by Jessie Cooke
“Take these clothes off, baby, they're in my way.” Kimber didn't question him. She stood up and with a foot on either side of his legs, she did a sexy striptease for him, peeling each piece of clothing off slowly, turning around backwards when she slid off her jeans, and then facing him once more as the sexy little thong she wore slid down across her silky thighs and hard calves. As soon as she was stripped bare, he sat up and took hold of the cheeks of her butt, pulling her back down so that her pussy was right over his face. He inhaled her sweetness before pulling her down even further so that sweet, soaking-wet pussy was sitting right down on his face. He brought his tongue out and licked the swollen lips, and then between them, and then he let it slide up inside of her, moving it in and out while she moaned and rocked into him. He loved the way she tasted...the way her warm, wet juices coated his tongue. His nose was pressed hard against her engorged clit while he fucked her with his tongue and even when it seemed like she couldn't take any more, he didn't stop sucking and licking. With a loud cry and a call of his name her body went rigid and he could not only feel the rush of her orgasm, but he could taste it. He loved making his girl come.
“Jesus Jig...fuck...” She collapsed for a few seconds, taking some deep breaths until she was able to breathe normally. Her thighs were shaking as she climbed off his face. She sat looking down at him for several minutes with a sexy look of lust and awe in her eyes before finally saying, “Your turn, take off those clothes...they're in my way.”
12
Kimber watched as Jigsaw stripped off his jeans. God...he's so fucking perfect. Kimber never dated much as a teenager. She was always afraid that people were going to find out what a shitty home-life she had. Then when she was traveling, she was always too busy focusing on survival. But the men she did date and the few she did sleep with...didn't even make the same weight class as Jigsaw when it came to the looks department. She loved looking at him, and she loved touching and feeling him. But what amazed her the most about him was that he was every bit as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside.
Jigsaw stood over her, gloriously bare now and she reached up, placing her hand on his thigh, next to his throbbing, hard cock, but not touching it. She used her nails and lightly ran them down his leg to his knee before bringing up her other hand and doing the same on the other side. He groaned each time she got close to his cock, tracing her nails gently all around it, making it twitch without actually ever touching it. She did that until he looked like he was about to implode and then finally she let her right hand grasp his cock and she wrapped her fingers and palm around it, tightly. His head dropped back and his mouth fell open as she began to stroke him, slowly at first from base to tip, letting her thumb play in the moisture there and using it to lubricate her palm as she began to stroke faster, and harder.
Jigsaw was moaning and he reached down and grabbed her head, fisting his hands in her hair, tangling his fingers up in it. She stuck out her tongue and when it made contact with his hot skin she felt his entire body shake and his posture changed like his knees were weak. That was when she let go of him and lay back on the blanket. Jigsaw dropped down to his knees and tried to push open her legs, but that wasn't what she wanted...yet. She kissed his lips and then using her arms to push against the ground, she wiggled down underneath him until that thick, rigid cock was right over her face.
“Oh damn, baby.” He groaned as she licked him from tip to base. When she licked back up, she opened her lips and took the head of his cock in between them. He groaned again and with one hand he scooped up her head, holding her up so that she could take more of him into her mouth. With the other hand, he reached down behind him and found her wet, hard clit. She loved the way he felt in her mouth and the way he tasted, but mostly she loved how turned on he got when she went down on him. Even so, it was hard to concentrate with what he was doing to her excited pussy. He rubbed and stroked her clit, pinching and pulling at it lightly and driving her to the brink of madness. Meanwhile she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could while he flexed his hips, ramming it in and out, fucking her mouth, making her take more and more until it filled up her throat. Being with him was always so passionate. There was never any half-ass when it came to their lovemaking, and that was one of the things she loved so much about it. They took what they wanted...what they desperately needed from each other and it was explosive.
He didn't miss a beat with his strokes into her mouth, even as his fingers danced across her clit and slid up and down her drenched lips. She was moving her hips up and down but when she felt the tip of his finger at her opening, she pushed up all the way on the heels of her feet so that he could reach further inside of her. She wanted him there...she needed him there. She had her eyes almost closed but through the slits she could see the shadow of his gorgeous face. She saw him smile wickedly just before shoving two fingers up inside of her. She cried out his name around the massive cock that was still in her mouth and she dug her fingernails into the flesh of his thighs. Those fingers were now thrusting in and out of her, harder, faster...she was on the edge of an orgasm that threatened to make the earth shake...just as he pulled them out and then pulled his hips back so that his cock fell out of her mouth with a loud “pop.”
“I don't want to come in your mouth, baby. I want to come inside of you where it's warm and wet.” His words only made her wetter and when he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them and then moved his body down so that his cock was settled over her pussy...and he kissed her...she felt like she might go mad. She pushed her hips up again, silently begging for him to fuck her. He let his hard cock slide up and down across her mound until she had to break out of the delicious kiss and say,
“Please baby...”
