by Emma Creed
I have no control over my body when it launches towards him, my arms wrapping around his neck. I swaddle him with gratefulness, and at first, he doesn’t respond. He remains weightless between my arms then just when I’m about to pull away, his hand reaches around to my back, and he taps me with an unexpected softness.
“You need anything, feel free to help yourself to what’s in her room. I’m sure she would have wanted you to have it.” I can’t begin to think how hard this must be for him, and I take a look up to the clear blue sky and hope Hayley is watching when I make a silent promise to her that I’m gonna take care of him too.
“You should get back down to the party,” he says, his curt voice suddenly back, cuing for me to pull myself away before things turn awkward.
“Sure thing, Prez,” I whisper, forcing a smile through my tears. He nods his head managing to drag out a little smile of his own from somewhere. And I know what I’ve just witnessed was really special, that it isn’t often Jimmer Carson shows any sign of weakness.
She’s been gone ages, definitely long enough for me to start getting worried. I know Prez wouldn’t hurt her, I’d never have let her go alone if I did. Prez is good to his word, I trust him above anyone else. But the longer she takes to come back the more anxious I become. He doesn’t know what she means to me. He can’t, not yet, not while he’s still so angry at her. I’m hoping he appreciates her thoughtfulness. Sees what Hayley saw in her and understand a little why she’d wanted to save her.
“Hey Jess, where’s blondie?” Troj asks, zipping up his jeans as he walks towards us. Squealer’s been talking to me too, but I haven’t been listening. When I see her at the top of the hill making her way back down the relief that passes through me makes me feel guilty. I should never have doubted my Prez, even if he isn’t himself and no one really knows where his head’s at.
“She just took Prez up something to eat,” I answer Troj’s question, curious to why it matters to him.
“You see her sun snatchin’ in that bikini? That fuckin’ body man. No wonder you’re hoarding her in the cabin all for yourself. Maybe I should move back in,” he threatens with a playful wink.
“Maybe you should shut your mouth before I fill it with my dick, asshole,” I snap back.
“What's the deal anyway?” Squealer asks. “You fuckin’ it?” His head gestures over to where she bounces along the path towards us, wearing a smile that lights up her whole face.
“She’s off limits.” My eyes dart a warning between them all. Screwy too, he may not have much to say for himself, but that doesn’t stop his cock walkin’ the fuckin’ walk.
“Says who? You ain’t made no claim,” Squealer reminds me, continuing to look her over as if she’s just another club bitch.
“You waitin’ on the Prez’s approval?” Troj asks, sounding serious now.
“While he’s waiting, I don’t mind being the warm-up act.” Squealer laughs and it takes all I have not to rip the fucking pick from his teeth and dig it through his eyeball, even Screw’s lips raise up into a sneer. I’d seen the way every single one of my brothers watched her walk into the lake earlier, admiring how the sun sparkled against her wet skin and how she’d hopped from foot to foot over the pebbles, every curve on her body dancing as she moved.
She. Is. Mine. And I feel a crushing pressure to make sure everyone around me knows it. I ignore the fuckers, leaving them behind me to walk towards her. Completely driven by the need to make sure everyone gets my message loud and clear. I can’t think about how it might fuck off Prez, even if it does, it won’t stop me. The closer I get to her, the higher that smile reaches on her face. I’ll speak with Prez, I’ll tell him everything, and I’ll take the fuckin’ consequences.
“Hey,” her sweet voice chirps, and I don’t answer. Instead, I lean in, grab the back of her head, and pull her to my lips. She freezes at first, but it doesn’t take long for her mouth to open for me, letting me in to taste that delicious tongue. This is nothing gentle, I’m rough, territorial, and by the time I’m satisfied I’ve made my point to our audience, we’re both starved of breath.
I need to get us out of here before I pull up that pretty little sundress and fucking own her right the fuck here, to really hammer home my point. When I pull away, her eyes are distracted over my shoulder.
