by LeAnn Ashers
Well damn, I love that response. He walks to me. I don’t move, I don’t breathe, I just wait to see what he does next.
His hand drifts up my arm, fingers trailing. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on.”
My eyes burn and I reach out to grip his shirt in my hands, just needing to touch him some way.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Yes please,” I whisper breathlessly.
He ducks his head and I stand on my tippy toes, wrapping my arms around his neck, and our lips meet in a fever of emotions.
Full of passion, full of want and so much more.
It’s like for the first time in my life, I’m coming home.
His lips move over mine in a way that can’t be explained in words. It’s the kind of kiss that will stay with me forever and nothing will ever compare. Nothing will ever compare to him.
He is claiming me, all of me.
I want it all.
I want everything he will give me.
His hands move, cupping my face fully, holding me tenderly. He slowly pulls away and looks at me, his eyes staring deep into mine.
“That was your last first kiss,” he says, completely serious.
I believe him.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t think that this is special. Even if he isn’t meant to be in my life forever, he was meant to be in my life.
“Okay,” I whisper. He smiles sweetly, ducking his head to kiss me once more on my forehead.
Forehead kisses mean so much more. They promise respect and safety. Right now in his arms, I feel so safe and cared for.
“Ready?” He pushes my hair over my shoulder, his fingers drifting softly over my skin and coming to rest at the back of my neck.
More than ready, I think in my head, but I reply, “Yeah, honey.”
His nose flares at me calling him that. I have to admit that I love that I affect him deeply with just a few simple words.
He locks the door behind him and we walk to his bike parked in front of the house. I loved riding on the back of his bike with him.
I loved seeing all of the women stopping dead in their tracks at the sight of him. He is pure perfection and right now he is all mine.
He slides on, his jeans cupping his ass tightly and showing off the most glorious bubble butt. “Has anyone ever told you that you could bounce a dime off your ass?”
His shoulders shake as he laughs silently. Then he licks his lips and tries to be serious. “I can’t say that anyone has ever told me that.”
I take his hand and allow him to help me slide in behind him. My hands drift down his sides to the top of his buns, squeezing slightly. “Now you know,” I purr in his ears.
“You’re fucking trouble. Better be careful, baby. You’re playing with fire.” His hands reach back, wrapping around my thighs and pulling me to him hard, my front flush against his back, my pussy pressed against his butt.
And he says I’m trouble.
He starts the bike and it vibrates under me. I try not to cry out. My hoo-ha is sensitive right now because she’s demanding some of Jackson.
Jackson tilts his head back, “Enjoy the ride, baby.” He winks and revs up the bike, causing my pussy to tighten.
Oh fuck.
He starts down the driveway, and I lay my head against the small of his back and pray that I don’t orgasm on the back of this bike.
The main gate opens and he takes off on the main highway. I shake as I try to hold onto him and enjoy the sensations.
Closer and closer.
All of a sudden he pulls off of the highway and moves behind a building, away from everything.
“What are you doing?” I ask once he shuts off the bike.
“Get your ass off of the bike and take off your pants, now,” he demands, his powerful thighs gripping the bike as I slide off.
I shake as I do as I’m told, half needy and half nervous as to what he is doing.
I watch him watching me as I slowly take off my pants and panties in one swoop, leaving me completely naked.
He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me to him, picking me up as he scoots down the bike.
I’m facing him on the bike, straddling him.
He smiles and my stomach twists as I wonder what he’s going to do.
“Lean back.” He motions for me to recline across the handle bars. He grips my legs, lifting me up and throwing them over his shoulders.
“I’m starving,” he growls, letting out a deep breath across my dripping folds, and I grip onto anything to hold me down.
“Hands under your ass. Don’t move unless you want me to stop,” he demands, his lips turned up slightly in the knowledge he has me cornered.
No way in hell would I move. I am completely at his mercy.
His tongue moves across my folds, teasing me. “You’re fucking soaked,” he moans, before he spreads my lips with his fingers, his mouth closing around my clit, sucking hard.
My legs shake instantly. I look at him as he eats me like a man starved and I am his only meal.
“This pussy is mine. All of you is mine,” he claims, sneaking two fingers inside of my pussy and curling them as his tongue moves over my clit rapidly.
“Ahh!” I scream, clenching hard on his fingers and coming hard, my whole body shaking, but he doesn’t stop.
He keeps on and on until I come once more, not even able to control my body. Me being still completely out of the window, I grip his head and pull his hair as I orgasm once again.
“Hmmm.” He smirks before licking my thighs. “Best fucking thing I’ve tasted. I think I need you for every meal.” His tongue glides over his glistening lips.
I just fell in love with this man.
“Let me take care of you.” I move on wobbling legs off of the bike, putting on my clothes as best as I can.
“Not on your fucking knees, baby.” He stands up and sits me down on his bike, leaving me perfectly level with him.
I slowly unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down, teasing him like he did me in the beginning.
He just fixes heated eyes on me as I grip his pants and pull them down to his thighs.
He isn’t wearing any underwear.
