Page 74 of Jacked and Jaded

Maverick spoke up from over by the grill. “Anybody got any ideas?”

Race scratched his chin, thinking. “I agree with Jackson. We can’t do that to Calliope just yet. She’s been through a lot. I say we have the prospects take turns tailing the women. We’ll have someone on Calliope whenever you can’t be with her and we’ll put someone on Bellamy through the day. Whenever I’m home, I can keep an eye out for her. Maybe we could rig both houses with some kind of security surveillance system to make guarding them easier.”

“What about the two pretty boys walking around town, flashing their pictures everywhere?” Tuck asked.

“That is a whole other problem. How are we supposed to keep them safe, letting them go around like everything is normal, and those guys are out there? They could accidentally run into those fuckers,” Trick put out there.

“Shit.” Jackson finished his beer and motioned for Race to toss him another one. He caught it when it was tossed. He held it away from his body, over the grass and popped the top, minimal froth spewing out. He shook the foam off his hand and took a drink.

“Or, we could tell them the truth.” His dad turned to face the table full of brothers. “We tell them that although Clint is gone, he might have people who miss him and might come looking for him. They know Calliope was his girlfriend so she’s a logical lead. Bellamy’s her friend, Calliope may have confided in her. If we do that, they won’t feel ambushed if these fuckers catch up with them. And we’ll tell them we’re keeping protection on them for a while until it feels like it’s all blown over.”

Race thought on it for a moment. “Yeah. That makes sense. We’ll do it that way. Jackson, you get to break the news to your woman and her friend.”

“You don’t want to tell Bellamy?” Jackson did not want to have to tell both women. It was going to be bad enough telling Calliope. “Wouldn’t it be better coming from you since you’ll be keeping an eye on her from next door?”

“Probably, but I’m the president and I say you get to tell them both.” Race smirked, knowing that would be the end of it. Jackson tipped his head in acknowledgment and that was the end of that. He was trying to decide when to tell them. He could tell them tonight, pull them aside and fill them in, or he could tell Calliope tonight after they fucked and tell Bellamy tomorrow. The latter was sounding like the better option.

“Oh, hey, I almost forgot. Darren texted earlier and Chris is coming home tomorrow.” Trick surprised them all.

“You’re just now telling us?” Race asked.

Trick shrugged. “I got sidetracked when we started talking about those prissy fucks looking for our women.”

“Ourwomen?” Tuck asked. He reached for a bag of chips at the end of the table and opened them up. He grabbed a handful and started eating them. Maverick frowned and gave him the evil eye. “What? I’m starving. And yes,ourwomen. Calliope is Jackson’s woman and he’s a Sons of Redemption. Bellamy is Calliope’s best friend and she’s not going anywhere soon. By default, she’s under out protection.” He held his hands out in front of him palms up, likeisn’t it obvious?

“Okay. We’ll give you that one,” Maverick chuckled.

“Next weekend, we’ll have a welcome home party for him at the clubhouse,” Race declared and Jackson liked the idea of that. Chris was an okay kid. He had all the qualities of being a great brother, he just needed to put in the time. He was young and could have an immature moment here or there, but hell, they all had at his age. The way he took care of Calliope when Jackson wasn’t around proved his loyalty to the club in his eyes. When it came to the vote, Chris would have his.

The women came out shortly after all that was cleared up, carrying sides, plates, forks, cups and pitchers of tea. The brothers all chipped in and took these from the women as they approached the table. Maverick brought over a pan of bar-b-que hamburgers and hotdogs to add to the middle of the table. Everyone found a spot at the table or fixed themselves a plate and found a lawn chair nearby in the shade.

Maverick and Jane were sitting across the table from Calliope and Jackson. Maverick glanced at Calliope’s hand sporting her new engagement ring. “Nice rock you got on your finger, girl.”

Jackson watched his woman blush and smile as she held it out for his dad to get a better look at it. “Thanks. I really like it.” Once his dad commented on it, all the brothers had to take a look, too.

“Damn, I think I’m paying you too much, Jackson,” Race joked from across the table. He winked at Calliope. “Congratulations, darlin’. You picked a mighty fine man, but don’t tell him I said so.” Jackson wadded up a napkin and tossed it at his president.

“Naw. I’m just really good with money,” he bragged. He’d always been good with money thanks to his mom. The first summer he was old enough to mow lawns, he’d saved every dime he made. At the end of summer he wanted his mom to take him to the store so he could buy himself a really expensive pair of shoes. When they got there, she showed him that, yes, he could have those ridiculously priced shoes, or he could get a cheaper, but equally cool pair of shoes and still have money left over for two video games or two Harley t-shirts. He’d opted for the cheaper, but equally cool shoes, one video game and one Harley t-shirt. And he’d still had a little money left over.

The ladies got up and started gathering things to carry back inside. Jackson followed behind Calliope with a cake pan. He set the pan in the sink and watched Calliope head in the direction of the bathroom. Just as the door was about to close fully, he stopped it with his hand and slipped inside with her. He pinned her up against the sink, trapping her with his body. “Two hours are up now. Can we go?”

“I just need to help with,” her voice cut off with a gasp as one hand palmed her tit, making sure to stroke the nipple with his thumb. The other hand bunched the hem of her dress and slowly slid it up her leg, to her waist. With the material trapped between his stomach and her back, his hand was free to slide down her flat stomach and cup her sex. He rubbed his heel against her clit and watched her eyes glaze over in the mirror.

“No. You’re done. We’re going home. I have plans for you,” his whispered in her ear, giving her goose bumps.

“But what do I tell them?” Teasing her like this, she wouldn’t be able to think clearly, so he helped her out.

“Tell them something came up.” He pushed his hard cock into her back to make his point. He slipped a finger under her thong and into her pussy. He pumped it a few times, watching as her hips pushed back into his finger. Got her.

“Okay. Okay. Let me use the bathroom and I’ll come up with something.” She shook her head and pulled away from him. “You know I can’t think clearly when you do things like that.” She said it like an accusation. He was guilty and he didn’t care. He wanted to leave. Now.

They were pullingeach other’s clothes off as soon as the garage door closed behind them. They bounced off the walls in the hallway as they both reached for their shoes and removed them. He’d lost his cut in the kitchen along with her panties. He’d ripped those right off. “Dress.”

Calliope reached for the hem of the dress and started pulling it over her head. She had it over her head, ready to toss it to the floor, but lost her train of thought when Jackson put his mouth on her pussy. He breathed her scent in deeply, loving the way it fucked with his head. “Mmmm. Fuck.” Using his tongue, he swiped at her pussy a few times, then took one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. After that, it was only a matter of moments before he had her coming all over his face. He quickly took to his feet, picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom. He set her down next to the bed and ordered her to finish undressing and climb up on the bed.

He took the time to strip the rest of his clothes off as well, then moved to the nightstand and pulled a bottle of lube out of the drawer. He’d been thinking about this the whole time he was at Bellamy’s. It been harder than hell to keep his dick from getting hard. He hadn’t felt that challenged in a very long time, like, maybe high school.

Jackson was trying to remind himself to calm down. He couldn’t rush this or he’d hurt her and she’d be turned off from ever doing this again. He crawled up the bed and dropped down so that he was cradled between her spread legs. Fuck, he loved touching her, playing with her, fucking her. He would never be able to get enough. He took one hard nipple in his mouth, sucking with enough force to make her squirm. He flicked the tip with his tongue, then moved to the other one and repeated his attention.

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