by J. M. Walker
He came up behind me and cupped my shoulders. Running his hands down my arms until he reached my hands, he let out a low purr. “This skirt does wonderful things for your ass.”
I grinned. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He leaned back, checking out my rear. “It’s a good thing you’ll be sitting most of the night because I wouldn’t be able to control myself otherwise.”
“Have you ever been able to control yourself, Jaron?” I turned back and forth, the end of the skirt swaying with my movements.
“Fucking hell.” He groaned, dropping his hands in front of his waist. “You look so fucking good.”
“Really? Well…you look pretty good yourself.” And he did. He was wearing black jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows. The veins in his forearms, popped every time he moved.
He gave me a cocky grin. “Let’s go before I bend you over the nearest hard surface and show you exactly how good I think you look. I need to feed my girl.”
“Well…” I stepped up to him, placing my hand on his chest and letting it graze down to his waist. “I’m not overly hungry yet.”
He smirked, leaning down to my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
I shivered. “Everything.”
In a quick move, he gripped my hips and pushed me up against the mirror before he did what he did best and used me to make both of us feel good.
Jaron kissed the side of my neck, holding me tight as I fell apart in his arms. His name left my lips on a sob. He felt so damn good that I couldn’t get enough. Never enough. The orgasm had been so hard, spots danced in my vision. My muscles rippled over my bones.
“I love you, Piper,” he whispered in my ear. “Let yourself go for me.”
And I did. At that point in time, I felt our souls connect in a way I never knew was possible.
“That’s my girl.” His words slid over me and right into my heart.
His girl.
It had been something I longed to hear for years. Ever since I was a teenager. Maybe even before. I wished, God, did I ever wish, that we would have been together right from the start, but life had a different plan for us. But now, we were one. We were together and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“We can stay in,” Jaron said, helping me smooth down my skirt. “We can order food.”
I looked at him then. “Is that what you want?”
He shrugged, searching my face.
“Jaron, I’ll do whatever you want to do.” I went up to him when he didn’t respond. “Talk to me.”
“It’s weird going out in public and being around people I don’t know,” he confessed, his cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink.
“I’m sorry.” I stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “I had no idea. I seem to forget these things.” Before I could pull away, he captured my mouth in a hard, bruising kiss. “Jaron,” I said, breathily.
“Shhh…” He pushed me back until I hit the edge of the bed.
“Once wasn’t enough for you?” I asked, tilting my head.
He chuckled, sinking his teeth into my collarbone. “Once is never enough with you.”
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(Jaron)
“Was Brynn good for you?”
“She was.” We were out in the living room after I fucked Piper for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Once I had her thighs shaking around me, that was when I started fucking her the way she wanted. My dick still hurt from the rough hold her pussy had on it earlier.
Piper sat beside me, handing me a beer.
I took it, kissed her head, and sat back.
She gave me a small smile.
My eyes flicked to my leather cut hanging over the arm of the love seat. I hadn’t put it on since being home.
“I’d still like to take you out for dinner.” I would have to get over my fear of being around people. Piper deserved to be wined and dined. She deserved it all. Food, presents, love, and more. Even if it was something small, I needed to show her how I felt about her. Words meant shit if I wasn’t showing her that I loved her.
“You sure?” she asked, smoothing her hands down her skirt.
I finished off the beer and placed the empty bottle on the table in front of us before sliding off the couch. I moved in front of Piper, kneeling at her feet. Taking her hands in mine, I brought them up to my mouth and placed soft pecks on her knuckles. “I remember the first time I wanted to make you mine. I shouldn’t have been a pussy and let Ashton and Aiden stop me from making a move, but I didn’t want to cause a scene either in front of everyone.” I nipped her fingertips.
Her breath caught, her chest rising high with a deep inhale.
“You were wearing these teeny tiny little jean shorts. Fuck, Piper, your legs were so damn long and tanned. I wanted to lick from your feet all the way up to that special little spot between your thighs.” I looked at her then. “I wish I would have saved myself for you.”
“Jaron,” Piper said gently.
“No.” I bit the base of her palm. “Just listen. You want to know how I survived being in jail?”
She chewed her bottom lip, nodding slightly.
“It was because of you, Piper. Even before I found out you were pregnant. It was all you. You may have had nightmares. Hell, so did I. But you are strong. You survived and I only survived because of you.”
Her eyes welled, her chin wobbling. She cupped my cheek, leaned forward and placed a soft peck on my lips. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, Piper,” my voice cracked. Running my thumb along the edge of her jaw, I slid my hand into her hair and deepened the kiss. “I love you more than I could ever say but promise to show you just how much, for the rest of our lives.”
She nodded, a tear falling free down her cheek.
“Don’t cry.” My stomach twisted, hating her tears.
“I’m…” She sighed, her shoulders slumping. She wiped her cheeks, giving me a small smile. “I’m happy. I feel like we’re finally moving forward. That’s all.”
