by S. Nelson
Pulling back a little, I saw his concern. “Okay, we’re gonna stop. Maybe it’s not the right time yet.” When he tried to move away, I clutched on to him for dear life. The last thing I wanted to do was come across . . . well, as I had been. It was time for me to woman up and do what I’d wanted to do for quite some time now. There wasn’t another man alive who I wanted to be my first, so before Jagger leapt off the bed, I wrapped my legs over the backs of his and tightened my hold. Reaching down, I grabbed his delectable ass and ground myself against him, his cock sliding through my folds with ease.
He didn’t ask me if I was ready, or if I still wanted to do this. Instead, with as much gentleness as he possessed, he pushed himself inside my tightness, stopping every few seconds to allow me to adjust.
The way he swirled his tongue with mine when he ravished my mouth helped take my mind off the sting of pain once he’d fully sunk inside me. Eventually, we melded together, the friction of our bodies coming together, eliciting a pleasure I’d never even thought possible.
“Goddamnit!” he growled. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” Slowing his thrusts, he breathed deeply before pulling back to rest on his haunches, taking me with him so our bodies remained connected. Seizing my waist, he pulled me roughly toward him, slamming into me with a controlled frenzy, withdrawing slowly before repeating. “Is that okay? Am I hurting you?”
No.
The last thing I wanted to explain was that while my body ached with delicious pleasure, I didn’t want him to stop. I needed him to take me the way he wanted, trusting him to not go overboard and fuck me with wild abandon. I craved his lust, his unabashed desire for me. So yeah, no would be my only response.
Jagger’s mouth parted and his head fell back, his grip on my waist tightening all while he tried not to speed up. “I can’t . . . I can’t hold back.”
Just when the familiar tingles began, sprinkling their tease throughout my insides, he withdrew completely. Moving quickly up the bed, he turned me on my side until his body cradled mine from behind.
“I wanna be close to you,” he whispered, kissing the shell of my ear. “Plus, I’ll have better access to this,” he said, trailing his hand down my belly until he rested the pad of his finger over my clit.
I reached behind me and threaded my fingers through his hair, opening my legs when he nudged them apart with his thigh. Pushing into me from behind, his fingers continued to play with my sensitive bundle of nerves, heightening the thrill until I thought I’d shatter into a million pieces. I rocked back into him, finding my rhythm rather easily. Restrained panting hit the side of my face, Jagger’s tongue lavishing the skin of my neck, nipping and sucking while his body claimed mine.
The pressure built.
My muscles locked up tight. Again.
Like the sweetest of roller coasters, dragging out the ascent to the top, the anticipation of the strongest climax teased me.
“I can feel you start to clench around me,” he grunted. “And it’s the best fucking feeling in the world, baby.”
Lowering my hand from his hair, I gripped his thigh, my nails digging into his skin and anchoring me in place. I tried to hold out as long as I could, never wanting his sweet assault to stop, but my body had other plans.
“Are you gonna come?” he asked, adding more pressure to my clit. All I could do in response was nod, one hand clutching the covers while the other held his leg. “Then fall with me, Kena. Let go and crash,” he grunted, his speed increasing until he’d shouted out his blissful release.
The sounds he made thrilled me, ramping my own orgasm even higher. Our bodies continued to rock together until both of us had come back down from our sexual high, tangled in each other for the next five minutes. Eventually, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him so my head rested on his chest.
The wild thud of his heart slowed with the tick of the clock, and it wasn’t long before I’d drifted off to sleep. Thoughts of Jagger infiltrated every facet of my mind as I gave in to some much needed rest.
Jagger
In the past, even though I hated to even think about it now that Kena was in my life, the girls I’d fucked had no problem letting me know when they were about to get off. Their moans and pleas for me to fuck them harder because they were right on the edge were a constant.
