Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Knight
I’m torn between thanking and killing the assholes who have threatened us.
On one hand, they’ve given me ten days of Jenna in my bed.
On the other hand, they want to take her away from me when I’ve just gotten her.
It’s an impossible situation. I’ve never been happier or more scared in my whole fucking life.
I shouldn’t taint her with my world, but I can’t seem to separate them. She is the light in my darkness, and I'd drown without her in my life. To have everything I want at the tip of my fingers with the chance of it being ripped away is both exhilarating and cruel.
I’m a selfish prick.
“What the fuck? Do you hold orgies in here?” I bite my lip as I walk into the bedroom to her circling my Alaskan King bed.
“Babe, I’m six-five. I don’t fit in regular beds.” I lean on the door frame as I watch her feel the satin sheets on the bed.
“So, you sleep in this bed alone?” I have never been happier with my rule of no cut cluts in my suite than I am now.
“No other woman has ever even seen this bed. Except the one who sold it to me. You are the only woman to cross that threshold.” Her eyebrow goes up.
“You weren’t a virgin.” I chuckle at her.
“No, I wasn’t, but this is my home, and I knew one day I’d find the woman I wanted to call mine.
So I made myself a promise to never bring any temporary pussy into my home.
No, don’t look at me like that. I’m a biker, not a saint.
I have had my share of women, but I never brought them home.
Here or at my parents’ house. It’s a matter of respect for the women in my life.
Past, present, and future.” Her cheeks blush as she bites her lip.
“But you brought me?” Damn, this woman is thick.
“Yes, I did. Cause you were never gonna be temporary, babe. Knew it from the moment you caught Zac in your hands.” I walk over to her and take off my cut, hanging it on the wall.
I toe off my boots and open the door to the ensuite.
“Shower with me?” I pull my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor, leaving me in my jeans.
“I don’t have my clothes yet.” If I could keep her naked forever, I fucking would.
“I don’t see a problem. We ain’t leaving this suite the rest of this night. You can sleep naked or borrow a shirt. Whatever makes you comfortable. But I have sand chaffing my ass, and I know you gotta be feeling the same. Let me clean you up. Please?” I reach a hand for her to take.
“Will you wash my back and hair?” She pulls her shirt off, dropping it on mine, then steps out of her boots, leaving them forgotten by mine.
“I’ll make sure every grain of sand is off your body with my fucking tongue if I have to,” I say, taking a gasping breath, waiting for her response.
Her hand takes mine, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.
“Shower or bath?” I ask as we enter the massive bathroom.
“Bath.” I quickly set the tub to fill and help her out of the rest of her clothes.
Her knees are scraped up from the sand, and I kiss them both before I stand and drop my jeans, leaving us both naked in front of each other for the first time. I admire the way her blonde hair skims the tops of her pert nipples as she runs her hands through the hair on my chest.
“I like this.” She tugs on it lightly as I wrap my arms around her, bringing her flush against my chest.
“Good to know. I normally shave it off.” She shakes her head, kissing my pec right over where my heart is.
“Don’t.” She snuggles into my warmth, and I feel fucking complete.
This woman in my arms is all I could ever fucking want, and the idea that someone wants to take that away from me infuriates me. My blood is boiling to know who’s after us, but for now I’ll have to be content with burying my troubles inside her cause one thing’s for sure, and two are certain.
I’m going to fuck her until the sun comes up, and tomorrow I’ll find who has threatened my old lady and end them.
For good.
“Step in, babe.” I help her into the tub, following her in, so I’m sitting behind her.
I push a button, starting the jets, and she lets out a little yip.
“A little warning next time.” She elbows me playfully in the ribs, and even that hurts, reminding me of the Tool she laid out earlier.
Poor Torque.
“You better get used to surprises.” She snorts.
“I hate surprises. If you don’t want a broken nose, you better not be close to me.” I file that away for later use.
She reaches for a bottle of shampoo and flips the lid, sniffing it, shakes her head, and exchanges it for another.
“Jesus Troy, how many shampoos do you have?” I’d be offended by her tone if she wasn’t smiling.
“I like to have options. Sue me for wanting to smell nice.” She giggles, finally handing me a moisturizing coconut one that doesn’t smell manly.
I work it into a lather and massage her scalp until she’s relaxed on my chest. I pull the nozzle and carefully rinse out the suds as she hums in complete contentment.
I smooth the conditioner that goes along with it into her hair and gently work the knots out with my fingers before moving to the soap, cleaning her from head to toe.
I let my finger linger at her core until she’s no longer sleepy and worked up, wanting the orgasm I’ve worked her up to.
“Ready to dry off?” I ask as I quickly wash myself.
“I’m ready to suck you dry.” Before I can grab towels, she is on her knees and sucking the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck, Jenna!” My hand slaps onto the wall for support as the other drops down to fist her hair.
“Mmm,” she hums around me, bringing me that much closer to the edge.
“I have a strong recovery time, babe, but if I empty my balls in your mouth now, then you won’t get any sleep cause round three will take fucking hours. Choose wisely.” Her cheeks hollow out, and she grabs my balls, pulling gently as she works them between her fingers.
Sleeping was never in my plan for tonight anyway.