Chapter 13 #2
“Take deep breaths, baby…in and out. That’s it.” Once his hip bone is pressed against my clit, he groans, “What a good girl taking all of me.” He takes a couple of small thrusts, letting me acclimate to him. “Are you good?” he asks.
“God yes.” It’s tight, but the fullness is everything. Every ridge of his manhood brushes in the best places.
Jaw tight, he pulls himself back and hammers into me. His dick brushes against my G-spot again and again, making my toes curl. My pussy clenches as the promise of another orgasm flickers to life.
I wrap my legs around him, wanting him deeper. He growls low and goes into a rut, lost in us. “Come for me, baby,” he commands. We’re both in too much of a frenzy to take our time.
Being fucked raw is so dirty, in a way I’ve never experienced before..
primal, freeing. Being with him like this feels so right.
I tighten my channel for him, wanting us to come together.
As I’m tipping over the edge with a shudder, Jude spills into me, his abdomen muscles rippling.
While we’re still joined, our eyes lock, and it’s the most intimate moment of my life.
The brown in his hazel eyes is golden, his pupils dilated.
I feel drained, sated more than I ever thought possible when he falls to the side of me. He draws me to him, as I make a happy little noise and nuzzle into him.
He kisses the top of my head, then rolls me so I’m half lying on top of him. “You’re mine now…officially my property. Didn’t think I’d find an old lady this soon.”
I snort out a laugh, “Your property? Sexist much?”
“It’s not what you think. In our world, it means you’re my woman, and I’m your man. It’s my job to protect and care for you.”
“We’re just getting to know one another. Putting any sort of label on this is way too much so soon.” I should still be annoyed at the way he acted, but it’s hard to muster even a spark of indignation after that hard of an orgasm.
“Do you not want this?” His voice is cold as ice, a dare written on his face
“Yes, I do, but you’re moving too fast.”
“Says who?” he demands.
“Says common sense. You can’t just go from meeting on one day to being in a committed relationship in less than a week.”
He sits up in bed. “The rules say two orgasms I can claim you, and Greer, I’m going to claim you whether you like it or not.”
“I’m sorry…what did you say?” I might be blissed out and relaxed, but he’s starting to ruin my buzz.
“The club’s rules…I looked over them last night. If you’re alone with a woman on two separate occasions, you have the right to claim her. The wording is a bit vague, but the intent is there.”
And now he’s ruined my high. Pushing myself off his chest, I look down at him, our legs still tangled together, “I think you need to hit the brakes real quick.”
His calloused grip comes to the back of my neck, possessive, demanding. “I think you need to realize whose property you are.”
“I’m not someone who dates multiple men at once, so if this is about monogamy—”
In one swift movement, my back is flat against the sheets, warmed from our bodies. His cock, already hard, is pressing against my center. “You’re mine. Claimed, marked, fucked. If another man touches you, I’ll kill them. Do you understand, Greer?”
“Did you leave a mark on me?” I shriek. My brain is so fried I can’t even begin to process the rest of what he’s saying. My mind is too busy dealing with having a hickey while starting a new job.
“Multiple,” he says with a roguish smirk.
God help me with this man. He’s like a yellow crayon.
He makes the brightest of reds look orange, and the sun appear more vibrant.
But yellow also serves as a reminder to slow down, something Jude doesn’t understand.
The promise of commitment doesn’t hold a ring of truth for me, not when a relationship is this new.
For all I know, he has said this very thing to every woman he’s ever been with.
This is my life, and it’s an amazing feeling to be this wanted by a man. If I’m going to jump off the seawall with Jude, I want to know how deep the water is first.
It’s better that way, for both of us.
Of course having sex this soon is far from going slow.
“Hey, where’s your mind at?” Jude asks, pulling me onto his chest. He kisses my forehead, so gentle and sweet. My annoyance melts. Who can be mad at the big bad biker when he’s so soft?
“Just thinking…”
“Over-thinking. I can see it on your face.”