But with Kena it was completely different. I had to rely on her body to tell me how she was feeling. Watching her eyes glaze over in the sexiest of ways, or the way her nipples became erect, or the way her pussy drenched my cock in her excitement. She’d pushed me to the brink faster than ever before, her tightness fisting me until I had no other choice but to give in to the speeding train of pleasure barreling down on me.
I’d managed to make her come twice, and that was only the beginning. While I had to take it easy until she became accustomed to me, I looked forward to having quite a bit of fun with her, teasing her endlessly for hours . . . or minutes, depending on how hyped we both were. Images of all sorts of positions enticed me, and I couldn’t wait.
Slowly rolling Kena to her side, I managed to sneak off into the bathroom without waking her, tossing the condom in the trash before returning. The mattress dipped from my weight and still she didn’t stir, too wrecked from earlier. I sported a huge grin as I nestled in behind her, pulling her close so I could fall asleep as well.
I’d only known Kena a short time, had only slept in the same bed with her as many times as I could count on my fingers, yet it was as if she’d always been in my world. I knew I was falling for her, in a big way, and although the thought terrified me, for various reasons, I knew in the end she was the woman I wanted by my side.
I’d go to the ends of the earth to protect her, to shield her from harm any way I could. The fear of the unknown rattled me, but I couldn’t focus on the “what ifs.” I had to take each day as it came, hold on tight and enjoy the motherfuckin’ ride.
Lost in a dream, it took me a minute to realize the shrill sound cutting through the darkness of the room was my cell. Fumbling through my jeans to find it, I quickly pulled it free from the pocket and squinted at the bright light on the screen.
“What?” I whisper-barked, pissed that whoever called had no concept of time.
Hurried breaths flew down the line, instantly putting me on alert. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I grabbed my clothes and walked into the hallway. I knew I’d have to leave. I just didn’t know why yet.
“Get to the clubhouse now, Jagger!” Stone yelled, hanging up before he’d even allowed me to ask questions. Once I finished dressing, I scribbled out a quick note to Kena, reached for my keys and quietly closed and locked the door behind me.
I shouldn’t have, but I sped all the way to the club, ignoring all the traffic lights. Lucky for me, there weren’t many people out on the roads, seeing as how it was still very early.
There was an urgency to my step as I pulled open the door, entering the common room and absorbing the electric somberness drifting through the air.
Stone stood in the corner talking to Marek. Zip, Cutter and Breck lounged on the couches, drinks in hand and looking a little worse for wear, while Trigger busied himself serving alcohol to whomever requested it.
“What the fuck is goin’ on?” Ryder shouted, entering the clubhouse looking like he’d been hit by a truck, hair all disheveled with red-rimmed eyes.
No one answered, serving to annoy him as he took a seat at the bar. Finding my own words, they caught in my throat when I heard shouting, followed by a barrage of curses coming from the hallway. Whoever was back there was angered beyond all rational thought.
Then I heard a door slam.
The eruption of noise floated toward us all, the expectancy for something explosive to follow. First I saw Tripp, his downcast eyes a telltale sign something bad happened. Then I saw Adelaide, and it was then I realized shit had hit the fan. In a big way, grand enough to warrant her presence. No doubt she’d been called in to help patch someone up; otherwise, there was
no way Stone would have his woman here so late.
Still I kept my questions buried, watching and waiting for everything to unravel.
“How is she?” I heard Marek ask, moving closer until he’d reached Adelaide, a stolen look of concern and anger in his expression.
“She’s pretty awful,” she answered. “They did quite the number on her, so bad it’s going to take her quite a while to recover. She really should go to the hospital, but I get why you don’t want that, so I did the best I could.” Sidestepping our prez, she saddled up next to Stone, turning her head into the crook of his arm and curling into his protective embrace for support.
For what, I still had no idea.
