by Lilly Atlas
“The big guy?” he asked. “Shit, Emily, didn’t you learn anything from this horror show? You do not want to hook up with an MC brother.”
Emily almost laughed at the fatherly way he scolded her, but the conversation was too serious. “You know nothing about it. And I’m sorry if this sounds mean, but you don’t get a say.”
Johnny winced. “Fair enough.”
“Lila found a rehab for you. It’s in Nevada, near Reno. They’ll transport you by ambulance as soon as you’re stable enough to travel. It’s six months. You need to do it. I’m not sure you’ll get another chance.”
Johnny snorted and closed his eyes, the energy draining out of him. “Your boyfriend made that perfectly clear.” He said the word as though it left a bad taste in his mouth. “I want to hate him, but the guy does seem to care about you.”
Emily frowned. What had Jester said to Johnny? She opened her mouth to ask that very question, but the even rise and fall of his chest stopped her.
Jester stood in the hallway, right outside the door, his back against the wall. It was the best he could do. Emily refused to let him in the room with her, wanting a few private moments with her brother, and he’d refused to be more than ten feet away from her since he’d pulled her out of that godforsaken basement.
The compromise was him standing outside the open hospital room door, out of sight, but not out of mind.
Damn straight he’d laid out conditions for Johnny. He didn’t trust the kid as far as he could piss, and it would be a long while before he started to.
He sighed. That probably wasn’t going to sit too well with Emily. Well, that was just too damned bad. He’d protect her from anything, and if that included her own brother, so be it.
Emily emerged from the hospital room and came to a stop in front of him, hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised in question. “Don’t even try to pretend you weren’t listening to every word we said.”
God, he loved her. Sweet and spicy. She got to him on all levels.
He drew her into an embrace and kissed her deeply before moving his mouth to her ear. “I know he’s your brother, your only brother, and I know he’s the reason I met you, but he is also the reason I almost lost you. Forever. So give me some time. I can’t say he’s my favorite person right now, but we’ve got nothing but time.”
She nodded, her nose rubbing up and down along his chest. “Let’s go home.”
“Sure, baby.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Emily blew out a frustrated breath, as she lay in bed wet, aching, and very unsatisfied. Jester had been by her side for the entire week since he’d rescued her, doting on her and making sure she had everything she needed to heal physically as well as emotionally. It was perfect…except for one thing.
He hadn’t touched her.
At all.
Okay, each night he slept spooned around her, but that was the most contact they’d had since the day after he brought her home and Emily was going out of her mind. She craved his touch, his taste, and the feel of him filling her up.
She’d lain awake each night, wanting him with a strength that frightened her, especially since he didn’t seem to reciprocate the feeling. Sure, she’d felt his hardness pressing against her a few times, but she was starting to think it was just a consequence of sleeping next to a woman, any woman.
After a full week of this, Emily was beginning to believe Jester only stuck around out of some misplaced sense of guilt. Not what she wanted from him. Not what she needed from him. Jester had introduced her to physical pleasures she hadn’t dreamed she’d experience, and now she wanted more. She wasn’t secure enough in the current state of their relationship to try and seduce him so she’d endured the frustration.
Well, not tonight. Tonight she was done. She had to make a move. Even rejection had to be better than this state of aroused limbo she’d been living in.
They’d had dinner with Hook and Marcie, and after arriving home Jester tucked her into bed and went to take a shower. Emily waited until she heard the water running for a few minutes before she hopped out of bed.
She felt great, the pain was nearly gone, and while the bruises were still various shades of purple and green, they no longer impeded her function. An x-ray had confirmed that none of her ribs were broken, and they felt almost as good as new. She just had one throbbing ache left, and planned to remedy that in the next few minutes.
She stripped out of her nightshirt and panties, and dashed toward the bathroom door, slipping inside.
Through the fog of the steam filled room, Emily saw Jester standing in the shower. He faced the spray, with his head bent forward, and one arm braced on the wall while the other hand worked up and down his impressive length.
Arousal hit fast and sharp, causing her nipples to tighten and her pussy to clench with almost violent need. The man was sex personified and she wanted him.
Now.
Stepping forward, she reached out and opened the shower door. Jester’s fist stilled as his head turned, eyes locking with hers. He stared at her but didn’t move.
Well, if she was going to do this, she’d do it all the way. With her gaze fixed on him, Emily placed both hands on her quivering stomach. Moving simultaneously, she slid one hand up to cup a breast, and pinch a sensitive nipple, while the other hand traveled down to her bare mound and below, slipping into her pussy. She gasped at the strong sensation, but wished it was Jester’s finger in her channel.
Eyes hooded, his full cock still gripped in his tight fist, Jester watched the show. “Does that feel good, baby?” His voice was deep and wavered a bit, as though he fought a losing battle for control.
Emily added a second finger and moaned before she answered him. “It feels good.” She lazily pumped her fingers in and out. Her hips joined the act and thrust in time with her fingers. “But not as good as it would feel if I had what I really need.”
