Chapter 18
JADE
How many times can an officer swap from Jekyll to Hyde?
I counted six times yesterday. Six. The jerk knew from the moment he sat down across from me in that sterile room with a mirror that I wasn’t gonna talk.
But he tried. He tried so hard that I almost offered to give him a gold star for his effort.
We’re talking, bullying, flirting, and more. How pathetic.
Officer Fuckwad.
That’s his name.
If I see him again, it’ll be too soon.
He wasn’t much older than Josh, and the maturity difference between the two is stifling. Compared to this baby-faced pig, Josh is a fifty-year-old grandpa.
Speaking of Josh, who’s wrapped around me like a tattooed, muscly monkey, I tighten his arm around my waist. He’s warm, possibly too warm, with his leg draped over mine and his chest pressed against my bare back.
His third leg is snuggled between my cheeks.
We’re naked. After showering upon our return to the compound, we were too tired to find clean clothes, so we fell into bed and promptly passed out.
There was something about Hunter packing Josh’s room.
He pointed to the stack of boxes and bags full of clothes lining one wall right before I dropped my towel and dove into bed.
The sisters must have changed the sheets before we arrived.
They smell fresh and less like a sweaty teen. Knowing Bink, I’d expect nothing less.
A certain man mumbles against the back of my head, and I grin.
I’m happy today. Happier than I have been for as long as I can remember.
You’d think after killing those men and seeing all that blood and gore that I’d feel different—changed somehow.
Sad, depressed, or even angry. But I’m not.
Sure, it was terrifying in the moment, and I’m sad one of our tattooists and our apprentice died at the hands of those assholes, but I didn’t have nightmares last night.
If the light filtering through Josh’s single window is any indication, it’s well past morning, so I slept more than a handful of hours.
“Babe?” Josh’s gritty morning voice sends a flock of seagulls loose in my belly.
“Yeah?” I whisper, resting my hand over his on my stomach.
“Why you up?” he rasps.
“Because my body woke me up.”
“No bad dreams?”
“Nope.”
He snuggles me tighter. “That’s good. Now go back to sleep, so I can stay here a few more hours.”
“Josh.”
“Shhhh. No talky,” he mumbles against the back of my head. “More naked, sleepy, cuddles.”
“Can we have naked, awake cuddles instead?” I ask, holding back laughter.
“No,” he grumbles in the cutest way imaginable.
“Why not?”
“Shhhh. You’re waking him up. Just go back to sleep. We won’t bother you if you’re asleep.” As if on cue, a particular part of his anatomy thickens.
“Oh. So you’re gonna bother me when I’m awake?”
“He will.”
With a smile splitting my face, I hum and roll my hips against Josh’s growing erection. Nestled between my cheeks, it’s achingly close to my pussy. His hot, groaning response against my neck and slight thrust of his hips are delicious as he slides just a little closer to what I want. Him.
I don’t want to wait any longer to try.
I could have died yesterday without trying to be with him or to be a better mom. A better friend. A better sister.
Josh gave me a second chance.
He gave me sleep and companionship.
Friendship and… love.
I want this. I want to try for him and for me.
If he wants it too.
When I reach back, grab his bare ass, and urge him forward to give him the green light, Josh trembles.
“Babe?” he croaks in wonder and clears his throat.
“Go on.”
“Jade. I…” Josh rests his forehead against the back of my head. “Fuck. Are you sure?”
Before I change my mind, I pat his hand on my stomach. “Yes. If you are.”
“Fuck.”
“Go on. I want this. I want you.”
“Fuck. I… Fuck…” As Josh’s shock wears off, there’s a moment where it’s just us tangled in bed together. A calmness settles in my chest and spreads to my fingertips as I close my eyes and breathe. This is what I need.
Him.
This.
Us.
Bending my top knee, Josh glides his cock through my wetness and rubs his head around my entrance, testing it, testing me. His hot breath bathes my neck in sharp pants, as he thrusts just enough to slip a fraction inside. My walls squeeze around him, hugging his thickness, wanting it.
“Babe,” he rasps and kisses me just once, on the side of my neck.
I run my hand down the side of his strong, hairy leg. “Go on.”
“Fuck.” Sinking his teeth into my shoulder, Josh drives all the way in, then stills. A bottomless groan of pleasure vibrates through our connection as he shudders and his cock jerks.
I wait for regret to come.
For the wrongness.
But it doesn’t.
It feels right to feel him there. To connect with his heart beating through my back as he cups my breast.
“Fuck. I love you,” Josh whispers at the shell of my ear.
“I love you too.” So very much.
“You’re marrying me.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers.
Biting back a moan, I whisper a shaky, “I know.”
“We’re doin’ this.”
“I know.”
“Fuck.” He nips my earlobe. I hiss in pain as it shoots straight to my pussy, and Josh kisses the sting away. “I can’t believe you’re real.”
WHITE BOY
I can’t believe this is happening.
Jade’s soft tit is in my hand, and my dick is nestled inside her heat. It pulses around my shaft, and I grit my teeth to keep from coming. It won’t take long. Not when I haven’t prepared. If I’d have known, I would have jacked off a thousand times before this, to give us more time.
Fuck. This is what the brothers are always going on about.
“Josh.” Jade’s needy whisper undoes me.
When I pull back and thrust again, my eyes roll into the back of my skull. She moans for me, soft, low, and so goddamn sexy I have to swallow hard to keep my shit together. Her body fits mine perfectly as I take what’s mine. The only thing I’ve ever wanted.
Gently, I fuck her perfect body. Peppering kisses across her shoulders, her ass nestled against my cock, I connect with Jade deeper than I have with anyone. Her gasps fuel me. Her shudders have my bare cock weeping.
“I love you so much.”
“Josh. I…”
“I’ve got you, babe. Fuck. You feel amazing.” To see her face, I pull out and roll Jade onto her back. Her breasts jiggle as I slip between her legs, wrap them around my hips, line up, and welcome myself back home, cradled in her soft thighs.
With dark hair fanned across the pillow, Jade’s neck elongates as she accepts all of me. Her heels dig into my ass, and fingers sink into my shoulders as I cover her luscious body with mine.
Brushing my lips across hers, I nuzzle the side of her nose. “Babe.”
“Josh.”
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. Are you doing okay?”
“Yes.”
Pulling back just enough to look into her stunning eyes and make sure we are on the same page, I brush a strand of hair off Jade’s forehead. “I’ve got you.”
“I know,” she croaks.
A lone tear drips down her cheek, and I kiss it away before I make love to my future wife, the woman who owns me body and soul.
Nails score my shoulders as she undulates, urging me to take more.
So, I do. I take it all. Kissing her hard, I rut Jade like a beast, and her sweet, wet pussy sucks me in.
Pleasure rips up my spine, forcing my toes to curl.
The bed squeaks. But she’s here with me.
Taking it all. Accepting me, accepting us.
Giving me everything I’ve ever wanted—her.
On a raspy cry, Jade trembles, and when her pussy clamps down, I’m a goner.
Dropping my head into the crook of her neck, I grit my teeth as I explode, filling her with cum as she spasms around me.
Just when I think she’s wrung me dry, I collapse, and she laughs so light and carefree, but my cock’s not done.
Still hard, he gives a little twitch, and I don’t bother asking if it’s okay when I fuck my future wife again, because she deserves it. She deserves everything.