“That’s it.”
He places a hand on top of mine, which grabs his head, and presses down so that he rubs harder on my clit. A moan shakes from my chest and he plants a wet kiss on my neck.
“That’s it baby, moan for me. Tell me how badly you want it.”
I arch my back against his, clenching over and over again. Holy fuck, I just want to nudge his cock up a little and feel his head pierce me like it did the first time.
“Please, Jack!”
His teeth bite down on my neck as he does a brutal thrust against my clit. “Your cunt needs a bit of stretching before I fill you up again.”
His fingers slip down, curving around my mound before he pierces through. My body gives a violent twitch as he enters me, stroking his fingers against my raw clit. My muscles clench around him as every sensitive part of me feels like it’s on fire. He moves his fingers to each side, stretching me out.
“Jack, I want you inside me. I need you right now!”
He lets out something that’s halfway between a hiss and a groan. Another finger slides in, and I bite my lip against the pressure. He slips away and I hear a plastic, tearing sound. Then I see him rolling a condom over his cock.
“Shit.”
Then he pushes me forward so that my arms grab the shelves, knocking over cans. My heart gallops ahead as he adjusts his cock and his fingers slip out of my pussy. There’s a slight pressure and then our sighs mingle in the air. It feels fucking huge, just like last time. Breath squeezes out of my lungs as he anchors himself. It’s still a foreign thing—feeling a man inside me. But his hands squeeze my hips as he digs himself a little deeper and he rubs against my clit, sending electrical shocks up my spine.
He’s incredibly warm, and I miss his hardness as he pulls back before rutting me deep. Again and again. Hard enough to knock things off the shelves. He fucks me so hard, I forget myself. I don’t even remember my own name. Oh God. It’s just the most incredible thing. He’s incredible.
He makes sounds I’ve never heard from a man. Deep, rasping groans. He pinches the flesh on my ass and smacks me hard and then he reaches around me, grabbing my tits to hoist me upright, still buried.
Wordless, he slips out of me and turns my shoulders around. Then he hoists me in his arms and shoves my back against the wall. I throw my arms around him and wrap my legs around his waist. I get to see his face as his cock slides in. His hair sticks to his neck and his teeth are clenched together. He explodes with moans, gasping hard as he rams me against the wall, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful. I kiss him and he bites my bottom lip. Pressure builds inside my pussy, the thick shaft rubbing against me like the friction needed to start a fire. I’m close to it—I feel it. I dig my nails in the back of his neck and gasp when our lips break away. Then he shakes with a huge yell and thrusts so hard I can feel every inch of him, all the contours. Jack’s arms shake as energy pools from his limbs, and he pulses, breathing hard. Then my own explosion rocks me, and I find his lips again. I want to taste him. He swirls in my mouth as we both lower to the floor, exhausted.
We stay intertwined for a while. It feels sweet, like my first time with him. Jack nuzzles my neck and blows gusts of air. The glow radiates through my skin, and I just want to sit in his arms for a while.
The happy moment bursts the moment the door shakes with a loud series of bangs.
Jack raises his head and roars, “Fuck off!”
A voice dripping with acid filters through the door. “It’s Johnny. Get the fuck back to the hall, now.”
Oh my fucking God.
“Fun’s over,” I say in a low voice as his footsteps disappear.
“Yeah.”
The chill from Jack’s voice freezes over the temporary warmth between us. I watch him retreat back into his shell. His eyes close like shutters on windows and he disengages his arms from me, as though in pain. It twists inside me like a tiny dagger in my heart. God, how long will I have to do this?
Jack picks himself off the ground, already turning away from me as though I don’t matter. It takes at least fifteen minutes to put the dress back on and then we rejoin the hall.
Another excruciating hour later and hundreds of guests demanding a dance, a kiss, a whatever, we’re allowed to tear ourselves from the reception. Then it takes another hour to thank everyone for coming, and then finally we’re allowed to leave.
I look up at those white steps to his apartment. My home.
“I guess I live here now.”
“I guess.”
