“I want you, Jagger,” she whispered into the kiss. I was hesitant at first. I knew once I was inside her, it was over for me. No other girl would make me feel this way and I had to decide if I wanted to live with this unclear conscience until she eventually found out all about my past as a hitman.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Gray
I felt his hardness pressing against my middle. I was already aching for him, and the heat made it obvious that I was ready for him. The last time I had sex was when I was twenty, and two years is a long time to remember what it felt like. My last time was horrible. The guy I was seeing at the time was selfish and didn’t care what I liked, in bed and life in general. The weirdest thing was that every time we were about to have sex, he wanted reassurance that his dick was big enough. Obviously, he knew it was, but he wanted me to say it out loud to boost his ego. Also, while giving him blowjobs, he challenged me to find out how deep I could take it in. After I stopped seeing him, I reminded myself that I didn’t need a guy in my life to feel something. I began to feel happier without him or any other guy. My decision not to date anymore made me less insecure.
With Jagger, everything was different. It’s not that I was happier when he was around, or that I wasn’t content with myself when I was alone, but he added to all the positive things in life. I found myself thinking about him more and more, and after our first date, I knew I wasn’t going to push him out of my mind that quickly.
“Take these off,” I mumbled against his lips and tugged on his briefs. He immediately lifted his hips, then stopped our kiss and looked into my eyes. For a moment, I thought he would end what we started, but then he grinned.
“Bossy little thing,” he teased, then got off the end of the bed and stood there, looking down at me still lying on my back. “I want you to do it,” he commanded, and I found myself sitting up quickly. I wasn’t much into men bossing me around, but with Jagger, it was exciting.
I moved toward the end of the bed, now kneeling in front of him. We were eye to eye, and I looked down at the bulge growing in his briefs. My right hand moved down his stomach, and my eyes met his again. There was lust written all over his face, and my desire for him grew, knowing how much he wanted this too.
Jagger watched me closely while my hand moved down to his cock, and I decided that I didn’t want it covered any longer. I pushed one side of the briefs down, then helped myself with my other hand and pulled it down fully, revealing his length.
He was fully erect, and I couldn’t stop myself from putting my hand around the base of it, then moving it up and down before looking back up at Jagger. His eyes were still on my face, and his hands reached out to touch my hips.
“Fuck,” he breathed out as I started pumping my hand along his length faster. I smiled, knowing I was making him feel good. There was no pressure from either of us and I liked the control he let me have. “Does this feel good?” I asked, knowing exactly how much he liked it.
He chuckled, then squeezed my bottom and pulled me closer. “You have no fucking idea. Lay back,” he ordered, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.
“No,” I shot back, and the way his hands tightened on my ass told me that he wasn’t okay with that answer.
“Gray,” he murmured against my skin, then moved the shirt I was wearing up to my waist, with his hands lingering there. “Lay back,” he repeated, but I didn’t move. His cock was still in my hand, and I stopped as my fingers touched the tip of it where precum was already coming out.
“I wanna touch you some more,” I told him, putting my left hand on the back of his head, and pulling him back so he had to look at me. “Let me.” The desire in his eyes grew. I think he wasn’t used to women being in control. I knew he wanted to be the one ordering me around and telling me what to do, but I had my own things I wanted to do to. With my eyes stuck on his, I moved back on my knees, then leaned down so my head was right in front of his cock.
“Gray, you don’t have to,” he panted.
“I want to,” was all I said before my tongue licked along his tip, immediately tasting the saltiness of his precum. “Fuck…” Jagger groaned and grabbed a handful of my hair. I looked up at him, and he was watching me still.
I didn’t want to tease him, so I covered his tip with my lips, then moved them down his length, taking him deeper into my mouth. Somehow, when a guy wasn’t telling me what to do, it was more fun. So, I moved faster, my hand still at the base of his cock and moving simultaneously with my mouth.
