Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Levee

I actually had to hold myself back from speeding the whole fucking way to Jade’s place.

Yeah, that was how far gone I was with this woman already.

I’d been up since almost dawn, trying to decide when a decent hour to text her without sounding too needy was.

As I pulled up outside of my old apartment building, I had a storage compartment in my bike full of condoms and four of them shoved in my pockets to get started.

But, oddly, it wasn’t sex that was on my mind as I spotted Jade outside of the building holding two reusable grocery bags and talking to a group of teens.

I just… wanted to spend time with her. Hear her talk. Watch her face brighten up when she smiled. Feel her legs draped over mine. Smell her signature lavender scent.

I just wanted to be around her.

Though I wasn’t going to complain if we ended up in bed. Or on the couch. In the shower.

I made my way up the path toward her, my helmet hanging from my fingers.

Her back was to me so she didn’t see me approach, but the guys clocked me pretty quickly, their gazes going to my cut, to the badge on my lapel.

“Why you asking about him?” I heard the tallest, thinnest of the kids ask her. If I wasn’t mistaken, his face was etched with concern.

“Asking about who?” I asked, running my hand across Jade’s hips as I leaned down to press a kiss to her head.

I didn’t know what the fuck was going on around this place. Especially as it pertained to Jade and the black eye she was still sporting, even if she’d tried to cover it up with makeup. But I figured that letting it be known that she had a guy around might be a good thing. Especially if that guy was a part of a pretty well-known outlaw biker club.

“Oh, hey!” Jade said, eyes wide as she shot me a smile. “Nobody. I was just talking to these guys. This is Terrance,” she said, indicating the one who was eyeing me, trying to decide if I had what it took to protect her, maybe. “He’s the one who was drawing pictures on the whiteboard.”

“Heard you drew her with giant tits,” I said, watching him stiffen.

“Hey, man, it was before I knew her,” he said, holding his hands up.

“I get it. I was an idiot kid too once. Mind if I steal her? She’s gonna cook for me,” I told him.

To that, the kids shrugged and moved away.

“Terrance, don’t forget,” she called, making the kid turn back, nodding at her, then heading off with his friends.

“Don’t forget what?” I asked as I held the front door open for her.

“I asked him to draw me a few types of sketches so I can give him some tips,” she said, giving me a sweet smile. “You made good time. I was supposed to be naked in an apron before you got here,” she admitted, completely unbothered by saying that in front of two women who were walking down the hall toward us, tittering with laughter as soon as they passed.

“This way maybe I can be the one to take the clothes off of you,” I said.

“Mm, I like that idea,” she decided as we got into the elevator.

I didn’t waste any time. As soon as the doors closed, I grabbed both sides of her face then sealed my lips to hers, kissing her until her whole body went lax and little whimpers started to escape her.

The doors chiming as they opened had us breaking apart and walking back down the hall toward her apartment.

I wasn’t a religious guy, but I was saying a little prayer that my uncle didn’t choose that exact moment to have some sort of accident or come rushing out of the apartment.

Luckily, there was no one around as Jade put her key in the lock.

She seemed oddly tense as she pushed the door open. Almost like she didn’t know what she might be walking into.

Or maybe I was overthinking shit.

She waited for me to move inside, then closed and locked the door.

I waited just until she had the bags on the counter before I was leaning down to grab the backs of her knees and lifting her up off of her feet.

I set her right there on the counter and moved between her thighs as she spread them for me, taking her lips again.

It wasn’t long before her hands were grabbing at me. Sinking into my ass. Moving around to work by button and zipper free.

My own hand slipped up under her skirt, thankful for her love of them and the easy access they provided, and pressing against her already-wet panties.

When her hand slipped into my underwear to grab my cock, my own fingers moved under the material of her panties, teasing up her slick cleft to work her clit as my other two fingers thrust inside her waiting pussy.

Jade leaned back so fast she whacked her head into the upper cabinet but it was pleasure and need that was on her pretty face as her hips rocked against me, as her hand fisted my cock.

“Levee, please,” she begged, running her thumb over my head, making a little shiver move through me.

I felt a similar urgency. Like it had been months, rather than just a day and a half, since we’d been together.

My hand left her panties to fish for a condom. And I watched as she hopped down to yank down the barrier.

She was hiking up her skirt as I finished with the protection.

I grabbed her leg, lifting it up and spreading it wide as I stepped closer, then positioned and surged inside of her.

My groan at feeling her tight walls close around me was drowned out by her loud moan.

I was barely planted to the base when her hips started to rock in restless circles, too needy to care about anything but the orgasm that was steadily building already.

