Chasing Butterflies (Bad Girls Book 1)

by Jennifer Labelle

  The sign was simple, yet still stood out in the crowd of the other retail shops around. It took up most of the space on her window and lit up in the background. She’d come up with the design herself and special ordered it from a drawing she’d composed. Black ink dripped from a hand holding a gun in the top left corner. Bold, dark lettering followed it with the store’s name and at the bottom, there were two blue butterflies which represented Carley and Sawyer’s last memory together. It seemed like a lifetime ago now.

  “Looks good,” he grunted. “I like it.” Jagger stepped up behind her and rubbed the tension out of her shoulders while she opened the door. It was as if he could sense her strain and she already felt a little better, thanks to him.

  Sawyer turned the lights on, relocked the door behind them, and watched him quietly while he took it all in. The interior was nice and bright with a ton of recessed lighting and it was so much better than the fluorescent crap most places used. She chose a simple eggshell white for the walls except for the big one in the back where she had just finished up her mural. Splashes and streaks of color were chosen to give the impression that paint was being used on a canvas in the background. It was a watercolor effect combined with a little realism to make it pop. Sawyer painted a nature piece that consisted of a beautiful forest background with fairies in it. They both stood in the lounge at the front still. There were oversized, red leather guest chairs with a couple of glass tables in front, a coffee machine near the black reception counter, and her portfolios lined a couple of the shelves on a bookcase on the other side.

  Sawyer sighed and set her purse on one of the seats.

  “There are two tattoo rooms in the back, a small office, as well as a spot for piercing. If all goes as planned, Mace should be here in a couple of days ready to start.” She shrugged and moved further into the space. “So…”

  Jagger stood there motionless and Sawyer fidgeted as she waited for his reaction.

  He smiled.

  “You’re telling me that I take your breath away. Well, woman, you do the same to me.” He swaggered forward and met her behind the counter. Sawyer sagged against it and hunched her shoulders in relief.

  “You sure about that? I’m rock and you’re all country remember? We can’t possibly work.” She made a funny face and he just shook his head at her.

  “Oh, we work, babe. I’m sure anyone who told you otherwise is a stupid bitch,” he said, referring to Stacey. “So get any bad thoughts out of that pretty little head because you were mine the moment our eyes connected in high school and I finally convinced you to take a chance on me. Things might have been a little fucked up for a while and it made us lose our way, but now that I’ve got you again, you can be damn sure I’m going to remind you every single day how special you are.” His body was now flush against hers. He kissed her forehead and his lips trailed down to her ear and he whispered the rest. It gave her goose bumps. “So here I am, a man telling his woman she takes his breath away because I love you, and every day that goes by, you not only intrigue me, but you inspire me to be a better person. You work hard, you’re making your dreams a reality, and this place is so fucking beautiful, it’s a work of art, just like its owner.”

  “Well, there you go again,” she said. Her heart beat faster, her palms turned sweaty, and she fisted his shirt to hold on to him tighter, “being all sweet.”

  “Who’s Mace and should I be worried?” Jagger leaned back a little and arched a brow at her as she laughed at him. It took her a minute to compose herself enough to answer.

  “Hell, no!” she said, wiping her eyes. She laughed so hard she was crying. “Mace is like an annoying cousin, but a great friend. He worked in Toby’s shop but he’s been looking for a change ever since the fire remodel began, so he’s coming my way to help me out here. He’s a fantastic tattooist and it would be nice to work with someone familiar.”

  “Good,” he grunted.

  “I kind of like it when you get all jealous on me,” she teased, letting out one last fit of giggles at his expense until he quieted her down with one hell of a kiss. Jagger sucked on her bottom lip hard before he gave her no choice but to open for him. He probed her mouth with his tongue and he loved her mouth like she wanted him to love her pussy right then. This man had oodles of talent when it came to playing with her body. Sawyer writhed against him and groaned. “J-Jag, baby I really like where this is heading, I do, but um…” He was so hungry for her, she had to talk through his kisses as he devoured her between her lips and neck. “Not here. Let’s christen the office.”

