Collect the Pieces (Lost Kings MC #25)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

Jigsaw

Hours later, I’m dangling in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness.

Faint music and chatter drift upstairs from the hardcore partygoers. Lots of times that had been me, but I’m way too content holding Margot in my arms to worry about my brothers’ antics or what I’m missing out there.

“Mmm.” Margot sighs in her sleep and wiggles, settling herself into the pillows and pushing her ass against me.

I have everything I need right here.

My arm’s carelessly slung over her, my hand resting on her stomach. Her movements pull me away from sleep. I slide my hand lower, dipping under the waistband of her shorts to stroke her skin. So soft all over.

The next time I hover close to awake, the barest hint of dusky sunlight’s peeking around the curtains. Pain in my wrist draws my attention to my hand wedged between Margot’s thighs. Even in sleep I can’t get enough of her. Her wetness coats my fingers and I slide them up, slowly working them around her clit.

“Mmm.” She sighs and her hips twitch.

Can I make her come in her sleep?

Intent on finding out, I rub harder.

She moans louder. Her eyelids flutter and her lips part but I’m pretty sure she’s still asleep.

Bam!

“Ahhh! What the fuck!?” someone screams across the hallway. “Holy shit! Holy shit!”

More heavy thuds and banging.

More screaming. “Get it away! Get it away!”

Margot startles awake and lifts her head. “I guess he found it.”

I bury my face in her hair and laugh. “You’re brilliant.” My lips find their way to her neck and suck. “Beautiful and diabolical. So fucking perfect,” I whisper against her skin, inhaling the subtle peppermint scent from the soap we’d used in the shower before bed. My dick perks up.

“Mmm,” she moans and turns toward me. “I was having the best dream. What were you doing?” She squeezes her legs together, trapping my hand between her thighs.

“Trying to make you come in your sleep.” I scrape my teeth lightly against her neck. “Is that okay?”

“God, yes,” she breathes. “I think I was close.”

I pull my hand out of her pants and drag it up under her shirt to cup her breast. She arches her back, pushing her gorgeous full breast into my hand. I flick my thumb against her hard nipple, painfully aware of the fabric in my way.

“I need this off.” I tug at the hem. She sits up and I help her strip off the shirt, then I yank her shorts down. “That’s my girl. Nice and naked. No more clothes on your body when we’re here.”

She shivers and stretches against me. “Okay.”

Fuck, I don’t have enough hands or tongues to touch everywhere I want to touch.

I slide my hand over her hip and down her leg.

Her body shudders as if she’s close to orgasm. “If I sleep naked, will you promise to wake me up in a special way?”

“How special?” I tease my tongue over her nipple, then suck it into my greedy mouth.

She hooks one of her legs over mine. “You were on the right track.”

“You’re the fucking best,” I groan against her throat. “Yup, spread your thighs nice and wide for me.” I take my hand away to lick my thumb, then bring it to her clit. “I’d happily sleep with my cock buried in you all night.”

She gasps as I shove two fingers inside her.

“Oh my God, I think I’d like that. A lot.”

Slowly, I pump in and out of her. “I’m so fucking horny for you, I woke up with my hand wedged between your sweet little thighs.” I kiss her breast. “I think you liked it; my fingers were soaked.”

“I do,” she answers in a breathy little cry. “I really do.”

“Show me, then.” I push deeper, curling my fingers inside her, searching for that special spot. “Come on.”

She squeezes her eyes shut and shamelessly grinds herself against my hand. “Good girl.” I kiss her temple and work faster, so crazed to be inside her, I might end up coming on her leg before I get the chance. She rocks her hips in time with my thrusting fingers.

Her body tightens and quivers. She tips her head back, moaning toward the ceiling, louder than she’s ever been before. “That’s it,” I encourage.

Shrill, unintelligible shouts, followed by laughter, flow from the hallway. I can’t tell—and don’t care—if the sounds are directed at us or something else, I just need Margot.

“Oh, oh, oh.” She clamps her thighs tight, trapping my arm. A pleasurable shiver races down my spine as she moans through her orgasm.

When she’s finished, I pull my hand free, and she whimpers.

“What do you want?” I whisper in her ear. “Tell me everything you want.”

Her lashes flutter and she stares up at me with desperate eyes. “Fuck me.” Her husky voice is somewhere between a plea and a command.

My star student has come a long way.

Margot

While still breathless and dizzy from being woken up in the best possible way, Jigsaw climbs over me, bracing himself on either side of my shoulders. His cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide with desire. His cock grazes my leg, and I tilt my hips, desperate to get closer.

He groans and presses just the tip inside me. “Yes, yes, yes. More,” I plead, then gasp as he pushes in deeper.

“Shhh, we both know you can take all of me.” He hooks one arm under my thigh, spreading me wider. “Open for me. Let me all the way in your pretty pussy.” He teases his thumb against my clit, while pushing deeper. “You’re so fucking wet and hot for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I reach down and cover his fingers, pressing them against me harder.

“That’s it. Show me what you like.”

“You,” I pant, unsure how to put it into words with my mind spinning in a thousand directions. “God, you feel so good.”

He growls as if he’s lost his last thread of control and snaps his hips forward. He grabs my other leg, holding me the way he needs, setting a steady rhythm.

“Keep rubbing your clit for me. Don’t stop.”

I’m frantic now, overwhelmed with him. Desperate to come again. He drags himself against a spot that curls my toes with every thrust and finally, I bow off the bed, eyes closed, throat raw from screaming.

