Chapter 28 #2
His breath left him in a rush, his gaze turning molten as he took in the sight—me in nothing but panties and his cut. “Mine,” he said softly. Not possessive this time. Wondering. Like he couldn’t quite believe I was here.
“Yours,” I agreed.
Something fierce and tender flashed in his eyes. Then he was on me again, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my throat, my collarbone, my breasts. He took one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, and I arched into him with a moan.
His hand slid between my thighs, fingers stroking me through the damp lace of my panties. “Wet for me already.”
“It’s been a long time.” My voice was shaky. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”
“Only weeks?” He pushed my panties aside and slid one finger inside me, then two, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. “I’ve been thinking about this since the day we first met.”
I cried out as he worked me with his fingers, my hips rocking against his hand. He knew exactly how to touch me—remembered every spot that made me gasp, every rhythm that drove me higher. When I was trembling on the edge, he pulled his hand away.
“Not yet,” he murmured against my ear. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
He stripped off his shirt, revealing the familiar planes of his chest, the tattoos I’d traced so many times with my fingers and my tongue. I reached for his jeans and freed him, wrapping my hand around his cock.
The groan that escaped him made heat pool low in my belly. I stroked him slowly, running my hand up and down his length, relearning the feel of him. He was hard, and the way his breath hitched when I brushed my thumb over his tip made me feel powerful.
“Indira...” His voice was strained, a warning.
I ignored it, tightening my grip, watching his face as I worked him. His jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides like he was fighting for control. I’d missed this—the way I could undo him with a touch, the way his whole body responded to me.
I slid off the desk and dropped to my knees.
“Fuck,” he breathed as I leaned in and ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein from base to tip. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting him, and he let out a sound that was almost pained.
His hand found my hair, not pushing, just holding on. “Baby, you need to stop.”
I looked up at him through my lashes and licked him again, slow and deliberate.
“Indira.” He pulled me back up, his hands gripping my arms, his chest heaving. “It’s been over a year. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in your mouth, and that’s not how I want this to go.”
“No?” I smiled, feeling wicked and wanted. “How do you want it to go?”
“I want to come inside you.” His voice was raw. “I want to feel you around me when I lose it. I’ve been dreaming about it for over a year.”
“Then take me.”
He lifted me back onto the desk, positioning himself between my thighs. Then he paused.
“Shit,” he said, reaching for his desk drawer. He opened it and swore. “I don’t—I haven’t been with anyone since you left. Not once. I don’t have any.”
“I’m still on the pill,” I said. “And I got tested before I moved back. I’m clean.”
His eyes met mine, and I saw everything there—love, desire, gratitude, and something that looked like awe. “You’re sure you’re okay with no condom?”
I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I trust you, Jacob. Completely.”
He kissed me-soft and sweet and achingly tender-and then he finally pushed inside me, filling me completely. We both went still.
“God, Indira.” His forehead dropped to mine, his breath ragged. “You feel like coming home.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling every inch of him inside me. “Then stay.”
He began to move—slow at first, savoring each stroke, his eyes locked on mine. I matched his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet him, our bodies finding the familiar dance we’d perfected over months of being together.
But this was different. Before, our sex had always had an edge to it—passionate and intense, but with an undercurrent of possession on his part. I was his and he owned my body. This was something else entirely.
“Faster,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Please.”
He obliged, picking up the pace, his hips snapping against mine as he drove deeper. The desk shook beneath us, and I was dimly aware that his brothers could probably hear every sound we were making, but I didn’t care. Let them hear.
The pressure built inside me, coiling tighter with every thrust.
“Come for me,” he growled against my ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
That was all it took. I shattered, crying out his name as pleasure ripped through me, my whole body clenching around him. He followed moments later, burying himself deep and groaning as he spilled inside me.
We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together on his desk, both of us breathing hard. The cut had slipped off one shoulder, and he reached up to straighten it, his touch gentle.
“I love you,” he whispered against my neck.
“I love you too.” I pressed a kiss to his temple. “That was worth the wait.”
He laughed, low and satisfied. “We’re definitely christening every room in the clubhouse.”
“One thing at a time.” I smiled against his skin. “Let’s start with the couch.”
Afterward, as we lay tangled together on the leather couch in his office, I traced lazy patterns on his chest and marveled at how different everything felt.
“Your brothers probably heard that,” I said with no shame whatsoever.
“I bet.”
I laughed and kissed his jaw. “What happens now?”
“Now you’re officially my old lady. Now you’re part of the family. Now everyone knows you’re off limits and under club protection.”
“And what do I get out of this arrangement?”
He looked at me seriously. “You get me. All of me. You get a man who will put your happiness ahead of his own ego. You get a man who will spend every day trying to be worthy of the trust you’re giving him.
” His expression shifted, something wicked flickering in his eyes.
“And a man who will give you the best orgasms you’ve ever had. ”
I raised an eyebrow. “On demand?”
“Whenever you want them, baby.”
“That sounds like a pretty good deal.”
“The best deal I’ve ever made.”
I settled more comfortably against his chest, feeling the weight of the cut across my shoulders and the solid warmth of the man beneath me.
Outside his office, I could hear the sounds of the clubhouse—music and laughter and the low rumble of masculine voices. My new family, my new world, my new life.