Blood & Bones: Easy
Easy’s a man who made a mistake and paid for it with four years of his life.
A man who trusted someone who turned around and screwed him so hard it landed him in prison.
A man who spent years searching for where he belonged.
Who found his place after he joined the Blood Fury MC.
Who finally found his “easy.”
At least until her.
A woman who has him playing a dangerous game.
One neither of them can win unless he changes the game and the rules.
While rules were meant to be broken, the one they’re breaking could have serious consequences.
Even so, while she’s a risk, she’s also the reward.
But things can change in the blink of an eye.
When the unthinkable happens.
Ready or not, life is barreling towards him faster than he can handle.
All he can do is hang on for the ride and hope, in the end, he survives.
Note: Blood & Bones: Easy is the twelfth book in the Blood Fury MC series. As always, this story has no cheating, no cliffhanger, and has an HEA. It’s HIGHLY recommended to read this series in order.
Release date: April 1, 2022
Publisher: Double-J Romance, Inc.
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Blood & Bones: Easy
Jeanne St. James
Ashes! Ashes! We All Fall Down
Ethan took a last drag on his Marlboro, flicked what remained out into the dark and watched it bounce off the pavement, creating a small explosion of embers. His eyes followed the motion as the June breeze spun it into a small glowing arc.
He pushed himself off the brick wall where he’d been leaning and before he could stomp it out, another boot came out of nowhere and did it for him.
“Landry said he scored a case of Rolling Rock.”
“Yeah. Invited us over. Wanna go?”
“Said there’s gonna be girls there. And his parents are gone for the night.”
“Is that all you can fucking say?”
“Yeah,” E answered with a smirk.
Ben snorted and punched Ethan in the arm. “You’re an asshole.”
“Don’t you wanna get laid tonight?”
“Then let’s go. You’re not going to get your dick wet standing here.”
That was true.
It had been a month since Mallory had dropped his ass like a hot coal. He fucked up so he couldn’t blame her for kicking his ass to the curb. But still, his easy access to pussy went along with her.
Now he had to work for it.
Yeah, the girls in his class didn’t mind flirting but when it came to sliding off their panties and between their thighs, that took a lot more effort. Sometimes more than he was willing to make.
He just needed to find himself a fuck buddy. A girl who wasn’t uptight about sex but wasn’t a clinger.
Mallory had been a clinger with claws.
She didn’t like when he talked to other girls, forget looking at them. She was jealous as fuck. She had even yanked a chunk of hair out of some chick’s head when the girl decided to sit down next to him at his lunch table to invite him over to watch a movie on her big screen.
It was all too much damn drama for him.
He liked to keep things chill.
Mallory was far from chill. But her pussy had been tight and she didn’t mind sucking his dick, either.
“Yeah, let’s go,” E finally said. At worst, if he couldn’t get laid, he’d get drunk and stoned out of his fucking mind. Landry’s older brother usually had some premium green. If he was home and willing to share. Though, he tended to ignore Landry and his friends since they were still only seniors in high school.
Not twenty minutes later, he, Ben, Landry and Will were standing around the blazing fire pit in Landry’s backyard.
So far not one fucking girl had shown up and Landry’s older brother was nowhere to be found. The only thing keeping Ethan still standing there was the cold beer in his hand and the rest of the case buried in ice in a nearby cooler.
Otherwise, this “party” was totally fucking lame.
“Where are the girls, Lan?” Ethan asked him.
His buddy was standing on the other side of the pit, the glow of the flames giving his face a reddish tint.
Landry finished swallowing his mouthful of beer and scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “They said they were coming.”
“Yeah, right.” Landry probably lied about the girls to get them to come over. Because just a case of Rolling Rock and Landry’s playlist on Spotify wasn’t going to cut it.
“Know where your brother hides his pot?” E asked him.
Landry shook his head. “We’d be passing around his bong right now if I did.”
