4
Jett
Lily Gallo.
Bookworm.
Straight A student.
Loner.
That’s how I always thought of her. There wasn’t a day in high school, and even before, when she wasn’t off in a corner, head buried in a book. She pretended like I didn’t exist, and when I tried to get her attention, she’d avert her eyes, tuck a lock of her pretty brown hair behind her ear, and go on ignoring me.
But now…this Lily, the one with short shorts and a tube top standing in front of me, is something else. She’s not looking away but staring straight at me. A small but scared smile hanging on her lips.
“Wow, you look…” The words get lodged in my throat, and I’m suddenly aware of the new hole in my cock. I wince, unable to ignore the pain of the scab and dried blood pulling at my skin.
Her smile falls, and she takes a step back, paling. “I should change.” She covers her body with her hands and bites her lip like she’s ready to burst into tears.
“No. No.” Tamara grabs her by the wrist, stopping her from going anywhere. “Stop it! Babe, you look great. Doesn’t she, Jett?”
I force down the pain, focusing on Lily’s outfit and trying not to focus on the fullness of her breasts or the smoothness of her thighs. Fuck my life. I finally get the nerve to get a piercing, and not only was Lily the one to do it, she’s the first chick to give me wood since she jammed the needle into my cock.
“So fuckin’ good,” I say, but my voice cracks.
She backs up, glancing down at the tile floor. “Really. It’s no big deal.”
“Wait.” I move to her and not gracefully because my fucking dick is killing me. “You really look amazing, Lily. I’m just not used to seeing you look like…” I’m completely and utterly speechless. Something I’ve never been around anyone, especially women.
“What the hell?” a man says behind me, causing me to turn and Lily to cover herself more. “Lily?” He squints, gawking at her from the doorway.
“Mammoth!” Tamara screeches, dropping Lily’s arm and running toward the guy. He takes up the entire entrance. Tall, wide, and mean-as-hell looking. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” Her legs are around his waist, lips on him a second later, kissing him deeply.
“That’s Tamara’s boyfriend,” Gigi tells me, throwing her hand in their direction as the guy gropes Tamara’s ass. “Mine will be here any minute, and then we can jet.” She starts to giggle as soon as she says the final word. “I mean leave.” She laughs louder, covering her mouth. “Why in the world would your parents name you Jett?”
I shake my head, unable to stop my smile. “The real question is, why in the world do you still use the word jet, sweetheart?”
“Wait.” Gigi looks around, and the room is empty except for us four. “Where the hell did she go?”
“Fuck,” I hiss, knowing she ran off. Between my wince and the big brute’s reaction when he walked through the door, we scared her away.
“I’ll be right back.” Gigi smiles and pitches her thumb toward the hallway. “I’ll go check on her.”
I’m in front of Gigi in two quick strides, moving her to the side. “No. Let me. It’s my fault. Let me apologize.”
The smile on Gigi’s face is nothing short of salacious. “Would that include tongue or no tongue?”
“Shut up, weirdo,” I tease, leaving her in the living room with Tamara and her boy toy as they suck each other’s faces off.
“You know you want to play tongue hockey with her. Just admit it already,” she whisper-yells down the hallway, loud enough for me to hear but not anyone else.
“Lily,” I say softly, knocking on the only closed door in the apartment.
“What?” Her voice is strained.
I don’t need to see her face to know she’s crying.
Goddamn it. I’m an idiot. Add it to the long list of shit I can never seem to get right. Being around Lily, I always have the most awkward interactions, and it pisses me off. Any other chick in the world and I’m smooth as fuck, but her…no fucking way.
“Can I come in?”
“No!”
I lean against the door, resting my head on the wood. “Please, Lily. I need to show you something.”
God, this is embarrassing. It was bad enough that I had wood before she pierced me, but this is worse. But I’m taking one for the team or, more specifically, Lily. Whatever I have to do to make her not so sad, I’ll fucking do it. Even if it means embarrassing myself.