“Everyone’s looking at us,” she whispers, looking suddenly embarrassed.
“Good, let them fuckin’ look, darlin’.” Taking her hand, without looking back, I drag her through the woods towards my cabin.
“Jessie where we going?” she giggles, struggling to keep up with my pace.
“I’m taking you home, I need to be inside you again.” I march us along the path that leads to home.
“Jessie.” Her voice holds a doubt that stops me moving forward, causing her body to accidentally tumble into mine.
“What is it?” I turn around, praying she isn’t gonna back out of this, not now. Not after I’ve had a taste of how good it is with her.
“I’m not on anything, I should have said something last night, but you kinda distracted me,” she says, an awkward look on her face, as she fiddles with the seam of her dress.
So fucking cute.
“That ain't a problem, I’ll speak to Doc tomorrow. Get that situ sorted ASAP,” I assure, kissing her forehead with a relieved sigh before setting off again.
“Jessie.” She stops me again, tugging my arm back. “I don’t know what this is… but you need to know. I’m not one of them, I won’t be passed around between you all. What happened last night, I did because it was with you, I don’t want to be a club… whatever it is you call them. And I’m not asking anything of you, but…” her voice trembles as she speaks, and I never thought hearing the words she just said would bring someone like me satisfaction. I place a finger over her lips, forcing her to stop rambling, I’ve heard all I need to.
“Damn straight you’re not one of them. You’re mine. I won’t be sharing.” I move a strand of damp hair away from her freshly sun-kissed face. “I ain’t ever done anything like this before, Mads, I can’t change who I am, and I’m probably gonna fuck up at times. But I’ll never intentionally hurt you. You reckon you can see past all that shit and give not being normal with me a try?” I lay it out for her because I have fuck all to lose and everything to gain.
Waiting for her response seems to take forever, but as a tiny smirk teases her lips, I dare to hope that she’s in. She stretches up on to her tiptoes, her lips brushing lightly over my jaw before she whispers inside my ear.
“I’m yours. If you think you can take me.” Her eyes glisten as they glance sideways, her words traveling directly to my cock and leaving me at a disadvantage when she runs. She skips over fallen branches and jumps rocks making the most of the head start she’s got on me. I let her get far enough ahead to make it a good chase, then set off after her. Catching up in just a few seconds, she squeals when my hands grab at her waist and I pull her back into me.
“Oh, darlin’, I’ma take you,” I promise. “All the fuckin’ way.”
I throw her over my shoulder, slap my palm hard onto one of her ass cheeks, and carry the girl laughing all the way back to my cabin. It’s silent with everyone down at the lake, and I’m gonna make my girl scream loud enough that they all hear that she’s untouchable. Of limits. Mine.
When Skid’s front door opens and Tommy steps outside, he seems shocked to see us together.
“Everything okay, Grunt?” I lift my head and call over to him.
“Yeah, just returning Uncle Skid’s drill, had some shit to fix in one of the cabins down in Sluts sanctuary.”
I nod back and leave him to it. Kicking open my cabin door and carrying Maddy inside, I sit her up on the kitchen counter. Standing between her legs, I kiss down her neck, crossing her collarbone, and pull her dress straps off her shoulders. I grab a fist at the front of her dress and rip it down, leaving it to rest underneath her tits. Taking them in each of my hands, I run my nose through
the tight gap I leave between them, then reach around her back and pull on the strings that hold her bikini in place.
Maddy’s head tips back, forcing her hot flesh closer to my mouth and I take it. My tongue rolling and my lips pulling at those perfect nipples until she’s moaning that soft sound that makes my cock ache even harder to be inside her. I leave a trail of kisses all the way down her body, keeping her dress moving with me. When I stop at her hips, she reads my mind, lifting her ass up off the counter so I can rid her of it altogether. Then with a quick tug on the strings either side of her bikini bottoms, she’s fully bare and mine to be taken.
