Now there was no risk of that. No risk of someone coming and stealing Jayde away.
Though the fucking situation wasn’t ideal, they’d make the best of it. Hell, they had no choice but to do just that.
And right now, he wanted to make the best of the current situation. Which was her being beneath him in this bed.
He stretched their entangled hands up over her head and took her mouth until she was squirming under him, making those sweet fucking sounds she made when she was getting worked up.
He did that to her. He could make her react like that. Even that first night with his belly full of whiskey, it had been good between him. Which had made it even harder to walk away afterward.
Almost impossible.
But after she had made him lose his mind, his sense had slowly returned. Reality had set in, washed over him.
However, now... now he had his president’s blessing. Or so it seemed. And Linc hoped to hell he was right. Hoped like fuck that Z didn’t change his mind and then tomorrow tell him to stay away from his sister.
Because that shit wasn’t going to fly with him. Not at all.
He pressed his lips to Jayde’s ear. “Gonna give you my dick. Want it?”
Jayde’s answer was her hips lifting off the bed to grind against his erection.
Yeah, she wanted it.
He sucked on her earlobe, then traced his tongue down the beating pulse in her neck to the hollow of her throat. He sucked the skin there and her moan vibrated against his lips.
Freeing one of his hands, he found where her shirt met her jeans and slipped his hand underneath it. He spread his fingers over the smooth, warm skin of her belly. A piece of him was inside of her. Her body protected and nourished something that belonged to him. A child who would carry on the Lincoln family name.
His heart thumped heavily in his chest as he tried to imagine what his son or daughter would look like. In real life. In actual 3D. Not just in a flat black and white image.
He mentally shook himself. Now wasn’t the time for that. Now was the time for his woman. For Jayde.
He needed to do right by her. Do his best for her. It was time to stop fucking up.
Her freed hand was clawing at his T-shirt, trying to pull it over his head. But she wasn’t getting anywhere with it, not with his weight on her, and she made a frustrated sound.
He lifted his head. “Whataya want, baby? Tell me.”
“You know what I want,” she said breathlessly, her eyelids heavy, her mouth parted.
The woman was so fucking beautiful that it made his chest ache.
He released her other hand and planted his palms into the mattress, arching his torso away from her.
“Take my shirt off,” he demanded, his voice rough.
Grabbing two handfuls of the cotton, she yanked it over his head and tossed it to the side. She scraped her nails down his chest lightly, over his nipples, down his belly, until she got to his belt.
He shook his head. “No. Not yet. Didn’t tell you to do that yet.”
A grin spread over her face as she stared up at him.
That grin quickly disappeared when he growled, “Unbutton your shirt. Slowly.”
Not breaking eye contact, she unbuttoned her pink top, one button at a time with excruciating slowness. And he loved every second of it. The anticipation was driving him fucking nuts. His dick was rock hard in his jeans, his balls aching for release.
“Last time you’re wearing that top, got me? Shows way too much of your fuckin’ tits. Those are for me and my kid from now on, that’s it.”
Her eyes widened in surprise for a split second but she quickly hid it. “Do you think you’re going to dictate to me now? Let me remind you of something. You haven’t claimed me, we aren’t living together, we’ve only had one ‘sort of’ date. I know the way it is in this club, and I’m used to being around bossy males, but—”
He cut her off. “No buts. If you’re gonna be my ol’ lady, you gotta listen to your ol’ man. That’s the way it is. You know that.”
“You think you’re going to own me.” Her voice was flat, controlled.
“Ain’t thinking nothing right now ‘cept how I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna deal with the rest of that shit later.”
“Linc...” she breathed.
“No, baby. Gonna take care of you, protect you, make you my ol’ lady, but if you want to get that shit straight right now, then we’ll do it right fuckin’ now... You’re fuckin’ mine. Gonna do what I need to do to keep you safe. You gotta listen, got me?” When she didn’t answer, he continued, “Also, don’t need you fuckin’ back-talkin’ me in front of your brothers. Hell, in front of my brothers. Ain’t gonna be saddled with an ol’ lady and a kid and lose my fuckin’ balls in the process.”
“Saddled?”
Fuck. “Know what I’m sayin’.”
“Yes, I do. You got stuck and now think that you’re the boss of me.”
“Baby, you know how it is.”
“I do. And if you think the other women in this club are being bossed around by their men, you haven’t been paying attention.” He opened his mouth but she shoved her open palm in front of his face, making him jerk his head back in surprise. “No, Linc. You have not been paying attention at all if you think any of your brothers control their ol’ ladies. Open your fucking eyes.”
“They—”
“No. Think again.”
“But—”
“No, you’re wrong.”
“I—”
“No, Linc, what you think you’re seeing isn’t actually what’s happening.”
Bullshit.
He wanted to get laid, not argue. And his dick wasn’t liking the way this conversation was going. So, he released a sighed, “Yeah.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she frowned. “Are you agreeing with me or throwing in the towel?”
“What will get me laid?”
Her lips rolled inward, and her eyes crinkled at the corner. His dick perked up once again.
