“She’s not yours, Pal. She’s her own woman with her own mind.” It’s Moira again. Why can’t she butt out? Why is she pushing the prospect and Jay together? “Mo, I know you mean well, but this is between Jay and me.”
“I’m looking out for her. Just like I promised her sister,” she explains. Her eyes challenging.
I hadn’t noticed, but the room’s gone quiet as our voices have got louder. Jay’s looking confused. She starts to stand; Runt pulls her back down. That’s enough for me. I start to move forward; my progress is halted by a strong grip on my arm.
“What the fuck is going on here?” It’s the VP. As Runt opens his mouth, Demon shuts him down. “Not you, Prospect. Pal, explain.”
“Prospect’s got his hand on my woman.”
“Your woman? You’re claiming her?”
Jay’s eyes are wide open. She looks at me, then at Runt. Then at the hand that’s still on her fucking knee.
“I’m claimin’ her.” There’s no doubt in my mind. The sight of another man touching her has brought all my possessive instincts to the fore.
“He can’t fucking claim her,” Mo all but screeches. “She’s not seventeen yet.”
“Citizen fuckin’ rules, Mo.” Oh shit, Prez is involved now. “And claimin’ and fuckin’ are two different things. If they’re committin’ to each other, none of our fuckin’ business what goes on behind closed doors.”
“I’m not having it!”
“It’s what me and Jay…” Fuck! My hand goes to my cheek as the sound of the forceful slap that’s just landed echoes in the sudden silence. My fists clench, my muscles tense. But not only was it a bitch who slapped me, it was the Prez’s old lady. I can’t retaliate.
Moira’s sharp intake of breath makes me suspect she knows she’s gone too far. I look over her head to see Prez raising his chin, letting me know he’ll handle it. Me? I don’t trust myself to speak to either him, or her.
“Jay, come with me,” I turn to her instead, holding out my hand. “We’ve got things to talk about.”
“No…” Runt starts to protest.
Demon steps past me and up to him. “Prospect. You don’t question a member.”
“It’s up to the girl…”
He clearly doesn’t know when to shut up. Despite his mother’s views, Demon appears to be on my side.
“On thin ice, there, Prospect,” VP snarls out. “Now let the girl go.”
At last, Runt lifts his hand away. Jay stands, comes slowly over to me. Her beautiful eyes on me the whole time.
“Pal?” she says, hesitantly, wincing a little as her eyes focus on my cheek where I suspect a reddening handprint is appearing.
“We’ll talk in private.” I place my hand at the small of her back, and lead her to the stairs, feeling Moira’s glare burning into my back every step.
I’d forgotten to lock my door again. There, in the middle of the bed, is Bitch. Her presence breaks some of the tension between us. Jay steps quickly across the room, ignoring my sharp warning about staying away from her claws, and sits beside the cat, lifting her into her arms. The fucking cat purrs. Me? I’d have got scratched.
Using the cat as armour, Jay nuzzles its fur, then looks at me. “What the hell was all that about, Pal?”
I pace toward the bed, stopping just short as Bitch is watching me with her calculating green eyes. “I got jealous when you were talking to Runt, okay? He was pushing my buttons. He shouldn’t have put his hand on your fuckin’ leg.”
“I didn’t really notice. He was just being friendly. Asking what I thought of the club and how different it was from Tucson.”
“Friendly? He’s a man, Jay. And you’re an attractive woman.” I sweep back my hair in exasperation.
She peers up through her eyelashes. “You think I’m attractive?”
“Of course I fuckin’ do.” Once more, I eye the cat. “Jay, please, put Bitch outside.”
“Why?”
Because I want to hold you. “Because she’s glaring daggers at me. It’s distracting.”
With a giggle, she stands, cat in her arms, walks to the door and puts the feline outside. With a better memory than mine, she locks the door behind it. Then turns. “Now what?”
I pace toward her, rest my hands on her shoulders, and lower my face. When my lips find hers, she responds. Her arms go around my back. Unlike the kiss earlier, it’s me taking charge, taking control. Moving one hand so it’s around the back of her head, I hold her to me. If she makes the slightest move to pull away, I’d stop, but she doesn’t.
