Smokey’s Turmoil by Erin Osborne
Chapter Eight
Smokey
I’VE BEEN BACK from the run for a week now. Jasmine has been more open than in the past, but she’s still holding back. At least from me she is. We’ve talked more, sat and watched movies together, and gone to dinner a few times. It’s only when I’m gone that she works out, sings, and dances around the room. Even when she’s dancing her movements are more fluid and free. There’s still fear in her eyes from the situation with her father, but I’m working on it.
When I’m not working at the construction company, I’ve been at the clubhouse with the guys trying to find every piece of information about her dad. She’s give me his name and what Hawk’s already found is fucking disgusting. Jasmine has no clue what’s going on with her dad and who he truly is. Yeah, he knows people who are out looking for her. There’s a good reason for that. Or should I say a few reasons. The first one is he’s put a fucking price on her head. It doesn’t matter if she’s alive or dead to him either. With her having no children, her inheritance would go to him as he’s the closest living relative to her. Then, he’s also promised her to several different organizations to do with as they please.
Jasmine’s dad is involved with several different groups of men and women who traffic women and children. Some even men. He helps lure unsuspecting women and kids to these bigger predators and earns a finder’s fee if you will. It’s fucking sick and twisted. Jas will lose her shit if she finds out all of that. I’m not going to be the one to tell her about the second thing. I will make sure she knows there’s a price on her head. She’s not leaving my side though. Jasmine will stay here where we can keep her safe.
“Song Bird, where you at?” I call out walking in the apartment after getting done with work for the day.
“In the bathroom,” she answers, making me walk back that way.
When I stop outside the bathroom doorway, she’s standing with a towel wrapped around her body as she stares in the mirror while applying some light make-up. I’m not sure if she has plans or not, but we need to have a talk and then I have to go to church. I want her to come to the clubhouse with me afterward so she can attend the party and let loose. She’s going to need it after I drop this bombshell on her.
“What’s going on?” she asks when I continue to just stare at her, my cock rising to attention in my jeans from the amount of skin she’s got on display right now.
“Well, we need to talk about somethin’. I really don’t want to tell you when you’re only wearin’ a towel. Makin’ things get a little hard here for me Song Bird,” I tell her, letting my eyes stray to my cock as her eyes follow my own.
“Oh,” she blushes while keeping her gaze locked on the front of my jeans.
“Why don’t you throw on some clothes and meet me in the livin’ room. I’ll get you some water,” I smirk at her, letting her see the desire filling my eyes as I look up and down her body a few times.
I’m not going to hide my attraction to the beautiful red head. She will be in my bed again. Over this last week, I’ve spent more time at the apartment. I find any excuse to touch her, watching as the goosebumps break out along her skin in the path my fingers trace. Or help her do things she normally takes on herself. There is no reason for me to do much of anything at the apartment because it’s mainly done by the time I get home from work. If she has the day off that is. When she’s at work, I head there instead of coming home. I think this plan of mine is backfiring on me because the more time I spend with her, the more time I want to spend with her.
It takes just a few minutes before Jasmine joins me in the living room. She sits nervously on the couch with me, taking a sip of the bottled water I hand over to her.
“What’s going on?” she asks again, repeating her question from the bathroom.
“We found out some information. Hawk has been lookin’ into your father. You know this. Anyway, he put a price on your head. It’s more if you’re brought to him alive, but he’ll take you either way. With him bein’ your closest livin’ relative since you’re not married and don’t have children of your own, he would get everythin’ with you dead and out of the way,” I tell her, watching her closely for her reaction.
Her body begins to shake as tears fall silently down her beautiful face. Other than that, there is no reaction. I give her space and a few minutes to see what she’s going to do. However, I need to know where her head is with this new information.
“Song Bird, what’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” I ask her, not sure what she’s going to say.
“A lot. I’d like to say I’m surprised, but I’m really not. My father is a devious man; I’ve known this for a long time. That’s why my mom was going to get us away from him before she fell ill. That’s the only good thing about her sickness; he stayed away because he didn’t want to deal with her being sick and everything it entailed. I’m scared as hell to know different people are going to be coming for me because of him. I know it’s not all to the story, but I trust you enough to tell me what I need to know,” she finally answers me, taking a deep breath in an attempt to stop crying.
“With this new development, we need to make some changes. I’m gonna have to talk to the guys about things, but you might have to stop workin’ so late at the diner. Especially when I’m out of town and can’t follow you back here. We also may need to rethink where you’re stayin’. I don’t want to take any chances. For now, I have to get to the clubhouse for church. I want you to come with me.”
“I don’t know Smokey. There’s nothing for me to do while you’re in your meeting,” she responds, I told her what church is for us a few weeks ago.
“Havin’ a party after church. The ol’ ladies should be there. You’re not gonna be alone while I’m in the meetin’. No one will bother you there. Put on one of your new outfits and come with me. Please?”
