Burning Desire (Condemned Angels Series #1) Page 7

  Jeremy finally held onto her shoulders, keeping Nicole stationary as he walked around her. “Sorry again,” he said over his shoulder as he ran down the steps.

  “I’m not even going to ask.” I laughed, as I looked at Nicole’s frozen over look. I believe that was the first time I’ve seen her with that face.

  “Don’t.” Nicole laughed shaking her head and walked to her room.

  I took a long hot shower, trying not to think about Chase and what’s her face. I had my face under the water, and then I felt the cool breeze. I froze under the showerhead, my senses were heightened. “Nic?” No answer. “Jer?” No answer again. I poked my head out of the shower and there was no one, but the window was open- which I could have sworn was shut when I got in here. What the fuck? I quickly shut off the valve and ran out of the bathroom, calling Jeremy’s name as I flew down the flight of stairs.

  “Jer!!”

  “What? What’s wrong?” He came rushing out of the kitchen.

  “Were you in the bathroom?”

  “What? When?”

  “Just now. While I was in there?”

  “Not me, I think Nic is still drying her hair or something. Why?”

  “The window, that shit was closed when I was in there and all of a sudden it was opened while I was in the shower.”

  “What?!” he yelled, getting on his phone while running up the steps, taking two at a time. “Chase, get the fuck back here.” He hung up as he reached the top of the steps. He busted into Nicole’s room and she yelped. She was blowing out her hair in her bra and panties.

  “Christ, Jeremy, it’s called knocking.” She turned off the dryer and stared him down as he gawked at her body. She was so confident in her own skin, she didn’t even move to cover herself up.

  “Did you hear anyone up here?”

  “What? When?” Oh my God, they are too much alike.

  “Just now, while Rox was in the shower?” I heard the front door open and slam shut, heavy footsteps rushing up the staircase.

  “Brother, where you at?” I heard Chase’s deep voice yell down the hallway.

  “Nicole’s room,” he yelled back, grabbing Nicole’s robe and tossing it to her to put on.

  “What’s going…..on?” Chase’s sentence drifted off, when he realized I was standing there in a towel that was just barely covering my ass and my hair-dripping wet all over the floor.

  “Someone was in the house- the bathroom when Rox was in there.”

  “What?” His voice rose and he clenched his fists, and his hard eyes darted back to Jeremy.

  “I don’t know if someone was in there. Just the window opened when I was in there.” I went to follow Chase and Jeremy into the hallway.

  Chase stopped in the doorway, causing me to bump right into him, my body being completely flush with his. “You stay,” he said as he turned around, a mere inch from my face.

  “No, I’m coming with you guys.”

  “Not dressed like that. Stay in here until we clear the house.” He didn’t even give me time to protest as he locked the door handle from the inside and shut the door.

  CHAPTER 13

  ~ Chase ~

  Just hearing that someone was in the same room as her, without her knowing it made me furious- and the fact that she was naked and vulnerable made my blood boil. If they want to live, they better not be in this house. I took the upstairs and Jeremy took the downstairs. I was in the bathroom- it smelled of Rox’s strawberry shampoo. Nothing looked out of place. Then the mirror caught my eye. I breathed onto the mirror and steamed it up, and the message appeared. “You can’t hide.” I read out loud. Who the fuck?

  Jeremy said the bush below the bathroom window was crushed- someone was here, and they wanted us to know. What the hell did she do that someone would be after her?

  Jeremy put in a call to his Dad.

  “Where’s Jake?” he overheard Moretti on the phone.

  “I have no fucking clue. Chase is here- he came back. I have to escort Nicole to work- she’s got her class. Then I’ll be back here- I’m picking up security cameras from the club. We’ve sealed everything here. See if you can get in touch with Jake- he’s going to have to spend the night here. The more eyes we have on her the better. Alright, bye.” Jeremy ran his hand through his hair as he walked down the hall, talking to his Dad.

  “What did he say?”

  “Dad’s pissed, but he agrees-the more eyes we have the better. Jake will be here and spend the night too.”

  “Shit.” I ran my hand down my face and rubbed the stubble on my chin. “Where the fuck has he been all day anyway?”

  “Who the hell knows?” Jeremy shook his head. “Nic, you decent?” We stepped outside her door.

  “Yeah, come on in,” she yelled back. Jeremy opened the door, and there was Nicole with her back facing us, fixing her hair in the mirror. She wore black leather booty shorts, a matching black leather halter crop top and some killer heels.