He wrapped his fingers around her neck and brushed his thumb back and forth over the soft skin of her delicate throat. “Taking by you not answering, that you want this as much as me.”
“I don’t know why you’d think that.”
He slid his hand down her chest since her shirt was now gaping open, but he stopped right before her bra, which matched the color of her eyes. He wondered if her panties did, too. He’d find out soon enough.
“’Cause your nipples are showing through that bra and are begging for my mouth. Begging for me to pull and twist them.”
“They are?” she asked on a hitched breath.
“Yeah, baby, they are.”
“I swore you said too much talking, not enough fuckin’?”
He crushed his lips to hers, sweeping his tongue through her mouth. He reached between them and unfastened her jeans and before she could push them down, he broke the kiss and flipped her over onto her belly. Straddling her thighs, he yanked her shirt off her arms, unhooked her bra and then jerked her jeans over the round globes of her sweet ass and down her thighs. He tugged them free of her legs and threw them onto the floor along with the matching blue panties.
Figured she’d wear a matching set.
He studied the line of her spine, the two dimples above her ass cheeks, the curves of her hips, her perfectly shaped ass. His hands went to his belt buckle but stilled when she turned her head and looked back at him.
That was when he lost his breath. She peered through her thick dark brown hair at him with those blue eyes of hers, and she just waited for him to take what he wanted.
He could have her. She could be his. And he didn’t have to worry anymore. The shit already hit the fan, the cards were already laid out on the table.
Her family had to accept him. Or they wouldn’t. But no matter what, he was going nowhere.
He especially wasn’t going anywhere right now.
Twisting at her waist, her fingers pulled his away from his buckle and
she unfastened it, undid his jeans and whispered, “Anytime now.”
His head jerked back then he grinned down at her. “My baby’s impatient.”
She bucked her ass up beneath him. “Yes, she is.”
“My baby wants to be fucked.”
A breath hissed out of her. “Yes, she does.”
“My baby ain’t getting that yet.”
She shot him a what-the-fuck look, but that only broadened his grin. He shoved his jeans down his thighs and twisted until he could pull them completely off. His jeans landed in a pile on top of hers.
“My baby’s getting something else first.”
“Well, your baby wants you to hurry the hell up.”
He snorted, then she squealed when he leaned over and bit her on one of those plump ass cheeks before tossing her onto her back again. Before she could react, he had his shoulders shoved against the backs of her thighs, and his mouth on the sweetest part of her of all.
Jayde’s gasp turned into a groan and her fingers dug into the sheets as his hot mouth... and tongue... oh, and fingers wreaked havoc.
Holy shit. Holy, holy shit.
Yes, that was worth waiting for. Two of his fingers spread her open as his tongue flicked, his lips sucked. Two more of his fingers curled deep inside her. Her hips danced along with him. She rolled her head back on the pillow with another long, loud groan.
Her fingers crept blindly down until they found his head. For once, she wished his hair was longer, not kept so high and tight like Slade’s. Because she wanted to grab handfuls of it to make sure he didn’t go anywhere.
Oh no. He needed to stay right there. Right there.
His teeth scraped her clit, which was swollen and sensitive to his touch.
How’d he get to be so good at that?
So fucking good.
The flat of his tongue brushed along her damp folds as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
His tongue, his fingers, his mouth... holy crap.
He lifted his head, but she dug her fingers into his scalp and shoved him back down. “No... not done yet.”
Did he just laugh against her pussy?
Who fucking cared! As long as he finished his mission...
She just needed a few more minutes. A few more nips. A few more flicks.
But he gave her more than a few. He worked her harder, faster, more intensely. She squirmed and cried out, her fingers flexing in his hair.
Then... then...
She threw her head back and cried out as her hips shot off the bed, but he still didn’t let up. He helped her ride the waves of orgasm until she flopped back down to the bed in a boneless mess.
She couldn’t catch her breath; she couldn’t think straight. Hell, she didn’t want to anyway. She just wanted to lay there and enjoy the euphoria he created.
She blinked up at the stained motel ceiling as it came back into focus and she tipped her head enough to peer down her body at him.
He was still settled between her thighs. His fingers might still be inside her, but his mouth was no longer on her. Noooo, instead he wore a huge shiny grin, his green eyes flashing.
“Like that,” he stated, because it certainly wasn’t a question.
Cocky fuck. “It was okay.”
He snorted, pushed up to his hands and knees and moved up her body. “Came like a fuckin’ geyser.”
She lifted a brow as he came face to face with her. “I did? Huh.”
“Flopping around like a fish outta water. Screaming my name.”
“I did not.”
“Sure fuckin’ did.”
“Whatever you say.”
“That’s right, baby, that’s the right attitude to have. Whatever I say.”
Jayde rolled her eyes, making sure he didn’t miss it. “Once again... Too much talking, not enough fuckin’.”
He shifted and pressed his cock against her. “Can multi-task. Skilled like that.”
