Chapter 15
JADE
Pouring orange juice into two cups, I shake what my mama gave me to the beat of a nineties pop song playing on my phone.
Yes, I know Josh hates this music, but I’m in a great mood and he’s asleep, so I’m safe.
I’m also making him breakfast for once—those pancakes he promised in his drunken stupor.
They should help with whatever hangover he’s gonna have.
Oh… and the ring, it’s still on my finger. Partly because it’s a gorgeous emerald with a diamond band, and partly because he may not remember giving it to me, and I can’t wait to see how red his face gets when he realizes what he did last night.
I’m giddy with anticipation.
A little mix, mix here, and a pan heating there, and I’m living it up barefoot in my pajamas as I lip-sync.
“Fuck. You’re gorgeous,” the man in question rasps in that just-woke-up gravel. Padding straight into the kitchen, he wraps his arms around me from behind, nuzzles my neck, and kisses me there. “You makin’ pancakes, my love?”
My silly stomach swoops down to my feet and flies back up again like a rollercoaster ride at his sweetness.
A naughty hand slides down my front to cup me there, and I almost drop the spatula. “How about we finish those, and I get my real breakfast?” he whispers hotly against the shell of my ear.
On a gasp, I swat his arm. “Josh.”
“Babe, I feel like shit. The only cure is your pussy.” He nips my shoulder, and I shiver as my needy lady part clenches at the prospect of having his undivided attention.
Not giving in to temptation, I bump my ass back into his thighs. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.” To prove said point, the man spins me around, plucks the spatula from my hand, tosses it on the counter, and lifts me.
Up I go, off the ground, and I squeak because…
duh… I’m not on the floor anymore. Josh’s laughs are carefree and diabolical as he settles me on the chilly counter before turning off the stove.
Then he’s on me, ripping my shorts down my legs and diving in.
Everything happens so fast, I can barely keep up.
His hot mouth latches onto my clit, and I moan. It’s loud and shocking, and damn, he feels good.
Emboldened by his desire for me, I grip Josh’s messy bed hair and force him against my center, where he groans like he can’t get enough. I squeeze my thighs around his head, and he shudders, digging his fingers into the meat of my thighs as he feasts.
WHITE BOY
Best. Breakfast. Ever.
Bending over the counter, with Jade’s legs over my shoulders, I eat and eat and eat. Her breathy moans, mixed with shitty pop music, create the perfect symphony. I woke up hard this morning, in bed, alone, and I didn’t fucking like it. This is much better.
On a breathy, dick-bucking gasp, she slaps the counter, and I smile against her folds before sucking that delicious little bundle of nerves between my lips.
To take it a little step further, I slip a single finger into her pussy.
Jade’s violent tremble in response is the green light I need to keep going.
So, I do. I worship my woman until her moans turn choked and needy.
Every time she pulls my hair, my cock drips precum, soaking the front of my boxers.
“You’re… you’re… Josh. I…” On a keening cry, Jade damn near pulls my hair out from the roots as her body bows off the counter.
Curving my finger inside my woman, I massage that spot and continue to give her clit the love it deserves.
It’s no surprise when she shatters, I follow her over.
Fucking the air, my eyes roll into the back of my skull, and I forget to breathe as cum paints the inside of my boxers.
My woman is right there with me, writhing as I wring her dry.
When she melts onto the counter, I give her sweet pussy a final kiss before standing.
Her lids are heavy, lips red, hair splayed around her as she catches her breath, tits jiggling under her tank top.
Jade stretches out and pokes a black polished toe into my abs—a smile tips at the side of her mouth. “Good morning,” she purrs.
Licking my lips, I taste her there as I grab her foot and rub it. “Morning, sweetness.”
She groans at my ministrations. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Hmmm. Yeah. So good.” Jade tugs the edge of her tank top down to cover her belly, and on her finger is…
I steal her hand. “Where did you get this?”
“You gave it to me.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
“Fuck.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You don’t remember?” she asks with an edge of humor in her voice.
“No.”
Her lip twitches. “Ah. So, then you probably don’t remember telling me you’re a virgin, either.”
I palm my face. “Fuckin’ hell. No. I don’t.” Drunk me needs to learn to keep his goddamn mouth shut.
“Is it true?”
“Which part?”
“Josh.” She pokes me in the stomach with her toe again.
