He pulls me flush against his chest, and I don’t even care that I’m getting blood in my hair as I sob against him.
Jett cups my cheeks and turns my face up to his. His lips slant over mine, his tongue pushing inside, coaxing, but he isn’t gentle. He’s Jett. He’s never been gentle, and that’s the way I love him.
I slide my hands—wet and tacky with blood—up his chest and neck to take his face between my palms. I open to him. I moan into his mouth and push my body against his. He skates his hands over my waist and cups my arse, and then he lifts me and deposits me on the counter, wedging himself between my legs.
Jett pulls the shirt over my head, leans down, and covers one pink, upturned nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. I cry out and slide my hand between us, unfastening the button on his jeans and delving inside to take his dick in my hands.
I stoke his length, and his low, licentious groan fills the small kitchen.
He grabs a fistful of my hair. Wrapping it around his wrist, he forces my head back, exposing my throat to his greedy mouth.
Jett trails a hand over my breasts and down my body. He pushes up my skirt, yanks the seam of my opaque tights and tears them open. He shoves my panties aside and he plunges two fingers in deep. Then he adds another. It’s too much—too hot, too hard, too full. I rock my hips to meet his hands. Oh God. He fucks me mercilessly with his fingers, pulling all the way out before shoving back inside. It’s brutal, it’s delicious, and it’s going to make me come. Butterflies swarm my stomach. Heat spreads low in my core as his wicked hands bring me closer and closer to the edge. I pant as I rock back and forth in time with his thrusts.
Jett yanks his hands from my body and plunges his fingers in my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. “You see how fucking wet you are for me, Angel? Your juicy little pussy fuckin’ loves me.”
Smug bastard. He’s right though. I am always wet for him. Being in the same room as him doesn’t just affect my heart, but my body too.
He removes his fingers from my mouth and takes his dick in his hands.
“I love you,” I whisper as he slides inside. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I know.” A playful smile twists his beautiful mouth. “Love you too, darlin’. More than I think you understand.”
He leans forward, taking hold of my ankle and sliding it over his shoulder as he pounds into me. It’s awkward in here surrounded by the cabinets and tiny kitchen bench, but within seconds the heat builds within me with every thrust and I come undone. I clench around him, milking his cock.
“Fuck, darlin’. I have missed this sweet little cunt.”
Jett’s own orgasm takes him over the edge. He wrenches free from me and pumps his cock tightly in his fist, groaning as hot come shoots out of him onto my slick pussy.
Our breaths are laboured in the quiet apartment. Sweat beads between my breasts as regret and indecision slam into me. My legs are still wrapped around his hips, but I unhook them as I struggle to right myself in the awkward space.
“Hey, where you goin’?”
“To clean up.”
“Really? ’Cause it looks like you’re runnin’.” Jett holds my gaze. His blue eyes beg me to stay, imploring me to listen. I shake my head, and he grabs several of the subway napkins and cleans his come from my body and throws them in the sink. “Now you’re clean. Talk.”
I glance at the wound on his chest and then down at the blood still staining my hands. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
His eyes narrow as he takes in my face. “Bullshit. You just told me you loved me.”
“Yeah, and nothing’s changed.” I push him back and climb off the counter. My tights are in tatters, and I step out of them and throw them, too, in the sink before straightening my skirt. “You’re still the president of a motorcycle club—”
“You want my fuckin’ patch? It’s yours. I’d hand over the gavel in a split fuckin’ second to keep you happy, but I’m not ever gonna be done lovin’ you. And deep down, you know the same is true when it comes to me. We’re not done because we can’t be. You and I belong together. We need each other, and it’s ’bout fuckin’ time you got on board with it.”
“I don’t want you to give up your club for me.”
“Then what do you want? Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
I want him, but could I live with the fact that he isn’t always a good man, that his brotherhood comes first, and that there’s no way I won’t be swept up in it? I don’t know. Loving a biker is never going to be easy—it’s never going to be sunshine and roses all the time, but then, neither was my marriage to Joshua.
