“Hey, twin brother of mine, what was with the sucking face with Kelsey just now?” Deck asked me as soon as I took the stool next to him. He was turned away from the bar facing the direction of his wife and children, keeping a close eye on the three most important people in his world.
Signalling to Steel for a light beer, I waited a few minutes taking my time opening the bottle then taking a swig before giving Deck an answer.
“We are seeing each other, got a problem with that?”
“I do if you are just playing her. She isn’t one of your one-night stands Jason. This is Kelsey, she is special and deserves a man in her life who will be there for the long haul. Not cut out when the novelty wears off,” Deck warned me, pissing me off.
“Not that it is any of your business Decker, but I know Kels is special. She is special to me, and now we are seeing where our friendship can take us,” I answered reluctantly, not exactly thrilled to be having this kind of conversation.
Kelsey was aware that love was more than likely not going to happen. I hadn’t ruled it out completely, but I was fairly certain I wasn’t capable of it.
“So, you love her then?” Deck goaded me deliberately, the smirk on his ugly mug causing the grip on my bottle to tighten.
“No Deck, I don’t love her. I like her a lot, a hell of a lot. I care for her more than I thought and want her in my life. We are mutually exclusive in a mutually beneficial relationship. Satisfied?”
“A mutually beneficial relationship? What the fuck does that mean?” Steel asked, joining in on the discussion. Suddenly, Kelsey’s and my coming together was everyone’s business.
“It means you should mind your own business or you will find yourself in the ring with me,” I growled at the club’s pretty boy. The VP copped a fair bit of attention from the ladies due to his movie star looks, but for him there was only one woman he was interested in. Mia owned his arse, and he enjoyed every minute of it, the sweet beauty showed him that flaws meant nothing to her, and he in turn showed her that she was worth more to him than she thought possible. Steel would do anything for her and their two daughters, Meagan was a little younger than Shiloh, Annie a few years younger again, and they now had another daughter to add to his possessive streak.
“You know he flipped his shit when Squid told him he brought Kels here on his bike today,” Seb pipped up, sidling up beside me.
Looking around at the men that were gathering, I glared at them. “Have you all grown vaginas? Spending too much time with the Flock perhaps.” I was stalling, I admit it, but these guys were ruthless when it came to giving me shit. Being a cop as well as a member, gave the bastards enough ammunition for ribbing me. Now Kelsey’s and my relationship was out in the open, I was well and truly in the firing line.
On the other side of me Mannix grabbed a beer from the bar and popped the top. “Hang on a minute brother, so you and Kelsey are seeing each other, correct?”
Nodding curtly, I waited for the next question.
“And you are exclusive?” he asked using one hand to imitate quotation marks.
Again, I just nodded, but my jaw tightened.
“She is on the back of your bike and no one else’s?”
“What the fuck are you getting at Mannix,” I growled, fed up with this line of useless questions. “I have already said as much.”
“You planning on marrying her and having kids?”
I didn’t hesitate. “No.”
“Do you love her?” Deck cut in with the million dollar question.
Fucking wanker.
Downing the last of my beer, one was my limit when I was driving or riding my bike. As a police officer I saw too much road carnage due to drink driving, and tonight I had Kelsey on the back of my bike. Squid wasn’t wrong when he said she was the perfect passenger. She might not like driving a car, but she came with me on my bike countless times over the last five years, keeping her safe and protected was my highest priority.
Slamming the empty bottle on the bar, I pushed out of the stool.
“No.” That one word tasted bitter and wrong on my tongue.
One word and possibly one lie.
“I’m never giving my whole heart to a person ever again.”
Another fucking lie.
I was on a mission.
My hand gripped Kelsey’s firmly in mine as I pulled her to the back entrance of her place. I wanted to take her to my place, but her animals had been alone most of the afternoon and evening and I knew she would worry about Sassy being outside for that amount of time.
After we left the compound and the third degree my brother, Steel and Mannix gave me, I needed to ride to shake off the bad mood they put me in.
