Freedom (Featherstone Academy Series Book 5)

by KC Kean

  Aiden: Luna has convinced Jess to try and go on a bike ride with you. Wake the fuck up, man.

  Maverick: Take the thing!

  Diving from the bed, I shower as quickly as possible. Dressing in a pair of black fitted jeans and a tight grey t-shirt.

  I follow the sound of everyone’s voices, which leads me into the kitchen. They can’t have been awake much longer than me since they’re all sitting eating pancakes.

  Jess’s eyes instantly find mine as I approach the table. She’s sitting between Aiden and Maverick, as Luna and the Aces sit facing them. A free spot only available at the end.

  “Take my seat,” Aiden murmurs, rising from his chair. “I’ve finished anyway, and I want to shower.”

  I murmur my thanks as he kisses Jess on the forehead and vacates his spot. Falling into the chair beside Jess, I instantly rest my hand on the back of her chair, stroking along her shoulder as I do.

  “How are you feeling?” She asks, always caring, and it makes me smile.

  “Better now that I’m with you,” I answer, kissing the corner of her mouth as I look her over. She is wearing black leggings and a cream knitted jumper, with no makeup on and her hair tied up out of her face, she looks gorgeous.

  Someone places a plate in front of me, but I don’t catch who since my eyes are locked with Jess’s, holding me captive. I want to bring up what I read in the chats, but I don’t want to overstep.

  “What are you smiling at?” Jess asks, blushing under my gaze, but I just can’t tear my eyes off her.

  “I just love you, that’s all,” I answer, and she blushes even more.

  “They told you, didn’t they?” She murmurs, rolling her eyes.

  “Told me what?”

  She turns her gaze to Maverick, likely glaring at him, but he simply shrugs in response.

  “She’s feeling daring and wants you to take her out on the back of one of the bikes in the garage. It’s not Holly, but it’ll do,” Luna chimes in, and Jess groans.

  Sighing, she finally looks back at me, taking a deep breath before she finally speaks. “So, I obviously have something to show you, and I thought it would be nice if it is just you and me.” Biting her bottom lip nervously, her words trail off.

  “Let’s go.” Standing from the table, I hold my hand out for her to take, but she frowns at me.

  “But you’ve barely eaten anything.”

  “It’s not what I’m hungry for anyway,” I murmur, but it’s not quiet enough as Roman fucking wolf whistles, making Jess even redder in the cheeks.

  Taking my hand, I pull her from the table, my heart beating fast as Maverick tells everyone to shut the fuck up at my eagerness.

  “The keys are in the garage,” Luna calls out, but we just keep moving.

  Rushing into our bedroom, Jess giggles beside me. “Slow down, West.”

  “I’m excited. I’ve never had anyone ride behind me before, and I’m desperate to do it with you,” I admit, pulling her into my arms, and she smiles wide while looking up at me.

  “I’m excited too,” she whispers back, kissing my lips quickly before stepping out of my hold to get her shoes and thick jacket on.

  I feel like I’m walking on cloud nine as we walk into the garage, hand in hand, and I turn the light on.

  “Pick a bike, sunshine,” I offer, nodding at the four motorcycles lined up, and she points to the red Honda, which is almost the same as mine back home.

  Pulling two helmets off the stand, Jess pulls her hair from the bun at the top of her head before I place the smaller one on her. I watch as her fingers feel the helmet and the weight of it on her head, and I love seeing her experience this all for the first time.

  “I’m nervous,” she murmurs, and I pull her hand to my lips.

  “It’s okay to be nervous. If you want to stop at any time, just say. Otherwise, hold on to me tight, and lean with me when we turn, I’ll take care of the rest.”

  She nods with a gentle smile as I slip my helmet on and press the button to open the garage. I feel her eyes track every move I make as I swing my leg over the bike, getting comfortable before offering her my hand.

  Lifting her leg over the bike behind me, she inches forward, her hands wrapping tightly around my stomach, but it’s still not close enough. Reaching my hands behind me, I hold her ass and pull her in closer, so her hips are flush with mine.

  “Ready?”

