SLAM HER by Jaxson Kidman Page B

eyes. Her lips, now red and puffy from my kisses.
    I winked at her and then grabbed her hand so we could say goodbye to Auntie Ang.
    There was only one problem with that kiss.
    It wasn’t enough. It was like the first sip of whiskey after a long goddamn day. They only got better as you had more and before you knew it the bottle was empty. And that’s exactly what I was going to do to Belle. Keep sampling that sweetness until I got to her honeypot and then drain her. Fuck, my tongue was tingling in my mouth just thinking about getting between her legs and tasting the other set of her lips.
    Auntie Ang cried as we were leaving.
    “You two… I can feel it,” she said. “Such beauty.”
    Yeah, yeah, yeah…
    There were lots of hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Auntie Ang then cracked me across the face and put her pointer finger to my nose. She warned me not to fuck up what I had with Belle.
    I didn’t say a word to it. I just hugged her tight, shut my eyes, and lost myself for a few seconds in the smell of the pizza place. A mix of heat, dough, sauce, and grease. The smell of my childhood.
    I gave Belle my helmet and stood there for a few seconds.
    “For the record, babe, I do have feelings,” I said. “And right now I can’t stand the feeling of some asshole like this Kyle guy making you feel the way you do right now.”
    With that, I climbed on my ride and Belle climbed on behind me. Her small hands reached all the way around my body and she gripped my leather tight.
    The cruise back to the clubhouse was anything but calm in my mind and body. I was going to get my revenge on Belle’s father and I was going to help Belle, too. If I was going to make Belle mine then I needed all distractions and threats out of the picture. But I couldn’t get into trouble, right? Yeah fucking right.
    I hadn’t seen the twist in my day with Belle go the way it did. I had planned on pushing her hard and breaking her down a little but not with the emotional shit. And I couldn’t believe I just spilled all that to her about Auntie Ang’s place. I guess I had to give a little to get a lot. No big deal.
    Back at the clubhouse, Belle’s car was parked in the middle of the lot, ready to go. Nick even took the time to vacuum it out and wash it down. He was a good one, not MC material, but when I threatened his life, he always went the extra mile for me.
    I pulled up to the car and sat there. I killed the engine on my ride and felt Belle climb off. She handed me my helmet and it stunk of her shampoo. Her hair was blowing around in the soft breeze and she fought with it. Goddammit, the sight was driving me crazy.
    “Thank you,” she said. “For today and everything else.”
    “Sure thing,” I said. Belle started to turn and I grabbed her wrist. “Hey, babe, I wasn’t lying either.”
    “About?”
    “This Kyle thing. You call me if you need me. You’re not going to get the help you need from the law. I learned that a long time ago. I’m not going to be some fucking knight in white armor for you, but if you need to get out of a bad situation, I can make that happen.”
    I saw the way Belle swallowed hard. She was hooked already.
    She turned her hand and interlaced her fingers with mine. “Okay, Slam, I’ll tell you something before I leave.”
    “What?”
    “My mother was murdered when I was a young girl. Cold blooded murder to go against something my father had done. My mother loved the ocean and went to the coast anytime she could. I wasn’t trying to hurt myself. I was trying to get down to the water. Makes me feel close to her.”
    Belle took her hand from mine and got into her car. I was frozen fucking solid like a block of ice in Alaska. The goddamn woman left me speechless.
    As the car drove away I started to feel a little guilty. Guilty for what I was going to do to her. But what choice did I have then? I couldn’t just bail on her. And I couldn’t let Chief Richards get away with his bullshit anymore. Especially now