His movements falter. “Margot. Oh, fuck.” The alarm in his voice snaps my eyes open. “I forgot…a condom.” His face twists with agony as he drags himself free of me. A few seconds later wet heat explodes over my hip and stomach. He groans through his release while I try to absorb his words.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses my cheek and reaches for the nightstand, grabbing the cloth. “I guess this came in handy anyway.” He carefully cleans me up, then tosses the cloth on the floor.

“Margot?” He brushes my hair out of my eyes. “I didn’t mean…I think I was still half asleep.” He drops more kisses on my cheeks and shoulder. “I’ve never gone without one before, I swear. And I get tested before I take a fight. I’ve always been negative. And…I haven’t been with…Margot?”

I blink and slowly sit up. “Yeah, I get tested regularly too…because of work…bodily fluids and all. But, uh, I’m not on the pill or anything.” We really probably should’ve had this conversation sooner.

“What?” His eyes widen and he pulls away. “Why not?”

My jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

“Well, condoms aren’t a hundred percent. Don’t you think…” He scrubs his hand over his face. “Fuck.”

“I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, so I didn’t want to be on it,” I say through clenched teeth. “Then we…I don’t know. It didn’t occur to me.”

“Okay.” He circles his arms around my waist and drags me against his body, burying his face against my neck. “I’m sorry.” He kisses my shoulder and neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispers again.

Tears prick my eyes. “For?”

“For being a dick. I shouldn’t have assumed. I should’ve asked sooner…” His gaze strays to the nightstand. “For fuck’s sake they were right there.”

His obvious frustration with himself cracks the ice around me. “I thought something felt different.”

He closes his eyes. “Yup. That’s my excuse for why it didn’t last long.”

Laughing, I press my palm against his chest and push. “Long enough to make me come twice.”

He rests his chin on my shoulder and stares at me. “Where are you…” He drops his hand to my stomach. “Do we need to worry?”

I arch a brow and turn my head. “Am I ovulating? Is that what you’re asking?”

He blows out an annoyed breath. “Yes, I guess that’s what I’m asking.”

“I don’t think so.” Heat blasts my skin. We’ve been intimate for months. There isn’t a part of my body he hasn’t explored. Why is this so awkward? “I can grab the morning after pill on our way home tomorrow. But I just finished my period.”

“Okay. Good.” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Will you…keep me updated?”

I slant a look at him. “What? You want me to send you an, ‘I just got my period text’ or something?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yes, actually. Is that so terrible?”

“No,” I whisper.

“I told you I’ve never…but I assume that’s what a good boyfriend does? Pay attention?” He looks so frustrated, or angry with himself, like he’s afraid he messed up somehow.

That makes it easier to admit, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a good boyfriend.”

If anything, Daniel acted like I had an infectious disease and should be quarantined if I was having any “female-related issue” as he called it. Nope. I’m having too good of a time this weekend to even think of that man.

“Hey.” I rest my hand over his and shift my gaze to the floor. “While the cum rag did its job, I still feel a little sticky. Will you take another shower with me?”

He lets out a low chuckle. “Yeah, I can do that.”

After a quick shower—and another orgasm Jigsaw insisted was necessary—we’re both under the covers again. His hot, naked skin pressed up against mine. He strokes his fingers along my side, lulling me into a sleepy, contented state.

“We’re going to be fine. No matter what.” He brushes his lips over my shoulder.

I assume he’s referring to the missing condom. I can’t even let myself think about that right now.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Can I ask you something?”

Still floaty from the shower orgasm and half asleep, I’d pretty much agree to anything Jigsaw asked of me.

My lips curve into a dopey smile. “Always.”

“What did your ex say to you?”

Well, that’s enough to wake me right up.

I flip over and stare at him. “What?”

“Why…or how did someone make you feel like you were ‘broken in the s-e-x department?’ That’s what you said to me.” A deep frown creases his brow as he studies my face. “When you asked me for lessons? Will you tell me now?”

With one question my lovely afterglow bursts into flames of mortification.

“Why?” I yank the sheet up over my body, tucking it around my breasts. “Everything has been so nice this weekend. Why would you bring up something bad?”

“I love having you up here with everyone.” He lifts one shoulder. “I thought you trusted me enough by now.”

“I do trust you. I’ve told you things much more important than that. So, why does it matter?” It’s not the fear of him agreeing that I’m boring in bed holding me back anymore. I can’t stand the thought of him knowing that someone else saw me that way. I don’t want to remember anything about Daniel. Especially not now . “Are you afraid that we wouldn’t be together if I hadn’t asked for your…assistance?”

His frown deepens. “Not exactly.”

I trace my finger over his cheek and along his jaw. “I liked you the first time I met you.”

Which was right after I saw Daniel and he brought up all those awful feelings for me again.

It doesn’t matter.

I still liked Jigsaw when I ran into him at the wedding. Trusted him enough to make my ridiculous request. Daniel has nothing to do with us.

And God help me, I think I’m in love with him now. Even if I am too chicken to admit it and terrified he doesn’t feel the same way.

He captures my hand in his and brings it to his lips, dusting a light kiss against my inner wrist. “I liked you too.” One corner of his mouth slides up. “Well, I lusted after you. Deeply.”

Daniel always made me feel as sexy as a bag of frozen cauliflower. That Jigsaw found me instantly attractive melts some of my hesitation. “Even in all my protective gear?”

“Yeah,” he answers in a solemn tone. “You were so careful and caring with the person you were working on, but then you got all cute and flustered when I tried talking to you.”

“You didn’t try anything. You invaded all my senses.” My lips twitch. “In an electrifying way.”

“Electrifying.” He nods slowly. “That’s how I felt. Your eyes. They’re like staring into a storm—powerful, beautiful, and possibly dangerous.”

“You made me feel seen for the first time in a very long time.”

He dips down and presses his lips to mine. “I see nothing but you.”