She held the intensity he knew was in eyes.
He was going to be sick. The storm of jealousy and sharp possessive rage was turning his stomach. Fucking hell.
She blinked her big brown eyes at him. "None, Jake. I've been at school like a good little girl and—Jake!"
He leaned down, gripped the sides of her jeans and tossed her onto the bed.
She righted herself as she backed into the thin headboard. "What are you doing? We haven't come to an understanding here."
He stripped off his t-shirt. "Fuck understanding." He kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. "I understand everything I need to." He crawled onto the bed. "Get naked." He grabbed her ankle and pulled her beneath him. "Right fucking now."
*****
Jake had been dry for months without Marianne, and the weeks of dry humping his fist only made him more sexually aggressive now. He'd been a rough bull yesterday after finding her with his brother, and no matter how innocent the scene, fear, anger and dark possession had gripped him. He’d lost control and went at her without much restraint, driven to dominate and come hard inside her body.
Tonight he wanted to be better, keep himself together and make it unbelievably good for her.
"Babe," he tugged down her jeans and tossed them behind him. "You and I are going to reconnect." He slid his hands between her thighs before running them over her body and pulling her t-shirt up and off. "Right here, right now, and all night." He moved his big hands around her lace-covered tits, sliding his thumbs into the material and across her hardening nipples.
"Oh yeah, babe." He tugged the bra cup aside and licked at one delicious bud.
"Jake…" she moaned and arched to his mouth.
His dick tightened in response, making his jeans restrictive and uncomfortable, but he wasn't taking them off. Not fucking yet or it'd be all over. He'd be in her and fucking her hard and he wasn't doing that so soon again. This time he planned to make it last.
He clicked open the front clasp of her bra and smiled at the way her tits bounced into his hands. He immediately covered one and sucked the nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue until she undulated beneath him and moaned.
He switched sides when she ran her feet along his calves then wrapped her long legs around his waist. He pushed away the temptation to settle between her thighs and pulled his lips slowly off her breast. He rested on his elbow and traced a line down to her navel and around his embedded diamond.
"You have no idea how hard I get every time I see this in you." He replaced his fingers with his tongue before licking his way down to the lace tip of her panties. "Off—" He tugged down the thin scrap of material revealing what he was really after.
He parted the thin folds of her skin and inhaled. "Mine." He dipped his head and easily found her nub.
"Ahhh…" She gripped his head and moaned his name exactly the way he'd heard in his mind for the last two months. He licked and pulled at the nub, slid his tongue between her skin and pressed his thumbs just above her pubic bone until she writhed and moaned his name in a steady chant.
"Fucking beautiful," he said against her skin. He lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, giving him deeper access, and her more intense pleasure.
She lifted her hips to his mouth. "Jake… so good… you are so… soooo good." She held his head and undulated against his lips.
"Oh yeah, baby… tell me… tell me more." He pushed his tongue into her weeping opening, making her arch and sigh again.
"Oooh… Jake. Only you… it's always you."
He smiled and slid his tongue in and out of her body, building her heat, making her moan and sigh and so fucking wet he started to grind himself on the bed.
Fuck he couldn’t take much more.
"Inside me… Jake. I want you inside of me…"
"Uh-uh." He kept at her with long strokes, tonguing her pussy—his pussy—until he knew she was going crazy.
"Please… Jake, please…" She started to beg. He slowly slid out his tongue and ran it around her nub before unzipping his pants and pushing his aching length inside her.
"Oh God yes… ah—ah—ah…" she chanted in long sighs as he began a nice slow fuck. In all the way, with a hard jam at the end. He loved to watch the way her body reacted and shook with every final buck he delivered. He sat back on his haunches and grasped her hips, increasing his pace into a new rhythm.
"I fuckin' love the way your tits bounce when I fuck you." He crawled over her so her tits rubbed and bounced against his chest.
Fuck. His dick swelled inside her.
"Really?"
He held her face with his hands. "Fucking absolutely. I'd see them in my mind whenever I humped my bed." Did he really just admit that?
She hung onto his neck and kissed him deep, her tongue going right to his as she lifted her hips and banged him harder. "Talking to me like that… telling me that… you're going to make me… come… Jake, you're making me—"
"Not yet." He pulled out of her and flipped her over. He dug into his jeans pocket then forced his pants to his knees. He pulled up her hips and pressed his hard length between her ass cheeks as he laid his body over her back. "I've been waiting to feel this. Me between your ass. That beautiful ass squeezing me." He slid himself along her cheeks, pushing and pulling long slides within her crack.
Ohhh fuck he missed this. Wanted this. Dreamed about fucking this.
He slid himself back one more time, then slid inside her pussy, deep and to the end so his balls rode against her soft lips. This was what he wanted. This was—fuck. He stretched himself out, knees digging into the mattress, hips snug and intimate on her ass, his chest to her hot skin, his arms along hers, his fingers curling through hers.
"Say you'll marry me, Marianne." He slid the 2.5 karat, round cut diamond ring onto her finger.
