by Jenika Snow
Joker had already clocked the trailing cars but not thought much about it. “If you’ve got those men why use us to pick you up?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, I hate my father and everything he stands for. I’m sorry to put you guys out like this.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re just a kid,” Demon said.
“Yeah, a pretty big kid for my age.” She picked her book back up and no one else spoke for the remainder of the journey. Joker was itching to get his hands on Amy, which he couldn’t do until he dropped Daniella back at the clubhouse.
Demon turned the radio on for the last hour of the journey. Joker hadn’t heard from either his father or his woman.
Once he was outside of the clubhouse, he watched Demon, Shakes, and Daniella get out of the car.
“I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t go anywhere,” Demon said.
Sitting outside of the clubhouse, Joker let out a breath. He needed to see Amy to make sure she was okay. After their night together, he didn’t want to leave her alone for long periods of time. He’d been away for over eight hours and their relationship was new, but more importantly, this had been a huge step for Amy and liable to bring up a lot of painful memories.
Demon climbed back into the car.
“She settled?”
“Do you really think a young girl like that will ever be settled in a clubhouse?”
He thought about Amy and hoped to God she was.
“Let’s get this over with.”
Joker put the car into gear, heading toward his father’s house.
“So, you and Amy are step-siblings?”
“Cut that shit out. We’re not related so don’t even try to gross me out with it. I’d never touch any real sister and you know it.” Joker shuddered at the thought. Amy had always been different.
“Sorry.” Demon held his hands up. “When you’re like this I forget you’re young and you’ve still got your whole life ahead of you.”
He was in his mid-twenties, not exactly young.
“Do you really think Amy has a place in the club?”
“When you took Deanna in, did you see her as the woman you were going to love?” Joker asked, answering Demon’s question with a question of his own.
“Look man, I’m sorry; Amy and Deanna are two different people.”
“I know which is why you need to back off. I love Amy. She’s my woman and with time she’ll fit into the club just like Deanna has. It’s not going to be easy, but I promise you, I’m going to make it work.”
He gripped the steering wheel tighter. Joker refused to have doubts when it came to Amy.
Demon didn’t say anything else on the drive. The silence was tense. All he wanted to do was take Amy in his arms, make love to her, and make all of her fears go away. He couldn’t give up the club nor could he give up the love of his life. It was a decision he didn’t want to have to make.
Blowing out a breath, he parked behind Demon’s car—the one that Deanna had obviously driven.
“Well, my woman is still here. That’s got to be a good thing.”
Demon climbed out of the SUV while Joker locked it up. The moment he opened the door to his father’s home, he heard the laughter: Amy’s, his father’s, and Deanna’s. All three were giggling over something.
“Come on, you ladies are totally cheating.”
“Am not, it’s the rules of the game.”
Entering the room, he saw his father shuffling cards as Deanna and Amy were laughing.
“Hey, son, good trip?”
“The best,” Joker said, his voice void of emotion.
Amy looked toward him, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “I’m up a hundred bucks.”
“What the hell are you playing?” Joker asked, taking a seat behind his woman. He reached out to stroke her neck, touching her rapidly beating pulse.
“We’re gambling on snap.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s fun.” She leaned forward, gathering up her cards to show him how much fun. All three of them were pressing cards into the pile, laughing as they caught the same card. His father didn’t stand a chance.
“Snap?” Demon asked.
“It’s not poker of any kind but it’s fun. How long has it been since you played?” Deanna asked.
“I’m a grownup.”
Joker snorted.
“Whatever, party pooper.”
“How was your ride?” Amy asked, leaning back against his legs.
“Great.” He leaned forward and pressed a brief kiss to her lips. He wanted so much more and yet that simple kiss was enough for him for now.
“I’m going to head on up to bed.” His father got to his feet. “Deanna, it has been a pleasure to meet you. You must come around again soon.”
“I will. It was nice meeting you.”
“Come on, baby, time to go.”
They both said good night to Deanna and Demon. When they were alone, Amy spun in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck.
“I’ve missed you,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she raised a brow at him. “And, uhm, I was hoping we could have more of what we did this morning.”
His cock was on alert and ready.
Chapter 12
“I want you so fucking much, Amy,” Joker said against her mouth, and she molded into him even more. She felt comfortable with this man, trusted him, and although she knew she had a lot to learn and heal when it came to being with a man, Joker was the person she wanted to experience it all with.
He started kissing her again, wrapped his hand behind her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. God, she wanted to feel him touch her intimately… possessively. She wanted those strong, long fingers stroking her flesh, those lips caressing the most sensitive parts of her. To have all that raw power wrapped up in a six-foot-five frame and over-two-hundred-pound package was almost too much for a woman to handle, but she wanted it. Desperately.
