27. Jameson
TWENTY-SEVEN
The plea slidin through the cracks of my hopeless heart, forcing me into action.
I closed the distance between Penelope and me and slid my hand into her hair, gripping the back of her head. Her eyes latched onto mine as if I had just tossed her out on a lake, barely hanging onto a thin rope.
“You have to tell me if it hurts. Promise me, Pen. I will never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
She nodded. “I promise.”
Our mouths met and moved desperately against one another, open and panting as our messy kisses resounded in the room. Pen moaned into my mouth as her fingers curled around the hem of my shirt and began lifting it up over my head.
I pulled her shirt up, gentle to clear her stomach and tender breasts. She’d mentioned them being sensitive the last time I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, so I was cautious with them. She used her hands to twist behind her back to unclasp her bra while I pushed her leggings down. My jeans and boxers went next and then I gripped her by the ass and lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Placing her on the bed, I gently gripped her hair and wrapped it around my fist.
“Get on all fours, show me that pussy, Mrs. King.”
Pen complied immediately, getting to her hands and knees, then looking over her shoulder at where I held the ends of her hair.
I stared at her ass, loving this view, where I also had full access to her cunt.
“Move forward,” I ordered my beautiful wife, releasing her hair. She obeyed, getting closer to the headboard.
I crawled onto the bed behind her and slid my palms up and down her ass. Shit, she was perfect, so juicy and round.
“Gonna taste you now, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
I spread her ass and began navigating with my tongue at that tight center of nerves. Her moan echoed through the room, and it only encouraged me to push my tongue deeper. She tasted like honey, how that was possible, I had no fucking clue but shit, she did.
Her hand came around, holding her ass for me as I continued to lick and tongue-fuck her there. My fingers came up, dipping into her pussy, while I remained fixed on her ass. It felt like I couldn’t get enough of her. She was perfect, like she was made for me.
“My wife is fucking delectable.” I swiped my tongue over her hole again and moaned. “Perfect and so tempting.”
“Jamie,” she panted, rocking her hips into my touch as I kept my fingers inside her.
I moved down to her pussy and began kissing her sex; I used my thumbs to pull those swollen lips open and then spit.
“You’re mine, Penny. For fucking ever. I don’t want to annul anything. I want to keep you. My filthy bride. I want you, for always.”
I raised my body, so my cock was lined up with her, then gripping her by the hips, I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into her slick center.
She gasped as I continued to push, not waiting for her to acclimate.
“And now...” I pulled my hips back and then gently rolled them forward, fully sheathing myself inside her. “You are officially...” I moved again and her fists clenched the comforter. “My motherfucking wife.”
Her moan was sultry and full of begging, but I just held her hips firmly while I slid my throbbing cock in and out of her pussy, fucking her as hard as I dared. She hadn’t clenched up, or said it hurt, so I just kept going. I pulled her arm back and anchored it to her hip as I took a deeper angle. It allowed me to see her tits jerking and swaying as we fucked.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, practically begging.
I pulled her up, keeping my cock snug inside her pussy, and aligned her back with my chest. Palming her tits in my hands, I rolled her nipples while I slid into her. My lips were right at her ear as I rasped, “you thought I didn’t want to fuck this cunt, Pen? You honestly thought I didn’t want to slip inside you every fucking night?”
She cried out again, but I kept going. I wasn’t done. I could see a creamy ring of white around my cock from her release, but I didn’t care if she was sensitive, I was still going.
“All I think about is how badly I want to claim you and be inside you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Your lips get me hard just from parting when you need to breathe or speak. You walk past me, and I want to slide your pants down and fit my cock in between your ass cheeks and find that soaking center to slide into. God, you grip my cock so well.”
I moved slower but managed to somehow go deeper. I pulled her hair back into my fist, in one hand, while keeping the other on her breast, lightly squeezing it.
“You’re always dripping for me, baby, aren’t you? My dirty wife, fucking desperate for this cock.”
“Fuck, Jamie. My god, I’m—I can’t.” She cried out again, tipping her head against my shoulder as she came on my cock.
“Jameson King, I need you to come because I’m dying. I’ve come three times on your cock, now fill me up. I’m ready.”
I let go and shuddered while gripping her hips, moving slow and steady as I spilled inside her. Her cum covered the base of my cock, and as I gently helped her off my dick, sticky streams of cum came free, clinging to my cock.
I wanted her to turn around and suck it clean. I wanted to fuck her mouth, her tits. Fuck, I was crazy about her.
“Turn around, Penelope.”
She was on her knees, but obeyed, and faced me.
“Spread your knees and show me the mess I made.”
My cock was still rock hard as it jutted up, sticky with our joint releases.
