Jessamy Chapter 9
I walked along the road, feeling raw. I was trying not to cry. Tears wouldn’t do any good. What had I expected? That his family would greet me with open arms and unconditional acceptance? If so, I was a fool. Although, at first, it seemed as if they had, and I’d been having the best time when his sister hit me with her attitude. I didn’t know what Mace meant about her husband. I knew she was divorced, but that was it.
The sound of an engine got my attention. Without looking, I knew it was Mace. I didn’t need or want him racing after me. He needed to be with his family. I kept going, not bothering to turn my head, until the vehicle slowed to a crawl beside me.
“Jessamy, baby, get in the car. It’s too hot to walk. Besides, you don’t know the area, and I refuse to let you walk alone,” Mace said in a smoky voice.
The tingle that went through me at the sound of his voice was embarrassing. I didn’t look at him, but I did answer him. “Mace, there’s no need to chase after me. I’ll be fine. Finish your visit with your family. I’ll be back soon, and if you’re not done, I’ll wait in the car.”
I heard him mutter something, but I couldn’t understand what. The car sped up, and he pulled ahead of me. Then, he whipped the car over to the berm in front of me. Within moments, he was out of it and marching back to me. I stopped walking. The determined expression on his face told me he wasn’t about to do as I asked. I tried to ward him off, but he ignored my raised hands and wrapped his arms around me. I sighed. He made me feel so safe in his arms. Mace tugged me against his hard chest.
“I’m done. I left. My sister had no right to act that way or to say anything. Come with me. I want to show you something.”
“Tiergan, you can’t walk out on your family!”
“I did. Mom and Dad know why. I’ll call them later. As for Brigit, she knows, too, but she and I’ll hash it out later. If my woman doesn’t feel welcome, we leave, not just you.”
I protested, but he wouldn’t listen. I was hustled into his vehicle quickly, and he was driving off. Only we didn’t end up heading back to Cherokee the way we came. We drove for about twenty minutes or more into the middle of nowhere. I had no clue what he wanted to show me. It wasn’t until we came to a path out in a field, and at the end of it, where he stopped, that I saw what he had to show me. It took my breath away. It was a serene lake surrounded by trees, just beginning to change colors. There wasn’t a soul in sight.
I let him help me out. He walked us to the lake’s edge, where we sat down. He had me sit between his legs, with my back pressed to his front.
“It’s so beautiful here,” I whispered.
“It is. This is the spot I came to for years whenever I wanted to get away or to think. Even after all the years living in Cherokee, I still come here when I visit my family.”
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.
“You can ask me anything, Madonna.”
I loved the nickname he’d given me, even if I didn’t see myself like he did. “You have a family who loves you and who you love. Why did you leave Hickory and join the Pagans? If you wanted to be a part of an MC, surely there are ones closer you could’ve joined. Why an MC and why them?”
“Why an MC? I’ve been fascinated with motorcycles since I was little, maybe five or six. They always got my attention. If we went somewhere and there was a bike, I’d have to look at it. Dad rode when he was young but stopped after he had kids. He taught me the basic rules, like not touching someone’s ride unless you asked, and they said yes. He educated me about different makes and models. Unsurprisingly, I got into dirt bikes when I was older, but my first love was always motorcycles. When I got my license at sixteen, it wasn’t long before I added my motorcycle endorsement to it at the DMV. I saved money from all my jobs, allowance, Christmas, and birthdays since I was about ten to buy myself a used bike one day. My parents knew it wouldn’t do them any good to tell me no, so Dad made sure I learned to ride safely.
“As for why I joined the Pagans and not a club near here, it was due to a charity event. I saw clubs in the area and found them intriguing. I wasn’t big on the whole being told what to do and slogging away at a boring job without any excitement in my life. Mom and Dad weren’t happy about my fascination since most clubs were one-percenters, meaning they weren’t all about adhering to the laws of regular citizens.” He paused and chuckled.
“So there was a big charity poker run one summer when I was seventeen, near here. I went to check it out with my best friend. It was to benefit underprivileged kids by raising money to buy school supplies and clothing. We were wandering the after-party when I saw a kid our age being harassed by bikers. He was dressed in holey clothes, and you could tell he didn’t have shit—the kind of kids the poker run was supposed to help.
“It pissed me off, so I went to defend him. Only I was beaten to it by a couple of bikers. They were from the Pagan Souls in Cherokee, according to their cuts. They taught those other bikers a harsh lesson and then took the kid under their wing and let him hang with them all night. They made his year. After that, I made it my mission to learn everything I could about them. While they weren’t angels, and they did break the law, they weren’t like some. After I graduated high school, I tried the whole work a nine-to-five job and what my dad did. It wasn’t for me. Finally, after getting to know Agony, Dare, and Knight, who were regular members then and about my age, I asked to prospect. The club let me. The rest is history.”
