I have to get out, get away before I lose it, before—
“Cherri, you okay? What’s going on?” Jax’s voice brought her back.
Willing herself not to fall apart, she sat on the edge of the bed and filled her lungs with air. “Sorry. Shit from the past creeps in sometimes, you know?”
“Like what?”
She looked off to the side, a wry smile painted on her face. Damn, he’s good. He acts like he really cares. “Like my mom gave more of a shit about the money my fuckin’ stepdad brought in than she did about me. Like he was a bastard, and my mom didn’t do shit to back me up. I split at seventeen, and I’ve never gone back. Nothing to talk about. We all have some stuff we don’t want to remember, you know?”
“You got that right, sugar. How’d you end up with the fuckin’ Deadly Demons Nomads?”
“I stripped for a while in Denver then got into a messy situation, so I left. I wanted to go to a place where no one knew about me, where I could get a new start for me and…” Her voice trailed off.
“For you and who?”
“Just me,” she said tersely. “Anyway, I ran out of money and wanted to get here, so I hitched. Then the asshole Nomads picked me up and my nightmare began. Glad your club got me outta there. Those guys were evil, violent assholes.”
Jax looked at her intently, his body stiff. “Did the fuckers mess with you?”
“I told ’em I was a virgin.” She laughed dryly. “They believed me, so they left me alone, except for that asshole Viper. He made me suck him.” She grimaced at the memory.
“That fuck! Hawk should’ve killed his ass. At least Hawk made sure he’d be singing in the boys’ choir for the rest of his life.” Jax kicked the side of the bed then sat down next to her.
“I haven’t said this, but thank you for getting me outta that shit. I do appreciate it.” She placed her hand on his forearm. In a barely audible voice, she said, “You know, I may do dirty things but inside, I’m good.” Pointing at the Rockwell reproduction print on her wall, she continued, “I’m that girl in the poster, the one in a loving house with parents who love her and each other.” Her voice cracked.
Wrapping his arms around her, Jax pulled her flush against him. “We are two of a kind. We’re both carrying shit from our past and were damaged by our parents.”
“I have this empty spot inside me I can’t fill no matter what.” Tears burned behind Cherri’s eyes, and her voice was tight as she tried to keep the sobs from escaping.
Jax placed her head on his chest. His kisses against her head were like feathers in the wind. “I can fill your emptiness, sweetness. I think it’s time you let me in.”
With glistening eyes, she and Jax locked gazes, both of them lost and craving each other. His eyes shone with empathy. Moved by his compassion and the knowledge they were broken in some way by their pasts, she needed his touch. After sharing some of her story with him and listening to him confide his feelings to her, she desired some intimacy with him. Still keeping his gaze, she lightly trailed her fingers over his forearm; his blond hairs stood up after her fingertips passed. He licked his lips and kept his eyes on her.
Bringing his face closer to her, she sought his. As she brushed her lips over his, his sharp, indrawn breath made her insides quiver. Pulling back, she smiled at him, his eyes misted in a fierce desire. He put his hand behind her head and guided her back toward his mouth. Leaning into him, she tilted her head as Jax pressed his soft lips against hers. His tongue swept over her mouth, probing the seam to allow entry. Parting her lips, he eagerly slipped into the minty recesses of her mouth. When her tongue met his in a swirling dance, his breathing turned into short pants. Tugging her closer to him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest, and his earthy scent enveloped her. As his fingers dug into her hair, goosebumps shimmered across her skin.
“Sweetness, I want to taste every inch of your body,” he murmured against her lips, pushing her down on the bed. He searched her face and asked, “You want me to stop?”
Shaking her head, Cherri tightened her arms around his neck and covered his mouth with hers. He lay down on the bed by her side, still holding their kiss as he slowly trailed his fingers down her neck to her t-shirt and slipped his hand under it. She shuddered under his light touch and arched her back, jutting her breasts out in the air. He cupped one of her tits, rubbing his finger against the lace of her bra.