Jade’s arms went around my neck, holding on tight as I fucked her. Not hard. But fast. The sounds of her moans were muffled against my shirt as she tightened around me, then started to clutch at my cock as she came.

I wasn’t done with her, though. Not yet.

She was still clinging to me as I grabbed her, pushing her back against the counter so I could pull off her shirt.

My hands were on her in seconds, squeezing her tits, rolling and twisting her nipples until she was rocking against me again, desperate for more.

Only then did I slide out of her, turn her, and bend her down onto the counter.

I pulled up her skirt, fisting it at the center of her back so I could watch her ass, so I could see myself slam deep inside of her.

Her arms shot out to brace herself so she didn’t go flying at the force of the thrust, knocking over a crock full of utensils. Neither of us gave a fuck, though, as she let out a deep moan.

My hand landed a slap to her ass, getting another groan out of her. So I did it again. And again.

Until she was wiggling desperately against me, begging for the movement she needed.

My hands moved to her hips, using them to slam her back against me as I thrust. Hard this time. The sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, mingling with her breathy moans and my heavy breathing.

“ Lev …” she cried as her pussy tightened around my cock, making it hard to keep fucking her.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Squeeze my cock,” I added as her orgasm slammed through her.

I fucked her through it then came on the tail-end of it.

Jade collapsed against the counter. And I needed to throw my forearm across the cupboards above us to keep on my own damn feet, I came so hard.

“Well,” she said a few moments later, still a little breathless, “that kind of defeats the purpose of the naked cooking.”

“Like hell it does,” I said as I pulled away, giving her ass a playful pat before pulling her skirt down.

I made my way to the bathroom to clean up and when I came back out, I fell back against the wall as I saw her turned away from me.

Completely fucking naked.

Save for the little strings of her apron she was trying to tie behind her back.

A strange growling sound escaped me as I approached her, reaching for the ties to do it myself.

“I didn’t think you were actually going to do it,” I admitted, finishing with the ties and leaning down to press a kiss to her bare shoulder.

“Of course I was,” she said, turning around, then taking a few steps away. “You like?” she asked, waving down at herself.

She’d pulled her hair up in a clip so it didn’t hide any of her. Which meant she literally was only wearing a yellow and white striped apron that just barely covered her nipples in the front, the swells of her tits visible at the sides. And the hem of the damn thing? Just barely covering her pussy.

“Fuck, doll,” I sighed, gaze moving up and down her. “How the fuck are you real?” I asked, shaking my head as she beamed at me.

“Don’t get too excited. This might have to be tit,” she said, waving at hers, “for tat,” she said, gesturing at me.

“Meaning what?”

“I might need you to do something traditionally manly while naked for my viewing pleasure,” she said.

“Might scandalize the club, but I can do some basic bike repair in the nude for you.”

“And share that with everyone else?” she asked, moving over toward the kitchen. “I think not. I think I might really be into some naked workouts,” she said, smirking at me over her shoulder.

“Some biceps curls… shoulder presses…”

“That is an interesting fantasy,” I decided as I moved over to lean against the counter as she moved her items out of the bags.

“Well,” she said, reaching up under my shirt to pat my stomach, “seeing all this in action would be really hot.”

“I’m all yours anytime you want me,” I said. It was meant to be a silly agreement to do the workout fantasy. But, fuck, it felt a lot deeper than that.

After that, Jade set me on music duty as she started to prep the food.

It was somewhere around the time that she was using her hands to I don’t know… marinate something or mix ingredients, who knows, that I couldn’t seem to hold back any longer.

I made my way toward her, dropping down on my knees behind her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding breathless.

“Shh,” I demanded as I pressed her thighs wider to make room for me. “Be a good girl and keep making dinner,” I said as my tongue traced up her cleft from behind.

She tried at first to keep going, but it wasn’t long before she was bracing her forearms on the counter top, her hips rocking as I licked and sucked.

By the time my fingers slid inside of her again, she was already getting so fucking close.

I kept feasting on her, taking her through one orgasm and toward another.

By the time the second one coursed through her, her thighs were shaking and her moans had become airy whimpers.

“Definitely a lot of perks to naked cooking,” I decided as I got back to my feet, my hands sliding up her sides to tease her breasts before moving away to have a seat at the table.

Forcing some strength into her legs, she turned to look at me, shooting me a bleary-eyed, but playful, grin. “I think I’ve suddenly become allergic to clothing,” she declared, getting a laugh out of me.

“I have no objections to this new allergy of yours. Definitely better to be safe and not wear anything ever.”

To that, she laughed as she got back to work, refusing my help when I offered a few times.

