Collect the Pieces (Lost Kings MC #25)

Chapter 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Margot

“Margot,” Jigsaw whispers, urgency in his voice.

I blink. My room’s still dark. Only the suggestion of pale gray light glows around the edges of my curtains.

Jigsaw’s bigger body’s wrapped around me. Protective and possessive even though it’s just the two of us in my bed.

My body shifts, stretches, my butt grazing him. Heat sweeps over my skin. He’s hard. I roll my hips again. Between my legs I’m already aching for him.

A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and he presses himself tighter against my back. “Don’t distract me,” he rasps in his sleep-rough voice. “I need to tell you something.”

Now alarmed, I roll over. He props himself up on one elbow, eyebrows drawn down. His serious expression pulls me fully awake. He’s not waking me up for sex. “What? What’s wrong?”

His frown deepens. “Nothing’s wrong.” Then he reaches for me, cupping the side of my face. “I just…I can’t…”

I draw back, dislodging the covers as I go. Did he wake me up to…break up with me?

No. My gaze drops to his tight black boxer briefs. He wouldn’t wake up hard and insistent with someone he wanted to break up with, would he?

His jaw’s clenched tight and he’s studying me with that burning intensity that leaves me breathless and excited.

Not a breakup. Then what?

“Talk to me.” I reach for him, tracing my fingers over his shoulder and down his arm.

“Come back here.” He coils his arm around my waist and drags me closer this time. So tight to his front that I drape my leg over his hip.

He groans and grinds his hard length against my center. “Fuuuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t distract me.”

“How am I distracting you?” I ask with an innocent lilt. “You woke me up, remember? If it’s not to give me this,” I push my hips forward, gasping when his hardness nudges my clit, “then what?”

He breathes harder, like he’s running a marathon in his mind. “I love you, Margot.”

The heat simmering inside me explodes. “What?” I whisper.

“I think, no, I know, I’ve felt this for a while. But I’ve never…been in love.” His frown deepens. “I love my club, my brothers, my sister…so I know what it is, I think. But this is…so different than anything else. I love you.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to fuck this up.”

His gaze studies my face. Questioning. Waiting.

He might be braver than I am, but he needs to hear this as much as I did. “I love you too, Jensen.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he says. “You won’t hurt my feelings if?—”

“I love you,” I repeat.

He slides his erection against me and takes a shuddering breath. “I’m already fucking this up. I didn’t want to say it when we’re naked.”

“We’re not naked.”

“I very much want you naked.”

I run my fingers through his hair and cup his cheek. “I love you.”

He stares at me as if he can’t decide if I’m telling the truth. As if he wants to believe but can’t.

“I love you,” I say, with more force behind it. “I’ve wanted to tell you that…I’ve almost said it…but I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“Losing you. Scaring you away. Being too much.”

He drops his forehead to mine and breathes a deep sigh of relief. “Too much? I love everything about you. You could never scare me away. I’m afraid I’ll scare you away. I’m way too fucking needy when it comes to you.” A sharp scowl crosses his handsome face. “And I hate that I just said that out loud. But I trust you.”

“You’re not needy.” Or if he is, then so am I. I slide my body against his. His skin’s so warm, searing through my thin camisole. “You can say anything to me.” I press my lips to his. “Tell me anything. Everything.”

He rains kisses over my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, and down to my neck. “I love you.” He drags the straps of my top down my arms and kisses his way to the tops of my breasts. “I want to make love to you.”

“You already are.” In every touch of his lips against my skin. In every word he whispers, I feel it.

I don’t ask what this means about our future. Of where we go from here. I’m too happy to ask any question that might ruin the moment.

Jigsaw

Why’d I wait so long to tell her I love her? Because now that I’ve said it, I can’t stop saying it.

And by the fourth time she says it back, I actually believe her. But when she admits she held back because she was scared of losing me, that’s when the sappy shit really starts pouring out of my mouth.

“You could never scare me away,” I reassure her. “I’m afraid I’ll scare you away. I’m way too fucking needy when it comes to you.” Fuck, I can’t believe I just fucking admitted that. “And I hate that I just said that out loud. But I trust you.”

“You’re not needy,” she whispers, rubbing herself against my already painfully hard cock.

How wrong you are.

I think she misunderstood my level of neediness.

“You can say anything to me.” She brushes her lips against mine. “Tell me anything. Everything.”