Ben let out a long, low, “Whoooooooa,” under his breath and everyone turned to see what he was staring at.
A hot blonde made her way through two bushes from the line of them that separated the homes. She only wore a fucking tiny string bikini. At nine at night. In the dark. It was far too late to be sunbathing.
But there she was, cutting across the lawn like she was headed to the beach.
“That one of the girls you invited?” Will asked Landry.
The girl gave Landry a small wave and pointed toward the cooler on the back porch. Landry lifted his beer and called out, “Help yourself.”
Ethan moved to the other side of the pit, his eyes still glued on the thin girl with the generous rack as she headed toward the porch. He elbowed his buddy. “Who’s that?”
“She cool?” E asked.
“Why haven’t I seen her around school?”
“She goes to an all-girls private school. You know, since they are no guys, they do each other.” He held two fingers of each hand in a V, and pounded them together to mimic two chicks scissoring. Then he lifted one of the Vs to his mouth and wiggled his tongue between them, pretending he was licking pussy.
Landry probably never ate pussy in his fucking life.
“You hit that yet?” E asked.
Landry snorted. “No, but not for a lack of trying.”
“She a snobby bitch?”
Landry shrugged. “Too picky to let me down her pants even for a quick finger bang.”
E’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “You asked if you could finger fuck her?”
Easy shook his head. No wonder he couldn’t score with her. He didn’t have any fucking game.
He could talk the panties off most girls. But, again, sometimes it wasn’t worth the effort.
However, the girl snagging a beer might be worth it. Especially after she took her time bending over in front of the cooler, her bikini bottom riding up the crack of her sweet fucking ass.
Yeah, he was going to hit that tonight.
His dick decided it was onboard with that plan, too.
As he turned to head over to where she now stood under the Landry’s back porch, her eyes checking out Ethan and his buddies, he heard Landry say to Will, “Watch this. He’s going to crash and burn.”
Ethan ignored that even though she, whatever her name was, had heard him, too, over the loud music.
The blonde tracked him as he took his time on his approach. He wanted to appear curious and casual but not desperate.
Her bikini top was the type with strings that tied at the back and behind her neck, making it easy to release unless she double-knotted it. The bottoms also tied at both hips.
Easy fucking access.
When he went almost boot toe to bare toe with her, he pulled the cold bottle from her fingers and twisted off the top, tossing the cap over his shoulder into the grass. He held out the open beer to her and when she took it, her fingers slowly sliding over his.
With a tilted head, she scanned him from head to boots, making his hard-on do a happy dance in his jeans.
When her gaze lifted to his face again, he wore a grin. “You always visit your neighbors wearing a bikini?”
“I was taking a late swim.”
E took his time exploring her from her blonde hair, tossed into a messy knot at the top of her head, all the way to her painted toenails. Along the way, he noticed her nipples asking, “How you doin’?” through the little triangle-shaped fabric struggling to contain her perky, but nicely rounded, tits. “You’re not wet.”
“Not yet,” she said with a wink.
What was she? Sixteen or seventeen going on thirty?
“Does it take much?”
“Depends on who’s trying,” she answered, after taking a sip of her beer.
He smiled. “That would be me.”
“Then I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” She downed half the beer and when she was done, she smiled back and said, “Grab a couple more. We’re about to get thirsty.”
He lifted one eyebrow. This was going to be easier than he thought.
After pulling two more beers out of the cooler, she snagged his hand and led him across Landry’s yard, back through the break in the bushes and into her backyard that included a large in-ground pool.
“Your parents home?”
She shook her head. “My dad’s out on a date.”
“He supposed to be home any time soon?”
“Nope. They’re at some event that’s supposed to run late. Sometimes he stays overnight at his girlfriend’s place. He always calls when he’s on his way home.”
That music sounded much better to his fucking ears than Landry’s lame playlist. He wouldn’t need much time anyway. He’d dip and dash long before her father came home.
“You a virgin?” he asked as she opened one of the French doors on her back deck.