The way he kissed started off almost gentle, but with each passing second he became more demanding. She felt his hand slide along the back of her neck, gripping her nape tight and pulling her forward another inch. She let him fuck her mouth, because, in all honesty, that was exactly what he was doing. But Amy loved it and wanted more of it. He was fucking her lips and tongue with his own, fast and hard, and she could almost picture him above her, his cock thrusting into her with all that aggression. God, she had never met a man that had so much raw sexuality pouring off him like it did from Joker. And right now, she didn’t feel fear or her past creeping up on her, threatening to ruin the moment with the man she loved.
He tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss. Amy’s heart pounded hard; she heard it in her ears, felt it in her throat. Her pussy was wet, so incredibly wet that she felt her panties getting saturated. He used his teeth to bite her lip, causing a flash of pain before he smoothed the sting away with his tongue. But strangely, she enjoyed it, craved more of that passion from him. She knew that being with Joker meant she didn’t have to be afraid.
“I want inside of you, baby. So. Fucking. Bad.” He broke the kiss, and she was left feeling bereft. A chill coasted over her and cooled her overheated flesh. The feel of her nipples poking obscenely against her shirt wasn’t lost on her, and the way Joker zeroed in on them made her painfully aware that it wasn’t lost on him either. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her against his body until she felt the hard length of his shaft right on her jean covered pussy. All his hard, defined lines were flush with her softer ones. A gush of moisture left her at the contact.
“I want you, Joker. God, I want you so badly.” She felt like she was burning alive, and only Joker could ease the fire raging inside of her.
He ran his hand along her sides and cupped her breasts. Acting totally out of character, she arched her back, thrusting her chest further into his grasp. The slow glide of his lips along her jaw had her closing her eyes and letting her head fall back, givi
ng him better access. His other hand pressed against her lower back and slowly made its way lower until he cupped her ass.
“Oh, God. It feels so good, Joker.”
“Yeah, it does, baby.”
She hadn’t meant to say anything, but the feel of one of his hands covering her ass and the other cupping her breast was driving all common sense out of her. When he started moving his thumb over her hard nipple, back and forth, using slight pressure, she would have given him anything he wanted at that moment.
“Amy, you feel so good against me, so right.” He breathed against her throat, and as if to emphasize his point, he thrust up, grinding his dick against her material-covered pussy. His voice was so deep and rough it was like a wild animal growling and she turned her head to the side, needing to feel his mouth on hers. He dragged his mouth back up her neck, over her jaw, and ran his tongue along the corner of his mouth. “You know what I want from you, baby?” He continued to kiss and lick the side of her mouth, not giving her what she really wanted.
“What?” Right now Amy wanted pure, unadulterated sex with him, and it was a scary feeling for her because she’d never been so bold with her thoughts, feelings, or desires. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. Her breath caught at the look he gave her. He searched her face while his thumb teased the puckered flesh of her nipple and his hand caressed her ass.
“I want you to strip, get on your knees, and suck my cock.” He whispered softly.
Had he just said what she thought he said? From the look on his face, she had to assume she had heard correctly. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat, Amy thought about his request, about if she could really do that… follow his command and pleasure him.
Yes, yes you can, because you love this man, he’d never hurt you, and don’t you want to make him feel as good as he makes you feel?
Yes, she did.
“No pressure, baby,” he said in his harsh, gravelly voice.
“I want this, want you, Joker.”
He groaned and his hands went to the cut he wore. After that was off, he removed his shirt, showing off his hard, muscular and defined chest, and the ink that covered it all. The rolls of muscles that made up his six-pack, his defined pecs, and his bulging biceps were jaw dropping, but that isn’t what had her heart pounding in awe.
God, but was she turned on.
Joker stood, gently helped her to stand as well, and cupped her cheek. “Baby, strip for me.”
Hearing him say those words had her pulse throbbing between her thighs. It was as if his words alone elicited something deep inside of her, drawing out her needs and wants and combining them all in one hard package that represented Joker. Her hands shook as she gripped her clothing and slowly peeled it up and over her head. She took off everything until she stood before him bared, totally unobstructed. When the air hit her chest, she shivered.
“Now the rest, baby girl.”
The way he spoke had her lifting her gaze to his. His voice hitched and she could see his chest rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at her breasts. As if his gaze alone could draw the tissue taut, she felt her nipples pull tighter, felt the blood rush just below the surface of her skin. Amy didn’t wait, didn’t try and say things should go slower. Even though the chilled air hit every part of her, the very knowledge that he was staring at her had her body hot.
Maybe she should worry that David was just upstairs, that if he wanted to come downstairs, he might see something he’d regret. But knowing that someone could very well walk in on her with Joker was an aphrodisiac all on its own.
When she kicked the garments free, she stood there, her gaze locked on his. She tried to decipher what was going through his head. She let her gaze travel down the length of his body again, stayed a little longer admiring the tight V of muscles that disappeared beneath his jeans, then swallowed hard when she saw his erection pressing against his zipper.
