Chapter 10
Chaos
The party's roaring like a goddamn beast. Bodies grinding, chicks with tits out, cocks swinging free as brothers and club girls fuck right there on the couches, against the walls, not giving a shit who's watching.
It's our world, raw and unfiltered, but when I glance down at Rowan tucked under my arm, her eyes are wide, cheeks flushed.
Fuck, this is too much for her too soon. She's been through hell yesterday and today.
I tighten my grip on her waist, pulling her closer as I steer us toward the stairs. "C'mon, darlin'. Let's get outta here before these assholes scar you for life."
She nods, her small hand fisting my cut like it's a lifeline. God, she's tough. Stood tall when I claimed her as my ol’ lady in front of the club.
Ol’ lady. I have an ol’ lady now.
In our world, that means more than rings and vows. Fury's my VP, my right hand in club business—runs, deals, the brother I'd trust with my life in a firefight. Rowan? She's my right hand now in everything else—in life. Forever. No turning back.
We hit the stairs, and I feel the heat building in my veins already.
My dick's been half-hard since she sidled up to me to stake a claim of her own in front of my brothers.
I want her. Bad. Want to bury myself inside her, every inch, fuck her until all she can see is me, until she forgets all the bad that's ever touched her.
All night long. No interruptions, no holding back.
I kick the door to my room open, drag her in, and lock it behind us. I turn to her, and damn, she's a vision. That soft, curvy little body in jeans and a tee, hair tousled. Her eyes meet mine, big and trusting, but there's a flicker of nerves there.
"You okay, sweetheart?” I ask, stepping close, cupping her face in my hands. Her cheeks are soft as silk.
She swallows, nods. "Yeah. It's just...a lot to process.”
I chuckle low, pressing my forehead to hers. "Yeah, club parties get wild. But you're mine now, Rowan. No one's touchin' you but me. Ever."
Her breath hitches, and fuck, that sound goes straight to my cock. I kiss her then, hard and deep, my hands sliding under her ass cheeks, lifting her as I walk us toward the bed. My tongue tastes her sweetness, and she moans into my mouth. Her hands clutch my shoulders.
I drop her on the bed and strip her shirt off, tossing it aside, then yank mine over my head. Her tits are magnificent, nipples hard little peaks through her bra. I unhook it with one hand, letting it fall, and palm those perfect breasts, thumbs circling the buds until she's arching into me.
"Chaos," she whispers, voice shaky with need.
"Call me Jace when we're like this," I murmur against her neck, nipping the skin. "Just you and me."
"Jace.” It comes out like a plea, and I'm done.
I push her back onto the bed, shove her jeans down, and hook my thumbs in her panties too, stripping her bare.
She's fucking gorgeous, all smooth curves and that pretty pussy with a patch of dark curls.
My mouth waters. Kneeling between her legs, I spread them wider.
"Goddamn, baby. Look at you. So wet for me already." I run a finger through her gleaming folds, and she's slick, coating me instantly. She gasps, hips bucking. "You want this? Want me to make you feel good?"
"Yes," she breathes, eyes locked on mine. "Please."
I grin, dark and hungry. "Gonna fuck you raw tonight, sweetheart. No condom. Never gone without one before—I’m clean and always careful. But you? You're it for me. Only woman I'll ever be inside from now on. You good with no condom?”
Her eyes widen, but she nods, biting her lip. "I'm... I'm not on birth control."
That stops me cold. I freeze, finger still teasing her entrance. "What?"
“I’ve never needed…” She blushes deeper, looking away. "I've never...been with anyone. Like that."
My brain short-circuits. “Are you sayin’ you're a virgin?"
"Yeah." Her voice is small, but she meets my gaze again.
Holy fuck. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, but my mind's reeling. She's untouched. And she’s with me. Me, with all my scars and sins. "How far you gone with anyone? Tell me."
"Nothing," she admits, voice steady now. “I haven’t done anything. No one's ever touched me. You were my first kiss. My first real one."
Pride swells in my chest. Pride and possessiveness. Call me a caveman, I don’t fucking care. She's mine. All mine. No one else's hands on her, no memories but the ones I'll give her. But it changes things.
I ain’t about to have her first time be hard and rough with a half-drunk fucker rutting into her like some animal.
No, she deserves time and attention and care.
Tonight ain't gonna be about me. I’ll wait.
I’ll take it slow for her. My dick will hate me, but my girl deserves it.
