Even though it had started out as teasing, Bianca was happy to hear it confirmed for her. “I’m not.”
He got up and stood in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their height difference was not huge, but he widened his stance so that they could touch noses. “Bianca Hawks, will you be my girlfriend?”
A feminine giggle bubbled up from deep within her. It caused every macho part of his genetic makeup to take notice. It made him protective of her, and he knew that he would do anything within his power to keep her safe and happy.
“I haven’t had any better offers lately, so why the hell not?” she teased.
It always seemed so important to the two of them that they not take anything too seriously. But this, this, he wanted serious. “Don’t joke, it’ll hurt my feelings.” His honesty was plainly there in his eyes.
Suddenly, she realized how much this really did impact them. It wasn’t something to joke about. “I would love to be your girlfriend, John Edward Stone,” she finished with a shit-eating grin.
He blinked, surprised that she had known his real name. “How the hell did you know that?”
“You really shouldn’t keep your birth certificate underneath your bathroom sink. Who the hell does that anyway?”
“That’s not important. What is important is the fact that you said yes.”
“Now don’t think you can start bossing me around or anything,” she warned.
He placed his hand over his heart, fixing her with a cute glare. “Never.”
“Somehow I think you’re placating me, but I’ll take it.”
His hands buried in her hair and pulled her mouth to his, giving her a kiss that promised possession and a million other things she didn’t want to think about for fear that they would never come to fruition.
“You guys ready?” Tyler’s loud voice boomed from beyond the door to the dorm room.
“Give us a minute,” Jagger called back, his eyes never leaving Bianca’s face. Her eyes followed his tongue as it snaked across his bottom lip.
“So, girlfriend of mine, tape these ribs up so we can have fun.”
She loved the sound of that.
Mandy shrieked, holding on to Jagger’s waist as they went flying down the hill.
“You might have to fight my daughter for your boyfriend,” Denise teased as the sled came closer to the women.
They had been outside for hours playing in the snow, and Bianca’s face was freezing. “I think it’ll be alright,” she said, blowing her breath into the hands that cupped her face.
“I don’t know, teenage crushes are powerful.”
“I’m sure if she takes another ride down with Tyler, he’ll be the object of her affection.”
Denise raised an eyebrow. “You might have a point there. Mr. Blackfoot seems to be the object of every woman’s affection.”
They laughed as they nodded their heads in agreement. “You do have a point there.”
Jagger got up from where he and Mandy had come to a stop. Bianca didn’t miss the grimace on his face.
“You okay?” she asked, walking over to where he stood, a little unsteadily.
“Yeah, but I think I over did it,” he admitted, taking fast, shallow breathes.
She put her arm around his waist and let him lean his weight against her. “You wanna go inside?” she asked.
“Why don’t you go get in the hot tub?” Liam asked, coming to stand next to the two of them.
“There’s a hot tub here?” Bianca asked, her face brightening.
“Yeah, we got it a few months ago. Some of us are getting to be a little old to ride these bikes,” he grinned.
“I’ve got a bathing suit, if you need it,” Meredith offered, having overheard the conversation.
“Sure, that would be great.”
“And you need to take a pain pill,” Tyler encouraged.
“I hate those things. They make me sleepy.”
“That’s what you need, my brother. Yeah, this was fun and all, but you’ve probably set yourself back a few days. Go and enjoy yourself. We’ll keep everybody away.”
Jagger sighed. “Too bad we won’t be enjoying ourselves too much.”
Chapter Fifteen
Jagger lay in the hot tub, his head thrown back as he sighed. This was heavenly.
“You comfortable?” Bianca asked, a smile on her face.
“This is the best I’ve felt in days.”
A thought occurred to her. “Why didn’t you use this when you first came home?”
He shrugged. “I was feeling sorry for myself. Pissed off that it had happened and embarrassed really. You don’t like to admit to other members of the club that you’ve laid your bike down.”
“Stupid macho pride?” she finished for him.
“Pretty much.”
He held his arms out to her. “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me?”
“Don’t think you’re going to get fresh with me, Jagger Stone. You’re hurt.”
She had no idea how much he wished he could do the things he wanted to do with her. Say the feelings that bubbled up in his throat every time he saw her. He just knew that he would scare her away, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
“I’m not going to. I just want to feel you next to me.”
When he said things like that it threw her off. His tongue really was silver, and she was helpless against it. She swam over to his side and sat next to him, stretching out on the seat that allowed one to lie down in the warm water. She put her feet and legs in Jagger’s lap and almost purred as he stroked the bare skin there.
“Your skin is so smooth,” he whispered.
“You can thank Meredith for that. She gave me a razor and shaving cream along with the bikini.”
He had to laugh at how blunt she was. If he was honest at all, he loved that about her. She closed her eyes as he continued stroking her leg. He made a complete circuit from her foot to her thigh, and then back again. The calloused roughness on the tips of his fingers spoke of how often he played guitar and the hard work he did at the shop.
