Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
JACK
I park my truck and switch off the engine before climbing out. I have just dropped Dom off at school, so I have the day to myself to have a look at my bike. She is making a thunking noise now and then. Plus, she needs a good cleaning.
Dom was bouncing with excitement going to school this morning. He was looking forward to telling his class about the baby arriving, and that this one was a boy.
Archer is the image of Royal and me, which is weird to say, but we went through it with Dom. He is a mini-me.
The club is rallying around the new parents, making sure that they have everything they need. Extra meals that can be heated up, any baby supplies because you know Tree never bought enough for when the time came. Tree was a baby buying machine.
When we were in the room a few days ago, watching my brother and his wife be completely in love with their newborn son, I had a strange sensation run down my spine. I know Royal felt it too because he looked me dead in the eyes for a second, then he gave his Ol’ Lady his attention, but the connection was there.
When I looked to Lilith, she was backing away from the group celebrating; she looked sad, spooked even, and I have no fucking clue why.
The soft smile she gave me was not enough to satisfy me that she was okay, so I intend to find out what made her sad. I do not like knowing she has been upset by anyone.
I spoke with my mom last night after Dom had gone to bed here at the club. Told her how I felt watching every one of my brothers starting their lives, and knowing how Dom deserves a good woman, a mother figure.
She agreed and told me that it was on me for not seeking anyone out, to see if I could find my ‘Dibs.’ At the baby shower, I called ‘Dibs’ on Lilith even though no fucker knew it was me. Well, Royal did, and so did Calder, but fuck me, the Phoenix charter brothers are man whores and they will never get near Lilith again.
Fucking Target.
My mom is right, I never actively looked for someone to settle down with; I have gone months with no sex, and it really didn’t bother me, unlike my brothers, before they found their Ol’ Ladies.
Seeing Lilith has had me waking up every fucking morning with a hard-on, my cock screaming to be buried deep inside of her. I jerk off to thoughts of her.
What she would taste like. What she would sound or feel like when she comes on my cock.
My dick thickens in my jeans but, shit, this is not the time or place. The guys see me here bulging in my pants and they would never let me live it down, especially since they know that I have not gotten laid in over three months.
Reaching for one of the tools to try and remove a part on my bike, I add pressure, but the fucker won’t move. Adding more effort the tool slips, slicing across my hand, making me bellow out in pain.
“FUCK!” I shake my hand, pushing to my feet.
“Jack?” the sweet voice of Lilith floats into the garage.
She sees me, blood dripping from my hand, and her eyes widen in shock, her lips part as she rushes to me.
“Oh my God, what happened? Come here.”
Leading me over to the sink in the corner of the garage, she turns on the faucet, the cold water hitting my injured hand and hers.
“We need to clean it.”
“It is okay, just a little cut, babe. I was trying to remove a nut, but the fucker wouldn’t shift, and the tool slipped. Got me good, but I don’t think I need stitches.”
I look down at my hand and the bleeding is already slowing down.
“See.” I smile at her.
“That looked worse than it was.” Her voice has gone soft now.
We say nothing for seconds, both of us looking where our hands are connected. She tries to pull hers away, but I don’t let her.
I bring my gaze up, scanning her from head to toe and liking very fucking much what I see. Her deep red hair, styled in two small braids that she has tied at the back of her head. Her make-up is barely there, and she is wearing a long mustard colored skirt, with a T-shirt tucked in at the waist with a sun image on the front.
“Why did you come here?”
Blinking, her gaze hits mine and shit, I want to bend her over and take her right here, so everyone knows she is mine. Her green eyes are filled with lust, but I see she is unsure also. Lilith isn’t the type of woman to sleep around with random men, she is the commitment type.
“Oh, um. I wanted to bring some new candies I made for Dom and Juni to try. The last batch I made for them got stolen by Calder when he and Kady came to my house for a visit.”
“Calder has been to your house?” I growl.
Fucker.
She blinks again at my tone, then swallows.
“Yes. He is with my cousin, so, yes, he is going to come to my house.”
“Why have I not been invited to try these candies? I bet they taste as sweet as you,” I say smoothly.
I inch closer to her.
Her breath hitches, and I smirk down at her.
“You don’t know how I taste,” she blurts out.
Then like she just realized what she said, her eyes go wide, making me chuckle.
“I’m sorry, I mean. Frick. I should go,” she stammers, and it is cute as hell.
“Not a fucking chance. Now I need a taste.”
I don’t give her a chance to reply, before I press my lips to hers.
Lilith is not some chick you kiss roughly; you savor her, take her gently until she is ready to add more heat to the touch. My uninjured hand cups her face, her soft skin against my rough palm. My other hand slips around her waist, praying that I get no blood on her clothing.
Our kiss is the kind that makes you see what you have been missing out on. It evokes a bunch of feelings and thoughts that I had once buried.
I inch closer.
Needing to be touching more of her.
Needing my body pressed to hers.
She whimpers into my mouth when my palm connects with her ass, giving it a squeeze, testing the waters with her. Lilith is not someone you can rush, or so I thought. Lilith pushes her tongue into my mouth, twisting hers with mine, leaving my cock a begging bulge in my pants.
“Shit.” I pull back, trying to catch my breath, her doing the same.
