Copyright © 2014 Michelle Woods
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Tiny watched the feminine butt wiggle back and forth with every turn of the wrench. His dick throbbed, pressing against his fly and likely leaving a zipper impression in the damned thing. Shaking his head at his inability to focus on anything except her, he shifted slightly. He had been sitting in the corner of the shop on a crate watching Racheal work on an engine rebuild for over an hour.
Damn, the woman was sexy. Even after three months, he was still preoccupied with her. He remembered the day he’d first met her. Racheal had arrived at the shop after escaping the city with the help of Carl, a guard in the city. She’d been covered in bruises having been beaten half to death by her husband, but Tiny’s dick had still stood to attention the moment he saw her. It was her lips and that sexy as fuck ass that was still torturing him as his gaze devoured it. He was beginning to think he was obsessed.
Of course, remembering those bruises covering her silky skin made him want to commit murder. If he could have dug up the bastard who’d hurt her and killed him again, he would have tortured him for hours before he finally put him out of his misery.
Tiny’s fists clenched and his jaw tightened.
Racheal moved around the truck slightly to get a better angle with the ratchet she was using and this time, Tiny did groan. She had her butt facing him as she worked on the engine. Suddenly, he couldn’t think about anything except walking up behind her, grabbing those hips, and ripping off those coveralls to take her from behind in a hard pounding rhythm.
Fuck, he needed to get laid. Only problem was she was the only woman he wanted.
Racheal had a fine ass that made him lose his head, not that the rest of her wasn’t fine too. Tiny was just an ass man. Most men loved tits, but not Tiny. Nope, show him a fine ass and his boner was like a steel rod in seconds. That was why he found himself across the room staring at her ass doing a little jig, aching with desire. His cock felt like it was going to burst from his pants at any moment.
Trick entered the bay walking over to where Tiny was sitting. He leaned back against the wall beside Tiny, propping his foot behind him and giving Tiny a wicked grin.
“You know that most women find a man staring at them for hours creepy, right?” Trick asked in a low voice as he chuckled at his own joke. Tiny ignored him and continued his perusal of Racheal as she worked.
“Yep,” Tiny said, earning a raised brow and a look from Trick.
Really? Had he expected Tiny to reply to that ridiculous comment that was meant to annoy him? Tiny knew that it annoyed his friend even if he didn’t rise to the bait, and that worked for him. Most of the time he didn’t let the man bother him, which in turn fucked with Trick’s head, and that gave Tiny all the revenge he needed.
“So maybe you shouldn’t keep staring at the woman; it might be creeping her out. How do you figure you’re gonna manage to get into her pants if she’s freaked out about you watching her all the time?” Trick asked, looking at him questioningly.
“Nope,” Tiny replied, hiding his grin when he heard Trick grit his teeth. It always pissed off his brothers when he didn’t answer them the way they expected. He loved messing with family. And they never disappointed, he thought, snorting. Trick looked at him for a long moment then turned away, watching Slim walk toward them from across the bay. Slim stopped beside them and smirked at Trick’s sour expression.
“Let me guess? It’s a one-word day, huh?” he asked before letting out a snort of laughter.
“Yep,” Tiny grunted, grinning briefly at Slim before turning back to gaze at Racheal. Slim’s smirk became a deep belly laugh.
“Shut up, fuckers,” Trick said, glaring at Slim, who bent forward laughing so hard he was turning red. Tiny watched him for a moment before turning back to see Racheal was leaning over, her abundant breasts revealed by the way her coveralls were unbuttoned, making him growl. He stared at the heavy globes, his mouth watering as he imagined sucking on their beaded tips.
Fuck, his cock was going to end up permanently damaged from his zipper if he didn’t get his thoughts off Racheal soon. Tiny watched the way they swayed as she worked, his hands tightening on his knees, his fingers digging into his jeans. Really, that woman was just sex on a stick and he wanted a bite.
“You know he only does the one word thing to piss you off, Trick. After ten years you should have figured that out by now,” Slim panted out when he’d finally stopped laughing. “Damn, how stupid can you be?” he added, earning a dark glare from Trick that only made him grin harder.
Trick glowered at him before he exclaimed, “Fuckers,” and stomped back into the office with Slim’s laughter following behind him.
“Dang, he’s moody, huh?” Slim asked as he leaned against the wall taking the position that Trick had just vacated, his smile genuine as he glanced at Tiny, his shoulders shaking as he let out another chuckle.
