Exposed: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Fury Riders MC)

by Sophia Gray

  “I think… I think I do,” Abby whispered, afraid to confess the truth out loud but also, incapable of resisting it. “I think I really like it.”

  “You like it when you don’t exactly know if you’re in control?” Jagger asked before licking a hot line up and down her neck, into the hollow of her collarbone. “Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t…”

  Abby laughed breathlessly, rolling her hips up to grind into the ever-growing bulge between Jagger’s legs. “I could walk out whenever I want. I could just leave you here alone, playing with yourself…”

  “Nah, you won’t do that, will you, baby?” Jagger murmured, digging his nails in harder than before as he pushed his hands down to her covered ass. “You’re a good girl. You like to help people. You want to make me feel good. Don’t you?”

  “It makes me feel nice,” Abby admitted. “Getting you off. I want to do it again.”

  “I might be able to help you out with that,” Jagger said before nibbling lightly on the tip of her ear.

  Abby moaned at the warm wet sensation of Jagger’s beautiful mouth, arching her back as he moved to suck on her neck and the top of her back.

  “Yeah, you’re a good girl,” Jagger said again, murmuring into her skin as he traveled down her back, licking away her sweat. “You’re so good for me.”

  She whined a little under her breath, embarrassed at the noises she was making. But goddamn, she just couldn’t help herself. She had no control in this situation, and that terrified her and thrilled her at the same time. Jagger’s hands remained on her ass, massaging her flesh through the fabric of her pants. His mouth slid over her back, nibbling at the outlines of her bones, until he hit the hem of her pants, pulling at them with his teeth to drag it away from her body. He traveled south, still gripping the pants with his mouth, eventually pulling them down to her knees before letting them go. Abby giggled a little, goosebumps raising on her thighs as Jagger dragged his hands down over the skin of her legs.

  “Can you take your clothes off, too?” Abby whispered, trembling a little as Jagger licked the gap between her thighs, stopping short of her underwear. “I want to feel you.”

  Jagger pulled away from her body, and for a second, Abby was afraid that she’d pissed him off somehow by bossing him around, but then he returned. Abby couldn’t see anything, her head still shoved deep into the pillow, but she could tell he was completely naked, his hard cock bobbing up against her clothed ass.

  “Is that good?” Jagger murmured, giving biting kisses to the insides of Abby’s thighs. “Do you like feeling me like that?”

  “Yes… Yes, I love it,” Abby whispered, feeling beads of sweat appear all along her hairline. “Please, baby.”

  “Please, what?” Jagger asked, smacking the left side of her ass before squeezing it hard between his fingers.

  Abby groaned and backed her ass up eagerly into Jagger’s hands. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me, please, please, I need it. I need it, please,” she rambled, jerking her hips back and forth, away from Jagger, back toward him, rubbing her ass up against his dick.

  “How bad do you need it, baby?” Jagger mumbled near her ear, licking down her neck before biting down on a sensitive spot, causing Abby to nearly jump off the bed in surprise.

  “Ughhhnnn, ohhh, I need it badly. Really fucking badly. I’m dying for it, please, please give it to me, I’m ready, I’m so wet, I’m so fucking wet, I’m dripping for you already,” Abby said in a rush, spreading her legs further apart as Jagger reached around her waist to slide a hand down the front of her underwear.

  “Mm, yeah, you are ready,” Jagger murmured, sticking his fingers in between her lower lips. He leaned forward, dropping his head to her shoulder, fiddling around with the angle until his index finger found her wet hole, slipping inside just a little bit. “Yeah, so fucking tight and ready for me.”

  “What are you… What are you going to do?” Abby stuttered, her breathing already labored as Jagger pumped his finger in and out of her.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” Jagger whispered, growling into her ear and biting down on her collarbone, sucking hard until Abby squealed. He pulled back and admired the deep purple mark he’d left behind, right before he began thoroughly fucking her with his finger, pushing in and out and brushing around in circles to find her pleasure spots inside of her cunt.

  Without warning, Jagger pulled out of her and yanked her underwear down to her knees, tangling them together with her pants before pulling them both to her ankles. Abby heard the crinkling of foil as Jagger sheathed his cock with a condom. The next second, she felt a blunt hardness press at her hole, slowly but firmly pushing inside, spreading her out wider than she’d ever thought possible. “Uggggh, God!” Abby cried out, bearing down on the cock.

  “Too much?” Jagger asked, and she could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t teasing her. He genuinely wanted to check that everything was okay.

  “No, no— More, give me more,” Abby said, lifting her head out of the pillow to gasp for air. She braced her weight on her arms and knees, digging her joints deep into the mattress as Jagger began to sink deeper into her pussy.

  “Like that? Huh?” he asked before licking a long line down from the middle of Abby’s neck to her upper back.

  Abby nodded furiously to answer his question, wanting to give him as much positive reinforcement as possible. When Abby inhaled, desperately panting for oxygen, she could smell the thick scent of sex in the air. She could smell him, more clearly than ever before. He had this heavy, distinctive scent, almost smoky. It filled up her lungs, and she imagined that her blood cells were carrying tiny particles from his body to every fiber of her being. She wanted him inside of her, as deeply as possible. She never wanted to let go.

