Kinsmen MC (Complete Series)

by J. C. Allen

  “With him not wanting to be in the club?”

  He sighed.

  “Yeah, that. Everything. Who knows. I’m no good with this shit.”

  He furrowed his brows together and stared up at the night sky. After a moment, he turned sideways to me, propping himself up on his elbow. With his other hand, he cupped my cheek and moved my eyes to his. I got lost in his deep eyes—they had so much emotion he didn’t even know he was capable of.

  “I feel like I’m good with you, though.”

  11

  Jaxson

  When I picked Isabelle up, I had a thousand thoughts running through my head.

  All were about how I could make this night special for her. I didn’t usually do this kind of thing—dates, nights out with women that didn’t include the bedroom. Even if I hadn’t wanted to, the girl usually invariably took it there.

  But she was different. I just hoped that it lasted long enough for her and that she felt the same. God knows I needed something to go right on this particular day.

  I just about fucked everything up when she came down the stairs in that tight fucking sweater, looking like a sexy angel or something. Her jeans hugged her every juicy, full curve, accenting her pert ass. All I wanted to do was grab her all over, and so I did until I could barely contain myself. I only understood then why Simon drove a truck, because I would have had her in my back seat right then and there.

  My nerves got to me, though, when we pulled up to the field.

  I kept looking into her big brown eyes, staring up at me with all this wonder and admiration that I had never seen on anyone before. At least, not while they were looking at me.

  I could feel my skin heat from underneath, another feeling I only got when I was around her. All my fingers tingled down to the tips, my throat felt like it isn’t even working anymore, and I felt my eyes bugging out of my head every chance I got to look at her.

  When she gripped my hand, it was intoxicating. Her scent wafted my way, and it took all my self-control not to stop and just inhale her more. The strong vanilla tones, lilac and flowers… it was as intoxicating as her. Instead of sniffing her like a maniac, though, I just wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close. She fits right in my empty places.

  I let her take in the scenery the same way I did the first time. I glanced down at her and could see her eyes darting across the field, her brows raising when one of the bushes scramble. Watching her appreciate the same thing I have, the same way I once did, gave me that feeling of being able to open up to her. Something about her lets me lay down all my defenses.

  We just sat there together, under the clear sky and gushing wind. The air was so clear here, so open, I felt like I was floating around nothing…

  And then I felt Isabelle pressed against me and the feeling went away. Her softness, her beauty had me stealing glances at her under the moonlight. My breath was taken away every fucking time.

  After a bit longer, I lay us down so she could get comfortable. Her head rested on my chest just above my heart, and with every inhale, I smelled where the vanilla in her scent came from. Her brown hair looked even more gorgeous under the light, if that was possible. I kept imagining how her hair would look splayed over her naked back as I took her from behind, or as she rode me backwards.

  I may not have been looking just for sex, but the way Isabelle had my body working, it was impossible not to think about.

  As the conversation got more serious, I took a moment and moved so that I was facing her. Not because I wasn’t comfortable, but because the way her thigh was inching closer to my cock was getting to be dangerous. I had been hard since I saw her, and it wasn’t getting any better despite the deep conversation. I kept looking in her eyes, soft and a little droopy at the moment, but still beautiful as ever. Under this light, I could see that they’re hazel around the edges, and darker in the middle.

  I kept my hand on her cheek, the softness of it enchanting, and I traced her full lips with my thumb before I inched closer and kiss her.

  When my skin met hers, I felt like I erupted into flames. There is no turning back.

  I have never felt a softer pair of lips, a smoother, sweeter taste. My tongue darted out immediately for more, hitting the inside of her bottom lip. I took a large inhale and deepened the kiss and tightened my grip on her.

  My hands moved from her face to her shoulders, and she easily swung over me as her hand braced against my chest. She clutched my jacket and then dipped her hands underneath. I swiped my tongue over hers, and she pushed back. We kissed each other as hard as possible before falling into a softer kiss, exploring each other’s lips and taste as long as we could.

  Isabelle’s hands trailed down my chest gingerly, so much so that I could feel her tremble. I pressed my forehead against hers to steady her and waved my hands down the smooth planes of her body. I grabbed her waist, then moved down to her wide hips. I loved that I could grab onto them and move her where I want to—and that was lower so I could relieve the pressure in my cock by pressing it against her warmth between her thighs.

  She gasped out a breath, and I moved my lips down the edge of her jaw, pressing up into her further. She tilted her head and her hot breath went to my ear .I continued, shamelessly grinding against her in my jeans as I found the sweet spot of her neck to suckle. I groaned at the first taste, the feeling of just having my tongue over her hot skin. Her groans grew louder and closer together as she starts to grind back against me.

  She was as eager as I was, and I fucking loved it. There were no more games, no more pretenses to be played; no more saying I was rude or she was curt or foolish. We were just experiencing each other and nothing more; there could be nothing more perfect.

