10. Rowan

10

ROWAN

“ I t’s still a work in progress, but we’ve done a ton of work since buying the place,” Jett tells me as we walk through the Deviant Souls’ clubhouse. He has an arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me tucked into his side.

“Are there any projects you’ve helped out with?” I ask, trying to distract myself from the conversation I’m about to have with a bunch of big, burly bikers.

“Of course. I helped install those booths on the back wall.”

“So you’re telling me to avoid those, got it,” I tease, looking up at Jett. He grins down at me and nudges me with his hip.

He’s about to say something witty in response, but then Domino walks into the room. I know him from Gracie May’s, as well as a few other guys. Domino is the president of the club and that’s about all I’ve been able to gather.

Domino tips his head toward the back of the large room where there’s a hallway. I assume there are more private rooms back there.

By the time we enter the smaller conference-style room, my hands are clammy and my breathing is a bit shaky, along with the rest of me.

“I’m right here,” Jett whispers, the hand around my waist tightening slightly.

I nod, then look around the room where three other men besides Domino are sitting, waiting for me. Talk about anxiety-inducing situations.

“Rowan,” Domino says, addressing me. “Jett tells me you have some important information you’d like to share.”

“Yes, Mr. President,” I say, fighting the urge to bow or courtesy or something.

A few of the guys chuckle, making me feel stupid. Domino smiles, which softens the hard lines on his face. Jett growls at the other men, silencing them.

“You can call me Domino,” he says, motioning for me to sit down. Jett scoots a chair right next to mine and we get settled in. “Now, we’re all grateful for your willingness to offer up sensitive information. We don’t take that lightly. I can already sense that Jett is going to protect you from every damn thing, but now you have the rest of the club officially behind you as well.”

“Th-thank you,” I stutter out.

Jett rests his arm around my shoulders and leans in to whisper in my ear. “You got this,” he encourages. “I’m right here.”

“My father has always been… prone to violence and mood swings,” I begin, wringing my hands together in my lap. Jett places his much larger hand over both of mine, silently reassuring me I have nothing to worry about. “He’s always skirted the law and at times, outright broke laws. I wasn’t surprised when he chose to join some kind of gang a few months ago. He’d been hanging around a new group of associates, as he called them. These men were different from the petty criminals he usually hung around. I don’t know how to explain it. They were… hardened. Soulless. Monsters who only looked after themselves. That must be a requirement to join Hell’s Scoundrels.”

Jett grunts while Domino nods. The Prez leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He’s invested, I can tell.

“For my father’s initiation into the MC, he had to…” I inhale deeply and then exhale before continuing. “He had to kill someone. I stumbled upon the crime scene by accident and have been running ever since.”

“Jesus Christ,” Domino grits out. The other men around the room grunt and swear under their breaths. “Can you describe the people you saw that night? Your father, a few other members, and the man who was murdered… any details or information you have would be a huge help.”

One of the guys pulls out a laptop. I think I remember him from the diner as Diesel. He types away while I give the physical descriptions of each man, pausing to collect myself before talking about the broken body of the victim.

Thirty minutes later, I’ve given the guys names, addresses, descriptions, and everything I know about Hell’s Scoundrels from my short interactions with them. Domino confirmed there are multiple chapters of Hell’s Scoundrels around the country. From the information I offered, he was able to track down which branch my father joined. He also let everyone know my father’s particular chapter of Hell’s Scoundrels has been looking to recruit members along one of the major drug routes through Texas. That’s why they accepted the former Prez and ex-Deviant Souls members so easily.

“Thank you, Rowan,” Domino says, standing up and offering his hand. I stand up as well, shaking his hand and nodding my head. “We will use your testimony and the information you gave us to bring these fuckers down for good.”

Jett is right behind me, his hand curling around my hip as he draws me to his side. “Goddamn right we will,” he agrees.

With that, my man turns and whisks us out of the conference room, each step away from his MC brothers more urgent than the last.

“Where are we going?” I whisper.

“Somewhere more private,” comes his response.

“Oh. Okay, then,” I reply, making Jett chuckle a bit. The urgency isn’t because we’re running from something or in trouble. No, it’s because Jett needs me. God, I need him, too. After reliving everything again and telling my story to Domino and the other men, all I want is to be connected to Jett in every way possible. I want him to consume me and make me forget all about the past.

