Chapter 56 Lucy
Lucy
The morning light shone softly through the cracked blinds, wrapping the room in a fragile calm. The air smelled faintly of leather and smoke, but under it was something warm. Jay’s scent. Jay’s heat. I stretched, feeling every inch of his body pressed against my back.
I reached down to smooth the sheet, but then his hand slid over my hip and down between my thighs, applying a slow, insistent pressure on my clit that drew a gasp from my lips.
“Jay,” I whispered, turning towards him.
His eyes were already open, smouldering, watching me. His fingers circled teasingly into my bud, sparking every nerve awake.
He pressed a lazy kiss to my neck, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re warm,” he murmured. “Couldn’t help myself.”
“I want you,” I breathed, tugging him closer, pulling him between my legs.
“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Every brush of his skin lit a fire inside me, heat roaring until the room was nothing but us—moans, sweat, whispers of names.
Then, there was a banging at the door, sharp and urgent.
“Pres!” Finn’s voice cracked through the wood. “They... they sent me to get you. The brothers are waiting. We need you downstairs.”
The spell shattered, but only for a moment. Jay’s jaw tightened, his eyes sparking with a fury that made me shiver. The interruption didn’t stop him—it drove him harder.
I lifted my hips, urging him deeper. His growl mingled with mine, a sound both feral and possessive.
“Ten minutes, Finn,” he roared back, teeth clenched. “Tell them they can wait.”
The pounding didn’t stop, but Jay’s focus never wavered. He caught my leg, lifted it high around his waist, and thrust into me with a force that made my vision blur.
“You like teasing me, princess?” he asked, his voice hot against my ear. “Wanting them to know I’m fucking you?”
His hand pressed firm over my stomach, holding me down, controlling me, demanding an answer.
“Yes,” I gasped, every nerve trembling. “I want them to know that you’re mine, Jay, and that I’m yours.”
His eyes darkened, pride and hunger burning in them. “Fuck yeah, princess.” His thrusts came harder, every motion a claim, every sound a vow that I wasn’t just part of his life... I was his life.
The door rattled again, Finn cursing on the other side, but it only spurred Jay on. Our moans, our cries, mixed with the pounding in a chaotic rhythm that made it feel dangerous, defiant, ours.
Finally, the tension broke and pleasure tore through me like lightning. Jay collapsed against me, both of us slick with sweat, hearts hammering, breaths ragged but in sync.
For a long moment, we just lay there, tangled in heat and exhaustion. Then Jay brushed a stray lock of hair from my face, his thumb soft against my cheek.
“I’ll be back,” he said, eyes locked on mine, steady and unwavering despite the chaos waiting beyond the door.
I nodded, pulling the covers up over me, watching him as he dressed. “I’ll be here,” I whispered, and I meant it.
The pounding on the door faded as he pulled on his kutte and stepped out, but the fire he left behind burned fierce inside me. It wasn’t only lust. It wasn’t just need. It was belonging. It was a promise.