Chapter Seven
Jack
King was right. We couldn’t talk about any of this in front of Charlie. I held the kitchen door open and waited for Sammy to walk through it.
I could see the hesitation in her eyes as her gaze traveled between Charlie and King.
“King,” Sammy called out.
King turned his head slowly toward Sammy. He raised one eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.
“Please don’t teach her anything else.”
King nodded with a smirk.
I knew that look. He might be a badass MC president, but apparently with children, he was a teddy bear. He thought none of us knew that, but we had seen him at the town events. He flocked to where the kids were.
If there was a child in town that had a need and King found out, he was the first one to make sure the club took care of whatever that need was.
Sammy swept past me into the hallway. My hand found her lower back, and I directed her up the stairs.
This time, I was taking her to my room.
We reached the door to my room, and I fished out my key. You learned early on, as a patched brother, to keep your doors locked. Unlocked doors were an invitation to finding a club girl in your bed. Whether or not you wanted her there.
When the door opened, Sammy just stood there.
I tried to guide her into the room, and she held her ground.
“Why are we here, Jack?”
I studied this woman standing before me. I gazed at her whiskey-colored eyes, framed with thick lashes. Her high, sharp cheekbones. Lips so full, I wanted to suck on them. She didn’t wear makeup, and I liked that. She didn’t need to do anything to enhance her beauty. Everything about her screamed beautiful.
She stood before me in a red plaid sundress. She had no idea what that dress was doing to me. My dick had been pressing against my zipper since she walked into the clubhouse this afternoon.
Yes, we needed to talk. I also needed to run my fingers through her thick, curly hair. I needed to feel her under me again. This woman had haunted me for five years.
All I wanted was to put everything she had done aside. Forgive her for lying to me. Excuse her for the injustice of keeping my daughter from me. I wanted to make her mine.
“We need to talk, Sammy,” I explained, giving her a little push into my room and closing the door behind us. “We need privacy.”
Sammy walked to the bed and sat down. Her hands fisted in her lap. I knew she was nervous. I wanted more than anything to ease her mind. To tell her there was nothing she could say that I wouldn’t forgive. That’s what love meant.
Love forgave everything.
I loved Sammy. I’d loved her since that first night. I honestly believed I would never see her again.
But here she was.
In my state.
In my town.
In my room.
I had to believe that in a country with over three hundred million people, there was a reason that she was here with me now. The reason was, she was mine.
Mine to claim.
Mine to love.
Mine to protect.
“Sammy, I need you to tell me why. Make me understand, please.”
She sat there with her head bowed. Her hair fell, shielding her face from me. As I watched her, I saw when the first tear hit the back of her hand.
I kneeled down before her. Brushing her hair from her face, I tilted her chin to look at me. I couldn’t handle the anguish on her face. Bringing my hands up, I framed her face. Pulling her down to me, I pressed my lips to hers.
The urge to kiss her became too much. I wedged my body between her legs to be closer to her. At that moment, I didn’t care what she had done. I didn’t care about anything but showing her how much I needed her. How much I wanted her.
“Jack.” She whimpered.
“Let me love you, Sammy. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
I sat back on my heels and pulled her down off the bed to straddle my thighs. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her tight to me. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I explored her mouth like a starving man.
With my hands on her hips, I pulled her down hard against me. Her dress pushed up, and my hands moved to slide up her thighs.
My lips made a path along her jawline and down her neck. My teeth gently nipped and grazed her shoulder. She cried out when I bit down. She groaned when I licked the same spot to wipe away the pain I had inflicted.
Gathering her close, I stood with her in my arms. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I buried my face in her neck.
“I need you, Sammy.” I challenged her to say no as my hands squeezed her ass, where I held her to me. “Do you want me, Sammy? You gonna let me fuck you again?”
“Yes, Jack. Please.”
That was all I needed to hear, and I stood and dropped her on the bed. Crawling over her, I pulled the straps of her dress from her shoulders, trapping her arms at her sides. I straddled her legs, pulling the dress and bra down, revealing her perfect breasts. They were larger than before. Fuller .
“Jack, please stop staring. I don’t look the same,” she whined, trying to pull me close.
“You are more beautiful than you were five years ago.” I told her the truth because she was. As my fingers lightly stroked the sides of her breasts, I asked, “Did you breastfeed Charlie?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I wish I could have seen that.
Another item added to the list of things I missed out on.
My hands hit the bed on either side of her, and I leaned down, taking a nipple into my mouth. Sammy arched her back, pushing herself up to me, forcing me to take more of her into my mouth.
My hands lifted her up, moving her closer to the head of the bed. I flipped her over, expecting a zipper or buttons. I found neither.
“How do to you take this thing off? I want you naked.” I groaned through my frustration.
She giggled and rolled back over. “It slides over my head.”
She grabbed the dress, pulling it up over her head, and tossing it to the floor. Desperately needing no barrier between us, I unfastened her bra, and that soon followed the dress.