“Come here, baby.” Voice low and deep, Joker looked fierce at that moment. She found herself right before him again, the heat of his body spearing into hers. Amy’s breath came in short, hard pants. His eyes seemed riveted to her chest, but she saw him lower them until she knew exactly what he was looking at. Just knowing that he was looking at her pussy had her shuddering. She felt soaked and squeezed her legs together, praying that her inner thighs weren’t wet and he couldn’t see it if they were.
“Goddammit, baby girl. You’re so fucking hot.” He sounded out of breath.
She hadn’t realized she dropped her head until she felt Joker lift her chin with his finger. She was caught up in his liquid-blue stare and found herself drowning in the depths of it. Their combined breathing was harsh, and she knew that there had never been a point in her life when she had wanted someone as much as she wanted him; she loved him so much.
“On your knees,” his voice was soft, gentle, yet still held a command. His hand landed on her shoulder and he gently pushed her down. The soft carpet beneath her knees sent a flash of heat and a chill up her body, but the sight before her had everything vanishing. His erection was right in front of her, straining against the material, insistent on being freed. Lifting her head, she looked into his face and held her breath at the expression he wore. It was haunting, and she didn’t think she had ever seen anything so beautiful.
“Amy.” Her name from his lips sounded pained, strained. He cleared his throat and dropped his hands so they hung at his sides. “I need you to touch me, suck me.” He breathed out hard. “I need you to put my dick in your mouth, but only if you’re ready, comfortable. I want you to be able to explore sexually with me, trust me, and not worry about ever being afraid with me.”
She took a shuddering breath and pushed all her uncertainty aside. Feeling strength rise inside of her, she lifted her hands and undid his belt buckle, before going after the button. When everything that obstructed her access to his dick was out of the way, Amy licked her lips. Joker groaned above her and she lifted her gaze up to his. Gaze heavy lidded and face a little flushed, he looked fierce with need.
“Go on, Amy, take my dick and suck it into that pretty little mouth of yours.”
She didn’t waste another minute. Reaching into his pants and boxer briefs, she wrapped her hand around the hard, impossibly thick length of his shaft. He grunted at the contact but she didn’t stop. Joker was a large man, and that included everything on his body. She squeezed her thighs together as if that would solve her current problem.
His cock was just as strong and powerful as the rest of him, and the bulbous head was flushed red with a drop of pre-cum dotting the slit at the tip. Her mouth watered and she found the thought of her hungering for the taste of him absurd, but then she found herself leaning forward and engulfing the crown into her mouth. He groaned above her and his hands speared into her hair, his nails digging into her scalp. The sting of pain had her sucking in more of his length and running her tongue along the underside of his penis. His taste was slightly salty with a hint of something more masculine, more potent. Amy moaned around him, trying to get even more of him into her mouth, until she felt the tip of him hit the back of her throat. Amy couldn’t get enough of him.
“Christ, baby girl.” Joker groaned and his cock jerked in her mouth, and a spurt of pre-cum bathed her tongue. She braced her hands on his muscular thighs at the same time he started to pull out of her mouth and then push back in. He fucked her mouth slow and easy and she found herself moving her tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his semen coated her taste buds.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good, Amy.”
A carnal need to taste all of him, to have his cum slide down her throat, spurred her on. She started bobbing her head along his length at the same time he thrust in and out.
“Yes. Oh fuck, yes.” His hold on her hair tightened and his thrusting hips became more frantic in his need for release. “Take it all, baby. Take all of my fucking cock.”
“Mmm.” Closing her eyes, she focused o
n getting him off. She’d never really thought about giving a man head, but giving it to Joker had so much pleasure moving through her. Her pussy was soaked and her pulse was pounding in her clit. Hands gripping his strong thighs, she moved them around behind him until she felt the firm, taut cheeks of his ass. They flexed while he pumped his hips. Once, twice, and stilling on the third time as he buried his dick all the way in her mouth, she felt his balls bump her chin and his cum coat the back of her throat. His orgasm was powerful, and she felt her own pleasure mounting.
She wanted to reach between her thighs and rub herself, knew that it would only take a few hard strokes and she would be going right over with him. But he pulled out of her, breathing hard and fast, and lifted her up so she was standing once again. He lifted his thumb and brushed a drop of his cum from her bottom lip and forced the digit into her mouth. He made her lick it clean, made her drink all of him. Her breasts swayed from the force of his movements and then she was pressed against his chest. His mouth crashed against hers and his hands slid down her body to cup her ass.
His cock was starting to harden again between their bodies and she pressed closer, needing the feel of his body. Joker ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and she wondered if she’d be able to deny him anything, especially when it seemed her body was now running the show.
Joker had a firm grip on her hand as he led them upstairs and to her room. Once they crossed the threshold, he let go of her hand and shut the door. “Get on the bed, Amy, let me see you sprawled out for me.”
She was still nude, and if he hadn’t assured her David wouldn’t walk out and see them, she probably wouldn’t have allowed herself to walk around naked. But he fucking loved it, loved every inch of her body. She moved onto the bed and scooted to the center. Knees bent and hands flat on the bed, she braced herself up, and watched him with hooded eyelids.