She released a husky laugh. That was all the answer he needed.
Without freeing his hand, she tugged him inside and slammed the door closed behind them. As soon as they were in what looked like some sort of library or office—he wasn’t sure and didn’t fucking care—she turned to him and asked, “Are you?”
Her lips curled up at the end. “Good.”
When she finally released his hand, she turned and walked away from him, giving him a great view of that ass in the light. After setting her beer down on the side table, she reached behind her neck, she untied the top bow, then moved to the center of her back and undid that one next.
Just like a fucking gift.
Hell yeah. Christmas in July.
Before her bikini top could even hit the floor, she continued rounding the long leather couch that faced the fireplace. She stopped, locked gazes with him, then slowly loosened the bows at each hip, holding her bottoms in place for a moment as he stared at her sweet fucking tits. Perfect and perky.
He held his breath, waiting.
Her, “What are you waiting for?” got him scrambling to put the beers down.
After ripping his T-shirt over his head, he threw it to the floor as he moved to the other side of the couch. Sitting on the end, he quickly shucked his boots and socks, then surged to his feet to unbuckle his belt, shove his jeans and briefs down, freeing his erection. The second he stepped out of his jeans, and before he could say a damn word, she was dragging him down onto the couch and on top of her.
He was liking the way this was going. He didn’t have to do any sweet talking or convincing. She was the aggressor.
He had no idea what he did to deserve this, but he shouldn’t be questioning it. He should just be taking advantage of her generosity.
Shit. He needed to grab a condom from his wallet.
He reached out and stretched his fingers as far as he could. He could barely touch his jeans, but he managed to snag them and pull them closer, sliding his wallet from the back pocket and digging through it until he found what he was looking for.
She—fuck, he still didn’t know her name—plucked the wrapper from his fingers, tore it open, reached between their sandwiched bodies and rolled it down his hard-on, making his hips jerk at her touch.
Yeah, this girl was no virgin. In fact, her screw count might be a hell of a lot higher than his.
He wrapped his lips around a pebbled nipple, sucking it as hard as he could and pulling a groan from her as she raked her long nails through his shaggy hair.
He rocked his hips to rub his latex-covered dick against her soft inner thigh.
“Hurry up,” she encouraged.
He released her nipple with a wet pop. “We got time, right?”
Her nails scraped down his back and dug into his ass. “Yes… but, I’m really horny and want you inside me.”
Say no fucking more.
He was trying not to seem selfish and just stick it inside her without any prepping but, hey, if that was what she wanted, he wasn’t going to argue. “Want me to kiss you?”
“No, just stick it in.”
His kind of girl. He really should ask her name.
But before he could, she sighed impatiently, reached between them, grabbed his dick and put it where she wanted it. That just so happened to be the same spot he wanted it, too.
He decided right then and there he didn’t really need to know her name. She didn’t want conversation or anything more. She only wanted to be fucked.
Luckily, he was her guy.
He closed his eyes as he worked his way inside her. Since he hadn’t had a chance to do any foreplay she was dry as fuck. But he managed. Once he was balls deep, he took a few seconds to suck in a breath. Otherwise, he would begin humping her the same way Will’s Weiner dog did to his “special” pillow.
“What are you doing? Sleeping?”
He opened his eyes to find her frowning at him. “No. I—”
“Just hurry up and fuck me.”
Hurrying up wasn’t the problem, making her come before he did, was. “Damn, you’re demanding.”
“I have every right to be.”
He stared down at her. “Do you really think you’re all that?”
“Is there a reason you’re still talking?”
Damn. “My bad.”
She bugged her blue eyes out at him.
Yeah, one fuck with her would be more than enough.
He clenched his teeth and began to pump his hips, hoping she’d get a little wetter to make it easier.
He was three pumps in as she laid there like a fucking dead fish and he was starting to regret this whole thing when he heard a noise come from the front of the house.