  I could feel her flesh turn red before I moved on. I kept my left hand on her hip, the other to the wide neck of her sweater to pull it down. I trailed down lower, stopping my lips at the center of her shoulder. I couldn’t fight the urge—not that I really wanted to—and so I softly bit her. She yelped, and I chuckled under my breath and raised my hips higher to her.

  The intensity of the moment was getting to me like no other. I had never experienced anything so good, so satisfying, so erotic—I’d had plenty of sex before, sure, but it was just sex. This was something different; this was something more.

  There was no way I was coming in my pants, but for how good Isabelle felt and how hot she was, I was getting pretty damned close. I decided not to help matters when I suckled her skin over my bite mark until I was pleased that I left a good mark on her. I was usually a private person, but in the case of Isabelle, I wanted everyone to know she was mine and no one else’s.

  I cupped her face and kissed her again. Her hips came down over me more; her weight added to the heat, buckling my knees. Suddenly, she broke my small kiss and pulled back. Her brown eyes were big and wild and holy fuck, I wanted to see them like this all the fucking time.

  It was the most intense look she’d ever given me, and it was a look that foretold of some good things to, ahem, come.

  “Jaxson,” she said, biting her now swollen bottom lip.

  The way she said my name… my God. It was enough to turn a bad boy biker into a horny teenager. I didn’t know why I had ever given her grief and pushed her away, but I was sure as hell glad I didn’t anymore.

  “Hm,”

  My eyes roved over her wild hair and pink blushed skin. I had lost my concentration long ago, and our position wasn’t helping matters—not that they needed help.. Her hips paused over mine but still stayed close.

  “It’s been a really, really long time…”

  “Since?”

  I knew the answer—I just wanted to hear her say it. She blushed even more, if that’s possible. I grinned at her when I flexed my hips up, and she naturally moved against me. It might have been a really long time, but she still moves like a natural.

  Let’s have some fun with that.

  “Since I’ve had sex. And—”

  I reached down and
unbuttoned her jeans.

  “And?”

  I don’t see a problem. Her breath was so shaky, she nearly wheezed. Despite this, I kept going, pulling down the zipper and shoving my hand in the open space. I groaned when my fingers touched her hair. I loved that she wasn’t bare down there.

  And then I about lost it when I felt her silky pussy dripping between my fingers.

  “And…”

  She could barely squeak. Her breaths were so close together. I had her quite literally in my hands.

  She gave up, collapsing against me. Her head went to the crook of my shoulder. Wanting to push her limits of pleasure, I slid my fingers further, right until I feel the bud of her clit, hard and throbbing. I could feel her pulse, her every beat, and I fucking loved it. I circled my finger there, not even bothering to move. She started to tremble. Her shaking brought my cock to life again.

  Whatever thoughts I had had before about not taking this to the bedroom were only true in the literal sense, because we weren’t going to make it to the bedroom. We were going to go at it right there.

  “Jaxson…”

  The sound was more than perfect. It made me throb so hard for her, I actually might have just come in my parents if I were younger and less experienced. Just the fact that I was considering it, I think, said it all.

  I moved my fingers faster but still slow enough to hold her right on the edge. I knew she was so close… but what was the rush? Her fingers came up under my shirt, and she clenched my abs, her nails digging into my skin. The initial rush of pain quickly gave way to an enormous amount of pleasure.

  “Fuck Isabelle, you’re so fucking wet.”

  She shivered at the whispering I did in her ear. I bit down on my lip as I watched her skin flush all the way to her ears, circling her tiny pearl earring. Her clit felt like a fucking pearl to me now, hard and circling around my finger. And there wasn’t anything more valuable in the world that her pearl right now.

  She was so wet that I almost lost my grip on her. But, fortunately for her, I kept going. The sound of her coming undone was the best thing I had ever heard, and I certainly knew that while this wasn’t going to be the last time with me inside of her, the first time was going to be memorable—especially if she hadn’t had sex in a long time.

  “Come for me, Isabelle. I want to feel you come on my hand.”

  She gasped with a sharp inhale. Her breath went silent.

  But the silence was only a split second, like the calm before the storm. Because with one more stroke of my finger, with one more movement from within her, I had her. She was mine to make orgasm, and I had made her do just that.

  She erupted in moans that rung right in my ear. Her body took over and shook. She trembled like an earthquake, and I felt her heated pussy clench around my hands and dripping around my fingers. I slid further in and slip two fingers in her—one orgasm wasn’t going to be enough.

  Just as her moans died down, I used my palm to press on her clit. I put pressure there until a second wave comes over her, and she was spent from the way she just collapses against me. But we’re not done yet. Not even close.

  I moved my other hand and kissed her as I slid my fingers out. My tongue swiped her. and I moaned at her taste and how good my cock would feel inside of her. I had to wipe my hand on my jeans from her juices.

  “You’ll stain your pants.”

  I pulled back and met her gaze. I grinned at her, knowing full well that this “stain” was the last thing I wanted to remove. I wanted the mark of Isabelle on me for as long as I could. She smiled back and then licked her lips.

  “It’s a stain I’d love to have.”