In my teen years, I rode dirt bikes while Deck went straight for the road bikes then finally his Harley. I never understood the pull that a Harley had on him until Darth let me ride one of his bikes before his death.
There was nothing like it.
I resisted buying my own, just borrowing Darth’s spare bike whenever the need arose for a ride. Then Darth was killed and Booth offered me a life in their brotherhood, I went out and bought my own bike. As soon as I sat my arse on the Fat Boy I knew it was the bike for me. Powerful and loud, it suited my personality, though I wasn’t a loud person like Mannix or Steel, my moods were often enough. Grumpy seemed to suit me, even Shiloh suggested it should be my road name instead of Prick. I was grateful no one other than Deck called me that, but rules were rules and he did call dibs on giving me my patch name.
However, riding didn’t exactly fix my mood. Oh, being pissed off was gone, only to be replaced with a severe hard-on.
Why? Well that would be my Mermaid’s fault.
For the last hour, her body was pressed close against me, so close I could feel the heat from her denim covered pussy. Her whole body blanketed me, from her toned thighs practically resting on my legs, to her wandering hands on my belly and chest. She never stopped touching me, the soft roaming of her fingers under my shirt, rubbing of her tits on my back and wriggling her crotch at my arse. And her moans… fuck me. Even over the roar of the engine I could hear her whimpers, when she shimmied against my arse or when her fingers came into contact with my hardened nipples.
Many times, I wanted to pull over and fuck her on my bike, but at the same time, I didn’t want the feelings of what having her body against me evoked in me, of them going any deeper. Truth be told I was shit scared, Kelsey tempted me more than I wanted to admit.
Feelings my body craved more of, overriding my head and my heart, which was why I was rushing us through the back mudroom as if my life depended on it.
Everything was confusing except for the stir in my body. I had to depend on just focusing on that alone for now. Listening to the stirring in my heart, the overwhelming thump whenever I looked at Kels, or when my mind drifted to her while at work, all that was too dangerous. Physical was the better option. At least for now.
“Jason what on earth—”
Anything else Kelsey had to say was devoured by my mouth over hers. We barely made it inside the kitchen door when I had her up against the wall, my body covering hers with her hands laced with mine above her head. Over and over I moved my lips swallowing her sexy moans, each one hitting my cock making it impossibly hard. Obviously, my body rejecting anything my head had to say on the matter.
Kelsey’s moans were wonderous sounds; low then high pitched, tiny whimpers, all turned me on. Each one hit me deep in my balls, making them ache with a desperate need.
“Open your eyes baby, let me watch you,” I growled against her lips, grunting in approval when she acquiesced straight away, the green orbs dark with desire.
I kissed her hard, my tongue demanded entry meeting hers. Timidly, she touched my tongue, my dominance obviously overwhelming her, but a switch had been turned on in me, slowing down was impossible. Kelsey moved her lower body until her legs where straddling over one of mine. Sensing what she was needing I raised my bent knee until her pus
sy was where we were both happy.
“Mmmm, Jason,” Kelsey moaned, and instantly started grinding herself on me.
“That’s it Kels, get yourself off, use me baby.” I encouraged her, my tongue licking at the inside of the warm inner recesses of her lips.
“Look at me baby,” I ordered when her eyes fluttered closed, “I don’t want to lose those eyes,” I warned her gently, my voice thick with passion.
I wanted her to know it was me with her, really me, not some crush she had. To watch those spectacular jade orbs darken as she desperately sought her pleasure.
“Grind that pussy on me, get wet for me so when I slide inside you it won’t hurt.”
A whimper escaped her mouth, her eyes widened at my dirty talk, then darkened with need. Letting our hands fall, I quickly grabbed her arse and ground her down harder on my knee, pushing it up at the same time giving her the friction she needed.
“Jason, oh god, what– what is– oh god,” her rambling making no sense and I was too far gone in her pleasure to understand.
