by Blair Grey
I waited. It would only be a moment, I was sure, before he would knock on the door. Then, I would slip out of bed, grab a robe, and throw it over my shoulders before going to answer. I was sleeping in my t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but nothing else.
It was a warm night, even this late in the year, and I didn’t want to be too hot. But, I wasn’t going to answer the door dressed like that, and I didn’t think he would be staying long enough to put on real clothes. It would be brief, no doubt, perhaps even just enough for him to tell me there had been a change of plans and he didn’t want to see me again the next day.
But then, I was shaken out of bed by a tap on the window. Confused, I sat up and looked.
Sure enough, it was Jett. Instead of going to the door at the front of the apartment, he had walked around the side of the building and was now tapping on the door directly to my bedroom. They were large windows, and there was plenty of room for him to crawl right through once I unlocked it, but that didn’t stop me from laughing and looking at him like he was crazy as he crawled through.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a smirk. “Do you not know how to use the door like a normal person?”
“Why use the door and have to walk through that maze you call a living room when I can come right to the source?” Jett asked as he stepped into my bedroom.
“What are you even doing here? It’s like three in the morning,” I said.
“Did that stop you from having me over last night?”
“Or you could say this morning,” I teased.
“Yesterday, today, whenever,” he shrugged. Before I had the chance to say anything else, however, he took a step forward and pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t like the kiss he’d given me the day before. No, this kiss was much deeper and slower.
It was deliberate, like the sort of kiss someone gives when they really want to feel every part of it. And, though it wasn’t as intense or hot as the kiss we’d shared the night before, there was something about it that sent yet another electric shock throughout my entire body.
Immediately, I felt a tremor run through me. I was weak in the knees and felt as though I could fall right into his arms. Had he not put his hand on the side of my face, almost supporting me with that touch alone, I might have done that very thing.
But, he only pulled back long enough to gaze down into my eyes, his own eyes saying something I couldn’t quite read. I’d never really felt this sort of intensity with any relationship before, and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.
I wasn’t sure how to give my body permission to roll with the heat of the moment without getting tangled with my heart. I didn’t want to fall in love with this man, but there was something about him that told me it wasn’t going to be easy.
Just sleeping with him was incredible, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to leave it at that for very long. Hell, there was already more I wanted from him. I never wanted his touch to leave. I craved it like a drug. I wanted more of him. And, as he looped his other hand around the small of my back and pulled me into him, I felt another rush run through me.
There was something primal about the way that he touched me. Something that made me feel alive with a passion, a heat that was more intense than any other. There was something so deep about it, I didn’t know it was possible to feel that way with anyone.
Without another word, my hands went to his leather vest, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor before my hands were at the hem of his shirt, rolling that up and over his head as well.
I put my hand to his chest as he slipped his hands up under my oversized t-shirt, his hands on my tits, his thumbs brushing my nipples. They were already hard, but they stiffened even more under the stroke, and I let out a soft moan.
I put my hands on either side of his head, running my fingers through his hair as our kiss deepened. Our tongues danced around each other, playing with each other and causing goosebumps to rise all along our arms – right down to the tips of our fingers.
Our breathing deepened, matching the need for each other. We stood that way next to my bed for a moment, but as the clothes came off, I knew it would only be seconds before we were tumbling back onto the bed once more.
And, I was ready for it.
I was already wet, his hands running over me only making the need to have him inside me greater. His hard cock slid against my leg as he took one of my hands and guided me to take him. I stroked him, fast and smooth, begging him to be inside me.
Jett scooped me up easily, taking me the two steps to the bed and laying me down on the comforter. My bed was already unmade from me sleeping in it, but it didn’t matter. I was on top of the tangle of sheets, wrapping my legs around Jett as he eased himself over the top of me.
His hand was on my tit, his other hand sliding under my back and raising my ass higher as he slid his cock into me. I spread my legs, still sore from the night before, but more than ready to take him again. My body was more prepared this time, and he slid in deeper than ever, my wet pussy taking him completely.
I let out a moan as he thrust in and out of me, his cock sliding quickly and easily with how wet I was. We were both aroused, filled with the lust for each other. I wasn’t sure what this man did to me, but he filled me with a desire unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life.
I couldn’t get enough of him, and I rocked my hips back and forth on the bed along with him. I wanted to take him deeper, and I spread my legs wide to take him as far as I could.
He put his hands around my back and twisted, moving me along with him until I was on top. Then, I rocked my hips as he lay on the bed beneath me. His cock was buried deep inside me, still gliding in and out of me easily with the movement of my hips.
I moaned, putting my hands to his chest as I continued to rock back and forth, making the most of the moment, taking him as completely as possible. He moaned, running his hands along my body and exploring every part of me as we were both taken closer to climax.
I locked eyes with him. Neither of us spoke. There wasn’t anything to say. There wasn’t any way to explain how we felt for each other, only that we were meant for this. As I came, I rode him faster than ever, pushing him to climax along with me.