He turned wide eyes to her. “You said your father wasn’t coming home any time soon.”
“I don’t think that’s my father,” she said calmly.
Way too fucking calmly. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood. “Who is it?”
She shrugged. “Probably my boyfriend.”
“You using me to piss off your fucking boyfriend?” When he tried to roll off her, she grabbed him with her legs around his hips and held him there. “Let me fucking go.”
He heard footsteps and a male voice call out, “Sarah!”
“Let me fucking go!” he hissed, trying to pull free.
He surged up, breaking her hold. He hit the floor with a grunt when he rolled off her and the couch in one shot.
He scrambled to his feet, trying to locate where he threw his T-shirt. “You’re a fucking cunt.”
“What the fuck?” came the deep voice from the doorway.
He glanced up from yanking his jeans up his legs, sacrificing his briefs and socks. What he saw made him mutter, “Holy shit.”
If that was her damn boyfriend, he was huge. Like football player big. Ethan was not a football player. Not even close.
The guy quickly took in the situation and the second his face changed, Ethan knew he was fucking dead.
He finished buttoning his jeans and held up his palms. “Had no idea, dude. She tricked—”
With a yell, the guy rushed him and Ethan could only brace for the impact.
The fucker probably was a linebacker because it felt like a damn train hitting him. He stumbled backwards, trying to catch his balance. If he went down, he was done. He needed to stay on his feet and do his best to fight the guy off so he could get out of that damn house.
His head snapped back as he got hit with a sledgehammer under his chin. And then it whipped to the side as he was punched in the jaw with a right hook.
He tried to catch his breath and steady his feet, but he couldn’t…
Not before he was struck again. He couldn’t stop the backwards motion or his arms windmilling as he was knocked off his feet with help from a two-handed shove to his chest.
He went airborne and when he landed on his ass, his head barely missed the corner of the brick hearth.
By a damn cunt hair.
Fucking son of a bitch.
But before he could even attempt to get back to his feet, the boyfriend was on him, grabbing Ethan’s hair and using it to try to rip him to his feet. E reached out and his fingers curled around the closest thing he could find.
He gripped the handle tighter and swung the poker with everything he could muster, cracking the guy upside the head.
A dull thud could be heard over his ringing ears and E grimaced as warm blood splattered across his face and bare chest.
He blinked several times to try to clear his vision as he watched the boyfriend crumple to the ground in slow motion like an accordion.
Did Ethan just kill the fucker?
He blinked again and then he finally heard it.
The girl’s screams. The continuous shriek that wouldn’t stop. He didn’t even think she took a damn breath. She just kept wailing as she stood there with her hands on her face, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open.
That fucking bitch. She caused all of this.
It was all her damn fault.
No, he needed to get the fuck out of there while he still could.
He struggled to get to his feet, almost falling over because he was so freaking dizzy. Once the spinning slowed a little, he pressed a hand to the side of his face and glanced at his fingers.
Blood. Not only the boyfriend’s but his, too.
His head throbbed like it was about to pop off his neck and he could only breathe through his mouth since his nose had to be broken.
But none of that mattered. He needed to escape.
He stumbled as he headed toward the back door, only catching himself in time by planting a hand on the wall. He stared at the bloody handprint left behind for a only second before spotting his T-shirt. He almost fell over as he leaned down to grab it. He didn’t even bother to pull it on before he continued to head toward his closest route of escape.
His heart was pounding so hard he wondered how it remained contained in his chest. The voice in his head was telling him to get out of that house as fast as he could.
As he tried to turn the knob, it slipped in his hand so he scrubbed his bloody fingers down his jeans. Finally, he could yank the door open and when he stumbled outside, he paused only for a few seconds to glance over toward Landry’s house. He could hear the music still playing and see the glow of the fire pit through the line of bushes, but fuck if he was sticking around to tell them what happened.
He might have just killed that asshole.
He needed to get the fuck out of there.
To go home.
