8. Rowan

8

ROWAN

J ett left a few hours ago for the clubhouse. After a nice mid-morning nap, he said he had some club business to take care of and then showed me how to work his TV. I’ve had one show or another playing in the background, but truthfully, I’m caught up thinking about everything that’s happened recently.

Even though I’ve been staying with Jett for a few days now, we haven’t talked much about the incident at the diner. Part of me is grateful that he’s given me space to process, but it’s only pushing off the inevitable conversation.

I’ve already told Jett about my father’s abuse, I just haven’t found the courage to connect the dots between my dad, Hell’s Scoundrels, and me. My brain is screaming at me to take this opportunity to run. I could be on a bus to Chicago in just a few hours. That’s the smart choice. It’s what I should do. It’s what I’ve been doing for months now.

But my heart…

My heart wants to believe the fantasy. My heart wants me to stay here with Jett and see if he really can protect me from the evil people chasing after me.

Before I can spin myself into another argument in my head, the front door opens, revealing the sexiest, kindest, most thoughtful man in the world. I scan his body, unable to help myself. He's just so… beautiful. It's not fair. It makes no sense for him to want someone as chubby and inexperienced as I am. Yet when those green eyes meet mine, there's no doubt he likes what he sees.

“There’s that look again,” he grunts as he prowls toward me. I straighten up from my position on the couch, biting my bottom lip to suppress a moan. “Dangerous look,” he rasps, leaning over me and resting his hands on the back of the couch. He’s caging me in, surrounding me with his strength and desire. God, his need is palpable. I need it, too.

“I’m feeling risky,” I say in what I hope is a sexy voice. It must work, because his eyes flash with unbridled lust.

“Careful,” he warns, his lips tickling the shell of my ear. “I’m only so strong, Rowan. You’re so beautiful, so fuckin’ sexy…”

“I want this. I want you,” I whisper, turning my head to meet his gaze. “Please?”

Jett growls, and the next thing I know, he's sweeping me into his arms and carrying me toward his bedroom, bridal style. I giggle at his eagerness and then gasp when he tosses me onto his bed, falling on top of me and kissing me breathless again.

“Need you naked, angel. Need to see all of you. Every single inch.” He sounds like he’s in pain.

Jett is not the kind of man to beg for anything, but I hear the raw hunger in his voice. Knowing he wants me that much makes me feel unbelievably sexy and powerful.

I push him off me, giving him what I hope is another sexy, teasing smile. It must work because his eyes turn dark and stormy the moment he realizes this is going to happen, that I want him as much as he wants me.

I start unbuttoning my blouse, but Jett stops me. I give him a questioning look, but he kisses the tip of my nose and unbuttons my shirt for me. He continues to undress me slowly, taking off my bra and pants, and scattering sweet kisses along my skin as he goes.

When I’m fully naked before him, Jett stands back and looks me over from head to toe. I can’t believe this sculpted Greek god of a man finds my curves attractive, but looking at him now, there’s no doubt he likes what he sees. His jaw tenses, his nostrils flare, and his hands clench into fists at his sides. The already impressive bulge in his pants swells even bigger, making me lick my lips.

“Jesus Christ, you’re even better than I imagined. Get on the bed, angel, and spread your legs.”

I don’t hesitate to follow his command. Once I’m spread out for him on the bed, he stands in front of me and stares right between my legs. I should be shy or embarrassed, but the way he’s looking at me banishes every single thought except that one word. More.

He wipes a hand down his face and shakes his head as if pulling himself from a trance. Slowly, Jett peels off his shirt, revealing his hard, delicious muscles. I can't wait to feel them pressed against my chest while he slides in and out of me.

My dirty thoughts have more wetness leaking from me. It drips down my slit and tickles my back entrance, making me shiver. Jett practically snarls, his eyes locked onto my core. He makes quick work of the rest of his clothes and strokes his massive cock.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” he says more to himself than to me.

His confession makes me bold. I slide my hand down my torso and dip my fingers into my pussy, rubbing my clit and then spreading myself open for him. “How about right here?”

“Fuck,” he groans, falling to his knees and dragging my ass to the edge of the bed.

Jett bats my hand away and buries his face between my thighs, sucking on my folds and making me cry out.?He has me so on edge from undressing me that my orgasm slams into me as soon as he makes contact. I twist beneath him on the bed, but he tightens his hold on my thighs, pinning me in place while he laps up my release.

“Again,” he says into my throbbing cunt, licking me up and down, over and over, keeping me right on the edge and then throwing me over into another orgasm.

He places sloppy, open-mouthed kisses up my stomach and between my breasts while I float back down to earth. When he kisses me, I taste myself on him and moan, deepening our kiss until he pulls back and gasps for air.

“Ready, love?” he asks, rubbing his hard cock up and down my slit.

“Yes,” I breathe, nodding.

“Do you trust me?"

“With all my heart.” I don’t hesitate to answer.

“Good. That’s good. It’s going to hurt, but I promise I’ll make it so good you’ll forget all about the pain in a second.” He presses his thickness inside me, just a little bit, stretching me wide open. “Relax, Rowan. Let me in,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply as he thrusts all the way inside.

There’s a moment of pressure. A slight pinch. A split second of pain. And then he’s inside me, stretching and filling me so perfectly. I cling to him as he holds himself still.

“I’ve got you, angel. I’m right here.”

“Jett, please,” I whimper.

He grunts, shaking with the effort of not moving. “It’ll pass soon, beautiful.”

“No, that's not…” I wiggle my hips, causing him to go even deeper. “Yes!” I gasp. “Please, I need you to move.”

Instead of answering, Jett hisses out a breath and angles his hips before backing off and slowly entering me again. His thick cock slides against the walls of my pussy in shallow, controlled thrusts. But that’s not what I want.