With a small smile at the pout I’m aiming in her direction, she finally nods her head and relents to coming with me. letting her know I have to take a quick shower; I leave her to finish getting ready before we head out. Tonight, she’ll be on the back of my bike for the first time. I’m going to do whatever I have to in order to make it happen. Along with a few other things tonight. I’ve already talked to the guys about things. And Phoebe since she’s close to her.
We’re getting ready to leave church. Other than business being gone over and normal, we’ve been discussing the situation with Jasmine. Her dad is still putting a price on her head and has in fact raised it slightly. I’m not sure how he knows how much money he’s going to have, but he does. If Jasmine dies, or he keeps her out of the picture long enough to make others believe she’s dead, he can claim the money from her without her doing a damn thing. In the meantime, she’ll be in the hands of whoever will pay the highest price for his own damn daughter.
Hawk can’t find out anything about the men, and women, after Jasmine. Anyone who has been in contact with her father, Ben, isn’t talking. They are going to hide and wait until they make their move on Jas. We aren’t going to have a head’s up or anything about who we’re looking for. That’s what makes this entire situation hard as hell. It makes our jobs harder because we can’t just figure out who these assholes are and get the jump on them. It’s one of the hardest situations I’ve ever been in because there’s no way to protect a woman who is coming to mean so much to all of us here.
Renegade slams the gavel on the table dismissing us. I’m among the first out the door. However, I don’t get too far before I stop dead in my tracks. The voice of an angel is filling the common room, singing Wrappedin Your Arms by Fireflight. Psycho runs straight into me. When he goes to say something, I shush him as he begins listening to Jasmine singing. Together, we all walk slowly and silently into the common room. Jas is sitting in the middle of the ol’ ladies who have one of their phones connected to the speakers. She’s singing her heart out; eyes closed and putting every single emotion she’s feeling from the song into her voice.
“Holy fuck!” Ink whispers his voice still carrying across the room as the ol’ ladies look in our direction.
Jasmine immediately stops singing, a blush covering her face, neck, and chest. She’s wearing a pair of jeans tonight that hug her body instead of being loose and baggy as normal. The black sweater fits her body like a second skin, outlining her full tits and landing just above her jeans. Every now and then when she moves, it shows just a hint of her silky-smooth skin. Walking over to her, I brush off Reese one of the babes. I don’t stop until I’m standing behind her chair. Phoebe changes the song as the couples begin filling the free space of the floor dancing to the sensual sounds coming through the speakers. Taking her hand, I lead Jasmine to the floor so we can dance.
Stepping up behind her, I pull Jasmine’s body into my own. I grind my hips against her letting her know just how hard I am. She begins to move along with the music, letting her body grind against mine. Together, we move as one, lost in our own world. When she wraps her arms around my neck, sliding her nails against my head, I’m done. There is no way in hell I’m going to not touch and taste her now.
Walking around to face her, I pick her up in my arms. Jasmine wraps her legs around my waist as I leave the common room to catcalls and clapping. Burying her head in my neck, I quicken my pace up to get to my room even faster. Unlocking the door, I walk in, kicking it shut and twisting the lock behind me. instead of going to the bed, I let Jasmine slide down my body until her feet hit the floor. I’m hard as fuck and ready to make her mine. At least when it comes to sex and letting her have my body. She’s the only one who can make me as hard as I am right now and the only one who can turn me on with a simple touch.
“Tell me you want me as much as I want you,” I beg her, not giving a fuck about it.
“I want you Smokey,” she moans out as I tilt her head so I can kiss her deep.
Pressing my lips against hers, I let a hand slide down her body, tweaking her nipple on my way. When she gasps out, I take full advantage sliding my tongue inside to tangle with hers. As we kiss, I begin to remove her clothes. The only time we break apart is when I pull her shirt over her head. There is no shyness on her part as Jasmine fumbles with undoing my belt to remove my pants. Before kissing her again, I take off my cut, leaning to the side to place it on the dresser since I can’t reach the door with her hands removing my boxers. Today, of all days, I chose to wear underwear. Removing my shirt, I pull my Song Bird’s body back into my own, kissing her as if it’s our last kiss ever.
I undo her jeans, letting gravity take them to the floor leaving her only in her bra and panties. Before I can move, I take off my boots and step out of my jeans. At the same time, she slides out of her flip flops. Walking backward, I lay her on the bed, I slowly slide her panties down her legs, watching as she trembles and shakes already. Jasmine runs her nails down my chest until she wraps her hand around my cock. Her smooth hands slowly and softly slide up and down my dick making me shake in response to her gentle touch. This woman is going to be my downfall if I let her.
Removing my socks, I reach behind her to remove her bra. She arches her back off the bed so I can get to the clasp. I keep my arm under her back, so her chest is closer to my face. Breaking the kiss, I pepper kisses down to her neck. Nipping, licking, and sucking, I continue moving until I can pull a hard nipple in my mouth. A moan escapes her as she continues to slide her hand up and down my cock. This is going to be over much too soon if she keeps this up.