She doesn’t open the door, but her voice sounds closer. “What do you want to show me?”
“I’m worried about my piercing.” The words are barely out of my mouth before the door flies open.
“What’s wrong?” Her gaze isn’t on my face but firmly planted on my crotch. “Did you hurt yourself?” Her eyes flicker up, worry written all over her features.
“I don’t know. It hurts like a bitch, though, and I don’t know if there should be so much…” I wince again, catching sight of the swell of her breasts. “…swelling.”
She pulls on my hand, slamming the door as soon as my ass clears the threshold. “Slow down,” I say, walking quicker than I have since the big event yesterday. “I can’t move that fast yet.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip and slows down, her eyes moving back and forth between my face and crotch. “I’m so sorry. Let me see.”
This is not how I ever wanted Lily to see my dick again. Not today and definitely not yesterday. I’d fantasized about her more than once, especially on deployment. Aunt Suzy had sent me some photos from Christmas, and front and center was Lily. I’d jacked off so many times to that photo, it eventually fell apart, leaving me with nothing but my memories.
“I just need to know how much is normal.”
She falls to her knees, hands moving to my zipper.
“Fuck,” I mutter, swallowing down the pain that’s growing as fast as my cock as I touch her hands, stopping her. If she doesn’t slow the fuck down, I’m going to end up in the damn emergency room. I’d always dreamed of her in this position, but never like this. “Wait.”
She peers up, those big blue eyes piercing my soul. “I need to look so I can help. Come on, Jett. It’s me. It’s not like I haven’t seen your penis before.” She snorts.
I curse, dropping my hands to my sides because one way or another, she’s going to get what she wants. The upside? She’s not crying about what happened earlier.
“I’m in some crazy pain. It’s why I made the face out there.” I stare straight ahead, unable to look at her as she unzips my jeans in a flash. “Careful, babe,” I warn because, goddamn, she’s moving so quickly. Under any other circumstances, I’d think she was thirsty for my cock.
“Sorry.” Her cheeks turn pink, and her tongue pokes out, sweeping across her bottom lip. She’s concentrating and being careful, but fuck me if she doesn’t make it all worse. “I’ll go really slow.” She even says the word at a snail’s pace, moving her hands to my waistband even slower.
Torture. That’s exactly what this is. “You can move a little faster.”
“Bossy,” she whispers into my crotch.
“You have no idea, sweetheart,” I tell her, keeping my eyes trained on the wall behind her because, from this angle, all I see is tits. More specifically, Lily’s amazing tits.
My jeans are down around my knees a few painful seconds later, and her hands move to the waistband of my boxers. “You okay?”
I glance down, gritting my teeth. “Just fine.”
“You look pale.”
“My cock, babe. It’s killing me.” I leave out the part that it’s partially her fault. I mean, couldn’t she stay in her khaki pants a few more days and give my dick a break?
Her eyes widen and flash with concern. “That’s not good. Maybe you should lie down so I can get a better look.”
I don’t know why God hates me so much, but in this instant, no one could tell me any different. “I’m fine standing.�
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I don’t look at her anymore. I can’t. Her fingers dip into my boxers, and I close my eyes, thinking of bad shit. The worst kind of shit that gives people nightmares. The worst kind of shit that most certainly won’t give me wood. Especially not Lily’s breasts and ass hanging out of her clothes or in my hands. “Damn it.”
She freezes. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I’m a fucking liar, but there’s no way I can tell Lily how I feel. She doesn’t deserve someone like me. She deserves so much better. I promised myself a long time ago, I’d never sully her. I’d never put my dirty on her pureness. Up until yesterday, I’d planned on keeping that promise.
“So, can I keep going?”
“Take my cock out, Lily.”
I always dreamed about saying those words. Never thought they’d be in a situation like this.
“Right. Your cock.”
There’s something so naughty about her voice when she swears. Something that licks up my spine, making the need to touch her even greater.