“More, Jett, I need more.”

Jett pulls almost all the way out and stares between us where the evidence of my virginity is smeared on his cock. We both groan at the sight. I had no idea how hot it would be.

I cry out when he slams home in one hard thrust, rocking me to my very core. One hand glides down my body, cupping my breast, then kneading the soft flesh of my hips. I’ve always been self-conscious of my curves, but they fit perfectly in his hands as he caresses and worships every inch of me.

Jett continues his exploration of my body, sliding his hand up and down my outer thigh. He grips me behind my knee, opening me up more for him and pressing my leg up against my chest.

“Oh, my god. Yes, yes, yes!” I moan. At this angle, he’s hitting that spot again, the one that sparks every single nerve ending and makes me shake uncontrollably.

“There it is. So. Fucking. Hot,” he groans between rough strokes.

My pussy gushes for him, our bodies making wet, sticky sounds as we grind against each other and chase our pleasure. Jett buries his face in my neck and grunts each time he hits home.

My muscles tense and pull tight against my skin as he pounds into me over and over, splitting me open and demanding my orgasm. My entire body throbs, not understanding what’s about to happen but wanting it anyway.

“I feel you, baby. You’re so close.”

I nod, whimpering and panting into his mouth before sealing my lips over his. My nails bite into his shoulders, my back bows off the bed, and my thighs tighten around his hips as I come. Hard . It feels like my chest is being ripped open as I scream for him to keep going, harder, deeper, more, more, more.

I expect him to come with me, but he keeps hammering into me until I’m completely spent. I don’t have any time to recover before he pulls out, grips my hips, and flips me over on my stomach, positioning me on all fours and thrusting back inside.

“Jesus, fuck. So tight,” he grits.

I can't even breathe , he's so deep inside me, stroking his thick cock in and out and taking what he needs from me. I'm sore and swollen, and still, I want more. I rock back into him, making him growl and tighten his grip on my hips.

“Yes, Jett, I love it like this,” I moan, unsure where this confident, bold side of me is coming from.

“Goddamn, baby. I'll give this to you every single day if it makes you happy.”

I can’t speak, so I nod and whimper a response. Jett must like it because he picks up his speed, using his strong arms to bounce me off his cock. My fingers curl into the sheets as I throw my head back and let out a broken cry.

A storm swirls deep in my core as the pressure gathers and threatens to consume me, body and soul. Jett reaches around me and rubs furious circles over my clit, grinding his dick against me and filling me up completely. My orgasm flashes through me like lightning piercing through the sky. The storm clouds break open, raining down pleasure and washing me out to sea. I’m drowning in ecstasy when I hear Jett's thunderous roar. He empties himself deep inside my pussy, his cock twitching and filling me with so much cum it spills out of me.

He collapses on top of me, pressing my body into the mattress. I love feeling his weight, like he’s anchoring me right here, keeping me in the moment.

Eventually, Jett rolls over onto his back, getting settled before he drags me over his chest and tucks me into his side.

“Holy fuck,” Jett says in astonishment.

I grin. “Yeah. Holy fuck.”

He laughs, making me giggle in return.

We stay wrapped up in each other for long moments, soaking up the feeling of being together like this. I don’t know if it’s all the endorphins coursing through my veins or the fact that I just lost my virginity in the hottest way with the hottest man I’ve ever met, but for some reason, I decide to unburden my soul.

“I saw my dad kill someone,” I blurt out. Jett freezes while I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. I hadn’t said it out loud yet. Hearing it makes it that much more real. “I think it was for the initiation into Hell’s Scoundrels,” I mumble from behind my hand.

When Jett still doesn’t move or say a single word, I panic, dropping my hand and rambling out everything I saw and everything I know. If he’s going to leave me, he should at least have the full story.

“I didn’t know… I mean, I knew my father was capable of horrible things, but murder? I wasn’t supposed to be home that night,” I whisper as the gut-twisting memory floods into my mind. “I was supposed to be babysitting but the mom canceled her plans at the last minute. I just wanted to hang out in my room and avoid my dad, like most nights. But when I heard the yelling outside, I looked out the window. I couldn’t quite see what was happening so I made the mistake of opening the door to our trailer to find…”

I trail off, fighting back the tears. Jett cups my cheek, gently turning my face toward his. “I’m so sorry you had to witness that,” he says. “What happened next?”

I take a deep breath and continue. I have no choice now that I've started. "There was a man on the ground, bloodied and bruised. My father's hands were cut up and bleeding as well, letting me know he was the one who beat up this man. I was horrified, but then… then he wrapped his hand around the man's neck and strangled him to death."

“Jesus Christ,” Jett mutters.

“I tried covering up my shocked reaction, but my gasp was heard by my dad and the two other men he was with. When they turned their attention to me, I ran. I’m not particularly fast or well-coordinated, but I knew they were on lots of drugs. I didn’t have to be fast, I just had to get far enough away to hide.”

“And you’ve been hiding ever since,” he finishes for me. I nod. “Wait, so your dad pledged to be in Hell’s Scoundrels? That means they have to have chapters up north, too,” he says more to himself than to me.

“All of that to say… I’m no good for you,” I admit with a sigh. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth. I come with an entire MC chasing after me.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I come with an entire MC ready to back you up and protect you,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead before tucking me into his chest. Jett rests his chin on top of my head, making me feel loved and safe even after sharing the most fragile part of my heart. “And for the record, you’re worthy of love. You’re worthy of a home, a safe life, and people who care about you. I want to provide that for you, Rowan. I mean it.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, but Jett doesn’t mind. He can tell the moment is too much for me and he simply holds me while I process everything. My heavy eyelids shut when he strokes my back in a soothing gesture. I’m trying to think of a reason to run, but right now, Jett is giving me every reason to stay.