“Yeah, I don’t think he likes it when we make fun of him. Wonder why?” Tiny asked, his grin sly because he knew exactly why and he loved it. Leaning forward a little, he shifted around trying to take the pressure off his aching cock. He heard the crate beneath him creak a bit and hoped it wouldn’t break because that was all he needed—a sore ass to go with his sore cock.
“Yeah, the idiot doesn’t get that you do it just to piss him off. What do you think of these new rumors we’ve been hearing about the Jackals?” Slim asked, shifting slightly on the wall and looking at Tiny. He tore his eyes off Racheal’s breasts before meeting Slim’s eyes with his own.
“Not sure; they’ve been quiet since the kidnappings. It’s strange—they’ve been attacking us for more than ten years, and suddenly we don’t hear from them for almost ten months. It’s making us all nervous.” Tiny’s grim expression was mirrored on Slim’s face.
“Yeah, I know. Bone’s been a little edgy. Tank too. I think we need to start checking up on the rumors we’re hearing. I’m going to talk about it in church today.” Slim ran a hand through his hair with a dark frown.
“Huh, I was just thinking the same thing earlier.” Tiny watched Racheal walk toward the backroom, pausing at the doorway with a glance over her shoulder at him before she moved inside. Dang, he wished he could follow her in the backroom and just screw her against the bench table back there.
“Really, is that what you were thinking about?” Slim asked with a laugh as he stood up and looked toward the back room where Racheal had disappeared. “Seems to me that wouldn’t give you a hard-on, but I’m guessing that Racheal’s tits might.”
“Shut it, asshole,” Tiny growled. Getting up, he ignored Slim’s laughter, moving toward the back room following Racheal. He needed to ask her if she wanted anything to eat from Tammy’s Diner anyway.
“Yep, when are you patching that woman?” Slim asked with a chuckle, most likely expecting the same denials he’d gotten from Bone, but he’d be disappointed.
“When she’s ready,” Tiny replied, glancing over his shoulder at Slim. His response earned him a surprised look from Slim. Tiny knew that he was obsessed with the woman, and he had been for three very long, very hard months. He wasn’t going to deny that he wanted her for more than just a simple screw.
He wasn’t messed up cause his daddy had cheated on his mother like Bone. Nope, he had his own demons. His father had beaten his mama to death and then killed himself when Tiny was fourteen. It was lucky he hadn’t been home, because his father may have beaten him to death too. But that was the past. He was focusing on his future, and that woman was his future, she just hadn’t realized it yet. Besides, his father’s madness had led him to Devils Peak where he’d met Bone and Tank when he was twenty-two. They’d only been prospects then, out on a run for the club. He’d struck up an instant friendship with the two younger men, and he’d joined the club a year later.
He’d been with the club for nine good years. He liked having a real family and a stable life. He understood the pain Racheal carried in a way no one else ever would, and he could wait until she was ready. Even if his cock thought it was going to die before she allowed him inside her.
Tiny had been gawking again. Racheal Trenton frowned at her reflection in the tiny bathroom mirror in the back of the shop, feeling more than a bit upset that she wasn’t the person she’d been a year and a half ago. Her hands gripped the sides of the sink, and she felt her head throb. She was mad at herself for allowing Eugene, her abusive husband, power over her emotions. Even three months after he’d forced her to kill him that horrid night, she was still in his grip. Her hands tightened and she wished she could throw something.
A year ago, pre-Eugene, she would have been teasing a hunk like Tiny to death before finally putting him out of his misery by sleeping with him. She looked at the haunted, broken woman gazing back at her from the mirror with dismay.
How have I become this woman?
She felt her pulse thrumming through her, throbbing with fury. As her hand lifted to run over her face in exasperation, her frustration increased. She didn’t want to be a blubbering mess anymore, damn it. The face looking back at her was a woman who wanted to just hide away from the world.
Racheal turned slightly, frustrated to no end that crying was a regular occurrence for her; one minute she was fine, and the next she was sobbing her heart out. It was a miracle when she made it through a single day without crying at least once. Sighing, she brushed her hair off her forehead noting the scar with a grim expression.
She was better than she’d been when she’d first arrived in Devils Falls, she supposed, but she was still a broken bird waiting to fly again. Her heart twisted when she thought of her mother—Pearl would have been disappointed in her. Her mother had always stood strong no matter what happened, unlike her. She’d crumbled beneath the crushing load of misery that Eugene had dealt her.
