The sun rose quickly, its full light now sifting in through the blinds. Jeremiah opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. His mind drifted to the night, and early morning, just hours prior. He hadn't had much sleep, but his mind was already churning with the consequences of his risky actions bringing June back to the house. She had worn his vest inside, for Christ's sake. He closed his eyes and thought of her ass bouncing back onto his cock as he fucked her from behind. He thought of her slim waist and ripe hips. The freckles on her shoulders. He turned his head to look over at June, making sure she hadn't slipped off after he had fallen asleep. But then where would she go? He didn't think she had any idea how far they were from the bar or how to get back. He would also be extremely surprised if she knew how to ride, or if she had the balls to take his bike. From what he knew she didn't have a cell phone or even a purse with her, either.
She slept on her side, facing away from him. Her back was exposed, the sheet clinging to her ass just below two perfect dimples. He saw hints of purple bite marks on the side of her neck. He could tell she was fast off by her tempered and even breathing. He thought about reaching out for her, he so badly wanted to touch her, clutch her hips and pull her on top of him. Her consent to be his flashed in his memory and he smiled to himself. He felt a twinge in his cock, but also a whine is his belly that he needed to piss. Her pussy would have to wait.
He dragged himself from the bed and quickly pulled on his jeans, not bothering with his boxers. He exited the bedroom as quietly as he could, pulling the door closed behind him. As he walked down the hall to the bathroom, his thoughts were distracted with what to do next. Sneaking her out today was out of the question, as he knew she would be seen. Realistically, she was going to be seen no matter what he did, so it was a matter of how to handle the boys. He needed to speak with Michael, the president.
After relieving himself and splashing a bit of cold water on his face, he turned back down the hallway. His stride stiffened when he saw the door to his bedroom open. His first thought was that June had waited for his leave and then made a run for it. Fuck. He took five large steps toward the door, expecting to see an empty bed inside the room. Instead he saw Rafael, one of the boys, sitting in the chair he had pulled up next to the bed. He looked up across the room toward Jeremiah.
"You weren't up for sharing last night?" he commented quietly. He angled his head, glancing down at June's body. One breast was exposed, nipple hard. Rafeal was practically salivating. Jeremiah could tell he was still drunk from the night before, swaying in the chair. While he wasn't a worthless member, he did manage to cause problems by being impulsive and stupid.
June stirred, but remained asleep. Jeremiah tensed. He stood in the doorway clenching the trim.
"Get the fuck out." He said this with more volume than he intended, fury betraying his composure. June let out a soft moan and opened her eyes to see Rafael sitting in front of her. Her body went rigid as she pulled the sheet up to her neck. She was shocked into silence, but Raf made eye contact with her and smiled mischievously.
"Hi, little thing." He tilted his chin down to look at her as he would look at a child. "What's your name?"
"Do not answer him," Jeremiah said forcefully from the doorway. "She's mine, Raf. I will ask you again to get the fuck out of my room."
At Jeremiah's voice, June felt instant security. She moved to sit up, but just as quickly as she moved, so did he. Rafael stood from the chair and kneeled with one leg on her belly. She cried out in agony as most of his weight fixed her to the bed.
"I don't think I said you could move, slut." He reached down and slapped her hard across the cheek. Then he crudely squeezed her right breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb. She tried to pry his grip from her chest, but felt as though she could barely breathe, let alone did she have enough strength to match his. She inhaled sharply and her eyes closed involuntarily. She thought she might throw up.
Suddenly the pressure on her stomach was eliminated and she heard the chair smash to pieces. Jeremiah had pulled Raf from on top of her and easily threw him backward. He lay on the floor groaning, holding his shoulder that had slammed into the windowsill on the way down. Jeremiah stood over him, his breath heaving with rage. He thought about giving him a few good kicks to make clear his authority, but ultimately knew better.
June instinctively curled into a ball beneath the sheet as her stomach throbbed.
