Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
axel
With the weather being so cold, all of the guys start driving cages instead of bikes.
This is usually my least favorite time of the year because being on my bike used to be the only time I found any peace.
But since I found Jenna, the transition hasn’t been nearly as difficult.
I still would rather be riding my Harley, but I can manage with the truck for a few months.
Jenna has been quiet since Cal showed her the picture of Mike, AKA Officer Stevenson.
When I had Ace look into the guy who helped Jenna escape, I expected him to tell me he was just a member who probably felt guilty, but when Cal showed up and told me they’d found him and he’s a cop who’s been M.I.A.
for over three months, I got a bad feeling in my gut.
Something about this whole thing seems extremely suspicious.
I reach over and rest my hand on Jenna’s thigh, giving a light squeeze.
She doesn’t turn to look at me but instead just rests her hand on top of mine.
I don’t want to push her to talk, but I also don’t want her to get stuck in her own head.
These last few weeks since her kidnapping have been difficult for her, and I don’t want this to slow her healing.
I am so proud of her and her willingness to fight and talk about what’s going on inside her head, but tonight I can see she’s retracting, going back to keeping her thoughts bottled up.
Luckily, we pull up in front of the clubhouse a few moments later. Jenna swings open her door the second I put the car in park and speed walks inside. I half-jog to meet up with her at the door and press my hand to the cold wood, not allowing her to pull it open yet.
“Dane, let me open it,” she says in a serious voice.
“Not until you look at me.”
Jenna sighs heavily, finally looking at me.
“If this becomes too much, you have to tell me.” I say making sure to look her right in the eyes. She sighs, closing her eyes, and I can almost hear her counting to ten in her head.
I can’t control myself around her. I cup the sides of her face and run my thumbs over her soft, supple cheeks and lips.
Her eyes flutter closed as I feel her start to melt into my touch.
If I had half a mind, I would throw her over my shoulder and take her home, not let her be pulled back into this shit.
But I know she needs this; she needs to get this out of her mind so she can move forward.
I’ve seen the way she scans every room she enters and how jumpy she has become.
Everyone has noticed. That’s the only reason we are letting her in on this meeting.
I stay still as I memorize every curve and line on her angelic face.
The way her long, inky black lashes fan across the tops of her cheeks and how rosy and pouty her lips are.
The need to be inside her consumes me. I lean in and seal our lips together.
She instantly grabs onto my cut, pulling me closer, deepening our kiss.
Before she can protest, I pull her up my body so her legs are wrapped around my waist, pushing her dress up her thighs.
Walking back to the truck, I swing open the back door and gently set Jenna down on the soft leather.
With the truck being tall, the seat sits perfectly at shoulder height, giving me a delicious view of Jenna’s already soaked lace panties.
Running my hands up her creamy thighs, the thin material of her dress bunches against my wrists until it settles at her hips.
She shivers at my touch, and a trail of goosebumps rise where my hands have been.
I want to take my time with her, fill her until she can’t think about any of her worries, but we don’t have the time.
This will be hard and fast, giving us both the release we need before the shit show that’s waiting for us inside burns through any peace we have left.
I grab the scrap of light blue fabric covering her and tear it from her body, leaving Jenna bare to me.
A slightly annoyed but lust-filled gasp leaves her mouth as she stares at the remnants of her underwear in my hand.
“Those were my favorite,” she grumbles under her breath.
“I’ll get you more. Hell, I’ll buy as many pairs as you want.
Because Angel, every chance I get, I will rip apart every pair of panties that stands in the way of me and this sweet pussy.
” My gruff response sends a flush across her cheeks and neck.
I level my gaze at her. She’s practically dripping down her legs, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
My cock hardens against my jeans, straining the trousers until it’s painful.
“You really can be romantic when you want to be,” Jenna’s sarcastic remark is the last thing we exchange before I pull her hips to the edge of the seat and bury my face into her sweet pussy.
She instantly arches her back, pushing her delicious tits into the air as I circle her clit in lazy strokes, savoring her taste.
