“What if it doesn’t work?” she questions, shrugging.
“What do you have to lose?” I state, running my nose along her cheek.
Jessica runs her hand under her nose trying to get a hold of herself.
“I don’t know. This sounds silly. What do you get out of this?” she implores, grabbing her mug off the counter, breaking from my grip.
I snort and smirk. “Seriously?” I laugh. “I get laid.” I am not going to lie. I am pretty good at sex; it’s one of the few things I am awesome at. I know for a fact I can fill Jessica with pleasure easily. It will be getting past those memories that will be the hardest.
She laughs, and takes a sip of her coffee.
“I also get to help a friend,” I respond truthfully, my joking set aside.
“I don’t think this is going to work,” she says softly.
I nod and brush the hair behind her ear. “I’ve done a lot of research on this. It will work if you let it work,” I inform. Her eyes widen, and she turns her head to the side, looking at me quizzically.
“You researched it?” she questions, her eyes looking me over longingly. She fucking loves it when I use my intelligence; the way her eyes get heavy and she looks at me hungrily. I eat that shit up. I can be smart when I want to be. But that’s it; I have to be interested in learning it.
“You have to trust me, Jessica,” I mumble, running my hand down her soft cheek.
Jessica’s eyes look up at me, my frame towering over her in her small kitchen.
“I think we need some rules, Bobby,” she whispers, pushing me back a step. I take a deep breath and back up. Rules. I hate that word. Everyone has them and I’m a pro at breaking them.
“Like what?” I ask, exasperated, walking back to my stool on the other side of the counter.
“I don’t know. I just feel like this is going to turn out badly,” she says, leaning over the island, giving me a clear shot of her breasts. I groan as my dick pulses from the teasing glimpse I have of them.
“I don’t want this around my daughter,” she says sternly, her eyebrow raised to indicate her point. I cock my head to the side and cross my arms. I have seen Addie only a handful of times since the night Jessica and Addie came to the club for help.
“What do you have against me so badly I can’t be around Addie?”
She shrugs and lifts from the counter, taking my view of her tits away, causing me to regret my question.
“The club is dangerous. I don’t need some thug using my daughter as leverage to get back at you guys,” she continues. I want to argue, but she has a point.
“Okay,” I reply, clearly defeated. “Is that the only rule?”
“And,” she pauses, setting her coffee down. She looks up, and brushes her hair behind her ear.
“You can’t fall in love with me. We can’t let this get emotional,” she mutters, her eyes peeking up from under her thick lashes.
My eyebrows narrow. “Why is that?” Am I that bad to fall in love with?
“I have seen the men in the club when they love a woman. I was already trapped in one relationship. I won’t be an ol’ lady,” she continues, her jaw clenched. I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.
“Well, I’m not looking for anything serious, so you won’t have to worry about that,” I respond, nodding. I look down at my hands, avoiding eye contact.
“I think this is just a way for you to get in my pants when you want, but at this point, I am desperate to try anything,” she informs with a chuckle.
I laugh and stand. Placing my hands on the counter, I lower my head, and gaze at her longingly.
“I’m going to fuck you mindlessly, Jessica. Giving you that exhilarating feeling of your body going numb, and your toes curling from the overwhelming high from my dick hitting you in places you never knew it could.” I lean over the counter, brushing aside a hair that fell in front of her eyes. “When I’m done with you, you’ll never want to walk away from me, Jessica,” I whisper, my tone deep and arrogant.
“And now that I mention it.” I walk around the counter, my boots thudding against her tiled floors. Her eyes look at me lazily, her lips parting.
I grasp her by the hips, pull her toward me roughly, and lean into her. I brush my lips against the shell of her ear, causing her body to rise with a sudden breath.
“Yeah?” she whispers, her tone dripping with lust.
“During this whole process, you are only to be mine,” I whisper, nipping her earlobe. I’m not going to share Jessica. Not if I don’t have to.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she breathes heavily, turning her head, inviting me into her neck. My dick jumps with the invitation, excited she’s giving in.
“You’re mine right now,” I inform, scraping my teeth against her neck, just enough to make her whimper.