Page 36 of The Biker’s Second Chance (Chrome Creed MC #2)

TRUTH OR LIES

JAYNE

T he clubhouse hums like a hive.

We managed to get most of the women into shelters in the area and let the managers know that they should be on the look out. No one was happy about it but at least the women weren't turned away. I guess that's the best that I could ask for.

The ones we couldn't get into shelters are here in the clubhouse.

Women cluster in corners, voices low, a mess of fear and relief.

I sit beside one of the younger girls, her face half-hidden under a blanket that still smells faintly of bleach and motorcycle oil.

She traces the stitching with her fingertip like it’s a map.

Rumble’s booming laugh cuts through the room, but it’s sharp, jagged—he’s arguing with Mariah again, their voices bouncing against each other like a hammer on rock.

“You’re safe here,” I whisper to one of the girls I've just led to a small spot on the couch. Her eyes dart toward the door like she doesn’t believe me. Hell, I don’t know if I believe me either.

The sound of a zipper cuts through the noise. It shouldn't but, it's like my senses are all piqued.

My gaze shifts landing on Spike. He’s slinging a duffle bag over his shoulder, jaw tight, boots heavy on the wood floor. He moves like a man trying not to be watched, which is exactly why I keep my eyes on him. My pulse spikes when I see the glint of metal he tucks inside the bag.

Since we've made it out of the docks with the women, he's only checked on me once. After that there's been no more words between us. I don't get the impression that he's mad at me, just avoiding me.

After the conversation I heard him having on the phone, I can't let that fly.

Not without answers.

I smile once at the girl on the couch before I turn and rush after Spike, trailing him down the hall. His door creaks when he pushes it open, and before it clicks shut I wedge myself inside.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, my voice tinged with annoyance. We're supposed to be a team in this but right now he's acting like I'm an outsider.

His eyes flick up, calm as ever, but there’s tension in his shoulders. “Packing.”

“For what?”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps shoving shit into the bag like I’m background noise.

“Don’t fucking think you're going to walk out of here without telling me where the hell you’re going,” I snap. My fists clench. “Not after what I just saw. Not after what we just did.”

He snaps his attention to me, "Who the hell do you think you're talking to like that?." He exhales, slow, controlling the wild animal inside. “Jayne. This is my world. Sometimes I gotta handle things my way.”

“That’s not an answer.” My voice cracks on the edge of anger. “You think I’m just gonna sit here, play nurse, while you run around with the same bastards who put those girls in cages?”

His head jerks up, eyes flashing.

Oops, so much for not letting him know that I was eavesdropping.

“Watch yourself. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” My chest heaves. “I heard you, Spike. Cut us in? Proof of life? What the hell am I supposed to think?”

He steps in close, heat rolling off him. He stares daggers at me before simply shrugging his shoulders, "You think what you want to think. Makes no difference to me."

“I think you’re hiding something. And I think if you walk out that door without telling me, then maybe I don’t know you at all.”

Silence stretches. His jaw ticks. My body is trembling, not from fear but from fury. He sees it, and something in his gaze sharpens, like he’s daring me to break.

"You're not going to stop me. There's nothing you can say that is going to change what's going to happen."

I search my brain for a solution, "Then I'm coming with you."

"No, the fuck you aren't."

"You can't tell me what to do!" I'm screaming now. There's no where for my anger and rage to go but straight at him. This is the hotel room all over again.

"I can! You're my old lady again. Did you miss the fucking memo. We both know what that means. It means I handle my business with this club the way I see fit. I don't need to loop you in. Now go back outside and deal with the women."

I see red. My entire body gets hot and before I know it I'm swinging at him with all my might. "You fucking bastard! Tell me what you're about to do! I won't let you go to Xavier without me. You can't."

Spike backs up, putting a hand up to block my blows from his face. "Jayne!" His voice booms in the room but it does nothing to stop me. I'm snarling in anger, teeth bared and all my strength put into my blows.

I'm trying to hurt him.

Then his hands are on me.

The world spins as Spike wraps his arms around me capturing me in a bear hug.

He turns me so my back is against his front and he lifts me up from the ground.

It doesn't stop the fury bubbling inside of me.