  The number one rule was to keep the place as clean and sanitary as possible, so that meant no dirty business or sex of any kind in any areas there might be clients or equipment. Her office, however, was game on. It was her territory and there was no way she was waiting any longer to get a good taste of her man. Besides, she had a couch they could make use of. Round one was a go.

  Without a word, Jagger lifted her off of her feet, so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. Her short skirt lifted to her hips and he grabbed her bare ass and squeezed. “In the back, third door on the left.” She exhaled and claimed his mouth again. She needed him more than she wanted her next breath. There was no coming up for air. Her pussy had already soaked her thong and she only got wetter when she rubbed her mound against his thick hard cock, still confined behind the fly of his jeans. “Mm.”

  Their kiss became nothing but tongue and teeth and this had to be the best dessert she’d ever tasted. She thought of his dick now and what it would be like to have it in her mouth. Oral sex made her feel empowered when she was the one giving it, and she hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing that with him yet. Boy, did she want to, though.

  Jagger fumbled with the doorknob before it finally clicked open, and he kicked the door shut again behind them. It was then she came up for air and it took a few seconds for her to catch her breath. “Will you strip for me?”

  “You really have to ask?” He ever so slowly lowered her to the ground. He went to reach for her, but Sawyer wagged her finger at him and stepped back.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” she mumbled. “I want to enjoy the show first.”

  Jagger rolled his eyes at her but complied. He quickly fisted his shirt and lifted it over his head before he threw it in the corner. Next, he toed off his boots, kicked them aside, and removed his socks. He wasted no time loosening his belt, undoing his buckle, and lowering his zipper before shimmying out of his pants. Next came his boxer briefs and he kicked them aside as well and stood buck naked.

  “You’re a masterpiece, Jag,” Sawyer remarked. Hot damn! She was about ready to combust. “I need to enjoy the view for a minute. Stay still, will you? I promise to make it worth your while.”

  He grunted while hands fisted at his sides and she could tell it took him some effort to let her come close without touching her right back. “That first night at Tipsy’s, I remember you telling me you had some ink on our way to my car, but I have yet to see it.” She arched a brow as she slowly circled his body. “The last time we made love, we were in such a heated rush, I don’t even think you got fully naked. So I missed it then, but now I wanna see.”

  There was a tick in his jaw as she took her sweet time taking him all in. She circled around to his back and stopped because there it was, right there on the back of his right calf. A tattoo of a football helmet with his old jersey number on the side of it. But it was the other detail that had her gasping because hanging from it was a charm shaped like a heart with the letter S inside. She was pretty sure what that stood for but didn’t want to make assumptions until he was ready to share its story with her. So instead, she kept quiet and moved until she stood in front of him again. “It’s beautiful, Jagger.”

  Sawyer dropped to her knees before he could say anything. Face to cock now, he was so aroused pre-cum glistened from the head. She lapped it up and the moment the salty taste hit her tongue, she wanted to savor him. One hand lifted and spread on his torso to
push him back against the wall behind them. His hands tangled inside her hair and he guided her movements just the way he liked. His cock hit the back of her throat repeatedly, slowly at first and then his hips flexed faster. She gripped the base of his cock with her hand and moved it along in rhythm with her mouth. Her other hand played with his balls now, testing their weight and fondling them. Jagger panted, she sucked harder, and moved her tongue along as best as she could to taste every delectable inch. She could tell he was close when his grip on her tightened, his eyes squinted shut, and he cursed. “Pull back, sugar. I’m about to blow.”