  She smirked at me as she slid off me and lay on her side to zip herself back up. After she caught her breath, she leaned up and glanced at my cock. The look on her face was making me even harder—I could not contain myself much longer. I might actually come in my pants if she kept looking at me like that.

  I needed to make moves. But I needed to make sure it was OK.

  “How long has it been since you had sex?”

  She giggled nervously and looked off into the distance, her eyes leaving my cock.

  “Um, a long time.”

  She had a nervous laugh about her that was practically a tic. It was sweet and sexy at the same time.

  “Why?” I asked, curious.

  “What do you mean, why?”

  “I mean… do you save that kind of thing for relationships or something?”

  “Um, no.”

  Thank God. That would’ve made this night really awkward if she did.

  “I guess it just only happened that way. I was never the kind of girl that could sleep around, but the thought crossed my mind.”

  I smiled as I caressed her face gently.

  “You don’t have to feel guilty about that.”

  She beamed with amusement, as if I had just said something unbelievably funny that she didn’t want to laugh at..

  “Do you sleep around?”

  “No,” I said. “Not technically.”

  It wasn’t the strongest answer, but compared to some of the other men in the club, I definitely didn’t sleep around. There was little comparison with me and some of the other gentlemen who liked to get it on; I wasn’t opposed to hooking up, but I did like to at least have some connection with the women I slept with.

  “If you want to wait with me, I get it. I’m not your typical guy, you know with the MC club and all.”

  “I don’t…”

  Her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks before she met my gaze with a tentative expression. She was really fucking cute when she was nervous. And that wasn’t even mentioning that she had just confessed she didn’t want to wait.

  “I’m not necessarily waiting with you. I thought we were about to… I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone before.”

  I smiled. In what could only be described as the most unexpected twist, the words were making me respect her and like her even more… which was making me want to have our first time be more proper.

  Admittedly, the move felt sudden even for me. If anyone else in the club saw me like this, they might have wondered if I had developed a thing for men now. But that sincerely wasn’t the case—Isabelle was a good girl, not a friend of the club; I wanted to treat her accordingly.

  “I would have gladly fucked you right here and now,” I said, placing a hand on her knee. “But you don’t seem like the kind of woman I can fuck on the forest ground.”

  She blushed as if she didn’t just admit to the same thing, and it made me smirk. I was unsure of how she would take it, but so far, all seemed well. Then her eyes started to flutter, a sign of a need for post-orgasm rest.

  “You’re falling asleep.”

  “Mhm.”

  She wasn’t desperately in need of sleep, but it could have easily happened here if she needed it to.

  “Let me take you home.”

  I got her up and then grabbed the quilt. I folded it and stuffed it into the seat compartment, then I helped her put her helmet on.

  “I can do it myself, you know,” she said.

  “I know, sweetheart,” I said. “But for the amount of fatigue you’re showing, I think it’s the least I could do for you.

  She grinned at the word “sweetheart.” I didn’t even know where it came from, but it sure felt like it was sticking.

  Once I got settled, I was off down the winding road to her place. She lived more in the suburbs part of the town, just before the city line. Though it had gotten colder and the wind stronger, her soft body behind me was enough to keep me warm for hours. My hand was still pulsing from being between her legs, and my lips were still on fire even as the wind smashed them. Truly, this was going to be a sensation that I wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.

  When I got her to the door, the temptation was there to keep pushing, to try and make it happen… but I couldn’t. She was too tired, and I wanted her to be more alert when she was to finally have sex
with me.

  “Thank you, Jaxson. I had a great night.”

  She smiled at me. She fiddled with her keys.

  “You’re welcome. I did too.”

  A silence filled the air as it felt like she wanted me to take her up but I didn’t want to. There was definitely a certain irony to the fact that now, I, the aggressive biker, was the passive one and she, the good graduate student, was the horny one.

  “So, uh,” she said. “I… I have a really busy week ahead of me, with school and everything. So um—”

  “I’ll just see you this weekend, when you’re free,” I said, cutting off all of the tension right there.

  “Okay.”

  She bit her lip and then rose on her tip toes quickly to kiss me. I smiled against her lips and deepened the kiss, getting one last good taste of her. I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to eat for some time so that I could retain that taste of hers in me.

  “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

  I stepped back and watched her unlock the door.

  “Goodnight, Jaxson.”

  The next morning was greeted not by the sweet memory of the previous night, not by fantasizing about Isabelle, not by the scent of her touch or the taste of her lips, but by something very different.

  A loud, obnoxious knock on my door.

  In my process of grabbing a bat—just in case—I looked at my phone, only to see my Mom had texted me, saying I needed to come outside and meet her now. I obviously dropped the bat, grabbed some clothes, and put them on as I bundled down the stairs and to the front door.

  “See, this is why I took your key last year,” I said as I opened the door. “So that you wouldn’t come waking my ass up this early.

  “Oh please, after you see this breakfast casserole you’ll change your mind.”

  That’s what you got me up for? That’s what made me think that my place was getting robbed?

  Christ, Mom, I love you but shit.

  “Where are your clothes?”

  “You dragged me out of bed and expect me to be fully dressed?”