Collect the Pieces (Lost Kings MC #25)

Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Margot

Later in the afternoon, we return to our room to pack up our stuff. I take a quick shower and wrap myself in a towel. As I step out of the bathroom with my toiletries in my hand, I find Jigsaw at the closet, flipping through the few items I’d hung up Friday night.

I stop and stare at him. “Why are you looking through my clothes?”

Jigsaw tugs a garment off one of the hangers, leaving it swinging on the bar, and turns to face me.

“I saw this.” He holds up the one dress I brought in case Saturday dinner was a more formal affair. It’s nothing fancy. Black flowy material with white roses dotted over it and a row of buttons down the front.

“I think it’ll be a little small on you but give it a try.” I giggle and drop my stuff on the end of the bed.

“Margot.” He draws out my name in a seductive, teasing tone. “You have any idea how many times this weekend I’ve thought about getting you alone in the woods while you’re wearing one of your sexy dresses?”

The simmering desire in his eyes and his low voice spikes my pulse. “Not as many times as I have.”

He hums a low, delicious sound of disagreement and slowly shakes his head. “No. In my version, I’m chasing you, and when I catch you, I fuck you so hard you scream loud enough to chase the birds from the trees.”

“Oh.” I gasp. A vivid picture slides through my mind and my core throbs with approval. “I like your version.”

“Great.” He tosses the dress on the bed. “Put it on.”

I reach for the dress, dragging it closer. “Now?”

“Look at me.” His voice is low and commanding.

I shift my gaze from the dress to him.

“Right fucking now.”

My fingers tighten around the fabric, anticipation coiling through me as all the different ways this will play out flicker through my mind.

“Uh, those are really sexy on you.” I nod to his simple black sweatpants, hanging low on his hips and doing nothing to hide the sharp cut of his V-line. Bare-chested, every carved muscle and inch of inked skin stands out. The ridges of his abs, the flex of his shoulders. Standing so casually yet looking effortlessly lethal.

Who knew sweatpants could be such a turn-on?

He lowers the waistband and grips his hardening length, showing off. “Easier to free my cock.” He snaps the waistband into place. “Now, hurry up.” He reaches into the dresser drawer and tosses a bra and panty set to me.

Keeping my gaze fixed on him, I drop the towel.

His chest rises and falls faster.

I slowly slip on my bra and clasp it into place. My hands shake as I step into my panties and drag them up my legs.

“I usually wear something else under my dresses,” I admit, embarrassment nudging my desire aside. “I’ll feel a little naked in just this underneath.”

“Like what?”

I point to the dresser. “Little shaper shorts.” I rub my hand over my tummy and hips. “To smooth everything.”

“Margot, it’s just you and me. Going to play in the woods.” He slides his hot gaze over my body. “And I love your everything .”

I open my mouth to protest, but why? We’re about to indulge in a mutual fantasy and I’m worried about my tummy bulge?

Without another word, I slip the dress over my head and carefully work each tiny button closed.

The scrape of a dresser drawer pulls my attention up. Jigsaw takes out a dark blue hooded sweatshirt. He slings it over his arm. “I’m bringing this just in case.”

“Just in case what?”

“Your dress doesn’t survive.”

It takes a second for his meaning to sink in. “Oh.” I stare down at the black floral pattern and shrug. It’s for a good cause.

“One more thing.” He picks up the little pink bottle of warming lube on the nightstand. The click of the cap seems louder than it should. “Lift your dress for me.”

“What? Why?”

He tilts his head and stares at me until I comply.

I drag it up slowly, the soft fabric rustling against my legs.

“Higher.”

I bunch it around my waist.

“Good.” He steps closer and dribbles a few beads of the clear fluid on his fingers. “Let’s spice things up a little.”

“You’re about to chase me through the woods and mount me like a wild animal. Already seems kind of spicy.”

“Funny.” He slips his hand into my panties. I inch my feet apart and tilt my hips without him even asking. He inhales a deep, shuddery breath. “Good girl. You’re as eager to try this as I am.”

I lick my lips, then gasp as he gently rolls his slippery fingers around my clit. I’m already so worked up, dizzy, and excited, it doesn’t take long to bring me close to orgasm.

“Not yet.” He withdraws his hand and kisses my cheek.

