As we got into the back of the limo waiting for the two of us, I shot a quick group text to my parents and Mia, letting them know everything had gone even better than expected. I instantly got a GIF from Mia of Rachel and Phoebe from Friends doing a happy dance, a heart exploding confetti emoji from Dad, and a congratulations picture from Ma. Even though they couldn’t be here for this, I knew they had been almost as invested in the outcome as I was.
They loved Shaw, and they wanted me to be happy. They had missed her being around and hated seeing how miserable I’d been over the past fifteen months without her. Now that she understood and believed the truth, she wasn’t ever leaving my side again.
The limo door closed behind me, and I grabbed her. She moaned as I laid her out on the long bench seat and spread her thighs so I could fit between them as I attacked her mouth. She stabbed her fingers through my hair, holding on to me as if she were afraid I might disappear if she let go.
Her lips tasted like coffee and cinnamon sugar, but there was something sweeter on her tongue that made me ravenous, and I kissed her harder, trying to suck up every last drop of that addictive nectar that was all my girl. Before I knew it, I was shirtless, and Shaw was in nothing but her bra and panties.
Breathing hard, I sat back on my knees and worshiped her with my eyes. “I didn’t plan on our first time being in the back of a limo, baby. If you don’t want this, tell me now.”
Instead of answering me, she sat up and started unbuckling my belt. Her fingers fumbled over the snap of my jeans and trembled as she carefully lowered my zipper. Her hand felt like silk as she dipped it into my boxer briefs and wrapped it around my shaft. I dropped my head back on my shoulders and groaned.
Shaw pulled me free, pushing the last of my clothes out of her way so she could stroke me. The tip of my cock was coated in precome, and I looked down just as she skimmed her tongue over the clear liquid. The feel of her hot, wet mouth wrapping around the head was enough to make me see stars. The only thing I’d been fucking for the last few years was my own hand, and this was one of my dreams come true to watch her lips stretch around my girth.
I hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but she quickly learned the rhythm that allowed her to breathe while taking me a little deeper. Her teeth raked over the underside of my dick, and I couldn’t help coming a little. The taste of me made her moan, and the sound vibrated around my cock, making it impossible to hold back a second longer.
Less than a minute into the best head of my life, and I was exploding in her mouth. I tried to pull back, but she grabbed my hips and held me in place as my dick jerked and spasmed, shooting load after load of come down her throat. Shaw gulped, drinking it all down, and the feel of her throat working triggered a second release that was so powerful, I saw spots for a moment.
She pulled back, releasing my tip with a resounding pop that only had my cock going rock hard again. She swallowed the last of the come in her mouth before licking a stray drop off her bottom lip. One hand wrapped around my base, stroking me slowly while she tipped her head back to look up at me through her thick lashes. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“Baby, you can do that any fucking time you want.” Pushing her back onto the seat, I followed her down. Her bare skin felt so damn good against mine. I wanted to imprint her on my body so I could feel her even when she wasn’t beside me. I trailed my hands from her face to her bra-covered tits, feeling their delicious weight, my thumbs finding and playing with her diamond-hard nipples.
“Jags,” she whined, arching her hips and rubbing her soaked panties against me. “Please.”
I sank my teeth into her neck, making her moan my name, and I was thankful the limo was soundproof with the partition up so I didn’t have to kill the driver and the guard in the front seat for hearing those sexy little sounds that were for my ears only. “Please what, Dimples? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I need you,” she panted. “I want you inside me. Now.”
I skimmed my hand down her flat belly and dipped into her panties. “Here?” I spread her drenched lips and swirled my thumb over her clit. She whimpered at the first touch then cried out as if she’d never felt anything so good before. “Is this what you want, baby?”
“No,” she sobbed. “You.” Her hand wrapped around my cock again. “Please, Jags.”
I pulled back just enough to strip her of her bra and panties. I thrust two fingers into her pussy, testing her readiness, and nearly came again when I felt how tight she was, the way her wet heat greedily tried to suck me deeper. “Baby, are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. There’s nothing there for you to hurt.” Her eyes locked with mine. “I…I broke it myself a while back…with a toy.”
I gently thrust my fingers in and out of her as I buried my face in her neck. “Did it feel good when you played with this tight little pussy?”
“I thought so,” she muttered unhappily. “But that was nothing compared to this.”
“Same, baby. Same. Nothing has ever felt better than this. I can’t remember ever wanting someone as bad as I want you. No one has ever made me blow so hard, so fast, then make me rock hard again within seconds. The only thing I’ve been fucking since I realized I love you is my own hand, and trust me, that is nothing compared to how amazing your sweet mouth felt just now.” I pulled my fingers free and lifted them to my mouth. Locking eyes with her, I made her watch as I sucked her juices off my digits. The flavor of her pussy on my tongue had come leaking from the tip of my cock again, the sticky substance smearing across her thigh. “I need you so bad, Shaw. Can I have you?”
“Please,” she whispered. “I need you too.”