At the same time the throes of pleasure ran through me, Jett let out a moan and I felt the buckle of his cock deep inside me once more, then the pulse of him as he filled me with his load. The warmth that spread over me brought a smile to my face.
I wasn’t sure why, but there was more satisfaction in that moment than I’d ever felt sleeping with anyone before. I loved satisfying Jett, and I never before felt so satisfied with someone as when he was deep inside me.
With a sigh, I slid off the top of him, laying my head on his chest for a moment as we both caught our breath. The thoughts threatened to sweep through my mind once more, but I ignored them. I didn’t want to question this moment. I didn’t want to think about what I was doing, or where this was going to end.
I knew it was how things had to be, and this is just what I wanted to happen. I knew for Jett, this was just another of his conquests, and sure enough, he would lose interest sooner rather than later. But, that didn’t change the fact that I was feeling things with him that I didn’t anticipate feeling.
I didn’t think I would feel anything but a hatred for him the entire time I went through with this plan. I was sure I’d feel nothing but a satisfaction over how much I’d get him to like my company, knowing it was just a matter of time before I turned him over to the police and he got what was coming to him.
But, what I didn’t think would happen was definitely happening. I was feeling things for him I didn’t think possible.
I was feeling things.
And, I didn’t know what that meant.
Chapter 11
Jett
“Sorry I’m late,” Callie said when she walked up to the bar. “I should have taken an Uber, but the bus seemed like a faster option at the time.”
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If you needed a ride, I could have given you one. Why didn’t you just drive?” I asked in surprise. “Do you not have a car?”
She hesitated. “Well, not yet. I mean, I did have one, but I sold it during the move because I needed money to get into my place. I figured the town is small enough I could walk most places, so why not?”
“Because you would be safer if you were in your own vehicle,” I replied, letting the frustration show in my tone. I didn’t want to yell at her, and I knew it wasn’t even really my place to scold her, but there was another part of me that couldn’t help it.
I had started to wonder if something happened to her when she didn’t show up to the bar on time, and I never thought that way about anyone. But with her walking to work, and evidently walking pretty much anywhere else she wanted to go, I knew it was just a matter of time before something did happen to her.
It wasn’t that Devil Hills was the most dangerous place in the world, but it wasn’t exactly the safest, either. Not with all the crime and MCs around. I wouldn’t worry if it was just my own MC running the streets, but that wasn’t the case. And, with the rumors that were floating about, I hated to think she might get caught in the crossfire merely because she was a worker at the bar my MC frequented.
Come on, Jett, you know there’s more to it than that. You even had the thought earlier that she might be in danger if you lay claim to her, even if she’s not at the bar. After all, if someone wanted to get even with you, the best way to do that would be to go for your old lady.
Not to say that she thinks of herself as your old lady, but she clearly likes you, and it’s not been a challenge in the slightest to get her in bed with you, so who’s to say she wouldn’t be a target anyway?
If she’s going to be on foot, then you better not be inviting her out places that are far from her house, and you better keep an eye on the time so she doesn’t have to be out alone after dark. The last thing you need to worry about is her walking around this town at night when there could be a war on the horizon.
“Did you order yet?” Callie asked, cutting into my thoughts.
“No, I thought I’d wait for you,” I told her.
“Sorry,” she said. “I’m ready.”
We gave the bartender our orders, and Callie settled into the seat next to mine. There was a part of me that felt bad for the change of plans. I didn’t know she had to walk everywhere, and I didn’t know she would be running late, either.
I figured she would want a change of pace than Echo Mori, so I offered to meet her at another bar in town – one of my other favorites. But, since I had ended up spending the night with her again, we didn’t meet as early as planned. It was nearly five as we were sitting down, which was one of the busier times in town with rush hour.
While it made me more comfortable to think there were more people around and it was less likely she would get hurt for that reason, there was also the chance someone would use the cover of a crowd to get to her.
I knew I was thinking too far ahead. We weren’t an item. Hell, if I were brutally honest with myself, I knew we were just sleeping together, and that was the end of it, really, but I wanted to imagine what life would be like if she were my old lady.
She could be Den Mother to the MC. I knew she could fit the role perfectly, and I would love to see her doing it. But, that would mean she would be my girlfriend, and I hadn’t had a girlfriend in years. Hell, I hadn’t had one since I became president of the MC, and I never thought the interest would strike me.
Or, I always thought it would be when I was much older…out of my thirties, anyway. Not now. Not with this girl I met at the bar. But then, there were a lot of things that were different about Callie. Things I really enjoyed, and things I wanted to know better.
Which was why I was really glad she came to meet me at the bar. I didn’t want to just flirt and talk about work. I wanted to get to know her better – to see if she really was the kind of person I thought she might be. It was a strange thing for me to want to get to know anyone like that. But then, there was something about Callie that I just couldn’t explain.