  Without warning, Jagger pushed all the way in, grunting as his pelvis collided with Abby’s ass. “Oh, Jesus, fuck,” Abby moaned, rocking back on her knees to get him in as deep as he would go. “Jesus, fuck, baby, shit, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, God,” she whimpered helplessly, bouncing back and forth on his cock to start up a rhythm.

  Jagger chuckled behind her, reaching forward to grab a fistful of her hair. He didn’t pull on it, though. Somehow, Abby knew that he wasn’t going to hurt her, not even a little bit. She bent her neck back to give him more access before turning her head to stare at him through the messy strands of her hair that had fallen into her face. A huge smile spread over his face, his eyes twinkling brightly like stars in the middle of a pitch-black night. The sight of it made Abby feel even warmer than she already was, a smile threatening to split her face in two as she looked at Jagger’s gorgeous body. She rocked back harder on his cock, feeling his thick head brush up against her g-spot. “Mm, yeah, baby,” Jagger murmured as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist. “Yeah, you got it. Fuck yourself on my dick, baby. You can handle it. Take it.”

  Abby panted hard for air as she did as she was told, bouncing harder on his cock. After a minute of this, she had to slow down, her muscles burning with exertion. Abby slid her hips back and forth, slowly dragging Jagger’s dick in and out, allowing it to massage all her sacred inner spots. She moved all her weight to one of her arms, freeing up the other to reach down and grab at Jagger’s hand, their fingers intertwining, their sweat mixing together. Jagger’s other hand was on her ass, pulling her back and forth on his dick, which just seemed to slip deeper and deeper inside of her with every stroke.

  “I can do it,” Abby grunted out, flipping her head back to get her sweaty hair out of her face. “I’m fucking tough. I can do it,” she repeated, jacking her hips back and forth faster and faster until her muscles practically screamed in pain. She didn’t care. She was a woman made of iron, at least for the moment, and she wasn’t going to stop for anything.

  “Yeah, baby, fuck yourself, fuck me, do it, baby, yeah,” Jagger moaned, his words becoming more and more incoherent as he shoved himself faster into Abby’s hole. His hand traveled from her ass around to the front of her b
ody, stretching to find her clit, his fingers rubbing it up and down to the rhythm of their hips’ motions.

  “Ahh!” Abby cried out, spreading her legs further apart to allow more of Jagger’s hand on her clit. “Ahh, baby, baby, yes!” She jerked her hips up and down, building a little ball of heat in between her legs that tightened every time Jagger’s cock pushed inside of her.

  “You gonna do it for me?” Jagger asked softly, gently kissing the back of her neck even as he jerked her clit harder and faster. “You gonna fucking come, baby?”

  Abby was beyond words, beyond thought. Her pussy was on fire, flames of pleasure licking their way up her entire body. The sensations overwhelmed her, to the point where every single molecule in her body was begging her to shout, to scream out for release. “Ahhhhhnnnn!” Abby groaned, screwing her eyes shut and leaning back until her head touched Jagger’s shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit, ahhhhhhh!”

  Jagger lifted her off his cock, leaving her nearly weeping in desperation before readjusting so that his legs were spread out, creating a perfect space in his lap for Abby. The next second, he slammed her back down, face-to-face this time. He shoved his cock inside all at once, staying still just for a second to allow Abby to become accustomed to the new deeper angle before he began bouncing her up and down. One of his hands found her clit again, licking his lips as she groaned and gripped his shoulders to ground herself. He looked like he wanted to devour her, like he wanted to consume every inch of her body and soul. And Abby wanted to give it to him.

  “I’m gonna—I’m fucking gonna…” Abby trailed off, her panting lungs overcoming her speech.

  “Yeah? Yeah, baby?” Jagger said before he smashed their mouths together, their tongues pressing up against each other roughly. “You gonna fucking come on my cock?” he mumbled into her mouth.

  Abby could only nod before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck, suppressing the humiliatingly loud noises that kept leaving her mouth. “I’m gonna do it,” she mumbled into Jagger’s skin, and she realized that she was talking more to herself than to him. She needed to know that she could do it again, that she wasn’t just a one-trick pony. She needed to come. She needed to explode. She needed to be shattered and reassembled all over again.

  She dug her nails deep into Jagger’s back, relishing the groan he emitted as a response, and bounced harder on his lap, pushing forward so that his fingers pressed against her clit with more pressure. “Baby, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna fucking do it. Baby, babyyyy, babyyyyy……yes!” She slammed her palms hard against his back, shoving their bodies as close together as possible while her cunt spiraled into spasms, an explosion of heat spreading out from her clit to the tips of her fingers to the bottoms of her feet.

  Almost immediately afterward, Abby heard Jagger curse indistinctly, his voice getting higher and more desperate as he fucked her through her orgasm, his thrusts becoming more unsteady with each passing moment. “Abby. Abby, I gotta. I’m gonna come… I’m gonna…” His words trailed off as he moaned, his head falling back as his hips jerked forward roughly, sinking deep inside her as he came inside the condom.