Am I that easy to read?
“There’s been a lot of changes in my life in very quick succession. I’m processing it all. The job, the apartment, us.”
“Those are all good things, right?” he points out.
“Yeah, they are, but they’re still all an adjustment. It’s an entirely new life, and my first nursing job.”
“Speaking of work, did you know your boss is a Bayou Dog?” he throws out.
“Dr. Hebert?” I answer dubiously.
“No,” he says, laughing. “Sully…Dr. Bergeron. He’s what we call a nomad. Now that his training is finished, he’s settling down and joining the mother chapter.”
“That sounds like it can be complicated,” I say nervously.
“Which is why we need to talk about a few things.” His voice is suddenly serious.
“Okay…” I answer tentatively.
“There are a lot of rules in our world. Sully might be a little standoffish, since you’re my old lady, but he’s just showing respect.”
“It’s way too early for us to be any version of committed," I insist, ignoring the anger that sparks in Jude’s eyes.
“This isn’t the equivalent of giving you a promise ring.
When you’re claimed by a biker, it means you’re the most precious thing in the world to them.
It means I’ll burn the whole world down for doing you wrong, climb through hell just to be with you.
The Bayou Dogs are die hard devoted to their women.
Loyalty is loyalty. If you’d betray her, who is to say you wouldn’t do the same to the club.
Only men who show that type of devotion are ever given a patch. ”
“Loyalty is loyalty. I like that.” He might be trying to persuade me, but it’s having the opposite effect. A devotion this deep is something that should come with time.
“There’s more,” he adds with a huff. “If you see or overhear anything that you shouldn’t, don’t repeat it. Don’t tell anyone when I’m coming and going, or Sully’s movements… anybody, Greer, including your family. Don’t talk about the club with civilians.”
“You say not to talk about the Bayou Dogs, but what am I supposed to tell people when they ask where you work, or if Allie asks what I’ve been up to?”
“Be vague. I work for White Dog. Don’t elaborate. You’ll understand more once I introduce you to everybody. I was friends with Prez’s old lady, Darcy, before he claimed her, so I’m sure she’ll be eager to get to know you.”
“The pregnant woman who works at the store across from the mechanic shop?” I clarify.
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“Funny story…I was on my way home from delivering wedding cake samples to her when we met.”
He laces our fingers together and brings them to his lips. “We have fate to thank for that.”
Sweet. The man who just told me not to give away his location is sweet and tender. My mind is reeling, I move to climb out of the bed. “I need to get up and find my pump supplies. It has to be changed in a few hours.”
Jude yanks me back down, to where my head rests on his chest. His heart is making a loud thump thump thump in my ear, a soothing lullaby.
Strong hands brush soothingly across the exposed skin of my back.
“You need rest. I’ll look for them.” His touch calms my overtaxed brain as I snuggle into his warmth.
“We’ve got to have a long talk about all of this,” I argue half heartedly.
“We’ll talk later. I need some time for the blood to rush back to my brain.”
My eyes go to the bulge growing between us. “I think you’re working backward with that one,” I say with a little laugh that ends in a yawn.
“I want to enjoy you while I can. I’m leaving for a couple days,” he groans.
“Are you flying somewhere?” I dig, my eyes growing heavy with each beat of his heart in my ear.
“No, it’s a run up north. I’ll be on my bike the whole time, so I might be slow to text back.”
“Do you do this a lot?” I mumble.
“Eh, more sometimes than others. Depends on what’s going on.” His touch on my back is sensual, but more affection than to arouse. Nobody other than my family’s ever touched me this way. I feel adored.
My eyes are feeling heavy with sleep when Jude asks, “Hey, that guy, Andrew. Does he live nearby?”
“Not too far. Not that it matters. He practically lives at the country club.”
He brushes my hair out of my face, and all thoughts disappear. The last thing I hear before I succumb to sleep is “I’ll miss you, Baby Doll, more than you know.”