Jigsaw (Hell's Handlers MC Book 3)

by Lilly Atlas

  This time when he kissed her, it was so hard it was almost savage. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue filled her. A deep shiver racked her entire body. Long minutes later, she broke the kiss. “More of this and a friendship works for me.”

  He chuckled as he skimmed a path back to her mouth and dove in once again. Something about this man’s kisses was different than any other she’d experienced. Deeper, more powerful, and so much sexier. Every time his mouth touched hers, her panties dampened, her pussy ached, and she felt the profound need to have him inside her. They were going to have a problem if she demanded he fuck her every time he kissed her. Could lead to some compromising scenarios.

  Jig stood, holding her by her ass. She hooked her legs around him, locking across his lower back. “If I’m not fucking that sopping pussy in the next five minutes, you’re gonna see just how savage I can get,” he growled against her mouth.

  “How are you so sure I’m wet?”

  “All I have to do is look at you, and that pussy drips for me.” He smirked. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  As arrogant as his statement was, she wasn’t a liar, so she said, “You’re one hundred percent correct. Now, what are you going to do about it, bubba?” The use of the nickname gave her the illusion of keeping her heart at a safe distance.

  He squeezed her ass and started for her bedroom. Somehow, he managed to get there without knocking anything over even though they devoured each other as he walked. Izzy had her arms wrapped around his head, hands sliding through his hair. It was the perfect length, long enough to fist and hold, but not at the shaggy stage.

  He seemed to like the attention because a low rumble erupted from his chest when her nails scored his scalp. One second, she was trying to climb him like a tree, and the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back with a horny biker hovering over her.

  Dark hair, dark eyes, dark leather, scarred face, Jig looked every bit the dangerous man he was. And she was about to experience it firsthand. If it was anything like the other night, she was seconds away from being dominated by this man. And for the first time in her life, she wanted it.

  Jig curled his fingers into the sides of her yoga pants then ripped them off her body in one rough swoop. Then he stripped out of his own clothes and grabbed a condom from the nightstand—yes, she’d bought them after they fucked in the gym—and dropped it next to her head.

  He leaned forward, kissing just below her navel then inhaled. “Love smelling how much you want me,” he said, his breath so close to her mound she trembled with need. “Want to eat this juicy pussy again.”

  “Do it,” she said, lifting her pelvis.

  Then the world went crazy as Jig grabbed her ass, flipped the both of them, and settled her astride his hips. “Next time. I’m in the mood for a ride tonight.”

  Izzy’s jaw dropped. He was giving her the top? Not what she’d expected. All that power, all that hard-won control under her. At her mercy. Hers to give and take pleasure from at her discretion.

  Fuck yes. Her nipples tightened until they were so sensitive she could barely stand the feel of her shirt brushing against them. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but her sex released even more arousal. It leaked out of her, coating his lower abdomen.

  “I see you like the idea,” he said, interlacing his fingers under his head.

  “I fucking love the idea.” Before he had a chance to change his mind and flip her again, she grabbed the condom and tore it open with her teeth.

  “Now, that is sexy,” he said. “You’re going to have to do that again sometime. When I can video it. This way, if I have a hard-on and you’re not around, I can just whip it out, and I have the perfect visual to get me off.”

  Izzy laughed a genuine happy sound. Who was this man? Since confessing his sins to her, he seemed lighter, able to let himself go, even be playful. Hopefully, the frisky Jig would stick around for a while.

  His teasing turned to a groan when she rolled the condom down his cock. As she positioned herself over him, their eyes met and held. Izzy rubbed the tip of him through her opening then slid all the way down to the base in one fast motion.

  “Fuuuck,” he said on a moan. His hands clamped on her hips, holding her in place. “You gonna fuck me hard, baby?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  Izzy breathed in and out, trying to ignore the clawing need to move. Jig still retained some of the control and held her firm. “I can go easy on you if you’d like,” she said in the sweetest voice she could muster.