I’m learning her, she’s learning me. Our tongues mate together, teeth smash, we back off, angle our heads better. The taste of her I could get drunk on. She’s perfect.
At last I pull back, resting my forehead against hers. “Lost it when Runt was pushing me, Jay. Made me realise, if I don’t make a stand, anyone here could try and take you from me. Wanted, needed, to claim you. Make those fuckers understand you’re mine. Put you off limits.”
My cock’s hard, throbbing. I press closer to her, knowing she can feel it when she gives a small gasp.
“Pal, I…”
“I know you’re not ready, Jay. I’ll wait until you are. But I need to know if it’s worth waiting. If it’s not, tell me now. Fuck knows, it will kill me to watch you with anyone else. But if that’s what’s going to happen, if I’ve not got a chance, tell me now, please, Jay.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” she says softly.
The words I want to hear. But I can’t forget what happened downstairs, nor how Moira had me sent to the strip club last night. Something’s happening that I don’t know about. “What’s Moira got to do with this, Jay? What’s she been saying to you?”
It’s her who takes the lead. Holding my hand, she leads me to the bed and sits, When I lower myself down beside her, she draws one leg up under her, sitting sideways to face me. My hand still in hers, she looks down at it, entwining her fingers with mine.
“I don’t know what’s got into Moira. Ever since I’ve been here she’s been making me question what I feel for you.”
I can’t suppress my snarl. “What the fuck has it got to do with her?”
“She seems to have it in her head that you’re going to force me…”
“She thinks I’m going to rape you? For fuck’s safe.”
“No,” she says quickly. “She just thinks you’ll pressure me. That I’m too young to know my mind, that I should explore my options…”
“Explore your fuckin’ options? Is that what you were doing with Runt? You got the hots for him, Jay?”
“You asked, Pal. Now you’re not letting me explain.” Her calm words, in response to my burst of anger, make me take a deep breath. “We’ve known each other for ages, have never been allowed to be more than friends. We, everyone, expects us to take the next step, eventually. I don’t know how to go from being what we are, to getting physical. Moira’s said you probably haven’t waited for me. That you’re a man, with needs. I need to know if that’s true. I need to trust you. Since I met you, since you promised me, Pal,” her voice grows shaky as though afraid of the answer, “have you ever been with anybody else?”
I close my eyes. If I move too fast, I might scare her. Move too slow, she might not think I care and I’ll lose her. Tell her the truth, she might run a mile. I realise I’ve got no option. I turn her hand over and hold it tight. “Jay, I haven’t been with club whores or anyone.”
Her lips press together, her eyes find mine and hold them. “Since when, Pal? Since we met? Since you said you’d wait? Or since we’ve been here?”
“Since ever,” I admit in a low voice. “I’ve never had sex.”
She looks at me sharply. “What?” Her tone is disbelieving.
“I’ve got no experience, Doll.” A few ideas. I might not have done it myself, but I’ve certainly been exposed and I’m not ignorant.
“You’re a virgin?” She sounds incredulous.
“Yeah.” I can’
t read if that’s a good or bad thing.
Her eyes grow big. As a tear slides from one, I can’t help myself, gently touching my forefinger to her cheek, I wipe it away.
“I’m not,” she admits.
I move fast. My hands holding her arms, I stare at her until she looks at me. “What did I tell you, Jay? That you might have had sex, but you’ve never been made love to. In all the important ways, you’ve never had a first time.”
“Neither have you?” she questions again.
“Neither have I.” I confirm.
When I thought about us taking the next step, when I’d allowed myself to imagine it, it had been me taking things slow, moving things on gently. Taking my time so as not to scare her. Waiting, I don’t know, until at least her seventeenth birthday, treating her like a queen, making her see how special she is to me.
