Chapter 14 #2
We don’t talk. We don’t need to. The world narrows down to the rhythm under our feet, the press of his hand at my back, the way his body moves with mine like he’s tracking every small shift and sway.
My cheek brushes his chest when I lean in a little closer, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing settles something deep in me that’s been tight for longer than I realized.
I tilt my head up just enough to catch his eyes.
They’re dark and focused. The solid heat of him against my stomach sends a low ripple through me, waking something reckless and aching.
I’m tired of being the perfect big sister and the reliable real estate agent.
Tired of always being the one in charge.
I want someone else to take the lead. To guide me through this, to hold the reins for once.
And I want it to be Rev. No. I want it to be Javier. I need the man, not the biker.
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and bite down as I shift closer, impossibly closer, my chest pressing into his.
He pulls in a sharp breath, and when I look up again his eyes are smoldering, ready to combust. His hands flex on my hips, dragging our centers together, and then his mouth claims mine.
A sound slips out of me before I can stop it, and he takes it as an invitation, his tongue brushing against mine.
The kiss is all hunger and collision, heat sparking straight through my bloodstream.
This isn’t sweet. This isn’t careful. This is real. And it’s going to fucking burn.
I kiss him back just as fiercely, needing his touch like oxygen. He pulls away abruptly, his hands threading into my hair, anchoring me there. “What are you doing, Princess?” he pants against the side of my head, breath hot and unsteady.
“You know.” My voice comes out rough, honest in a way that scares me a little.
He pulls back enough to search my face, dark eyes scanning mine like he’s looking for the truth underneath the want. “Are you sure?”
I give a small nod. It feels like stepping off a ledge and trusting the fall.
That’s all it takes. He grabs my hand and pulls me through the bar, tossing a couple of twenties onto the table without breaking stride.
The door barely closes behind us before he’s got me pressed against the brick wall outside, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other tipping my chin up as his mouth crashes into mine again.
The kiss is deep and claiming, all heat and urgency and barely contained restraint.
My pulse detonates under my skin. God, I want him to own this moment.
To take control. To take every decision out of my hands and carry me somewhere I don’t have to be strong anymore.
His hard cock presses against me and I suddenly can’t wait. Recklessly, I slide my hand down his stomach before finding the button of his jeans.
“Fuck, Brooke,” he gasps, the sound rough and wrecked like it’s dragged straight out of his chest.
I pop the button loose and tug the zipper down, my pulse skidding when I slide my hand inside and close my fingers around him.
He’s already thick and unyielding, heavy in my palm, and then I feel it.
Smooth metal beneath my fingertips. I suck in a sharp breath, my nerves lighting up as I explore further.
“What the hell…” I murmur, half stunned, half thrilled.
A row of small, cool beads runs along the underside of him, spaced evenly beneath the skin, each one creating a subtle ridge that my fingers can’t stop tracing.
A Jacob’s ladder. Heat coils low in my belly, curiosity tangling with reckless want.
And then my thumb brushes the head of him and catches on another piece of cool metal, a small ring nestled there that makes my breath hitch all over again.
A Prince Albert. The realization sends another sharp shiver through me, my grip tightening without meaning to as his body reacts instantly, a rough sound tearing from his throat.
I glance up at him, expecting a smug, knowing grin.
Instead, the look staring back at me nearly steals my breath.
His jaw is tight, eyes dark and burning, hunger and restraint warring in equal measure.
There’s nothing playful about it. It’s raw.
Focused. Like I’ve just flipped some dangerous internal switch.
I tighten my hand around him, trying to wrap my fingers all the way around his thick length, but I can’t quite make it.
My fingertips don’t even touch. The awareness of just how much of him there is makes my stomach flip, a helpless little thrill curling through me as my thumb brushes one of the smooth metal beads again and his breath stutters like I’ve undone him with nothing but my hand.
I glide my hand up and down his shaft as he kisses down my neck, mouth lingering, teeth scraping just enough to make my skin prickle.
His palm closes around my breast, rough and demanding, like he’s claiming territory, and his hips start rolling into my hand, slow and deliberate, finding a rhythm that makes my knees feel weak.
His other hand slides between my thighs, brushing against my wet, needy pussy, making my breath hitch, close enough to make my body beg even before my mouth can. I moan, helpless and needy, every nerve ending screaming for more, for everything.
“Christ,” he growls against my ear, voice dark and wrecked. “You feel that? You’re already coming undone for me.”
My grip tightens without thinking, and his breath punches out of him in a broken sound, the vibration of it rippling straight through my palm.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, popping the button of my jeans and sliding his hand in, under my panties, warm skin against overheated skin.
His thumb finds my throbbing clit and teases just enough to make my hips jerk, a helpless little gasp catching in my throat.
“So damn desperate. All hot and needy in my hands like you’ve been waiting for this. ”
My head tips back, pulse skidding wild in my ears, another shaky moan slipping loose before I can stop it.
He lets out a low, wicked laugh, breath brushing my neck, the sound curling straight into my spine and lighting every nerve.
“Yeah,” he continues softly, dangerous and intimate all at once, his voice sinking under my skin.
“Keep touching me like that, baby. I wanna feel you lose control.”