I squeeze my eyes shut, going back to all the bad shit. Anything to stop myself from touching her or from looking at her. She’s quick. Her fingertips move gingerly against the bandages until the cool air hits my swollen, angry cock.
“Jesus,” she murmurs. “It’s huge.”
I tip my head back, swearing under my breath at whoever is up there laughing their ass off at my torment. “Is it supposed to be like that?”
She’s not touching my skin, but I can feel the heat of her breath. “I can call my dad and ask. He’d know.”
I almost choke on my own spit as my eyes snap open. “No.” Reaching down, I grab her hands, helping her off her knees. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why?” She gives me those fucking doe eyes. The innocent look she always has. The one that’s always driven me wild. “He’s the most experienced and would know if this is normal.”
“Lily,” I say, trying to smile through my misery. “We can’t call your dad and tell him you’re looking at my dick again.”
She giggles, leaving her hand in my grip. “He’ll understand, Jett. My dad’s super sweet, and he only wants the best for our clients.”
I’m sure he does, but not this client. Not the one who was alone, cock hanging out, fantasizing about his little girl.
There’s a knock on the door. “What’s going on in there?” Gigi asks from the hallway.
My eyes are locked on Lily’s, pleading with her for…I don’t know what. “Don’t open it,” I whisper.
“Stop,” she whispers back. “It’s Gigi.”
“So…”
“Jett’s worried about his piercing!” Lily yells, holding my gaze. “Sorry.”
“Oh shit!” Gigi gasps loud enough that not even an inch of wood can hide the noise. “How bad?”
“I don’t know. Bad, I think.” Lily shrugs as her eyes move to my dick again. “Really red and big.”
I wish she’d stop talking about how big my dick is. I groan. “It’s fine. My dick is fine.”
“Wait!” Gigi yells back. “Mammoth has a Prince. Let me ask him what’s normal.”
“Fucking fantastic,” I mutter, to which Lily giggles.
The sound is so sweet, whatever aggravation I have evaporates. I could never be mad at Lily. She doesn’t have a mean, spiteful bone in her body.
“What’s wrong?” the gruff voice asks, the handle starting to turn.
“Don’t come in!” I yell, rolling my eyes and reaching for my pants with my free hand.
“How swollen were you after your piercing?” Gigi asks him, holding the conversation in the hallway so now everybody knows.
“It was pretty fucking angry for a few days. Totally normal as long as there’s no pus or tons of bleeding,” the guy who’s been sucking Tamara’s face says.
I blow out a breath, feeling relieved that my cock, while huge, is totally normal.
“Just don’t get wood, or you’ll be in a world of pain. Wrap it up tight too. Don’t need that thing swinging around in your pants all day.”
Lily breaks out in a louder fit of giggles. “He sure said it better than I did. I’m sorry.”
Yesterday, when she was going over aftercare and what to expect, she turned a million shades of red, barely able to get the words out. I’d been too busy staring at her pretty face to really listen.
“My dick’s fine. That’s all a man can ask for.”
“Want me to take a look?” the guy asks.
“No. We’re good!” I holler, not wanting an audience.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters before his heavy footfalls move down the hallway, growing quiet.
“No wood for you, mister,” Lily says, trying to be cute and poking me in the chest.
I love her playfulness, but not at the expense of my cock. “Sweetheart,” I whisper and pull in a deep breath, trying to steady my pulse. “Can we not talk about my wood anymore, yeah?”
Her laughter stops, but the smile’s still on her face. “Sure. Not talking about your wood anymore. Got it.”
When her gaze moves to the side, I realize I never let go of her, tethering her to me the entire time. “Sorry,” I say, releasing my grip on her wrist and wishing everything were different.
“Do you want me to wrap it up?” she asks, tucking that lock of hair she always seems to have hanging loose behind her ear. “It would probably be easier if I helped you.”
“I can do it.” My answer is quick, drawing her wounded gaze. “It won’t take me long. Go. I’ll get this taken care of.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I’m sure.”
