The Originals (Ghosttown Riders #10)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jack pulled into the parking lot of the clubhouse. Colleen had her arms firmly clutched around his stomach. Jack had considered bringing her to the clubhouse earlier but hadn’t made any definite plans. One call changed that. He’d heard from one of Sal’s associates some jarring news and needed to keep his brothers up to speed with what was happening. This was going in a direction that would take the choice out of their hands and change the fate of their club. Jack wouldn’t blindside them. It wouldn’t be a full house with a few members gone on runs, but he’d debrief those available.

There wasn’t assigned parking in the small lot, but the first and closest to the front door was always left open for him. He pulled into his spot and turned off the engine. Colleen grabbed his shoulders gingerly and got off the bike, shaking her head as her hair swung over her shoulder. She peered up at the clubhouse.

Jack hadn’t asked if she wanted to go. He’d told her. Colleen, as usual, went along, but he sensed her hesitation to go inside.

“He ain’t here,” Jack said, and Colleen spun around, wide-eyed.

“What?”

“Dunn’s on a run with Mack and Dove. Won’t be back for a few days.”

He saw the instant relief flash over her features. He placed his hand on her back, guiding her toward the door. One of the prospects on the porch glanced over and opened the door, dropping his chin in greeting to Colleen. Jack slapped his arm.

“Thanks, Gun.”

Jack took the lead when Colleen hung back. He made no move to touch her or grab her hand. Everyone would come to their own conclusions, seeing them arrive together. Jack wasn’t going to add to the speculation. He walked toward the bar, greeting the brothers gathered on the stools.

“Fucking finally!” Grain snapped. “I don’t know how the fuck she does it, but this one” —he pointed to the club whore behind the bar— “fucks up my Jack and Coke every single goddamn time. Coll knows how to make ’em the way I like ’em.”

Grain gestured for Colleen to get behind the bar. Colleen was passing Jack when he grabbed her wrist.

“She’s not working tonight.”

Grain furrowed his brows, and the statement caught the attention of a few brothers seated at the bar.

“You don’t like how she makes it?” Jack lifted his chin to the girl behind the bar. “Then make it yourself. Or maybe your old lady wants to make you a drink.”

Regina snorted. “Unless you’re paying me, I ain’t making anybody a fucking drink. I don’t work for this club.”

Jack restrained his amusement. He’d expected that answer. Not many people appreciated Regina’s abrasiveness or her attitude. But Jack respected a woman who refused to be pushed around.

“Jack,” Colleen whispered, and he glanced down. “I don’t mind.”

“I do,” Jack said and looked up at Grain. “Looks like you’re gonna have to make your own fucking drink, brother. Do that and get your ass in the back. Got a meeting.”

One by one all the brothers stopped what they were doing, including the brother getting his dick sucked in the corner. When the president spoke, everyone listened.

It only took about ten minutes for all the present members to gather in the room in the back.

“We got a problem,” Jack said.

And that’s putting it mildly.

“Got word that the president of Satan’s Hex reached out to Sal, offering their services.”

Mick snorted. “And what services would those be?”

“They want our position in the Underground.”

“Those motherfuckers!” Grain snapped and paced the room.

He may have been dramatic and short tempered, but everyone in the club should be angry. Satan’s Hex was vying for Ghosttown’s position while trying to play Jack and the club into thinking they’d be an ally. Well played, boys. Jack had been suspicious from the beginning, but their president had offered a good alternative to partnering up with the Underground. It was all a ruse.

Now, they were left with only two choices. Join the ranks of the Underground or don’t. The decision wouldn’t be made without all the brothers taking a vote, but Jack saw where this was going. If they didn’t join, they’d be flying solo while Sal built an army. And their first strike would most likely be aimed at Ghosttown.

Fuck!

****

Colleen watched Jack walk in the back followed by all the men. This was a strange and surreal position to be in. As a club whore, she knew exactly her role. But this? She wasn’t even sure what she was if not a club whore.

“You gonna sit the fuck down or just stand there all night?” Regina snorted, taking a sip of her vodka.

Colleen glanced around the room. There were a few girls hanging out near the dartboard and another on the couch. Aside from Lyssa tending to the drinks, only old ladies were at the bar. She was completely at odds with what to do. She certainly didn’t fit in with the women at the bar. But for some reason, she didn’t feel the draw to the club whores.

The leg of the stool screeched, and she saw Regina raise her brows and jerk her chin to the seat beside her. It seemed the decision was taken out of her hands. Her smile was shaky as she walked over and sat. Meg and Maureen were on the opposite side of the bar. Both women smiled. Of all the old ladies, they’d always been the kindest, especially to Colleen.

“What are you drinking?” Regina asked.

Colleen looked over at Lyssa, who gave her a harsh glare. It was ironic. Colleen had never refused or given attitude to any of the girls when they’d ordered a drink. Lyssa was acting as though serving Colleen was beneath her.

Colleen pressed her hands to the bar and started to stand, but Regina grabbed her arm and aggressively forced her to sit. God Gee, that’s gonna leave a bruise.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“I can make my own drink.”

It would keep the peace, and Colleen didn’t mind. It was rare anyone waited on her.

Regina’s brows dipped tightly into a scowl.

“You heard what Jack said. You’re not working, which means the bitch behind the bar has to make you a drink. And how fucking ironic is it that it’s the girl who was fucking your man last week.” Regina laughed, shaking her head. “I love when karma strikes, and I’m here to see it all.”