Neither of us sounds very excited at that prospect.
He opens the door for me and I hobble up the steps with his help. Once we’re inside, Jack slams the door and locks it.
“There’s a spare bedroom down the hall to your left.”
He vanishes from my side like a ghost. An hour later I have the dress and makeup off, and I lie down in this strange bed. I’m too wired to sleep, and part of me feels a tiny prick of pain at being so carelessly tossed aside.
It’s the loneliest night of my life.
JACK
I wake up in a state of agitation. The sheets cling to my skin, drenched with sweat. Heart-pounding dread. The cold, clammy feeling follows me as I rip off the sheets and stand from the bed. I run fingers through my damp hair. What’s missing?
I tear through drawer after drawer, throwing their contents on the floor. My feet slip on pairs of boxers. What am I looking for? I don’t know. The irrevocable sense of loss yawns inside me. It has to be here somewhere.
It’s oddly bright. Everything has a blue sort of haze. I stride into the kitchen, feeling a swell of disappointment as I open cabinet doors. The fridge holds nothing of interest, and I slam it shut.
Blood careens through my veins. I dive to the couch and fling the cushions aside. I don’t know how to explain it. Something’s gone. Something dear to me.
“Where are you?”
My fingers tear through the fabric, and my throat starts to close.
“Where the fuck are you?”
I straighten, my limbs shaking as I look around the deserted apartment. The chill moves up my chest, seeping inside, moving its icy tendrils around my heart. I can’t find him. I can’t—
I’m in a parking lot. Dark shadows shift in front of me, their forms obliterated by the bright white behind them. Then an arm suddenly slides across my neck and chokes off my air. I tug at his arm, but I’m so goddamn weak. Then the shadowy form in front of me steps forward, and I recognize John’s face as blackness creeps around the edge of my vision.
“Too close, Jack.”
The cold voice settles in my chest like ice. My fingernails drag in his tough skin as a smile lifts the corner of John’s mouth. The man’s arm crushes my windpipe and I fall down, my lungs burning. My face kisses the concrete and then suddenly air returns to my lungs.
What the fuck?
I pull back and feel wetness on my lips. A woman’s mouth. I’m lying on soft sheets, and there’s a naked blonde underneath me. Beatrice searches me with her deep-blue eyes and runs her fingers though my hair. I sink down and kiss the dusting of freckles right under her eye. My cock twitches when she wraps her arms around me, and I nuzzle her neck, feeling her stomach jump as I kiss her.
“Jack.”
Something pierces through my back. I feel the sharp edges digging through my muscles and tearing sinew as I collapse over her body. Her arm strains, and the object rips out of my back. The fucking pain. That innocent smile plays on her lips as I roll off her. She straddles my hips and lifts the blade dripping with blood in her hands. Still wearing the same smile, she plunges down—
My eyes snap open to a blank ceiling, and a surge of energy hits me square in the chest. I gasp out loud, heart still galloping ahead. I sit bolt upright as the sheets stick to my skin.
What the fuck was that?
I wipe the sweat from my brow as my body radiates with lingering phantom pain. The sheets whip around my legs as I tear them
off and stand upright, walking through the door of my bedroom—Mike’s old room—and into the kitchen. The bottle of scotch in the kitchen cabinet burns in my head. My mouth waters. I want it so fucking badly that I can feel the richness rolling on my tongue. My legs move of their own accord. I see myself opening the cabinet door, grabbing the bottle, and slamming a glass on the table. It’s then that I notice the wedding band.
Jesus Christ. I totally forgot.
I’m married to a biker bitch.
I forget the bottle of scotch and stride to the guest bedroom. My hand grasps the door handle and I turn—fuck, it’s locked. A crazed, leaping feeling makes me hammer the door. She could be doing anything in there. Then I crash my shoulder against the door and splinters of wood fly everywhere. The dream fills my head with venom. I don’t trust the bitch—I’m going to put her in her fucking place.
The door swings wide open and I see Beatrice backed up against the headboard, her hair mussed around her head and her blue eyes wide.