Forget tonight ever happened.
Hope he’d soon wake up from this nightmare and be relieved it wasn’t reality.
That the bitch hadn’t just used him to piss off her boyfriend. Or make him jealous. Or whatever she had been trying to do when she used him as a tool in her fucked-up plan.
He yanked his T-shirt over his head as he made his way around to the front of the house and began to jog down the sidewalk barefoot.
He not only left his boots behind, he also left his freaking wallet.
By the time he got home, two miles away, his feet were cut up and a bloody mess, just like his face.
He let himself into basement door at the rear of the house and quickly locked it behind him. Leaning back against it, he took a few seconds to catch his breath, to try to slow the pounding of his heart.
He wouldn’t be surprised if his parents could hear his heart all the way in their room on the second floor.
He struggled to smother his scream as he relived in his head what just happened, realizing it wasn’t a fucking nightmare at all.
Well, it was, but not the kind you woke up from.
Thank fuck his parents had let him move into the basement last year. This way they wouldn’t see his face right away.
He stumbled into his bathroom and glanced in the mirror over the sink.
How the hell was he going to avoid having his parents see him like this? He couldn’t hide how fucked up his face was. He needed to think of a good excuse for his appearance. He would have two black eyes. The right one was already swollen shut and turning a dark purple.
Running the water in the sink, he washed it as best as he could, trying to ignore the throbbing, the sharp pain and the burning as he scrubbed off the blood and put some butterfly bandages over the worst cuts, like the one seeping under his right eye.
He grabbed toilet paper off the roll and shoved some up both nostrils to try to stop the bleeding. The pain was so damn unbearable he almost blacked out.
He stripped off his bloody shirt and jeans, burying them at the bottom of his overflowing hamper. He dug through his dresser next to find clean shorts and a T-shirt.
Once he managed to put them on, he climbed into bed.
He wanted to close his eyes but the way the adrenaline was still rushing through him, he knew he’d never find sleep tonight with the way his body was shaking and his teeth were chattering.
Worse, if he closed his eyes, he’d keep seeing the side of that fucker’s head after being struck with the fireplace poker.
He’d only defended himself. He was forced to do it. That guy would’ve killed him without a damn thought, he could see it in his eyes. The uncontrollable rage.
No pussy was worth that. None.
And definitely none was worth jail time or even dying.
Especially that selfish fucking bitch.
It was all her goddamn fault.
She caused it all.
She should be the one to pay. Not Ethan.
It didn’t take long until the pounding came at their front door.
He wasn’t surprised that it happened but just how soon it did.
He could hear his parents’ voices and footsteps as they came down from their bedroom.
Don’t open the door.
Please, don’t open the damn door.
Voices. Not his mom or dad’s. Men. More than one.
Then his mom and dad’s.
Lots of talking.
He couldn’t make out the words.
He didn’t have to know what was being said.
His heart was now thumping in his throat as the door from the kitchen to the basement opened and boots descended the steps. Not one set. No. Multiple.
Not cautiously, but with determination.
He would go to jail for murder and never get out. He would die in there.
He’d never smell fresh air again.
He’d never get pussy again.
He’d never graduate high school.
Then everything happened in a whirlwind.
Ethan was dragged out of bed.
Pulled to his feet.
Spun around and cuffed. His arms practically yanked from his shoulders.
They were all talking but he didn’t know what they were saying.
Words. Too many words.
He couldn’t stop his brain from spinning to figure out those words.
He just knew his life was over.
It was over.
He couldn’t undo his fuck-up.
He couldn’t go back and stay at the fire pit with his friends.
He couldn’t tell Ben he didn’t want to hang out at Landry’s.
He couldn’t go back and wake up all over again to start the day over.
It was too late.
He’d never forget seeing his mother’s face. Her eyes wide. Her hand covering her mouth. Tears streaming down her pale cheeks as the cops dragged him up the steps and out of the house.
He never once stepped foot into that house again.
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