Chapter Twenty-Three
It’s been two days since Adalyn admitted to me that she is scared of her father. Two days since I charged into church, something my father always forbade, and demanded they help the girl. Two days of being told they are trying to figure out the best plan of action.
Still, I am trying to remain patient. I check in on her every day, several times a day. It’s crazy that in a matter of weeks Adalyn has become someone I truly care about. It’s like we trauma-bonded over shit in our lives and decided that we were stuck together.
Now it is killing me to know that she is stuck with that man without a way out. I really hope my guys can pull through on this one. She deserves some light in her life.
“You’re not even watching the movie,” Bullet whispers against my ear.
He has been the only thing keeping me from going in and saving Adalyn myself. He has been by my side, only leaving when absolutely necessary. I’ve been the good girl I promised and not left when he is gone. He still leaves someone to watch me, but it feels voluntary now that I see why he does it.
I always knew club life wasn’t a game, but it’s becoming more real to me each day. Maybe this is why my dad wanted me to stay away from it, but destiny had other plans. I am meant to be here with Bullet. I can feel it in my bones.
“I have a lot on my mind,” I tell him, turning over so I can press a kiss to his lips.
The couch isn’t huge by any means, but he moves over, making space for me.
“Is there something I could do to help?” he asks.
I smirk at him. “Distract me.”
He brushes the hair off of my face. “How would you like me to do that?”
“With your mouth,” I tell him, leaning up to take his lips once more.
He doesn’t disappoint. He kisses me back with as much passion as I kiss him. It’s in moments like this that I can let the rest of the world fall away. It’s just me and Bullet in our own little world. Nothing can touch me here.
Of course I know that’s not true, but it’s what I wish. I take every little moment I can. I know better than most that anything can change in a second, so grab onto happiness while you can.
Pulling his body more on top of me, I spread my legs until he is settled between them.
I can feel the heat of his body against mine, the hardness of his growing cock pressed to my center through the thin boxers he put on to relax in.
I’m wearing my own pair of thin sleep shorts with nothing in between.
These two thin pieces of fabric are the only things keeping us apart.
I want to feel him inside me. I want to give him the part of me that I have been saving my whole life. I think at sixteen, I knew it was going to be him. I knew I wanted him to be the one to take the last shred of my innocence away.
Now, years later, here we are. Lying on my parents’ couch as we make out. Hands wandering each other’s bodies as if we cannot get enough.
“Jacob, I want you to take my virginity,” I whisper to him.
He freezes, pushing himself up to look down at me. “You haven’t?” He looks down to where we are connected.
“No. I wanted it to be special. With you it will be,” I tell him, praying he won’t be weird about this.
He looks up at me with compassion in his eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you need to do this.”
“I want to, Jacob. I have for a long time. Don’t deny me now,” I plead with him.
He presses a sweet, chaste kiss to my lips. “Never. I’d never deny you anything you ask of me.”
When he pulls himself up from the couch, I frown. “Where are you going then?”
He holds out his hand to me. I take it without question.
“First, we aren’t having sex on the couch for your first time. We will go to your bed. Second, we need a condom. I happen to have one in my pants,” he says as he leads me down the hall to my room.
“Just in case you get hit with the need to fuck someone?” I ask, hating the insecurity in my voice.
He stops, cupping my cheek. “In case you ever gave me the blessing of being able to make love to you. Only you. I told you that it’s only you from here on, and I meant it.”
“I know. Sometimes I don’t know how you could want someone like me,” I admit to him.
He presses me against the wall next to my door. “You are beautiful, smart, kind-hearted, and sassy as hell. You are everything I could ever hope for in a woman. How could I not want you? Hell, I have a feeling I’ll be beating men off with a fucking stick to keep them away from you.”
“I’m also an emotional mess. I fuck up a lot.
I’m getting my life together, but I’m not there.
You asked me if I was sure, which I am, but I should be asking you.
Are you sure you want to tie yourself to me because once we do this, my heart will be yours?
From now until the end of time.” I give him the out I don’t want to, but I feel he deserves it.
“You have gone through some shit and had to work through those emotions. That doesn’t make you damaged, Angel.
You were forged in the fire of grief and trauma, but you came out the other side a new woman.
One I am more than proud to be able to call mine.
Don’t ever question how I feel for you, Harlee.
It’s the most real thing I have ever felt in my life. ”
My eyes tear at his words as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Good, because I lied. You have owned my heart since I was sixteen.”
He laughs. “You had a schoolgirl crush on me? Was that why you were so mean to me?”
“I didn’t know how to handle my feelings. You really had no clue?” I ask.
“Honestly? No. You were Honk’s kid, and I was a prospect trying to impress the club. I couldn’t see anything outside my own little world.”
I swallow hard. “And now?”
“Now I see you. I want you. I love you, Angel,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine softly.
“I love you too.”
I let my hands trail down his chest until I reach the waistband of his boxers. Slowly I start to push them down as I drop to my knees.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m getting you ready to show me how deep your love runs.”
Leaning forward, I take him in my mouth, but he pulls me off in the next second.
“I’m more than ready. I’ll grab the condom while you get naked. I want you on that bed waiting for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I purr at him, loving when his cock jumps at the phrase.
Then I do as he demands because as much as he won’t deny me, I also won’t deny him.
I guess that’s why we are a perfect match.
When he stares at me over his shoulder while he messes with his pants, I see the truth there.
He truly does love me. I only hope our love is enough.
I cannot believe that she thinks for even a second that I would want anyone else but her.
