“Not up for negotiations,” he hissed, taking my lower lip between his teeth.
“You want to fuck me? You want to claim me? Then I get to claim you even if it’s just for tonight. Give me tonight, Jack and I’ll give you whatever you want from me,” I said, pulling my mouth away from his.
He didn’t answer me. Battling the war in his head he placed me on my feet. I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me with his finger against my pouty lips. He stared at me for a moment, eyes peering straight down to my soul before he opened the bathroom door and walked back into the bedroom.
I turned around, followed him into the bedroom and leaned against the door jamb. I wanted to take back my words as he walked toward the chair. In that instant I felt more vulnerable than standing in front of the mirror revealing my damaged body to him.
Please don’t deny me.
He lifted his cut from the chair, stared at it for a moment, running his fingers over the patch stitched into the leather declaring him president of his club. I didn’t know much about the whole motorcycle club thing and I was kicking myself in the ass for never watching Sons of Anarchy but I knew that leather vest was everything to a man like Jack. Those patches, the colors he wore on his back, they represented everything he was and everything he’d ever be.
He turned around, vest in his hands and strode toward me. I wrapped my arms around my body and stared back at him.
“Put it on,” he whispered, handing me the leather vest.
My heart beat rapidly inside my chest as I gazed up at him, taking the soft worn leather in my hands. He nodded, and I slipped my arms through the leather. I closed my eyes, the smell of his cologne lingering on the leather and seeping into me. I ran my fingers over the front of the vest, the leather like butter beneath my fingertips. It didn’t matter that the vest was too big, or that I was naked beneath it, wearing his cut made him mine and even if it was for just a short while, I’d take it.
“Fuck, Reina,” he growled, leaning back on his heels. “What are you doing to me, woman?”
I opened my eyes and stared into his tortured face and that was all I needed. To see him so vulnerable and raw turned me on, made me want him more than I ever had before.
I stepped closer, pressed my palms against his chest and pushed him until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. I leaned down and worked the thermal over his stomach, he lifted his arms over his head aiding in the removal of his shirt.
I gripped his broad shoulders and cocked my head to the side as I ran my hands down his chest, over all the ink that decorated his olive skin. Over his heart was the face of a little boy, his son, Jack’s biggest scar of all. I ran my fingers over the tattoo, outlining the features of the adorable child that left this earth too soon. He turned his head and let out a harsh breath, tearing my attention away from his tattoo back to his face. I brought my hand to his cheek and turned his head so he was forced to meet my gaze.
“He was beautiful,” I whispered, running my thumb over his lower lip as his eyes glistened looking into mine.
“It’s okay, Jack, he’s okay,” I whispered, bending down to press my lips to his. “Nothing can ever hurt your precious boy,” I murmured against his mouth.
I kissed him softly, felt his hands grip my face then threading desperately through my hair before he deepened the kiss. I fell onto his lap and he flipped me onto my back as his tongue pushed inside of my mouth.
He pushed himself up, his palms digging into the mattress and glanced down at me.
“No more talking, Reina, not another goddamn word,” he hissed, dropping his mouth to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
I spread myself wide, hooked my fingers through the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him between my legs. Hardness pressed against all my softness as I lifted my hips to grind my body against his.
His tongue assaulted my skin between the valley of my breasts before his hot, wet mouth closed over my nipple. His teeth nipped, his tongue soothed, his lips sucked, making my breasts swell and my nipples hard. The scruff lining his jaw grazed the tender flesh surrounding my nipples, leaving my skin red and irritated. I was branded by him.
I felt his fingers slide down my stomach, his hands moving to my thighs, forcefully spreading them as wide as they allowed. His mouth stilled at my belly button and then he moved off me, pushing onto his feet. His eyes zeroing in on the part of me that was dripping with need for him, the part of me that was truly his.
With a crazed look in his eyes he kicked off his boots, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them and his boxer briefs down his legs. Naked and hard, exposed to me, Jack was everything. He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it with his fist and I found myself sliding my fingers over my pussy.