I spread her legs open wide, and my tongue reacquaints with her center. Sliding up through her pussy lips and absorbing that sweet, unique taste that belongs to me now. Her nails scrape against my scalp, gripping a fist load of my hair and making me want to give her every pleasurable sensation imaginable.
The innocent little creature has somehow turned sex on its head for me. Changed it into something I don’t recognize but can’t get enough of. It isn’t about rushing to get release anymore. Everything is for her, her pleasure is the trigger to mine, and we’re both getting off as her delicious pussy trembles against my tongue.
Her hips wiggle, keeping tight to my face, needy and hungry for more. And more is exactly what I give her when I stand back up and without warning thrust two fingers inside her. I slam my mouth onto hers, and she moans into me. Breaking away so she can look between us, she watches intently as I finger fuck her tight little snatch until it erupts around my hand.
My other hand releases my cock, then grabs a hold of her ass as I drag us both down to the floor. I may not have had the patience to get us to the bedroom, but I do enter her slowly. Savoring her tightness as it strains around my cock, pushing deeper until she’s taken every inch of me. She whimpers a little, probably still a little sore from last night, but when her eyes open back up and she smiles, I know she’s okay.
I try to remind myself that this is all new to her as I stir my cock inside her. The last thing I want is to hurt her, but the urge to pound into her almost chokes me.
“You’re mine now, Mads, you understand that?” I thrust a little harder. Her head bobs up and down in agreement, but it doesn’t seem good enough.
“Say it out loud.” My fingers press hard into her ass.
“Yours,” she says without hesitating, the chill of her blue eyes burning like frostbite into mine.
“But…” she starts, and fuck, I don’t think I can handle a but right now. That doesn’t stop my hips, rotating into her as I wait for the words. Her hand grips my hair tighter, almost painfully.
“You… you’re mine too. No more of them. I don’t wanna share either.” She holds me with her eyes, daring me to argue back… As if I fuckin’ would.
“You got me, darlin’.” It comes out sounding exactly like the warning it is, and I slide my hands all the way up her arms and take her wrists, pushing them up over her head and pinning her to the floor. I let her have it, all of me. My cock sliding easier in and out of her body every time it re-enters.
I’m close, so close that I feel the blood rushing to my head, but I need to hold out for her. I’m relieved when her legs start shaking against my hips, and I know she’s almost with me.
I need to pull out of her, she’s unprotected.
Maddy screams out, clawing at my T-shirt as her pussy clamps around me. Owning me, and the sensation keeps me trapped inside that magic little slit of hers. The thought of her draining everything out of me makes it even harder to stop.
“Jessie, fuckin’ god, Jessie.” Her nails dig through the fabric and scratch at my skin, and it takes every scrap of my willpower, but somehow I manage to pull out. My cock landing hard between us, and long beads of cum shooting all over her sun-bronzed stomach.
I grip her hands a little tighter and feel myself twitch against her warm skin.
“You have no idea what it took to fucking stop that firing inside you,” I sigh, letting my head fall down and press against hers.
“Can I taste it?” she asks, and my head shoots up to check I’ve heard her right. She blushes as she looks down her body. I close my eyes and take a breath before I answer her. The girl is too much to fucking take.
Sliding through the warm sticky mess I’ve made on her, I soak my finger, then slowly outline her already open lips. I watch her tongue trail behind it to lick them, and then she takes my finger inside her mouth and sucks it clean, releasing it with a pop.
“Maddy Summers you fucking own me,” I whisper into her ear before sagging on top of her, exhausted, not just physically, but mentally from all the things this girl’s got me wanting.
Knowing where I stand with Jessie is a relief from a burden I didn’t even know I was carrying. We don’t go back to the party, everything we need is right here in his cabin. He promises he will speak to the doc tomorrow to sort out birth control, despite me telling him I’d be happy to eat him clean whenever he needs me to.
This morning we both smile pathetically at each other while we eat breakfast, and he gives me the sweetest, drawn-out kiss before he heads out the door. It’s barely closed behind him when I realize he’s left his phone on the table, so I pick it up and chase him out.