  “Don’t you fucking dare.” Jig’s fingers bit into the flesh of her hips. She tried to rock her pelvis, but he prevented any movement. “Get that shirt off and give me those tits.”

  Izzy crossed her arms at her waist and drew the shirt over her head, arching her back a little for dramatic effect. The feeling she got when his eyes flared at the sight of her bare breasts was the ultimate power trip for a woman. She was queen of the world at that moment. At least the little world they’d created in her bedroom.

  She cupped one of her breasts then leaned forward, bracing herself on the headboard with her free hand. When she was dangling just an inch from his mouth, she said. “This what you had in mind?”

  “Fuck yes,” he breathed. His hands left her hips and landed on her tits, pushing them together. With his very talented tongue, he licked back and forth between both nipples before alternating with sucks and bites all over.

  Izzy gripped the headboard so hard she worried she’d crack the twenty-year-old wood. It was then that it dawned on her—he wasn’t holding her still any longer. She rolled her hips in a circular motion, eliciting a deep moan around her nipple. His head tilted back, and he released her, groaning a second time when she did it again. And again.

  She took that as her cue and straightened, leaving her hands on the top of the headboard as she increased the speed of her hips. Jig’s hands coasted up and down her sides, occasionally running over her tits and pinching her nipples. With every forward motion, her clit ground into his pelvis, bringing her one second closer to coming.

  Fuck, it felt so good.

  Jig moved his hips as well, fucking up into her and making her crazy. Even as she had him, the need for more grew and grew until she was riding him so hard she worried her knees would leave bruises on his sides. He didn’t notice if the grunts and moans were any indication. Besides, he was back to a punishing grip on her hips, aiding in moving her like a madwoman.

  “I need to watch you come,” he said as he stroked a thumb over her clit. Izzy jerked at the lightning bolt of sensation. She removed her claws from his chest and rested her hands on his thighs behind her. The change in position altered his angle inside her, and they both cried out. Izzy completely lost herself in the onslaught of pleasure, letting her head drop back between her shoulders as she fucked him with everything she had while he continued to torture her clit.

  It didn’t take much, three swipes of that callused thumb, and he threw her into an intense orgasm. Her back bowed with the force of her contractions. She screamed out his name and ground hard against him, riding it out for as long as she could. As her body began to calm, she tried to pick the rhythm back up for him, but she was so boneless it didn’t quite work.

  Jig wrapped his arms around her and flipped them again before hiking her legs over his shoulders. Then he went to town, fucking her so hard her body moved up the bed, and she had to brace herself against the headboard. Within seconds, a second orgasm slammed into her, making her cry out in pleasure. Now, limp and sated, she absorbed his brutal pounding.

  Jig’s body tensed and his thrusts grew frantic, almost frenzied. Izzy watched him as his dick drilled in and out of her. “God, that’s hot,” she said. And then all of a sudden, she needed something she’d never wanted. In fact, she’d have throat-punched any man who suggested it.

  “Come on me,” she said.

  Jig froze, buried so deep she squirmed around him. “What?”

  She swallowed. Why on earth had she
said that? But she wouldn’t take it back. She wanted it, wanted to be marked by him, wanted to be his. She’d never actually tell him she wanted to be owned by him. She couldn’t put a voice to those thoughts and make them real. It’d leave her too exposed, too vulnerable, and too open to damage. But she could ask for this physical act as a representation of the emotions she couldn’t handle. She could own this.

  “Come on me,” she said, more forceful this time.

  His nostrils flared, and his breathing grew more erratic. He withdrew from her and pulled the condom off with a snap, sending it flying to the ground. Two fingers dove between her legs, gathering her cream before he fisted himself and furiously stroked. One arm braced on the headboard, his muscles bulged and bunched. With each passing second, he became more rigid, his grunts lower, more desperate. His neck corded with the strain and his face looked almost in pain.