I'm gonna worship her. Make her come so hard she sees stars, show her what pleasure really is.
"Tonight's all for you, baby," I rasp, voice rough with restraint. “I’ll make you feel so good. No cock in that tight little pussy yet. Just my fingers, my tongue. You tell me if it's too much, got it?”
She nods, eyes gleaming with trust. "I want you, Jace. Anything and everything with you.”
Fuck, those words undo me. I lean down, kissing her deep, then trail my mouth lower.
Suck on her neck, her collarbone, down to those perky tits.
I take one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue, grazing with my teeth.
She arches, moaning, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I switch to the other, pinching the first between my fingers, rolling it until she's writhing.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I murmur against her skin. "Your nipples are so sensitive. Bet I could make you come just from suckin' 'em."
She whimpers, and I slide lower, kissing her stomach, her hips. Fuck, she's wet for me. I settle between her thighs, my breath hot on her skin. "Look at this pretty little pussy. All mine. All swollen for me. Gonna lick it until you're screamin'."
Her clit peeks out above her glistening pussy, begging for attention. I blow a breath over it, watching her shiver. She squirms, embarrassed but turned on, and I grin wickedly. "Gonna make you come on my tongue first.”
I dive in, tongue flat against her slit, lapping up her juices.
She tastes like heaven—sweet and tangy, all mine.
Her hips buck, a cry escaping her lips. I hold her down with one arm across her belly, using the other to part her folds.
I circle her clit with my tongue, slow at first, then faster, flicking it until she's panting.
"Oh God, Jace…that feels..."
I suck her clit into my mouth, humming, and her body trembles. But I don't stop. I slide one finger inside her—fuck, she's tight, walls clenching like a vice. I pump slow while my tongue works her clit relentlessly.
"You're so fuckin' tight, baby," I growl against her. "Gonna stretch you with my fingers. Imagine my cock in here, fillin' you up."
She moans louder, hips grinding against my face. I add a second finger, scissoring them, stretching her gently.
"Feel that? Gonna finger-fuck this tight cunt till you scream."
She gasps, hands fisting the sheets as I pump my fingers, curling them to hit that spot inside. My mouth latches back on her clit, sucking hard, tongue lashing. Her body's shaking, breaths coming in pants. "I... I feel... something..."
"Come for me, baby," I demand, voice rough. "Let go. Soak my fingers."
She shatters, back arching, a keening cry ripping from her throat. Her pussy pulses around my digits, juices flooding my hand. I lap it up, drawing out every aftershock, until she's limp and gasping.
"Good girl," I praise, kissing her inner thigh. "That's one."
I crawl up, claiming her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She's dazed, eyes glassy with pleasure, and it makes my cock jump.
"Shower time," I say, scooping her up like she weighs nothing. She yelps, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I carry her to the bathroom, kicking the door open.
The shower's big enough for two—hell, three if we wanted, but I won’t be sharing my girl. I crank the hot water, steam filling the air, and step under the spray with her in my arms. Water cascades over us, soaking her hair, running in rivulets down her curves.
I set her on her feet, grabbing the soap, lathering my hands. “I’m gonna wash you, baby. Every inch."
Starting at her shoulders, I massage the suds in, working down her arms, her back. She leans into me, sighing, and I turn her, soaping her tits, pinching her nipples until she moans. "Like that? My hands on you?"
"Yes," she whispers, eyes half-lidded.
I drop to my knees, water pounding my back, and wash her legs, thumbs digging into her thighs. Then up to her pussy, fingers sliding through her folds again, cleaning but teasing. She's sensitive, jumping at my touch.
"Spread for me," I order, and she does, bracing on the wall.
I rinse her off, then bury my face between her legs again, tongue delving deep. Water mixes with her taste, and I eat her like a starving man. Fingers join in, stretching her more, pumping steadily.
"Chaos... too much... I can't..."
"You can," I growl. "Come again, sweetheart. Drench my face."
She obeys, thighs clamping my head, body convulsing as another orgasm hits. I hold her up, licking her through it, until she's boneless.
Standing, I pull her against my chest, my cock nestled against her belly, aching. But I ignore it, focusing on her. "How you feelin'?"
"Amazing," she murmurs, smiling up at me, that warmth in her eyes hitting me like a punch.
We dry off, tumble back to bed. I hold her close, her head on my chest, fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her.
Tonight is her awakening. And fuck, it's just the beginning.