Jett is impatient, lifting me up in his arms as he races outside, toward a row of apartments I didn’t notice before. He kicks open one of the doors and sets me down, spinning me around so I have to brace myself against the wall. He flips up my skirt and has my panties down around my ankles in half a second, and then I hear his zipper come down.

“God, angel,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, rumbling out of his throat in the most delicious way. Jett grips my ass, a hand on each cheek, prying me apart and sliding his dick through my folds. “This tight ass…your fucking gorgeous body…” His hands slip around to my front, snaking up my shirt so he can grab my breasts and knead them. “Love every inch of you,” he murmurs into the back of my neck, bending over and covering my back with his front.

I moan at his confession and push back into him, urging him on. “Get inside me, please,” I gasp, the need for him literally making it hard to breathe.

“When you ask so nicely…” he grits out.

Jett gives me a few more torturous strokes before slamming that fat cock inside me in one hard thrust. His hand covers my mouth just in time to catch my scream.

“Goddamn… Fuck, Rowan, I know I should be more gentle with you.” He holds himself still, his words laced with both pain and need.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I grip the hand he has over my mouth and slide it down to my throat. “I want it rough,” I whisper. “Fuck me, Jett. Fuck me so hard.”

Jett pulls almost all the way out and then roars, spearing me with his cock and tearing me in two as he squeezes my neck. I come instantly, choking on my orgasm.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls, pounding into me over and over. He hits me deeper and deeper each time, spreading me wide open and molding my pussy to fit around his massive dick.

Jett tangles his fingers in my hair and rips my head to the side so he can attack my mouth. I bite his lips and suck his tongue inside of my mouth, needing more of him. All of him. We fuck like that, frenzied and frantic like we need this to survive. I think we just might.

My body tenses and locks up, preparing for another powerful release. I tear my mouth away from his and bite my lips to keep from crying out. I slam my eyes shut and push back into him, once, twice, three times, and then my cunt snaps around him so tightly it almost hurts, but in the best way.

He loops an arm under my hips, holding me upright as my knees give out. He presses his body against mine, crushing me against the wall and fucking me furiously. I keep coming, each rough stroke seemingly sending me higher, pushing me deeper into my pleasure until I'm completely lost in bright light and pure bliss.

I feel Jett explode inside of me, biting down on my shoulder as he comes in powerful waves, again and again, more and more of his release shooting into me until I feel it drip down my thighs.

I’m sweating and shaking, unable to stand on my own when Jett finally pulls out of me.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, spinning me around and holding me close. “I’ve never come so hard. You’re incredible. Are you okay? I know you said you wanted it rough, but God… Did I hurt you?”

He peels me off his chest and tips my head up. I can hardly breathe, let alone form words. “I’m good,” I say, my words slightly slurred.

He chuckles and then tucks himself back into his pants before kneeling down in front of me. “You’re a mess, angel,” he muses, staring right at my drenched pussy.

“It’s your fault,” I tease, though I’m still breathless.

“I guess I’ll have to clean it up.”

“Wha—"

Before I can even get the word out, Jett laps at my pussy, licking up both of our releases. It’s so dirty, so completely filthy…and incredibly hot. I grind my cunt against his face and moan when he squeezes my ass in a bruising grip.

My shaky hands find his head and I pull at his hair, needing to hold on to something to anchor me. I feel his mouth every-fucking-where, lips sucking on my clit, teeth nipping at my folds, tongue thrusting in and out of me, demanding my pleasure, and pulling another orgasm to the surface.

I feel it, right there, so close, almost, right there, right there…

“Jett!” I cry out, not even caring who hears me anymore. The tension breaks all over my body as violent spasms grip my muscles and wring my orgasm from the very depths of me.

“That’s it, angel, come all over my tongue,” he grunts, licking me from top to bottom.

“Too… much…” I whimper, tugging at his hair.

With one last long lick of my pussy, he tears his mouth away from me and rests his forehead on my stomach, breathing almost as heavily as I am. I hold him close, overwhelmed with the intimacy of being taken so thoroughly so roughly, and yet so lovingly. I love him. I love Jett so much it hurts.

“You okay?” he asks once he’s recovered a bit. Jett stands and helps me get myself put back together.

“Yeah,” I croak out. “Just… whew,” I say instead of confessing my love to him. Jett grins and wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head.

“I know. Let’s go home and get cleaned up, okay? You’ve had a long day.”

I nod, taking his hand in mine. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m going to be okay. More than okay. I might actually be… happy.