“Ah, fuck, baby. Just like that.” His words were still thick with sleep and the rain outside made this whole situation somehow romantic. It was dark, but not dark enough to see each other. I kept going, feeling the veins on his cock pulsate, and his hand tugged on my hair tighter.
“My turn,” he suddenly said and grabbed my neck with his other hand to pull me back up on my knees. His lips found mine, and the kiss he gave me almost made me swoon. The passion with which he moved his lips against mine and the way his tongue swirled around mine made me ache even more down there.
He pushed me back, making me fall back on the mattress. He moved quickly over me, pulling my panties down my legs with ease. “I want a taste too.” A grin appeared on his face and I couldn’t help myself from laughing. I was excited, and my head was already spinning. I could tell by the way he touched and kissed me that I was in for a treat with him between my legs. Not many guys excited me the way he did, and since I couldn’t wait to feel him between my legs, I pushed against his shoulders.
“Someone’s needy.” He chuckled, and I nodded to let him know how much I wanted it.
“Please,” I whispered, then quickly felt a trail of kisses going down my stomach. He pushed my legs apart, kissing the inside of my left thigh gently. His tongue came out, licking the spot he’d just kissed, then moved further up. My hand gripped his full head of hair, pulling at the ends slightly.
“Jagger, please…” I moaned, trying to move his head in the right direction, but he wasn’t done teasing me. One of his hands moved under my bottom, holding it tight and lifting my hips slightly. His other hand held my thigh, making it hard for me to move. Then, finally, I felt his tongue between my folds, up until he finally reached that little nub I was desperate for him to lick.
Once he got there, he flicked his tongue against it like he had never done anything else before. My whole body started to shiver, and I kept his head right in that spot to make sure he wouldn’t stop. Lucky for me, he kept going.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, and I felt the tension inside of me rising. I wanted to let go, but what he was doing to me felt too good to just let it end that quickly. I held on to whatever was keeping me from climaxing.
“Come for me, Gray.” Jagger’s voice was demanding, and I knew I had to let go sooner or later. I did, and the orgasm spreading through my whole body made me shake and wish for him to do it all over again. But that wasn’t the case. Jagger moved back over me, his right hand covering my folds and massaging my clit to keep the feeling of the orgasm up for a little while longer.
“You okay?” he asked, almost out of breath, and I nodded, smiling up at him.
“Yes,” I answered, grabbing his face between my hands, and pulling him down to kiss him. I didn’t care about my own taste on his lips, and I let my tongue dance with his.
I felt his cock on my belly now, and I reached down with one hand to move it where I wanted it to be. Jagger broke the kiss and looked at me with concern in his eyes. “Let me get a condom, sweetheart.”
I nodded and watched him get up from the bed. He walked toward the bedroom door, and I frowned, wondering where he was going. Before he left the room, he turned with a crooked grin. “Gotta check in Hunter’s room. I don’t have any with me.”
As I waited on him to come back, I smiled at the thought of Jagger not thinking about sex while coming to Hastings. It was a bit of a weird situation for him to grab condoms in his sister’s room, but since she was already pregnant, Hunter coul
d probably spare some protection for us.
Jagger came back with a little square foil in his hand, and I smiled at the sight of his naked body, standing right in front of the bed. He smirked, then opened the foil and pulled the condom over his hard cock. I watched him carefully, not wanting to miss any second of it. As a chuckle escaped his chest, I looked back up to his face and felt my cheeks heat up immediately. “Next time, I wanna watch you do it.”
He climbed back on the bed, then leaned over me with each hand on one side of my head to hold himself up. His knees pushed mine aside, and he positioned himself between my legs. The tip of his cock touched my entrance, and I got more excited when he slowly started pushing against it.
“Tell me what you like, Gray.” His eyes were on mine, and even if I felt like closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling even more, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his.
“Go slow,” I whispered. “Let me get used to you first.”