"Wh—what?" She froze and watched his fingers work the platinum ring onto hers before he slid his hand back to reveal the stunning diamond. He flattened his hand over hers, his fingers through hers. She bucked up against him, but he had her securely trapped down beneath him. He ran his other hand along her side, then pressed them between her body and the bed, and spread his hand over her pussy.
"Say yes—" he stroked her nub.
"Oh God, Jake… Jaaake," she moaned and squirmed against his hand, making his balls fill to capacity and his dick swell almost painfully.
"Feel that baby?" he pressed into her. "You move, I get harder. You want me to fuck you with this?" He curled his fingers around hers, reveling in the feel of his ring on her finger. He used his other hand to stroke at her nub, his thumb to press up into her g-spot.
She flooded around his dick. "That’s it," he cooed as her pussy quivered and contracted around him. "Say yes and I'll fuck you, stroke you, bring you to such a good fucking end you'll never—"
"That's… un… fair—Jake!" she panted then squealed when he pressed her nub between two of his fingers.
He stroked her with his thumb and leaned into her ear. "Don't fucking care what's fair. You are mine. I want you to stay mine. I'll do whatever I have to do to see it done." He circled his hips and ground into her as he spoke.
"Ahh… Jake…" She wriggled beneath him and moved in the way he guided. She curled her fingers around his every time she pressed down into his hand then up into his hard dick, straining in her attempts to steal her release.
"Say yes, baby. Say you'll marry me." He bucked his hips into her now in a demanding rhythm, circles that pressed her clit between his fingers until she shivered and pulsed, quivered and built until—
"Oh God Jake—yes. YES!"
He smiled as she quaked out of control.
"I'll marry you. I will. I'm already yours." Her clit pulsed between his fingers, and he kept the pressure on her g-spot until she whined and screamed his name.
"Fuck. I love the way you shake in my hands." He gripped her shaking fingers around his before he rose to his knees. Taking her with him, he never broke th
e intimacy of their connection. She still pulsed around him when he pulled her hips back then slammed into her as he'd been waiting to do. She was so hot and wet as she came down from her climax, he started hammering into her like an animal in rut, unable to stop until his balls rose up and unleashed his seed inside her in long thick ropes.
It had been too long, and the wait too hard, and she had finally said yes. He fell against her, totally replete, his eyes locked on his ring on her finger as he pulsed and jerked inside her body.
He stayed there for long moments, inhaled huge breaths, as they both panted and came down. He pressed against her to lie down, but kept his length inside, reluctant to withdraw from her heat.
"Fucking love it here. Don't want to leave here," he whispered the admission against her ear as he massaged the abrasions his pubic hair had made on her skin when he rode her. "You're going to wear more of my marks here."
She wriggled herself from around him and turned over. "I love your marks." She stretched out beneath him and reached up to his face. He readily went down to her waiting body. He lay half over her with his head on her shoulder, his dick still twitching against her thigh.
"Oh no you don't," she stroked his back with her soft hand. "We need rest."
"Gimme five minutes and I'm ready to be inside you again."
"You're a wild man." She lifted her hand and stared at his ring. "This is… way too beautiful, Jake. My God…" she blinked at it.
"I wanted it big enough for every man to see and know to back the hell off."
"Well," she continued to admire it, mesmerized, "mission accomplished." She looked back at him then pressed her soft mouth to his hard lips. "You know you didn't have to torture me to get me to say yes. I've had a lot of time to think since you've been gone, and wouldn't have turned you down again."
"Fuck that," he deepened the kiss she'd started. "I wasn't going to take the chance." He kissed her hard, again and again.
"You and me," she sighed, and played with his hair. "We belong together I guess."
"You bet your sweet ass we do." He reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks.
"And all this time… apart and wasted. I should have told you, before you left."
He moved over her and slid his ready length inside her again. "You don't have to tell me anything anymore. Just show me. Show me how much you want to be my wife."
And she did. Over and over. All night long.
*****
Jake buttoned his jeans and pulled open the door to Henry, standing there with paper travel cups of coffee in an Eco Green holder.
"Thanks." He grabbed one as his brother crossed the threshold. "Any word?" He tasted the steaming liquid. Exactly how he liked it. Super-hot and black. Maybe the little shit wasn't so bad after all.
"Yeah. About ten minutes ago." Henry dropped the cardboard tray onto the night table and pulled out his own cup. "They'll be here sooner than later. Their president, Jingle, was on his bike, and by the sounds of it had a friggin’ cavalry with him."
Jake frowned and looked pointedly at Marianne's sleeping form.
"Sorry." Henry chuckled and slurped his coffee. "Guess you wore her out."
"Shut the fuck up."
Henry shrugged. "Sheesh. Here I thought after the marathon I heard you two having last night you'd be all mellow this morning."
Jake pointed to the door. "I'll be out in five." He set down his coffee and pulled on his t-shirt.
Henry shuffled back to the door and pulled it open. The roar of motorcycle engines filled the air. He looked back at Jake. "Guess it's sooner."
Jake grabbed his boots and picked up the back pack. He nudged Henry out the door and closed it quietly. Not that these bikers hadn't just woke up the whole motel with their entrance. It was doubtful Marianne was sleeping through this exchange.