I grip him in my hand. “If I knew you were packing like this, I would have jumped you yesterday.”
Jackson is big all over. His dick is long and thick, made for pleasuring a woman. He grips the handle bar with his left hand, and I bend over and take him in my mouth, licking the top like it’s my favorite sucker.
My eyes don’t leave his. I love seeing him come undone from my mouth. I take him as deep as I can, trailing my tongue down as I go.
“Fuck, doll,” he grunts when he touches the back of my throat. I repeat the process again and again, slowly torturing him, dragging out his pleasure over and over.
“Take what you need from me, Jackson,” I whisper. I know it’s killing him to allow me to have control.
His eyes darken and his fingers twist in my hair, enough to pull but not to hurt.
He would never intentionally hurt me.
I relax my throat and grip the base of his dick, moving my hand with each thrust he makes. He fucks my face and my eyes water as I gag the deeper and deeper he moves.
I love every single second of it.
His movements get more erratic the closer he gets to coming, and I move my hand away. His hand moves to my throat, and I watch the very last seconds as he comes undone, his legs shaking, his hand trembling against my throat.
He starts to pull out of my mouth…no, he’s coming in my mouth. I grip his ass cheeks, not allowing him to leave, and he comes hard.
“Fuck!” he yells out and stops moving. I swallow every single drop and run my finger across my lips to catch any that slipped out.
Jack wrenches me off the bike and kisses me with so much passion my toes curl. I love that he doesn’t care that I probably have his cum on my mouth.
“Time for the party.” We both
get back on the bike, this time less gracefully than the first time, both of us weak-kneed.
We are only a few minutes from the clubhouse, and it’s not what I expected. It’s a huge-ass warehouse.
Bikes are littered everywhere with people standing around with cuts and women wearing their own—my guess is they’re ole ladies. I learned enough from Sons Of Anarchy to not be totally clueless, but I won’t tell Jackson that because I think real bikers tend to hate that show.
He parks his bike next to some others at the front of the warehouse. He shuts off the engine and turns to look at me. “Listen, angel, stay by my side or one of the guys in my club at all times, okay?”
I nod without hesitation. I may be irrational sometimes, but I’m not stupid. I intertwine our fingers. “Got it.”
He kisses my cheek before moving to whisper something my ear, “I can still taste you on my lips.”
I shiver all the way down to my feet. I can’t even respond to that. He notices, and I can see the smugness.
“This is the yearly meet of all of the local motorcycle clubs. Some of these guys here are not good, baby, but there’s also random nomads that try to start shit.” I can see that he’s on alert.
“I promise I won’t leave you.” I grip his hand tighter.
“Now let’s have a good fucking time.”
I notice that across the lot next to the huge-ass fire are others from his club. I recognize the cut. Along the way, Jackson greets others and I smile politely.
From the corner of my eye I notice some weird random guys standing by themselves, watching the both of us.
“Jackson, why are some of the guys angry when they look at you?” I can’t help but ask. I’m on edge, not for my sake but for Jackson’s.
Did I mention that I have a protective steak a mile wide? I can’t promise you if someone tries to fuck with him that I will sit back twiddling my thumbs.
He pulls me away from everyone. “Some of the guys here are prospects that never made it. They’re pissed about it.”
That makes sense. I look over my shoulder to see if that weird guy with the bald head is still eyeballing us. He tilts his head to the side, catching me.
Yep, I guess that confirms it.
Jackson moves, blocking the man’s eyes from me by having me walk slightly in front of him. I love how protective he is. That shit gets me going every time.
“Jean, this is my President, Kyle.” Jackson introduces me to a man who is larger than life. I knew right off the bat when I saw him that he’s the leader because he has this air around him that demands attention and respect.
“It’s nice to meet you.” I shake his hand and he smiles politely, then looks to the woman standing beside him.
“This is my wife, Chrystal,” Kyle introduces me to his wife, and she is beautiful. She has kind eyes. She must be protected all costs—she is the kind of woman that has too good of a soul.
“It’s really nice to meet you,” I tell her truthfully.
She smiles happily and it’s clear she can tell I’m genuine. She splits the distance and hugs me. “It’s nice to meet you too, honey.”
I look at Kyle, who is watching the both of us. I can tell he’s pleased. I want to make a good impression because they all mean so much to Jackson.
Next I’m introduced to Ryan, who is a quiet guy just watching everything and everyone.
Jackson’s hand is gripping my hip tightly, protectively, as he talks to the guys and I talk to the girls
I’m slowly introduced to Torch, Techy and Butcher, who I find kind of scary. Another MC club I have noticed that the guys are close to is the Grim Sinners MC. I noticed right off the bat that their demeanor is close to the Devils.
I’m a people watcher when I’m not running my mouth and I know most of the other clubs are intimidated. They stay away as much as possible. They mingle, but they do it and leave.
But I also see the anger, the jealousy and the bitterness.
Especially from that one bald guy who has a stick so far up his ass I’m not sure how he’s even moving.
Torch is standing next to me with Jackson on the other side. Torch and I both have been sneaking glances at the weirdo.