Jester began to stroke his cock again with slow, sure movements. He still supported himself against the wall as water ran down his sculpted body. It was hot as hell. Part of her wanted to play this out to the end. To watch him get himself off while he watched her do the same, but that part of her was overshadowed by the intense need to feel his hands on her.
Sweat slicked her body. The heat of his gaze combined with the thick steam of the room overheated her skin, and she slid her hand to the opposite breast with ease. She knew just how to get this man’s attention.
“What is it you need, Em?”
“You. I need your hands, your mouth…oh God…your cock.” She moaned and increased the speed of her fingers in her sex at the same time she tugged forcefully on her nipple. “I need you to fuck me Jester. I’ve needed it all week, but you haven’t wanted me.”
He must have hit his breaking point because he slapped the water off and burst from the shower, stalking toward her. Water flew everywhere but he didn’t seem to notice. He moved with purpose, his muscles flexing, streams of moisture running over his skin, and his cock jutting out as though guiding him to her.
When he reached her, he banded one arm around her upper thighs, under her ass, and lifted her as the other hand pulled her fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with two of his own. She held onto his shoulders and gasped as she registered the difference in fullness between his fingers and her own.
“I’ve wanted you every fuckin’ second of every fuckin’ day.” He practically growled at her as his fingers curled against her sensitive spot, and Emily cried out, arching her back and wrapping her legs around his waist. The action put her breasts fully on display and in the perfect position for his hungry mouth.
Jester didn’t waste the opportunity. He dipped his head and latched onto a pointed nipple, sucking like it was vital to his existence.
Emily cried out again as fireworks of sensation shot from her nipple to her clit. “Yes, Jester, finally. More!”
Without much effort, he walked them out of the bathroom toward the bed, leaving a trail of water beh
ind.
Emily pumped her hips, riding his fingers as he carried her. When Jester switched to the other breast, and sucked with the same ferocity, Emily went off like a rocked, bucking and spasming in his arms.
Jester arrived at the bed, and gave her no reprieve as he released her nipple and dropped her to the mattress. She landed with a soft bounce that barely had time to register because Jester grabbed her under her ass and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. He shoved her thighs wide open and stepped between them, at the same time pulling her toward him. Her ass hung off the edge of the bed, and she hooked her ankles behind his back to keep from falling.
A thrill shot through her as she clenched in need, missing the feel of his thick fingers, but eager to have the sensation of his cock deep inside her. She loved him like this, wild and out of control. That she could make this dominant a man mindless with his want for her was exhilarating.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck that’s good,” he cried out as he plunged his entire shaft into her in one thrust.
“Yesss, so good Jester.” Emily moaned. She felt full and stretched to the limit. The sensation bordered on pain, and he held himself still, allowing her to adjust for a second. But she needed him to move. Squeezing him with her internal muscles, she smiled when he bit out a curse.
“You ready, baby?” He groaned above her, hands under her bottom holding her in place. “This isn’t going to be easy.”
“Please, Jester, fuck me! I don’t want easy.”
He pulled out to the tip before ramming back into her setting a frenzied pace she could barely keep up with. Fire tore through her body. He plunged to the root again and again. Emily met his thrusts as best she could, working her hips and holding onto the comforter for dear life.
Jester looped one arm under her lower back, lifting her pelvis and angling her so he delved even deeper. His other hand slid under her head, fisting her hair as he leaned over her and brought his mouth to her neck, nipping and sucking. He had complete control over her body and she loved every second of it.
She felt alive and vital. It was exactly what she needed. Too much of the past week had been spent lost in feelings of guilt, worry over Johnny, and uncertainty about her relationship with Jester. The reminder that she’d survived, and her life could still be filled with happiness and pleasure was wonderful.
The orgasm that burst through her was so powerful she screamed his name, and her vision blanked for a second. Her pussy clamped down on him as though her body didn’t want him to leave. It sent him over the edge as well, and he came with a roar before collapsing heavily on her sated body.
Jester had never come so hard in his life. The feel of her hot, tight pussy gripping him like she never wanted him to leave was enough to make him lose his mind. He’d been out of control, completely taken over by his need to be buried inside his woman. Thankfully she was almost fully recovered—
Shit.
Emily was still injured, and he’d attacked her like an animal, without any thought for the physical or mental ordeal she’d been through. He was a first rate asshole, and wouldn’t be surprised if she ran out and never looked at him again.
Jester pushed off of her and searched her face for signs that she was hurting or afraid. With her sprawled on the bed, her upper body heaved with exertion, while her feet dangled, a foot off the floor. He reached a hand out to help her sit on the edge of the bed. “Christ, I’m sorry about that.”
“What?” The sated smile on her face flipped into a frown.
“I shouldn’t have done you like that. I’m sorry, I don’t have any excuses.”
“Jester, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Startled by her tone, he looked down at her. She hardly ever swore. “You’re still all bruised, and I attacked you like a rabid beast. Not to mention all the psychological trauma you endured.”
She laughed at him, actually laughed, as she pushed off the bed and started pacing. “Don’t you dare ruin the best orgasm of my life, Jester!”