The bikers cut the engines on their Harleys’ and sat back on their bikes. Clearly the one out front was their president, Jingle. He as all tattoos, both arms and up his neck until they covered most of his bald head. Sunglasses sat on his pock-marked face, and his black goatee was braided. Nice. He was also carrying. At least two weapons. Knife at his hip. Gun in his boot.
Jake gave the forty-something year old man a chin lift, which was returned.
"You the one that took out my boys?"
"Yeah."
"Prince Charming needed patching up pretty bad."
Marianne snorted from behind him. "Charming, my ass," she muttered.
Jake kept his eyes on Jingle. "He had it coming."
"Uh huh." He took off his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes on Jake. "Military."
"Navy."
"Had a feelin'" The president pulled up his shirt to show a large tattoo on his remarkably maintained abs. "So you're my brother."
Jake pulled up his shirt sleeve to show his own tattoo on his upper right arm. "Looks like."
Jingle nodded behind Jake. "Sweet pea's your woman?"
"Off limits."
He nodded and switched his gaze to Henry. "And you're the little brother."
Henry just blinked like an owl.
The president shook his head. "I got a little brother. Biggest pain in my ass." He nodded at the knapsack. "That my money?"
"Where's my mother?" Henry spoke up.
Jingle nodded to one of the other bikers, who whistled. A bike started up somewhere in the back of the mob before the sound of hysterical shrieking grew with the roar of the approaching bike.
A woman got off from behind the biker and strode to the president. "I cannot say this has been pleasant. I am so not sorry to part your company."
The president lifted the side of his mouth and looked at Henry. "She's a real piece of work."
Jake tossed the money at Henry before his brother ran over to his mother.
"Are you okay?" Henry shoved the knapsack at the biker and took his mother's hand.
"No, I am not okay. Look at me! I just spent the better part of a day on the back of that thing and…"
"Mom—it's okay—it's okay—" Henry kept repeating as he led her into his room and closed the door.
The biker unzipped the bag then nodded at his president.
Jingle nodded at Jake then lifted a hand and made a circle in the air with his finger. They started up their bikes and circled out of the lot. In a roar of engines, they were gone.
Jake turned to Marianne, who watched the bikers round the corner and pull onto the highway. She pursed her lips and looked at him. "I could have done that you know." She turned and went back inside the room.
Jake just shook his head and followed.
THE END
Bonus Story 18 of 40
In the League of His Own
Samantha Banks stood impatiently in line, waiting with her poster nervously rolled up in her hand and a blue marker. She’d been standing in the line for almost an hour since the football players had come out of the locker rooms after the last game of the season. Her team had lost, but it didn’t matter. Blake Stemmons was less than ten feet away. It wouldn’t be long before she was standing in front of him; close enough to smell his shampoo and look into his ice blue eyes.
She was trembling with anticipation. He looked up at the line, grimaced and looked back down at the sports magazine he was signing for another fan. Samantha watched him look at his phone, scowling again and sending a quick text between fans. He smiled and talked to each person, but his actions were forced.
More than once, she caught him looking up at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. She smiled, feeling like a million bucks but also feeling a little self-conscious. The room was full of blonde haired, blue eyed bombshells in high heels and plunging necklines.
The woman at the autograph table was one such woman. Her mini skirt rode up, revealing the bottom curve of her ass cheeks as she bent all the way over so Blake could hear whatever she had said over the crowd of people gathered in the large breezeway.
Whatever she’d said, Blake winked at her, handing her back her maga
zine before looking to the next person waiting for his autograph.
Samantha was getting excited. Only four people ahead of her and it would be her turn to be in the presence of greatness. To get a chance to shake his hand before he signed her poster. Maybe even a hug, though she doubted it.
The next woman sauntered up and once again, Samantha felt out of place. She was wearing her most flattering jeans and dark brown, mock-riding boots that came up over her jeans and stopped just below her knees. A sleeveless, bright yellow blouse that ruffled slightly in the front and made her eyes appear an even darker green than they were. Her chocolate hair fell in its normal loose ringlets around her face, framing her pert little nose and its smattering of freckles perfectly.
Or so she’d been told. She’d spent most of her teenage years trying to cover up them up, but had given up long ago. It had been a pointless waste of money and no foundation she’d found had come close to concealing them entirely. She had a glowing, even complexion, and she’d tossed most of her makeup, sticking to a swipe of mascara and a tinted lip moisturizer.
Her look was best described as minimalist, but in this sea of princesses, she felt decidedly frog-like.
There was only person between her and Blake. Samantha rubbed her hands down her pants one at a time, making sure they weren’t sweaty. She was so nervous. She’d never been this close to Blake Stemmons and she was feeling especially nervous.
The leggy blonde sauntered up to Blake, casually pulling her shirt to the side, offering her breast for his autograph. Blake smiled and Samantha saw him mouth “no thank you”. He pulled a headshot from the stack to his left and signed it, handing it to her before quickly picking his phone up and scowling at the latest message.
Samantha smiled at him when he made eye contact, and she took a step towards the table, trying to walk carefully so she didn’t trip over her own feet.
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