“That’s mean.” I rub my thighs together. “I don’t feel anything…different.”

He glances at the bottle. “I don’t want to use too much the first time we try it. In case it’s too intense for you.”

“Intense?” I raise my eyebrows. Why hadn’t I thought of that?

He turns the bottle toward me, so I can read the label. “It’s supposed to be edible. If it starts to bother you,” his voice lowers to a deep rasp, “I’ll lick off every drop.”

My knees buckle.

He grabs a strip of condoms from the nightstand and shoves them in his pocket. “Don’t want to forget these.”

I almost open my mouth to say, since we already forgot them once this weekend, why ruin the fantasy ? But after the way he reacted to me holding the babies earlier, it doesn’t seem like something to joke about.

Instead, I slip my sneakers on while he shrugs into a T-shirt.

“Let’s go.” He opens the door.

Downstairs, we run into Sparky and Stash, hanging out in the living room. I feel like I have a glowing sign above my head that announces o ff to fornicate in the woods.

But Jigsaw’s smooth and calm. He gives them a casual greeting and keeps right on walking toward the front door.

As we step outside, warmth spreads from my center. More than what I already feel. “I think it’s starting to do something.”

Jigsaw stops at the bottom of the stairs. “Good something or bad something?”

My eyebrows draw together in concentration. “Good for now.”

“Okay.”

Jigsaw glances inside the big garage. None of the trucks or SUVs that had been in it Friday night are there now. He keeps moving toward the same path we took to the bonfire.

When we reach the cinder block circle and charred remains, he stops.

“You ready?” He cups my face and presses a gentle kiss to my lips, stealing my answer.

The warmth and tingling intensify. Is it the arousal gel, or just him?

Breathless, I pull away.

“Do we need some rules?” I ask, my voice quivering with excitement. “Are you going to count to ten? Your legs are a lot longer than mine. To make it fair, you should give me a good head start.”

“Margot, it’s just a game.” He strokes his knuckles over my cheek. “It doesn’t matter where you run or how fast. We both know when I catch you, I’m going to fuck you,” he says in the most maddeningly seductive tone possible. “That’s the only rule.”

Need throbs between my legs. If he keeps talking to me like that, I won’t be able to run. This clearing actually looks like a perfectly good spot. He could sit with his back to that tree while I pull my dress up, straddle his lap and…

He sets his hands on my shoulders and turns me around. “If you go up this hill and to the right, you’ll eventually come to a clearing where there’s a semi-circle of tiered stone benches and a big slab of stone.”

I peer at him over my shoulder. “Sounds very Roman Empire.”

His lips tilt. “ If you make it that far. Don’t keep going. The path will narrow again and hook up with the trail that leads right to the parking lot.”

“Wait, what if someone sees us?”

He tilts his head toward the path. “Garage was empty. They brought the kids down to Teller’s earlier. Wrath went to work.” He shrugs. “I don’t think anyone goes out there unless there’s a formal event or something.”

Wow, he gave this a lot of thought. My desire ratchets up about a thousand degrees. “But you don’t know for sure…”

“That’ll be part of the fun.”

I frown, hating that I’m asking this. “You’ve never done this before, right?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to chase.” He presses his lips to my ear. “To hunt down. Fuck like a savage. Only you.”

I’m breathing hard but my nose tingles, like I’m on the verge of crying for some reason. How can something so crude also be so sweet?

He squeezes my hips, then releases me, almost like a wild animal he’s setting free.

That’s exactly how I feel as my feet start moving. Wild. Absolutely nuts. A little silly. And frantically praying he catches me soon.

My sneakers crash and pound over the mossy earth. My pulse is so loud in my ears, it feels like I’m covering more ground than I actually am. I’m tingling all over. Desperate for him to catch me but also afraid of our game ending. My heart’s on fire.

How long will he wait before coming after me?

The crunch of a stick echoing behind me propels my feet faster.

Don’t look back .

Another snap of a branch.

I squeal and dodge around trees, leap over branches, and skitter over pine needles.

But I keep going.

More crashing through the woods. Leaves crunching. Twigs cracking.

Heavy footsteps accelerating.

My heart pounds.

My clit throbs.