Until I saw Hawke slowly walking down the same hall Tripp had just emerged from, someone frail huddled next to him. At first, I wasn’t sure who he shielded but the closer he stepped, the more I realized he was holding Edana. His woman. Only she didn’t look like herself. She wore a baggy T-shirt and grey sweatpants, no doubt Hawke’s clothes. But why? I’d never seen her in anything but skintight jeans and shirts which left little to the imagination. Her auburn hair was pushed back off her face, wet and tangled from a fresh shower.
When they both stood only a few feet from me, I saw the damage that had put everyone on edge. Nasty welts and bruises covered her face, her right eye swollen shut and her upper lip split open. The haggard way in which she walked indicated there was more damage to her body; she winced every few steps when Hawke unknowingly picked up his pace.
“Sorry, baby,” I heard him mumble as they passed by. Up close, Edana looked worse, the red and purple bruises distinct and grotesque. Hawke dwarfed her small frame even more than normal, the fragility of her presence screaming out to all of us.
What the hell happened?
“I’ll fuckin’ kill every last one of ’em, Prez,” he roared, walking toward Marek, coming to a brief stop while still sheltering his woman. “They raped her. I don’t . . . I can’t. . . .” Hawke stopped speaking. Anyone close enough to hear the pain in his voice knew that if he’d continued talking, he would’ve broken down right then.
“We’ll get them for this,” Marek promised. “For fucking everything.” A quick glance between them, a silent plan of action already formulating in their heads, I was sure, and Hawke led Edana toward the exit.
Once they were gone, I walked toward Stone, pulling him to the side once the conversation ended between him and Marek, our president turning his attention to Tripp who’d been firing off questions as soon as an opportunity presented itself.
Adelaide stuck to Stone’s side, but I didn’t care. I wanted to talk to both of them actually.
“What the hell happened to Edana? And who does Hawke want to punish for it?” A niggling sense of who’d attacked her whispered in the back corners of my brain, but I needed to hear it out loud.
“Those goddamn Savages jumped her outside Indulge. They beat her with their fists, forced themselves on her and taunted her, telling her the only reason they were gonna let her live was so she could pass along a message.”
Indulge was the club’s newest titty bar, and normally security was pretty tight, so I was surprised to find out some of the Reapers were able to not only sneak near our establishment, but attack Edana.
One of our brothers’ old ladies.
Without me pushing, Stone continued. “She went there looking for Hawke, no doubt to chew his ass out, boundless guilt he’s no doubt dealing with. Anyway, they told her they were comin’ for everyone we loved, and they wouldn’t stop until Sully was back in their club.” Marek had heard Stone’s words, no doubt not for the first time, and threw a punch at the wall behind him, pushing his fist through the crumbling drywall.
We all knew our enemy wouldn’t stop until they had Marek’s wife back with them, her father orchestrating the ambush. We’d been waiting for quite some time now for him to make his move, and it looked like the wait was over.
But who would be next?
I hesitated leaving the club, needing to stick around in case I was needed, but I wanted to head back to my place. Kena was no doubt still locked in sleep, but she was there alone.
All of a sudden, my heart skidded to a stop, loathsome fear fueling my choppy gasps.
Her image filtered in, her innocent smile slicing me apart because I knew what I had to do.
Kena
Rolling over, I thrust my arm outward and expected to feel Jagger sleeping next to me. But his side was empty. And cold, indicating he’d left the bed quite some time ago. I’d glanced to the alarm clock next to the bed and saw the bright red numbers, reading 6:08 a.m.
Stretching to chase away any residual sleep, I threw off the covers and planted my feet firmly on the ground, shuffling from the room and toward the living area, expecting to find him there.
But again . . . nothing.
He was nowhere to be found. His place was small, and unless he was holed up in the bathroom, he’d left me alone in his apartment. Trudging toward the kitchen to find some coffee, it was then I saw a small note lying on the counter. Barely legible handwriting told me he had gone to the clubhouse. He didn’t say why, but I knew enough about him to realize it had to have been important for him to leave me.