  She squirmed as her own clit pulsed with achy need, but it was his turn to come first for a change. She ignored his warning and kept right on sucking his cock with enthusiasm. It seemed like every sense heightened when feelings were involved, and she wanted to feel him erupt all the way down her throat. She gripped his ass and encouraged him to fuck her face some more. His legs shook, his pecker twitched, and he threw his head back in bliss, moaning her name out loud while he unloaded his thick creamy essence in her mouth.

  He sagged to the floor to catch his breath when it was all said and done, and she loved the sight of him there in her space. Her heart soared and for the first time in a long time she began to have hope again. Then it clicked.

  “I’m done chasing,” she said, surprising herself when she’d blurted it out.

  Jagger opened his eyes and smirked at her. “What was that?”

  She shrugged. “Carley’s last wish for me was to go chasing butterflies and it just hit me that the chase is done, thanks to you.”

  “I still don’t quite understand.” He shook his head as he got to his feet and held out his hand, so he could help her up from the ground as well. “You have way too many clothes on, by the way.” He winked as he reached behind her to undo her zipper. “Care to explain?”

  “She once told me that even after many years together with Toby, she could still feel the excitement in her belly every time he was near. She wanted that for me with my own relationship, wanted me to settle down and…”

  “Get those butterflies,” Jagger interrupted. “And, you got them with me?” He smiled again and his chest puffed out.

  “I do,” Sawyer agreed. “You’re the one.”

  “You’re damn right I am.” He kissed her quickly as her dress hit the floor. She stepped out of it and rolled her eyes. He made smug look sexy at the moment and it kind of annoyed her that she didn’t care one bit. It was the truth.

  “Oh, shut up and love me already, would you?”

  “Thought you’d never ask.” He walked her backwards and wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s your turn now, but first…” He pushed her down on the couch and she squealed as she fell backwards onto the plush cushions. He knelt down, gripped the sides of her underwear and pulled them off. “I need you to know you do the same for me, Sawyer. I love you, sugar, and I will from now until eternity.” Her eyes glistened as he spread her legs wide and she bit her lip as he admired her shiny pussy spread before him. He dove right in licking her from ass to clit in one smooth motion. She gripped his head and arched her back in response.

  “Oh, God, this is not going to last, Jag.” Sawyer shook already and he was just getting started.

  “It’s a good thing I have enough stamina for the both of us, then.” He looked slightly amused when he went back to feast. This time he went agonizingly slow by licking her outer lips and then sucking on each. He tongued her opening next and pumped it in and out like he did with his cock and she needed more. Sucking his dick had worked her up and she needed to come and then feel him filling her, joined as one.

  “Please,” she begged. The grip on his hair got tighter and she thrust her pussy closer, guiding his face to where she needed him most of all.

  Like the amazing man she knew he was, he obliged her request and concentrated on her clit with gusto. Jagger was like a starving man in need of sustenance now. He licked, flicked, sucked, and nibbled until her body convulsed and she screamed out his name in ecstasy. Her nipples puckered, her body tingled, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she came back to her senses again. It took only about a minute for him to get a condom on and he was back on top of her, thrusting inside. She was so wet, there was no resistance and she moved with him, so he could be as deep as possible. “Fuck me like you own it, baby. Make me yours and claim this cunt,” she growled.

  Her head hit the arm rest on the couch they were on and he pounded into her harder like she requested. He left no doubt who she belonged to and she loved everything about it. “Mine,” he grunted, as he kissed her as hard as he fucked her. It was heaven.

  He pulled all the way out and rubbed against her clit as he filled her pussy repeatedly and within five minutes tops, her body ignited for a second time. Her scream was unintelligible, her pussy pulsed, and she came so hard she could feel herself squirt around him so much so that she’d made as much of a mess as he had when he filled the condom inside of her. It was literally the best sex she’d ever had.

  Later, after they’d cleaned themselves up, she lay in his arms and mentioned the tattoo on his leg. “Does it remind you of the glory days?”

  “Does what?” He asked, rubbing her back.

  “The tattoo on your leg. I have a feeling it has meaning, so what’s the story there?”