  “Yeah,” she answers, and I rub her leg encouragingly.

  I don’t know whether she is more nervous about being on the back of the bike or if I’m more worried about whatever it is she wants to show me. Either way, I start the engine and begin to slowly travel to the main road.

  As we near the gate, I check in with her again to make sure she hasn’t changed her mind. “You okay, sunshine?”

  “I think so,” she responds nervously, her hold not as tight as it was a moment ago, but we’re going to have to travel a little faster once we get on to the normal roads, so that might change again in a minute.

  “Tap my leg if you need me to pull over, okay?” I see the helmet bob in acknowledgment, and I pull out onto the road.

  I feel her grip tighten as I expected when the speed increases, but it’s nowhere near the death grip I prepared for. Knowing she wants to show me something, I decide to take the scenic route to a small cove I remember around here.

  I’m thankful the weather is dry for this time of year, and the fifty-degrees temperature is almost like a summer’s day for January, but it all works in my favor.

  I could ride for hours like this. Jess pushed up behind me, trusting me to take care of her as we glide down the windy roads. Close to twenty minutes later, we’re pulling off the main road into a secluded cove lined with trees and little shrubs overlooking the ocean. Not another soul in sight. Perfect.

  Holding my hand out, Jess takes it, lifting herself from the back, but I’m prepared for her wobbly legs more than she is. She stumbles a little as I pull her into my side and step from the bike too. Keeping my arm around her waist, I remove her helmet before my own.

  The smile on her face as I glance down at her warms my heart.

  “That was amazing,” she whispers in awe, and I love that I’ve potentially found something we can both enjoy together.

  “I’m glad you like it, sunshine.”

  Her legs still shake beneath her, so I hoist her up onto the bike sideways, and I don’t miss the moan that passes her lips as I do. Neither of us remotely focused on the pretty view before us.

  “Someone likes the rumble of the throttle between her thighs, huh?” I ask, and she bites her lip seductively as she nods without shame. So. Fucking. Hot. “How about you show me what your little secret is, and maybe I’ll remedy that ache between your legs.”

  Her thighs tighten around my waist as I brace my arms on either side of her, watching as the pulse in her neck beats rapidly, and my cock begs to be buried deep inside her pussy.

  Ever so slowly, her fingers find the zipper of her jacket, taking their sweet ass time to reach the bottom, but I’m frozen in place, unable to speed her up. Lifting the hem of her sweater wordlessly, I can feel her eyes remain on mine, watching for my reaction.

  My hands fist against the bike, itching to touch her but wanting to give her this moment. When she continues to lift her sweater to her chin, my eyes zone in on the fact she isn’t wearing a bra. And that’s when I see it.

  My body stands in complete shock as I spy the new ink that will mark her skin forever. A small red freedom rose, identical to my own, lays nestled perfectly between her breasts, with the stem trailing down to the top of her abs..

  That’s my bloodline. My bloodline emblem tattooed on her skin.

  I feel hot all over as my jaw hangs at her feet. Does this mean?

  Finally forcing my gaze from her skin, I meet her eyes, and she must see the question in my eyes because she nods softly, and I’m overcome with all the emotions she feeds me.

  “Is this real?” I ask, need
ing to hear her words, my hands slowly trailing up her thighs and across her stomach, circling around the ink.

  “Very,” she whispers, capturing my chin and holding me in place. “I love you, West.”

  “Fuck, sunshine.” I fumble around in the inside pocket of my jacket, slowly stepping back a little before dropping to one knee. This should have come first, but the way she gives herself to me so freely makes it hard for me to be mad about the order.

  “West…”

  “Maverick said I should bring this here with me,” I murmur, taking a deep breath. “It was his mother’s.” Her hand covers her mouth, releasing her sweater as a sob bursts from her lips.

  “We want you to be ours, sunshine,” I pause, feeling the true weight of this moment, seeing how beautiful she truly is, inside and out. “And Aiden said I would definitely get a yes if I said forever and always,” I add, and she smiles down at me with tears welling in her eyes.

  Jess nods frantically as I push the ring onto her finger, placing a gentle kiss just above it as it fits perfectly.

