Chapter 35 Roderick
Imove us forward until her back hits the glass shower wall, trapping her between it and me.
If I thought my pants did little to conceal how I felt about her the other day, I might as well be already naked now for the little good my boxers do.
She pulls back, catching my lower lip between her teeth as she goes, tugging on it before she lets it pop free.
“Firefly,” I warn her, my voice a low growl while pressing into her. Not quite grinding against her, but ensuring she knows exactly what it is she’s doing to me.
Her soft gasp is like music to my ears, and this time I do grind against her, unable to stop myself.
Bad idea.
The moan that leaves her mouth as I move against her is pure fucking sin.
She’s wearing a larger t-shirt, and somehow, in my earlier anger, I hadn’t noticed that her shorts are damn near nonexistent.
These aren’t the regular clothes she works out in, and my guess is she rolled out of bed and headed to the gym.
How anyone could keep their head with her in this is beyond me.
No wonder Zander always finds his way to her each night. How could you ever want to be anywhere else?
Lucky bastard.
Jade’s hands trail down my neck, moving to explore my arms and chest. Her fingers ghost over my skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake as she examines old scars hidden behind ink or just a few of my more intricate tattoos.
Her hand stops on my left rib, resting on my Vengeance tattoo that covers one of my largest scars. She turns her eyes back to meet mine, and I can see the question there even before she asks.
“I got stabbed a few years ago when we were still just runners. A regular hadn’t been able to pay, and when we went to leave, he pulled a knife.
It was Spence and me, and he’d gone for Spencer when his back was turned.
I got Spencer out of the way, but when I took the guy to the ground, he shifted, and I got a knife in my side.
The stupid fuck hadn’t even meant to stab me.
He knew who I was, knew who my father was; that’s why he went after Spence.
Nobody wanted to fuck with the son of the chief of police,” I tell her, shaking my head at how fucking stupid the whole thing was.
Her lips pull down in a frown, and I brush my thumb over her cheek to soothe her.
“It’s alright. Spencer got to pay me back for it later, and I’m fine.
Plus, it gave me a great spot to put the gang ink,” I tell her with a smirk.
My scars have never been something I was proud of.
I don’t show them off the way Zander used to when we were younger, but as the crease between Jade’s eyebrows disappears, I know it was a good call.
After all, she’s covered in them. If that's not a sign of strength, I’m not sure what is. Every scar says I'm here.
I survived.
“How did Spencer pay you back?” she asks, but I shake my head.
“That’s a story you're going to have to ask him for,” I tell her, leaning forward to kiss up her neck with her face still cradled in my hand, unable to resist any longer.
She sighs, and it ruffles my hair. I’m not sure if it’s because of my answer or my lips on her neck, but I’ll take it. Every sound she makes goes right to my cock, fueling my already insane need for her.
Her head lulls back to give me better access, and when it thumps against the glass, she doesn’t even seem to notice. When her hand comes up to rest on mine against her face, she pulls away abruptly.
“You should really get that glass out before it gets infected,” she scolds me, a hint of teasing in her tone. “Want me to call Trent up here to help you?” she asks with a chuckle that lets me know she’s mocking me.
I bite her neck, and her laughter morphs into a gasp that has me bucking against her. I release her after a moment, kissing the same spot as she wiggles in my hold. Moving back up her neck, I kiss along the same path back to her lips.
“If you call Trent up here, he can help me, but it won’t be with the glass in my hand, Firefly,” I tell her between kisses, letting my intention sink in.
I know she gets it when she sucks in a sharp breath, her legs tighten around my waist like a vice.
Fuck, I hadn’t thought we could get any closer, but just that little bit of added pressure is enough that I can feel the heat of her through the thin layers that separate us.
I feather a kiss at the corner of her mouth before I pull back.
She’s a damn vision in my arms, and I watch as her chest rises and falls, her head still rests against the glass, her back arched, pressing her chest out.
I soak in every detail of her like this.
I’m not sure if this is something she will ever want again, and if that's the case, I need to be able to relive this moment as often as I can.
Her eyes flutter open after a moment, our gazes finding each other like we’re drawn together.