And, something I didn’t want to question.
“So tell me about yourself,” Callie said, as though she could read my thoughts.
“What?” I asked in surprise as I looked at her. She gave me a flirtatious grin.
“Come on, you said you wanted to see me again, and you set up us having drinks. What does this say besides you want to talk?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Good point. I guess I’m used to talking to the guys more than I talk with women, so I figured you’d be doing most of the talking.”
“Me?” Callie looked genuinely surprised.
“I thought women liked to talk,” I ventured.
“We do, but I mean, you’re the one with the Club and all the status and everything. If I had to guess, I would say you have way more interesting things to talk about than I have to share,” she argued.
I sipped on the beer in front of me, and then I looked back at her. “Tell me about growing up. Clearly, you’re not from around here.”
She seemed surprised by the comment and the suggestion, too, for that matter. It made me wonder how many dates she had been on, and if she was stuck going out with men who really only wanted to talk about themselves. She thoughtfully sipped on her wine for a moment, before she took a deep breath.
“Well, I don’t know how much you really care to hear. My childhood was sort of boring, and you might say the last few years have been pretty rough, too. My dad died last year, and my mother has been having a really tough time coping with it. Severe depression to say the least,” she shrugged.
“I’m sorry. Are you close with your mom?” I asked.
Callie shrugged again. “I mean, it was easier when she wasn’t so depressed all the time. My father’s death was pretty unexpected, and I think both of us have been having a difficult time getting over it. I want to, but I think some reconciliation has to take place first, if that makes sense.”
I nodded. I knew what she meant, and I found it surprising she was so put together to be struggling with something so big. But, she also seemed uncomfortable. It surprised me that she hesitated so much talking about her childhood, and how she quickly changed the subject to me as soon as she could.
“I want to know how you would end up being the leader of a Club like this. I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but it seems to me like the clubs we had when we were kids, but you’re adults now,” she laughed.
I smirked and let out a light scoff. “I guess you could think of it that way, but it’s a lot more serious than that. I was born into it in a way.”
“Born into it?” she asked in surprise.
I nodded as I took another drink of my beer. “My father is the founder of the club, and I was his only son. That doesn’t mean I would automatically become the president, but it definitely put me in the line for that position.”
“I see,” Callie said. “Tell me something else about your childhood. I’m curious.”
“You didn’t give me much to go on with you,” I reminded her, but she brushed it off.
“I would rather talk about you, really,” she prompted. “You are a lot more interesting than I am, trust me.”
I gave another small laugh before shaking my head. I didn’t know what it was about this girl, but I really enjoyed talking to her. I liked telling her about my past and the things I could share with her now, and I found her charming. She might not be telling me much about herself, but I didn’t even entirely mind that.
It wasn’t like I spent a lot of time getting to know women like that anyway, and I found what little she did share with me to be far more intriguing than anything I had to share with her.
There was something simply captivating about the girl, and I couldn’t get enough of her. It seemed the more she talked about her past, and the more interest she had in what I was doing, the more I wanted to learn about her, and the more I wanted to share with her.
It was unlike any other woman I’d met before, and I didn’t know what to make of the feelings I was experiencing. It was as though I couldn’t get enough of this woman, and I wanted to impress her. Instead of riding on the fact I knew I could have any woman I wanted in life, there was something special about this one.
Something I wanted to prove to her, and I wasn’t even sure what that was. The way she looked at me with her wide eyes only prompted me to show off for her more, and I hoped she really was as impressed with what I had to say as she appeared to be.
The minutes ticked by faster than I thought possible, and I hated to leave her, even for a second. It was only when I couldn’t ignore the urge any longer that I excused myself for a moment to head to the bathroom.
“I’ll be right back,” I told her. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Don’t worry,” she said with a laugh. “I’m having a good time. Hurry back.”
I slid from the barstool and headed for the bathroom, already looking forward to getting back so I could talk to her more. I couldn’t understand what was going on with this woman, but I had to admit, I liked the way she made me feel, and I was glad I had decided to do this.
I didn’t care what I had to do to convince her to be mine, but I already knew it was going to happen. There was no way in Hell I was going to let myself feel this way about someone then just let her walk out of my life. It wouldn’t be enough for me to just see her at the bar anymore.
She had to be more than just a hook up. No, she was going to be my girl. I would make damn sure of that. And, if things were going as well with her as I thought they were, then I knew it wasn’t going to be hard to convince her to make the commitment to me.
After all, I was used to getting whatever I wanted, when I wanted it. I knew before that this was a woman I had to have, and now, I could see even more clearly that I had to have her as more than just a fling.
I would convince her to be by my side, and I would take care of her. It was a dangerous life, but I had it handled. I could take care of her. Hell, I would take care of her, and I had an entire biker gang behind me to make sure she was safe no matter what.