It’s like once I opened my eyes and truly saw her, my entire soul rewrote itself to fit her needs.
It didn’t happen the moment I saw her, like in romance movies or books.
Instead, it took time for me to get my head out of my ass and see the beautiful woman in front of me.
I won’t lie. When I first took her under my wing at nineteen, I was doing it out of obligation.
Eleanor was always kind to me. She became a second mother to me.
Honk never hazed me quite like the other guys did either.
He always treated me with respect. So when Eleanor died and Honk fell apart, I felt it my duty to step in and be what their family needed to make it by.
That first year was especially rough. Honk drank himself stupid, and Harlee took that as the guidebook to dealing with grief and did the same.
Over the past year or so, though, I saw her struggling.
She slowly started to come out of the stupor that she found herself in.
That’s when I saw her strength. Her resilience.
It’s when my eyes opened. I don’t think I can ever close them again.
Grabbing the condom from my pocket, I make my way back to her.
I cannot believe she is bestowing this gift upon me.
She saved her virginity for a reason. She says I am part of that reason, but I think it is more than that.
I think her parents taught her not to give anything freely.
I hope she knows that I will work every day to earn the right to make her happy. I will go to war for her if needed.
“I’m going to make this as easy as possible for you. It will hurt at first, but I will go as slow as you need,” I tell her as I take in her naked form.
She is beyond sexy. My cock is already leaking at the sight of her.
“You don’t need to handle me with kid gloves, Jacob. My mother had the talk with me. I understand what will happen. I still want it.”
Her eyes are clear with determination. I won’t ask her again.
Climbing onto the bed, I move down until I am at the apex of her thighs.
She opens her legs for me, making space for me.
Without a word, I go to work. I lick and suck her into a frenzy, stopping just before she finds release.
I need her as needy as hell if I have any shot of making this pleasurable for her.
I won’t ever admit this to her, but it scares me a little to be her first. I’ve never been anyone’s first before.
I don’t know how to handle it, but I’ll do my best for her.
After a third round with my tongue, I slowly insert one finger inside of her. She’s tight as hell. I let her get used to the digit before I add a second. She is squirming underneath me, curses falling from her lips when I don’t let her find her own pleasure.
“Be patient,” I tell her, spreading my fingers inside of her as I study her face for any discomfort.
She doesn’t give any indication that it hurts, so I add a third. That’s when I see it. the slight wince.
“Good girl. You’re going to take my cock so beautifully. Look at how you are taking my fingers. I’m so proud of you.”
“Jacob, fuck. Please. I need more.”
“You want my cock?” I ask.
“Yes,” she moans.
“I need to hear you say it,” I tell her.
“I want your cock inside of me right the fuck now,” she practically yells as I pull away once again.
“As you wish, Angel.”
Getting to my knees, I slide the condom onto my cock. She stares at my cock with half-lidded eyes, so I stroke myself twice before I position myself between her legs.
“This is going to hurt. If you need me to stop, tell me.”
She bites her lip and nods as she reaches up to slide her hands around my neck.
I lean down, kissing her softly as I slowly press inside of her. The resistance feels amazing against my cock, but it also has me worried for her. I attempt to pull back, but her hands find their way into my hair, pulling me closer.
She thrusts her hips up, taking more of my cock inside of her. I can feel her face twitch at the intrusion, but she doesn’t stop kissing me. If anything, she kisses me harder.
Pulling out slightly, I thrust back in, going in further. I get up at a slow pace until I am fully seated inside of her, her hymen broken by my cock.
I give her a moment to breathe as I kiss every piece of skin I can reach from her face to her neck to her nose. Whatever I can do to ease the pain.
“I’m okay. Move,” she hisses at me after a moment.
I pull back and look into her eyes. Then I start to thrust inside of her.
“Such a good girl. I knew you would be able to take my cock. Look down. See how we are joined. Isn’t it quite a sight?”
She looks down, and I follow her gaze. I can see the red tinting my cock as I slide in and out of her.
“You were built for me, weren’t you? Saving this for me. I love you so much, Angel. I’m going to prove that now. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Reaching down between us, I start to circle her clit. Her body responds the way I expected it to, arching to get closer. I keep up the pressure and pace until her moans are more high-pitched.
This is when I would usually back off and edge her until she is a withering mess, but not tonight. Not for the first time.
No, instead I let her orgasm, clenching around me so tightly that I lose control, rutting into her until I find my own release. When I finally stop, I kiss her eyes, then her cheeks, before pressing chaste kisses onto her lips.
When her eyes blink open, I see a smile on her lips, and I smile back at her.
“That was amazing. Better than I imagined,” she tells me.
“It didn’t hurt?” I ask her.
“At first, but it was more of a burn than a pain. It almost felt good in a way. I liked it,” she tells me.
“Good. If you don’t enjoy it, then I don’t. Let me get you cleaned up, and then we can cuddle.”
She giggles. “You cuddle after sex? The big bad biker?”
I laugh, standing as I move to her trash can she keeps next to her desk and throw away the used condom.
“With you, I always cuddle. I always want you in my arms. I’ll be right back,” I tell her, leaning over to kiss her.
Then I go down the hall to the bathroom, cleaning myself before grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. I take it back down the hall to her and carefully clean her pussy. She lets me, looking down at me with adoration in her eyes. I know the same is reflected because I am totally gone for this woman.
When I finally climb into bed, she comes into my arms willingly.
It’s at that moment I find what I have always been looking for.
My home.