  “It’s like you said.” He shrugged. “It’s a reminder of a better time in my life. I got it about a year after you left and I had the tattoo designed to represent the two loves of my life. One is football and my love for playing the game at the time, and the other is my heart with the initial of the only woman I’ve ever loved.” He gulped as Sawyer adjusted herself so that she was sitting on top of him. “I knew you were one of a kind, way before you left me and I knew I’d probably never be lucky enough to have what we had ever again. You’re it for me babe, and it was a constant reminder to never forget.”

  “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.” Sawyer touched her heart and wiped away a happy tear. “I’d say that I’m the lucky one though, because here we are together again. The longing is finally gone and I feel whole when we’re together. You’re stuck with me, Jagger.

  “Thank fuck,” he growled, slid his hand behind her head, and urged her forward so he could kiss the shit out of her. “Spend the night.”

  He let go of her so she could sit up. Sawyer looked around her office and giggled. “Not here, I hope.”

  “The next time I take you, I want you in my bed. We’ve been together in my barn and now in your office. I want someplace comfortable where I can fall asleep with you in my arms afterward and still have you there in the morning. Agreed?”

  “Agreed.” Sawyer nodded.

  “Good. Now, get dressed so we can hit the road.” Jagger tapped her butt to get her moving and once they were both dressed, he opened the door for her only to stop her half way through. He caressed the side of her face with his hand and took a minute to really look at her.

  “You okay?” She asked curiously. His penetrating gaze sizzled and she could see the love he held for her there. He had completely opened up and it left her with no doubt in her mind when he finally answered her.

  “Never better. I plan to show you that every single day from this moment on.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” she said, holding his hand as she led the way out the door. Now that there were no misunderstandings between them, they accepted their second chance and were ready to move forward, it was smooth sailing to their happily ever after.

  It took a while to learn that anything is possible if you’re willing to take a leap, and she had to work through all of her problems to finally accept that. Distance was their true test of love and Jagger gave her the ability to smile for no reason at all.

  Life was good.

  Epilogue

  Mace

  The self-serve gas station was deserted as he filled up his motorcycle except for the attendant behind the counter inside w
aiting for him to pay up. Fuck, it was hot, and all he wanted was some food, a shower, and a comfortable bed to catch some Z’s. It’d been a long trip but well worth the headache to get here. Sawyer was like a sister to all of them and Toby had sent him up here to keep an eye on things. They worried about her up here all alone with so many bad memories to keep her company.

  He needed a change of scenery and this was his chance to start over.

  He was done pumping and tightened his gas cap before he ran inside to get a move on. Baby Girl was waiting for him and would probably be worried if he didn’t show up soon. He straddled the bike, unhooked his helmet and was about to put it on when a noise from across the street distracted him from his task.

  The woman making the racket was short, stacked, and curvy in all the right places. Not his usual type, but she intrigued him none the less, even from afar, so he thought, what the hell and ran across the street to see what the matter was.

  The woman was on the sidewalk in front of the store she’d just left and was quickly scrambling to get all her stuff back inside the sack she’d dropped by accident. “Can I help you out over here?” He knelt to get a better look at her haggard state. She was anxious about something, but what? It hadn’t taken long to find out once he paid better attention to the situation.

  “I’m such a klutz sometimes, I swear,” she mumbled, finally looking up. “If you’d really like to help, you’ll pass me my belongings before that old coot comes over. She’s a gossip and I don’t need the headache.”

  He looked behind him were she pointed to see a wrinkly old lady about two blocks away approaching fast. “Whatever you say,” he said with a shrug. He quickly helped her out, only to realize why she was so frantic as he was putting everything he’d found back in the bag she held out. She looked innocent, but she was anything but. He arched a brow up in surprise to see a monstrous pink vibrator, some anal lube, and various other sex toys inside. He shifted when his dick got hard and nearly groaned. Clearly his cock had plans of his own.