to bore you with all the details—but unfortunately, we've had quite a few people come to the party with no intention of actually investing.

This isn't a museum. Just having people come in and out to see our merchandise isn't good for business. We can't allow spies."

I gulp down hard. The guys in front of us glare. I want to hide behind Spike, but I know that will just make us more of a target.

"Absolutely, that is understandable. But I was under the impression that we didn't have to make a decision right away.

Didn't you say that some of the women would be going for training?

Who knows, maybe we'll think about sponsoring one of them.

The blonde you showed in the very beginning looks like she'd be a good time.

" I chuckle and look up at Spike, trying to get him to play along. He gives a half smile.

"Of course. Many of our patrons take some time to choose the right option, but you understand how I could be a little hesitant when it comes to you two? I mean, even you admitted it yourselves. You're new here. We don't know you."

"Agreed, so tell me, how can we put your mind at ease? Do we need to talk to someone else?" I ask, hoping to ease the tension in the small bubble around us.

"No, not at all. I think once everyone sees that you are really part of us—part of this life—we'll all breathe a little easier." Zed nods as if he's just given us the best solution.

I'm not sure what he means.

"What do you want us to do?" Spike questions, his muscles nearly ripping the button-down shirt he's wearing, he's so tense.

"Oh, nothing much. Rather, something I'm sure you've done before if you are truly here looking for a third. We want a show."

There's no holding Spike back this time. He grabs my hand and yanks me behind him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You two want a third to join you; I think you should show us exactly what that third will be joining in on. There's no judgment here."

I blink a few times, trying to process what he's saying.

"Are you suggesting that we have sex in front of you to prove that we aren't spies?"

Zed's grin takes on a sneer-like quality. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting. A couple as free-spirited as you, a couple who is deep enough into our contacts to warrant an invitation to a private party, should have no problem with a little carnal display."

Spike surges forward and I have to put a hand on his chest to keep him from getting too close to Zed.

"Fuck that. I'm not going to force my woman to do anything like that. She's mine and mine alone. Who we choose to share our sex life with is our fucking decision. If you think I'm going to let you strong-arm us into giving you a fucking thrill, you're out of your mind," Spike snarls.

"That's going to be a problem then. 'Cause you see, we're not going to let you leave until you do.

If you can't do it, there's no way I can be sure you're not a cop or the feds.

We don't want to go down that road, do we?

" The crowd of men gets closer to us, and I know within seconds this is going to turn into a fight.

A fight Spike isn't going to be able to win.

I look around the crowd, and in the back I see Lash and Tella but not Creek. Even if the three of them came to our defense right now, we'd still be outnumbered.

My heart drops to my feet. The sound of people walking around, talking, and drinking seems to be getting lower. I don't know if it's because I'm starting to panic or because we have just become the center of attention. Either way, I know that we have to play this right.

It's not the sex. I've had sex with Spike hundreds if not thousands of times before. It's the fact that these slime balls are going to be looking at us while we connect like that.

"We don't have all day. There are other guests that deserve our attention as well," Zed snaps.

"I don't care what your problem is. I'm not doing anything she isn't comfortable with," Spike snaps back.

I have to stop this.

"We'll do it." I step forward and say it loud enough to get over the two of them arguing.

"What the fuck?" Spike turns to me. Anger on his face but dread clear in his eyes.

"We have sex all the time. A little audience might just be the thrill I'm searching for." I say with a smile on my face. The smile is for Zed and his people, but I pray that Spike can read the truth in my eyes.

We have to do this. It's the only way to get out of here.

"No, I won't." Spike lowers his voice and speaks directly to me.

"There is perfect," I say aloud and grab hold of Spike's hand as I lead us toward a long upholstered bench.

"What the hell are you doing?" Spike mumbles behind me. His grip is strong on mine.

I turn to kiss him, but as I get closer to his ear I whisper, "It's going to be okay. It's the only way they'll trust us. We have to get out of here."

Spike groans and squeezes his eyes shut. His entire body is shaking. I know he doesn't want to do this. He would never expose me like this.

"I can't do this to you," he whispers again, moving closer to kiss the side of my mouth.

"It's okay. I know you don't want to. I know you don't want to hurt me. I'd rather it be you than one of them. Please, Spike. Please."

He pulls back and stares at me. He must just be realizing that if we don't do this they are going to hurt me. He won't be able to save me. This really is the only way.

"You're still... clean?" I mutter.

I don't want to know how many women he's been with after he and I broke up, but I know, based on the club lifestyle, that it must be a lot.

"Yes. You?" he questions as he makes a show of running his hand down the sides of my arms and over my still-clothed back.

I nod and slowly sit on the bench.

Already there are some obscene words being thrown in our direction, and with every one I see Spike tense further and further, his eyes darting around, assessing the threat.

"It's just you and me. Don't worry about them," I say, trying hard to keep my eyes on him.

When he kneels on the padded bench and slightly spreads my legs, I realize this is actually about to happen.