Jagger wondered just how far he could go with this, how much she’d allow him to have of her. Deciding to push his luck on the next pass, he went a little further up on her thigh. She didn’t say anything, but her breath hitched and he could see her nipples harden against the bikini top she wore. The next pass, he went so high his finger slipped under the material of the bottoms and he held his hand there for a moment, letting her get used to it.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice rough.
“No,” she breathed.
The need in her voice was almost his undoing. It would be worth it to hurt himself – he rationalized – to just feel pleasure with her. But he wanted to do this for her. Wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t selfish and did put her needs in front of his.
“You’ll tell me if this isn’t okay?”
“This is way more than okay,” she assured him. She was achy and needy as he again slipped his finger underneath the material there and began a light stroke against the bare flesh that greeted him.
The warmth that he felt there went straight to his groin and he moved deeper into the water to offer himself some relief against the tightening of his shorts. He moaned loudly when she brought her own hands up to cup her breasts.
“This feels so good,” she told him, massaging them and undulating against the pressure of his hand at her core.
The warmth and wetness of her was more than just the hot tub, and there was a part of him that wanted to beat his chest, knowing that he had brought her to that state. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice low and deep.
“Faster, deeper.”
He loved a woman that told him exactly what she wanted. When she wasn’t shy, to get dirty with him. He hated having to play the guessing game, and if this was any indication how she would be with him, he was in heaven. Following her directions, he increased the pressure on the nub of pleasure
, thrusting his fingers deeply into her body.
She in turn thrust her body up to meet his, trying to get there quicker. Next time they did this, he would make her slow down and enjoy it, but it was so hot to see her go after what she wanted that he let her do what she wanted this time.
“C’mon, B, show me what you want,” he encouraged her.
She’d never been with a man so selfless before who encouraged her to go after her own pleasure. She let her right leg fall down, so that she spread even further open for him. Bracing it against the bottom of the hot tub, she used it as leverage to thrust her body up to his. Arching her midsection off the hard plastic of the seat, she breathed heavily.
Letting go of her breasts, she ran her hands down her body until they came into contact with his flesh. She grabbed his hand tightly and held it still as she lifted her body against it in a rhythm that he was sure he would never be able to duplicate.
“Jagger, don’t stop,” she begged.
“You’re doin’ it, baby. Take what you want. Take what you need.”
Her body tightened as she threw herself headlong into the release, groaning loudly and gripping her legs tightly around his hand, not letting go.
“Fuck, Bianca, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, letting her ride it out against his hand.
She rolled her head around and opened her eyes, meeting his with a shy smile on her face.
“Was that good?” he asked, a grin on his face.
“Yeah,” she admitted, licking her lips and stretching against him. As she moved her foot, it grazed the hardness of his cock. Her eyes heated when she glanced at him.
“Yeah, it affected me too,” he admitted.
Moving around so that she kneeled in front of him, she untied the knot at his waist. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” she told him softly.
“You won’t,” the words were guttural.
She didn’t want him to move too much, so as she pushed the swim trunks down his thighs, she grasped him in her hand.
“Shit,” he gasped.
Moving up and down on the hardness, she made a point to run her hand over the soft head, causing him to lift his hips slightly.
“Try to stay still, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
He laughed, the sound hollow. “Yeah right, stay still when you’re doing this?” Reaching down, he gripped her hand in his, showing her how tightly he wanted her to hold him and the pace he liked.
“Is this what’ll get you off?” she asked, gazing up at him.
His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. The strong column of his neck strained as he fought to hold back the sounds that should have been coming from his throat.
“Fuck yes,” he gasped out.
He had been perpetually hard around her since the first moment he’d seen her, and it had kept him from being with other women. It was embarrassing how quickly this was going to be over. He pushed against her shoulders, trying to warn her back.
“It’s almost there.”
She was excited that she could get him where he needed to be in such a short amount of time. It gave her a feminine thrill that she hadn’t had in a long time. Leaning against his body, she placed nipping kisses against his neck. In the past, sex and sexual acts hadn’t meant anything to her. This, however, was different. To see him come would mean the world to her.
His body tightened, and he grasped her hand tighter around his length, groaning as he emptied himself into the hot water. “Shit,” he breathed, rapidly blinking his eyes.
She laughed softly. “I think we made a mess here, and I don’t think we’ll be allowed back in here ever again.”
He cracked up, a full body laugh. “We’ll figure it out,” he promised, grasping the back of her head and bringing her in for a deep kiss.
When they broke apart, the world looked different to the both of them, and neither was exactly sure how to handle this new development in their relationship.
“This is going to take some getting used to,” she warned him.
“For me too.” He pulled her to his side and slung his arm around her shoulder, touching their foreheads together. “But we’re going to learn this together because I’m not letting you get away from me.”