Colleen felt the heat rise to her cheeks. It was secondhand embarrassment for Lyssa. Colleen peeked over, noticing Lyssa raise her chin and jut out her chest. She had her armor up, but a comment like that would have to sting. Colleen knew from experience. It was best to order a drink and be done with it. Had she not, she was sure Regina would be relentless.

“I’ll have a beer, please.”

Lyssa glanced over, and for a brief second Colleen thought she might refuse. It would’ve been a bad move on her end. At this point, it wasn’t about Colleen. Regina was showing her own power, and it was best for Lyssa to just bow down. There was no winning with Regina.

Colleen stared back, and finally Lyssa walked over to the keg, drew her a glass, and walked it back, placing it in front of Colleen.

“Thank you.”

Lyssa nodded and muttered, “You’re welcome.”

Colleen lifted her beer, taking a sip.

“So, where you been?”

Colleen wasn’t prepared to answer any questions. She’d assumed when she came in she’d be bartending and continuing the role she’d always had at the MC. Club whore. Colleen slid her fingers over the glass, making a swirl over the condensation. It was always best to give as little information as possible.

“Staying with a friend.”

“Yeah?” Regina’s voice hitched, and her tone was taunting.

Colleen smiled and nodded, then glanced over at Meg, who smirked and looked down at her drink. There was no doubt Mick had told his wife he’d seen her at Jack’s house. But she wouldn’t say anything.

“Your friend live in Ghosttown?”

Colleen bit her lip and shook her head. She grabbed her glass and took a large gulp of her beer.

Regina laughed, took a drag of her cigarette, and eyed Colleen. Relentless. She’d continue to interrogate her until she got answers. Thankfully, they were interrupted when the men came out from the back hall. One by one the guys filed out, and she watched the line expecting to see Jack. She had no idea what his strategy would be. Colleen had every intention of following his lead, but she needed to give him the heads up that Regina was suspicious.

When Mick walked out, he rounded her stool and lowered his voice.

“Jack wants you in the back.”

She got down from her stool, leaving her drink behind. There were so many people crowded around the bar, her sneaking into the back would surely go unnoticed. When she reached the hallway, she glanced over her shoulder. As predicted, no one was paying attention to her. Well, almost no one.

Regina smirked and cocked her brow. Colleen ducked her head and slipped past the doorway and down the hall. Jack was standing at the end in the doorway to the room where they held all their meetings. Colleen had never been inside. It was meant only for the brothers.

As she got closer, Jack smiled.

“Mick said you wanted to see me.”

Jack reached out to grab her waist, but Colleen held up her hands. His brows dipped into a scowl, and he straightened, obviously misunderstanding her resistance.

“I didn’t tell anyone I was staying with you, but” —she cleared her throat and hooked her thumb over her shoulder— “Regina was asking a lot of questions, and I think she might suspect I’m staying with you. And um, Meg didn’t say anything, but I think Mick may have told her he saw me at your house.”

Jack stared a few more seconds then broke into a smile, and he cupped his mouth.

“You worried someone is gonna find out?”

“I don’t want to make trouble for you, Jack.”

He reached out, sliding his hand over her jaw. “Who’s gonna give me shit?”

She shrugged. “I just don’t want to be the cause of trouble in the club. And I don’t want to make things harder for you.”

“Nobody’s gonna say anything to me. This is my club, remember?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“But I appreciate you looking out for me, Coll. And you not wanting to make things harder , but” —the corner of his mouth spiked— “I got something real hard. Think you can help me out with it?”

She smiled and slowly nodded. Colleen wasn’t sure exactly what Jack had in mind, but she knew what she wanted to do. She slowly dropped to her knees, and Jack’s hand raked through her hair as she unbuckled his belt. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. She unsnapped his jeans, slid down the zipper, and gripped his jeans. With one hard tug, they dropped down to his knees.

Colleen sucked in a breath. It went without saying she knew Jack was well-endowed from being with him. This man didn’t disappoint in any aspect. She fisted his cock and slipped her lips over him slowly. Jack’s nails dug into her scalp, and she heard a deep grunt as he shifted deeper into her mouth.

For Colleen, blowjobs were par for the course when having sex. She didn’t love it or hate it. She was neutral. It had always been a means to the end result. With Jack it was different. She wanted to please him, make him feel good, and be the best he’d ever had. She slid her tongue over his shaft, and he groaned.

“Fuck,” he groaned, tightening his fist in her hair. The small bite to her scalp only intensified her desire. She slid her hands over the back of his muscular thighs, digging her nails into his skin. His deep grunt had her battening down her smile. She was quickly learning all of Jack’s weaknesses.

She curled her tongue over the head of his cock and slowly drew him down her throat. She evened her breathing, taking him as far as she could without gagging. It was a feat. Jack was bigger than most men she’d been with.

She glanced up, and Jack’s head was back, the cords of his neck on full display. She picked up her tempo, taking him down her throat. His panting grew louder as he cupped the back of her head. He’d taken over control, fucking her mouth.

Colleen had a good sense with men, and she knew Jack was close to coming. He gripped her hair tightly and tugged her head, but she fought against his hold, taking him down her throat again. And again. And again.

While she appreciated the warning, she wanted all of Jack. And he gave it.