Faster and faster, she gyrated pushing her pussy into my leg I thought we were both going to fall to the floor. My heart beat furiously in my ears, never had I seen such a perfect, beautiful sight than Kelsey lost in passion.
“Jason. Yes!” Kelsey cried out gloriously, her lips ripping off mine, her head thrown back against the wall, the dull thump of her head hitting the plaster overshadowed by her triumphant scream.
Watching in complete awe and wonder, I witnessed what I suspected was my woman’s first ever orgasm. Overcome with emotion, I crushed her mouth and devoured the last remnants of her screams, only gentling the kiss when she went limp and all of her weight was now resting on my leg.
Leaving one arm around her to hold her up, I cupped the cheek with the scar and looked into her dilated eyes, still laced with arousal.
“Mine,” I growled. “Forever mine.” Yep, all common sense completely rejected.
Chapter 10
KELSEY
Would Jason find it weird if I did a happy shimmy on his knee? What I really wanted to do was sing Zip a Dee Doo Dah at the top of my lungs, for two reasons.
One, I had an orgasm– fair enough it was from rubbing on his knee.
And two, Jason’s growled claiming– of me.
Mine, forever mine. Those three beautiful growled words weren’t exactly a declaration of love, because it was far too soon for Jason to have a change of mind yet. They were close enough for me though, damn close.
At the compound he got all territorial and alpha about me being on Squid’s bike, the public display of kissing clued me in onto that little nugget.
Then we went on a ride and I suddenly turned into a wanton hussy practically mauling Jason the whole time. Not that I was ashamed of my wandering hands, especially after Jason grabbed my hand and pressed it to his rigid cock, then put it back on his chest, letting me know how I had affected him.
It was like dog paddling in unfamiliar water, my sexual experience was basically zero I needed Jason to take the lead. The last thing I wanted was for him to be disappointed in me, he seemed to be enjoying himself but he hadn’t seen me naked yet. My scar on my face wasn’t my only one. Jason had no idea about the others, I got them when he was at the police academy. Curtesy of another one of my mother’s temper tantrums.
“Where did you go Mermaid?” Jason asked me lifting my chin with his forefinger to get my focus back on him. His blue eyes almost black as he looked intently at me, concern on his handsome face. “Was it too much too quick?”
Shaking my head no. “I loved what we just did honey. I just need some help with what happens next,” I admittedly softly, not embarrassed by my admission. Jason had seen the best and worst of me over the years, he was the closest thing I had to a best friend. There wasn’t much he didn’t know about me. My virginity he knew, the beating I took from my mum with a sledgehammer, not known.
“It’s completely up to you sweetheart. What just happened… seeing you lost in your passion for me, fuck Kelsey I could live off that memory for the rest of my life,” Jason told me, the truth of his confession in his eyes. “You are in control Kels, anything you want is what I want.”
“I want you Jason.” Lifting my face to his, I kissed him gently, nothing like the devouring hungry kisses we shared earlier, but with just as much impact.
“I want you too baby, so fucking bad, but if you aren’t ready... ”
I didn’t answer him with words, instead I simply took his hand in mine and led him through the kitchen and down the hall to my room. Once in there, I walked to the bedside table and turned on the small lamp. The light globe was a dim one, so he wouldn’t be able to see the full extent of my mother’s wrath. I wouldn’t be so lucky once the light came in the morning, but I was taking it one step at a time.
Feeling more confident in myself, I moved back to where Jason stood at the foot of the large bed and took a deep breath.
Gathering the hem of my shirt, I slowly lifted it up my body and over my head, keeping my eyes on the wall behind Jason, too scared to see his first reaction when my other scar came into view.
“Fucking hell! Kelsey what the fuck happened?” Jason burst out, his hands cupping at my lower abdomen, the surgical scars were ugly but at least they were thin unlike the jagged one on my face. Under my belly button was a thirty-centimetre incision, from one hip to the other at each end the scar puckered slightly.
“It happened a long time ago Jason. I’m fine I promise.” I rushed to assure him, hating the look of despair on his handsome face.
