Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Slayer
Life has become a routine. I fall asleep beside my woman and wake up to her beside me. It’s a quiet rhythm that I never thought I’d find within the walls of this compound, especially not while the shadow of a war with the Dragons still looms over us.
Watching her sleep, I realize that the domesticity we’ve built in this cramped trailer is my real fortress.
We have our coffee on the porch as the sun bleeds over the Texas horizon, grounding ourselves before the chaos of the day takes hold.
The routine isn’t just for us, though, it’s the lifeline that keeps Boston and Carolina steady.
Every morning, I see the trust in my brother’s eyes when he realizes I’m still here.
Our days are filled with the simple, necessary acts of building a home. I watch Jersey guide Carolina through the preparations for the baby, their shared scrapbooking sessions on Sundays becoming the heart of our week.
Jersey and I have gotten closer, we’ve become more than friends who flirt whenever they cross paths.
I find myself lingering in her presence, drawn to the strength she finally found while settling in and finding herself.
She’s no longer the ghost hiding in the shadows, she’s the woman holding my world together, and I'm the man who'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.
Today, Carolina has an appointment with an OB a few towns over where Mrs. Jackman lives.
They’ll be spending the day with her and she even managed to get an overnight pass for them so Jersey and I will have her place to ourselves.
Holding her at night isn’t enough anymore, and by the bold hints she’s been giving me, she’s ready to move our relationship forward.
The thought of having her completely, without the interruptions of our unconventional family, has my blood humming with a different kind of anticipation.
We stand together on the porch, waving them off as they’re escorted through the gates by a pair of prospects.
The morning air is thick with heat, but all I can focus on is the woman standing at my side.
Once the taillights finally vanish from sight and the gates hiss shut, the silence of the yard settles over us.
I don’t wait another second. I turn around, reaching out to grab Jersey by the nape of her neck, my thumb tracing the sensitive skin there before I tug her firmly into me.
I don’t give her a chance to breathe before I’m planting my lips on hers, claiming her.
When we finally break the contact to pull in some much-needed air, her gaze is dark, burning with a mirroring heat that has my own blood thrumming.
Her face is flushed a deep crimson as she shyly peeks up at me from beneath her lashes.
“What took you so damn long?” she whispers, the breathy challenge snapping the very last of my fraying restraint.
I take that as my definitive green light, effortlessly hooking my arms under her and hoisting her bridal style against the heavy, frantic thrum of my heart.
I haul her across the threshold and into the trailer, kicking the door shut with a finality that locks the world, and the club out as I prepare to show this woman exactly what she’s come to mean to me.
Our eyes stay locked on one another’s as I walk us to her bedroom.
The narrow hallway feels like it’s shrinking, the air thick with an anticipation that makes every step toward that door feel like a monumental shift in our relationship.
I can feel the warmth of her body through her clothes, a grounding heat that finally silences the distractions that steadily stay on my mind.
Before this goes any further, I have to ask, “Are you sure you’re ready for this, beautiful? ”
Jersey doesn’t flinch, instead, she reaches up, her small fingers tracing the line of my jaw as she offers a look of such absolute certainty it nearly brings me to my knees.
“If you were to ask me that a month ago, I would’ve said absolutely not, but spending time with you, watching you with your brother, the way you put everyone before yourself, I’d say I’m more than ready,” she declares, her voice unwavering and strong.
A possessive roar ignites in my chest at her admission.
She’s laying herself bare, offering me the trust I’ve worked so hard to earn.
I lean in until our foreheads rest together, the air between us thick with the promise of what is to come.
I need her to understand the weight of this step, the absolute nature of the bond we’re about to forge.
“I need to make it known that the second I get you in that bed and claim you, there’s no turning back,” I divulge, my voice dropping and vibrating against her skin.
I want there to be no shadow of a doubt in her mind about my intentions.
I’m not just looking for a lover to pass the time, I’m claiming my old lady, the woman who will stand by my side through the lawlessness of the club and the peace we’ll find in our home.
“Once I have you, I’m not letting you go.
You’ll be under my protection and the club’s for the rest of your life. ”
She doesn’t flinch at the intensity in my gaze or the possessive edge in my tone. Instead, she runs her fingers through my hair, her touch grounding me even as it sets my blood on fire. Her eyes are wide and full of a quiet, fierce certainty.
“Again, what are you waiting for?” she sasses, her voice small but unwavering.
A shy smile tugs at her lips, a contrast to the heat burning in her eyes.
“I’ve spent my life looking for a place to belong, one where I didn’t have to hide.