“How did your parents take it?”
“They didn’t like it. They tried to persuade me not to and to quit, but after I was patched in, they slowly got to know the club and then accepted them. They know we’re not angels, but they also know we don’t do terrible things, even back then, like sell drugs and work as hired killers. They like it even more since the club makes its living through all legitimate means.”
I didn’t know if I should ask the next thing, but I did. “What did you mean about Bridgit’s husband? If you’d rather not say, don’t feel you have to.”
He sighed and nuzzled my neck, placing kisses and nips with his teeth there. “You know that she’s divorced. That happened when the twins were three. Her husband, Jarred, came home and asked her for a divorce out of the blue. He said he didn’t love her and he’d met someone else. It devastated her. She loved him so much. We knew he’d been acting off for a while, but every time he was asked what was wrong, he denied anything was. The woman he wanted to leave her for was one he’d been seeing for a year. That was bad enough, but now Bridgit doesn’t know if he ever really loved her or hadn’t always cheated on her.
“I bet you wanted to beat his ass,” I muttered.
“Oh, I did, and so did Dad. What made it worse for me was Jarred had been my best friend for years, since we were young kids. I hadn’t wanted him dating my little sister at first. He asked my permission and did it again when they wanted to get married. I never thought he’d betray any of us that way. We loved him. Since then, she’s never trusted another man.”
“You mean she hasn’t had a boyfriend in seven years?”
“I mean no boyfriend, barely any dates, and I highly doubt even sex. She’s let it color her views of relationships.”
“Tiergan, she was hurt so much. You can’t stay mad at her. She doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt like she did. She’s trying to protect you.”
“I know, but it doesn’t give her the right to hurt others in the process. She has no idea what you’ve been through. The danger that’s still hanging over your head. Or how much you already mean to me. It’s fast, but what I feel for you is real, Jessamy. So fucking real,” he whispered before turning me far enough he could reach my mouth. His kiss sent whips of fire streaking through me. My body ignited, and I kissed him back. I knew he felt my desire and desperation.
I wiggled around until I was facing him. I shoved on his chest, causing him to lie back on the grass. Straddling him, I devoured his mouth as hungrily as he did mine. Moans, whimpers, and growls filled the air surrounding us. Mace’s hands kneaded my ass and ran up and down my sides. My breasts were tingling, and my nipples were hard peaks. After I didn’t know how long, he broke our connection and eased me to sit up. The heat in his eyes was intense. His hands came up and slid under the edge of my shirt. He didn’t go further.
“Tell me no, and I’ll stop,” he said gutturally.
To answer him, I placed my hands on his, but instead of pushing them away, I lifted my top off myself and dropped it next to us. His groan as he saw my tits covered in a silky emerald-green bra made me smile. Mace ran his work-roughened hands up my slides to cup my tits. He kneaded gently, then reached behind my back to undo the hooks. I shivered as my bra slid down my arms. He tossed it aside before massaging my mounds and tugging on my nipples. I moaned.
A growl left him, and then he was drawing my upper body down. His mouth sucked my left tit into his hot mouth. The other continued to be teased by his hand.
Mace’s tongue and teeth laved my left until I was soaking the crotch of my panties. My hips bucked and ground my core down on the bulge pushing against the zipper of his jeans. His hips thrust upward. I cried out as he grunted. His other hand came down to press me harder against his erection while switching up his mouth and hand on my tits.
I knew we were dangerously close to stripping off the rest of our clothes and letting him have me. My body didn’t care if we’d only known each other for two weeks, and my mind quickly thought my body had the right idea. Mace’s teeth clamped around my nub, and his hand plucked my other peak hard. I wailed as I came. He didn’t stop his ministrations until I was lying limp on top of him.
Only when he let go, I didn’t roll off him to get redressed. Instead, I slid off, and then I was frantically working his belt loose. His hands grabbed mine.
We were staring at each other. “Baby, God, stop.”
“Why? Don’t you want me to get you off? Suck your cock until you explode?”
“Fuck, yeah, I do, but just because I got you off doesn’t mean you owe me anything.”
“It’s not about me owing you, Tiergan. It’s about me wanting to see, touch, and taste you. I want the taste of your cock on my tongue. Your cum in my mouth and your scent imprinted on my memory. Please, let me do this,” I begged.
I’d given guys blow jobs before, but never had I been a tenth as turned on and desperate to do it and pleasure them as I was him. He must’ve found whatever he was looking for on my face because he lifted his hands away. Holding his gaze, I undid the belt, button, and zipper. He lifted his ass so that I could work his jeans and underwear down to above his knees. His cock sprang up in the air.
