Chapter 14
Shivana
After having a couple of beers during the movie earlier, and another with dinner, I was feeling a little loose. Even though I had a quick recovery method, I didn’t think shots would be a good idea again.
Daisy and Lacy were enjoying a meal with their guys, so I had sat at a table with a few men I’d seen around, since there was room for one more. For a bunch of tough bikers, they were very fun and attentive.
Had I been watching Jackal most of the time? Maybe . But he was too busy ignoring me and finding new ways to push me aside, so he wouldn’t have noticed. A couple of the guys excused themselves when they were done eating, but one stayed behind.
He was cute. A little young for my taste, but there was no harm in talking. In fact, we chatted so long, the sun was sinking.
“I need something sweet,” I said with a sigh.
Coop, the tall drink of water that was working on holding my attention, stood up and held his hand out. “C’mon. I know where Mama Hen keeps the desserts while everyone is eating. She hides them from Falcon.”
Giggling, I took his hand to stand then we grabbed our plates to throw them away as we headed inside. His hand was at the small of my back, guiding me to the door. We dropped our plates in the large trash bin, then he pulled the door open and waved me inside. “Ladies first.”
“Well, thank you, sir.”
“You like that,” he said as he leaned in my ear. “Looking for a sir?”
I was trying to think of something witty to say when a familiar deep voice interrupted my delayed train of thought.
“Grow some hair on your balls before you try to act like a dom, Coop. Can you excuse us?”
Coop kept his head up, but the tension in his body was screaming tail between his legs. “You bet, Jackal. Nice talking with ya, Shiv.”
“Bye, Coop,” I said with sweetness dripping off my words. Turning, I crossed my arms. “That was rude.”
“Lil Bird, what are you doing?”
“Me?” I asked, poking at my chest. “I was having a lovely and engaging conversation with that gentleman until you ran him off. You shouldn’t abuse your power. Especially if you aren’t going to engage with me. It’s not like you have the right to scare off all the other guys. We aren’t a thing,” I said as my hands went to my hips. “At all , as you’ve made so painfully clear since I’ve been here.”
Before I could continue on my rant, I was being dragged to the hall that led to the officer’s rooms by the crook of my arm.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked as I tried to pull my arm free to no avail.
He didn’t answer me, instead kept dragging me through the hall.
I tried to plant my feet, grab at the wall, and peel his hand from my arm but he had a tight grip. “Jackal,” I said through my teeth. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Jerking me closer, he opened a door and pushed me inside. I stumbled as the door slammed and it was dark besides a small sliver of light from the edge of the curtains.
Before my eyes adjusted, I was slammed against a wall. “Ow. What are you doing?” My heart thumped in my chest.
“Is this what you want? A bad biker dude? Huh?” He pressed against me, his knee shoved between my thighs.
Even though he was being an ass, my body reacted. “Stop it,” I managed. I wanted him, but not like that. I pushed at his chest but he was like a wall.
He pressed closer, his breath dancing over my face. “You think you want to be a part of this life? Is this what you expected?”
What the fuck was he doing ? I couldn’t move my body, but my arm was free so I balled my fist and slammed it to his temple. He backed up enough for me to move toward the door.
Grabbing the knob, I stopped, trying to calm my nerves and control my breathing. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. He was trying to make a point. He could have easily overpowered me, but he didn’t even restrain me. Still, my adrenaline sent quivers through me, and I was pissed.
“Was this necessary? What are you trying to prove?” I asked, my words unsteady as I tried to calm down.
He walked toward me and the light came on. “You think this is all fun and games, hanging at parties, drinking, men all around. But it’s not a game, Lil Bird. And this shit is scary.”
Turning, I leaned against the door, looking up at him. “I know that. In case you forgot,” I started to tick off with my fingers, “I was abducted, nearly sold, watched my friend be shot at, you got shot, Eagle got shot, then I was rushed into a little room and asked to fix you all up like they were scrapes from a fall.” When you say it out loud it does sound sort of bad.
“Exactly. So why are you dead set on hanging around? Any sane woman would have run for the hills.”
“You should know, shrinks are all a little crazy and make the worst patients.” Those were facts. And any therapist that didn’t at least occasionally go to therapy was probably a sociopath. At least that was my estimation.
“I didn’t think you were supposed to call it a shrink, or say crazy?” he questioned.
“Well, I suck at my job, what can I say?” I said, shrugging.
He stepped closer, just inches away. His shoulders relaxed, and his eyes softened. “You know I wouldn’t really hurt you, don’t you?”
“What if I wanted you to hurt me, just a little?” So, the buzz wasn’t completely gone .
Coming even closer, a low rumble came from his chest. “You sure are persistent, Lil Bird.”
“Is there…is there some reason you don’t…” I trailed off, my gaze dipping to the floor. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to the question and wish I hadn’t even started to say anything.
His thumb pressed my chin up. “Lil Bird, I thank years of practice learning patience for giving me the strength to do the right thing when it comes to you.”
“But what if what you think is right is completely wrong?” I asked more breathily than I meant to.
Only a few seconds passed, but they felt like hours as I stared up at him. His jaw was tight, and the sprinkle of grey around his temples pulsed. “You know what, Lil Bird? I’m tired of worrying about what’s wrong and right,” he said before he grabbed my face in his hands and his lips dropped to mine.
He pressed against me, my back flush to the door and my hands grabbing his sides. Heat pooled between my hips, and my nipples pebbled. The slight rub of his leather cut against them ached so much that I groaned.
“Mmm, Lil Bird,” he said before kissing down my neck.