He wondered if she was aware she was naked, tits bouncing as she walked, her tight ass swaying. Even her angry stomping didn’t take away from the seductive nature of her gait. Jester felt his cock stir again, and tried to force his gaze elsewhere.
“I believe I was the one who started this by walking in on you in the shower and fingering myself.”
He’d have laughed at her out-of-character, blunt language if he wasn’t so pissed at himself.
“What was that nonsense about my mental state?”
“I’m big, Emily, and domineering, and rough.” Hopefully, she would get where he was going with this so he wouldn’t have to say it outright.
“Yes, you are. And you were all of those things for the first two weeks we spent going at it like bunnies. In case you haven’t noticed, Jester, I love all those things about you. I love when you forget to temper yourself and just take what you need. Why would that be any different now?”
He looked at the floor to distract himself from reaching out and caressing her breasts. “You were in that basement with Snake. He touched you, hurt you, and nearly raped you. I don’t want to cause you any bad memories. It’s only been one week.”
Emily stopped pacing and faced him head-on, with her hands on her hips. The position was hot as hell and he lost the battle to remain unaffected. Damn, he loved this woman. Not many would be willing to call him on his bull and go toe to toe with him, naked no less. His cock stiffened and rose from his body. “Christ, Em, you are so fuckin’ sexy.”
“Are you out of your mind?” She ranted at him, no indication that she’d heard what he said. “Do you honestly think that I could ever associate what you and I do with what Snake or Casper did, or tried to do?”
“I just don’t want you to ever feel forced or afraid of me. And I didn’t give you a choice, I attacked you.”
She smiled and stepped to him. She wrapped one hand around his hard-on, and gave him a firm squeeze. “I made my choice, Jester. I made my choice when I walked in that bathroom naked and taunted you. I made my choice when I told you I love you. You are raw, and wild and rough, and dominating, and I love all that about you. Please don’t treat me differently than you did before. Please attack me and ravage me as often as you want.”
She stroked him as she spoke, and it felt so amazing he could barely focus on her words. “Emily,” he ground out, placing his hand over hers to still her movement. It didn’t work, she cupped his balls with her other hand and lightly massaged them with her soft fingers. “Christ, woman, those hands are lethal. Okay, you win. I give.”
“That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.” She crawled up on the bed and lay back against the pillows. Sliding her heels up toward her ass, she let her knees drop open. Jester got an eye full of her pussy glistening with the evidence of their recent lovemaking. If he hadn’t just conceded the fight to her, the sight of her giving herself to him would have done it.
“You want my cock again, baby?”
Emily nodded, curling her bottom lip between her teeth, she made herself look innocent and wanton at the same time. Damn, his woman knew exactly how to get to him.
Jester scaled the bed and positioned himself over her. There was no point in playing games or making either one of them wait, so he pushed into her, taking his time this go around. She was soft and wet from their previous lovemaking and he sunk in to his balls with no resistance.
Emily pulled his head down to hers. “Jester,” she whispered, her lips right against his ear. “I love you, I need you, and I want you constantly. Please don’t treat me like I’m damaged.”
He kissed her until he felt his lungs would burst. “I love you so fuckin’ much, Emily. And I promise to ravage you like an animal until you’re screaming my name as often as possible.”
She tightened around him and he saw stars.
“Good. You can start now.”
With a grunt Jester quit trying to be gentle, and gave his woman what she demanded.
Epilogue
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br /> Jester smiled as Emily’s little moan of pleasure reached his ears. It was a sound he was familiar with, but unfortunately, he wasn’t the one responsible for the noise this time. He stood in the entrance to a gazebo, and watched her where she stood on the opposite side, gazing out at the lake. In her hand was a small plate with a man-sized, hell a Jester-sized portion, of wedding cake from Striker and Lila’s reception.
October was a beautiful month in the desert. The outrageous heat of summer gave way to the milder temperatures that would grace the next few months. Lila and Striker had selected the perfect weekend for their wedding. The golden sun shone across the shimmering lake and added an extra special touch to the day.
The besotted couple had rented a pavilion on the lake for their big day. Emily and Marcie served as Lila’s attendants, while Jester and Hook stood up for Striker. When Jester had been off helping load the gifts in a truck, Emily took the opportunity to grab a hunk of cake and sneak away for a quiet moment.
She was probably thinking about her brother. Five months of his six month stay in rehab were complete. When he was released, the plan was for him to stay with them until he was able to support himself financially.
Emily was nervous about it, that much was clear. He couldn’t blame her. Johnny’s addiction had come close to destroying all the people she cared about. Jester tried not to be an asshole when she talked about her brother, he really did, but it was difficult to think of anything but how Emily looked after he rescued her from that basement.
She’d pointed out that without Johnny’s transgressions, they’d never have met. She was right, but he wasn’t ready to give the kid credit for much of anything just yet. Letting him live with them was going to be challenge enough, but they’d work it out. Over the past five months he’d found that he could handle just about anything, as long as he had Emily to wake up to and Emily to come home to.