“When did this happen? Who? Why wasn’t I told?” He fired questions out rapidly, one after another.
“You were at the academy busy becoming a cop. Your mum wanted to call you but I begged her not to, you didn’t need any outside complications taking your focus. Your dad saw that I got to the hospital and after I got out they insisted I stay with them until I healed giving mum time to dry out from the bender that made her attack me.”
“Your mother did this? I should have been told god damn it,” Jason growled out in agitation, his hands now gripping my waist in a bruising hold.
This was exactly what I didn’t want him to take on, my whole life he’d assumed responsibility for my safety, protecting me from mum and vices. All three Johnston men saw to my safety whenever mum fell off the wagon. This particular instance involved drinking and a whole lot of dope, a bad combination where mum was concerned.
That day she spent most of it in a bottle of vodka and smoking weed. For some it was a calming kind of a drug, for mum though, it heightened her paranoia. As the afternoon turned into evening, the drunker she got, the worse her temper became as well. She screamed all kinds of obscenities at me, accusing me of getting into her liquor. No matter how many times I tried to tell her it was her dickhead boyfriend and not me, she just wouldn’t listen. A sane and sober Belinda would have known I never touched any kind of alcoholic beverage, especially at that young age. However, that person didn’t exist that day; she ranted at me, blamed me, and her boyfriend sat back and simply smirked at me the whole time, as though enjoying the trouble he was causing me.
Sick of being yelled at, I screamed that she was crazy and turned to get away. Instantly, she started attacking me with the sledgehammer she kept by the front door for protection from any dealers coming to look for their money.
She slammed me with the heavy tool three times in the lower belly, my screams of pain did nothing to deter her from teaching me a lesson. She always believed I was the one at fault, my birth the reason my father never stayed with her, and why she had such a shit life. What really happened never concerned her, the real reason he left was because of her, she hadn’t made it in life because she was always looking for an easy way, a rich man to look after her. The only excuse that made sense to her was having me ruined everything for her.
Thankfully, Jason’s father Craig, heard my screams and came running. He broke in the front door and knocked
mum away from me relieving her of the heavy weapon. He and Sheila rushed me to the hospital and waited there for me during the surgery. Sheila stayed in my room with me until I was released. They were more like parents than my own ever had been, my father I didn’t know, my mother I wished I didn’t know.
We were getting way off track, the night was taking the wrong direction, we needed to revive the earlier passion before everything went pear-shaped.
“I promise to tell you later. But for right now, I want to feel your hands on me, your lips, your tongue and definitely this part.” I grinned distracting him by boldly cupping his still hard bulge through his jeans.
He hissed, closed his eyes for a second, then placed his hand over mine, stopping me.
“Promise?”
Smiling at my victory, I nodded. “Absolutely. Anything you ask I will answer.” I promised him, hoping the matter was forgotten at least for now. The fact that I had to tell him that chances of me ever having a baby were close to none broke my heart. Jason deserved to be a dad, to have the chance to take his own baby home from the hospital and experience everything that went with it.
Pushing aside the melancholy, I looked at Jason through hooded eyes. His gaze was virtually eating me up and it was then I remembered I was standing there only in my white cotton bra. It wasn’t sexy by any stretch, the unoriginal design was humdrum at best, but the desire in Jason’s blue eyes made my nipples pebble beneath the cups.
“Well then, I better catch up with you,” Jason growled, shaking his leather cut from his shoulders and setting it down on the blanket box behind him, quickly ridding himself of his black tee, leaving me with the most perfect sight of his naked chest.
“Wow,” I breathed taking in his six pack. His chest was bare of any hair, not that I would have minded hair, it wouldn’t have deterred from the magnificence that was all him, but I had to say I was impressed with the expanse of his well-defined muscled abs and pectorals.
“The only thing wow here is you sweetheart,” Jason panted, inching his hands from my waist to my breasts. Sucking in a breath, I stared down at his hands as he cupped the small mounds then pushed his fingers under the material and sensually fingered my nipples.
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