Kicking my jeans the rest of the way off, I spread her legs wider and lined my tip up to her entrance. We both looked down as I slowly sank into her. It was difficult to get even the first inch inside her. She was so tight and wet I was about to blow at any moment, but I clenched my jaw and rocked into her slowly. Her body began to open up, letting me in a little at a time, torturing us both when all either of us wanted was for me to ram balls deep into her wonderland.
Lifting one of her legs over my hip, I bent her other back until her knee touched her chest, opening her up so I could sink even deeper. We both groaned as I finally bottomed out inside her. Sweat dripped down my back and beaded on my forehead despite the AC blasting.
I lowered my head and brushed a soft kiss over her brow, her eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally, her lips. The small distraction gave her body time to adjust to my full invasion of her body. When she began to squirm against me, I lifted my head.
“Jags, please move. I’m so close.” Her needy little plea made my balls tighten painfully, and I couldn’t hold back another second.
Pulling back until only the head of my cock was still inside her, I slammed back into her. Her nails scored down my back as she screamed my name, urging me to fuck her harder.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I grunted before sucking her nipple into my mouth. “I forgot to put on a condom. Are you still on birth control, or do I need to pull out?”
Her nails only dug deeper. “Don’t pull out,” she commanded. “It’s safe. I’m covered.”
“Thank fuck, because I think it might have killed me if I had to pull out of this paradise.” I increased my pace when I felt her walls starting to flutter and then spasm around my shaft. Reaching between us, I skimmed my thumb playfully over her clit. Her pussy contracted hard, locking like a vise around my cock for several seconds before she screamed as her release left her entire body quaking with aftershocks.
Her orgasm triggered mine, and I nearly passed out as her pussy continued to milk me of every drop of come.
Gasping for breath, I fell on top of her, too spent to hold myself up. She wrapped her arms and her other leg around me, holding me in place while she stroked her hands down my sweat-soaked back soothingly as my entire body shook with the force of my bone-jarring release.
“I love you.”
My head snapped up. Tears burning my eyes, I gulped down the lump in my throat. “I love you too, Dimples.”
She pulled my head back down to rest on her chest, and we stayed like that for a long while, just enjoying the motion of the moving limo, the silence only disturbed by our breathing. Eventually I rolled off her so I didn’t completely crush her, and we both turned on our sides facing each other. She pillowed her head on my shoulder and cuddled against me, her eyes closing sleepily.
I’d instructed the driver to just drive until I told him otherwise before we’d left, so I knew we wouldn’t be stopping until I gave the okay. But it wasn’t him that disturbed us.
It was Shaw’s phone.
Groaning, she rolled over and pulled the noisy thing from her purse. When she saw who it was, she muttered a curse and lifted it to her ear. “Gina?” I stiffened when she said her agent’s name. “I just got back from London,” she complained. “Triple?” She was quiet for a long moment before she finally groaned and gave in. “Yeah, okay. Okay. I’ll do it. But then I want at least a six-week break before I have to do anything else.”
When she hung up, she dropped back down beside me and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. “I have a job in Vancouver. Tomorrow.”
“No.”
Truthfully, I’d never really liked Shaw’s job. I hated that every guy in the world looked at her in those barely there bikinis she usually wore when she was modeling some company’s product or walking down some catwalk for a fashion show. I hated it even more now, and I couldn’t stand the thought of her continuing with the same shit over and over again.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Excuse me?”
“I said no,” I gritted out. “We just made up. I’m not letting you out of my sight. Ever again.”
She sat up and started pulling her clothes on. “Let’s get something straight. We had sex. That doesn’t mean we’re together, and it sure as fuck doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do.”
I stiffened as her words hit me like a wrecking ball straight to the gut. “Don’t say that. We’re together.” I grabbed her and made her look at me. “Shaw, we’re together.”
“Not if you’re going to react like this every time I have a job.” She pushed my hand from her face and released her hair from its ponytail before redoing it. “If you want to be my boyfriend, fine. But don’t think that means I’m going to stop living my life just to be with you.”
“I just can’t stand the thought of other guys looking at you and using your pictures as spank-bank material.”
“Gross, Jagger. Could you not? I’m aware guys do that, but I don’t want to think about it, okay?” She made a face. “I love my job. I know there are pervs out there who objectify me, but I don’t like thinking about that shit.”
I pulled her onto my lap and pressed my forehead to hers. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to sound like an asshole. I’m just jealous of every other guy in the world getting to see what should be mine and only mine.”
She touched her lips to mine in a quick kiss. “I get jealous too. But I would never tell you that you can’t do your job.”
“I give you permission to tell me no when it comes to work anytime you want,” I told her, and her mouth lifted in a half smile. “How long will you be gone?”
“Gina said only a few days. I should be done by the weekend.” She pushed my hair back from my forehead. “But I have a fashion show in Vegas next weekend.”
I groaned. “So, I won’t see you until after the tour ends?”
“Jagger, we both have busy careers. I’ve had this show on the books for months. But you heard me tell Gina I want a six-week break afterward.” She scooted off my lap and picked up my jeans before dropping them in my lap. “I need to get back to the hotel and pack. My flight leaves in a few hours.”