“Your mouth should be busy and not with talking,” she said, then gasped as he thrusted his hips and entered her with more force than she expected. But once he was inside her, he didn’t move.
He closed his eyes and held still. Now he was wearing the expression of euphoria that she was sure had been on her face after she came. He dropped his head, opened his eyes and stared right into hers. “Feel so fuckin’ good, baby. So fuckin’ tight. So fuckin’ hot. Fuck.”
He dropped his head farther and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and he wasn’t gentle at all. Then he began to move. He began to do something with his hips that...
Oh, yes.
There was nothing like a man with loose hips. He didn’t just move in and out of her, he rolled his hips.
Holy shit, it was freaking magical. He couldn’t do it when they were in the Camaro. And she certainly didn’t remember this hip action during their first time. But then, they hadn’t been in a bed that time, either.
But, wow.
Sophie always bragged about Zak’s loosey-goosey hips, but Jayde ignored that talk because eww... Z was her brother. But now she knew what she was gushing on and on about.
Blocking that thought from her head, she dug her heels into Linc’s thighs as he pumped smoothly into her like a gentle wave lapping at a lake shore. His mouth went from one nipple to the other, making her arch her back. His tongue circled each nipple, flicked at the hard tip, then he’d suck them deep into his mouth just until she could feel the slight pressure of his teeth against her flesh.
And that was great.
But his movement was way better. Complete strokes. All the way in. All the way out. But every time he drove deep, he’d add a little extra hip action to the end of his thrust.
“Oh, fuck, what are you doing to me?” she cried, throwing her head back and panting. “What are you doing?”
She didn’t expect an answer and she didn’t get one, because he never lifted his head. Not once. But he did shove his hands underneath her, grabbing her ass and tilting her hips up.
And oooooh.
Oh.
Then it hit her at that very moment that they could’ve been doing this for the past four years. She missed out on this for four freaking years!
She’d had no sex for the last four years except with her own hand and her vibrators. And the only memory she had with her two boyfriends in college sucked. Now she knew they really sucked.
And though he’d given her orgasms the night of Hawk’s wedding and again in the Camaro, he was now hitting a spot that...
“So fuckin’ wet,” he groaned against her breast.
That...
“Like I said, a fuckin’ geyser.”
His fingers dug hard into her ass cheeks as he held her right where he wanted her. Right where she wanted him to hold her.
Yessss, right there.
He lifted his head. “Gonna come?”
“Uh... huh.”
“Like soon?”
“Uh... huh.”
“Thank fuck,” he grunted then shoved his face into her neck, sucking on her skin.
She closed her eyes, brushed her fingers over his short hair, trailed them down his neck and shoulders, then back up.
This felt so good, she could do this forever...
“Baby... for fuck’s sake.”
“Okay,” she whispered and let herself go, her core convulsing around him, the waves of orgasm washing up and over her.
He grunted loudly and pumped faster, no longer smooth, no longer gentle. His hips moved more wildly, more frantic. He slammed her hard, making her whole body quake with the impact.
And then with one last thrust, he grunted loudly in her ear and stilled while deep inside her.
Seconds, minutes ticked by and he didn’t move. Finally, he unfroze himself and melted against her, his mouth to her ear. “Was gonna give you two, but you were holding out. Couldn’t take anymore. I asked, you gave.” He paused. “You can come on command?”
She shrugged. “I’ve been taking care of myself for the
last few years. I’m pretty efficient when it comes to getting the job done.”
He lifted his head and stared down at her. “What the fuck? Got so many questions after hearing that.”
“Like?”
“Like... When’s the last time you been with someone?” He added quickly, “Other than me.”
“College.”
His brows shot up. “That was over four years ago.”
“Yeah,” she whispered. Hell, it was actually more like five.
“Been with nobody for more than four fuckin’ years?”
“I’m not going to ask you that same question. I already know the answer and we really don’t need to be talking about our past sex life.”
His fingers splayed along her cheeks as he held her in place, so she couldn’t turn her head away. “Baby... You had no one since that first day I spotted you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
She inhaled then released a long, slow breath. She wasn’t sure if she should admit what she was about to. “Because I saw you.”
Chapter Nine
Because I saw you.
Those words kept spinning in Linc’s head as he dismounted his sled and stared at the back door to church. His eye caught the sign that had hung above the reinforced steel door for decades. The club’s motto.
Down & Dirty ‘til Dead.
He had been almost twenty-four the first time he ever walked through that door to become a prospect...
Hell, he had no idea at the time how walking through that door would change his life.
Maybe some of the people in his past would think it didn’t change him for the better. But they’d be wrong.
Dead fucking wrong.
The first thing he noticed after landing in Shadow Valley, was the DAMC. Their colors. Their Harleys. Their businesses. Their sense of community, inside and outside of their tight-knit club. He’d watch them roar by on their sleds in town, and they seemed to be badass and carefree. Though, now he knew the carefree part was a bunch of bullshit. The members had just as much responsibility as anyone outside of it. They answered to each other. They all had to work hard.
Shit wasn’t easy.
Live free, die free.
Total fucking myth.
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