Racheal glared at her reflection, anger boiling in her stomach. She didn’t want to be that pathetic creature, and she missed her mother, desperately. Pearl had always been the glue that kept Racheal together. Without her, Racheal felt like she’d been set adrift without a tether. Maybe that was why she’d latched onto Tiny; he made her feel safe.
Racheal felt tears that she refused to cry threatening.
She needed to get a grip. She splashed water on her face trying to compose herself. It wasn’t that Racheal didn’t like it in Devils Falls—far from it. She loved being here with her best friend, Molly, and Tiny’s constant presence soothed her somehow. She snorted as that thought broke through her hazy minefield of self-pity.
She wasn’t sure why, but ever since that first day when she’d met him, she was calmer as long as he was hovering somewhere nearby. Her mind didn’t burst into panicked jolts at the slightest sound, and she wasn’t afraid of her own shadow.
He would linger nearby, his hazel eyes watching her every move and those thick arms of his crossed. His muscled five-foot-nine frame coiled with deadly energy that she somehow knew would never be used against her. It made her want to run her hands all over him but she didn’t because she wasn’t ready for another man when the last one still left a cold pit of fear curled inside her. Tiny’s sexy black locks—hell, everything about the man—made her burn with desire. She still couldn’t believe that he’d let his hair grow out after she’d said Bone had sexy hair. If only she wasn’t still broken then she might be able to accept the fantastic sex his dark eyes and thickly-muscled body promised.
Shaking away the thoughts swirling around in her head, she opened the door to the bathroom. She walked into the hall looking down, not really paying attention, lost in her own head, when the man looming outside the door of the bathroom moved. She jumped back, screeching in surprise, her heart jumping in her throat because she wasn’t able to make out the figure in the darkened back room, and she almost fell. Hard male hands reached out and clamped on her hips, steadying her. A gruff voice barked at her when she flinched away from him.
“It’s just me, darlin’.” Tiny moved forward, his face entering the light from the one bulb in the hallway.
“Oh, you frightened me again,” Racheal told him and watched him with relief, her heart still pounding with fear.
Damn Eugene—she really hated that man's influence over her.
It was his fault she was so damned timid that even here a man looming in the dark frightened her. It made her fists curl, her nails dig into her palms, and her lips tighten into a hard line as she looked at Tiny.
“You want something from Tammy’s?” he asked, not commenting on the fact that she’d reacted like a frightened rabbit again. That was one thing she could count on with him—he never commented on her reaction to situations like this one even though it wasn’t the first time she’d freaked out on him.
“Yeah, a turkey sandwich wi—”
“Mayo, tomatoes, and hot sauce,” Tiny rumbled out before she could finish speaking, causing her to smile. Tiny always remembered how she wanted her lunch prepared. It was kind of sweet, and it made her feel warm and safe but like a horrid bitch, and all that at the same time.
“Thanks, Tiny,” Racheal said, smiling slightly. She felt her heart pumping hard and she didn’t want him to leave. She rushed to ask before he could move away, “Are Bone and Molly coming back today from the run to Titus?”
“Yeah, they should be back before church.” He was watching her with a solemn expression. “Babe, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just missing Molly.” Racheal looked down, unwilling to tell him that she was tired of being afraid of her own shadow, that she almost hated herself for it. He didn’t need all that thrust upon him. He had enough to worry about without adding her problems to the mix. Racheal lifted her chin trying to look as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Hmm––” he said, still looking at her in that piercing way of his.
He watched her for several seconds before he lightly squeezed her waist, making her realize that he still held her hips in his light grip. It surprised her that she hadn’t noticed. She’d been excruciatingly aware of every touch by another person since Eugene—that rat bastard had wrecked her. It shocked her a bit that she was allowing his touch and it hadn’t even occurred to her.
“It’s going to be all right, Racheal.” He squeezed her again, then lifted his hand to brush a loose strand of her hair away from her face. “It won’t be this way forever.”
She was taken aback by the way he always seemed to read her without even trying. Looking up at him with tears in her eyes, she wanted to kiss him. Only she wasn’t ready for the fire she knew it would spark in them both. She settled for reaching out and wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling him into her for a tight hug. Pressing her face into his chest, she almost groaned with the relief it afforded her.
How was it that Tiny always soothed her?