The clearing Jigsaw mentioned must be ahead. Tall, gray stones and overgrown grass are just barely visible through the trees.

Will I make it?

My body trembles with the thrill of being captured. Can’t wait to feel his arms around me. But I still keep running.

He’s close.

So close, his heavy breathing is a growl in my ear.

He’s right behind me!

He slams into my back, the force knocking the breath from my lungs. His arms wrap tight around my waist, stopping me from falling forward. A squeak of surprise bursts past my lips. He’s a solid wall of muscle against my back. Strong enough to lift me off the ground, while my legs flail in the air.

“Gotcha,” he says against my ear. He noses my hair out of his way and licks the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, then grazes his teeth against my skin. “You gave a good chase.”

What a liar, he’s barely out of breath and I can’t catch mine.

He carries me easily to a small rectangle of blue stone at the base of a tree—only large enough to be a bench for woodland fairies or a resting spot for a bunny.

“Put your feet down.” He lowers me until my toes touch the rock. It’s just big enough for my sneakers, leaving my heels hanging off the edge a bit. “There you go. Good girl.” He pats my behind.

He gently presses his hand between my shoulder blades. “Brace yourself.”

I grasp the trunk, my nails scratching against rough bark.

He kneels behind me and slowly lifts my dress, trailing kisses behind my knees and higher. I shift my feet, embarrassed my thighs are so slick. I moan and shiver with excitement when he hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags them down to my knees.

He brushes his lips against the backs of my legs, then slides his hand between my thighs.

“Fuuuck,” he breathes out. He teases his finger along my slit. “You’re so wet. You liked being chased?”

“Only by you.” I sag against the tree, hugging it more than bracing myself against it. “I want you so much.” I don’t even care how desperate I sound.

“That’s good.” There’s a crinkling and rustling of fabric. “Because I’m so fucking hard for you.” He taps my hip. “Stick your ass out for me a little more.”

He nudges my entrance with his cock and I gasp, lifting on my toes.

“Easy,” he warns, sliding in slow. Taking his sweet time. He groans and curses. Rough fingers dig into my hips.

With the first hard push, my cheek scrapes bark, and I wince. “Ow.”

“Aw, shit.” He pulls out. “Come here.” He captures me around the waist again, bunching my dress up against my stomach while he carries me away from the tree.

I kick my legs, my underwear falling to my ankles. Keeping me tight to his body with one arm, he slips one hand between my legs. “Look at you showing off your pretty pussy to the entire forest,” he teases as he strokes two fingers over my clit.

A mixture of laughter and moaning bubbles out of me.

The man must have abs, glutes, and quads of steel. He lowers us to the ground where I end up on top of him, then quickly rolls us. Keeping one arm under my head, protecting me from the ground, he hooks his other one behind my knee, spreading me wide. He settles between my thighs and thrusts in all the way.

“Oh!” I yelp.

“Take it.” He covers my mouth with his, kissing me deep.

I wrap my arms around his neck and my other leg around his waist. He hums encouraging noises into my mouth, his tongue licking and stroking mine. He breaks away panting, staring down at me with an absolutely feral gleam in his eyes.

“Tell me you like this.” He pumps in and out of me at a frantic pace. “You like your man hunting you down.” His thrusting slows but he stops to grind himself into me. “Fucking you out in the open.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” My hands fall to his shoulders.

He growls and slides his hand out from under my head. I fall back on soft earth and stare up at him as he gathers my wrists in one hand and pins them above me.

“Yes.” His eyes widen with satisfaction. “That’s nice.” He releases my leg.

“Please,” I whisper. “I want to come.”

He kisses my forehead. “Come, baby.” He squeezes my thigh. “Lock your legs around me.”

I lift my hips and cross my ankles, finding a new delicious angle. With my arms still pinned, I use my legs for leverage, working myself against him.

“That’s it,” he encourages. His fingers play with the buttons of my dress. They’re too tiny to undo one-handed. He dips down and bites at the fabric, tearing at it with teeth and fingers until buttons go flying. He scrabbles with the cup of my bra, tugging it down until he frees one breast.

His desperation to see my body outside in broad daylight triggers something deep inside me. My thighs tremble.