“What’s with the third plate?” I asked as she plated all of the food. “The fish eating with us?”

“I’m going to bring a plate over to your uncle after we eat,” she said. “Seems like the right thing to do.”

“I’m gonna have to insist you put on clothes for that,” I said, making her smile spread.

“I’m actually going to get something on now,” she said, reaching to untie her apron, then pull it off. “Hot food on bare skin doesn’t sound fun,” she added before turning and walking away.

Did I watch her ass the whole way? Sure as fuck did.

She came back out in silky sage pajama pants and another of her cut-off shirts, this one in black.

“You won’t be offended if he doesn’t eat it, will you?” I asked as we sat down to eat.

“No. He does seem pretty against anything with vegetables in it,” she said as she waved at our veggie lasagne. “It’s more about the gesture. Does he know you’re here?”

“He… doesn’t,” I admitted hesitantly, worried about how I might offend her with that.

“Do you not want him to know we’re involved?” she asked, not sounding the least bit offended.

“I’m cool with everyone else knowing,” I told her. “Uncle Will just… has a way of making me regret telling him anything about my personal life.”

“I get that. Also, it’s maybe one thing if he heard me getting busy with someone over here. Might be a complete other for him to know it’s the two of us.”

“Fuck, didn’t even consider that,” I said, wincing.

“I know, right? We’re adults and everything. But it’s still weird. I kind of get why my brother insisted on separate rooms when he would bring a girl home for the holidays.”

“Yeah. We can tell him if you’re not comfortable concealing the truth.”

“No,” she said, almost a little too eagerly. “No, it’s totally fine,” she said more calmly.

But before I could even think to ask her more about it, to probe around the issue, she was changing the conversation to her excitement over her new projects, about how much fun she’d had at the clubhouse.

After dinner, she’d dropped off the food I was sure I would scrape in the trash the next time I visited him. And then we both made our way to the bedroom, seemingly both exhausted.

We didn’t even have sex, just fell into a mass of tangled limbs and exhausted minds and slept for several long hours.

I was the one to wake up first, my arm dead asleep from her sleeping soundly on it.

Carefully, I slid it out, then flopped the limp down on my leg as I sat off the side of the bed, waiting for the pins and needles to let up.

It was then that I noticed that her top nightstand drawer was open a few inches.

And inside was her whiteboard.

It hadn’t been stolen?

She’d ripped it down?

Why?

Feeling like a creep for snooping, I started to pull the drawer open, catching the bottom word only.

Bitch.

I was trying to quietly open the drawer more to see what else the asshole scrawled on it, but it was just then I heard a eerily familiar screeching sound of tires.

Then the expected pop pop pop.

“What…” Jade said, jolting awake, staring blearily at me as I suddenly turned, grabbing her, and yanking her onto the floor, sliding my body over hers. “What’s going on?” she asked, sounding breathless.

“Drive-by,” I told her, hearing more pops, then ones that had to be returned fire. Like the whole fucking building wasn’t full of innocent people who could catch a stray bullet.

Idiots.

“We’re okay down here,” I assured her. “Just needed to get away from the windows. The brick is pretty good against most bullets,” I added, realizing how this very situation had been a frequent event of my childhood. And how now, as a fucking arms-dealing biker, I got shot at or around significantly less.

Underneath me, her heartbeat was slamming in her chest, her breath coming out in frantic huffs.

“You’re alright,” I assured her as the sounds of gunfire stopped, followed by the peeling away of tires.

We stayed there like that for a long moment, though, until I heard the police sirens making their way closer and closer.

Only then did I roll off of her, get to my feet, then pull her to hers.

“You okay?” I asked, reaching up to rub her lower lip with my thumb.

“I… yeah. You move fast,” she said as she sucked in a deep breath.

“Got a long history of hitting the ground when bullets fly around here. Speaking of shit around here,” I said, not wanting to let the whiteboard thing go when she’d already been hurt around here once. “Why is your whiteboard in—“ I started, but cut off as Jade slowly lowered back down to her knees, her hands sliding up my thighs. “What are you doing?” I asked, my cock already getting excited as her hands went around to my fly.

“Thanking you for saving me,” she said, shooting me a wicked little smirk as her palm rubbed over my cock through my pants.

“I think we should talk—“

“Thinking is overrated,” she said, reaching inside to pull out my cock, then swallowing me to the base in one hot as fuck move.

Did I allow myself to get completely distracted by getting my cock sucked?

I sure as fuck did.

And I swear to God that by the time she let me come down her throat, she’d somehow managed to suck every thought right out of my head.