I pushed to my feet and towered over her. “Forward is the only way we can go because I refuse to go back to before I loved you.” I cupped her jaw, tilting her head back. “Falling in love with you was the best thing I’ve ever done.”
“God.” Piper stood and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She pushed her face into the crook of my neck, her body shaking with soft cries.
“Shit.” I lifted her into my arms, hugging myself around her. “I did it again. I hate making you cry.”
“I’m fine.” She laughed. “I promise. Just emotional. Everything has me crying lately.”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “I meant everything I’ve said.”
“I know, Jaron.” A shuddered breath left her. “I know.”
Kissing her softly, I stepped out of her embrace and held my hand out. “Go out for dinner with me?”
She nodded, slipping her fingers in mine. “You don’t even have to ask me.”
“Good.” I tugged her closer, slapping my other hand against her ass.
She gasped.
I grinned.
And did it again.
“God.” She shivered.
I chuckled. “The mood was getting too heavy.”
Piper snorted. “No kidding.”
Fisting her hair, I stared down at her. “You good?”
She nodded.
“Are we good?” It was a question that I wasn’t sure I was ready for the answer to or not, but I still needed to know. Add to the fact that the question just fell from my lips anyway before I had a chance to stop it.
“I think we are,” she said softly.
Kissing her one last time, I released her and went to my cut that was hanging over the arm of the love seat. I wasn’t sure why, but something was stopping me from putting it on. It was like a part of me felt that I didn’t deserve to wear it.
“Did you want to wear that?” Piper asked.
I caught her gaze.
“I me
an…” Her cheeks reddened. “I’m not sure of the rules or anything but shouldn’t you be wearing it all the time?”
“Tonight, I’m not a biker. I’m just a man taking his girl out on a date to try and save their relationship.”
“Okay.” She gave me a small smile.
My body stirred. Fuck me, she was beautiful.
Her long dark hair fell down around her shoulders in waves. Her lips were red from the many times I had nibbled at them over the past hour or so. Her eyes were dark with lust. From that point on, I vowed to myself that I would do everything I could to keep a smile on her face. She deserved it. She deserved all of it.
Holding out my hand, I waited. I often wondered if she would run. When I had gone to jail, a part of me feared that I would come home, and she would be shacked up with another guy. Maybe even with one of the twins or both. I hadn’t seen them yet. Hell, I hadn’t seen anyone yet. I didn’t want to, but I knew at the same time that if I was going to be with Piper, I had to make an appearance and not be so damn grumpy and broody.
When Piper finally closed the distance between us and took my hand, all the struggles we bore, left me. Even if it was just for a moment.
Jaron
With my hand in Piper’s, I drove us to a small Italian restaurant that my cousin, Zach, had recommended. He said it was a little on the expensive side but the atmosphere and food were well worth the cost. It also always put a smile on his fiancée’s face, so that would definitely be worth every penny dropped.
Piper had been silent on the drive over. She kept looking out the window, chewing her bottom lip. She was thinking. And I knew it had to do with us, Brynn, her future. Our future.
Was she thinking about the mayor and what he wanted? She shouldn’t. That was my job. It was because of me that he came around. It was because of me that he threatened the lives of my girls. For that, he would die.
Piper squeezed my hand then.
I blew out a slow breath, her touch calming my anxiety.
No matter how much we fought, I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. She was the only one I wanted to fight with. That I wanted to fight for.
Something deep inside of me thought that maybe once I told her that I loved her, that everything would be fine. All of the pieces would fall into place and we would no longer fight. But I was wrong. There was still a wall between us. It was smaller than before, but it still lingered.
I told her that we needed time, but time was also a dangerous thing. Especially if I didn’t man up and tell her the shit I did in jail. I didn’t want to bother her with it, but I knew that I needed to talk to someone. There was no way in hell that I would see a shrink over it, so Piper would have to be the person I spoke to.
She felt like we didn’t know each other enough but we did, and we would continue to learn. I already knew that I liked what I did know. She was passionate and kind. Caring and so damn sweet. It made me want to take a bite out of her just to get a little bit of that flavor.
“I can feel you watching me.” Her head turned around, a small smile creeping on her face. “You should be watching the road.”
“I can do two things at once,” I told her, my gaze flicking back out ahead of us. But she was right. She was a distraction and I never wanted it to stop.
“My parents didn’t mind taking Brynn unexpectedly?”
“No. They were good about it.” In fact, her father knew that Piper and I needed to be alone. He said so in not so many words. It was also good to see them.
Dale and Maxine had been through a lot in the beginning. I didn’t know the exact details, but I had heard through others that Piper’s dad had been a dick.
“Don’t do what I did, Jaron,” Dale said, bouncing Brynlee on his knee. “Don’t push Piper away just because you’re scared of those feelings.”
Dale and I hadn’t talked much over the years but every time we did, I took his words to heart.
“Have you ever been on a date before?” Piper asked, pulling me from my thoughts. Her thumb brushed over the back of my hand.
