by Jordan Marie
“Jax…am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing amazing, baby. Tell me how you feel?”
“I’m so…full.”
“I know sweetheart, but does it feel good?”
“Yes…you’re…you’re inside of me Jax,” she says, almost reverently. Her innocence makes me smile. I’m barely inside of her, but I know if I don’t take over this will end way too soon. I hold my hands on her hips and pull her down slowly. I don’t stop until the head of my cock is pushing against the proof of her innocence. I feel it, keeping what I want most in this world away from me. I stop and close my eyes trying to gain my sanity here.
“Jax?” she questions, and I can feel her trying to squirm in my hold. Am I already hurting her?
“I need you to play with your tits, Bree. Rub them like I do, and pull on your nipples,” I instruct her and the crimson color on her cheeks deepen somehow. I watch as she shyly reaches up to do as I ask. I’m dying to have my mouth on them, but right now I can only concentrate on getting inside of her without hurting her too badly. Causing her pain, might kill me. “That’s it. Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, brokenly.
“Good. Now I’m going to show you how I need you to ride me. Follow my lead okay, sweetheart,” I tell her, wondering if I shouldn’t get sainthood for this shit. Any other woman but Bree and I’d just plow straight through, and worry about it later. But this is Bree. I use my hold on her hips to show her what I need. Soon she’s following. She’s so fucking hot…slick. It’s like heaven and hell combined for me. Hell because I’m having to hold back.
Her hands come down to my shoulders and she braces herself, riding my cock hard now. I can feel her orgasm begin. She’s about to skyrocket. It’s now or never. “Bree. I need you to open your eyes and look at me,” I tell her. “Look at your man,” I growl when she fails to do as I ask. Her eyes open quickly then, and the pleasure I see there robs me of my breath.
“My man,” she whispers, and I swear to fucking God that I feel those words all the way in my soul.
“I’m going to take you now, sweetheart. It’s going to hurt, but I need you to keep your eyes on me at all times, and don’t try to fight me.”
“O…Okay,” she whispers, but I feel her body tense.
“No, baby. Don’t tense up. I swear with everything I am, I’m going to make this good for you. That’s it, baby doll. Just relax that beautiful body of yours and let Daddy inside.” I hadn’t meant to say it like that. I can tell by her eyes that she’s not entirely sure about that nickname yet. But, being inside of her, I can feel the way her muscles contract when I say it. She might be unsure, but her body fucking loves it. She was made for me. I do a couple slow glides, then speed her up. My eyes watch her face, but get distracted by the way her tits bounce up and down the nipples hard, puckered and reaching out to me. My mouth waters.
“God this feels so good, Jax. I’m going to come. I’m going to…” she breaks off with a slow whine, and I can feel her climax roll through her. It’s now or never because she’s taking me with her either way.
I know my hold on her hips is bruising, but I can’t give a fuck. I’m too far gone. I slam her down on me, and the veil of her virginity gives way with a cry from her lips. I hold her down on me and wait, as much as it kills me.
“Shh…it’s okay now baby. It’s okay. I’m deep inside of you. Do you feel me?” I ask her.
“Yes, I feel you. It…it kind of hurts, Jax,” she confesses and these big tears are at the corner of her eyes. I feel those damn things deep. I reach up to kiss them away, unintentionally pushing deeper. She gasps, and I want to kick myself. I freeze curled up into her, but afraid to move.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll wait until—”
“That felt good…” she says, her voice full of soft wonder. If I were a religious man, right now is when I’d be praising my maker.
“That’s it,” I tell her when she starts moving, and the orgasm she started begins to take over again, pushing through her at the speed of light. She’s riding my cock hard, squeezing so tight I’m surprised she hasn’t broken him. I can feel my cum begin to push. I’m going to explode and when I do, I want to make sure she is with me. I reach down petting her clit with my thumb, and that’s all it takes. She screams out my name and comes all over my dick. Her head is thrown back and her nails bite into my shoulders. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my fucking life. Her greedy little pussy has latched onto my cock taking everything I have to give it, and just like that, I’m a goner. My cum jets out so hard I know my balls will be sore for a fucking month.
“I feel you, Jax. I feel you,” Bree moans like it’s something awe-inspiring and maybe it is. Being with her like this is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. Mine.
“Mine,” I growl out loud as I empty inside of her. “You’re mine, Bree,” I grit, my voice sounding more animal than man. Even after it’s done, I don’t let go of her, I pull her down to me and kiss her, trying to tell her without words what I’m feeling. When we break apart, she wraps her warm body around me, lying on top of me, her hand tangling into the hair on my chest as she lays her head on my shoulder. I still stay inside her. If I can figure out how, I’m never leaving her body again. It’s that good, that vital.
“And you’re mine,” she whispers, against my skin, placing a feather-light kiss over my heart. The pain there blossoms and explodes until it’s just heat where her lips were. As I feel her breaths even out, there’s only one thing I know for sure.