  “You are my everything, sunshine. I’m going to take care of you like my life depends on it, miss you like a hole in the head when I’m away, make you smile like it’s my job, and love you so hard you’ll never question it,” I murmur before crushing her lips to mine.

  The fire burning inside of me barely squashes as I give into the need to be as close to her as possible.

  “It’s not real if you haven’t sealed it with your dick,” she moans, her fingers curling into the hair at the back of my neck, desperate for more.

  “Is that so?” I goad, and she nods frantically. “It’s not going to be the romantic and slow experience I want out here. It’s cold, but I need you, so hard and fast it’ll be, sunshine,” I growl against her lips, and she whimpers in agreement.

  Pulling her to stand between me and the bike, she bites at my lower lip as I slide my hand under her leggings, finding her bare beneath them too.

  “You wanted to go for a ride so you could seduce me with your tattoo and tease me with your bare skin, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” she admits moaning as I slide my fingers against her clit, stroking all the way down to her entrance to find her wet already.

  “You definitely enjoyed the vibrations, sunshine, or is it the ring that made you all wet?”

  “Both,” she manages to whimper as I thrust two fingers inside of her.

  “I wanted to be able to see you fall apart beneath me, but that would require you taking your leggings off, and it really isn’t warm enough for that. So, I’m going to bend you over this bike, and when we get home, I’m going to have you ride me on my own. Agreed?”

  “Yes, please, god, yes. Just don’t make me wait anymore,” she begs, turning away from me as she leans over the seat of the bike and raises her ass in the air.

  My hands still under her leggings, I pull them down just enough to see her bare pussy. Squeezing my cock through my jeans, I try to gain control of myself before I blow in my pants.

  Dropping back to my knees, I offer no warning as I swipe my tongue over her pussy, making her gasp and she stills under my touch.

  “Please, West. I need you.”

  Deciding to give in to her pleading, I stand behind her, releasing my dick from my jeans. The heat in my hands desperate to be inside of her too.

  Lining myself up at her entrance, I nudge my cock forward, sliding all the way to heaven as my hips touch her ass, as deep as I can get.

  “Fuck, Jess,” I groan, her pussy feels like a dream wrapped around my dick, sending tingles down my spine.

  Slipping from her body, I thrust straight back home again, hard and fast, just like I said.

  “More, I need more,” she begs, making my grip tighten on her waist.

  With every snap of my cock inside of her, she moves closer to the bike until she’s pressed against it fully.

  Desperate to bring her to climax, I flick the key in the bike to let the motor run, the bike standing idly as I fuck her against the seat, and I know the instant her clit feels the rumble of the engine.

  Her head is thrown as a low groan seeps from her lips, and her pussy becomes a vice around my cock as she explodes around me.

  Feeling the edge of my own orgasm approaching, I pull her to stand as I bend my legs slightly. Stroking one hand under her sweater, I feel the raised skin of her new tattoo and keep my hand there as I pull her hand to my chest right where mine sits.

  Like this, connected in every way possible, I allow myself to cum inside of her, my groans heavy as a never-ending wave of ecstasy rushes through my body.

  “We did not think this through, sunshine,” I murmur, slowly slipping from her body and searching for anything that may help us clean up. Lifting up the seat box, I thank the stars for the pack of wet wipes stored in there.

  “I guess we’re not the only ones to ride and fuck,” Jess chuckles beside me, and I grin at the realization too. “Well, whoever it is, we should thank them for their preparation skills.”

  “You do that, sunshine, while I thank Maverick for the heads up.”

  Grabbing her hand, I kiss her ring again before I find her lips.

  Reluctantly we straighten ourselves up, but just as we’re ready to climb back on the motorcycle, an SUV suddenly pulls in beside us, and I know it’s them instantly. Jess freezes until the doors swing open and Aiden and Maverick step from the vehicle.

  “I’m assuming by the smile on our girl’s face she said yes,” Aiden says with a huge smile as he approaches us, and Jess nods frantically, tears welling in her eyes. “It was the forever and always wasn’t it, beautiful,” he grins, not asking but stating a fact, and I can’t help but shake my head at him.