  “Damn,” I chuckled as she looked back at us in the mirror.

  “What the fuck, Nic? I asked if you were decent!” Jeremy gave me that look. I put my hands up and left the room.

  “This is decent – it’s work clothes, Jer. Get used to it if I’m going to be staying here, if not- I got no problem going back home. It’s just an ass and tits. You have seen them before, haven’t you?” Their conversation was cut off by the bedroom door slamming shut, with them inside. I walked down the hall shaking my head. I looked at Roxy’s door as I walked past it.

  I walked downstairs, grabbed a beer and set up my post in the den. A couple moments later, I heard a door slam, and Jeremy came down the stairs.

  “Fucking women!” He shook his head as he got a beer out of the mini fridge, and fell back into the sectional.

  “Tell me about it.”

  “What problems could you possibly have? All you got to worry about is that sweetbutt, or however many you have. You lucky bastard- got any for me?” He laughed at me then took a swig of his beer.

  “True. And I just might, but I’m sure a certain someone wouldn’t be too happy. You run that by wifey up there?” I reclined in my seat.

  “That ship has sailed. Believe me, brother.”

  “I’m ready.” We heard Nicole yell from the doorway. I peeked up over the couch to say bye to her, noticing she had put on a few more clothes than before- probably because of Jeremy. Ha- he’s got it bad, she seems so pissed. These two are equally stubborn; they should just get it over with and fuck already. Christ.

  “Later,” I shouted as they headed out the door.

  I heard Roxy’s light footsteps across the ceiling, her door open and she was calling for Nicole. “Nic?!

  “They just left,” I shouted back up to her.

  “Ugh…of course.”

  “You need help?”

  “Um…uhh…no?” it sounded more like a question than a statement. Something came crashing down and I bolted up the staircase.

  “What the fuck was that?” I rushed into her room to see her wrestling into a red bustier with black lace and a pair of black fringe booty shorts.

  Sweet Jesus. I felt my jeans go tight.

  “I need help, lacing the back up.” She gave up trying to reach around behind her, her cheeks were flushed and her hair was in my favorite style: full and wild. Just like her.

  “Come here,” I demanded. Motioning “come hither” with my pointer and middle finger to her.

  “What?” she raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.

  “Turn around. I’m an expert at these things.” I smirked down at her.

  “Don’t pull any shit while you’re back there. I’m still mad at you,” she said as she turned her back to me and pulled her long curls over her right shoulder, exposing her naked back.

  “Mercy,” I mumbled under my breath.

  “What did you say?”

  “Hurry. I’ll hurry.” I started to tighten the strings.

  “So…” Rox was looking over her left shoul
der, as she held the front of her bustier against her chest.

  “You working tonight?”

  “Yeah, just half a shift though. Just some dancing and serving and then I’ll be home.”

  “Jeremy have security for you?”

  “Yes, he always does.”

  “Good.”

  “Yeah. Jake will be there so you can have the night off…” She gasped when I tugged too tightly on the strings. “Too tight!” she yelped.

  “Sorry.” I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on her. I loosened it up a little.

  “It’s okay,” she said quietly. “He’s not a bad guy, you know.”

  “Rox...” I didn’t want to fucking hear it.

  “I know...” I was finishing up her ties- I was stalling. My fingers brushed her lower back and her breathing hitched.

  “I can’t even stay mad at you.” I tied the bow in the middle of her bustier, and she turned around. Her hourglass figure was perfectly wrapped up in a sexy-ass package. Waiting to be opened.

  “I’m sorry,” she blurted out, then looked down at the floor and bit her lip. She was playing with the fringe on her booty shorts.

  “Don’t.” I grabbed her hand, stopping her fingers.

  “Don’t, what?” Rox looked up at me through those thick lashes. Fuck me.

  “Don’t apologize. It’s time we face the music. It just isn’t in the cards for us, babe.” I saw it in her eyes, an emotional flinch, her brown eyes going sad. I reached up, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and cupped her cheek. She leaned her face into my palm. Her skin was soft and supple- my thumb grazed over her bottom lip. Her small tongue darted out and licked the pad of my thumb. Then she grazed her bottom teeth along my thumb. A groan formed in the back of my throat.

  “Chase…” she took deep breaths and the tops of her breasts were threatening to spill out and over.

  “Yeah?” I took a step towards her, raising my other hand, taking her face into my hands.