Jenna lays back across the backseat, and I slide a finger inside her hot, wet, waiting entrance.
It only takes a few seconds for her walls to start rippling around me.
I push another finger inside her, curling them until I hit the spot that sends her body into a frenzy.
She writhes beneath my mouth as I relentlessly take everything she gives me.
I feel Jenna’s body become languid as her eyes lock onto mine.
A glimmer of satisfaction and desire sparkles in her deep green eyes, and my heart constricts in my chest. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, and she is mine.
“Mr. Romano, that was all good and well, but you have something else that I want.” A gorgeous, relaxed smile spreads across her face as she slowly moves farther into the backseat.
I step up into the cab and close the door behind me. The truck is still warm from our drive, but the air crackles with the heat between us.
“And what would that be, Mrs. Romano?” I keep my response calm, although the need to bury myself in her makes my heart pound against my chest.
“Hmm… if you really don’t know, we really need to work on your deductive reasoning skills.”
A carefree giggle slips from her lips as I pull her into my lap, pinning her legs to the side of me and wrapping my hand around the base of her neck, holding her in place.
Slowly I kiss and lick my way across her shoulders and down her chest, the car fills with her needy pants.
Her pulse thrums exquisitely fast underneath my lips, reminding me of a hummingbird’s wings.
“You’re playing with fire, Angel. Undo my pants,” I command as I hold her in place.
Her delicate hands methodically undo my pants, then slowly pull my boxers down until I spring free, my cock jutting out and resting on her stomach.
She moves without instruction, rising up onto her knees before sinking down onto me.
She’s so wet that she easily takes all of me, but she sits perfectly still when she is fully seated, adjusting to my size.
“Baby, you’re going to have to move, or I’m going to fucking cum right now. You’re so fucking tight,” I growl at her, moving my hips to create some movement between us.
Her velvety walls tighten around me, and I let out a warning growl. I look at Jenna to see her with a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Move,” I say again, trying to keep my voice calm when all I can think about is that I never want this to end.
Jenna, relaxed and playful, gives me her full attention.
This feeling is the best fucking feeling in the world.
I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky to have her, but I will try my hardest to make sure she is this carefree every damn day.
She starts to bounce on my dick in quick, rapid strokes, mixing in slow, deep movements.
I slip the straps of her dress down her shoulders, which sends the silk cascading down to her hips to meet the rest of the fabric.
The bruises that cover her skin make me want to burn the world down, to bring those fuckers back to life just to kill them again.
Her delicious, lush breasts bounce with every movement.
Rosy nipples taunt me as her head falls back with pleasure.
“Eyes on me, beautiful. I want to watch you come all over my cock.” I barely get the words out when her emerald eyes lock onto mine.
I love seeing her in control, but fuck, I need to watch her fall apart around me.
Grabbing her hips, I take control of our pace.
Jenna leans back, giving me an uninterrupted view of me slamming into her as her tits bounce uncontrollably.
“Dane… I… oh god… I’m going to—” Jenna’s mouth falls open as I continue my unrelenting pace, pounding into her from below.
“Play with your clit for me, Angel.” The moment her fingers circle her clit, she begins to clamp down around me.
“Cum now,” I grit out.
Her eyes never leave mine as we both find our release together. Her body shakes in my hold as her orgasm slams into her. Our movements slow until the only sounds left in the car are our ragged breaths.
She pulls back, breaking our kiss, leaving us both panting for more. “I’m okay, I promise.” Her words crash us both back to reality.
“Don’t lie to me, Angel. I know you, and all of this has been weighing on you.” I stare into her bright green eyes and see a flash of sadness. Jenna quickly puts up her facade of bravery once more. She moves off my lap, and I let her, giving her the space she needs.
We both get dressed again and exit the vehicle. I watch as Jenna smooths the front of her dress down with her hands and takes in a shaky breath. Any hint of relaxed, carefree Jenna is gone as quickly as she arrived.
“I’m okay, Axel. You have to let me do this. I can’t not know who he is.” She starts wringing her hands together again; it’s a new tick I’ve seen her doing when she’s nervous.