Her eyes dipped down to my cock and then her fingers slowly moved down her body, trailing over her cunt.
She pulled up the remnants of my release and then licked it from her fingers.
“Good, obedient wife,” I rumbled, watching as she did it again, her eyes trained on my cock.
“Lay down, Pen. I need you to clean my cock.”
She did as I said, lying down on her back, close to the edge of the mattress. I moved, standing off to the side, and approached her. Her eyes were on the ceiling, but they moved to me as I came into view.
Her mouth opened, and her fingers sank back into her cunt.
I held my cock as I gently guided it into her mouth. “Clean it with your tongue, get every drop.”
She gagged around my length and the awkward angle, but as I slid further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, her gags turned into moans.
I slid my length in and out of her tight seal over my cock, since she couldn’t move her head and then after the fourth or fifth stroke, my abs clenched tightly.
I didn’t warn her as I came, I stood too close, she couldn’t pull away, and even as she gagged and choked, I kept my length pushed in her mouth, forcing my release down her throat.
“That’s it, every fucking drop.” Her nostrils flared as she breathed evenly, I watched as her throat moved, swallowing my release. She was so beautiful, so fucking stunning that it nearly robbed me of breath.
Ever so slowly, I pulled out, seeing threads of saliva cling to her mouth and the edges of her lips.
“You okay?” I rasped, catching my breath.
Her smile was infectious.
“More than okay. You can’t back out of this now. I’m officially your wife, Jameson King.”
I laughed and helped her up.
She was on her way to the bathroom when I stopped her with a confession. Her back was to me, and my face down, but it spilled out just the same.
“You wanted to know why I didn’t fight for you.”
She slowly turned on her toe.
“You were this beautiful dream that just walked into my life when I was thirteen, too young to know what to do with it. You were as out of reach to me as the stars. I’d watch you and you were imprinted in my mind, running through it at night, claiming every waking moment in the morning. I’d see you in school and I’d miss what the assignment was, or what the club had asked me to do. You were always watching me, and I could feel this pull between us, and I knew…I knew if I gave in to it, then you’d become part of the club. You’d lose that star lust in your eyes, that wonder that made them sparkle. You’d dim, and I couldn’t live in a world where you were any less bright. So I backed off, and watched you from the shadows.”
Her eyes seemed to glisten as I spoke.
“You stole my first kiss.” Her lips barely moved on a whisper.
“That was inevitable. I wanted you to remember me.”
A tear gleamed in her eye as she gave me a half smile. “But refused my virginity.”
“Would never have let you go if I took it. If I touched you, had you like that…there’s no way I’d ever let you go.”
“And now that you’ve had me?” Her hands came to my chest, hovering over the feathers branded into my skin.
“Now, no one else ever will.”
“This is too much, Jamie.” Pen wrapped her hand around my bicep, leaning into me.
I handed the ticket off to the clerk. “You won’t be able to deliver this, so I’d like to take it with me.”
The man looked confused then dropped his gaze to my cut and he seemed to understand.
Pen was wearing hers over her sweater, with some jeans and boots. She looked hot as fuck, and it was difficult not to suggest we pull the truck over several times throughout the day to fuck her.
“You want the crib, the basinet, the bouncer, the swing, the highchair and the changing table all loaded into the back of your truck?”
I nodded.
“You said it was all in stock, should be simple enough.”
He blushed. “It’s just…I’m the only person here, so this could take a few days to get prepped.”
“How about we return tomorrow, and I’ll bring the man power to load it all up?”
The clerk nodded, his pale, thin face smeared with blotchy facial hair.
Penelope tugged my bicep again, and I looked over realizing her face was pink too.
“Jamie, this is?—”
I pulled her hand up and kissed her wedding ring. “It’s nothing, and Connor needs it.”
“But…”
“You’re not taking a dime from him, Pen.” I wanted to make sure she knew that taking the fucker up on his offer wouldn’t be tolerated, not while I was her husband.
Her eyes found the floor, and I touched her chin, so she’d look at me again. The clerk had moved to the back, leaving us alone.
“Let me do this, please.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
I knew she was worried, so I added in a whisper, “we promised each other.”
That had her eyes snapping up, and her mouth parting.
“When?”
I smiled. “When you took my last name and became my wife, Pen.” I wanted her to realize this was me fighting for her, and for the baby. It was me saying I wanted them both.
We finally left the store, and then headed to another where I cleared out the section with everything I saw on the app that suggested Pen might need it at some point. Breast pads, a pump of some kind, nipple cream, blankets, bottles, a bottle cleaner, diaper bags, one for her and one for me that looked a tad more masculine. Diapers, a shit ton of those and wipes. I just kept adding things to the cart, and with each thing, I saw Pen’s face begin to brighten, as if an invisible burden was suddenly being lifted.