I approach the bed, watching how the t-shirt she’s wearing rides up her thighs. A sliver of pink panties through her locked legs makes my cock twitch.
“Rule number fucking one. No locked doors while you’re in this house.”
She clutches her chest. I can see her heart fluttering the white t-shirt she’s wearing and the soft outline of her tits, her nipples gently peaking the fabric. Then I remember the promise I made to use her body as long as she was mine as blood pounds in my head.
“You could have knocked.”
“I don’t trust you, sweetheart.”
The mattress squeaks as I sit down beside her. There’s really nothing stopping me from ripping that t-shirt from her body. It’s one of mine. I realize that with a sudden, hot thrill that leads straight to my cock.
“What exactly do you think I’m going to do to you?”
“Stab me in my sleep with the switchblade you stuck in your wedding dress?”
She drains of color and her mouth hangs open, apparently struck dumb. “M-my dad gave it to me. I would’ve never—”
“Go ahead and try it. I’d enjoy tying up your arms to my bedpost and leaving you there until I’ve had my fill of pussy.”
“Jack, I would never do anything—”
“Second. If you fuck me over, I’ll fuck you. Then I’ll throw you out like a used condom.”
She flinches at the heat in my voice, her skin the color of a pale rose. “Okay.”
“Third rule. Don’t touch my shit. If I catch you nosing through my belongings, I spank your bare ass until it glows bright red. Understand?”
I love how she sits up straight backed and nods at me like a good little girl. I cup her face with one hand, and she lets out a sigh.
“Good wives obey their husbands,” I say, fighting to keep the laughter out of my voice. “I need obedience from you.”
Her eyes flash and her voice carries a hint of defiance. “I thought you didn’t want a wife.”
I rake my fingers up her neck and fist her hair, yanking so that her neck arches over my wrist. Fuck, it’s hot. I can see her hard nipples poking the white t-shirt. She lets out a painful hiss.
“Ow!”
“If you’re going to give me a smart mouth, I’ll put you in your place. I have no problem doing this in public.”
She flushes violently. “No, please don’t!”
I want to laugh at how terrified she looks. Damn, maybe this won’t be too bad. I palm her stomach, slipping my hand under her t-shirt. She lets out a breath. My hand sweeps up her abdomen until I grab ahold of one of her nice tits, squeezing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. A moan shakes from her throat that sends blood rushing to my cock.
I bend my lips to her ear, loving how she shivers when she hears my voice. “Next rule. No panties in the house. Take them off now.”
Beatrice turns her head, her mouth parted. She wants me to kiss her. I want to. I want to bite her fucking lip, especially when she looks at me with that leaden expression.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Without a second’s hesitation she hooks her fingers under her panties and slides them down her ass. She rolls them from her hips and I see the sheen of juice over her pussy. The panties scrape against her long legs until finally they pool around her feet. I lift them up and ball her panties in my hand, throwing them across the room.
Beatrice clings to the bars on the headboard, knees firmly held together as her fingers curl around the metal. The shadow of her tits moves behind the shirt, sending another jolt to my cock. I grab her waist and slip my hands underneath her shirt, lifting it over those beautiful, perky tits. She tilts back her head as I pull it over her. Then her silky hair falls over her shoulders like beaten gold. Beatrice looks as fragile as the night I met her.
I take her by the throat and set her down on the bed, her hair spilling around her like a halo. My cock strains against my pants, throbbing so hard that I grind my teeth together to ignore it. She sucks in her lip and bites it. Fucking hot.
Slowly I tug down my briefs, releasing my length from the tight fabric. I grab the base of my cock and pump it a few times. Pre-cum dribbles out of the tip to slide down. She watches me with unmistakable greed.
“You just love taking orders, don’t you?”
She’s like a red traffic light, burning on cue. My thumb strokes her neck and she opens her mouth, apparently speechless.
“You don’t care about what I love.”
She turns her head to the side and pretends as though her cunt isn’t dripping and her heart isn’t racing from being so close to me. I take her legs and force them apart, revealing her glistening pussy.
