Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Julie
The house is silent, but my mind won’t calm down.
Usually this is when I would take a sleeping pill, but after tonight, I will never take one again. There is no way I can let myself lose control like that.
I’m scared to death that Aragon will find a way to get back in here again.
It took forever to get my father to agree to go home. Honestly, he wanted me to go with him, but I know Yak will come to me. So I promised I was fine and sent him on his way.
Yak hasn’t shown up yet, though. I thought he would be watching the cameras. That he would know Dad was gone. It makes me wonder if Dad has someone camping outside my house. I wouldn’t put it past him.
He did say he would put someone on patrol, but would he park someone outside my front door? Honestly, he would. I don’t know how Yak would get inside if that’s the case.
I could call Yak and tell him to come, but I am trying like heck not to come off as clingy.
I stare at the ceiling, my hand firmly around the hammer I found in my closet. It was the closest thing to a weapon I have. I considered a knife but figured if I fell asleep, I might cut myself.
I shouldn’t have worried, though. Sleep is not coming.
Tabby is somewhere curled up, I’m sure. She left a while ago when I wouldn’t stop fidgeting.
I hear a key in the front door. My breathing picks up. I know it’s one of three people, but it doesn’t help my anxiety.
I sit up, waiting for whoever it is to show themself. I hear my cat meow, and someone shushes it quietly.
Then he steps into the doorway of my room, the hallway night light casting shadows on his face. I hold the hammer in front of me until he flips on the light.
“I figured you’d be sleeping. What are you holding?” Yak asks, kicking off his shoes.
“A hammer.”
He gives me a sad smile as he strips, hanging his cut up next to mine in the closet. When he comes to sit next to me on the bed, I hand him the hammer.
“I wanted some way to protect myself,” I admit softly.
“I’ll teach you to use a gun and get you one to keep here. You won’t ever need it because I will protect you. I won’t have blood on your hands, but if it makes you feel safer when I cannot be with you, then I will do it.” He drops the hammer to the ground.
“I’m not exactly a fan of guns, but after tonight, I would be willing.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispers.
“Swear jar, and it’s fine. I figured as much.” I force a small smile.
He shakes his head. “Only you could get me to want to change my language. Angel, I should have been here. I’m so sorry I wasn’t.”
“You can’t be with me all the time. You have things to do. I have to go to work, and I want to be able to see my dad and hang out with Liz. We can’t be connected at the hip,” I remind him, taking his hand in mine.
“He was able to get to you, though. I wasn’t close enough to save you.”
“You sent my dad, though. That was you, wasn’t it?”
he nods. “Not personally, but I had someone tracking him. They sent in the cavalry when they realized I was too far away.”
“He’s going to be let out by morning. Dad said so. He wanted me to go to his place.”
He cups my cheek. “Why didn’t you? You would have been safe there.”
I lean forward, giving him a chaste kiss. “I wanted to see you. I knew if I went there, you wouldn’t come. I don’t know how to sleep without you anymore.”
He rubs his nose along mine. “I would have snuck in. I would have been there if you wanted me to.”
I close my eyes, relishing the feelings he evokes inside of me. I don’t know how I lost myself so far into him, but here I am, and I don’t want to find my way out.
“I would have helped you sneak in. We could have had sex in my childhood bedroom,” I tease.
He chuckles. “What a way to meet your dad because we both know you can’t keep quiet.”
My cheeks heat, but it’s the truth. He does that to me. He makes me forget where I am.
“It doesn’t matter what he thinks. I’m yours, Jameson. Whether he approves or not.”
He growls, kissing me deeply. His hands find their way into my hair, tangling until it’s as if he is a part of me.
When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead on mine.
“I will make your dad like me. I know you care about him. He is important to you. I will do everything in my power to get his approval. I won’t stop until I do.”
My eyes tear up. The words are on the tip of my tongue.
I love you.
It’s too soon, though. It feels too soon. It’s only been a few months and yet I feel like I have known this man for much longer.
Instead of using words, I push forward, using my body to show him how I feel.
“What are you doing, Angel?” he asks as I climb into his lap.
“Showing you how much I appreciate being your old lady.”
“I fuc…freaking love having you as my old lady.”
I smile. “Did you just censor yourself?”
“I guess I like making you happy,” he admits.
I lean in, kissing him like crazy.
“Who knew the big bad biker could be soft for his angel,” I tease.
He cups my cheek. “No one knew I could be like this because I didn’t even know myself. You make me want to be better. You make me want to put down roots.”
“I thought your brotherhood was your roots,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his neck.
“They are supposed to be, but if I’m being honest, I was planning to go nomad once I finished my business here.” His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer.
I can feel him hard and ready beneath me, but this conversation is important, so I pull back.
“Is that still your plan?” I ask.
“Would you go with me if it was?” he challenges.
I consider it for a moment. Would I give up everything for him? We’ve had this discussion before, but now it feels like things have changed. My answer has changed. Because if it meant getting to spend every day with him, I’d do anything.
“Yes.”
It’s a simple word, but it says so much more.