He smiled again. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me. I need you inside of me. I feel like I'll die without it. Please...” She trailed off because he didn't wait for the rest of it. He lined himself up with her hot, wet pussy and slid into her. She was so wet that he went in easily and they both cried out when his hard cock filled her up. She spread her legs open and lifted them up off the ground. Jigsaw took hold of one of them and rested it on his shoulder. His strokes were rhythmic, but lazy and slow. Kimber needed more. She needed it harder and faster...she needed it all. She grabbed his ass with both of her hands and urged him to go faster...to fuck her harder, and he obliged.
She let go of his butt and moved her hands up to link them around his neck and then she used them as leverage to raise and lower her hips to meet his with every delicious thrust. She was loud, and probably scared the woodland animals away if there were any around, but she didn't care. She wanted to scream from the roof tops about how good this man made her feel...how much she loved him. She opened here eyes when she felt the orgasm taking over. He was looking down at her with love and lust in his own. She held onto him as tightly as she could as he pounded into her with so much force that it rocked every part of her. Then suddenly the dam burst and overflowed and the ground underneath her...hell, the whole mountain began to shake. Jigsaw smiled down at her and then a look of ecstasy took over his face and with a loud, sexy growl she felt him release inside of her. They gripped onto each other like the other was a life raft and they were drowning until the waves of pleasure settled into a deep sense of satisfaction and warmth. Kimber extracted her fingers from their hold on his neck and dropped down to the blanket on her back. Jigsaw lowered her shaking leg and softly kissed her lips before lying down next to her. For the next several hours they just lay there, entwined in each other's arms and legs, listening to the other one breathing and the sounds of nature around them. They were both lost in their own thoughts, but neither of them had to speak them out loud to know they were the same. No matter what happened, or what it took, neither of them were going to give up what they had without a fight.
The sun was going down by the time they got to the bottom of the mountain. Kimber hadn't looked at her phone since that morning when she'd sent
Natalie a text that had simply said, “Something came up, we won't be able to make it today. Will call you soon.” As soon as they were back in a spot where she could get service, the phone beeped. She looked at it and saw a text from her sister that said,
“Hey, what's going on? Vince heard that Marcus got a call from Dax Marshall? Is something up? I thought you were just coming for a visit.”
Vince was the name of her sister's new old man and Marcus was the president of the Knightriders. Kimber knew what Dax called Marcus about, but she wondered why her sister's text seemed to have a slightly paranoid tone to it. What was she worried about? What did she suspect was going on? Kimber was becoming more and more worried about Jig going to New Jersey.
“Hey, who was the text from?” Jigsaw carried the picnic basket into the club and held the door open for her. As she passed him, she held up the phone so he could see the text. He read it, furrowed his brow and said, “No offense baby, but she sounds a little paranoid.”
“I know, right? Maybe we should show this to Dax?”
“Yeah, I'll tell him about it. I have a text from him that he wants to see me up at his house. You want to go up and visit with Angel while he and I talk?”
Kimber was used to life as a woman in a male-dominated MC. She heard what she needed to, or what her lover dared tell her when they were alone and being intimate...but access to the actual meetings and events as they were happening, was not granted to most of the females in the club. Angel was a different story. Most of the time she didn't seem to want to know all that was going on, but when she did, no one dared tell her that she couldn't...not even Dax. Kimber didn't feel the need to know everything and knew she was probably happier in the long run if she didn't. But this involved her too, or that's the way she saw it, so it bothered her that she was being relegated to having tea with the club president's old lady.
“Why can't I go with you to talk to Dax?”
Jigsaw raised an eyebrow as they made their way through the bar area and toward the stairs. He stopped at the landing and said, “You know that's not the way things work, baby. I'll tell you everything, I promise.”
She rolled her eyes and started up the steps. She could hear him following her. When she got to their room she went inside and he stepped in behind her. She waited for him to close the door and then she put her hands on her hips and said, “This is about my life too. You came crashing into it, I fell in love, and now I find out you may have already belonged to my sister. Then I find out you're supposed to be dead and that may mean you’re in danger and now my sister sounds paranoid...”
“Baby...”
“I wasn't finished!” He made a surprised face, but he stopped talking. “So, while the men folk work this out, I'm supposed to sit quietly by and not worry. Maybe Angel and I can swap furniture swatches or talk about what color we like to paint our toenails.” She was on the verge of tears, so she stopped. It wouldn't do much for her cause if she cried, it would only make her look as weak as she assumed the men in the club thought she was.
“Are you finished?” he asked.
She nodded, and Jigsaw dropped the picnic basket and closed the space between them. She was stiff in his arms when he tried to hug her, so he held her back by her shoulders and said, “Look, you and I both know how club business works. Unfortunately, this thing became club business as soon as I involved Dax. You and I aren't going to change the way things work.” He smiled and said, “At least not until I'm president someday.” She rolled her eyes and he went on. “But things between us won't change. I tell you everything...” She cocked an eyebrow and he said, “Okay, fine. I don't tell you everything about club business, but I do tell you everything that involves your life here and with me, baby. I will tell you what Dax says and you will be in on any decisions I make, okay? Good enough for now?”