I kick my legs and try to wiggle out of his grasp.

My feet connect with the edge of his dresser and I knock the lamp and some papers down to the floor.

They crash and spread out.

"Goddamn it! Stop your shit!" Spike barks in my ear.

"No! I won't! Tell me what you're going to do!" I yell back.

It only takes me a second to realize that I'm not going to get out of his grasp, so instead of trying to use my arms I fling my head backward trying to connect with him that way.

It doesn't work.

He turns again, and rushes forward. My body collides with the wall so hard all the air puffs out of my chest. I gasp trying to get in some much needed oxygen.

"This is why I didn't want you to be part of this. You can't separate what you think is right from what is going to happen. You need to be the one, the savior, but sometimes you just can't save them all." He growls into my ear and the pin drops in my mind.

He really is about to go make a deal with Xavier. In order to get the violence to stop and to secure his club he's going to barter the women we've already saved.

"You can't. You can't fucking do this." I wheeze through clenched teeth.

"You don't rule me. I'm in control here. Haven't you realized that yet." His words are still rough but now they've got a bit of a crazed edge to them. He continues, "No? Let me show you."

He spins me again and now I'm trapped between his full weight and the wall. Before I have a chance to breathe his lips slam down against mine. Rough and demanding.

I snarl against him.

"Always fighting. Always making things so fucking difficult." He snaps as he lifts a hand and grabs hold of my hair keeping me in place.

Every thrust of his words is a push against my will. Every answer I give is my body saying I won’t back down.

"I'm fighting for what's right. Why can't you see that." I answer with just as much ire.

"I know. Fuck, Jaynie, I know." He presses his lips against me again and my traitorous body is losing the will to push against him. In a final attempt to do harm, I suck onto his bottom lip and bite down hard.

"Ah! Fuck. You crazy..." His words trail off, but it's not lost on me that he doesn't call me out of my name. "What do I have to do to make you see that I have to take the lead? Sometimes you just have to submit."

The words I spoke before tumble out of my mouth once again. "Make me." I growl.

It's a challenge. A gauntlet thrown down. One that Spike is more than ready to pick up.

He hooks his free arm under my leg and lifts it high so my leg is up by his waist. He grinds down hard against me.

His hard cock pressing right into the sweetest of spots.

I slam my head back against the wall hard.

I can't give in. Can't let how good this feels right now over throw what I'm doing in here.

I can't.

I can't.

Oh, god...I can't help it.

"That's right. You see how much easier things can be if you let me do what I need. How I can take care of you. How I can be the man you need." He drops his lips back down to mine but this time I don't bite. This time I moan and meet the swipe of his tongue with my own.

He squeezes my hair tight before yanking my head to the side causing me to yelp. He drops his head to my neck and sucks hard before he bites making me hiss out in both pain and pleasure.

My nerves are sizzling with pent up desire. When he runs his hand up my side cupping just against the side of my breast my back bows off the wall so I can get closer to him.

Instead of staying where he is, Spike backs up and I'm left whimpering reaching out for him. Just a moment ago, I wanted to do as much damage to him as I could but now all I want is for him to touch me again.

He doesn't let go of my hair though, instead he smirks at me before placing the other hand on my shoulder and nudges me down.

My legs give way and I fall to my knees in front of him. I look up at him with hooded eyes. I'm ready for whatever he wants to give me. I want it all. Right now.

"I fucking love to see you like this. On your knees for just me.

" He groans as he finally drops on of his hands to his pants.

I quickly get to work on his zipper as he undoes the belt and button.

Working together, we pull his pants and boxers down.

His pretty cock bobs out in front of him and my mouth waters.

Using the hold he has on my hair, he pulls me forward as I open my mouth taking just the tip in.

"Be a good girl, Jayne. Be good for me." He growls.

My eyes roll back for a second as I let his words wash over me. I open my mouth as wide as I can get it without unhinging my jaw and slurp him down.

He groans deep and loud, as I take him further and further into my hot, wet mouth.

I suction my cheeks in hard and bob my head up and down his length fast. When the crown of his dick hits the back of my throat I gag violently but thankfully nothing but slick spit comes up.

"Fuck yes. Just like that Jaynie." He's losing himself and I love it.