“Fucking finally,” I whispered as his hands roamed over me.
One fisted my hair while the other kneaded one of my breasts. My new bra was nothing but lace and underwire, but even the thin layer of that and the fabric of my shirt was too much of a barrier. I needed his skin on mine. Gripping the hem of the shirt, I lifted it up and he helped pull it over my head before his hands promptly went to my breasts.
His chest rumbled again as his thumbs rolled over my sensitive nipples. “Even better than I imagined.”
My hips pressed to him of their own volition. “You haven’t even seen it all yet,” I said almost as a plea.
His hands skimmed over the tops of the exposed skin before trailing down my bare arms, sending goosebumps over them. He took my hands in his and pulled me away from the door.
“Oh, I will.” He walked us to the bed, the backs of my legs hit the edge, and I tumbled backwards.
Leaning on my forearms, I watched as he pulled his cut off, hanging it on a hook next to the bed. Then he pulled at the black t-shirt he was wearing. Once it was off, my mouth watered. He had a chiseled and tatted body with a small patch of dark hair in the center of his chest, and a nice little trail leading to the button on his jeans.
His eyes only left me when he was removing his shirt. Otherwise, he scanned me like a lion sizing up his prey. I wasn’t particularly shy or self-conscious, but the way he watched me formed a ball of nerves in my stomach. The light in the room was merely a lamp, but it seemed very bright all of the sudden. Although, if it was dark, I wouldn’t be getting all the tattooed eye candy.
“You alright, Lil Bird?” he asked as he leaned over me.
I nodded furiously, otherwise frozen. My hands wanted to grab at him. My hips wanted to rock against him. Wetness had my panties sticking to me below my jeans. My breasts were desperate for more of his touch. My lips buzzed, needing to feel his again. I was in a complete spiral of overstimulation and didn’t even know where to start.
His brow furrowed. “You seem nervous. I can stop, Lil Bird.”
“No!” I blurted.
He chuckled. “Can I get an equally enthusiastic ‘yes I want to do this?’”
“Yes! Hell yes!”
He lowered over me, our bellies pressed together as his lips met mine. The nerves I had started to melt away as I got lost in the intensity of his kiss and his weight over me.
My fingertips lightly danced over his sides. He jerked, so I pulled them away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“It’s alright. Just ticklish.”
I giggled. “You’re ticklish?”
“Yeah, and I bet I can find a few places you are, too,” he said before he began kissing his way down my body, pulling the cups of my bra down. “Maybe here?” he asked before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
“It’s tickling something, for sure.” Each suckle and flick of his tongue sent a burst of tiny explosions straight to my clit.
He was still tending to my aching nipples when one of his hands skimmed up my side then his fingers wiggled, sending a jolt through me. “Shit, that tickles,” I said as I squirmed.
His dark eyes flicked up at me as he moved to the other nipple and sucked it into his mouth. My hips bucked and squirmed as his mouth and hands sent tingles everywhere they touched.
“Needy Lil Bird. But I’ve waited a while for this, so I’m going to take my time.”
Part of me melted at that, but the other part of me just wanted to be railed. “Jackal, please.” I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but that was absolutely a desperate plea for something.
He inched down further, working to get my jeans off. I shimmied to help remove the skintight jeans, but he had to take the booties off first, since they had zippers.
Jackal sat on his knees, his eyes again scaling over me before he let his hands run over my skin. My back arched, pressing into his touch. “Your skin is so soft and perfect. I’ve wanted to touch it for so long.”
“It’s not going anywhere.”
His brows shot up. “Listen to you,” he said as one of his hands glided up the inside of my thigh before he stopped just at the edge of my panties.
I huffed and squirmed, my pussy seeking his touch but he moved his hand further down my thigh, lifting it slightly.
He rubbed his scruff against the sensitive skin and I jerked again. “Ticklish here, too.”
His hands were going everywhere but where I wanted them and my pussy clenched around nothing. “Jackal, please.”
He leaned his face closer, his warm breath against my panties. He finally pressed against me, but inhaled deeply then moved back. “I want that smell all over me, Lil Bird,” he said as he tugged the black lace garment off my legs.
He slowly ran his hands up my legs, kissing and licking behind them at an agonizing pace before he used both hands to press my thighs far apart at the apex. He groaned as he leaned in and finally swiped his tongue through my folds and my eyes rolled into my head.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
He worked slowly but meticulously. Each long stroke of his tongue made my blood heat in increments. His hands kneaded my breasts as he began sucking at my clit and every ounce of blood in my body rushed to my core.
His slow work turned hurried, hungry, as desperate as I was. He rubbed his face though my juices as he lapped and sucked in earnest.
My breaths were ragged and quick as pressure built between my thighs. “Jackal,” I gasped as he pressed a finger inside and I finally exploded.
My soul left my body as he worked me through my orgasm. I wasn’t sure where I was or if I was even alive any longer. He had reduced me to a bundle of nerves firing off at lightning speed.
It was only when my body jerked and he stopped sucking my clit that I became aware of my existence on this plane and could feel the bed beneath me, and his hair in my hands.
My fists were balled so tight around his dark locks they were trembling. With a shaky breath, I said, “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”
He kissed my thigh, stroking the heated skin. “I’m not.”
“Jackal, I need…” I mumbled, knowing I needed something, but unsure what. I wasn’t sure of my name, so I was shocked that I remembered his. But how could I not remember his name after that?
“What do you need, Lil Bird?”
Still not sure what it was I actually needed, I just said, “You.”