“Once. I was in high school. It was after we came up here and I saw you.” I had been pissed because I couldn’t get Piper alone even to just tell her hi. Ashton and Aiden took up all of her attention.
“I went on a date too. He was a nice guy I went to high school with. Steven. My dad and Angel scared him. The date didn’t last long.” She laughed lightly. “God, that was so long ago.”
“And look where we are now,” I murmured. The lights to the restaurant came into view. “Did your dad give you a hard time about us in the beginning?”
“Surprisingly, no, he didn’t. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because you weren’t around for him to do anything about it. Who knows?”
I pulled into the parking lot, killed the engine, and turned toward her. “Has he said anything about what I did?”
“No. No one has. It’s like everyone just brushed it under a rug and left it as a dirty little secret.” She scowled. “I don’t know if it’s because Brody was the mayor’s son but…” Her head whipped around. “He almost raped me.”
“That’s my girl.” I grabbed her hand. “Get fucking mad, baby, because no one deserves that shit.”
“I saw a therapist a couple of times. It was one the hospital had provided, and I felt like it did nothing.” She huffed. “I wanted to talk to you and not a stranger. I tried talking to my parents. Your parents. Even our friends. But everyone just kept asking me how I was doing. They still ask me. Well you know what? I’m not okay. I’m not. Even though it’s been almost two years, I can still feel him. I can still hear the vile words he said. I can still smell him.” She shivered, pulling her hand from mine and hugging her arms around herself. “I’m not okay.”
Before either of us knew what I was doing, I left the car and went around to her side. Opening her door, I reached in and unbuckled her seat belt.
“Jaron?” When her fingers touched my cheek, I lost it.
In a rough move, I pulled her from the vehicle and shoved her up against the side of it. The door slammed shut behind her, the sound reverberating between us.
I stared her down, expecting her to push me away but when she grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, I crushed my mouth to hers.
Her lips opened, inviting me in and speaking every silent word she could never say. That neither of us could say.
Pushing her harder against the door, I ground into her. Not to hint for more but to let her know that I was hers. Every inch.
“What is it?” she whispered, breaking the kiss.
“You are in control. With me. With your life. With everything. What you and I have, it wouldn’t be happening without your complete consent.” I pushed into her harder. “This, all of me, it’s all yours but only when you give the go-ahead.” As dominating as I could be, I wanted her to know that she was in control of the situation. It was all her.
“I know.” She looked up at me through her lashes. “I would never think that you would do something without my consent. Is that what this is about?”
I released her and began pacing, blowing out a slow breath. “I don’t want you to think that just because I’m a biker, I take whatever I want from a woman even if they tell me no. I’ve never been like that. Most of the guys in my dad’s club aren’t like that. Yes, it happens. I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t, but I want you to know that I am not like that.”
“I know that.” She held out her arms. “Now come here.”
“Piper.” I stopped pacing.
“Baby, I know you would never hurt me. I know that you would never do anything without my permission. Trust me, everything we’ve done already has been because we both wanted it. You’re not manipulative. You are not Brody.” Her gaze hardened. “You hear me?”
A breath of relief left me. I knew I wasn’t him. I wasn’t like him at all.
“Now come here. Please.”
I charged for her, crashing into her and messing up her hair.
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p; “You never have to worry about me thinking that of you,” she said, her voice muffled by my shirt. “I promise.”
I gripped her hair, tugging her head back. “I love you,” I said, my voice firm.
“I love you.” She frowned. “But why did that sound angry?”
“It wasn’t…I’m not…” I huffed again. “Fuck. If we weren’t in a public parking lot, I’d have my cock inside you right about now.” But it was still too early in the evening for that to happen. Especially when the parking lot was filled with cars.
Piper gave me a small smile, her cheeks turning pink.
“I didn’t know how you felt,” I blurted.
“I love my parents.” She sighed, hugging an arm around my middle. “I love yours and I love our friends. But I didn’t want them to ask me how I was doing. I wanted them to just be there. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I haven’t been ready at all. Not until you came home. I just wanted to sit there in silence knowing those I loved understood my need for that. But that never happened. It just…I don’t know. I’m not making sense.”
“We can sit in silence for as long as you need.” I cupped her cheek. “If you want to talk, we can. If you want to light shit on fire, we can. If you want to fuck so damn hard, the walls shake, we can do that too.”
A husky laugh left her.
My thumb grazed under her jaw, pushing her head back. “I mean it, Piper. Whatever you want to do, we can do it. I can even talk to some of the guys and see if they have an old vehicle that you can destroy if you want.”
“You think that would help?” she asked softly.
I gave her a small smile. “Maybe. Maybe not. If it doesn’t work, we can find something else that does. We can keep trying until you feel better. That’s all I want. I’m not going to ask you how you’re feeling. The answer is obvious. Brody was a dick and he almost took something from you that was never his to take in the first place.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to thank me.” I kissed her forehead. “Ever.”
I looked down at her, expecting her to say something but when she didn’t and was suddenly closed off, my stomach clenched. “What is it?”