I found that with you and the family we’re building. I was born to be yours, Slayer.”
After tonight, there’ll be no talk of my punishment, that’s done and over with.
The blood I shed in that ring bought us here, and I’ll never look back.
We’ll stay away from her past, the one that has her scared of every noise, and I’ll make sure the only thing she hears from now on is the steady beat of my heart.
I want to erase every horrid memory of those men who let their hands roam and the parents who looked the other way.
After we’re done, she’ll feel my love and nothing else will matter.
I’ll be her shield, and her home, proving to her with every touch that she’s finally exactly where she belongs.
With me. With the Kings. She’ll be more than a teacher, a bystander, a best friend and sister, she’ll be an old lady with my name on her back.
“There’s no turning back now, Jersey,” I warn her.
I place her gently on the bed, her hair spreading across the pillows like a silk fan, before I begin shedding my clothes with a frantic, focused energy.
I’ve never moved as fast as I do in this moment, driven by an ache that’s been building since that first morning on the porch.
The primal need to have my fingers running up and down her soft flesh, to finally have her intoxicating taste on my tongue, has me moving quicker than the man of steel, desperate to bridge the last few inches between us and claim what’s mine.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, baby.”
“I'm enjoying the show,” she tells me, her voice a breathy whisper that nearly snaps the last of my control.
She leans back against the pillows, waving her hand around in a slow, deliberate arc from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as she takes in every inch of me.
There's a new fire in her eyes, a hunger that matches my own, and it tells me that the shy teacher is finally ready to let her old lady out to play.
“The curtains are about to be drawn, Jersey girl,” I huskily announce, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I toss the very last of my clothing onto her desk chair.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
I’m moving in to show her that she never has to hide from the outside world again, because from here on out, her home is right here in my arms. “Let me help you.”
“Please,” she purrs. In my naked glory, I crawl up the bed and gently lift her from her splayed position.
Slowly and methodically, I disrobe her. My eyes laser in on her see through bra, her dusky nipples like a beacon that I can’t ignore.
Leaning over, through the fabric, I draw one into my mouth, causing her back to bend as she shoves her chest closer to me. “Oh fuck.”
A sly grin has my lips turning upward as I reach around and unclasp her bra, slowly drawing the straps down and over her arms until it falls and pools in her lap.
I take a moment to admire the beauty of her, the way the soft lamplight dances across her skin, highlighting every curve and shadow that I’ve only ever traced in my dreams.
Her breath hitches, a small, fragile sound that vibrates in the narrow space between us.
There is no fear in her gaze anymore, just a raw, unadulterated hunger that matches mine.
I lean in, my nose brushing against the crook of her neck, inhaling that sweet, flowery perfume that has become my absolute favorite scent.
I want to memorize this feeling—the weight of her in my arms, the heat radiating from her body, and the way her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Jersey,” I growl. I’m through with the waiting and the near misses. From here on out, there are no more secrets, and no more ‘club business’ to keep us apart. I’m claiming her as my own.
She lets out a low, shaky sigh and pulls me closer, her body molding perfectly to mine. “I’m yours, Slayer,” she whispers, her voice a promise that settles deep into my soul. “Always.”
Crawling backward with a primal, focused energy, I latch onto her panties and tug them down her legs. As soon as the material is no longer in the way, I spread her legs wide, running my nose down the inside of her thigh.
“Fuck, Jersey, I can’t wait to taste you,” I growl. She arches her back, her fingers digging into the bedding as she mewls, wrapping her legs around my neck, burying my head between the apex of her thighs.
The sound she makes, a broken, needy little sob, shatters the last of my restraint.
I’ve lived my life in the grit, surrounded by the harsh noise of the club and the constant threat of the Dragons, but this is the only truth I need.
In this cramped trailer, under the soft glow of the lamp, I’m not just a VP or a brother’s keeper, I’m a man finally reaching for the peace I never thought I deserved.
Jersey is the anchor I didn’t know I was searching for, and as I lose myself in her, I know the war outside can wait.
Tonight, there is only the heat of her skin, the scent of her hair, and the absolute certainty that she is exactly where she belongs, under my protection, in my heart, and mine.
With those heavy thoughts playing in my mind, I dig in like a starved man who only needs her sweet nectar to survive.
I move with a primal hunger, desperate to show her with every touch how much she’s come to mean to me.
I swipe my tongue through her folds, my tastebuds bursting with a unique flavor that belongs solely to her, a taste that marks the beginning of our forever together.