I pulled my shirt over my head while Sammy unfastened my belt. I stood from the bed, and she watched me as I slid my jeans and boxers to the floor.
That was when I remembered my boots.
“Shit.”
Sammy giggled again as I struggled to get naked. My boots thumped on the floor when I tossed them aside. Finally, I was free from my boots and clothes. I stalked to the bed, stroking my cock, never taking my eyes off hers. Climbing onto the bed, I reached up and pulled her panties down between her legs.
Spreading her legs apart, I crawled between them.
“I need to taste you, Sammy. You gonna let me lick this pussy until you come on my tongue?”
She squirmed under me.
“Please, Jack.”
“Please what, baby? ”
“Please make me come!”
That was all I needed to hear. I laid on the bed, and my face was between her legs in an instant. Planting a quick kiss on her lips, I then speared my tongue between her folds to taste her arousal. I found her clit and swirled my tongue around it.
“God, I’ve missed this pussy.” Hungrily, I tasted and stroked her, my tongue never lifting from her skin.
“Need you to come for me, Sammy.” I inserted a finger into her wet core and immediately felt her walls flutter. Adding a second finger had her crying out. If anyone else was on this floor, they would hear her screams.
That didn’t bother me at all.
I twisted my fingers and curled them against the front wall of her pussy, and I earned what I was after. She covered my chin with her release.
I crawled up her body and kissed her, spurred on by the urgency to have her taste the control I had over her body. It belonged to me now. Nothing would ever change that.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, gathering her wetness on the head. Sliding down to her opening, I braced myself.
“Jack, condom,” Sammy blurted out, pushing at my chest.
“Not a chance, beautiful. There’s never been anything between us. I’m not letting there be something now.” I moved in closer, ready to claim my woman.
“Jack,” she cried, “I’m not on birth control.”
“I bet Charlie would love a brother or sister.” I smirked and drove into her, and she screamed loudly.
“Fuck, Sammy. You feel better than I remember.” I groaned.
I slid almost all the way out and pushed in again. Slowly, I moved in and out of her. She moaned with every thrust, her body responding to my every move.
My hand latched on to her knee and I pulled it up onto my hip to charge in deeper. My other hand pushed into the mattress, holding my weight above her.
“Jack,” she urged. “Faster. ”
“We’ve got plenty of time, baby,” I teased as I invaded her pussy painstakingly slow. She didn’t know I was torturing myself in order to torture her.
Sammy brought her other leg up, clasping onto my waist. She used her feet to dig into my back, trying to make me move the way she wanted.
I pushed in until I was fully seated and then paused.
“Jack,” she whined. “Move.”
“You’re not in charge, beautiful.”
That had her eyes opening wide to stare at me. She moved her hands up and down my arms, over my shoulders to my chest. She rubbed her fingers over my abs, causing me to shiver.
She was absolutely in charge.
I was fucked.
Sliding her hands back up to my shoulders and around my neck, she used that as leverage to lift herself from the mattress, bringing her lips to my throat. She sucked on my neck with a force I knew would leave a mark.
Dropping to my elbows, I pulled my hips back and slammed into her. In and out, in a steady rhythm, had me seeing stars. Sammy held me tight against her. I wanted to change positions, but she held firm.
“Jack, don’t stop.” She gasped. “Fuck me harder, Jack.”
What else could I do? I pulled her arms from around my neck and slid out of her. Grabbing her waist, I flipped her over and lifted her hips so she was on her knees. I slammed my cock back into her pussy with a groan.
I pounded her from behind, holding onto her hip. I marveled at her perfect ass. Without warning, I brought my palm down hard on her ass cheek.
“Fuck, Jack!” Sammy shrieked.
I slid my hand over the handprint I’d left. In awe of the mark that only I would see.
“You want me to do it again, Sammy? You want my hand making your ass hot while I fuck this pussy, Sammy? Tell me, baby. ”
“Yes, Jack, fuck, yes!” she shouted.
I brought my hand down again on the other side, and I felt it. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. She screamed my name, and I came with her. I unloaded everything I had into her. I held her tight to me until her spasms stopped.
Collapsing, I had just enough wherewithal not to land on her. Instead, I rolled onto my side and pulled her back against my chest. We laid there until our breathing settled.
“Jack, we shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered.
“Why not?”
She turned to her back so she could see my face. Before she could say anything more, I leaned over and kissed her. I placed my hand on the back of her head, holding her to me. There was no way I was letting her go again.
“Jack, we have a lot to talk about,” she said against my lips.
“I know. We’ll get to it.” I didn’t want to talk right now. “Let’s just savor this moment for a little while. I’ve waited years for this. I want you to know I’m not letting you go this time, Sammy.”
“When I tell you everything, Jack, you might not want me anymore.”
“Sammy, I know I won’t like what you’re gonna tell me. I know I’m gonna get mad, but I want you and Charlie in my life forever. That’s not gonna change.”
“Jack, I’m married.”