That was good because she wasn’t letting him get away either.
Chapter Sixteen
A week later, the snow had melted, and everyone was getting back into the normal swing of things.
“I so need another job,” Bianca sighed as she got her mail and trudged up the rickety stairs to her apartment.
It had been a long night with not nearly as much money as she had hoped to get. She was still running short thanks to the snow, and that even included the money that Jagger still hadn’t taken from her. Even though the snow was gone, it was still very cold, and she shivered as her hands fumbled with the lock on the door. Finally turning it, she all but stumbled into her apartment. It was cozy since she had left the heat up high, but now she had to think about the gas bill that was coming.
“It’s a never-ending cycle,” she mumbled, throwing her stuff on her couch and taking her mail with her to the kitchen.
Rifling through it, she saw bills and groaned. Doubt plagued her. Wouldn’t it be easier just to quit school and get a real job that allowed her to do most of what she wanted to do? But one envelope had the name of the local school district. She had finally gotten enough classroom hours that she had been able to apply for a substitute teaching position in the rotation, and she hoped against everything that this was the approval.
Her hands shook as she opened the envelope. Reading it quickly, she screamed in joy as she saw it was an acceptance for a substitute position and she would be needed the following week at one of the local middle schools. The same one that Drew and Mandy attended.
Pulling her cell phone out of her back pocket, she quickly texted Jagger.
You busy?
She thought that maybe he had a protection run, but it was late enough that he might be back already. Waiting for him to answer her text felt like a million years.
Nah, whatcha need cutie?
A blush covered her face even though he was nowhere around. Something about the way he flirted with her caused every feminine part of her to respond.
I got accepted for that substitute teaching position and they need me next week!
Within minutes her phone rang.
“That’s great! I know you’re so excited.” His deep voice sounded so good on the other end of the phone.
“I am. I feel like this is one step closer to getting out of Wet Wanda’s. Tonight it was really on my nerves.”
He hadn’t been there. “What happened?”
“Just the regular. Guys not knowing to keep their hands to themselves and then not giving good tips because they didn’t get a blowjob in the back room.”
“Some guy touched you?” he asked, his voice going hard.
“It was nothing, Jagger. Just the normal shit.”
“I still don’t like hearing some other guy touched you.” The cloud of jealousy that came over him couldn’t be helped. He hated her job even more than she did. He didn’t like the guy he became when she talked about shit like this.
She sighed. “It’s just the nature of the beast. Can we not argue about it? I really am excited about the job.”
Kicking his feelings into a box, he locked them down and did his best to take the bite out of his voice. “Sure, so when do you have to go?”
“Next Monday, I have a few days to prepare, but I’m a little scared. It’s the same school that Drew and Mandy go to, so I might even have them in my class.”
“I’ll have to talk to Drew and make sure he watches out for you.”
“He has enough to worry about being a kid and watching out for Mandy,” she laughed.
“Nah, he told all of us the other day that he wants to prospect when he turns eighteen. I’ll tell him this will make him look good.”
Poor guy, he didn’t know at all wha
t he was getting into. “Don’t put him out just for me. Seriously. Anyway, I have to go do some more homework before I can even go to bed.”
“Sweet dreams, babe.”
She smiled. “Sweet dreams to you too.”
Hours later, she heard the squeal of tires as she heard the distinct sound of gunshots. It sounded close by so she hit the floor, lying on her stomach. When it was quiet for a few moments, she crawled over to her window that faced the street. Moving the curtain back an inch, she looked out. Sitting there in the street in front of her apartment was a white van. A few moments later, it left slowly, just like any other vehicle coming down her busy road. This however, seemed different. She remembered Jagger saying something about a white van that ran him off the road. Scared to say anything, she tucked the information back for a later time and did her best to continue on about her night.
That same night, Jagger sat in the makeshift gym the clubhouse had made, contemplating when he would be able to start working out again. His ribs were still sore, but not so much that he didn’t think he couldn’t do a few reps with a barbell. In their boxing ring, Layne beat on Tyler, the both of them grunting as they went after each other hard.
He had never really been a fan of getting in that ring and letting someone beat the shit out of him, but those two and Liam really seemed to enjoy it. It was obviously a great cardio workout, evidenced by the sounds of their heavy breathing. As Bianca always said to him, his face was too pretty. Watching the clock, he hit the bell, signaling the end of the round.
“You two done yet?”
Tyler collapsed on the mat, his stomach pumping up and down as he put a gloved fist over his abdomen.
“I think so, I gotta be up in a few hours to run with Drew. We gotta stop doing this so late,” he groaned, rolling over.
Layne grinned. “You’re just gettin’ old.”
“Fuck a bunch of old. I’m working out twice a day. I don’t see you working out twice a day. Old my ass.”
The other two men watched as he got up and walked out of the room, still mumbling.
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