I gasped, then reverently ran a finger down his long length. His cock jerked. He was thick, long, and perfectly formed. The most beautiful cock I’d ever laid eyes on. My mouth was watering. I traced my fingers along the veins running down both sides of his cock. I gently outlined his balls. They were two heavy orbs. He kept himself bare. The only place he had hair was along his pubic area.
Mace lay there, letting me explore. Getting into a more comfortable position, I proceeded to explore his cock and balls first with my hands, which made him twitch. Then I sucked the pearly drops of precum from the head. I hummed at his flavor. He moaned. Not able to wait a moment longer, I sucked the head into my mouth, thrashing it with my tongue.
As I worked his cock deeper into my mouth, I saw his fists clenched at his sides. I reached out and picked one up, bringing it to my head. I placed it on the back of it and pressed it.
“Are you sure?” he muttered. I nodded and hummed.
His fingers flexed in my hair, gripping it, and then he pushed me down on him. My lust flared. I wanted him to make me take it. To force me to take as much of him as I could, as deep as I could take it. I wanted to gag on his cock. It was a new thing for me. I never wanted a guy to do that to me in the past. I submitted to whatever he wanted me to do. His hips thrust uncontrollably and drove his member deeper. I gagged. Instantly, he tried to draw my head away, but I fought him. He took my hint and thrust again.
Within seconds, I was letting him fuck my mouth as I worked to make him explode. I wanted his cum in my mouth. I didn’t care about the drool on my chin. I held his gaze as he pumped in and out while I caressed, licked, sucked, and hummed.
“Jesus! Fuck, Jessamy, baby, God, it feels too good. I’m not gonna be able to stop,” he warned me hoarsely a few minutes later.
I swallowed him deeper and let him occlude my airway. As he did, he shouted, and his cock jerked, flooding my mouth with his salty cum. I kept pleasuring him until he relaxed beneath me. When he did, I tenderly lapped at him, cleaning every inch of him until he was clean and spent. As I rose, he grabbed me under the arms, lightly yanked me up, and took my mouth. He tongued my mouth, not caring he was tasting his spunk. When satisfied, Mace broke our lip lock and brought me to rest on his chest. His hands were rubbing my back.
“That was hands down the most glorious blow job ever.”
I smiled sleepily. “I’m glad you liked it. I love how you felt on my tongue and tasted.”
“Woman, you can’t deny we’re meant to be. Not after that.”
I smirked as I whispered. “I guess we’ll see when we get home.”
His growl made me giggle.
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We ended up taking an hour-long nap by the lake. By the time we woke up and drove back to Cherokee, it was evening. Mace wanted to talk more, but I told him first he needed to call his family and makeup with them. I didn’t want hard feelings between them because of me. While he did that, I waited for him to return to my clubhouse room. We planned to get food from one of his favorite places when he was done. They served great burgers, according to him. It was called Bite Me! I loved the name.
While I waited, I took a shower. I wasn’t sure where tonight might end, but I wanted to be sweet-smelling for him if it went where I thought it might. My legs were freshly shaved. My lady region was trimmed. I knew he couldn’t care less about makeup, so I didn’t put any back on. I’d worn a little to his family’s house. My hair I left down. Earlier, I’d had it in a braid.
I was pacing my room when there was a knock at the door. I hurried to it and yanked the door open, smiling as I did it. “I thought you’d be…” my voice petered off as I saw who was standing there.
It wasn’t Mace like I thought. It wasn’t one of his club brothers or even one of their old ladies. The unwelcome sight of Christie wiped away my smile. She had a hip jutted out with her hand on it. She wore a determined expression. Her outfit was similar to what she had worn the other night and the first time I saw her. A skimpy mini skirt that barely covered her and a crop top that left her boobs spilling from the top and hanging out below.
Along with that, she wore hooker heels and enough makeup for three women. Her red hair was a tousled mess. I knew what time it was. She was breaking the rules again. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. I looked at her bored, and when she said nothing, I raised an eyebrow.
“Yes? I assume you need something. Spit it out or get lost. I’m busy,” I told her.
“I’m here to give you a warning.”
“About?”
“About Mace. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but you need to hear this. He’s mine. I claimed him before you came along. I don’t know what he’s told you, but he’s not claiming anyone but me. He’s a very sexual man. Mace loves sex, and he loves games. I know what a man like him needs and wants. He craves variety, and as his woman, I’ll make sure he gets it. As long as I’m the one warming his bed the most, riding on the back of his bike, and wearing his name on my back, that’s what matters. Walk away before you get hurt. Women like you have no hope of satisfying a man like him. In fact, why don’t you leave? From what I heard, the whole club is getting tired of you foisting yourself on them.”
A flash of doubt hit me. Her words almost confirmed what I’d been worried about, but I fought not to listen to them. If Mace wanted her, he’d show her off, taking her to meet his family. If he wanted an open relationship, he was man enough to state it. Her look of confidence began to fade when I smirked at her. It disappeared when I started to explain things to her.
