by Sam Crescent
Jesse wished for her to say yes. This had to be the hardest proposal in the history of all proposals. It sucked, but he knew it was the way it had to go. He’d fucked up, screwed her over, and this was the price he needed to pay.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” she said. “None of this is making sense. I can’t trust you. This means nothing to me.”
“I know you feel something for me.” Reaching out, he stroked her cheek. He blanked out the whole world. None of their clubs existed, only the two of them in this moment. “I’m asking you to marry me. I want to make you my woman, my old lady. Please, give me a chance to prove I can do this.”
Taking her hand he slid the ring onto her finger. It was a perfect fit.
“One chance, Piper. All I’m asking is for one chance. What we felt together, that was real.” He gritted his teeth, hating how silent he needed to be about their time together. Jesse didn’t want the other guys to know how responsive she was or how she sucked cock like an angel. All of these traits were his own.
“Fine, you want a chance then I’ll give you a chance.” She pulled away from him, and before he could stop her, Piper kneed him in the balls.
Dropping to his knees, Jesse watched her walk toward the door.
“If you’re really serious about this then you’ll come and pick me up for coffee this Friday.”
****
Four months later
Piper stared down at the books in front of her. Tapping the pencil on her lip she looked at the numbers as she worked out the sum.
“Are you going to give that boy a break?” John asked, walking into the office, taking a seat opposite her.
“What do you mean?” She’d been dating Jesse for the past four months. No sex, only dating and the odd kiss. Her body ached for something more, but she was determined to not give in.
“I feel sorry for the boy. You’re being a right bitch to him. When are you going to give the guy a break? Four months is a long time, honey.”
Placing the pencil on the desk, she smiled at him. “I sometimes forget what went on between us. He comes around so often it’s like he’s part of the family.”
“Jesse’s not one of my boys. He’s staying with the Demon Spawn. You’ll be a Hell’s Charter princess, honey. Both clubs will look out for you. We’re all excited about this.”
“Dad, I was going to accept his marriage proposal tonight. He’s making me dinner at his place. I’m going to accept, and everything is going to be fine. Stop worrying.” She reached over to tap his hand, fondly. “I love you, too, Dad.”
“I want what is best for you. I want to hate Jesse for what he did to you, but I can see he’s telling the truth. Boy loves you.”
Piper smiled. “I’m starting to get it. Jesse is a hard-ass who finally fell in love.”
Over the last few months she heard a lot of women talking about Jesse Jenkins, stud-muffin, being tamed by a biker princess. Every time she heard it, the news made her smile. She’d tamed a man. It was the strangest thought in the world.
“Well, good. I’ll let the boys know what’s going on.”
He got up to leave.
“You do that.”
Going back to her numbers, she wasn’t expecting the knock on the office door. Looking up she saw Jesse, his arms folded, waiting for her.
“Hey, baby,” he said.
Ever since he’ d gone back to wearing his leather cut and displaying all of his muscle she’d struggled to string together a coherent thought.
“Hey yourself.”
For Christmas both clubs had mingled at the Hell’s Charter clubhouse. She’d cooked three turkeys and put a feast on that would make any chef proud. He’d worn the silver cross she’d given to him around his neck. Jesse owned so much gold jewelry she wanted hers to stand out against all the others he owned.
Jesse had bought her an e-reader, which she loved so much.
“Are you ready to go home?” he asked.
Glancing around her office she nodded, feeling nervous at being alone with him. For the last four months he’d really shown her how much he loved her. He told her every chance he got, and he seemed to enjoy taking her around to his clubhouse.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
Grabbing her bag she followed him out. Several of the guys shook hands with Jesse on the way out. Her father raised an eyebrow at her. Glaring at him, she kept up with Jesse. His bike waited for them outside. Jesse strapped her bag to the back of the bike then handed her a helmet. She held onto him very tightly as he drove out of the club.
He smelled amazing.
When he was parked she climbed off and handed him his helmet. Jesse took her hand, leading her up to his apartment. Neither of them spoke, and the tension built. She was surprised by the scent of chicken permeating the place.
“You cooked?”
“Yeah, I’ve been single for a long time, and I know how to cook. I can follow a recipe.”
She chuckled, taking a seat as he opened the oven.
Piper watched him buzz around the kitchen getting their meal ready. She was totally in love with him, and her father’s words came back to haunt her. Was she being cruel in waiting to tell Jesse?
