by Evie Monroe
“I’ve fucking been dreaming of these tits since the minute I left you,” he growled, his eyes on them. And as usual, I was powerless to do anything but what he wanted me to do. Like his puppet, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra for him, shrugging it off.
I nearly lost control the second he fastened his mouth on my nipple, sucking hard.
I threw my head back as he lifted me up and peeled my pants down to my ankles, roughly skimming the backs of my thighs and molding my ass. He continued to lick and suck at my nipples, taking each one into his mouth, one after the other, then both together. “God, Jet. What are you doing to me?”
He took my hand in his, guiding it to his hard cock. “What are you doing to me?”
My hands moved of their own volition, scrabbling to free his cock and pull it out. I palmed it, feeling its length, its hardness, wanting it in me so bad I was drooling for it. I couldn’t think of anything but the painful throb in my body, wanting more.
He paused for just a second to stand up and pull down the jeans still covered in his dried blood. Then he went right back to it, wasting no time.
Spreading my legs, even though my ankles were still shackled by my leggings, he knelt on the floor in front of the couch. Then he lifted my legs up over his head and placed my calves on each of his broad shoulders. His hands slid under my ass, dragging me forward, and he nudged the swatch of fabric covering my pussy aside. The tip of his cock brushed against me, sending me spiraling into oblivion. I let out a little whimper.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You. Inside me,” I panted, my chest heaving, my fingers scraping through his hair. I pulled him to my lips as he crashed into me, slipping his entire hard length into me, pressing hard against my clit in one ragged motion.
When he was buried inside me, he stilled. I was bent double, with him deeper inside me than ever, a position that I didn’t know my body could assume. But it felt so natural. So damn good to have him like this, in me.
“You’re so fucking tight. You drive me crazy, Nora,” he murmured into my ear.
Our bodies pulsed together with need, an underlying urgency, but I gripped him inside me, not wanting to let go. Wanting to bathe in him, keep him close to me like this, forever.
He slid his hands up the small of my back, reaching under my arms, and his dark eyes found mine, his gaze heavy with desire. Possession. Like he knew he had me, body and soul. He leaned forward, pushing his chest against the back of my thighs, pulling my knees up to my ears. Then he kissed me, our breath mingling, sinking deeper in.
He straightened on his knees. His hands slipped under my arms and gripped my back, pulling me up snug against him. I tilted my hips up to him as he held onto my shoulders, guiding me to his waiting cock. Every time he pulled me forward, I got deeper and deeper. Impossibly deep. Either the world was tipping, or I was. I couldn’t tell. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of him inside me, the quickness of his breathing, the animal grunts that slipped from his throat as he fucked me, long and good. “Jet . . . I’m going to come . . .”
“That’s right. You are,” he said with such confidence it made me hotter. He altered the rhythm of his movements, holding me to him so I was buried deep in him, then dipped his head, licking and suckling and tonguing me until I saw stars. My clit was buzzing, and he shifted in me, finding a rhythm, then changing that rhythm, slamming into me with all his strength. Soon there wasn’t any rhythm at all, and I felt myself growing electric with sensation and pleasure.
The second I started to come, he grabbed my hips in his big hands and steadied me, forcing me up against his hard body as I shuddered, the ripples coursing through me. He let out a growl as I felt his warmth pouring inside me. His body tensed around me, and as I started to relax and open my eyes, I found his eyes, as dark and penetrating as ever, zeroed in on me.
He slipped out of me and leaned back. He pulled my legs off his shoulders, disentangled his head from the cage he’d made for himself out of my leggings, and lifted me so that my ass was back on the couch. His come dripped down my thighs as I dragged them together and looked around for my discarded shirt. He tucked his cock back into his underwear as he stood up, still gazing hotly at me.
“You are one hot piece, Dr. Benson,” he said with a smug little grin.
I was still quivering, head to toe, unable to reply. I was almost jealous with how quickly he’d recovered. My head was still reeling, like my whole world had been rocked and dismantled, and I was still waiting to be put back together again.
I stood up, my knees wobbling. Still couldn’t find my t-shirt. I must’ve looked like a wreck, covered in his come, hair messed, tired as hell. Now the daylight was coming in through the blinds, shedding light on all my imperfections. And yet . . . there was Jet, looking as gorgeous and magazine-cover worthy as ever in nothing but his boxers. Even with the bandages across his stomach, he was sexy. It just wasn’t fair.
I covered my breasts with my crossed arms and walked past him, carefully. “That poor little couch is on its last legs. Think I can get a bed?”
He stopped me by lifting my hair off my shoulder and leaning in, kissing and nuzzling my neck. He was so blatantly sexual that my nipples peaked and my cunt ached for him again, not two minutes after he’d made me come. His voice was low, teasing, vibrating inside my gut. “Hell yes, Dr. Benson. You definitely get a bed. As long as you’re willing to make room for me.”