“Sorry,” she mutters.
Leaning back so I can look her in the eyes, I tilt her chin up so she can see me.
“What are you sorry for?” I ask. “I am sure as fuck not sorry for getting a taste of you finally.”
“It’s just. I don’t go around kissing men.”
“Thank fuck for that.” I grin at her.
“Why are you thankful?” Her cheeks are pink with a blush, and I like the look on her.
I pull my hands back from her body and wince when my hand makes contact with my thigh.
“Let me clean that better and bandage it up for you.”
“You going to look after me, baby? Do you have a naughty nurse’s outfit in the car?” I wink, making her blush tenfold.
I point to the cupboard where the first aid kit is kept.
“Behave, Jack.” Damn I love my name on her lips.
I step behind her as she looks through the box to see what she needs.
“Around you?” —I pause— “Never,” I declare.
She giggles then steps to one side, moving over to the clean countertop. I follow her like a fucking lost puppy because apparently she has that effect on me.
“Can you sit, please?” She points to a stool.
I follow her gentle command, offering her my injured hand. Keeping my focus on her, she gets to work cleaning the cut, making me hiss when she adds antibacterial spray.
“Sorry,”
“Are you really sorry, baby? Or are you secretly a masochist and like to torture unsuspecting men?” I joke with her, making her giggle.
“We all have to have our secrets, Jack.” She winks at me.
And fuck me, I am done.
“I bet you have some dirty secrets, Lil.” My voice is low, and I see the effect it has on her.
Her body shakes a little, her breathing changes.
Shit, I know they say that redheads are sweet on the outside but feisty on the inside and a freak in the bedroom, and fuck me, I am looking forward to finding out.
She looks at me from the corner of her eye, while still tending to my hand. My other hand is itching to touch her, to slide up under her skirt and touch her milky skin.
To see that pale skin turn pink when I fuck her. When she comes, to see her lips part is something I plan on making happen very soon, but I need to do shit right with Lilith, because I don’t want to scare her off. I want to keep her and make her mine.
“All done,” she whispers.
She has always been on the softer side, never one to make waves but is there when her people need her. Definitely Ol’ Lady material. Well, for me anyway.
“Baby, come here.” I shift my body, spreading my legs, hoping she steps between them, coming closer to me.
She hesitates, keeping her gaze firmly on mine. I think she sees that I will wait for her, because a sigh slips free then her body inches forward.
“This…” I motion between us “…Is scary. Everything worth having or trying is scary, babe. I was brought up in an MC, so I know about things being hard. Seeing some of the shit my club has seen, plus the shit I have seen on hunts, is something that makes you take note of what could be lost.”
When my grandfather passed, it hit us all hard. My father especially, but we pulled through it as a club; that is what the Rugged Skulls is all about.
Looking up at Lilith, she looks uncertain: biting her bottom lip, her fingers twist together showing her unease, but I don’t think it is about me, it is about the situation.
Knowing what I know about what her cunt of an ex did to her, and what her mother was and I have no doubt is still like to her, I can see why she would be nervous about not only starting something with me but with anyone.
Lilith is someone special, and it is on me to make her feel that, to show her that I will never hurt her.
She needs to see that not all men cheat and lie. Not all men go about hurting the women they plan to marry and spend the rest of their lives with. I would love to be put in a room alone with that motherfucker and beat the shit out of him, then thank him for letting her go, because now she is mine.
“We do this at your pace. If you want it, that is? You know there is something here, Lil.” I smirk at her.
She can tell me no, but I know she wants to say yes.
There has always been this underlying connection between us, but as I said, what happened with Dom sent her packing. Not that I blame her.
She nibbles her lip, her dainty fingers touching my name patch on my cut. Seconds tick by and as she takes her time sifting through her thoughts, my gut starts to tighten thinking she will reject me.
Even if she does, I will worm my way into her life so she has no choice but to pick me.
“Let me add this, in case it is something you are worried about. I will never cheat or hurt you, baby. It is not in my blood to hurt women. Once you are mine, you are mine until my last breath. That may seem intense as fuck, but this is who I am. Women in the past have held my attention for however long it took me to get off. Not one of them have I ever wanted around my son.”
Her nose wrinkles at my words, making me chuckle and tighten my hold on her thighs.
“I am no saint; I have been with women before, obviously, but do not get me wrong, I am nowhere near the level of whore that my brothers once were. You are different, Lilith. Dom likes you, the club likes you. Fuck, I like you. You have to have known that I had a crush on you when you came to visit.” I cock a brow at her.
Her eyes widen in shock and her kissable lips part, making my dick twitch behind my zipper.
“You did?” I nod at her question.
“Oh yeah, I used to jack off thinking of you, my teenage boy hormones were running wild, and you always played the starring role in my dreams.”
“Oh God.” She covers her face in embarrassment, but she doesn’t need to be.
“Baby, there is nothing wrong with masturbation. It is perfectly natural.”
“I know,” she blurts out, slapping her hand over her mouth before stepping back. “I have to go.”
“Lilith,” I call to her, but she runs to her car.
It is cute that she thinks she can run away after pretty much admitting that she masturbates.
Maybe even to images of me.
Fuck, one can hope.