Page 2 of Johny B

Only a handful of us had endured the long journey over to Nevada. Mammoth’s intention is to weigh up the situation first and report back to Cannon. But I’ll bet my right nut that as soon as he hears about what’s gone down here today, he’ll call a meet with the other chapters of the MC.

This could be the start of one hell of a war and could be problematic when it comes down to it, and the reason why I’d all but begged Prez, against his better judgement, to let me tag along with Mammoth, Masher, and Doc.

Mammoth bursts out of the door and comes to stand beside me. He swipes a hand down his face before addressing me.

“Fuck JB, have you got a death wish or what?”

“He calmed down any?” I ask, unable to hide the snigger that goes along with it.

“Only because I put my neck on the line, and told him that you’d stay well away from Velvet Reds.” He turns towards me so he gets my side view. “Don’t make me out to be a fucking liar, JB, or I’ll be the one holding you down while Smoke beats the living fuck out of you. You get me?”

I turn to face him full-on, my expression as serious as it gets. “You know I respect the hell out of you, don’t you, Mammoth?” He casts me a questioning glance. “And because of that, I won’t make you any promises I can’t guarantee I won’t break.”

“JB,” he hisses between his teeth. “Don’t push your fucking luck. The last thing we need is a shitstorm between chapters. With everything that’s going on, we need to stick together.”

“Exactly.” And with that, I take the few steps down from the building and decide to walk away before I get cornered into giving away more than I care to. At least for now, anyway.

Chapter

Two

Smoke

When I step outside, that fucker JB is nowhere to be seen, and it’s a good fucking job because I can’t guarantee that I will stick to the agreement I made with Mammoth if I see the cocky little fucker. Mammoth has been warned to keep a tight leash on JB and to make sure that he stays out of my fucking way.

Him being here, in Nevada, is a problem that I sure as fuck don’t need, especially while all the mayhem is going down with Dunne.

What the actual fuck!

I take long strides up the hill towards the cabin. Each step I take bringing me nearer to where I know Tenley is, and my need to close the door on all the crap that is currently invading my life. The weight on my shoulders is not visible but is real and a heavy load to bear.

I don’t knock before I push open the door and step inside. I do, however, take the time to kick my boots off before making my way further into the house.

“Everything okay?” Oriana asks as she looks over the back of the couch where she sits with Sasha, watching some animated program on the TV. I don’t respond, my focus firmly fixed on Tenley, standing at the other side of the kitchen counter, a bowl of popcorn balanced in her hand.

I step around the counter, take the bowl from her hand and fill it with mine, letting my fingers lace with hers. As I lead her past the couch, I hand the popcorn over to Oriana without breaking pace, continuing towards Tenley’s room.

“Smoke?” she questions but follows me willingly.

Once we enter her room, the door firmly closed behind us, I crowd her, wrapping her within my arms. When I drop my head to her shoulder, she tilts her head, giving me access. I nuzzle my face into her neck, my lips resting on her soft skin as I breathe in her intoxicating scent.

“Smoke, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything.” I admit easier than I should. “You smell so fucking good.” I inhale deeper, letting her goodness seep into my mind, dulling the crazy that is my life. I tighten my hold on her, not wanting to lose the escape she’s giving me. She winces. Quickly, I drop my arms, taking a step back.

“Fuck, your arm,” I gently run my fingers over her forearm. “How is it?”

“Its fine. The doctor says it’s not broken, just badly bruised. It will take a few days of rest, but it should be as good as new.” Hooking her good arm around my back, she steps forward until her tits are crushed against my chest. “So, don’t you be worrying about me. What’s got you so wound up?” she asks softly.

“It’s a long story, and not one that I want to go into right now.” I brush my lips against hers, intending to take it further, but she tilts her head back and fixes me with an intense look.

“You want to be with me?” she questions, her eyes searching mine for the truth. Only a few hours ago, in the very same room, I’d made clear my feelings for her and that I wanted her to be mine.

“You doubt me?” My brows knit together as I fire back my own question. “Didn’t I make that clear to you?”

“Then don’t keep things from me.” Her lips fall into a soft pout as, once again, she tries to read my expression. “No secrets Smoke, no lies. Whatever you tell me will go no further, I swear on my life. You need to trust me. If you’re serious about us, then you need to talk to me. I ain’t going to be no mushroom, kept in the dark and fed shit.”

“No secrets,” I promise. “In time, just not now, because at this moment, all I want to think about is you.” I put an end to any further discussion by covering her lips with mine, this time with a determination that she’s unable to ignore. She gives no resistance when I grab her ass and lift her from the ground. Her legs impulsively wrap around my waist, her hand falling to the back of my neck, fingers weaving into my hair as she deepens the kiss that has escalated into lashing tongues and clashing teeth. It’s like we can’t get close enough.

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