He leans in, his forehead on mine. “I don’t plan to leave. I would never take you away from your home. Where you are is where I belong. If that’s here, then I stay here. Besides, the brothers are starting to grow on me.”
I let out a relieved breath. “Good, because I have family here. A life. I would leave it for you, but I really hoped we could build a life together here.”
“If this is where you are, this is where I’ll be.”
That’s all I need to hear.
Yak
I’ve been more honest with Julie than I have with anyone in my life.
I never thought I would find someone I am willing to give it all up for. If she asked me to go straight, I would. I wouldn’t even look back. I would take the licks I’m sure the club would give me, and I would walk away.
Thankfully, she hasn’t asked that of me, but the fact that I would do it rocks me to my core.
I love this woman.
I never believed in fate or destiny. It was all bullshit, but looking at this woman now, I wonder if she was meant for me.
Needing to get out of my head, I stand with her legs wrapped around my hips. Turning, I lean her down onto the bed until I’m hovering over her.
I don’t say a word. I don’t need to. I can see the same feeling reflected back to me in her eyes. Even if neither of us is ready to say the words out loud, the feelings are there.
Starting at her forehead, I pepper kisses all over her face, making her giggle.
I love hearing her so happy. I kiss each of her eyes, her nose, and her cheeks.
Then I press my lips to hers. It starts off playful but slowly becomes more.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her hands in my hair.
Her legs come around my hips, pulling me closer. When she pulls at my hair, I groan.
“I used to have longer hair. I had to cut it on a bet. I’d love to feel you pull it when it’s long again,” I murmur against her lips.
“I would love to see you with long hair. You’d really look like a biker then.” She leans up, kissing my nose.
I shake my head. “You’re silly.”
“You seem to like it, though.” She thrusts against me, pressing her pussy into my hard cock.
“I like everything about you, Julie. Seriously, every single thing.”
I see the way her body melts at my words. She hasn’t heard them enough. I make a promise right then and there to always make sure she knows that she is perfect. Every single inch of her is perfect.
Leaning back down, I kiss her softly. Peeling her shirt off of her, I’m happy to find her bare underneath. I smirk at her before I make my way down her body, dropping kisses along the way.
She lets me worship her body the way she deserves. This girl is my everything, and I’m about to use my mouth to show her that.
I kiss down one leg before kissing up the other. When I reach her center, I spread her wide, loving how she is already glistening. Leaning in, I lick her from slit to clit. She moans, her hands finding my hair. I love when she pulls it, so I put in extra effort until she does.
I groan against her, my cock straining against my boxers. I don’t dare touch myself, though. No, right now, it is all about her.
Using two fingers, I thrust into her, setting a faster pace, needing her to come quickly. I need her to release the tension from the night so I can take it slow with her. I want her fully into what I have planned next.
Within minutes, she is arching her back, screaming out my name. I keep licking her as she comes down from her orgasm until she pushes me away.
“So sensitive,” she whimpers.
I smirk up at her, standing to kick off my boxers. When I go to lean over her, she puts her foot up to keep me at a distance. I kiss the inside of her ankle.
“I want to be on top,” she demands.
“Anything for you, my sweet angel.” I move her leg, laying on the bed.
She gets onto her knees, coming over until she straddles me. I hold her steady by her hips as she grabs my cock, lining me up with her opening. When she sinks down on me, my eyes roll back.
“You feel so good,” she murmurs.
“Yeah? You like being full?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Full of what?” I ask as she lifts and lets herself sink back down.
Her eyes pop open full of lust even through her glare.
“Say it, Angel. It turns me on when you say it.”
She pauses. “I like being full of your cock.”
I twitch inside of her. “God, you’re so sexy when I make you forget your morals.”
She blushes but starts to ride me again. “You make me a little crazy.”
“You make me more than a little crazy, Julie. You make me want to lose control. I’m trying to let you take the lead here, but it’s hard,” I admit.
“Stop holding back. You didn’t the first night, and I loved it. I don’t want you to hold back now.”
I cup her tits, massaging them, pinching her nipples every once in a while.
“I’m trying to show you how you should be treated,” I tell her.
Her hand falls to my chest as she picks up her pace. “I’m yours. I want to be treated like yours. So show me, Jameson. Am I yours?”
She’s baiting me, and I hate to say that it’s working. I drop my hands to her hips and begin to drive up into her.
She gasps, falling forward, barely catching herself on my chest. I keep fucking her from below, giving her what she asked for. If she wants the unhinged me, she’s getting him.
Her nails dig into my skin, her back arching. I feel her drench me as she comes. I keep fucking her, not giving her a moment’s peace as I chase my own release. She collapses, her arms giving out. I don’t let up. I keep at it until my cock twitches, filling her with my release.
I settle her onto my chest as I try to catch my breath. She mumbles something, but I can’t hear it. I push her hair back from her face and kiss her cheek.
“I’m going to sleep here,” she mutters.
I chuckle. “As if I would let you move an inch.”
I hold her close to me, letting myself enjoy this moment because come tomorrow, we go to war.