“Fine,” I growl, admitting it, even if I don’t want to. “Yeah. It’s true.”
“How?”
“Do you want the real reason or the watered-down, friend reason?” If she’s a sane woman, she’ll want the watered-down version. It’s less complicated that way, but I know her. She’s not sane enough to go the easy route.
“The real. Duh.”
See.
On a pained groan, I flick my chin to the cups Jade filled for us. “Then I’m gonna need some food first and that glass of OJ.”
With a shallow nod, she silently agrees.
Offering her my hand, I tug her upright before scooting her to the edge of the counter, where I haul her pussy against my spent cock.
She blinks up at me, all adorable and shit.
A mixture of surprise and nerves lingers in her pretty gaze.
Knowing I can’t kiss her, even if I want to, I peck her cheek and grip her juicy ass.
But I linger there, touching her, listening to her little sounds, before I help her off the counter by dragging her entire front down mine.
It’s delicious, all those curves rubbing against me.
Her tits smashed against my abs. Trapping her against the cabinets, I peck her cheek once more before stepping back to give her space to move.
The mood is… I don’t even know… weird? Awkward?
It’s something… as we separate ways to finish our breakfast together.
I don’t bother cleaning up the sticky evidence in my boxers, and she doesn’t put her bottoms back on.
We plate our pancakes, collect the syrup and butter, and meet at the kitchen table.
I scoop an enormous pile of butter onto her plate, and she flashes me a shy smile.
There’s not much about Jade I don’t know.
How she likes her pancakes is filed away with everything else.
Like her popcorn order and how she likes her clit sucked.
I pour a disturbing amount of syrup over my mountain of pancakes and cut a healthy piece with the side of my fork.
“So?” Jade prompts around a bite. The side of her cheek pouches out like a chipmunk as she looks up at me expectantly.
Here goes nothin’.
“I’ve been saving myself for you.”
Eyes rounding to the size of the sun, Jade chokes on her mouthful, swallows hard, and sputters as she smacks the center of her chest before chugging half her juice in one go.
My cheeks singe with awkwardness, but I power on.
Resting my elbow on the table, I heave an audible sigh.
“Big gave me a month to be here and get shit in order. That includes coming clean with my feelings. I know it’s not the most opportune time, but I’ve kept them to myself for years.
You tryin’ to kill yourself kinda bumped up the timeline. ”
I pause a beat to see if Jade has anything to say.
Her eyes lock on mine when she dips her chin, urging me to go on.
“Look. I don’t expect anything from you.
I’m not stickin’ around on the off chance you might be into me.
I’m here because I love you. I will always love you.
I will always have your back… and if you see me that way, too, maybe you’ll keep wearin’ that ring, and eventually we’ll make it official.
” I flick my eyes to said ring, cozy around her finger.
It fits her just as I knew it would. Perfect.
“You and Hunter are much safer if I claim you. You’ll have more than just the mother chapter at your back. You’ll have the entire fuckin’ cavalry of the Sacred Sinners. Nobody fucks with our old ladies or our kids.”
Swallowing a bite of pancake, Jade nods as if she gets what I’m puttin’ down.
“I think we’ve covered, you’re mine. Whether you see it that way or not, it doesn’t matter to me.
If you find another man, you’re still gonna be mine.
If you stay single, you’re always gonna be mine.
Yeah, I chose not to get my dick wet because I’d much rather give it to you.
Which, if you haven’t gathered, ain’t a Sacred Sinner thing to do.
Most of the brothers fuck whatever they can, whenever they can.
I can’t say I haven’t touched women, but I ain’t fucked ‘em. My dick, should you want it, will always be yours. Hell. It’ll be yours even if you don’t. ”
“Josh—”
Not ready for her rejection, I cut her off.
“I want your brand, sweetheart. Right here.” Scooting my chair back, I pull the leg of my boxers up to show the inside of my thigh, right where my brothers are branded for their old ladies.
Not everyone does it. It’s an old-school tradition that’s been phased out over the years, but my brother, Gunz, did it for his old lady, Kit.
Jade deserves the same respect. To know she owns me as much as I own her.
Whether I’m home or on the road, I’ve got her with me.
If only she knew how true that already was.
“You’re serious.”
“Very.”
“About all of it.”
“Yep.”
“What if I don’t want more kids?”
“Then we won’t have ‘em.”
“You might change your mind and want them later,” she argues, like that would somehow sway me.