Her body tingling with anticipation and excitement, Cherri lifted the bottom of her shirt upward. Looking at Jax’s eyes, she saw tenderness and lust reflected in them.
“You sure you want me to do this?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Yes,” she whispered against his neck as her tongue explored his Adam’s apple. His low groan told her she hit a tender, sexy spot on him. She tasted the saltiness of his skin as she trailed her tongue down his neck. Pulling his shirt up over his head, she then continued trailing her tongue over his skull tattoo, the one with the smoking pistols and the flames. His breathing was short as he pushed her down on the bed and undressed her. She lay there, bared to him, a light breeze from the open window caressing her naked body while his smoldering eyes made her insides melt.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, sweet one,” Jax gasped as his eyes took in her delicate form. Her skin was white, almost translucent; the only color on her was her taut pink nipples and the rosiness of her folds peeking out from her shaved pussy.
He ran his fingertips over her nipples, softly pinching them. Cherri moaned, “That feels so good.”
“I bet it does, sweet one. I’m gonna make you feel a whole lot better. You’re beautiful, and your sweet tits were made for sucking, sugar.”
When his hand cupped her naked breast, squeezing it tenderly, she stiffened. He moved his finger to the underside of her tit then hesitated, her reaction stopping him. Looking down at her face, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Covering her face with her hands, she avoided his look as she flinched away from his touch. All at once, her face, neck, and ears felt impossibly hot. Gently removing her hands from her flushed face, Jax held her chin so she couldn’t turn her head to avoid his gaze.
Pulling up her breast, he sucked in his breath and said, “Shit, what happened?”
Angry white lines zigzagged underneath; small scars, close to the breast bone. Cherri was an expert with concealing makeup, so no one ever noticed them. Cursing herself for forgetting to cover them up, she caught his concerned look and lied, “I had to remove some stuff on my skin when I was younger. They look worse than what you’re imagining. I’m so used to them that it’s no big deal for me.” Pausing for a few seconds, she asked, “Is it for you?”
A grin broke out on his face. Lowering his mouth, he kissed her hot and deep. When he came up for air, he ran his tongue down her chin to the underside of her tit and licked her scars. “No, sweetness. Every inch of your body is beautiful, even your scars. Hell, I got a nasty one on my side thanks to the fuckin’ Nomads.”
As he covered them with light kisses, a few tears escaped from the corners of Cherri’s eyes, running sideways into her hair. Jax scrunched her tits together then laved his tongue over them until he caught her nipple between his teeth, grazing each hardened tip as he massage her tits.
Bolts of pure, intense desire coursed through her as he sucked her nipple and his hand played with her tits. The desire started at her core and worked its way upward until she thought she would explode. Squirming, she clenched her thighs together, trying to rub them to gain some relief.
Chuckling, Jax pulled her legs apart. “No way am I gonna let you come before I get down there. I just bet you’re wet as fuck.”
He was so right; she was dripping. She couldn’t understand why she had this reaction to him. Hell, she’d fucked men before, but nothing felt like this. This was the first time she’d enjoyed being with a man. Jax had done exactly what she didn’t want him to do: he invaded her world—her mind, her body, and her heart. Cherri wanted him inside her so much, but
he was taking his time with her. He was going slowly, even though she suspected he wanted to ram his cock into her and fuck her hard. His sweetness and consideration touched her.
She reached down to grab his crotch and realized he had half-unzipped his jeans, his dick peeking out. As she rubbed his silky head, a few drops of pre-come dampened her fingers. He groaned when she circled his head with her hand. “Take these off,” she whispered into his chest as she tugged at his jeans.
Jax grinned and twisted his jeans off then moved on top of her, his hardness pressing against her stomach. “Do you feel how hard I am? You’re makin’ my dick like this, sweetie.” Lowering his head, he kissed her deeply. Relishing the feel of his muscled body on hers, she closed her eyes as she ran her hands up his arms.
“Open your eyes, sugar. I want to see you while I touch you.”
