9. Jett

9

JETT

I slowly become aware of the morning light shining through the windows the more I wake up. I yawn and stretch my arms over my head, a grin plastered on my face when I remember how my woman surrendered to me last night, how she trusted me with her body, her pleasure, and then, her story.

I finally understand what she’s been running from and why Hell’s Scoundrels had a reason to come back to this town to fuck shit up. We’ll have to discuss that further, hopefully with my brothers at the club. Right now, however, I have something else on the top of my priority list. It has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with my sexy fucking woman and her curvy little body.

I roll over to see if she’s ready for round two, but she’s not next to me.

What the fuck?

I shoot up out of bed, all of the worst-case scenarios playing out in my head. When I hear the shower running, however, I get all kinds of wicked thoughts. Walking into the bathroom, I marvel at Rowan's silhouette through the shower curtain. She's so fucking beautiful it hurts sometimes to look at her.

Pulling the shower curtain back, I’m greeted with the most perfect sight in the world. My angel, dripping wet, with a sexy as fuck little grin on her face. I step in and slide my hands all over her body, memorizing every dip and curve before pulling her in for a kiss. God, I missed the taste of her mouth and it’s barely been eight hours.

“I was wondering when you’d join me,” she purrs.

I groan into the side of her neck as I suck and nibble her skin, just the way she likes. She trembles as my mouth works up and down the slender column. She slides her hands down my abs and grips my cock, already hard for her.

“Fuck me,” I grunt as I buck my hips into her hand. She works me over, sliding up and down.

“Yeah, that’s the idea,” she whispers.

I growl and kiss my way down to her perfect tits, sucking on one and lavishing it with my tongue. Rowan sucks in a breath and gives me a soft moan, one that spurs me on as I lick her nipple and scrape my teeth over the hard little peak.

I slide a finger up her slit and circle her clit. Rowan’s knees shake and I hold her up, chuckling into her skin. “Love how responsive you are, angel. Are you ready for me?”

“Y-yes, pl-please…oh!” She cries out as I dip a finger into her entrance, still so tight for me.

“You’re not too sore?”

“No, ah…I’m ready, oh god, oh my god,” her voice cracks as I continue to finger her slowly, building her up and then backing down when she’s close to the edge.

Her hand has stopped stroking my dick, she's so caught up in what I'm doing to her. It's probably for the best because I could come just from watching her writhe and melt in my hands, and I want this to last longer.

Rowan grips my biceps and rests her head on my chest, trembling and gasping for air. I love seeing her like this, so lost in lust, in pleasure.

I withdraw my hand and she whines in protest, giving me the cutest little angry face. I can't help but kiss her as I guide her back to the wall. My hands slide down her curvy frame and grip her ass, lifting her up and pinning her to the wall. Her legs automatically go around me, and her arms loop around my neck.

Rowan moans so perfectly for me when she feels my cock rub up and down her slit, the head hitting her clit every time. “Please, Jett, I can’t take any more, just please…”

“Please, what ? Tell me what you want.” I thrust harder, faster, growling when I feel her pussy lips trying to suck me in. “Tell me what this greedy little cunt needs.”

She gets impossibly wetter, her pussy releasing more of her sweet juices as I talk dirty to her. I love that my angel gets off on my filthy words.

“I need… Please… Oh god, fuck me, Jett, fuck me so hard…”

I find her entrance and shove my dick inside, hitting her deep and making us both cry out.

“Shit, Rowan, so goddamn tight.” I still inside of her, relishing the way her pussy squeezes me and pulses around my hard shaft.

“You’re so big, god, you feel so good.” Rowan wriggles in my hands, her body letting me know what it needs.

Pulling almost all the way out, I slam back inside, my dick not wanting to be away from his new home any longer than necessary.

“Jett! Yes, oh god…”

Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck as she pulls me down for a heated kiss. Rowan bites my bottom lip as I thrust into her, fucking her good and hard like she asked. I grind my cock deep inside of her sweet cunt before pulling out and thrusting back in.

She sucks my tongue inside of her mouth and moans around me, jerking her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. My hands grip her ass tightly, helping her slide up and down my cock.