Tiny held Racheal, his face buried in her apple-scented ponytail. His heart ached for the wounded expression on his woman’s face when she’d stepped out of that bathroom. He held her, rubbing her back.
He was livid with himself that he’d startled her again. He needed to stop doing that; he was always causing her to feel even more misery than she already did, and he hated it. He just wanted to take care of her, not freak her out.
Racheal pulled slowly away from Tiny, quietly whispering, “Thanks, Tiny,” before heading back into the shop with him trailing behind her silently. Racheal saw that Slim was working on the truck she’d been fixing. She walked over to stand next to him.
“Hey, that was my damned job,” she exclaimed, watching him pulling out the radiator.
“Well, you felt the need for a break so I took over. Snooze you lose, doll,” Slim said, laughing as he set the radiator down with a clang. It had been slow the last few weeks at the shop, and it was causing them all to be a bit stir crazy. When she’d first gotten to Devils Falls, they had been short one mechanic for almost ten months and the repair backlog had kept them all busy. With all the work caught up, they were all clinging to every job.
“Slim,” Tiny grunted, glowering at Slim from behind her.
Uh-oh, she thought with glee.
Tiny was up in arms for her again. Smirking, she waited for Tiny to get Slim to walk away. She almost snickered at the sour look on Slim’s face as Tiny stood with his arms crossed and a dark glower on his face.
“Her. Job,” he gritted out.
“Damn it, can’t you stop acting like a damned pansy for one damned day!” Slim exclaimed, glowering right back at Tiny. The two men had a five-minute stare down until Tiny finally spoke.
“No, I can’t. I’m going to Tammy’s, and you’re comin’ too. I need help carrying shit,” Tiny commanded, causing Racheal to snort out a laugh.
“Man, it’s just not fair. I wanted to fix something this week,” Slim whined, a large grin splitting his face. Yep, she really did love it here.
Tiny just watched him with his hang-dog expression till Slim threw his hands up, grumbling under his breath as he followed Tiny out the door. Slim turned to look at her once before they reached it, winking, and she knew there were no hard feelings despite Tiny’s orders, making her smile.
Racheal really did like Tiny. He was always ready to take on her cause, even if she had stolen the job when Slim went to the bathroom two hours ago. She wasn’t ashamed; she’d wanted to do the complete rebuild on the motor. She needed the distraction from her own ridiculous thoughts.
Racheal walked over to the engine and got to work, her lips twisting into a happy grin as she leaned over it.
Tiny moved up the stairs of the club heading into church beside Slim three hours later, his mind still on Racheal and their encounter in the hall. He still wasn’t too happy with himself for frightening her again. He wanted to help her get over the trauma she’d experienced, not make it worse. He let out a little sigh as they entered, seeing Pretty Boy and Log standing just inside the door handing their guns to a prospect at the table set up near the door. They had recently gotten their bottom rockers making them full members instead of prospects. Tiny watched as they threw their cell phone into a bin on the end of the table.
He moved forward following Slim. He nodding to Pretty Boy and Log as they passed. Pretty Boy nodded back and he and Log entered the room to the left of the table where they held church. Tiny grabbed his gun from his holster handing it to the man at the table when he held out his hand. Tiny watched as he laid the gun into a box full of firearms noting one was a mini oozy and wondered what the hell Tank had been doing before he came today. He knew that had to be his gun no one else would carry one of those things in here. Shaking his head, a small grin split his face at the thought.
Slim followed his gaze as he handed his own gun over letting out a little snort before meeting Tiny’s eyes. They both threw their cell phones into the bin, Slim now rolling his eyes over Tank and his gun fetish before entering the door after Pretty Boy and Log. Inside the room was a large conference table where twelve men were already sitting and Tiny realized they were a little late.
He took his usual seat beside Tank leaning over to whisper, “An oozy? Really, man?”
Tank looked up from where he’d been watching the pen Bone spun on the table and shrugged. Looking bored, he watched the spinning blur of the pen as it twirled making an annoying clicking sound that got on his nerves. Slim slid into his own seat beside him making him glance at Slim who leaned forward looking at Bone. He wore a grim expression even as he played with the pen.
“How was the run to Titus?” Slim asked after a moment.
Bone stopped the spinning pen, and Tiny almost sighed in relief because it had been grating and he had wanted to snatch the damned thing away from Bone just to make it stop. Bone looked at Slim, and he shook his head slightly indicating he was waiting to talk about it. If Bone was waiting on the rest of the club before he talked about what was going on, it wasn’t good news, which made Tiny even more nervous than he’d been already. Slim sat back, a grim expression covering his face because he could read between the lines of that gesture, too.