What I never expected was for her to stand up, take a deep breath, then rip off her tee, and stand in front of me in her plain white bra. I’d seen her around the pool in a more revealing bikini, but something about the innocence of the garment she’s wearing goes straight to my fucking cock which swells almost unbearably, as I feast my eyes.
“Jay.” I can only say her name, completely lost for words. It’s an invitation, pure and simple. My head shakes side to side, my whole body’s trembling in anticipation.
Moving fast, as though wanting to complete the action before she can regret it, she takes off her jeans.
“Jay, for fuck’s sake.” My heart’s pounding. I can’t take breath into my lungs.
Seeing my chest heaving, she misinterprets my non-verbal communication. “You don’t want me?”
I stand, our bodies inches apart. “Fuck, Doll. I want you more than I want my next fuckin’ breath.” My hands itch to reach out and take her. My brain says it’s too soon. Too fast. My own fear of doing the wrong thing coming between us. “Doll, why did you get undressed?”
“To force a reaction from you, Pal. You’re always the gentleman. Never touching, never taking advantage. Never giving me an indication that it’s me you really want. I wanted to see what you’d do.”
I grab hold of her hand, place it on my cock. “Is this reaction enough for you, Doll? One chance to get dressed. You don’t? I’m going to be taking this for a test ride very soon.”
Fuck me, she giggles. I move my hand away, hers stays on my throbbing, aching cock, squeezing it gently, exploring it, making me hiss. “Test ride? Trust a biker to describe it like that.”
Maybe not the best terminology, but I chuckle back. “Just hope you’re going to decide to buy afterwards.”
Her hands go to the bottom of my own tee. I help her, sliding out of my cut and grabbing the back of my shirt behind my neck. Once my top half is naked, her hands land on my pecs, her fingers exploring my small nipples. Again, air whistles in through my teeth.
“Fair’s fair,” I say softly, as I reach behind her to undo her bra.
She giggles again, putting her hands on the front clasp of her bra and undoing it herself. “Guess you’re kinda proving you don’t have experience.”
“I know enough what to do,” I threaten, remembering a bizarre conversation around the table in Tucson. Can’t remember who said it, but it sounds apt. “Part A,” I touch her hand over my cock, “Goes into slot B,” I touch her, fuck me, damp panties.
“That’s all there is to it?” She chuckles, but her eyes flash in challenge. Her breathing has sped up; her face is flushed. Could be because I’ve now moved my hands and am playing with those gorgeous tits. Pinching her nipples slightly between my fingers and thumbs. The first time in my life I’ve had an almost naked female that’s mine to do what I want with.
Her hands move to my jeans. She undoes the button, then the zipper.
“Careful.” I place my hand over hers and take over. I’ve gone commando, don’t want any accidents with those zipper teeth.
Once I’m free, she’s in charge again, pushing my jeans over my hips, sinking to her knees as she eases them down. Her teeth nibble her lips, perplexed as she meets my boots. Then, as though solving a puzzle, she taps my leg, indicating I’m to lift it so she can get my boot, sock and jean leg off. She then does the same to the other.
I expect her to stand up, she doesn’t. Instead she leans forward, her nose inhaling the musky scent of my balls, then she runs her tongue up my shaft. When she closes her mouth around the head, I almost lose it. Taking hold of her hair, I pull her gently back.
“On a hair-trigger, here, Doll.”
With my encouragement, she stands. It’s my turn to sink to my knees, sliding her panties down her legs. This time it’s me taking the opportunity to inhale her perfume. I’ve smelt her feminine musk before, but not up close. In full strength, it’s intoxicating. Using my hands on her hips, I back her up until her knees hit the bed, then a slight pressure on her stomach has her moving backward.
She’s lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. A slight resistance, then she’s opening herself to me, letting me see everything in all its glory.
I breathe in sharply. “Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
She chuckles. “You’ve got nothing to compare it to.”
I lean in closer. “Porn, Doll. Porn.”
I’m not sure if her gasp is a reflection on my reading and viewing material, or down to the fact I’ve just licked her, delving into her slit and licking up her cream. Wow, her taste. Best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue in my life. “You’ll have to tell me what you like, Doll. I’m just experimenting down here.”