“Honey, if Mace wanted you, even in an open relationship, he’d state it. You’d be on his arm. His brothers and their old ladies would know it. He’s said or done no such thing. If he wanted you as his old lady, he would’ve taken you to meet his family. He hasn’t. I can tell you what Mace has done. He’s told me that he wants me to be his old lady. His club family is aware he does. And his blood family does, too. Where do you think we were today? I helped his mom and sister cook lunch for all of us.
“It was us getting each other off this afternoon, not you and him. And he’s planning to have dinner with me tonight, not you. They’ll tell me if Mace or anyone here wants me to leave. What I want to know is, do you really believe the shit you’re saying? Oh, and why are you here in the clubhouse? Your kind isn’t allowed here until after dark when their women and kids are gone. I don’t doubt you want him, but he doesn’t want you.”
Fury turned her attractive face into an ugly one. She let a shriek of rage escape and stepped toward me. I was ready for her. I knew she’d try to slap or scratch me. I was preparing to punch her when she got closer, but she froze because her name was yelled.
“Christie! What the fuck are you doing in here? You’re not allowed in the clubhouse until later. You know that,” Pope hollered as he came striding determinedly down the hallway. I watched her school her features into a contrite, sweet look before she turned to face him.
“I’m sorry, Pope. I know I’m not. I left my purse here, and I need it. I tried to be careful and grab it, but she accosted me. She started saying a bunch of hurtful things to me. She said if it’s the last thing she does, she’ll get you guys to kick me out. I don’t know why she’s being so mean. I told her I’d stay away from him if what she said about her and Mace was true. But I haven’t heard anything about them being a couple.” She was giving an Oscar-worthy performance. She even had fake tears in her eyes.
Pope came to a standstill next to her. He glanced at me and then back at her. “If you needed your purse, all you had to do was call one of the prospects so they could get it for you and bring it to the gate.”
“I didn’t think of that. Sorry. I know now.”
“As for Jessamy trying to get you kicked out, you should know you’re not exactly on the most-liked list of the old ladies.”
“I get why the old ladies don’t like us, but that has nothing to do with her. She’s not one. As far as I can tell, she’s no better than us. She spouted off lies about meeting Mace’s family and spending the day with them. He’d better watch her. I don’t think she can be trusted.”
Pope was opening his mouth. To say what, I had no clue, but another voice prevented him from speaking.
“It’s true. I took Jessamy to meet my family today. I’ve asked her to be my old lady. She’s not lying. I thought I told you to stay out of here and away from the empty guest rooms,” Mace snapped. He appeared behind Pope.
“You did. I left my purse,” she muttered.
“Tell me where it is, and I’ll get it. Next time, call someone to get it for you or wait until you’re allowed in,” Mace told her.
“I know that now. Pope told me. As for where it is, I can’t find it. I must’ve left it somewhere else. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you guys later.” She smiled prettily at them both.
“You won’t see me. I have plans,” Mace said before coming closer.
He reached out, gripped me by the back of my neck, and pulled me close so he could kiss me. I gave it my all. I wanted her to see that he and I were a couple, not him and her. I caught the flash of fury before she masked it. Without another word, she walked off. Pope winked before following her. I hoped he made sure she left.
Mace took his time with that kiss. By the time he let go of me, I was breathless and weak in the knees.
“Sorry it took so long, baby. Are you ready to come with me and eat? You can tell me what she was really doing here and what she said to you.”
“It wasn’t that long. I’m ready. I can’t wait to eat. Bite Me! here we come.”
“Change of plans. You’re coming to my house. I want to show it to you and eat where we won’t be disturbed. Do you need anything?”
I shook my head.
“Good. Give me your key. Make sure you lock this anytime you’re not in it. With Christie lurking around, you don’t want her in your stuff. Everyone in the club and the prospects are trustworthy. It’s bunnies and visitors that we’re careful of. All the brothers lock their doors, too.”
I picked up the key on the table beside the door. He took it and handled locking up. Holding my hand, he walked me through the maze of hallways to the common room. There were several people in it. We returned their greetings but kept going. When asked where we were headed, he told them his house. This earned lots of whistles and catcalls. I fought not to blush. His home wasn’t far, so we walked there. He held my hand the whole way.
I’d seen it from the outside but hadn’t been inside it. As we entered, he removed his cut and hung it up. When he took off his boots, I slipped off my sandals. I tried to take it in as he led me down a short hall with a few doors off it. We ended up in a living room that was open to a kitchen. Everywhere I looked, I was stunned by what I saw. A bachelor like him had put thought into his house the way Wire had. I wondered if his mom or sister had helped him pick out the materials and decor.
“Your house is beautiful, Tiergan. Did Robin and Bridgit help you with this?”
The amused look he got on his face told me I was about to be teased. I braced myself.