She sighed. He was right. They wouldn't be able to change things and now wasn't the time to try anyways. “Good enough for now,” she said. “I'm sorry I yelled at you.”
Jigsaw smiled again and this time when he hugged her, she melded into him. “It was kind of hot,” he said. She brought her hand up and punched him lightly in the chest. “Damn baby, stop...you're turning me on.” She ended up laughing and she was still smiling when he left to go see Dax. She promised herself that she'd try to keep the big picture in mind and not sweat the details...but she knew that would be easier said than done. She resisted the urge to call Natalie and prod her for details about Mammoth. She didn't want to do anything that might put Jigsaw in danger, or more danger. Resigned to waiting for him to come back and tell her what Dax had decided, she went into the bathroom and ran herself a hot bath, maybe a soak in the tub would relieve some of the stress that had built up just in the few minutes they'd been back at the club.
13
Dax took Jigsaw into the study when he got to his house and Angel insisted on bringing him something to drink. He settled on iced tea and once she'd left them alone Dax said,
“So, I approached Marcus with a lie. I told him that I'd had a man approach me, asking questions about a guy named Mammoth.”
“What did he say?”
“Marcus is pretty laidback. I couldn't hear anything different in his voice, but he was definitely interested. He wanted to know the man's name, and a description of the guy. I told him that first I'd like to know why this guy Mammoth was so interesting. That's when he told me that Mammoth is dead.”
Jigsaw got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach every time anyone mentioned that. As much as he'd been trying to deny that was who he was...mostly because of the connection to Natalie...he got the feeling that his body was trying to tell him differently. “Did he say how he died?”
“He just said it was an accident on his bike. He was still being all nonchalant about it, but I kept thinking if that was all there was to it, then he would have left it at that, right? But, he didn't. He asked me again who this guy was and what he looked like, and he wanted to know exactly what the guy was asking. You know the one question he didn't ask was the one that made me the most suspicious.”
“And what question was that?”
“Why would someone looking for a guy from a club in Jersey be asking around a different club in Massachusetts? It would have been one of the first questions on my list if the tables were turned.”
“So, you think he knows I'm here?”
“Maybe,” Dax said, thoughtfully. “Or maybe it's Kimber.”
That made the hair on the back of Jigsaw's neck rise. This situation gave him a bad feeling, even if it didn't make a lot of sense. He didn't want Kimber involved at all. “What do you mean? What would Kimber have to do with it?”
“Just the connection. Kimber's the link to our club and her sister to the Knightriders and Mammoth. I might have made him even more suspicious by having y'all cancel your trip out there this morning.”
“So, what now?” Jigsaw asked. His mind was racing. If he had to take Kimber far away from there to make sure she was safe, he would do that, in a heartbeat.
“I put Hunter on it. I want him to find out exactly who Mammoth is...or was, and what happened to him, or what they say happened to him...it's just all a little fishy.” Hunter is a bounty hunter that does a lot of on the side investigative work in his down time. He's an honorary member of the Skulls and although Jigsaw didn't know him well, he liked and trusted him.
“Okay, and in the meantime, what should Kimber and I do?”
“If this was about club business, I'd tell you not to go out to Jersey until we figure this out, or at least get a few more answers. But, since this is about your life and not mine, I'm going to leave the decision up to you. I will tell you though that I think if they're hiding something, Hunter will probably have better luck getting to the bottom of it. If you are this Mammoth guy and they tried to have you killed off...or you ran off for some reason, it might not be the wisest thing to do...just waltzing back in there.”
Jigsaw nodded. On the one hand he was anxious
to know if this guy was him, and what all the mystery was about. On the other, he liked his life in Massachusetts, with the Skulls, on the ranch...and especially with Kimber. He wasn't sure he wanted any of it to change. “I'll wait a bit and see what Hunter turns up,” he said.
“Good. Meanwhile I'll have you work here on the ranch. There's a lot to be done at the hole still.”
“Okay.” Jigsaw was curious about something else, “Can I ask what you told him the guy's name was?”
Dax smiled. “Carl Marsh.”
Jigsaw laughed, nervously. “Oh shit!” Dax laughed too. Carl Marsh was a piece of shit arms dealer that had very recently screwed over the Skulls. He'd sold them a bunch of guns that turned out to come from a break-in at one of the sheriff department's storage buildings where they kept surplus from the evidence room. The sheriff thought it was an inside job because no one was supposed to know about it other than the brass over at the station, until one of the prospects, a kid named Poe, got stopped on a routine traffic stop and had one of the guns on him. The traffic stop ended up turning into a charge of breaking and entering and grand theft...Poe, dubbed that by Dax, because the kid's mother had named him Edgar Allen, was still sitting in county jail. He was waiting to go to court and that mess had caused the ATF to heat up their investigation of Dax and the ranch. It was the kid's first arrest and Dax had been in a foul mood over it for weeks. So foul that Jigsaw was surprised Carl was still alive to set up. But the only part of Dax's personality that matched his brilliance was his patience.