“Fuck yes,” he growls as he sucks my nipple between his lips and flicks his tongue against the tip. The zip of electricity from the wet suction of his mouth travels straight to my core. Brutal pleasure throbs from my clit, spreading down my legs and through my body. I spasm around him so hard, he groans.

The sensations intensify. I grunt and scream with the overwhelming, painful pleasure.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Come for me. Be as loud as you want. I got you.”

The pressure builds and builds, another scream ripping from my throat. A sound unholy in its intensity. Terrifying. I’ve never been comfortable being loud or demanding in any way. But I can’t stop.

The contraction doesn’t end—it subsides, then intensifies. It goes on and on, leaving me shaking and tears spilling from the corners of my eyes.

I’m gasping for breath when Jigsaw releases my wrists and rolls us until I’m on top of him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans and yanks my dress open wider, frees my other breast from my bra. “Don’t stop moving.” He squeezes my thighs. “Ride me like a good girl.”

“I…I…I…am.” I gasp and shudder, pressing my palms flat against his abdomen and working my hips like a maniac. “Oh!” My body stretches tight and slows. Bone-melting bliss soars through me.

Jigsaw groans and clamps his hands over my hips, rocking me up and down. His body shakes and jerks under me as his release hits him.

I grin like an idiot when his eyes finally drift open. I’ve never been so thoroughly pleased with myself. This strong man who effortlessly chased me through the woods and manhandled my body is now spent and shaking beneath me.

He cups my cheeks. “Dream come true.”

Me, or what we just did? “That was…I don’t know. You fucked the words out of me.” Giggling, I fall against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

“I don’t know if I can move,” he mumbles after a few heartbeats of silence.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The angle his body’s sprawled on the ground at doesn’t seem comfortable or supportive.

“No.” He grabs my elbow, lifting my arm and inspecting my skin. “Did I hurt you ?”

I roll my wrists a few times. “No.” I stretch my neck and kiss along his jaw. My body’s buzzing and languid at the same time.

I sit up and carefully disentangle myself from him, kneeling awkwardly on the ground by his side.

“Sorry about your dress.” He grips the edges and tries to close it but without the buttons it hangs loose. The satisfied grin on his face sort of negates the apology.

Laughing, I tuck my breasts back into my bra. “You did warn me.” One bra strap loosens and swings free. “Oh no.” I gasp and giggle at the same time.

“And your bra.” He reaches for my hair, plucking leaves, twigs, and pine needles from it.

He sits up and carefully tugs off the condom and rolls his pants up in a move that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. Everything this man does makes me want to jump on him.

“Give me a second.” Twigs snap and leaves crinkle as he walks into a grove of trees.

“You don’t happen to see my panties anywhere, do you?” I call out.

His warm, rumbling laughter floats back to me.

The sweatshirt he brought is mashed flat against the ground. At least his back had some protection while I rode him like a crazed cowgirl. I stand on wobbly legs and shake them out.

“Found ‘em.” Jigsaw dangles my underwear over my shoulder. Leaves and dirt cling to the plain white satin. “Not sure you want to put them back on, though.”

“Give me those.” I grab them and ball them up in my fist.

“Stand still.” Soft, gentle tugs on my hair keep me straight as an arrow as he pulls more debris from each strand. “Maybe try flipping your hair and shaking it out.”

“How bad is it?” I bend at the waist and sweep my hair forward, wiggling my fingers through it. Dirt and pine needles flutter to the ground.

I flip it back and try to tame the wild waves with my fingers. “Better?”

He presses his lips together, like he’s trying not to deliver bad news. “Less leaves. But you still look like you copulated with a wild animal.”

I poke my finger in his side. “I did.” I snort-laugh and raise my eyebrows. “Copulate, huh?”

“I loved the dictionary when I was a kid.” He grins and tugs the zipper on my sweatshirt up over my open dress. “I was keen to know each and every synonym for sex.”

“As are most kids.”

“Come on.” He holds out his hand. “Let’s go clean up. I want to get you home before it gets late.”

I try not to pout that our weekend’s over. As we walk back to the clubhouse, I’m not self-conscious or worried about running into anyone while looking so rumpled and messy.

It feels like I left that piece of myself behind—shed the shy, nervous part of me and left her with the leaves and moss.

And what’s left of me feels free, wild, and untamed.