  She stared up at me, waiting for the next move. I lowered my face down to hers- slowly brushing my mouth over her lips.

  “We shouldn’t…” she grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling me towards her.

  “We can’t.” My hands drifted down her slender neck and stopped on the front of her shoulders, with my palms resting on the top mounds of her breasts. Rox was breathing heavily, her eyes burning into mine.

  “I know.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. I shut my eyelids hard and swallowed. I quickly turned my head to catch the corner edge of her full lips. She paused, then turned her face towards mine. She kissed my bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. I stepped closer to her, putting her chin in the ‘v’ of my thumb and pointer finger, angling her face up to mine. My fingertips resting high on her cheekbone. Rox’s hands found their way to my chest.

  We heard a bike approaching the house. Jake. Rox quickly pulled away from me, licking her now swollen bottom lip.

  CHAPTER 14

  ~ Roxy ~

  I knew the sound of Jake’s bike from a mile away, the same as I knew Chase’s.

  “Go get em’.”

  I took a deep breath and slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and my leather jacket.

  “Babe!” I heard Jake yell as he walked inside.

  “Coming!” I yelled back while staring at Chase, looking down at me. His eyes darkened and I could see his fists tightening at his sides.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  “Maybe later tonight, I could be stopping by the club.”

  “Okay.” I jogged down the staircase and saw Jake leaning against the banister.

  “Mmm, damn baby.” His large hand tugged me to his body. He was just as big and broad as Chase. I felt small against him. Jake’s calloused hands slid down and caressed my ass, and pulled me up. I giggled as my legs wrapped around his waist, I ran my fingers through his hair. A flash of me with my legs wrapped around Chase’s thick waist and his shirtless body made me shiver. “We don’t have time for that…” He kissed me, stealing the breath out of me. Damn, Chase tied my bustier tight! Ugh, I’ll be thinking of him whenever I can’t breathe tonight. Son of a …

  Chase cleared his throat as he started down the steps. “Get a room.” His voice boomed down the stairwell. Jake lowered me to the ground, looking pissed at Chase.

  “I’m going to grab a bottle of water and we can get out of here.” Talk about awkward! I squeezed between the two towers of pumping testosterone and hurried to the kitchen. I heard them talking. Talking is good, right? It’s better than them fighting. I quickly grabbed a water bottle and my purse, and walked down the hall to see the boys nose-to-nose, toe-to-toe.

  “Would you two put your dicks away, and someone take me to work?” I pushed them apart by their shoulders, grabbed Jake’s hand and dragged him to the front door. “Let’s go, babe, I don’t want to be late.” I led us down the driveway, hopped in my car and Jake on his bike. We headed to the club.

  Once he got off the bike, Jake walked me to the back door and gave me a deep passionate kiss.

  “What was that for?” I was taken aback.

  “I want to remind you what you have here. You have a promised spot in this MC, babe, with me. You and me…it’s what’s right.” My heart was hammering in my chest. “I know we’ve had our moments recently, but you know me, baby. I’ve been busy with club business and I’m on edge with all these eyes watching you. You’re mine. Chase needs to respect that. He’s already crossed the line with you.” He had a firm hold on my shoulder. Scolding me like a child.

  “And he has. What does he have to do with anything?” I scowled up at him, and started to walk away from our conversation.

  “Roxy!” he called after me.

  “Look,” I spun around and got in his face. “I didn’t ask to be followed by all the guys in the MC. That shit just fell into my lap, okay? Someone is after me for some reason and it’s like you’re the last person that could give a shit. Where the hell have you been for the past day? When I’ve needed you, you haven’t been there. No one could reach you, and you know who was there?” He didn’t say a word. “Chase. That’s saying enough right there, someone who is risking his life to protect me. That’s more than I can say about you.”

  The back door swung open, Jenny was getting off her shift. She apologized for interrupting and gave Jake a sweet smile. This bitch!

  “Keep it moving, bitch.” I shooed her away, to look back and see Jake’s eyes glued to Jenny’s ass.

  “Hey!” I yelled at him, his eyes turning back to mine. “Knock that shit off, right the fuck now, because I swear to God if you even think about it, I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to you myself. You need to get your shit together, Jake.” I grabbed the door handle, as he grabbed me.

  “Rox, chill the fuck out. You are my girl, not my Old Lady.”

  “What is that supposed to mean? That’s not what you were saying a second ago.”

  “It means, you have no say in any of this shit. I call the shots.”