I put on my clothes then lowered the partition enough to tell the driver to take us back to the hotel. I couldn’t keep the sulk out of my voice and I knew I was acting like an asshole, but I already missed Shaw and she hadn’t even left me yet.
Both of us remained quiet until we got back to the hotel, and by then, I could feel the tension flooding off Shaw. My gut clenched and I tried to think of a way to smooth things over, but I didn’t know what to say. Mainly because I wanted to beg her to stay. I knew it was a selfish thing to do, so I kept my mouth shut.
In our room, she quickly packed her carry-on then turned to face me. From the set of her beautiful face, I knew whatever she was about to say was either going to hurt or piss me off. Thrusting my hands into my jeans pockets, I waited for her to hit me with what she wanted to say.
“If we’re going to be together, you have to get on board with me continuing my career. I would never give you the silent treatment over your job, Jags. And it hurts that you’ve been doing it to me.” She slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder and wrapped her fingers around the handle of her luggage. “I think you should take the next few weeks to think about what you really want before we go any further.”
“I know what I want,” I told her as I grasped her hips and pulled her against me. “I want you. I want us. Forever.”
“My job is part of who I am.” She leaned into me and cupped my face. “You’ve never acted like this about it before. What’s different now?”
“I’ve always felt this way about your job.” I groaned and shook my head. “No, I’ll be completely honest. I’ve felt like this since that stupid commercial where you had to kiss two guys. I just never had a right to tell you how I felt, so I kept my mouth shut.”
She dropped her hands and stepped back. “I think we both have a lot of thinking to do.”
“I don’t need to think about it. I love you. I want us to be together.”
“No. You’re lying to yourself right now.” She kissed my cheek. “We’ll talk again the next time we see each other.”
“Shaw.” Not for the first time, she was making me feel helpless, and I didn’t know what the fuck to do. “Tell me you love me.”
She smiled, but it was sad. “I love you, Jags. More than anything. But I’m not going to give up something that is important to me for you or anyone else.”
Chapter 35
Shaw
Three Weeks Later
I closed the door to the car, locking Violet and Remington in moments before the driver pulled out onto the road. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful my best friend had decided to go back to the airport with her boyfriend so they could take Nevaeh and Braxton home instead of staying for Lyric’s wedding reception.
I’d seen the look on Luca’s face as he’d watched Violet kiss Remington. The agony mixed with rage had been enough for me to know that if Luca got within ten feet of the other guy, someone would end up in the morgue before the end of the night. While I liked Remington, and suspected he could hold his own in most fights, I’d grown up watching what Luca could do on and off the football field. There was no way he wouldn’t have won that fight.
Thankfully, however, no one would have to watch Luca Thornton ruin his life yet again, this time by committing murder in front of so many witnesses.
Although, given the family his twin had just married into, I wondered if they would have just buried Remington’s body in the woods somewhere and gone about the rest of the night like nothing had happened.
The thought made me giggle as I walked into Hannigans’ where the reception was being held. It was a huge bar and, according to Lyric, the only one in the small town. It was owned by relatives of his new wife, and I was impressed by the layout and size of the place. It wasn’t in the least little bit what I would expect a biker hangout to look like.
Of course, it was decorated for a wedding reception, so maybe they had moved a lot of things out of the place to make room. But either way, it was still a really nice establishment that I would have probably talked Violet into sneaking into if it were closer to home.
The first person I saw was A
rella, who pulled me in for a hug since I hadn’t had time to speak to her at the wedding earlier. “This has been the most bizarre wedding I’ve ever been to,” she whispered. “It’s so much fun. I don’t think I ever want to leave this place.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure you would get bored five minutes after setting down roots here. And as much as we all love Lyric, I think you would want to be closer to your dad.” Plus, it was missing one key element I doubted she could live without.
Jordan Moreitti.
But I didn’t say that to Arella. I didn’t want to embarrass her or make her mad. She didn’t argue with me, though, as she grinned and spent a few minutes chatting with me until she got pulled into a conversation with someone else.
I spent the next half hour working my way around the room from one member of my “family” to another as they arrived. While I was congratulating Lyric and his beautiful new wife, he passed me a drink, and after one sip, I realized it was loaded with alcohol. I sipped it carefully, knowing I wasn’t likely to get another one if my parents found out what was in my glass.
“Well, hello there, beautiful,” a deep voice I didn’t recognize greeted. I turned my head to find a guy standing there who was a good six inches taller than me dressed in black dress pants and a simple white button-up shirt with a leather vest over it that I thought people in a motorcycle club called a cut. His jet-black hair, electric-blue eyes, and cocky grin made him sexy as hell, but I wasn’t the least bit affected. “I’m Max,” he introduced, offering me his hand.
I returned his easy grin and placed my hand in his, noticing how much bigger his was than mine. “Shaw.”
“If I tell you I already knew that, would it win or lose me points?” he asked, lowering his voice as he stepped closer.
Laughing, I shook my head at him. “Neither, I’m afraid. I’m kind of spoken for.”
“Damn.” He pouted for all of two seconds, the action making him that much more good-looking, if possible, before grinning again. “The good ones always are.” He lifted his chin at something over my head. “I’m guessing rocker boy over there is your man.”
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