"Jace…I don't think…I…"
Recognizing her distress and feeling the tremors gripping her body, I put my hands on her hips to hold her steady and on her feet. I sensed that she was close, the little signs of her impending orgasm clear in every moan, whimper, and sharp catch of her breath. I fucked her with my tongue, pulling out long enough to say, "Put some fucking cum on my tongue baby."
Her panting came faster and louder. She was so fucking close. I smoothed a hand down the enticing swell of her ass, letting my fingers dip into the crack that divided those fleshy globes. She caught her breath, jerking away from the intimate move.
"Baby, I won't do anything to hurt you."
She calmed and relaxed as I continued to tongue her. At the same time I wiggled a finger around until I found the small pucker of her anus. I was willing to bet that she'd never had anything in there. "Ever done anything back here?" I asked in a hoarse voice.
"No!" she responded in a breathy exclamation.
Well, I was about to the change that. I ran my finger down to her dripping pussy and soaked it with the wetness there, and then I brought my finger back to her puckered hole. I wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her firmly where I wanted her, continued to thrust my tongue into her pussy, and slowly began to push my finger past the sphincter muscle. She stiffened for only a second, and then pushed her little ass toward the invasion of my finger.
"Oh, God!" Luna cried out, twitching wildly. Her hips began to move faster, and when I sank my finger all the way inside her tight little hole, she came apart. "Jace!" she screamed in a mixture of shock and surprise, convulsing uncontrollably against my hold. "Oh God…oh God…oh God!"
I held her in place as she lost herself to a powerful orgasm, made stronger by the experience of something new. I continued to tongue her, slurping up her sweet cream until her movements calmed. I pulled my finger from her anus. "Someday soon I'm going to put my dick in there." This caused her to shiver. "Would you like that, baby? Would you like my dick in your sweet, fucking ass?"
She nodded, looking down at me. "Yes, but you're so big."
I grinned at her fears. "It'll fit, baby, I promise. And you'll love it. I'll make fucking sure of that."
A small, trembling smile spread across her flushed face. I got to my feet, wrapped my hand around her neck, and pulled her against me. "Taste yourself." I locked my mouth onto hers in a rough kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth when she opened to me. Her soft moans revealed that she liked tasting herself. I was still hard as a fucking brick, and pushed my hips forward so that my dick sliced right between her swollen pussy lips. Still sensitive, she shuddered wildly. Feeling the softness of her scorching heat and the wetness coating my dick, I lost control.
I growled, and pushed her down onto my bed, and then grasped her ankles and pulled her to the edge. I lifted her legs up the front of me, grinning down at her flushed beauty and the glaze of lust in her half-closed eyes. My eyes moved from her face to where her pretty pussy was open on display to me. Christ, she was swollen pink and soaked, all but screaming for me to fuck her. And fuck her I would. I stepped forward and penetrated her in one, deep plunge. A look of pure bliss spread across her face when I entered her.
"It feels so fucking good sinking into your pussy," I growled, holding myself still inside her for a minute. "Squeeze my dick, baby. Clench those pussy muscles around my dick and make me come."
Luna did as I asked, which almost caused my undoing because, fuck, I was already primed for coming. I began to fuck her, pulling out but leaving the head of my dick inside her, before slamming forward again, feeling her close around me like a fist, my balls slapping against her. She gasped, rolling her head back and forth, her little hands clenched into the covers beneath her. Every time I sank inside her tight, wet body I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, it felt so fucking good. I wasn't going to last long. The little puffs of air escaping her when I was buried balls deep were music to my ears.
"I'm going to come again!" she cried out weakly. "Jace!"
Jesus! I could feel her body spasm around me, feel her insides clench and release and then warmth bathed my dick. I wrapped my hands around her upper thighs and pulled her tightly against me, crashing my loins against hers and burying myself so deep inside her that I came to the fucking end. In that instant her eyes opened wide, and I knew that she felt it, too, the connection that bound us tighter than any words.