  For a long moment, they just lay there, stuck together by shared sweat, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they panted for precious air. Jagger finally pulled his hips back to remove his cock from Abby’s cunt, taking off the used condom and throwing it somewhere in the vague direction of the trashcan next to the door. He immediately pulled Abby closer, deeper into his arms, dropping kisses on the top of her head as she nuzzled his chest.

  “It’s okay to trust me, you know,” Jagger said. “I know you’re not ready to do that yet. I don’t know if you’ll ever be. But it’s okay if you want to try it out sometime. You can let go. I won’t let you fall.”

  The words touched Abby deeper than she ever could have anticipated. It felt like the skin of her chest had been removed, her bloody, pumping heart vulnerable to Jagger’s burning touch. Abby didn’t know how she could take it. She was strong enough to enjoy an orgasm, finally, but was she strong enough to handle feelings? Emotions? Those were an entirely different kind of challenge, and it wasn’t one that Abby felt equipped to defeat right now.

  So, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she blindly reached up and tangled a hand in Jagger’s hair, rubbing his scalp gently with her nails, trying to communicate through touch how she felt. That was the best she could do. She couldn’t promise him that she trusted him. She didn’t. And who knows if she ever would? Abby didn’t even trust herself. Nothing was going to change that.

  Chapter Six

  Jagger

  When Jagger awoke the next morning, Abby was still sleeping, her legs tangled with his, her hands neatly folded under her face as she frowned in her dreams. He was tempted to lean in, kiss her in the middle of her furrowed brows, and make all the worry dissipate. He didn’t want to wake her. She needed whatever sleep she could get, given how draining her life had been recently between Robert’s death and her apartment burning down, not to mention the fights they’d been having. She needed her rest, so Jagger quietly extracted himself from her grasp and got dressed.

  Before leaving the house, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the kitchen and wrote a note for Abby to read for when she awoke. Honestly, it might have been the most romantic gesture he’d ever done for a woman he was sleeping with. Usually, it was no-strings for him. Well, except for his last girlfriend, Veronica. He’d cared about her, but according to Abby, he cared more about the arsonist than their relationship. Maybe she was right. No matter how much she complained, Jagger never cut back on his hours at the fire station. He wasn’t scared to lose her.

  With Abby, every time he stopped touching her, he was terrified that he’d felt her for the last time. He was sure that he was about to blow it, completely wreck the whole thing just by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. He and Abby seemed to have such short fuses, prepared to blow at any moment. It was a terrible, chaotic combination. Jagger knew there was no way it could work out, but he couldn’t keep himself from imagining things. Things like taking her on a real date, at a nice restaurant. Or taking her on a ride on his bike, out on the open road, where no one could find them. Or making love to her, soft and sweet, on every surface in his house. He knew it would never happen, or at least that the likelihood wasn’t good. The images flooded his brain no matter how hard he resisted. He had to think about it, even if he never got to have it.

  Still, there was a little spring in his step as he left house, still high on the triumphant feeling that came after a particularly strong orgasm. When he went to stick his key in the door, he paused, suddenly conflicted. I should only do one lock today, Jagger thought. The normal one, that can lock and unlock from the inside, too. That way Abby can get out when she wakes up. But then images from the previous day flashed through Jagger’s mind, one after another. Getting shot at by Old Man Bruce. Going to Jacob’s place just to find Abby there. The anger on her face. The rage that Jagger had felt at the fact that Abby had lied to him. It rushed to the forefront of his mind all at once.

  And even though his stomach turned over at the mere thought of it, he realized what he had to do.

  Jagger took out the special key, the one that only unlocked from the outside, for when he was leaving the house for extended periods of time. He secured the front of the house before carefully, quietly walking around the back to secure the back door with another key, a key that only Jagger had.

  He doubted himself a little bit as he walked back toward his car. On the one hand, Abby wouldn’t approve of being locked in his house, he knew. On the other hand, she was in danger and needed to stay out of the way, for her own safety. That had to come first. Anyway, Abby would just have to get used to somebody caring about her, because Jagger had no intention of stopping anytime soon, no matter how unusual it seemed to Abby.

  When it came to love, it was better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. At least, that’s what Jagge
r thought. He could only pray that after everything, Abby would still be capable of forgiving him.

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  Abby

  Abby awoke to the smell of Jagger’s skin, or what she thought was Jagger’s skin, anyway. His scent must have lingered on the bedsheets, because before Abby opened her eyes she reached forward with her hands, trying to touch him. She frowned as she realized that he was gone, having left a cold spot in the bed beside her.

  She bent at the waist, sitting up in bed while still cuddling the bed sheets close to her chest to keep herself warm. There was no sign of Jagger in the room, and when she strained her ears she couldn’t make out any sound in the bathroom or further down the hall that might indicate his presence. After a moment she scanned the room again, searching every detail until her eyes landed on a piece of paper under the alarm clock, right next to the bed.

  Dear Abby,

  I’m sorry I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. You looked way too peaceful sleeping. I couldn’t disturb you. I have to head into work today. Just sleep and relax. There’s plenty of food in the refrigerator and movies for you to watch if you want. I’ll be back around 5. I miss you already.