She protested with her words, but her body language conveyed excitement. I hadn’t missed how often she reorganized the small fridge or pantry in the cabin. She moved the living room couch around at least a dozen times, and then redid the clothes hanging in her small closet. The book called it nesting. She needed to organize her baby’s things and prepare a spot for him, and this whole time, she’d never said anything. She was likely just going to deal with whatever she had on hand and make it work or go back to work the second she popped him out and see what she could figure out.
That was Pen, she was good at adapting.
Wes had texted an invite for us to join Killian and Laura up at their house for dinner. Penelope took a nap, and while she did, I grabbed the number Luke had texted her on and saw a new text that had come in.
Luke’s New Number: Can we just put the bullshit aside and get some food or something? I think if you let me just talk to you face to face, this would be easier.
Fucker.
He seriously didn’t understand the levity of what he’d done, the position he’d forced Penelope into. My fingers tightened around the phone, and as I peered over my shoulder watching Pen sleep, I considered replying.
I could tell him yes, let’s meet. I could plan his whole murder, then I could delete and block his number. Pen wouldn’t be the wiser, and we could officially start our lives together without the shadow of him lingering as a possibility in the background.
My thumb hovered over the keypad, then an image of Pen’s big, beautiful eyes popped into my mind. Her smile, the easy way she laughed with me. We were slowly getting back to who we were once upon a time. Before I fucked everything up.
No, I couldn’t do this.
It had to be her choice.
Exiting out of the screen, I set her phone back on the nightstand, curled up next to my wife and closed my eyes.
Wes and Callie’s house was situated at the top of the valley. It was massive with three stories, large windows and still felt like it had just been built, with that fresh carpet smell and everything in their house looked pristine. It was the kind of house I only hoped to be able to provide Penelope and Connor someday.
The life insurance policy from my dad had mostly gone to my mom, but in his will, he’d designated certain stocks to me, ones he no doubt illegally obtained and invested in. Regardless, they were mine now, and that with selling my garage, along with the many other real estate ventures, I was worth well over ten million dollars. Not that I had ever once broadcasted that, or ever let on to what I’d been doing with my money.
Pen now had access to everything I owned, while also owning half of it all herself. She probably didn’t look at the accounts, but once she did, she’d see that her worries were over. She didn’t need to be concerned about providing for Connor; we had it more than covered. I didn’t even consider a prenup because even if she wasn’t my wife, I’d want her to have everything.
The dinner was steak, baked potatoes and some fancy salad. There was beer and wine, and tons of laughter. They’d invited Natty to come up as well, so we’d ended up bringing her in our truck. She was a nice addition, simply because Penelope seemed to get on with her a bit better than the other two. Callie and Laura seemed to speak their own language, and it seemed a bit difficult for Natty or Pen to try and get as close to either of them, not that they were rude in any way . They just seemed to move from topic to topic without anyone else being able to catch up, or they’d say one word without any context and then burst into laughter.
There seemed to be a really hilarious topic on Go-Gurts that I had no clue about, neither did anyone else it seemed.
Although Callie talked Penelope’s ear off, asking a million questions about her pregnancy. It wasn’t until Callie asked about sex in the last trimester that it started to get a little awkward. They weren’t quiet, and Callie seemed not to have a filter of any kind, but we were all adults, so everyone just drank their drinks as Pen flushed and explained.
“Uh…very pleasurable still…at least in certain positions.”
Callie scooted closer. “So you can still have sex that far in? Wes was panicking.” She flicked a gaze over to Wes, who was suddenly incredibly interested in his empty plate. Their Great Dane, Max, walked over and shoved his nose into Callie’s side before moving to Wes and doing the same thing.
“Yes.” Pen gripped my kneecap and turned toward me, as if she wanted my input. “I mean, for both of us, it was more than good.”
Callie took out her phone and began typing in the notes app. “And what position are you using the most at this stage, I’m assuming doggie?—”
“Okay, so does anyone want dessert?” Wes jumped up, which startled Max. He barked while chasing after Wes as he moved into the kitchen.
Killian laughed into his glass of beer, while Laura covered her face with her hands.
Natty was laughing so hard, her face was almost purple.
The night moved on, and when all the women had gone into the nursery to look at everything Callie had set up for her baby, it made me a little cautious because surely Pen would look at that and begin to panic about the size of the cabin, and not having a separate space for Connor. It was hard to compare what we had over there to this mansion, but at least we were safe, and in time, I would upgrade our accommodations.