He didn’t wait. He was on me from the moment I climbed the steps. He whirled me around roughly and crashed his mouth onto mine. He fisted my hair, feeding me his tongue, making me giddy with sensation. He cupped my ass and dipped his head and sucked on my nipples again, like he couldn’t get enough of them.
I weaved my hands through his hair and watched him, tonguing my nipples, eyes closed in rapture. It was the hottest sight. I reached down and pulled gently at his prick. He broke from showering attention on my breasts for only a second, to smile at me. Then, he went right back to it.
“You know, you can . . . probably build a summer home there . . . seeing as how you like them so much,” I suggested between gasps.
“Mmmm,” he said, pulling away from my nipple with a resounding smack. “I like all of you, Nora, baby. You want me to show you how much?”
I nodded. Like there was any other answer?
His tongue trailed down my breasts, over my abdomen, to my navel. He kissed me there, delivering nibbling nips with his teeth, then went lower, and lower, until he got to my pussy. He kissed each lip gently, even though I was sticky with his juices. His hand went between my legs, finding my clit, as he kissed the top of my mound. “I like this part of you, especially. Do you want me to be inside you again?”
I nodded vigorously now, slumping against the wall for support.
He stood to his full height, towering over me. Damn, he was so masculine, all tanned and cut and scarred, breathing hard, his pecs rising and falling. He leaned down and brought his mouth an inch from mine and stopped, teasing me. “Don’t nod. Speak. Tell me what you want.”
“You. Inside me. Again.”
I wasn’t even sure that was possible, but I was being driven mad by the want of him. Without warning, he reached down to scoop me into his arms. But I pointed to his bandage – the surgeon in me worrying about his incision. Together we stumbled up the stairs and into my bed. He turned me over, onto my abdomen, then finished removing my sneakers and leggings. He slipped a pillow under my head so that I could rest my shoulder there, then dug a hand under my stomach and lifted me onto my knees, then hooked his fingers under the straps of my panties and dragged them down my thighs.
I felt his fingers slipping through my wet lips, exploring inside me, teasing me. A thumb grazed my asshole, and my whole body pulsed from need. I looked over my shoulder and saw him lowering his jeans. Saw his big cock springing free, already hard again. I tilted my ass toward him, begging for it.
He fed his cock into me again, and I moaned out as he paus
ed again, buried to the hilt inside me. He leaned over, biting on my neck. “Now,” he husked out, his voice rough and commanding. “I don’t give a shit who your neighbors are, or what time of morning it is. Fucking scream for me. Okay? Scream your little head off, baby. Let me hear how much you want me.”
And then he fucked me. And God, did I scream. I screamed, and cried out his name over and over again as we rocked back and forth, fucking each other like wild animals in heat.
Before long, we were bathing in each other’s sweat. It was dripping from my face. He yanked on my hair and didn’t stop, didn’t stop until my throat was hoarse and I was well and truly fucked. I came . . . once, then again, and when he finally came, I collapsed down on the bed, spent, feeling like a boneless heap underneath his muscled body.
He laid his body out next to mine across the bed, and I turned my head to receive a kiss from him. He looked even hotter, his chest slick with sweat like that, his dark eyes hooded with lust.
Splayed out, one arm behind a pillow, he looked like he belonged on my bed. I rolled him on his side since I couldn’t lie on top of him yet. But I could still feel all of him, flush against me. I rested my head against his shoulder and traced a finger over one of his nipples, then over the tattoos on his perfect chest.
I smiled up at him. “You’re pretty nice, Mr. Nash,” I said to him.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he rasped out, twirling a lock of my hair on his finger.
I took his bandaged hand and kissed it lovingly, the fingers, the knuckles, the calluses until I started to yawn.
“You want to sleep?” he asked me after a while.
Actually, I wanted to fuck him again. Again and again and again. I honestly didn’t care that I’d said I loved him, and he hadn’t said it back. I’d never felt so content in my life. This was right. Taking care of him and being with him and being like this with him felt right.
He rolled me over to my side and fluffed a pillow under my head, stretching his arm under it, so that I was resting partially on his bicep. He reached a hand over my abdomen and dragged my ass against his cock, spooning me in the cocoon of his big, solid body. He slid a hand down the curve of my hip, resting it between my legs, and kissed the shell of my ear, the nape of my neck.
Oh, heaven.
I was so exhausted, I began to slip off into a most relaxing sleep.
But as I did, I felt his breath on my ear, and he whispered, “I love you, too, Nora.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jetson
In the late afternoon, after we’d showered, I went out to get us take-out for dinner. Nora had unpacked enough boxes to find plates, so we ended up sitting at the kitchen island eating tacos together. As we finished the meal, my phone buzzed with a text, and she saw it before I did. It was from Cullen. Calling church.
“You have to go to the clubhouse, right?” she asked me.
I nodded.
“To figure out what to do with that Fury kid?”
Her forehead creased with worry. I reached over and took her hand. “Look. I promised you. I’ll do everything I can to keep us out of trouble. But we have to do something about the Fury.”
She nodded. “I know.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her long and slow. “I’ll leave you to unpack the rest of these boxes.”