He nodded and bent down to kiss the corner of my mouth softly. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to push inside me, considering not only his length but also his width. He reached down between us to direct the tip to my entrance, and I spread my legs wider, so it was easier for him to get there. With one slow push, I felt him fully inside me. The pain quickly vanished, and I adjusted myself underneath him to get myself and him more comfortable.
“You can move,” I told him, but I feared the first pumps inside me because I knew I had yet to get used to him inside me.
Jagger kept his eyes on me, making sure I wasn’t hurting. His hips started to move, and I held my breath for a few seconds before realizing how good it felt.
“Faster,” I moaned, and Jagger didn’t think twice. His thrusts increased, and I felt him plunge deeper inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and I grabbed a fistful of his hair to pull him back down. I kissed his lips, and he opened his mouth to dip his tongue inside my mouth. Jagger kept moving fast, and one of his hands wrapped around my throat, gripping just enough so I was still able to breathe. It felt good, and as he broke the kiss once again, he tilted my head to the side to kiss my neck.
“Jagger, please,” I said breathlessly. “Harder…”
“Fuck, baby. Anything for you.” And that’s when he started moving even faster, but this time, with each thrust, a loud moan escaped me. He wasn’t holding back, and I was enjoying it a little too much. I didn’t want this to end, but just like myself, his cock started pulsating. I knew he was close, and all I wanted was for him to get the same relief I did just minutes before.
“I want you to come inside me.” I was out of breath, but he heard what I said clearly. Another groan escaped him, and he kept his pace up. Jagger moved up, now kneeling, and kept going without a pause. His hands gripped my hips tightly, and he pulled me into his thrusts each time.
“Come,” he ordered, and just when another wave hit me, I let go, and I felt him do the same. He stopped moving, and the throbbing of his cock inside me was enough for me to know that he came too.
Speechless from what just happened, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. “Fuck…” he murmured, then I felt him lean over me once again and kissing my lips gently. I didn’t move but enjoyed the intimacy between us.
It was still pouring outside, and silent thunders could be heard in the distance. “You make me so fucking happy,” he whispered into the kiss, and I smiled, but I couldn’t build real words just yet.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jagger
After a long hot shower, Gray and I both got dressed to drive back to the diner, so I could finally sign the papers I initially came to Hastings for. The drive to Frankie’s was quiet, but we both smiled at each other multiple times, not able to hide how much we enjoyed our first time. It was incredible, and Gray stunned me with her openness. She was vocal when it came to sex, and I was glad she spoke up about what she liked and what she didn’t like. It made it easier for me because I sure as hell wasn’t going to hold back seeing her naked on my bed with that beautiful body of hers.
We arrived at our destination, and I parked the car next to Hunter’s. With our seatbelts off, we both got out, and Gray walked around the car to stand beside me.
“I’m up for pancakes. This morning made me hungry,” she told me with a grin. I chuckled, locking my car, and pushing the key into my pocket. “Me too. Come on.”
I grabbed her hand and slid my fingers through hers to keep her close. Somehow, just having her next to me wasn’t enough. I needed physical reassurance that she wouldn’t walk away out of the blue, which was stupid to think about. Still, touching her made me feel secure. And I wanted her to feel protected.
Pulling the door open, I let her enter first, then stepped in behind her and let the door slam shut again. With a glance around the diner, there wasn’t much space left to sit. People were enjoying their coffee and breakfasts, and all the smells mixed made my mouth water.
“Let’s check over there,” I said with a nod toward the other end of the row of booths. I knew Hunter was in the back cooking, but I couldn’t see Harlow anywhere. Even though Hunter didn’t want her to work too much, I couldn’t imagine my sister not working on a busy morning like this.
As we approached the other end, I saw Harlow sitting in the booth in the far corner, facing our direction. She wasn’t alone. She was talking to someone sitting opposite her, and the second I saw the silver hair, I knew who my sister was with. I was ready to turn back around and walk straight back to my car, but I didn’t want to look weak.