I’m shaking with need, thighs tight, every nerve humming, wanting him to push me over the edge and give me the one thing I trust only him to give me. My voice comes out breathless and wrecked.
“Javi, please… please make me come.”
His mouth curves close to my ear, heat and promise in every word, his voice dropping into something possessive and molten. “That’s right. I’m your Javi. Only yours, Princess.”
His thumb works slow, deliberate circles over my clit, not rushing, not giving me enough, while two fingers skim through my slick folds like a warning instead of a touch.
My hips jerk helplessly into his hand, chasing it, begging without words.
I don’t want control. I don’t want to decide anything.
I just want him to take it from me, to tell my body what to do and make it obey.
My grip tightens around his cock, hot and heavy in my hand, damp at the tip.
I stroke him instinctively, sliding my palm along the thick length, feeling the pulse of him, the solid weight, the warm metal brushing my skin.
The need coils low and sharp in my belly, wild and impatient, my mind already unraveling at the thought of how he’d feel inside me, how he’d fill me, move me, claim every shaky breath I have left.
I’m trembling now, caught between wanting more and wanting to be made to wait, my body already tipping into that dangerous, delicious place where all I can think about is him being in charge and me letting go.
“This is what’s going to happen,” he says, voice dropping low, slow, deliberate like he’s already got me cornered. “You’re going to come for me when I tell you to. Then I’m putting you on the back of my bike and taking you back to my bed.”
My breath stutters. My pulse is everywhere. “What about you?”
His mouth curves, sharp and dangerous. Not a smile. A warning.
“What about me? Princess, this isn’t over. Not even close.” His eyes drag over me like he’s stripping me down layer by layer, claiming ground inch by inch. “You lit the match, and I’m going to burn it all the way to the ground.”
His jaw tightens, something wild flashing there before he reins it back in.
“I’ve wanted you for fucking ever. Stayed away. Told myself I wasn’t good enough for your perfect ass. Tried to pretend I could outrun this.” A low exhale. A dark, almost hungry laugh. “Turns out I’m done running.”
He leans in just enough that I feel the heat of him, the promise of him.
“There’s nothing you could do or say that would make me stay away from you. Nothing that could stop me now. You woke something up in me, Princess, and I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”
He seals his words with a brutal, claiming kiss that steals the air from my lungs. Teeth, tongue, heat. I barely have time to gasp before his hands snap around my wrists and slam them over my head against the wall, his body caging me in, solid and relentless, every hard line pressed into me.
I don’t want to stop touching him. Don’t want to lose the friction of skin on skin, the proof of how badly he wants me. My fingers claw at his shirt like I might drown without him.
He lets out a low, rough laugh that vibrates straight through my bones.
“Baby, if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna come,” he growls.
“And I want the first time you make me come to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt.” His grip tightens, possessive, commanding.
“Now be a good girl and feel everything I do to you.”
One thick finger drives into my pussy and my whole body jolts like I’ve been struck by lightning. A broken sound rips out of me, hips jerking helplessly into his hand, chasing the stretch, the pressure, the burn of need.
“Oh God…”
His mouth brushes my ear, voice dark and feral. “Not God, Princess. Javi. Say it.”
“Javi,” I moan, the word tearing out of me as he pumps his finger in and out of my soaked pussy, slow at first, then deeper, harder, like he’s staking a claim inside me. My thighs tremble, muscles going weak, heat pooling low and heavy.
Then he adds another finger and I shatter.
“Oh damn. Jesus Christ.”
My head falls back against the wall as he rubs my clit with ruthless precision, his thick fingers driving into me, relentless, greedy, his body pressed hard against mine so I can feel every inch of him, his free hand keeping me pinned exactly where he wants me.
My breath comes apart in gasps and broken whimpers. “Javi,” I choke, my body already spiraling out of control. “I’m going to come.”
I come hard. Harder than I ever have in my life.
The world whites out around the edges, my body locking up as the release tears through me in a rush so intense it almost scares me.
My breath fractures into broken little gasps, knees trembling, nerves still buzzing like live wire under my skin.
For a second I feel untethered, like I might float right out of my body if he doesn’t keep me anchored.
He slows his fingers, steadying me, bringing me back in slow, careful pieces.
His mouth shifts from hunger to something soft and reverent, kissing along my neck, lingering at the sensitive curve beneath my ear, then brushing my lips with gentle, unhurried presses.
The sudden tenderness after all that feral heat makes my chest tighten in a way that feels dangerously close to emotion.
He releases my wrists and helps me lower my arms, his hands firm and sure as he rubs the pins and needles out of my fingers.
Then he pulls me into him, holding me close, my cheek settling against his chest, his heartbeat still heavy and fast under my ear.
I breathe him in, the scent of heat and skin and him, my body still humming, soft and shaky and wrecked in the best possible way.
“Do you think anyone saw that?” I laugh, breathless and a little dazed, the words slipping out before my brain fully catches up.
“Fuck no,” he says immediately, voice rough, absolute. Possessive in a way that sends a quiet shiver through me. “I wouldn’t let anyone see you like this. If they did, I’d kill them and not give a single shit about it.”
The words shouldn’t make warmth bloom low in my belly again, but they do. Something about the certainty in his voice, the way he holds me like I’m something precious and dangerous all at once, settles into my bones and stays there.