I roared my release and held nothing back, exploding everything I had inside her sweet sheath. My body jerked with every release of cum that erupted from my balls as I filled her with my seed. She moaned, her cunt squeezing me tightly, milking every drop of cum from me. The intensity of my orgasm was like nothing I had experienced before. I was overwhelmed with the pleasure I found in Luna's body, weakened with every rope of cum that splashed against her walls, as if she were stealing something vital. Something life altering.
I leaned against her, panting hard, my strength sapped. "Fuck…fuck…fuck," I managed to get out, staring down at Luna's flushed beauty. She was breathing heavily, too, her plump lips parted as she struggled to suck in air, eyes half-closed, and a sensual smile on her features. I watched her hands slowly unclench from the covers, watched her tits slowly calm. I could have pulled away, but damned if I wanted to break the connection between us.
It fucking amazed me that I was still buried inside her, still semi-hard, when she'd drained my balls dry. Holy Christ, I couldn't seem to get enough of the woman. I shook my head to clear it of the sensual fog, and then lowered Luna's legs so I could step back. We both made a sound when my dick slipped from between her swollen, wet folds.
"Come on, darlin'." I grabbed her by the waist and nudged her further up the bed, and then joined her. I collapsed onto my back pulling her against me. We lay there quietly for a few minutes. I thought Luna may have fallen asleep, but when I glanced down, she was staring up at me.
We both smiled at the same time.
"It's never been like that for me, Jace. Even when I thought I loved Seth. He never made me feel alive like you do. You make me feel as if I'm someone special."
"You are special, and your ex was a fucking fool for not treating you like you deserve." I began to run my hand through her silky hair.
"What about you? Has there ever been any one special for you?"
"I thought I was in love about half a dozen times in high school," I admitted jokingly. "Lasted about as long as it took me to get inside their pants." I decided to give Luna the toned-down version. I'd been so fucking horny in high school that I'd gone through half of the senior girls, all who thought they were taking a ride on the wild side by being with a boy who rode a motorcycle.
She chuckled softly. "I imagine you claimed a lot of girls in high school."
I took a deep breath, releasing it and blowing a strand of hair against her forehead. "I fucked them, baby. That's all I wanted. I never had time for dating and relationships."
"How long have you been a nomad?"
"Since I was seventeen."
Her brows rose at that. "While you were still in high school?"
"Yep. I got mixed up with a local biker club in my town. They were just starting up and wanted me to prospect for them. I did for a while. Then decided I didn't like being told what to do. So I went out on my own." I laughed. "Had to grow up fucking fast after that."
"So, you just left home?" Her hand began smoothing over my chest.
I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the home that I'd left. I supposed it hadn't been as bad as I'd thought it was back then. Teenagers rebelled against everything, and I had been no different. Growing up without a mother hadn't helped. My dad had tried his best to raise me alone, but his lack of education hadn't gotten him any further than janitorial work. We'd lived from paycheck to paycheck in a low-rent apartment in the poor section of town. I’d figured that striking out on my own would help us both in the long run.
The silence continued, and I realized that Luna was wa
iting for a response. I decided to give her the short version. "My mom died of cancer when I was ten. My dad was barely able to keep a roof over our heads and food in our bellies, but he tried. Thankfully, I didn't have siblings."
"I'm sorry, Jace. Is he still alive?"
"The last I heard," I admitted, not proud of the fact that I hadn't made more of an effort to remain in contact with him. I wasn't in Florida much, but when I was there I did at least call him. When I’d found out that he was retired and living off of a meager social security check I’d bought him a small house in a safer section of town. "It's been a few years since I've seen him. What about you, do you have siblings?"
She shook her head with a laugh. "My folks had me very late in life. They weren't supposed to have children, so I was a surprise."
"A nice surprise." I leaned down to kiss her briefly, but Luna had other ideas. She opened to me eagerly, drawing my tongue into her mouth, and suddenly we were grinding our mouths together with renewed arousal.