I had gone upstairs, helping Pen with the stairs while being trailed by the massive horse Wes and Callie kept as a pet, but once I had returned to the main floor, I paused mid-step.
Silas was standing next to the front door, still in his riding leathers and colors. His eyes looked…fucking frantic.
“What happened?” I asked, seeing that Killian was watching him like a hawk and Wes wouldn’t let him pass.
Silas slid a shaky hand through his hair. “I need visual confirmation that she’s okay. Right the fuck now.”
Killian shook his head, clenching his jaw.
Wes did the same. “You’re not running upstairs where my pregnant wife is, you’ll stay here and when they’re finished, you’ll see her.”
“And you’re not getting near Laura,” Killian added.
Silas was shaking, his eyes kept moving up to the top of the stairs.
“I just saw her, Silas.” I attempted to help, but it didn’t seem to matter because he stepped forward and then yelled at the top of his lungs.
“Caelum!”
I winced at how loud it echoed. Max began barking from upstairs. Wes walked toward Silas, telling him to get the fuck out, when there was suddenly someone running down the stairs. I assumed it was Max, but it was Natty who barreled past me. Her eyes were wild, her hair flying behind her.
“Silas, get the fuck out, now!” Wes pulled a black handgun from a side drawer near the entry, but Natty ran past me, Killian and even Wes and threw herself at Silas.
He caught her, his hand came to her hair in a soothing fashion, his eyes were desolate. A dark beast who’d been deprived of sunlight and air, only to finally be released into the wild.
He was murmuring something into her ear in another language. She was saying something back in a similar fashion…
Killian moved next to me, then Wes, hand going slack, the gun still gripped but pointing at the ground.
“Was that Latin?” Killian whispered, and I merely shook my head because I had no fucking clue.
The women all began filtering back downstairs, quietly and cautiously. Callie had her palm on Max’s head, who seemed to want to jump forward but remained at her side.
Silas had pulled Natty back the smallest bit, to where he was holding her face with both hands. I could see tears sliding down her cheeks. The two were still whispering in their language, and then Silas pulled her into another hug. Finally, his gaze cut to us. His wince spoke volumes, as if we were never meant to witness this.
His only weakness.
Silas began pulling away again, but Natty tried to grab him again, to hold on, but he pushed her away, shaking his head. I saw tears fall from his lashes, and the devastation there did something to me.
“Non possum,” Silas rasped, turning away from her.
Natty stood there trembling. “Yes, you can.”
His head dipped, but he was out the door in seconds. Natty brought her hand to her mouth, as if she were trying to pull all of her emotions back into herself. She spun away from the entry and darted for the guest bathroom.
Killian, Wes and I all moved outside, going after Silas while the women all went after Natty.
“The fuck was that?” Wes yelled, jogging down his steps.
Silas was pushing a hand through his hair, blowing out a ragged breath.
Once we were all close enough, he held up a photo of Natty working at the bakery.
“This was nailed to my door this evening—where I live. Where no one, not even my mother, knows the address.”
“We know who it’s from?” Killian asked, his eyes narrowing on the photo.
We all seemed to notice it at the same time, the small story book, dripping with blood stamped into the center of the image.
“Fable,” Silas muttered.
“Your father is going after her?” I asked, tucking my hands under my armpits, trying not to shiver from the cold. Should have grabbed my coat.
Kilian scoffed. “Mine went after Laura.”
“I can’t risk losing her.” Silas sounded pained as he confessed it, and I felt the echo of that pain wind through my own heart.
It had me rethinking my earlier position on the text I found on Penny’s phone.
“Luke reached out to Penelope….”
Silas looked hopeful. So, I pushed on.
“He wants to meet up with her.”
“What did Penelope say?”
Shaking my head, I felt the guilt creep up on me again. “I clicked into the message so she wouldn’t see it as a new notification. If she read it, she hasn’t told me. We’ve been…preoccupied so I doubt that she has.”
Killian smirked at me. Wes looked like he was still trying to figure out what the hell had just happened in his house.
“Can you access her phone without her knowing? Text him a meeting place,” Silas asked, his hard stare almost pleading.
I nodded even as shame simmered in my core. “I don’t want Pen involved in any way.”
Wes finally glanced up. “Text back that she’ll meet him in Pyle at the diner off highway eighty.”
“She might hate me for this,” I muttered, glaring at the frozen ground. I hadn’t fully processed what would happen if she knew I’d lied to her, but I knew in my gut I had to do this. Not just for her, but for all of us. For the club, for Killian…for Connor.
Wes made a sound of agreement. “She might, but she also might understand what was at risk. She seems like the type of person who would do anything to protect the people she loves. I think she’ll understand.”
Yeah, she might…unless Luke was still one of those people.