“Jett, you’re so deep like this. So good…”

I grunt in response, unable to say anything else. I’m so lost inside of her, words fail me. My spine tingles, my balls draw up tight, and I need her to get there with me.

As if sensing my impending orgasm, Rowan starts shaking, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, begging me to fuck her harder. Our bodies are in perfect sync as I piston in and out. She cries out, a desperate, aching sound escaping her throat. Or maybe that’s me, I can’t tell anymore.

We’re both grunting, fucking, kissing with wild abandon. My orgasm rips through me right as her pussy snaps. We’re coming together, screaming together, tensing and releasing together. It’s intense, primal, and so fucking perfect.

My legs give out as the last of my cum shoots inside of her. Gently, I guide us to the floor of the shower, feeling our combined juices dribble out of Rowan’s pussy. It makes me leak more cum inside of her, knowing I filled her up to the brim. Some part of my brain takes note that we haven’t used a condom once, but I can’t seem to give a fuck.

Leaning up against the shower wall, I hug Rowan into my chest. She buries her head in my neck, her body completely limp and sated.

“You okay, beautiful?”

She nods. “So good.” It comes out as a sigh, making me smile.

“Me too, angel. Me too.”

We sit like that till the water runs cold, and then I help her out of the shower and dry us off.

Back in the room, Rowan starts getting dressed, but I loop my arms around her waist, her back to my front. She giggles and leans into me.

“You’re so fucking perfect, beautiful,” I tell her as I kiss her temple.

“Mmm, you’re not so bad yourself,” she teases.

I spin her around and cup her face, drawing her in for a deep and passionate kiss. When we break apart, I rest my forehead on hers and breathe her in.

With Rowan wrapped up in my arms, her head tucked under my chin, and her heart beating in time with mine, I know for a fact she’s it for me. She’s my forever. My wife. The future mother of my children.

The rush of emotions is so intense I almost feel like crying. I don’t, of course, but Rowan must sense the shift deep in my soul. She clings to me and turns her head to the side so she can press a sweet kiss to my neck.

Before we get our happily ever after, however, we have a few loose ends to tie up. Namely, her father and the fuckers chasing after her.

“Will you come to the clubhouse with me and tell the guys everything you told me about your dad?”

Rowan stills in my arms, her muscles tense to the point of shaking. “I… I don’t want to put anyone in danger,” she whispers.

“We’ve had run-ins with these bastards before,” I tell her. “Long story short, Deviant Souls used to be run by a psychopath who got us all mixed up in his drug addiction and wanted to take everyone down with him. We split off from the former Prez and have been rebuilding the club as well as the clubhouse - quite literally - ever since. We found out a few weeks ago that the ex-members joined a new club. I’ll give you one guess as to which one.”

“Hell’s Scoundrels?” she breathes out. I nod. “Oh no,” comes her whispered response. “And I drew more of them right back here.”

“Hey now,” I say gently, leaning back slightly so I can meet her gaze. “None of this is your fault. I know you don’t believe me right now, but I’ll keep reminding you every day. Weak men like your father chase after real power they know they’ll never have, but they’ll settle for manipulation and control over the people in their lives. That’s his fault, not yours. You did nothing to deserve this.

“Neither did you,” she protests.

"This is the life I chose. This is the club I'm loyal to. We want Hell's Scoundrels out of our town whether you're involved or not. I promise you're not forcing us into a battle we weren't already fighting. But, for the record, my brothers and I would absolutely go to war to keep you safe regardless of our own personal interests."

My girl sighs heavily and relaxes into my embrace. “Thank you,” she murmurs before burying her face into the side of my neck. I continue to hold her, swaying my precious woman back and forth.

“So,” I start. “Will you come to the clubhouse with me?”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I wonder if she’s going to refuse. Then, Rowan nods, though she wraps her arms around me, clinging to me like this is the last time we’ll hold each other.

“You’re safe, Rowan. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“It’s a lot to process,” I finish for her, stroking my fingertips down her back. She nods and takes a few deep breaths.

“I’ll do it,” Rowan murmurs. “I want to be free from them. Free from my past. Free to think about my future.” Those purple eyes lock onto mine, and I know exactly what she means. My woman wants me, she wants us to build a future together. But first, we need to close the book on her past.