I feel someone moving up behind me and I look over to see the bald-headed guy standing around ten feet away. I turn around quickly and pretend to laugh with Chrystal.
Either I’m super paranoid or shit is about to go down. I put my drink down onto the small table in front of me and Jackson’s hand tightens on me.
“Do you notice?” I say so softly it’s barely a whisper.
“Yeah, baby, I’ve seen it all night. I’m just not as obvious as you and Torch,” he chuckles.
Torch and I both pretend to be offended, “We can’t help it if we’re nosey,” Torch laughs, and Jackson kisses my temple and then he stumbles into me hard, almost knocking me down.
I look at Jackson in shock and see a rock in his hand. Did someone try to throw that at us? That’s when I see the bald fucker standing right behind me holding another rock in his hand.
My stomach in twists in knots.
Jackson moves to stand in front of me and the guys all swarm around us. Chrystal grips my hand tightly, pulling us back into the fray of men.
“Did you just try to fucking hit my woman with a rock?” Jackson says in a voice that I don’t even recognize as his.
My heart starts pounding in my chest as everything is happening around me like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
“I saw him throw it,” Chrystal speaks up, and Kyle looks at her, heated, then back at the guy. I can feel the air around me changing as the guys get more and more pissed off.
“Tell your bitch to keep her eyes to herself,” the bald guy says in a nasty tone, glaring at me like I’m the cause of his problem.
Okay, that pisses me right the fuck off.
Jackson freezes, his hand shaking in mine.
I look at him full on, not even scared of the fucker. He’s a pussy. “In case you forgot, I was not the only one looking at you, but your tiny penis only allows you to pick on someone smaller than you to make yourself feel better.” I look down at his package, smirking.
Everyone starts laughing, and I mean everyone, Jackson included.
I watch as he rears his hand back and throws another rock. This time everyone witnesses it hurtling straight at me.
It all happens in slow motion as Jack deflects it before it can hit me and it thumps to the ground.
“You just signed your death warrant,” Jackson says in the deafening silence that follows.
Before I can retaliate, breathe or blink, Jackson is in front of him, gripping him by the throat and slamming him onto the ground. He hits him over and over in the face, and the only sound I can hear is that of his fists.
I don’t hear anyone breathing.
Hours could have passed, it’s all blur as Jackson unleashes his inner beast on this guy who tried to hurt me.
I stare at what’s left of his face. It’s completely mangled, skin hanging off, blood coming out of every hole.
“Jackson,” I call out, feeling really sick to my stomach all of a sudden. I don’t want him to go to jail for murder. This fucker is not worth it.
He stops and looks at me, his eyes wide with fury. It’s so thick I can taste it. He stops hitting him, looking disgusted at even the thought of touching him.
He lets go of his shirt and lets him fall to the ground with a thump, his head rolling to the side…or what’s left of it. I’m not sure if he’s even breathing, I wouldn’t be surprised if Jackson didn’t bash in his skull.
Jackson comes to me and slowly the chatter starts up around us. Everyone goes back to their business like none of this happened.
I don’t think I could forget it any time soon.
I just want to touch him. The second he’s close enough, I wrap my arms around his middle, hugging him tightly.
He protected me. I’ve never had that in my life besides my dad, but this i
s different. He wraps his arms around me. “You ready to go home?” he asks, and I nod. I am so ready to get out of here.
“Thank you for protecting me.” I grip the front of his shirt, kissing him right in the open in front of everyone.
He grips the back of my head, kissing me back hard. This is his way of claiming me in front of everyone.
“He’s lucky I don’t finish the job.” He starts to get angry again.
“Let’s just go home?” I ask. I want to get out of here and just cuddle up to him. He tucks me close into his side and we wave to the others, walking to the bike.
Jean
Once we’re back home, I pull him upstairs to his bedroom and straight into the bathroom. I noticed riding home that his knuckles are busted up.
I turn on the shower. I want to get the blood off of him and I just need the heat to make me feel.
I know that I’m loud and obnoxious, but I also feel deeply and I don’t want to admit that I’m shaken by what happened.
How could someone just lash out in such a way for really no apparent reason? That floors me.
I pull off my clothes, taking Jackson’s with me. He watches my every move, and I can tell that he’s concerned for me.
“Shower with me?” I ask, tugging on his hand.
He doesn’t answer but he picks me up off the ground, my legs instinctually going around his waist. His hands cup my ass, squeezing slightly.
“I’m going to bite this ass later.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
He walks under the spray and the water runs down my back. I close my eyes, tilting my head back, wetting my hair.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks. I can hear the worry in his voice.
I wipe the water out of my face with my hands. “I’m fine, honey. I’m just confused to what his deal was with me especially. Torch was looking just as much as I was…” I trail off, thinking.
“He’s a pathetic piece of shit. It takes a stupid fucker to even dare to speak to a Devils woman like that. Trust me, he is being handled.” A sinister smile slides over his face.
I really don’t want to know.
I think about the amazing time we had before we got to the clubhouse. I will never be able to look at a bike again without thinking of what we did on his.