13. Jett

13

JETT

I toss Rowan onto the bed and crawl over her, hungry and ready to devour every inch of her gorgeous, perfect body. Our bare skin rubs together, her breasts grazing against my chest as her thighs tremble against me.

She spreads her legs for me, wrapping them around my hips, urging me forward. Fuck, I want to take my time with her, lick her from head to toe, but right now I feel like I’m about to fucking lose it. I’ll try to go slow for her though. Especially after the injuries she sustained today.

“Ready?” I ask, holding myself up with a hand on either side of her head.

“Please, Jett,” she begs. Fuckin’ love when she needs me as much as I need her.

I inch my way into her perfectly tight pussy, dripping wet for me. She feels like fucking heaven and it takes super-human willpower not to jackhammer into her sweet, juicy cunt. Rowan digs her heels into my ass, pushing me deeper inside of her. I growl and tense my jaw. This woman is going to be the death of me.

“Fuck, Rowan, I’m trying to go slow, but you’re not making it easy.”

“I don’t want slow. Don’t hold back, I want to feel all of you.” She leans up and licks my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Then she bites down on my shoulder and I shake with the need to fuck her hard and dirty. As if answering all of my prayers, Rowan whispers, “Please fuck me, Jett. Make me come so hard I forget about every bad thing.”

"Goddamn, Rowan…" I pull out and slam my cock into her. She arches her back and her fingernails bite into my biceps. It hurts so fucking good, pain mixing with pleasure as I get lost in everything she has to offer.

"More, Jett, more!" She meets me thrust for thrust like she's trying to make her pussy suck me so far into her, we'll never separate. I wouldn't complain.

I pull out and sit back on my heels, guiding her legs over my shoulders. Without warning, I thrust into her, the new angle hitting her deep, bending her in half, taking me deeper inside her tight little cunt.

“Jesus Christ, beautiful. So fucking good,” I grunt as I pump in and out of her with fury, my nerves on fucking fire, the heat threatening to consume us both.

She pushes back into me when I thrust inside of her, and squeezes her pussy around me when I pull out. It’s the best feeling in the whole world. I can’t remember anything or anyone before her, before this moment.

“Ah, Rowan, Rowan, Rowan…” I chant over and over each time I bottom out.

I look down on my beautiful, sexy, strong goddess, her face in complete rapture. Her eyes snap open as if feeling the heat of my gaze. We stare at each other, shaking with anticipation of the pleasure building inside each of us. I angle my hips and she throws her head back as a wave of wetness coats my dick.

Fucking hell, I’ll never get enough of her.

I can tell she’s on edge, as am I. Our bodies are making obscene noises as our combined juices leak out of her pussy. The thought of making her messy, marking her, my dirty fucking angel, has my cock throbbing, aching, so fucking sensitive.

“Just like that, Jett, holy fuck, I’m…I-I’m about to…”

I piston in and out of her, watching her perfect tits bounce and her thighs jiggle with the force of my thrusts. “That’s it, fuck, I’m so close, I need you to come, make my dick messy with your honey.”

I’m teetering on the edge, sweet torture and perfect pleasure. I never want it to end, but I also need to come inside of her, need it like my next breath. More.

One more hard thrust and she explodes, screaming my name. I feel her muscles tense and release around me, her sweet pussy sucking me deeper, deeper still. My dick is aching and swollen, but I keep fucking into her, prolonging her pleasure as long as I can.

When I can’t take anymore, my hips stutter as I bury my fat cock as deep as the fucker can possibly go, almost afraid of the force that’s about to shoot out of me. I swell inside her and pour wave after wave of cum, coating her pussy again and again.

“ Fuck , Rowan. Yes, love.” I groan as she milks the last drops from my dick.

I set her legs down and fall next to her, turning her so we’re facing each other. We’re both covered in sweat and panting. I can’t help myself; I pull her closer, crashing my mouth down on hers in a wild and desperate kiss, stealing the air right out of her lungs. She has to pull away from me to catch her breath, and only then do I breathe again.

I turn so I'm on my back, and then I drape Rowan's limp body over mine so I can rub her back.

Goddamn.

That was so fucking fierce and profound at the same time. It was everything. She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, and I worry that I hurt her, that it was too much, too hard. “Are you okay, Rowan? Was I too rough?”

“I’m good,” I hear her say, but it’s soft, caught between breaths. I reach down and cup her face, needing to see her eyes, see if I’ve done any damage. “I’m… I’m so good, Jett. That was so intense. It was perfect. It was everything.”

A wave of relief washes over me as a smile breaks out on my face. I can’t help but give her that grin I know she loves. “It really was, love. You’re incredible.”

She snuggles deeper into me, and I tuck her head under my chin, stroking her hair. My other arm wraps around her and rests on the curve of her hip.

I kiss the top of her head and whisper, “You’re so beautiful, Rowan. So precious to me. I love you, beautiful. So fucking much.”

“I love you, too, Jett. Thank you for always taking care of me.”

Seconds later, Rowan goes limp and her breathing evens out, letting me know she’s asleep. I smile to myself, knowing I wore my girl out. Well, the day was exhausting in and of itself, but I hope I brought her a little happiness before sending her off to sleep.

After about half an hour, I carefully untangle myself from Rowan and slip out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts before grabbing my phone. I call Domino, knowing I need to tie up some loose ends and make sure everyone got out okay.

“Jett, how’s your girl?” Domino asks as soon as he picks up my call. I’m thankful he knows what my priority is right now.

“She’s resting. She has some minor cuts and bruises but nothing substantial. Thank fuck.”

“Good, that’s good to hear.”

“You and Diesel get out okay?”

“Yup. Diesel shot the other two Hell’s Scoundrels in the knees and then shot the tires on the car full of cocaine. I called the cops with an anonymous tip. They know the area is known for all kinds of criminal activity, so I don’t think they’ll ask too many questions. They’ll assume it’s a drug deal gone wrong, which it basically was.”

“Smart call. Thank you guys for dropping everything to help me and my woman. I don’t know what I would have done without you and Diesel.”

“Luckily, you won’t have to find out,” he teases. “Seriously, though, Jett. You know we’ll always have your back. Rowan’s, too. She’s part of the family now.”

I nod, even though I know he can’t see me. “Thanks,” I say again, not sure how to express my gratitude without being awkward as hell.

“You two rest up,” Domino tells me. “Come by the clubhouse in a few days. I know Calista would love to meet Rowan.”

“Will do.”

We say our goodbyes and hang up. I put my phone on the kitchen counter, setting the ringer to silent. I don’t want anything disturbing Rowan and me while we’re resting up.

I open the bedroom door, my gaze wandering up and down Rowan’s body. Silently, I walk over the bed, crawling under the covers and snuggling up next to my woman.

“Jett,” she breathes out. She’s still mostly asleep, but I love the way she says my name.

“I’m right here, beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her on the forehead. “Get some sleep,” I encourage. “When you wake up, we’ll plan the rest of our lives together.”

“Mmhm. Sounds good.”

I grin and kiss her forehead again. My girl is very agreeable when she’s sleepy. I’ll have to remember that for the future. Right now, however, I’m exactly where I want to be - wrapped up in Rowan, knowing she’s mine and she loves me as much as I love her.