I easily pulled her on top of me, welcoming her warmth and weight against me. Her tits were crushed against my chest, those hard little nipples digging into me and keeping my attention. When she began squirming against my stiff dick, I groaned and gave her ass a hard slap.
"Ouch!" she pulled away, pouting playfully.
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" I grinned, only too eager. I smoothed my palm over the abused cheek, giving it a squeeze. "Damn you feel good on top of me."
"You're very comfortable," she murmured, settling her head in the crook of my neck.
It grew quiet again. The fact that I had a beautiful, naked woman lying on top of me and I was noticing how peaceful and comfortable I was in the moment was nothing less than miraculous. When was the last time I'd felt that shit with a woman? Never. I'd never taken the time to just lie with a woman. I fucked them and kicked them out of my bed, because this, what was happening now, with Luna, wasn't something I'd ever wanted.
Christ. When had I ever spent time pillow talking with a woman after fucking her?
Never.
"Jace?"
"Yeah?"
"What happens after the trouble with the Destroyers is over?"
Shit. I hadn't been the only one lying there deep in thought, and I had a pretty good idea what she was really asking. Still, I decided the smart thing to do was to play dumb, have her put exactly what she meant into words, secretly praying that she didn't have the guts.
"What do you mean?"
She sighed, calling my bullshit. "You know what I mean. When lockdown is over and we all go back to our lives. What are you going to do?"
"Moody and I have a job to do for the Wreckers that will take us back to New Mexico." I clenched my jaw, knowing full well what Luna wanted, wishing that I could say the words that she wanted to hear. I wasn't going to give her false hope, though. I'd explained the situation to her before. She had to know that our time together would eventually end.
I felt her slight nod, and then, "Will you be back?"
"Baby, I haven't given much thought beyond the job. I go where I'm needed. Right now I've got nothing planned."
Again she nodded, following it with a tiny sound of acknowledgement. Fuck, I hated where this conversation was going. I wanted Luna, there was no question about that, and I'd claimed her to let my brothers know to keep their fucking hands off her, but I'd never misled her about who and what I was, or about the role women played in my life. I wasn't one to think too far into my future because of what I did for a living. It was another reason why I didn't have an old lady or a family. I wanted to think that that made me responsible, even if it left me feeling like a selfish bastard.
Tomorrow wasn't promised.
Nothing in life was.
After a few minutes of silence that was followed by the sound of Luna's shallow breathing, I realized that she'd fallen asleep. I knew that I should get up and get a shower, but sleep sounded good right about now. I reached for the sheet and pulled it over us, content to leave her where she was.
I knew she was going to mean trouble for me. I should have never gotten involved with her, but I couldn't seem to resist her. I was addicted to Luna. Everything about her softness and goodness turned me the fuck on, and when I lost myself in her wet heat all was good in my life. I was a bastard for using her, because that's what it fucking boiled down to, and I knew that I wasn't going to change.
I cared about Luna. More than I should have.
But I refused to love her.
Chapter 28
Luna
It was early morning when I made my way to the kitchen. I didn't know how I’d managed to leave Jace in bed, get a shower, and get dressed all without waking him. I laughed to myself thinking that I must have worn him out. Every time one of us had awoken during the night we’d reached out for the other, and it had usually ended up in a session of hot, earth-shattering sex. I couldn't think of it as making love, because that would mean that our relationship was something that it wasn't, and he'd made it clear that while we were exclusive, we weren't permanent.
Did he care about me at all, other than as a woman to satisfy his urges with? I didn't even want to think about what that made me. Desperate came to mind, but I knew that wasn't true. Shameless, yes, where he was concerned. I'd never tried drugs, I’d never been addicted to anything other than coffee and chocolate, but I knew that Jace was like a drug that I couldn't get enough of, and the more I had of him, the more I needed him.
I entered the main room of the clubhouse to find it dark and quiet. The place was a mess though, with the lingering odor of stale booze, perfume, and something else. At least Reaper didn't allow smoking inside the building, but with the scent that I was picking up, cigarette smoke would have been easier on the nose. Table tops were cluttered with bottles and glasses, the floor was littered with food and spills. I made my way to the kitchen, flipping on the light just inside the door.