Bree owns me—body and soul.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Bree
“Is it ruined?” I whisper from behind him. Whisper, because after what we just shared, I’m unsure of myself and well, I did scream, so my voice is hoarse. I screamed. It’s a wonder the neighbors didn’t call the cops. Does Jax think I’m weird now?
“Where did you find food to fix?” he asks, looking at the pot roast.
“I went to the store.”
“So, you’ve been gone all day, even knowing I asked you to stay put. I should spank your ass Bree.”
“I’m not a child you can order, Jax. I went to the store, and then later, I was going to go rent a movie, because surprisingly enough I’m not interested in the misadventures of Muffy Diamond.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your porn collection. It’s not my thing. So, I wanted a movie.”
His eyes lock on me, heated…dangerous. “You went to the store.”
“You didn’t have any food here, and your place was dirty. I don’t mind staying here, but I wanted food. So, I went shopping. And I wanted to make your place seem more like a home, and not a dorm room. It’s not a big thing, and I wish you would quit bitching about it, because honestly, you’re worse than an old mother hen.”
“Old mother hen?”
I roll my eyes. “That’s what I said.”
“Do you know how many women I’ve let speak to me the way you do?”
“I shudder to think,” I gripe, not wanting to think of all of the women that have been in Jax’s life, and annoyed he would bring it up.
“Not one.”
“Whatever,” I sigh, turning around, I’m wearing his t-shirt and suddenly, I feel like I don’t have enough clothes on. I’ve made it across the living room almost home free when I feel that familiar arm snake around my waist. My head goes down in defeat. I don’t want to fight. Not now. Not after what we just shared. “Let me go, Jax,” I tell him, and I’m talking about more than just letting me go so I can go change.
“I’ve never let another woman talk to me the way you do, Bree,” he stresses.
“Great,” I mumble in his ear.
“Did you hear me, Bree? Not one.”
“I heard you. What do you want? A cookie?” I sass.
“Will you listen to me woman? I’m trying to tell you that I care about you!” he yells, and I jerk my head up to look at him.
“Yo
u what?”
“I care about you, Bree. I’m yelling, because the thought of something happening to you when I’m not around to take care of you scares the hell out of me.”
“I only went to the store, Jax,” I tell him. His words squeeze my heart and they add fuel to the hope I feel inside, but at the same time, I don’t understand why he is upset with me.
“Without me, Bree. Anything could have happened to you.”
“Women and men go to the store every day Jax. I’ve done it hundreds of times. I love cooking, and I know it might not sound cool, but…I like taking care of people. I want to take care of you.”
“Baby, I have a brother in a hospital room fighting for his life right now and another brother we can’t find. Tensions are high between my president and Pops. I don’t want to take the chance that you might get caught in the crossfire,” Jax says, pulling me into him. His hand cups the side of my neck, and he pulls me into him so that our foreheads rest against each other. “I can’t risk something happening to you, Bree.”
“Hardly anyone knows who I am, Jax. It’s not like I’m going to be caught up in some war.”
“The men in my world, Bree, are not nice. It might not make sense, but that’s the way it is. If you’re with me, you need to be aware of that and help me take care of you. Please?” his voice has softened.
“Did you just say please?”
He nuzzles my cheek. “I’m being serious here, woman.”
“If I say yes, will you feed me?”
“If you say yes, I’ll feed you.” He kisses my throat.
“Then yes,” I tell him with a smile.
“When you say yes like that,” he whispers against my neck. His hands gather his t-shirt up and whisks it off of me quickly.
“I thought we were going to eat.”
“We are. After…”
“After?”
“Definitely after,” he confirms, taking control of me, and laying me down on the floor.
“Thank God,” I giggle as his beard tickles against my breast.
“What?” he asks, his fingers finding my pussy, and gently brushing them against my tender skin.
“Thank God I ran the vacuum on this carpet earlier,” I gasp as his fingers push inside of me.
“Are you too sore? Does it hurt?”
“It feels amazing,” I whimper, squirming trying to get his fingers to go deeper, instead of the teasing brushing he’s giving me. “Jax. Quit toying with me. I need more.”
“Thank God, Bree.”
“What?” I ask, a little lost, my hips thrusting up trying to get him exactly where I want him.
“Thank God, you’re mine,” he grunts, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down quickly.
“I am. I’m yours Jax. All yours,” I vow to him, just as his cock slides into me. I’m more than a little sore. I might have lied to him, but not completely because he does feel amazing. He feels like I’m finally with the one person I was always meant to be with. My soulmate.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jax
“I can feed myself you know.” Bree laughs as I tear off another piece of pot roast, holding it to her mouth.
“I told you I’d feed you, and I will,” I tell her with a grin. What I don’t tell her is that feeding her is something that makes me happy.
“But you haven’t eaten yet,” she says once she swallows down the food.
“I’m eating now,” I argue with her, and to prove my point, I take a bite followed by licking my fingers.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone eat pot roast with their fingers.”
“I’m a talented man,” I tell her with a wink.