Eyes wide, Cherri watched as he left her prickling breasts and kissed his way down her stomach to her thighs. He ran his tongue over the inside of each, causing her to moan and writhe. He threw her a sexy smile and, on his knees, he lowered his mouth to her aching pussy. With one sweep, his tongue stroked from the bottom of her entrance to her hardening nub. She wanted to jump out of her skin.
“I knew you’d taste sweet.” He stroked her bud to firmness with the tip of his tongue. “How does that feel, sweet lips?”
Cherri whimpered, since she couldn’t talk. Her mouth was dry, like it was filled with cotton, and her insides jumped. She had never felt this alive; it blew her mind. Her body was like a ball of excitement, throbbing and tingling.
“You feel good inside your silky pussy, sugar,” Jax said as he inserted two fingers while he continued stroking her clit. When he spoke, his breath tickled her mound, making her giggle. She looked down at him as he licked and sucked her nub, his digits moving in and out of her wetness. She ran her fingers through his hair—it was soft, like plush velvet.
When the deep spasms began to grow within her depths, she pulled his hair and bucked her hips, arching herself closer to his mouth and the wonderful things he was doing to her. If she could help it, she never allowed a man’s tongue near her pussy, but with Jax it was different. Jax licking her wetness didn’t make her feel dirty—it was awesome. She didn’t feel guilty, only happy and connected to another human being—something she had rarely felt in the last several years.
“I’m going to get inside your warm pussy, sugar. You’re good with this, right?”
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly.
Stretching an arm behind him, Jax grabbed his jeans and took out a condom. After she watched him put it on his long, thick cock, her fingers curled around it, stroking up and down. Before she could explore further, he pushed her hand away then leaned over and rubbed his cock in her wetness. Spreading her legs further apart, he guided his dick to her entrance.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet. I like that. Yeah, I like that a lot.” Covering his cock with her juices, his broad head parted her lips as he pushed in.
“Ah! So good,” Cherri gasped.
Pushing more, he buried his hard length inside her. He rolled back and forth, grunting and sweating, while she wrapped her legs around him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders while she moaned loudly.
“You like having my cock in you? You like the way my big cock feels in your tight, sweet pussy?”
“Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard and fast, Jax. Go on, do it. I won’t break.” She dug her fingernails deeper into his flesh, and sweat shone on her face.
Holding her look, he asked, “You sure?”
“That’s what I want.”
“Okay, sweetness. Hold on.”
Jax pulled out and slammed back in to her, knocking her breath away. With each thrust, heat spread through her, and she bucked her hips to meet his relentless plunges. His feral grunts filled her ears and competed with her groans of pleasure. As he rammed his thick cock inside her, her sex squeezed and covered it like a glove.
“Damn, sugar, my cock feels so good in your hot pussy. This is where I’m supposed to be. Only me; no other brother, got it?” He bent down and crushed his mouth against hers, kissing her wet and deep. Lifting back up, he gripped her legs and pushed them back further until her feet were resting on his shoulders.
She was spread wide, her glistening pussy with its pink, swollen lips splayed out. Jax’s eyes lingered on her sweetness before he flicked his finger over her rigid bud. Sliding out of her, he pounded back in then rode her fast and hard, his balls slapping against her ass.
Biting down on her lower lip, her pussy clenched as the waves of bliss began to roll. The pleasure kept rising, and she didn’t dare exhale. His pants became labored as his legs tightened. When the ecstasy burst inside her, spreading throughout her body, she screamed out like an animal in heat. Jax grunted, his face burrowed in her neck as he shoved in and out a few more times before she felt his cock swell and his body stiffen.
“Fuck, yeah, fuck!” he cried as he shot his load into her warmth.
Shaking with delight, Cherri encircled him tighter. He kept ramming her, milking himself dry until they were both utterly sated.
She stroked his back until his breathing came back to normal before he kissed her, rolled off, and nestled her against his side. Lying with her leg flung over his, her arm around his waist and her head on his chest, she heard his heart beat. Sunlight bathed them as Jax ran his fingers through Cherri’s tousled hair. In the distance, the sound of a freight train’s whistle echoed.
