Chapter 13
Jigsaw
W illow claiming me in front of not only mine and her brothers’ clubs but also the countless other clubs partying with us, had me falling even further in love with her.
I never expected her to take a swing on someone, but when Ghost whispered beside me, “Watch this,” I was fascinated by what was about to happen.
I stroked my cock as I approached the bed.
Willow was laid out, just like I wanted her, with her beautiful body of full display.
Usually, I’d take my time with her, but seeing her display of possession over me, I needed to be inside her.
I kneeled on the bed and came to rest between her spread legs.
Willow licked her lips as I positioned the head of my cock against her wet opening, and without warning, I slammed deep into her.
She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and without delay, I pulled back and thrust the length of my shaft back inside her.
Her head tilted back, and I lost sight of her eyes, so I reached down as I thrust my hips and took her throat in my hand, causing her eyes to lock with mine.
Her pussy squeezed me the more I applied pressure to her throat, and when I felt her walls convulse and she moaned as she came on my cock, I let my orgasm rush to the surface. Releasing my hold on her throat, I rested my forehead against her shoulder as I filled her with my seed.
“Fuck, darlin’,” I managed to say as I pushed my weight off her.
Her eyes were glazed over, and she smiled up at me as I leaned over and kissed her gently. It was completely opposite of the intense fuck I’d just given her, but it felt right. With ease, I withdrew from her and looked down to see our combined releases leaking from her.
The sounds of the party raging outside filtered through the window as I lay beside her and lifted my arm, encouraging her to rest her head on my chest. Blonde hair covered my shoulder and part of my chest as Willow snuggled up beside me, and I placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“So, you’re not mad?” she asked, and I tilted my head, trying to see her face.
She was curled up, so I couldn’t see the expression on her beautiful face, but I answered her anyway. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I have no reason to be mad when my woman just claimed me in front of my brothers.”
“I . . . I just got pissed when I saw her following you, and then she wouldn’t leave you alone, and, well . . . I reacted,” she replied, and I felt her shrug against me.
“You can react anytime you want, darlin’. Far be it for me to stop you when you feel my honor is at stake,” I joked, and she lifted her head to look at me. I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows at her, asking, “Do you think we should get back downstairs?”
“Won’t everyone know what we’ve been doing?” Willow asked, and it was my turn to shrug.
“Does it matter?” I asked. “You’ve agreed to be my ol’ lady, and it’s not like we fucked in front of everyone.”
She sat up and began to pick at her nails. “I’m new to all this, Dean. I don’t want to screw something up and lose you like I did before.”
I leaned up on my elbow and brushed some hair from her shoulder as I explained, “There isn’t anything that would make you lose me, darlin’. You’ve always been it for me, and there’s no one to stand in our way this time.”
She didn’t seem sure, so I decided I was going to do whatever was necessary to make her believe my words. I knew some of her past, but the last six years were a mystery, and as soon as the Rally was over, I was getting her moved to Rapid City and discovering every little nuance about her.
Hoots echoed through the window, and she glanced at it before exhaling. “I guess we need to get back, don’t we?”
“We’d be bad hosts to your brother if we didn’t,” I reasoned, and she gave a nod.
I slid from the bed and walked to the attached bathroom to wet a washrag for her. I returned to find her picking her clothes up from the floor. Stepping in front of her, I whispered, “Spread ‘em.”
She did as I requested, and I gently cleaned the evidence of our connection from her before tossing the rag into the dirty clothes basket against the wall. We both got dresses, occasionally looking at each other with a smile before pulling another piece of clothing on.
After we were both redressed, I pulled my cut on and took her hand into mine as we walked out of the bedroom. Walking down the small hallway, I asked, “Where did you learn to fight like that?”
She smiled at me as we walked down the stairs and the prospect stepped to the side. “My brother taught me when I was twelve and he was sixteen. He didn’t like his friends making passes at me, so he taught me how to fight.”
“Remind me to buy him a drink,” I replied with a chuckle.
As we walked through the crowd inside the clubhouse, a few offered sly smiles and nods that I didn’t think Willow saw, but when we opened the front door and walked outside, the cheers and claps made her turn her face against my chest in embarrassment.
“Don’t hide now, darlin’. Be proud of what you did,” I remarked to her as I guided her toward her brother and a few of his men standing near the bonfire.
I saw the table of ladies smiling and waving us over, and I lifted one finger, telling them we’d be right there. As we approached her brother, one of his men tapped him on his shoulder and pointed toward us. Ghost turned around, and Willow pulled herself a little closer to me as he approached us.
“Damn, Willow. I never expected that from you,” Ghost remarked, laughter filling his voice.
She shrugged. “You always said to get the first hit in.”
“Damn straight,” he said and offered her his closed fist.
It was a sign of respect, and I felt her straighten up as she returned the fist-bump. Looking around, Willow asked, “Did that nasty skank leave?”
“Someone said they’d take her back to her people, and she left shortly after you got carried off,” Ghost replied. “Do you want a drink?”
Willow shook her head. “I’m going back to my table.”
I kissed the side of her head and asked, “Are you sure?”