“That I can’t argue with,” she says blushing, but also wearing a big smile. She’s so happy, and knowing I made her that way makes me feel like I conquered the world; it helps ease some of the stress on my shoulders. “What’s that look?” she asks.
“Look? I was just thinking how beautiful you are.”
Her brows knit as she gives me a bullshit look. “Liar. What are you worried about? Are we going to have to talk about age again?”
“That talk would be a little late wouldn’t it baby?” I whisper, leaning down with more food, hypnotized as I watch her tongue wrap around the meaty morsel—which I’m sure she’s doing to tease me. It’s working.
“Then what caused that look?” she asks.
“I’m just worried about my brothers and what’s going to happen,” I confide in her.
“Listen, I know you said Skull was upset with Pops, but I don’t see Pops doing anything to Skull’s men—especially if it put him seeing his grandkids in jeopardy.”
“I know, they talked about that at the meeting I was at. You know the one, right? The one I went to while you were supposed to stay here and not leave?” In response she scrunches her nose up at me and sticks her tongue out. “Don’t flash that tongue unless you’re going to use it.”
“I could be persuaded,” she says wearing a sexy and devious smirk.
“Alright then.” I grin.
“After you explain what’s going on.”
My smile fades. “Bree. Club business…”
“Yeah, yeah. But, I need to know what’s going on.”
“Bree—”
Those beautiful eyes hold me hostage as she glares at me. “Don’t Bree me, Jax. You want me to stay here for the next week or two and not leave so I’m safe, then you better tell me why I need to be locked up behind your doors.”
I take a drink of milk, washing down my last bite. “How about because you’re supposed to be in Tennessee?”
She drops her fork—the one I’ve yet to let her use. “How about you quit stalling.”
“God help me. If you’re this stubborn now, what am I going to do when you get older?”
“You planning on keeping me around?” she asks, and she doesn’t bother keeping the hopefulness out of her voice.
“If I’m able,” I tell her honestly.
“I’ll make sure your walker is in good shape,” she jokes, mistakenly thinking I’m worried about our age still. I am a little, but only that she’ll grow bored with me. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen, even if it kills me. What she doesn’t realize is her grandfather will probably kill me when he finds out what I’ve done. Maybe it would have been different if I came to him first, but I kind of doubt it. She’s special and she was innocent. Someone that a dirty, used-up son of a bitch like me should have never touched. But, I did.
“I need to start spanking you more than just in the bedroom,” I grumble feeding her again. She squirms and knowing that just talking about it gets her going, makes my dick hard…well, harder. You would think after the workout he just got he’d be dead to the world. Not with Bree around.
“Get that look off your face now,” she sasses, wagging her finger at me.
“But—” I attempt to bite her dainty finger and she pulls it away.
“At least until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Like a dog with a bone…,” I sigh.
“Jax,” she warns.
I sigh. She’s got me so fuckin pussy whipped. “Okay. It goes no further though, Bree.”
“I’ll try not to tell my friend the four walls your secrets,” she grumbles.
I wipe my hands on the napkin lying beside the plate, trying to sort out my thoughts. I take another drink, getting my thoughts in order.
“Jax?” she prompts me.
“Tucker is in some trouble with his club, Bree.”
“Trouble?”
“The men that were there when your father was President, don’t like having Tucker trying to rule them. They think he’s past his prime and him leading the club can only lead to problems.” I lay it out as openly as I can.
“What does this have to do with your brothers getting hurt?”
“Tucker seems to think some of his own men sabotaged him.”
“His own men? Why?”
“To make him look w
eak to the other men and to other clubs.”
Her mouth hangs open, and if we weren’t in the middle of such a serious conversation, I’d be telling her how I’d put my dick in it. “Wow, and they thought this would work?”
“Bree, Skull has two men in trouble. Briar is fighting for his life. We have men out night and day trying to find Sabre. These are good men. Men with families who love them. Sabre has a little girl and his wife is a mess. It’s all Latch can do to console her.”
“Latch? Console?” she asks confused and really that’s not a story I want to get into. What if she likes the idea of having two men in her life? Sabre and Latch might be alright with sharing Annie, but no one is touching Bree but me. I’ll kill any asshole who tries.
“That’s a long story. But, the point is, had Skull retaliated first, war would have broken out, and trust me when I tell you that it doesn’t matter if Tucker is Beth’s dad. Skull would end him without a backwards glance if he’s the reason behind all of this shit.”
“So, what are they doing now?”
“Tucker wants Skull to take over the Saints.”
“Wow.” Her mouth forms into a perfect O.
I wipe my hand through my hair. “Yeah.”
“Is he going to?”
“Skull doesn’t want it. He has his own crew, and he has Beth and the babies.”
“So, what are they going to do?” She’s looking at me as if I have all the answers.
I wish I did.
“Torch is considering it, but he’s not really wanting the position either, and Skull needs him.”
Bree sulks. “What’s going to happen?” I know she’s concerned for Pops, but don’t know what more I could tell her really.
“I honestly don’t know, sweetheart. I think until we know what is going to happen with Briar and find Sabre, we’re at a standstill.”