“That was fuckin’ awesome, sweetness,” Jax said as he lifted her chin up toward his face. He bent down, and with a tenderness she had never experienced from a man, he kissed her; first on her eyes, her cheeks then her mouth—soft, gentle kissing that made her toes curl and her stomach coil. Affection spread through her, and she realized that, for the first time in a very long time, she felt safe, cherished, and happy.
“You’re mine now, sweetness. You belong to me, understand?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Nothing to say; I’m just telling you like it is. You’re mine. I’m claiming you. No more of that Gunner bullshit, got it? You’re mine.”
“Gunner…? I never had anything with him. I just did a dance for him.”
“No more dances for any of the brothers—or any guy, for that matter. I’ll take care of you now.”
“What about Peaches? I thought you guys were together.”
“Don’t worry about her. She’s a nice bitch and all, but sugar, my eyes have been on you since I first saw you. You pushed me away, but it’s always been you I’ve wanted. You do something to me.”
A flush of adrenaline tingled through her body as giddiness built inside her. Cherri nuzzled into the crook of his arm and said against his skin, “Right now, everything seems so simple when yesterday it seemed so complicated.”
“Yesterday is gone. Today is the beginning for us.” He squeezed her closer to him.
The minutes ticked away and Cherri felt her eyelids grow heavy. She loved being in Jax’s strong arms. Why had she wasted so much time fighting him? Being with him in that moment seemed perfect, like she had found someone she could begin to trust with her secrets. She was falling for this rough biker who had an unexpected gentle side to him—one she was sure few people ever saw.
His phone startled her out of her reverie. Jax grabbed it from the nightstand. “Hey, what’s up?” His body tensed as he listened to the caller on the other end of the receiver. He sat up and ran his hand through his hair, his face paling. “Don’t do anything stupid. Calm down. I’m coming over now. Just calm down and wait for me.”
He rolled out of bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor, pulling them up as he searched for his boots. Throwing his cut on over his t-shirt, he glanced at Cherri as he walked toward the door. “Gotta go.”
“What? Where? What’s going on?”
“This doesn’t concern you, Cherri. I’ll call you later.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Her eyes searched h
is face.
“Like I said, I gotta go. Later.”
After he walked out of the room, he left the door open and headed for the stairway. Cherri sat dumbfounded as she watched him descend the stairs. The front door slammed shut, and the rumble of his bike vibrated in her ears. She lay in bed listening to his engine until she couldn’t hear it anymore. What the fuck just happened? We just made awesome love, he told me I was his, he got a phone call, and he abandoned me without even a goodbye kiss or any goddamned explanation? The rush of blood to her head made her dizzy as the fire from her building anger began to consume her. Behind her eyelids, hot tears formed. That fucker!
Her breathing became shallow as she grew rigid. She forced herself to calm down, to think rationally. There had to be a reason for him taking off with only a glance at her. It’s probably club business. I know they’re all psycho about telling anyone who’s not in the club what’s going on. Maybe I’m just overreacting.
Cherri curled up on the bed as an empty darkness weaved its way inside her. A dull ache replaced the anger; she had a sick feeling. She wanted to go away, far away. She wanted to be the girl in the Norman Rockwell print, the one who was always smiling.
Nothing bad ever happens to her.
Chapter Seven
As the time faded away, Cherri noticed the stillness of the room—it was stifling. She wanted to get out of the house, go somewhere. Since the Insurgents had brought her to Pinewood Springs a few months before, she had only danced and slept. She kept to herself a lot, and she hadn’t made friends with any of the other dancers. She didn’t know anyone outside of Dream House or the Insurgents; her life revolved around the club’s world. The only place she could think of going was Dream House. She had a ton of paperwork to catch up on, so even though it was her day off, she decided to do some work at the strip club. Keeping the club’s books and being in charge of the dancers was more than a full-time job. She freshened up and headed to Dream House.
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