Another sharp intake of breath, then, “Just keep on doing what you’re doing, Pal. Oh, God, yeah. I like that.”
“How about this?” Closing my lips around her clit, I suck, then rotate my tongue in little circles. The music of her groans, sighs and little moans fill my ears. Right now I feel like the most powerful, luckiest guy in the world.
“Pal!” Guess I’m doing something right. While I continue to lick, suck and blow on that nub of nerves, I ease a finger inside her. Fuck. She’s tight. Hardly seems my cock will fit in there. Trying to get my brain to focus on two things at once, I add another finger, curling it around, trying to find that soft spongy spot I’d heard about. Well, some men can’t seem to find it all their lives, probably be too lucky to hope…
“Pal! Oh my God! Pal.” Christ. If she gets much louder the whole clubhouse will hear. And who am I to give a fuck?
Her feet have lifted off the ground, her strong thigh muscles clutching at my head, her hands are grasping the covers tightly. Suddenly she goes rigid, sucks in a deep breath then screams again.
I feel the walls of her cunt rhythmically clutching at my fingers. I continue to suck, gentling my mouth, until her hand comes to my head. “Stop, it’s too much.”
I pull away, shifting myself so I can lift her legs onto the bed, then I lie on top of her. Taking a risk, I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her, tentatively, in case she doesn’t like the taste of herself on her mouth.
Her eyes widen in surprise, I can see doubt flashing across her eyes, then she’s kissing me back, her hands coming up and holding my head to her.
After a moment, I pull back, checking that she’s doing alright.
“Pal, that was, that was… I never dreamed.”
I feel relieved. Proud as fuck of the first orgasm I’ve ever given to a woman. Can only get better from here, can’t it? As I learn what she likes.
“Don’t have to do any more, babe.” I nuzzle her cheek.
“But I want you. The way I always wanted you,” she admits. “I thought I’d be worried, scared. But I’m not. I want more.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so tight.” I growl. That’s the last thing I want.
“You won’t.” It’s her who’s reassuring me. “We’ll fit.”
She lifts her knees in invitation, flopping her hips open. I’m hanging on by a thread. “Doll, I’m not going to last long.” It’s my first time. Christ, why didn’t I t
hink to practice for the big game and jerk off in the shower first? What a fucking disappointment I’ll be.
“It doesn’t matter.” As I stare down into her eyes, I see emotion shining out. A reassurance, a promise, a lack of judgement. “I just want to feel you inside me.”
Who am I to argue? I go to position myself, my rock hard cock nudging at her entrance then… Oh fuck. What am I thinking? “Jay, darlin’. I haven’t got a fuckin’ condom.”
Before temptation can tease either of us anymore, I roll off her, falling to my back, taking my unruly dick in my hand trying to calm it. He’s just been the closest he’s ever come to his rightful place, now I’ve had to deny him.
She leans up on one elbow, her other hand batting mine away from my dick, taking its place, starting slow, gentle sliding movements. Covering her fingers with my own, I squeeze them tighter, showing her the action I like. It doesn’t take long. Soon I’m gasping, as white ribbons of cum decorate my stomach.
Fuck me. She’s reaching out her finger, scooping up a few drops, bringing them to her mouth and tasting them.
While my breathing returns to normal, I can’t help but laugh at the expression of distaste on her face. “Guess you’re not going to want to swallow.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Moira
I can’t remember Hellfire ever looking so angry. In thirty-six years he’s never raised his hand to me, so I don’t have any fears he’s going to start now. But the way his body’s vibrating suggests I’ll get a tongue lashing at least—and not the kind I got last night.
It’s telling, that as Hell directs me into his office, Demon’s following close behind. A good son trying to protect his mother. Well that’s what I think until we get inside. All three of us stay standing. Demon has his back to the door.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Mom?” It’s only now that I notice Demon’s furious. “You do not speak to a member, any member, the way you just spoke to Paladin. Doesn’t matter whether you like them or not.”
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