I have a man who loves me, who’ll sacrifice everything for me. Maybe love alone won’t be enough to survive the odds stacked against us, but maybe it will. We won’t know until we try.
“I want a sandwich.”
Jett’s brows shoot skyward. “You want a fuckin’ sandwich?”
I nod. “And tequila.”
He closes his eyes and gives an infinitesimal shake of his head.
“And I want you, Jetthro. I want you ... forever.”
His eyes spring open and he studies my face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I step toward him, but before I can get closer, I’m swept up in his arms and over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to bed, Angel.” He smacks my arse, hard. “We got a shitload of time to make up for.”
I giggle and rub at my tender rump. When we make it to the bedroom, there’s a bed already made, and Jett tosses me onto it, climbing on top and wedging himself between my sticky thighs. He cradles my head with his forearms and kisses me until my head spins, and I can no longer breathe.
“I wasn’t kidding about that sandwich, you know?”
His deep laugh resonates through his chest and mine. “Later, darlin’. You can have all the goddamn sandwiches you like. Right now, you’re about to get thoroughly fucked.”
EPILOGUE
JETT
I STAND AT THE END of our makeshift altar under an arch of little white flowers that smell to me like they’re too fucking sweet. Fifty of our nearest and dearest club brothers, old ladies, and their families surround us. I never thought I’d be wearing a suit—or as close to a suit as a biker ever gets—and getting ready to say I do.
Hell, I never even wanted to get married a first time, but I was getting ready to go away for a good long while and I didn’t want Mia out in the world on her own without the protection of my last name. Now it’s all different, because the woman walking toward me is not only the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but she’s my soul mate. I never believed in any of that shit until her.
Music starts to play, and I can’t take my eyes off the love of my life. Her belly is swollen with my kid, her hair is out, falling over her shoulders in fat curls that I long to sink my fingers into, and her white gown trails across the ground. She looks perfect—she is perfect.
Winston—the surly English bulldog belonging to the old biddy who’d saved her life—waddles in front of her, with a big bow tied around his wrinkled neck. It took me two months to find that bloody dog, and I’d scoured every goddamn pound and shelter between the clubhouse and Penrith to bring him home to her.
Dylan walks beside her, holding onto Raine’s hand for dear life. My bride-to-be moved him in with us around the same time I found the mutt, and the both of them are seriously encroaching on my snuggle time. The kid doesn’t say a word, he won’t even look at me, but every time I see those pale green eyes, I’m reminded of what I did that night—of who I became in my rage and grief—and I vow never to be that man again.
Raine’s eyes meet mine, and a smile lights her face. She floats down the aisle toward me and all I can do is wait and watch as she gets closer, and every thought I’ve ever had of another woman is erased. I can’t wait all day, and this aisle is too fucking long, so I start walking to her and then I catch her up in a huge hug. Everyone laughs, because appar
ently, it’s funny as fuck that I’m an impatient bastard.
“You’re supposed to wait for me to come to you.”
“Babe, when it comes to you, I’m done waitin’.”
We turn to Kick—our newly ordained minister—who’s got a fucking smug smile on his face that I wanna wipe clean off. “Dearly beloved.”
“You gonna draw this out, arsehole?”
“I just might, Prez.” He grins and addresses Raine, “You look like a million bucks, babe.”
I clear my throat.
“Oh, you too, Prez. If I weren’t taken, I’d do you both.”
I’m seething, but everyone laughs as if Kick’s a fucking regular stand-up comic. “Get on with it before I shove her bouquet up your arse.”
“Sure thing, Prez.”
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to unite Raine Cole and Prez Jetthro King in holy matrimony.”
Kick says a bunch of other stuff that I want to beat his head in for, but I just grit my teeth and pray like hell he gets to the part where I get to kiss my old lady soon.
“If anyone should object to this un—”
“Nope, we’re skipping over this bit,” I say. Grim hasn’t made an appearance today—I haven’t seen him since I handed over his nomad patch last week—but I wouldn’t put it past the bastard to show up now and ruin everything. Maybe he knows he’d be one fucking dead nomad if he did.