She smiled and nodded. “I’m sure they want to talk about what I just did.”
“More than likely,” I reasoned then added, “We’ll head home in a little bit.” She looked confused. “We’re not riding tomorrow, so I don’t have to be here early. I’d rather us sleep in my bed tonight, and we can leave your bike. It’ll be safe here.”
“You don’t live here?” she asked.
I shook my head as Ghost turned away from our conversation. “I have a house about ten minutes south of town. I only stay here when absolutely necessary.”
“Oh,” she said and looked down at her feet. I lifted her face with a thumb under her chin, and she said, “I don’t know why I thought you lived here.”
“Some clubs use the clubhouse as a home, but we only keep rooms here. All of us have our own homes, and the club helps with the upkeep. We have every manner of craftsman and construction within our ranks, but if there’s something about the house you don’t like, we can change it. I want my home to be your home.”
She lowered her voice and said something so softly, I couldn’t hear what she asked. I leaned over, and she repeated herself. “Are you sure this is what you really want?”
I slipped my hands to the side of her face and placed my forehead against hers, remarking, “More than I’ve ever wanted anything. Never doubt me, Willow.”
She nodded against me, and I kissed her forehead before swatting her lightly on the ass. “Go hang out, and I’ll come get you before it’s time to leave.”
She smiled and glanced at her brother before she walked through the crowd of people partying and having a good time.
I made sure to keep my eyes on her until she was safely sitting back at the table with the other ol’ ladies.
I saw them offering her high-fives and huge smiles, and slowly, her smile grew.
“She thinks everyone is gonna lie to her to get what they want then change their mind,” I heard someone say and turned to see Zodiac, the Phantom Renegades VP.
He’d been a patched brother years before I was a prospect, so I assumed he knew Willow.
“I think it had to do with Popeye being a yo-yo in her life.” I gave him a confused look, and he explained, “You know, here today and gone tomorrow.”
I didn’t want to talk about Willow with anyone but her. “I appreciate your insight, but whatever’s wrong, Willow and I will work it out.”
“Either put a cut on her back or put a ring on her finger. She’s gonna be unsure and out of her element until one or both happens,” Ghost said as he turned his head to interject into what I thought was a private conversation.
“I’ve called a chaplain to be here day after tomorrow, and her cut is being worked on as we speak.
He’s fast, but it’ll be a day or two before it’s done.
So, how do I keep her from bolting before then?
” I asked no one in particular and was surprised when Ghost turned to face me as Zodiac turned his attention away from us.
“My sister’s . . . unpredictable,” he began, and I chuckled at his choice of words. “What’s so funny about that?”
I could tell my levity was pissing him off, so I explained, “That’s the exact word they use to describe me. Unpredictable.”
He shook his head and said, “I knew you two were perfect, but I had no idea how impulsive you both were until today. Just do me a favor, would you?” I nodded, and he lowered his voice as he spoke.
“She’s never been someone’s number one priority.
Make her your priority, above all things, and you’ll have a ride-or-die who will spill blood to protect you. ”
I bumped fists with him and turned to find my woman. If he was right, I needed Willow to never second guess my feelings for her or my intentions for her in the future. Pushing through the crowd, I found her laughing with a few of the ol’ ladies.
Willow looked up at me and smiled as I asked, “Are you ready to go home, darlin’?”
“Anytime you are,” she replied, and I offered her my hand. She looked at the ladies and said, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“We have a club brunch tomorrow, and the clubhouse will be closed until eight so the Sinners can have some downtime, if you want to join us,” Cheyenne said.
“I’d love to help. I make a mean homemade cinnamon roll,” Willow replied then looked at me. “I just need to get a few things from the store.”
I raised my hand into the air, and the prospect assigned to the ol’ ladies was promptly at my side. “Take down a list and make sure everything is here in the morning for my ol’ lady.”
Willow stepped to the side and began listing the items she’d need from the store while I looked down at Paige. “I like her, Jigsaw. She’s perfect for you.”
I looked at Willow then back to Paige and remarked, “She’s always been mine. We just met at the wrong time.”
“And now?” Jackie asked with a knowing smile.
“Bruce will have her cut ready the day after tomorrow, and the chaplain will be here on Monday,” I answered, and the ladies all got a little giddy. “Since tomorrow is Saturday, we can’t get a license until Monday anyway.”
“We could do it at the ranch,” Cheyenne offered, and the ladies launched into ideas.
Not wanting to spook Willow, I held my hand up and explained, “I’ll tell her my idea and let her decide.”
The ol’ ladies smiled at me as Willow walked back to my side and took my hand into hers.
It was the first time she initiated contact, and I took that as a positive sign.
Kissing the back of her hand, I guided her away from the table as she waved to her new friends.
Walking around the building, I moved us to my bike and helped her get seated on the back.
After making sure she was secured behind me, I cranked the motor and put the bike into gear, pulling out of the parking space and around the side of the building.
The brothers standing around parted for us to drive through, and as I turned the bike onto the road, I felt Willow place her face against my back as we drove off into the darkened South Dakota night.
If this was a sign of our future, I couldn’t wait to make it official.