He’s just about to mount his bike and looks back when I call his name, instantly turning my bones to jelly. I ignore the other guys, some on their porches, others waiting on their bikes, as I skip down the steps.
“You forgot this,” I smile. Everyone around us fades into the background and out of existence when he takes the phone out my hand.
“Thanks, darlin’.” He moves towards me, knocking me off guard when his hand slides round the back of my neck, drawing me to him. He kisses me. Hard. Not gentle or soft, but primal, and I want to drag him back into the cabin and make him fuck me all over again. With his fist still tangled in my hair, he takes a long breath through his nostrils before releasing me.
This is a snip of the Jessie I got down in that rotten basement, and as much as I love his kind side, I’d be lying if I said brutal Jessie didn’t turn me on a little too.
God, I’ve already spent too long with these people.
The whoops and wails from around us soon bring me back down to earth, and Jessie smirks when he pulls away. There seems to be a happiness that I’ve never seen on his face before now, and it spreads warmth from my cheeks all the way down to my toes.
“Eyes off my bitch, Squealer,” Jessie says without taking his eyes off me. I quickly look over my shoulder to Squealer, who’s staring mouth open. His hands lift into the air as if he’s being held at gunpoint. I suddenly remember that I’m only wearing one of Jessie’s T-shirts.
“I better head back in,” I whisper to Jessie, nearly drawing blood from my bottom lip when I bite at it.
Jessie’s grin doesn’t drop as he mounts his bike and starts it up, the ground beneath me rumbling as more bikes roar to life. I stretch the T-shirt down as far as I can and rush back inside for a shower.
It surprises me how quick the morning goes. I grab my laptop to have a look into Tobias Saunders a little more. Yeah, Prez said I didn’t have to, but I still want to help the club out if I can. It’s the least I can do after all the trouble I’ve unwittingly caused for them.
I start with an easy hack into the local county, search his name but come up short. So I search the compound address, and freeze when I read that a warrant to search the club has been issued by a state judge just this morning. I pick up the phone Jessie got for me to call and warn him. Imagining all the things lying around here that could get them into trouble.
There’s no answer, and I keep trying as I slip on my sneakers and rush out of the cabin. My heart is thumping against my chest the whole way down to the club. I don’t know what the feds will be searching for, but I’m certain that if I don’t get a warning to Jessie they’ll find it. And if they do, it could mean Jessie doing time.
I forget all my manners when I burst throug
h the doors of the club and called out for Jessie in the foyer.
Silence. Nothing.
I take the left door into a small lounge-like bar but it’s empty, so I dash into the right one swing the door open and knock straight into solid man muscle.
“Whoo, black betty.” The guy with a bald head, who fucks women against trucks, holds on to both of my arms.
“I need… to speak to… Jessie,” I fight the words out as my chest grasps at air.
“Calm down, I can take you to him,” he tells me. I let him lead me out the club and towards the chapel at the bottom of a small cobbled path, and when we reach the double oak doors he taps his tattooed knuckles loudly against the wood.
A mumbled voice inside responds, and he opens it halfway.
“Jessie your bitch is here. Seems urgent.” I hear scraping wood followed by hard footsteps. The door swings wider, and I manage to get a peek inside. It isn’t a regular chapel, there are no pews, but instead there’s a huge wooden table that Hayley’s Dad sits at the head of. Other than him it’s just Jessie in the room.
“You okay?” Jessie grabs at my shoulders and holds me out, examining me. As tempting as it is to melt into his arms, I need to get this out… and fast. They could already be on their way.
“There's a warrant,” I stop to catch air. “Issued this morning, to search this place.”
“Issued by who?” Jessie asks like he doesn’t quite believe me.
“Judge Jackson. For the Feds… I was looking into Tobias, thought I’d start with the county files, and when I glanced through most recent it flagged up.”