My gaze fell on the coffee maker. It was the kind used in restaurants, and looked complicated to someone who'd never used one before. Closer inspection revealed that it wasn't that complicated at all. Someone had been kind enough to print out the directions and tape it to the maker. I filled the reservoir, added a new filter and the amount of grounds that it called for, and hit the button. I leaned against the counter and waited, and in no time the aroma of freshly brewed coffee was filling the large kitchen.
"Thank fuck someone made coffee!"
I jumped and let out a squeal, spinning toward the doorway to see Jim walk through. "Damn!" I swore, slapping my hand over my heart.
He laughed and continued my way. "Sorry for scaring you, honey. Are you the angel who made coffee?"
"I am," I said, pouring a cup and handing it to him before pouring one for myself. "Is Casey still sleeping?" I added sugar and creamer, eager to take that first sip.
"Yeah. She finally went back to sleep at about four." He brought his cup up to his mouth, drinking it black.
I looked at him over the rim of my cup, took a sip, and asked, "She had a bad night?"
He nodded, sighing with what sounded like frustration. "I swear for every two steps forward she takes one step back. Guess that's normal, according to the doc." He gave me a long look, his brows furrowing. "You were there when those fuckers—." He halted abruptly, clenching his jaw and looking down at his feet. After a minute he took a deep breath and returned his gaze to mine. "I feel like there's something she's not telling me."
It was my turn to look toward the ground. I didn't want Jim to see the guilt in my eyes as I thought about what Casey had told me about her step-father. I couldn't break her trust, but he needed to know, and Casey needed to get it off her chest.
"What's wrong?"
I shook my head and took another sip of coffee, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Did they do something more to her? Something she hasn't told me? Fuck, Luna, I can't help her if I don't know everything!"
I understood his frustration, but I couldn
't betray Casey. She was my best friend.
"I can tell that you know something!" he all but shouted at me. "You can't even look me in the eye! What more did those fuckers do to her?" he snarled.
What more could they have done to her? I wanted to scream back at him. His anger made me angry, because I still half-blamed him for what had happened, but I managed to keep mine from surfacing. It wouldn't help Casey. It was Casey's story to tell, and though I wouldn't betray her trust, I could at least encourage Jim to talk to her, get her to open up to him. Maybe his persistence would persuade her into telling him her secret.
Before I could say anything, Jim slammed his coffee cup down onto the counter and grabbed me by the upper arms. "Tell me!" he yelled, shaking me.
His actions caught me unaware and my coffee cup slipped from my fingers and crashed to the floor between my sneakered feet. Hot coffee splashed up onto my bare legs, but I barely acknowledged it, focusing on the irate man in front of me. My hands came up to ward Jim off, but his grip was firm around my arms.
"Jim‒"
"Take your fucking hands off her, brother!"
At the sound of Jace's voice we both turned to see him storming in our direction. He was on us in a second, taking Jim by the shoulder and pulling him away from me. In the same instant, he pulled his arm back and doubled his hand into a fist.
"Jace, no!" I grabbed his arm with both hands to hold him back. I didn't want to be the cause of him hitting his brother. "It's okay! He's upset!"
"I'm fucking upset!" he snapped, glaring down at me. "He put his hands on you!"
"I wasn't going to hurt her, brother," Jim said, not making any attempt to pull away from the hold that Jace had on his cut.
"You don't touch my woman," Jace growled at Jim.
"Then hit me if it will make you feel better." Jim stood firm, offering his taut jaw as if he had no choice. "I deserve it for putting my hands on her."
What? At that point I was confused. I stood, glancing back and forth between both men, who were facing each other with heaving chests and angry expressions. I couldn't take my eyes off the incredible alpha male that was Jace. He stood poised for action, the glitter in his eyes like twin lightning bolts that promised pain, his lips pulled back over his teeth in a tiger's snarl. He took my breath away, even as my heart skipped a beat in fear.
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