  It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, and she needed to do more than just watch. Slapping his hand out of the way, she grasped his cock and stroked as she’d seen him do.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re going to kill me,” he said, then threw his head back and erupted all over her chest and stomach. Hot cum splashed on her, leaving milky white streaks. Izzy ran her fingers through it smearing it around her breasts and abdomen.

  Breathing like he’d just run a marathon, Jig stared at her. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My mark on you like that.”

  Their eyes met, and the now familiar punch of emotion hit her. She was neither able or willing to admit there was more between them than just friendship and fucking, but she felt it. And she ignored it.

  Jig leaned forward and kissed her. Hunger ignited as though she hadn’t just come twice. Wrapping her arms and legs around Jig’s back, she gave herself over to it. They needed to shower, to clean off, but somehow this was perfect.

  It was raw, it was dirty, it was a little screwed up.

  It was them.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  JIG BOOTED THE door open with his size twelve and exited the john as he hauled his zipper up. In all the years he’d been a Handler, he’d managed to avoid touching the inside of the bathroom door. A trip to the clinic wasn’t his choice of a fun day, and that place was crawling with DNA from God knew who. Actually, he probably did know who, and somehow that made it worse.

  “C’mere, brother,” Zach called out as Jig reentered the main area of the clubhouse. Zach was one game of pool away from losing his shirt, but the guy didn’t seem to give a shit. He’d sucked back five beers and had his woman draped all over him, so empty wallet or not, he was pretty fuckin’ satisfied.

  “What’s up, Z? I ain’t fronting you a penny. Club’s gonna have to send Louie to beat your own ass if you keep losing all our money,” he said as he wandered over to Zach and Rocket’s game. Copper may have banned parties and Honeys until the dust settled, but prez could sense when his men were reaching their limit, so he’d allowed everyone and their ol’ ladies to chill at the clubhouse that night. It wasn’t quite a party, no heavy music, no scantily clad Honeys, and no one was allowed to get too trashed, but it was still nice to blow off some steam with his family.

  “Sorry I couldn’t come out today to help with your girl’s house. Had a clogged sink issue in the women’s locker room that tripped me up all day. How the fuck the sink got clogged full of blond hair, I’ll never know. We have fucking showers. No one should be washing their hair in those sinks.”

  Your girl.

  Zach was the third person to call Izzy his girl that evening. And Jig hadn’t corrected a single one. She wasn’t really his. No woman would ever be his again, but the thought of it, of calling her his woman, not only made him hard, it thawed something frozen inside his chest. What fucking man wouldn’t want to call Izzy his woman? She had a smokin’ body, befriended everyone she came across, had a kick-ass job, and was fierce as shit. Plus, she had a bit of a violent streak that made a sick bastard like him want her even more.

  “Hey,” Toni said, slapping Zach’s arm. “We stand at the mirror and brush our hair over the sink.” She shrugged. “It falls in. Get over it.”

  Jig chuckled. He sure as hell remembered that. Callie’s blond hair had pretty much taken over the bathroom at times. Shower drain, sink, on the floor— He froze. Holy shit. Second time recently he’d thought of his wife in a casual context. Not something he ever allowed. Just once a year on her birthday did he indulge in the agonizing memories of his younger, happier years. But she kept popping into his head lately, and it was…almost pleasant. Not the usual heart-grinding punch of misery, but a memory that could induce a grin.

  He’d never accept Callie’s death, never be at peace with the way she was ripped from his life, but could he find some peace within himself? Could he finally accept that he still had a life, one he could live and actually enjoy?

  His gaze met Izzy’s across the room where she sat at a table with Shell and Beth. Her nose wrinkled in a cute, inquisitive look, so he shook his head. He was fine. With a smile, she winked then went back to braiding Beth’s hair.

  “Hello? Earth to Jig,” Zach said on a laugh. “Look at the poor bastard. He’s smitten. Like a love-sick puppy dog. It’s disgusting.”

  “What?” He tore his attention away from the woman who was taking up way too much real estate in his brain. Damn, he’d zoned the fuck out. “Sorry, no worries. We had enough guys to get the windows installed in a few hours. The house is good as new.”