Raf pulled himself from the floor in obvious pain. He barely made it to his feet and clamored toward the door. He turned to give a satisfied look toward June's body, crumpled and seemingly broken on the bed, and then bore hate into Jeremiah's back. After a moment, his footsteps stumbled down the hall and finished with the front door slamming.
Jeremiah stood with his head hung, still staring at the floor where Raf had lain. His breathing had calmed, but his mind still seethed. He again cursed his recklessness, his foolishness, for putting himself in this position. He thought of June, her pained scream echoing in the room. He thought she would want to leave him now and that idea stiffened in his chest. He sunk to the edge of the bed, sitting with his back toward June and the still open door.
June felt the mattress dip where his weight settled. She wished he would reach out for her, pull her small frame from the bed and wrap his strong arms around her. Instead he just sat on the edge of the bed, motionless. She took a few deep breaths and felt bursts of pain wrap around her lower ribs on one side - the side that Raf had been kneeling. She knew what broken ribs felt like, but these weren't quite that. Most likely just bruised. Her cheek still burned as well and she could taste a trace of blood from her lip. She also knew what a split lip felt like and luckily this was neither that.
After assessing her injuries, June was impatient for Jeremiah. Why had he not asked how she was? Made sure she wasn't seriously hurt? She finally opened her eyes to see him hunched over with his elbows on his knees and his forehead in his hands. Without hesitation, she reached out to press her palm to his lower back. She felt scared, but also wanted to show Jeremiah her strength. Her need for him, but also her loyalty.
"You'll run now," he said somewhere between a statement and a question.
"No." Her voice was soft, but certain.
He looked back over his shoulder to meet her eyes. She stared up at him seriously. She repeated her answer and shook her head. He turned his body so he could fully face her. This woman's strength and submission were absolutely irresistible. She had just been mauled and wounded by a stranger, and he couldn't stand that he had failed to protect her. But she also endured all that and still wanted to be his. He couldn't help himself and leaned down to kiss her, gently at first, and then passionately. She returned it eagerly until he pulled away.
"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered roughly. She felt neither need for the apology nor desire for his vulnerability. She dismissed his words by kissing him some more. Then another voice pulled them apart.
"What is this?" Michael himself stood in the doorway. He stared hard at Jeremiah, not caring to look at June. It was not her responsibility to explain her presence there - it was his.
Jeremiah calmly stood up to face him. They stared at each other from across the room in an unspoken understanding. While Michael was the president and could pull rank at any time for any reason, he was not irrational. Jeremiah was a dependable, intelligent second and he knew that. But what he was doing with this girl in his bed, Michael didn't know. And furthermore, what about this girl had just caused Jeremiah to jeopardize his position by kicking Rafael's ass? Michael gave a quick tilt of his head, indicating that he wanted to speak with Jeremiah in private. He turned and took a few steps away until he was out of sight from the bedroom door.
Jeremiah extended his hand to June's cheek lovingly, then dragged his thumb over her lips and pressed it into her mouth. She sucked the top of his thumb obediently, letting her bottom teeth graze it as he pulled it away. He let out a low grunt as he was already turned on and aching to be with her, wanting to assure her of his desire despite what had just happened, but he knew Michael needed an explanation first.
"I will be right outside," he said as he walked across the room and disappeared into the hallway.
June curled up in bed and thought restlessly about Jeremiah's conversation with this other man. Their relationship was obviously much different than Jeremiah's rank over the other members, so she put together that he must be the president. She wondered why he had seemed to pay her no attention, how he was so calm. Was Jeremiah in danger? Her thoughts slowly drifted into nothingness as she fell back asleep.
Jeremiah found Michael in the kitchen, a half-eaten breakfast pushed aside and a cup of black coffee in one hand. He took the liberty of pouring himself a cup and sitting across from Michael at the table. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Who is she?" Michael asked flatly. He stared down into his coffee. "She's very pretty, I'm sure much better without the sheet." A hint of wickedness in his comment.
"Found her at the bar last night for John's birthday. He wanted her so I made that happen."
"You should have left her at the bar, then. Or sent her home with John."