“We’re still waiting on Dog and Duck,” Tank complained, watching Trick enter the room and sit down next to Slim. Tiny leaned back wondering what was taking Dog so long because he was usually the first one to arrive. Pretty Boy and Log stood with a few other new members at the back of the room. Dog entered and took his seat on the other side of Bone a few moments later, his face tight, making Tiny wonder what was going on. Bone began to spin the pen on the table again while they waited for Duck. The click-click-clicking sound it made as it spun had Tiny wanting to grab it and snap the damned thing in half.
Ten minutes later, Duck entered, looking sheepish. “Sorry, I was talking with my niece and didn’t realize the time.”
Tiny smiled. Duck had recently discovered he was related to Bone’s old lady and he’d teased Bone shamelessly ever since. He never referred to Molly by her name and instead called her his niece at every opportunity, and it always grated on Bone’s nerves.
“Let’s get started,” Bone grumbled, still looking grim. Duck took his seat behind him in a chair against the wall which made Tiny worry even more about what they’d learned because Bone’s lack of reaction to Duck’s late arrival and his blatant teasing was unusual. Normally, Bone would have teased the older man for not being on time for at least twenty minutes. The fact that he wasn’t messing with him meant something was seriously wrong. Tiny stared at Bone as he glanced around the table before he began speaking, his face set in a grim expression.
“Yesterday, I left Molly at the Dixon farm, and I went to check in with contacts in the Raiders MC about the Jackals’ activities in their area. When I got there, I was surprised to find out from one of their prospects that they were preparing for a turf war. I talked to Ransom, their club president, and he said that the Jackals’ are recruiting heavily in their territory.” Bone looked around the table before continuing.
“The last time they recruited, every prospect trying to make it into their club was after us. That was eight years ago. If you’ll remember, we had bombings, two young girls involved with the club were raped and left for dead near the falls, and they burned half the Dixon farm down. They branded those girls like cows with a branding iron before they brutalized them. None of us want any of that to happen again.” Bone snarled, his hand jerkily rising to run through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes bounced around the room. His agitation was clear.
Tiny sat back in his chair, dismay spearing through him. Typically, Bone wasn’t worried about anything. He tended to roll with the punches—it was what made him a good club President. The fact that he was agitated by the news spoke to how serious it was. Not that Tiny needed his restlessness to tell him the Jackals’ recruiting was a serious problem. He was around when the first recruiting had taken place, and it had been brutal.
“That’s just fucking great,” Tank exploded, slamming his hands down on the table. His brown eyes burned with rage. Tiny grimaced; Tank’s two older brothers had been killed in one of the three bombings that year. Tiny wished he could tell Tank shit like that wasn’t going to happen again, but he couldn’t—the Jackals where too unpredictable. Tiny knew that losing someone was never easy, but Tank had lost his brothers to a bomb. Not even having a body to bury was so much worse.
“Fuck,” Slim exclaimed.
“Damn it,” Dog and Pretty Boy said at the same time.
“Why are we only hearing this now, Bone? Ransom is usually the first to call us to let us know what’s up,” Duck calmly inquired from behind Bone. Tiny turned, staring at Duck who sat with his feet propped in another chair near the wall because he’d just pin pointed a fact that he should have caught. Ransom was a loyal supporter, and he should have called to warn them trouble brewed. Duck was correct—it was odd that he hadn’t.
“That’s what I wanted to know when I arrived and they were all worked up. I asked, but Ransom was tight-lipped at first. He finally called this morning before we left the farm telling me he’d been warned not to call me. They threatened to kill his two kids and his old lady if he sought help,” Bone gritted out through tight lips, his hands clenched on the table. His face twisted into a dark glower, and his eyes burned with fury.
“What’s the word closer to home?” Tiny asked.
“That’s part of what we need to discuss. You’re the one with the best contacts.” Tiny knew that statement was a hint that he needed to go on a fact-finding mission. He wanted to deny having the right contacts, but he knew Bone was right. He’d always been good at reading people and he’d used that to his advantage. It allowed him to know who he could tap for certain information that he and the club needed to know. Except, he didn’t want to be sent on a fact-finding mission, not if it would take him away from Racheal, because she needed him here.