“You gotta stop, Song Bird,” I tell her, my voice husky.
“I want to taste you,” she tells me, a blush covering her chest down to her nipples.
“I’m not sure if we can do that this time. I’m already on the edge, baby,” I tell her honestly.
“Please?”
I can’t deny her anything when she’s looking at me with desire filling her eyes making them shine even brighter than normal. Nodding my head, I get on the bed, lying flat on my back as she slides up against my side. Sticking her tongue out, she tastes the drop of liquid already sitting there. I don’t stop the groan escaping my mouth at just that small amount of contact. After a second’s hesitation, Jasmine opens her mouth wide and slides down on me as far as she can. When she gags, I lower my hips to pull from her mouth. I don’t enjoy a woman gagging on me in an attempt to give me what she thinks I want.
Jasmine begins to move her mouth up and down my length. Her inexperience is showing through. It honestly turns me on even more because she’s willing to do this without knowing what to do. Reaching down, I dig my fingers into her hair. I show her the pace I want as she bobs up and down. It doesn’t take long for her to catch onto things. Jasmine doesn’t need my help as I simply keep my fingers in her hair to keep her hair out of the way. I want to watch what she’s doing to me. It’s not long before I feel the tingle beginning in my spine letting me know I’m close. I’m not going to cum in her mouth on her first blowjob.
“You gotta stop Song Bird,” I tell her, my breath catching in my throat as I toss my head back in pleasure.
She pulls her mouth off me, looking up at me with confusion filling her eyes. Hurt flashes in her eyes. That’s not going to happen.
“You didn’t do anythin’ wrong, Jasmine. I was ready to cum and I’m not cummin’ down your throat. Everythin’ you did felt so fuckin’ good,” I tell her, pushing her down on her back so I can taste her.
Lowering my head to her already wet pussy, I swipe my tongue through her folds. She moans and digs her nails into my head once again. That shit drives me insane. I suck her clit into my mouth, sliding a finger in her wet channel. After a few minutes, I add a second finger inside her. Jasmine arches her back off the bed as I curl my fingers to hit her spot.
“Gabe,” she pants out, remembering to use my name when we’re in bed together.
Her body begins to tremble under me as I pick up my pace, I want to be buried inside her, but she needs to find her release first. Biting down gently on her clit, Jasmine explodes. She calls out my name as I remove my finger from her body and suck her clit one more time. Moving up her body, I press kisses along her skin until I reach her tits. Sucking a nipple into my mouth as she wraps her arms around me and spreads her legs further apart, I use one hand to guide myself to her opening. Going slow, I slide in her until I can’t move any further.
Jasmine wraps her legs around my hips and gives her body a minute to adjust to my size. When I feel her heels dig into my ass, I begin to move. Sliding in and out of her body, she moves her hips in time with me. We’re completely in sync as I release her nipple and look into her eyes. There is nothing but pleasure and desire shining back at me. leaning down, I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. I’m not sure if she’s going to be okay with this until she begins kissing me back. Her movements are filled with inexperience, but she’s not holding back from me. We kiss until the need for breath consumes us. Breaking apart, she moves her mouth down to my neck kissing and licking as she moves her mouth over my skin.
Her walls begin to clamp down on my cock as her body shakes. Moans and pants fill the room along with the slapping of our bodies against one another. Sweat coats our bodies as we continue to move against one another. I grind my pelvis on hers as I reach between our bodies to rub her clit. It’s not long before she’s arching her back more, throwing her head back, and screaming.
“Gabe!” she screams, her voice echoing off the walls.
I thrust inside her body a few more times before following her over the edge.
“Jasmine!” I yell out, my body stilling in hers as I pump my release inside her.
Lowering my body, I roll at the last second, so I don’t crush her. Our bodies are a tangled mess of limbs as we stroke one another. It takes minutes for our breathing to return to normal. When I can move, I slide from her pussy and get out of bed. Belatedly, I realize I once again didn’t use a condom. Looking down at Jasmine, she’s watching me with heavy lidded eyes. Until she looks at my cock. She realizes I didn’t use a condom now too.
“Smokey?”
“I know. I can’t believe I fuckin’ forgot it again. I’m sorry, Jas. It’s only been you. There hasn’t been anyone else since the night we were first together.”
“I’m still not on anything,” she states, tears filling her eyes.
I can easily read the thoughts flowing through her mind. The last time we were together, I avoided her for several days afterward. I didn’t like what I was feeling and being around her would have only made it worse. Now, I’m mad at myself for getting so lost in her body I forgot to put one on a second time. Walking in the bathroom, I close the door so I can take care of business before grabbing a wet washcloth to clean her up. Returning to the room, Jasmine is already dressed and about to leave my room. With a sad smile on her face, she turns her back to me and leaves, softly closing the door behind her. Cursing myself, I get dressed so I can go check on her and make sure she’s okay. I’m not going to avoid her this time around. Nothing will make me; including myself.