Nope. Already came too close to admitting I want to be with her every second of the day. That even when we’re in the same bed, I dream about her. How I never have a single fucking nightmare when she’s sleeping next to me.

After visiting my sister and picking through all the garbage of our past, I thought for sure the nightmares would return with a swift vengeance. I should’ve been trapped in an endless loop of clawing at the locked door in my father’s basement, his voice in my ear, commanding me to repent. Or the other one, where I find Jezzie broken and bloodied, unable to answer me when I scream her name.

But the nightmares didn’t come.

It’s because of Margot. Having her curled up against me, breathing slow and steady, grounded me with every inhale.

So I finally said it.

And then I said too much.

I keep my mouth occupied kissing every inch of her, but she still has clothes in my way. “I love you.” I tug the straps of her top down and her breasts pop free. “I want to make love to you.”

“You already are,” she whispers in a breathless rush.

She pulls her arms free of the straps and I tug the material down, kissing each bit of skin I expose. I dip my tongue in her navel and her stomach quivers with laughter.

“Let’s take these off.” I twist her shorts down her legs, and she lifts her feet for me to take them all the way off. I sit back and admire her. All bare except for the little scrap of satin twisted around her waist. Heels on the mattress. Ready for me. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

She shyly drops her knees together.

“No.” I run my hands over her calves. “Open for me.”

She spreads her knees wider.

“Good. Stay like that.”

I slide off the bed and shove my boxer briefs off, then stop at the nightstand for a condom and toss it on the bed.

She rolls her head to the side, eyes on me the whole time.

I dive back on the bed, right between her thighs. My face inches from her pussy, her heat washing over me. I kiss her inner thigh and her breath stutters, body shaking.

I hook my arms under her legs, yanking her closer, and use my fingers to spread her open, exposing her glistening skin.

“I…I want…” She reaches down, resting her hand over mine.

I drag my tongue through her slit several times. Her body jerks and wiggles. Finally, I tease my tongue around her clit.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please,” she begs.

The evil part of me wants to tease her but I want her too much. I suck at her clit, tracing the tip of my tongue against her until she’s in a frenzy.

Her body tightens. Her hands claw at the sheets. She tries to clamp her legs around my head, but I press my hands against her thighs, keeping her spread open.

Harsh gasps and moans tear from her throat. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please.”

I groan against her wet skin, my promise not to stop.

She spears her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer.

Slowly, the tension drains out of her body. I suck and lick with less pressure until she lets out a contented sigh.

Desire wraps around my chest, pulling tight. I grab the condom, smooth it on and hook my arms under her knees again before she realizes what’s happening.

“Jensen?”

I slowly ease inside her.

“Oh God.” She lifts her head, watching with wide eyes while I sink all the way in. Her breaths turn short and choppy.

“Good?” I ask, shifting my gaze between where we’re joined and her face.

“Yes,” she moans, and drops her head back on her pillow.

Fire licks down my spine. Too soon.

Another tortured moan passes her lips. “Oh my God.”

“Come here.” I need her pressed up against me more than I need to breathe. I slip my arms under her and lift her into my lap, sitting back on my heels. Her tits squeeze against my chest, and she drapes her arms over my shoulders. “That’s better.”

She fuses her mouth to mine and starts rocking her hips.

I let out a sharp groan of surprise. The new angle and friction feel so fucking good. She breaks the kiss, panting and staring into my eyes.

“Don’t stop,” I warn her. “Don’t you dare.”

“No.”

“Lean back. I got you.”

She grabs my shoulders and arches her back, grinding herself into me.

White spots burst behind my eyes.

“I,” she gasps. “I’m so close.” She screams the last word.

Pleasure swells as she tightens around me. I groan and shudder, releasing her so she falls back on the bed. I fall over her, pounding into her so hard, the bed rattles. Groaning loud as I finally come.

I collapse over her, our sweaty bodies sticking together. She wraps her arms around me tight, kissing my cheeks, dragging her fingers through my hair. “I love you,” she murmurs over and over.

“Thank you.” I drop a kiss on her forehead and roll to the side before I crush her. “Give me a sec.”

I sit up, head spinning, and drop the condom in the small trash can near the nightstand.

She’s on her side, up on one elbow, beautifully naked when I turn around. I slide under the sheet and urge her closer. She eagerly settles against my side, running her hand all over my chest and abs.

“I love the way you touch me.”

She slows her soft strokes and slides her fingers down my arm. “Just checking to make sure you’re real.”