Page 22 of The Biker’s Second Chance (Chrome Creed MC #2)

FOR THE GREATER GOOD

JAYNE

I t takes me a second to realize the truck has come to a stop in front of the clubhouse. I’m deep in my own mind trying to erase what happened back at that party.

It’s not the fact that Spike had to bed me in front of those creeps. In fact I’m pretty sure I’d like Spike to do that to me over and over again.

It’s the evilness I felt coming from them. The disgusting words. If Spike didn’t do everything in his power to keep me focused on him I’m not sure I would’ve made it through.

Thankfully though I did.

I’m safe now back at the clubhouse. Safe with my family.

I take a deep breath and open the door so I can get out. The minute my feet touch the ground, a group of women surround me.

“Is it true? Really. Were they really going to sell us to be sex slaves. They were going to torture us?” A twenty something year old woman stops me.

“Yes, it’s true. That is least of it. Some of the women are brutal disfigured before they are sent to their final destination. Becoming a sex slave would have been the least of your worries.”

The woman’s face drops and I watch as the reality of what she just escaped dawned on her.

Rumble comes up beside me and grabs hold of the woman and another to take them into the clubhouse. “We’ve got them, you get some rest.” Rumble nods one and I swear I see something like respect in his eyes. Is it possible he already knows what has happened back at that party.

No, it can’t be. Not yet.

I push the thought out of my head as I look around one last time at the girls who are now being attended to.

It’s true everything that happened back at that party is going to stay with me forever but at least I know we won this round.

Xavier and the Burning Souls got exactly what was coming to them. A loss.

***

It’s been hours since we’ve gotten back from that party, it’s nearly four in the morning but no matter how many ways I tried to close my eyes. I just cant seem to go to sleep.

It doesn’t take me long to figure out why I’m so on edge. It’s simply because I know Spike is still at odds with what’s happen.

I hate that this has effected him so much and the longer I lay here and think about it the more I know that I have to help him. The same way he helped me through what should’ve been one of the worst moments of my life. He was strong for me. Now I need to be strong for him.

I grab my robe and drape it over my body, tying the rope around my waist before I open the door to my room and look out into the main area.

None of the women from the party are out there but I do see Rumble and Lash out in the main area talking with one of the girls who I know stays around to run the bar.

A sweetbutt. I never really cared for the women who like to link themselves to the club in that way but I’m not here to judge.

Rumble and Lash spy me sneaking out of my room but none of them say anything to me.

In fact they both turn there backs on me as if to say they don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Like it’s my place in Spike’s room.

I don’t bother to knock on the door. If Spike’s feeling even a little of what I felt earlier than I know he’s not going to be able to sleep either.

I push open his door and just like I suspected he’s sitting up in his bed, his shirt off and his boots tossed on the floor. A bottle of bourbon, half gone between his legs.

“Jayne, what are you doing up? You should be getting some rest.” His voice is is clear. At least I know he’s not drunk.

“I can’t get any rest. Too much…” I start and I realize what I’m admitting to. That what happened today was enough to scar me.

He winces and I rush over to him. Instead of allowing me to get close to him he scoots over to the other edge of the bed.

“Spike don’t shut me out.” I reach over to touch him and he moves away again.

“Don’t do that. I know you don’t want me near you. I’m just giving you the space you deserve.”

“I never asked for space.” I get closer to him.

“You didn’t have to ask, Jayne. I mean… how could… I assaulted you.” He whispered in a gritty voice.

“Spike listen to me.” Instead of turning in my direction he turns away. “Spike.” I grab hold of his face and force him to look at me. I can see the pain in his eyes. It’s consuming him.

“You didn’t assault me.” I smile at him as tenderly as I can.

“Jayne, you’re not just going to let me get away with what I did,” once again he tries to pull away.

I keep his face locked in my hands, “let me tell you what you did Spike. You protected me. You trusted me. You were right there with me. You're the reason I got through that at all. In one piece. Whole." My words are soft and I can see they are hitting their mark. He's softening up.

"I should've tried something else. Hell I should've knocked that asshole Zed head off."

"And then all of us would have either wound up dead or still in that mall as hostages. We did the right thing." I swipe my hand down his face.

"Are you sure? I mean don't you hate me?" Spike stares at me trying to gauge my reaction.

"Spike, I promise you all. Hate is the last thing on my mind when it comes to you. I'm so proud of you." I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. He moans and kisses me back.

Instead of backing away, I press forward a little more. I want to feel all of him.

I deepen the kiss and Spike grabs hold of the back of my neck. After a second, he pulls away.

"No we can't. I can't. You just went through some fucked up shit. I'm not going to take advantage of you."

I sigh a little frustrated that just my words aren't enough to put his mind at ease. That's okay, I've got more tricks up my sleeve.

I stand in front of him, and slowly untie my rob to show him my body. "And what if I want to take advantage of you?"

Spike's mouth drops open as I display myself for him. "Please, don't fucking let me hurt you. I won't be able to live with it. Won't be able to live with myself."

"You could never hurt me Spike. When I'm with you, all I feel is complete. Perfect. Loved."

He groans and stands to reach for me. He holds me close like he never wants to let me go. "You are. You know that don't you. I don't care what's happened between us, you are loved."

The frog makes another appearance in my throat. "I know, Spike. So are you." I whisper right as he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

Once again, my body lights up like christmas time. Every time we touch it's like this. Every single time.

"Please, Spike. I need you tonight. Don't make me sleep alone."

"You can be wherever I am, forever." Spike answers as he slowly backs us up to the bed.

When the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed there is no hesitation. I don't feel strange or uncertain about what's about to happen. All I feel is safe and wanted.

I drop down but before Spike has a chance to follow me down to the bed I reach for his waist.

"No, Jayne, I'm supposed to be taking care of you right now." He tries to stop me from what I'm doing but I grab his arm and push it away.

"You're going to let me do it. I need to show you. Let me." He groans softly and finally drops his hand.

I pull his pants down and he quickly kicks out of them.

I almost forgot how pretty his dick was. When we were together, sucking him off was one of my favorite things to do.

I moan as I lick my lips and lean forward. I take him into my mouth and he groans loudly, letting his head fall back.

Seeing him break apart for me makes me feel even more powerful.

I need this and he knows it.

It's only with his touch that I'm going to heal from what happened today.