  Before Aiden can get to her, Maverick side-steps him and effortlessly lifts Jess into his arms. Her legs wrap around his waist as Aiden and I watch their every move. Resting his forehead to hers, Maverick whispers something to Jess that I can’t hear, but Jess strokes his cheek gently.

  As if remembering what she’s wearing, Maverick slowly strokes his hand over hers on his cheek, his eyes closing as he feels the rock on her finger. Leaning back to see his mother’s ring on her finger, I watch as the emotions sweep over his face.

  “You never take this off. Ever,” he grunts, in his classic Maverick way, and Jess looks at him with the biggest smile. I hear Aiden chuckle beside me, and it catches me by surprise. I was so engrossed in the two of them I hadn’t realized him coming to stand next to me.

  “You love me,” she states, looking deep into his eyes before turning to look at Aiden and me. “And you love me, and you love me.”

  “Damn straight I do. Especially since Maverick and I will be getting these fancy rose tattoos as well,” Aiden murmurs, squeezing Maverick’s arm as he moves to stand beside them, kissing Jess’s sweet lips.

  “How does it feel to be stuck with Aiden, Maverick, and me, forever?” I ask, moving in closer to them and kissing her shoulder.

  “Like my life is finally beginning,” she breathes against Aiden’s lips.

  I couldn’t ask for anything more. None of us could.

  Jess

  Staring out at the ocean, a thick blanket draped over my shoulders, I let the waves lull me. It’s beautiful here. The scenery and the sound of the waves calm something in my soul I’ve never experienced before.

  Glancing down at the sparkling diamond on my finger, I’m at a loss for words. I was lost in the moment when West placed it on my finger, but out here, I see just how beautiful it is. A large diamond sits perfectly centered as smaller diamonds line the entire band.

  And it was Maverick’s mom’s engagement ring. I can’t explain how much that means to me that he trusts me with something so precious to him.

  Taking a deep breath, I pull the tattered piece of paper from my pocket. My fingers running over the words that have haunted me forever.

  Mother’s rules for Jessica

  1) Be seen and not heard.

  2) Alw
ays dress accordingly – fashion is life!

  3) Avoid carbs and sugary products – make us smile.

  4) Be approachable to men at all times - friendly, and polite. Unless they are a bitch!

  5) Children are an expectation – a beautiful gift.

  6) You are a trophy – and a motherfucking queen!

  7) Excessive body fat is not acceptable – against the law.

  8) Always look to fuck your husbands for guidance.

  I love the adjustments to the haunted list, but even now, I hate looking at it. My hands tremble slightly as I grip both ends of the paper, tearing through the words that have dictated so much of my life.

  I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders as I watch the paper scatter in the wind.

  Refusing to waste any more of my time on my horrible past. My mind wanders to earlier today when I was being fucked over a motorcycle, in broad daylight, out in the open. It was liberating and freeing. Luna and the guys gushed over me when we returned since West sent his thank you text to Maverick, and I’ve never felt happier. All I need now is…

  “Hey, beautiful. Maverick asked me to bring this out to you,” Aiden says from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. Turning, I see him shake Maverick’s phone in my direction, and my heart drops.

  Oh my god, please let that be—

  “Hey, pumpkin,” my father murmurs as I take the phone from Aiden and realize I’m on a video call.

  Seeing my dad staring back at me with a smile on his face as he lays in bed leaves me speechless. He’s alive. His face is a little battered and bruised, but he’s breathing, and he’s safe.

  West told me he had cuts and burns all over his body. Apparently, they enjoyed terrorizing him, and it makes me sick to my stomach.

  A sob breaks past my lips as my trembling fingers lift to my mouth. My eyes squeeze shut, tears instantly streaking down my face as my emotions overwhelm me.

  It wasn’t all for nothing.

  “It’s okay, beautiful. Take a minute,” Aiden murmurs as he wraps his arm around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder as he silently comforts me.

  “Don’t cry, pumpkin. Everything’s okay,” my father adds, but I can hear the emotion in his voice too, like he can’t believe he’s here.