“You’re right. I don’t.”
I’ve never felt her bare pussy on my cock, and I decide that I want to make her suffer for talking back. So I slide between her legs and touch the tip of my head against her wet cunt. I grunt as I feel the warmth sliding around my head, suppressing the urge to dive in and surround my cock with tight pussy. She lifts her head and shudders with a small moan. Then I slide my cock up, massaging her swollen nub. I grab her thighs and slowly inch my way between her legs. My fingers glide up and make an arc inside her. She makes a high sound that turns me on—it’s like a stroke to my dick.
“I’m not going to allow you to come anymore. Not without my permission. That’s the last rule.”
She arches her back, her muscles clenching hard around my fingers as I slide them out. I grab myself and move between her lips, stroking that sensitive clit as gently as possible.
“But I can’t control it!”
“You will, or you’ll be punished.”
Her thighs tremble as I insert two fingers back into her warmth as I tease her with my cock. With my other hand I stroke myself. I fist my cock, feeding the pressure building behind my balls. Her breaths become labored, hitching into a high groan. She bucks against my hand and I feel like I’m going a little crazy, too. Her wetness is all over me and all I’d have to do is move my cock a few centimeters down.
“Can I come?”
“No.”
I fight a smile as her face twists with agony and bury my three fingers deep in her cunt, rubbing her nub hard. All I have to do is watch her tits spilling over her chest and that beautiful pussy open for me, just waiting for a nice, thick cock. Flaming heat licks my balls, my hand making friction with my dick. The ache intensifies with every desperate look thrown my way. When her soft moans hit my ears, a surge of energy runs down my length. My hand moves up and down my throbbing cock, faster and faster. Then my balls tighten and move up, the pressure finally releasing like the blast of a gun. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, draping over her tits. I pump furiously as ecstasy washes over me, still fucking her with my other hand. More jets of cum fly out, sticking to her pearly-white skin. Good fucking God, it’s incredibly hot. I keep fisting my cock until every drop of lands on her.
She turns toward me, flushed, waiting for my approval. A sick part of me loves how easily
she submits to me. She was probably born and bred for this. I can only imagine the bullshit they must have taught her at the MC—obey your father and stay pure. Girls with pure vaginas go to heaven. I wonder how much pussy I sent to hell with my dick.
“You can come now.”
My cock is still hard, so I aim my head right behind her swollen pussy and I shove through, pinching her clit. Beatrice cries out and comes hard on my dick. I grab the back of her head and claim her sweet mouth. She kisses me back, pausing to moan in my mouth. I ride the wave of both our orgasms until my eyes feel heavy.
She sprawls out underneath me as redness pricks across her skin. I take the balled-up t-shirt and wipe the cum from her body and then I move to get up from the bed, but she tugs at my arm. The haunted look from her pure blue eyes stops me. Her fingers are surprisingly strong around my arm. She wants me to stay—to fucking cuddle.
For a moment I consider shutting her ass down, but her eyes tug at me. I roll back into bed with a sigh and I wrap an arm around her shoulders, curling her body into my chest. It feels good to have her weight against me, so much that I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off.
“Jack?”
“Hm?”
“What do I get out of this?”
I open my eyes, smiling as I catch her gaze. “You get me.”
A shadow falls over her eyes and I feel a small knife in my chest.
“But it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Do you think Johnny would insist on a traditional wedding if it didn’t mean something? You’re wearing my ring. You’re living in my house.”
“Only until this investigation is over.”
“Which will take years.”
It’s like a hammer dropping on an anvil, loud and harsh. I try thinking of years of this: bitter resentment, fights, and frequent, hot sex.
Her body moves in my arms and suddenly I’m face-to-face with her. Her eyes are so blue.
“What am I, Jack? Am I some girl you get to fuck whenever you want? Am I a biker bitch?”
You’re my wife, I think automatically, but the words fail to sink in. She’s still one of them. No matter how many goddamn times I fuck her, she still belongs to that fucking rat-bastard MC. But I can’t summon up the rage when I look at her.
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