Raine laughs, and I grin at my bride and quickly realise I’m fucked, because if she doesn’t say ‘I do’ today, or if she ever leaves me again, I won’t survive it.
“Right,” Kick says. “Okay then. Um ... rings?”
I glance at Tank. We didn’t bother with bridesmaids and groomsmen, but I did ask Tank to hold Raine’s ring for me. I don’t trust any of these other bastards. I narrow my eyes on my VP. He’s feeling around inside his cut, but he comes up empty.
“Tank, tell me you didn’t lose my bride’s wedding ring?”
“Of course I fuckin’ didn’t.” He crouches down to the dog and takes the rings off a froufrou pillow attached to Winston’s collar, then he hands me the ring in question and grins.
Tank, my VP, the man I call when I need some motherfucker dead is making jokes now? Christ, what happened to my club?
“You were this close to sending me to jail on my wedding day.”
“Nah, we’d never do that to you, Prez.”
“More like I could never kill you,” I mutter under my breath.
“That too.” He winks and presses the ring into my palm.
“Smarmy bastard.” I turn back to my bride.
“Repeat after me,” Kick says.
I wave him off because I already know exactly what to say. I’ve been practicing in my head since I put that fucking rock on her finger. “Angel, I, Jetthro King, promise to love you more than my club, more than my brothers, more than my leathers, and I promise to ride you as hard and as much as my bike.”
The guests cheer, but they’re all but forgotten when Raine grins at me.
“Raine,” Kick says. “You wanna fly solo too? Or can I do my fuckin’ job here?”
“Sorry, Kick, but I’m gonna wing this one.”
“Of course you are.” Kick pulls a flask from his cut, unscrews the cap, and takes a hearty swig.
“Jetthro, I, Raine Cole, promise to love and cherish you. I promise to remember the importance of trust when you come home from the clubhouse reeking of liquor. I promise to welcome you home with a kiss, to never go to bed angry, to raise your children right with love, patience, and acceptance.” Her wicked grin sends a bolt of need right to my dick. “And I vow to ride only you for the rest of our lives.”
I laugh as she squeezes my hands, and her blue eyes twinkle in the afternoon light. I wanna fuck her so bad that I don’t even care we have an audience. I grab her face in my hands and kiss her, hard.
“Hey, hey, hey. You’re not supposed to kiss her yet,” Kick complains, getting all up in our shit, and I shove his head away while I continue kissing my woman. “Fine. By the power vested in me from some stupid-arse government official, I now pronounce you biker and old lady. Kiss your fuckin’ bride.”
I slide my tongue deeper into her mouth, pull her body closer, and relish kissing my woman because there was a time when I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to again. Now, I got a rock on her finger, another baby in her belly, and I’m never letting go.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
TO MY DARLING NON-HUSBAND Ben, I love you. Thank you for your unconditional support.
Ava Rose and Ari Danger, I love you more than the sun, and more than the stars, and more than the moon, and more than Mars, and way more than ... chickens! You guys make our lives complete. Don’t ever change.
To my gorgeous family, I love you.
To my beautiful beta readers: Kristina Zolnar, Ali Hymer, and Anne Dawson. I think it says a lot that I don’t make a move on a book until the three of you beauties have had a chance to give me your feedback. That’s how much I trust and value all of your opinions. Thank you! I appreciate you all so much. I’m truly honoured that you read for me time and again, but more than that, I’m blessed to call all three of you my friends.
Anna and Lauren from Creating Ink, thank you for being a super awesome editing team who both just get it. I’m forever grateful for your thoughtfulness, your input, and your brilliant story and grammar saves.
To the ridiculously talented Ben from Tall Story Designs, I’m totally convinced you’re a cyborg. Your eye for detail is ridiculous. So is my love for you. ;)
And finally, THANK YOU to the readers! You are always so patient. I promise the next Savage Saints MC instalment will not be another four years in the making. I hope you loved Jett and Raine’s story as much as I do, and it’s okay if you hate me a little bit too. This book was so challenging to write, but I hope you see the beauty in it too.
Thank you for all your love and support. It means the world to me!
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