“There’s Harlow,” Gray pointed out, not knowing that Bliss was sitting there too. Harlow noticed us and smiled. There was no sign of worry in her eyes, and I wasn’t starting any drama for her sake. Bliss’s head turned, and I braced myself for the look she would give me after not seeing me in weeks. We left on good terms, yes. But with Bliss, you never knew.
Her expression was friendly until her eyes moved to Gray standing next to me. Taking my eyes off Bliss, I looked down at Gray. “Bliss is here,” I stated, knowing she already noticed her. “You okay with that?” She finally tore her gaze from Bliss and Harlow’s direction.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Her voice was soft. Soothing, in a way. She wasn’t nervous about the situation, but I sure as fuck was.
“You two didn’t have a great start back then. I know how she can get,” I told her, but Gray shrugged it off and nudged me into their direction. “Come on, I’m hungry.”
Gray was the one pulling me toward the booth, and as we stopped in front of it, Harlow got up and hugged her tight. “Good to see you again,” Harlow said cheerfully, then leaned back to look Gray in the eyes. “Did you have a good first night in Hastings?”
“It was perfect. I really enjoyed your cake,” she informed Low. I let the two of them talk.
To not stand there and feel awkward, I looked down at Bliss and gave her a tight smile. “You doing okay?” I asked, and she got up, putting her arms around my neck to greet me. I patted her back, then hoped for her to get off me again. Somehow, since knowing Gray, I wasn’t comfortable with other women touching me. Other than Low, of course.
“I’m great,” she announced, finally letting go of me. I found myself reaching for Gray the second my hand was free again, but since I couldn’t just pull her from talking to Harlow, I rested my hand on her lower back. “You’ve got company, I see.” Bliss nodded toward Gray, not shifting her eyes from mine though. I nodded, then turned to look over to the other two talking. I caught their attention by clearing my throat, and both looked at me.
“Gray, this is Bliss. You two have met briefly.” I didn’t say more since there was nothing else to declare.
I braced myself for the worst, because the last time they saw each other, Gray provoked Bliss by putting my arm around her shoulders while I walked her back home. I knew Gray’s intentions weren’t bad, but I knew Bliss. She got triggered by the littlest things.
For a moment, I wasn’t sure any of them were going to talk, but then
Gray smiled apologetically. “I remember. I wish that night would’ve gone a little smoother. I was a bitch, and I’m sorry about that.”
That’s a start, I thought. But it wasn’t over yet. By the look of Bliss’s expression, she was thinking about what Gray had said, and was deciding how to take her apology.
“It’s all good. I don’t think I would’ve reacted any differently than you did.” And with that, they hugged it out and a weight was lifted from my shoulders. At least they weren’t going to sit in silence and make breakfast awkward. “This guy’s a keeper. You got lucky,” Bliss added, and it sounded genuine. Well, that’s new.
I smiled at Gray, moving my hand back to her waist. “We’re both pretty hungry. Is Hunter still making pancakes?”
Harlow nodded and moved out of the booth so Gray and I could sit down. “Bliss and I will eat as well. I’ll go grab the papers so it’s off our minds.”
Before she left, Gray reached out to touch Harlow’s belly. “You’re already showing. You’re gorgeous…” she said in awe, and after Gray pointing it out, I realized how Harlow’s belly showed signs of her pregnancy in the dress she was wearing. I’d not seen her in skirts and dresses often, but it looked good on her with the matching tights and boots.
Harlow frowned, touching her belly now. “I feel bloated. Someone’s asked me if I gained some pounds, and they didn’t believe me when I told them I had a baby in there.” Her voice was sad, but I knew she wasn’t taking it seriously.
“You look great, sweet girl. You’re the prettiest mama I’ve ever seen and the baby’s not even out yet,” I assured her, which made her smile.
“Thanks, but you have to say that.” Harlow laughed, then left our table.
“She’s doing great. I’ve never seen Hunter smile that much in my life. I’m glad she’s keeping him down to earth,” Bliss said, smiling at Gray and me. “And how are you two lovebirds doing?”
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