Thoughts of the previous night rushed over me and I smiled. I’d never felt like this about anyone before, and the notion that he cared for me as I did him made me the happiest woman in the world.
The way Jagger looked at me, touched me, whispered concerns in my ear as he worked inside my body thrilled me. His gentleness soothed my worries about my first time, and it couldn’t have been more perfect. I wouldn’t have traded that moment for anything in the world.
Bringing the brewed tastiness to my lips, my hand shook in surprise when I heard the jostle of keys in the lock. The front door flew open and in walked Jagger, looking like he’d been put through the wringer. What had happened during the time he’d been gone? Walking across the threshold, he closed the door behind him and headed toward me, his eyes on me the entire time.
Once he was close, he circled his arm around my waist and pulled me in to him, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling me before placing a lingering kiss on my skin. His tensed shoulders and reserved demeanor instantly put me on alert.
Stepping back, he held my hands in his and looked at me, saying nothing. He just stared, as if his goal was to memorize my every feature.
Finally, after a few intense moments, he dropped my hands and walked toward his bedroom. “I better take you home now, Kena,” he called out over his shoulder as he disappeared down the hallway.
I was left standing in the kitchen in nothing but his T-shirt and a dumbfounded look on my face.
Following him back into his room, I searched for my clothes, locating them half kicked under the bed. Gathering them in my hands, I walked toward the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I felt vulnerable right then, and the last thing I wanted to do was expose myself to Jagger—physically or emotionally.
Re-entering his space, I saw him sitting on his bed, his hands cradling his head. It wasn’t until I knocked on the wood of the nearby dresser that he looked up. Slowly rising to his feet, he crossed the room and brushed past me without a word.
When he opened the front door I stopped him, grabbing his hand and tugging him back toward me. Once I had his attention, I asked, What’s wrong? Why are you taking me home so early? Did I do something wrong?
The look on his face told me something serious was about to come flying out of his mouth, and as his lips parted, I held my breath, not wanting to hear any of what he was going to tell me.
Bracing my hands against my sides, I counted the seconds, but no sound ever left him. Instead, he looked like he was going to break down, so before that happened, he turned back around and walked out into the hallway, expecting me to follow.
Which I did.
Confused.
Angry.
Scared.
The entire ride back to my house w
as in silence. Had I misread his feelings for me?
Had he tricked me into bed, telling me whatever I wanted to hear in order to steal my innocence?
Did he view me as a challenge, nothing more?
If he would only talk to me I’d be able to find out what was wrong, but he remained tight-lipped, only asking if I was cold when he saw me shudder. The temperature had nothing to do with my shivers, just the obstinate guy sitting next to me.
He pulled down my street, the time ticking by too fast, bringing me closer to a situation I knew would upset me. Shutting off the engine, he gripped the wheel tightly, dipping his head for a brief moment before reaching for the door handle. Stepping out, he came around to my side, but I’d already exited the vehicle, standing next to his truck with my arms clutching my purse.
Part of me wanted to walk ahead and disappear inside, never giving him the opportunity to tell me whatever it was that weighed so heavy on him. But the other part of me wanted to demand he tell me why he wanted to get rid of me so fast.
I struggled between the two, but in the end I remained standing exactly where I was, leaning against the passenger side door, fiddling with my keys.
“I’ll walk you inside,” he finally said, speaking quickly before ushering me forward. The heat from his palm on my lower back warmed and chilled me at the same time.
He remained silent while I jabbed the key into the lock, pushing the door open and walking inside. I took a few steps to the side and watched as he hovered in the doorway, uncertain if he should come inside or turn around and leave.
Not being able to stand whatever this was between us any longer, I raised my hands in front of me and let loose, a bit of anger jerking my motions to let him know he’d upset me.
Why the silent treatment? Tell me what I did. I deserve to know.
I advanced toward him but he retreated, his back hitting the door, a conflicted look crossing over his face.