They all made mistakes, and Jesse had paid long enough.
“Yes,” she said, finally answering his questions.
“What, babe?” He put the casserole on the counter, staring at her.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“I hate that word, but, no, I’m not shitting you, Jesse. I’m being serious. I want to marry you.”
He rushed around the counter, picking her up and pressing her against his chest.
“Fuck, I love you so fucking much.” His lips slammed onto hers, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
She whimpered, wrapping her arms around him.
“What about dinner?” she asked. He kissed down her neck, sucking on her flesh.
“Fuck dinner.” He left her side to put the casserole back in the oven.
In the next breath he was tearing at her clothes.
“Jesse, what are you doing?” She was laughing as he did.
“I’ve waited too fucking long to be inside you. I can’t wait another fucking minute.” Within seconds he slammed inside her. He had her perched on the edge of the stool. She was surprised by the power of his thrusts.
Crying out, she held onto him as he fucked her hard.
“Fuck, I forgot the condom.”
“I don’t care, don’t stop.” She’d been on the pill since she was young to help regulate her periods.
“Yeah.” He gripped her hips slamming inside her, over and over again. “Fuck, I’m not going to last. Touch yourself. Make yourself come all over my fucking cock,” he said.
She stroked her clit, feeling her orgasm approaching within seconds.
They both reached their climax together, shaking in each other’s arms.
“I’m so sorry I fucked up, baby. I promise you, I won’t do that again.”
Pressing a finger to his lips, she silenced him. “Shut the fuck up, Jesse.” Kissing him back, she moaned as his cock twitched inside her. “I don’t want to hear anything else other than you fucking me and loving me.”
“Baby, I’m going to spend the rest of my life fucking you, screwing every inch of this body.”
He picked her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Piper moaned as he proved to her over and over that his stamina was something to be in awe about.
Epilogue
Ten years later
“Come here, you little shit,” Jesse said, shouting toward his five-year-old son, who was running around the yard. Piper loved this house, and he couldn’t deny her anything. Charley and John had helped with the down payment for the mortgage, and together they’d paid him back. After ten years together they had four children to their name with a fifth on the way. David, Lily, Markus, and Peter were the second best part of his life. Piper was the best thing
that ever happened to him.
“Stop swearing at your son.” Piper walked out of the kitchen with their three-year-old on her hip. Her stomach was barely rounded, as she was only a few months along. When she turned to grab a toy from the floor he saw the ink she’d gotten three months after they married. She’d kept asking him questions about his tattoos, and he’d booked her an appointment. His name was there for him to see, showing who owned her. Piper never wore his leather cut, but she had his name on her skin, turning him the fuck on.
“He’s stolen my keys. I can’t deal with the fucking stress if he tries to ride away.” Running fingers through his hair, he looked at the plastic house he’d bought for the garden. Assembling the climbing frame had taken him and three of the guys to put right.
“Markus, get over here now. Don’t make me tell you twice or your toys are confiscated,” Piper said.
His woman was so totally sweet, and yet their kids never questioned her. She was a force to be reckoned with. Markus climbed out of the house and handed the keys over to his mother. “Why did you take them?” she asked.
“Daddy’s going out. He shouldn’t be going out.”
“Honey, the boys are on their way over here. Daddy needs to go to the store to grab more burgers. You know how Grandpa John and Uncle Charley love their meat.”
Markus crossed his arms and looked very so sad.
“Tell you what, little man, I’ll take the truck, and we’ll go together.”
“Yippee.”
His son ran away, leaving Jesse alone with his woman and Peter.
“You spoil them too much.”
“I’m going to get us something for tonight. I’m thinking some chocolate ice cream and whipped cream,” Jesse said, pressing his hand to her stomach.
“Why would you be doing that?” Piper asked. He saw the interest in her eyes. They rarely got time alone, what with all their kids. Fortunately, he’d spoken with John who agreed to take their four kids.
“Tonight, you, me, a bed, and my stiff cock will be having some fun.”
Piper covered Peter’s ears. “You shouldn’t be saying stuff like that.”
He leaned in close so only she could hear. “Then start thinking about being fucked, baby. I’m going to screw you in every single room of this house. You won’t be able to go anywhere without thinking about me and my cock.” Kissing her cheek, he pulled away. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
Jesse’s cock thickened to an unbearable point, and he knew he was screwed himself. Piper had exploded into his life, and he was so fucking happy.
The End
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