  Toni giggled and leaned against her man. “That was the question you missed five minutes ago. I asked if Izzy had any fights coming up. The girls and I were talking, and we’re dying to see her in action.”

  Shrugging, Jig said, “Not sure. It’s not too often another woman wants to fight her, so her matches are few and far between.” Fine by him. Sure, she’d been a rock star in the ring, but he wasn’t in any hurry to watch her take a fist to the face again. Stubborn woman had enough bruises in the past few weeks to last years.

  “Well, keep us posted. Jazz and I are dying to go. Steph, too. Haven’t talked to Shell about it yet, but I bet she’d be a go as well.”

  Jig grunted out an agreement and did his best to pretend his full attention was on Toni and Zach while, really, he was replaying the soft smile Izzy had gifted Beth. It wasn’t one he’d seen from her yet. Maybe only reserved for children.

  Children… Shit, did she want those? That was one thing he’d sure as fuck never be up for again. Losing his daughter broke something inside him he was one hundred percent certain could never be repaired. Being in Beth’s presence was barely tolerable, and he often bailed if she was too close. Didn’t matter she was one of the cutest kiddos he’d ever seen. Being anywhere near kids twisted his insides so bad he could barely breathe. It was only recently he was able to pretend holding her didn’t tear out his insides.

  Did he need to make his stance on kids clear to Izzy?

  No. Fuck no. He’d never allow a woman in enough to necessitate that conversation. Izzy got that.

  “I’ll, uh, see what she’s got coming down the pipe,” he said. Were they still talking about Izzy fighting?

  Zach laughed and turned Toni so she was facing him. “Think we’ve lost him.”

  “You might be right. And I think you’re done with this game.” Her voice was coy as she said, “What should we do instead?”

  Zach growled like a lion on the prowl then said, “I can think of a few things.” He worked his hands into the back pockets of Toni’s tight jeans and gave her ass a squeeze.

  She squeaked then giggled right before Zach kissed her. Within seconds, the kiss grew heated. Jig gave them two minutes before they made their way to the room they shared at the clubhouse. It wasn’t often they stayed here seeing as how they both had houses, but they’d probably head there now and wouldn’t emerge until well past sunrise.

  “Jesus,” Rocket grumbled. “I’m outta here. Unless you want to go a round?” He held a pool cue out to Jig.

  “I’m
good, brother. Next time.”

  With a snort and a mumble about everyone being pussy-whipped, Rocket stowed his pool cue then wandered his way to the bar.

  “We’re going too, man,” Zach said, coming up for air. “’Cept we’re going up to bone.”

  Toni flushed and rolled her eyes. “To bone? Seriously?”

  “That’s right, baby.” Laughing, Zach slapped her ass. “After you, gorgeous. I want to watch this sexy thing as you walk up the stairs.”

  “Zaaach,” she whined. “Really thinking Jig doesn’t want to hear that.” She was so full of it. Toni loved every second of Zach’s attention, and the wink she shot to Jig proved it.

  “What?” Zach asked. “He’s got his own woman now. He doesn’t want to hear it, he can do some boning of his own.”

  A giggle erupted from Toni just as Jig was about to add his two cents. “Yeah, let’s see what the state of his boning instrument looks like after he calls it ‘boning’ in front of Izzy,” she said. “I’m pretty sure she could unman him with her eyes closed.”

  “All right. Will you two idiots just get the hell out of my face,” Jig said, giving Zach a shove.

  “Holy shit.” Zach slapped a hand over his heart. “That’s the second time tonight I’ve seen you smile and laugh.” Then he grew serious. “She’s good for you, brother.” After another pop to Toni’s ass, the two disappeared up the stairs, giggling and groping like teenagers.

  Jig swung his attention back to Izzy and Shell just in time to see Beth leap from Izzy’s lap and pump her chubby legs as fast as she could in his direction.