“Oh. Thanks,” she muttered across the island, balling a napkin and hurling it at my face. This time, she hit me square in the nose.
She burst into laughter.
“Oh, yeah? That the way you want to play it?” I started to come after her.
She moved to the other side of the island. I faked left, then moved right, snatching for her around the counter, missing by an inch. Her hair grazed my hand, and she shrieked and raced away.
I splayed my hands on the counter and prepared to charge. “You’re gonna get it,” I warned.
“Oooh, I’m scared,” she taunted.
I broke for it, rushed around the counter, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to me. She wiggled against me but eventually relented, standing on her tip-toes and melting into my kiss. I crushed her tits against my chest and palmed them, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipples through her camisole. They got rock-hard for me, and my mouth salivated with the need to tongue them. “I’ll be back soon. I need more of these.”
“I’ll be waiting!” she sang out as I reluctantly pulled myself away from her body.
After I tore myself from Nora, I rode my bike to the clubhouse, thinking of what I’d promised. I’d be good. For her. For once in my life, I wasn’t thinking about getting revenge on the Fury.
I was thinking about how I’d keep Nora safe.
I’d spent all my time in the Cobras wanting to show the Fury no mercy. So no one was more shocked than I was when I went into church, sat down, and told them I thought we should let the little Fury fucker live.
Cullen raised an eyebrow at me. “You feeling all right, Jet?”
Drake gave me a knowing nudge. “What, did the old ball and chain tell you that?”
I didn’t answer, which made him start to taunt me, but I cut him off. “Look. I think I have a better way.”
The kid, zip-tied to a chair in the corner of the warehouse, waited for his sentence with a sullen expression on his face. He was too far away to hear our conversation, but he watched us, anyway, with a mixture of fear and suspicion. He hadn’t moved much from last night, except now his head hung lower, and the circles around his eyes were darker.
“All right. We’ll get to that,” Cullen muttered. “First order of business is Slade.”
My ears pricked up. “What? They find him?”
“Police found him last night. It was all over the news. Haven’t heard so much as a buzz from the Fury, but I’m hoping them not retaliating on us yet is a good thing. But that’s not saying they won’t come after us anyway, even if they don’t think we’re responsible for Slade. They hate us, and we hate them, and this war ain’t over.”
We all nodded solemnly.
Cullen looked at me and said. “Second order of business.” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder, toward Joel.
The men leaned forward. “So tell us,” my brother said. “What is it? I’m pretty sure, Jet, that you’re the one who wanted to show the Fury no mercy just last night. So why should we let him live, knowing what he knows about us?”
I grabbed a pack of Marlboros off the table and tapped one out. I brought it to my lips. “Because we can use him. He’s worth more to us alive than dead.”
“How?” Zain asked.
“Simple. We turn him. To our side.”
The men looked from one to the other. Cullen shook his head. “Simple? How? That’s impossible.”
“It’s possible,” I said, pointing at Zain. “Zain—”
“In case you didn’t notice, we didn’t have Zain tied up in our clubhouse as our hostage all night before he defected to our side,” Cullen muttered. “This guy? Joel? He don’t like us very much. And I don’t blame him.”
“Plus,” Nix interjected. “Did you forget, baby brother? He was shooting at us.”
Zain looked over at the kid and stroked his chin. “I don’t know. It could work. It all depends on—”
“Look,” I said. “What do we know about him? He’s new to the area. Doesn’t even know his way around. Was off on his own. Doesn’t look like the Fury was taking good care of him. If we show him what it is to be in a real club, it could . . .”
“You know,” Zain said, clapping me on the back. “Jet has a point. The guys in the Fury were shits to me when I was prospecting. We could feel this kid out and see.”
I fist-bumped him. “I think we should. We should at least give it a chance,” I said, thinking of Nora as she’d said the same words to me.
The men nodded.
“All right. I mean, he is just a kid.” Hart added.
“All right,” I said, slamming my hands on the table. “Let’s vote and get this over w
ith!” So I can get back to my girl, I added silently in my head.
Cullen gave me a look like, That’s my line, but nodded. “All right. Who’s for it?”
Zain, Nix, and I all raised our hands immediately. Drake and Hart followed.
Finally, Cullen lifted a finger. “Fine. We’ll just test him out first. But if it ain’t working, we come up with another plan.”
I smiled. Who knew? It actually felt good to show a little mercy.
“Gotta go, guys, I’ve got someplace to be.” I said as I kicked off the chair and walked towards the door.
“See you later, ladies.”
As I strapped my helmet on, I thought of what was waiting for me at home, and my heart pounded in my chest. She was the woman who’d shown me what mercy and selflessness were. The woman who’d saved me, made me a better person, and loved me more than I’d ever believed anyone could love me.
So it turned out, my brother was right. Falling in love wasn’t the end of the world.
No, it was just beginning. And I couldn’t have been happier. I tore off on my bike to get to Nora. The woman I loved.
The one person I truly fucking loved.
For now.
Forever.
~ T H E ~ E N D ~
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