“So call ‘em,” she challenges, her voice thick, almost incoherent with desire. Knowing I’ve done this to her is enough to drive me almost to the point of madness. All the reasons I had to stay away fill my head, but now, instead of making me want to pull away, they make me want her more.
I have the leader of one of the largest, most known gangs on the East side of the states in my arms like this. I did this to her. How many people can say that? How many people can say they lived to meet Froggie, let alone get the chance to serve her, to worship her?
Pride fills my chest at the thought, and I shake my head as she watches me.
I’m not usually a selfish man. I’ve never had a problem sharing a girl with my brothers, but this moment is mine.
Trent, or whoever else she wants, can join us another time.
Right now, I’m the reason for her flushed cheeks, labored breathing, and hooded eyes, and I intend to be the one giving her what her body craves.
So long as that’s what she wants.
“If this isn’t something you want, I need you to tell me now, Jade,” I tell her, my voice firm, letting her know I’m serious.
Her eyes focus a bit before she tilts her head and gives me a smirk that’s pure mischief. I’ll be damned if it doesn’t make her even more appealing, knowing she could wreak havoc if she so chooses.
“If I didn’t want this, do you think I’d be here?” she questions, wrapping an arm around my neck and grinding herself against me. My eyes roll back, and I know I had something I wanted to say, but the feeling of her makes my mind go blank.
“If I wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be, you would know it,” she tells me, and while I know that’s true, it’s not the answer I’m looking for. I want a yes or no. I need to know without a shadow of a doubt that she wants this, that she’s choosing this, choosing me.
Everything is her fucking choice from now on.
“Firefly,” I grit out the stupid nickname that fits her so damn well as I try to get my brain to form a coherent thought.
Thankfully, she seems to understand without me needing to actually put it into words.
Jade pushes herself flush against me, her tits press against my chest, and her nipples press through the fabric as she molds her body to mine. Her gaze meets mine, unwavering.
“I want this, Rick. I want you.”
I sigh in relief, realizing I was damn near holding my breath, waiting for her reply.
Her words of approval snap the last bit of self-restraint I held onto, and I lunge forward, sealing my lips to hers.
Pressing her back against the glass, I hold her there so I can run my hand up her body.
I thread my fingers into her hair, pulling her head back so I can have access to her neck again.
She doesn’t fight me. Her breathy gasps let me know she enjoys it. Yet I still find myself telling her, “Let me know if I’m too rough.” As I nip and suck my way down her neck to the small bit of exposed skin that the baggy t-shirt shows off.
She chuckles, the sound so deep and husky that it goes straight to my balls as my cock throbs in response. “You're going to have to be a lot rougher than that to scare me away, Ricky boy.”
Before I have time to respond to that stupid nickname, she reaches down, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and peeling it over her head in one swift motion. My hand is still wrapped in her hair, leaving the shirt hanging on my arm, but I hardly notice.
When we first found Jade, she was thin but not sickly like some of the other girls. She’s small by nature, but even with her slight bit of muscle, it was clear she wasn’t eating right.
That's not the case anymore. I knew with proper nutrition, she would gain mass, and her body would develop more. While most of that development built muscle with all her time in the gym, some of it was curves. Her hips had a decent shape now, her tits were more prominent, and her fucking ass...
I groan just thinking about it. I swear it grows by the day with all her training.
I’d noticed the change; how could I not?
But seeing the change in how her clothes fit and seeing the change naked on display were completely different.
I let my eyes roam over her, drinking her in.
She hates her scars. It's in her eyes anytime she talks about them, but to me, they only add to her appeal. She’s a fucking warrior, and like my own scars, hers show that she survived.
I hadn’t expected her to be so forward, but I’m not complaining.
Leaning down, I catch one of her hardened nipples in my mouth.
I suck hard before I graze my teeth along the sensitive skin and let it drop with a pop.
I show the same attention to her other one before I finally drop my hand from her hair, needing to feel the weight of them in my hands.
Gripping her breasts pulls at my cuts, and I hiss at the sting as blood drips down my hand. I’d forgotten about my injury momentarily, so caught up in Jade, but now I can’t look away from it as my blood drips down my hand and onto her chest.