She smiles for only a moment before it vanishes. She turns toward the door, her tits no longer an issue, but those legs and that ass a bigger one. She glances over her shoulder, catching me soaking her in. “Last chance for me to give you a hand.”
“I’m sure.” I nod, motioning toward the door with my chin. “I got this.”
Her gaze drops, and I’m suddenly reminded that my cock’s out and I’m doing nothing to hide it. “Holler if you change your mind and need help wrangling that back into your pants.”
“Lily,” I warn, on the edge of breaking.
Does she do this shit on purpose? Does she have any clue what she does to me, how she affects me? Maybe she gets a kick out of tormenting me, taunting me with her beauty, and in my current situation, her ability to give me a boner.
She shrugs, but there’s no smile on her face. It’s then I remember why I came in here in the first place, putting my embarrassment aside to make her smile.
“Lily,” I call out before she can open the door.
“Yeah?” She casts her blue gaze over her shoulder.
“You look beautiful tonight. Always so beautiful.”
Her cheeks turn the palest shade of pink as the corners of her mouth turn up. She walks out without saying another word, leaving me with my pants down, cock out, and no hope of satisfaction in sight.
5
Jett
“What are your intentions with our Lily?” the guy with long hair, covered head to toe in tattoos, asks from my side as he nurses a beer and stares at the fire.
I lean back, resting my beer on my leg, glancing from side to side at the two guys I don’t know. “Your Lily?”
“We’re kind of protective of her. Someone has to watch out for her. If not us, then who?” the other guy says, brushing his fingertips across his beard. He’s not glaring at the fire; he’s staring straight at me.
“I’ve known Lily my entire life.” I’m being defensive. I shouldn’t be. She’s not mine and never has been.
“Doesn’t answer my question. What are your intentions with her?” the first guy, the scarier of the two, repeats and grunts like an animal.
“What’s your name again?” I ask, because to have a conversation about Lily requires me to at least know the guy’s name. It’s not an easy talk to have, and for some reason, I feel like it’s her father grilling me and no
t a perfect stranger.
“Mammoth.”
I crack a smile. “You’re shitting me.”
“Don’t listen to his bullshit. That’s his MC nickname. His real name is Saint.”
My eyes widen at that revelation. “Anthony didn’t have an issue with his baby girl dating someone from an MC?”
“Joe didn’t either,” Mammoth, the biker, says, tipping his chin toward the guy on the other side of me. “Pike’s from the same MC.”
“Wait.” I shake my head. Did I step into the twilight zone? What the hell happened in the last five years? I never thought they’d let their daughters date anyone, let alone guys from an MC. “Their fathers are okay with this?”
“I work at Inked,” the guy who’s here with Gigi says, lifting his beer in the air. “And for the record, I was never officially a member of the MC. I only lived at the compound for a few years. Now, Mammoth—” he tips his head toward the other guy “—is still a Disciple.”
I scrub my hand down my face, at a loss for words. “Well, shit. Never thought I’d see the fucking day,” I whisper to myself, and I clear my throat as soon as I realize I’ve said those words louder than I wanted.
“Not for long, Pike,” Mammoth tells him. “A few more months and I’ll be as free as I can be under the circumstances.”
Pike nods slowly, lifting his beer to his lips and holding the bottle in front of his mouth. “It’s not going to be an easy road.”
“Never is, brother. Never is,” Mammoth mutters.
Pike’s eyes are back on me. “You show up out of thin air, and suddenly Lily’s wearing skimpy clothes, obviously trying to get your attention. So, we want to know if you’re honorable or just looking for a piece of ass.”
I tip my head toward the three girls as they sit in the distance on Gigi’s tailgate, talking and glancing our way every once in a while. “Look at her,” I tell them, smiling when Lily’s gaze finds me. “Does she look like a piece of ass?”
I’ve done my best not to look at her. Every time I do, I pay for the quick glance, catching sight of way too much skin. The one time she decides to show off her body is the only time I can’t afford to be turned on.
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