33. Jameson
THIRTY-THREE
Penelope was exhausted allthe time.
I was too, but she felt it on a different level entirely because she was nursing. So when my mom called asking how she was doing, I was honest.
Even if mom didn’t come, we could have handled it. We had enough people around us offering to help that it would have been fine, but I needed someone to stay with Pen and Connor while I attended to a little business and I didn’t want her to realize I’d gone.
Mom arrived and things were good. Better than good, and when I had told her that I needed to go check on something club related, Mom understood.
She’d nodded and locked the door behind me, Pen completely asleep.
The clouds covered the moon as I pulled my hood up, then my gaiter mask, the image of a skull face on it as I walked.
The Stone Riders’ property was miles wide, so I ventured west and just kept walking until I’d reached the coordinates Killian had texted me. A shack appeared in the darkness, it was big enough to store a car inside, and tall enough for someone six feet to duck inside.
Approaching the door, I knocked three times then waited thirty seconds before knocking once more.
Silas pushed the door open, his hair disheveled and cutting into his line of sight.
I walked past him, ignoring the blood smeared across his fists and face.
Luke sat zip-tied to a chair, his lip and eyes were swollen, he was bleeding from his nose, which was likely broken.
I ignored what I saw below his chest, where his hands and knee caps had been mangled.
“Jamie.” Luke’s head lolled to the side, one good eye landing on me. “Get me out of here.”
“You’ve kept him hydrated?” I asked Silas.
The Death Raider gave me a nod. “And fed…needed his strength to endure the torture.”
“You get anything out of him?”
Silas shifted, pushing his bloodied hands into his hair. “Fable is moving with his own agenda, outside of Jefferson.”
Damn, that meant Silas had shit intel on his dad potentially coming for Natty.
“Need anything else from him?” I eyed my former vice president.
He was trying to speak, trying to defend himself and convince me to spare him.
Silas shook his head. “All yours.”
I turned to face Luke but muttered to Silas, “Can you text Killian that I’d like his cleaners to come up here in an hour?”
Silas dipped his head. “Consider it done.”
“No, Jamie! Wait…fuck…just.” Luke began gurgling, trying to make his tongue work. Silas must have done something to it.
The door to the shack clicked shut, leaving me alone with the traitor who’d knocked up my wife.
That’s how I was arranging my thoughts to see this situation. Connor was mine; Pen was mine.
“Want you to see your son, Luke. Look at what you gave up.”
I slid my phone out, and then gripped Luke by the hair for him to watch.
The image was of Penelope sitting in the rocking chair I’d put in our room. She was by the window, cradling Connor in her arms.
Luke groaned, making a sound, but I kept going with photos.
“He looks like you a little, looks like Pen even more.”
I swiped again, showing him more photos. There were a few of Pen lying on my chest, smiling into the camera, then a few of us on the honeymoon, a few shots I’d snuck of Penelope when she wasn’t paying attention. One of her in the tub, only the back of her head in view, but she looked like a goddess. Then there were a few of our wedding that people had sent to me.
Pen’s smile as I said my vows. My smile as she walked down the aisle.
Luke watched everything, while trying to fight my hold and then once I knew he’d had his fill, I lowered the phone and released him.
“You fucking moron. You had her. You had the life, and you gave it up.”
Luke shook his head. “I know, let me fix it.”
His words were muffled but coherent enough.
“No. There is no fixing it because you’re a backstabbing traitor and you let Hotch slap Pen. You let her get fired after taking her dream job from her. You talked to me about fucking her, knowing I was in love with her. Then you fucked other women while she was in the room, and made everyone in the club think it was acceptable to disrespect her. You never deserved her, and I don’t deserve to live my life looking over my shoulder. She’s my wife, and Connor is my son. Go to hell, Luke.”
“Jamie!” Luke bellowed, but I’d already pulled my Glock and put a bullet through his brain.
Tucking the gun back into my jeans, I turned away and walked out of the shack.
Present Day
Penelope was quiet and I had no idea if she’d talked through anything yet, or who she would even confide in. Learning that the father of her child had been murdered and the order was given by her husband was a lot to take in.
She was likely going to be even more pissed at me when she learned what else I did.
So, I’d found her wildflowers and set them in a vase on the table. Then because I was nervous to tell her, the following day I found her even more and set them on the dresser in the room. She still wasn’t speaking to me, so I bought her a new journal because I’d seen her old one that was practically falling apart.
Still nothing, even as she traced the pages with her fingers.
Fuck.
The following day, she woke up to a new ring sitting on her finger. I’d left the old but added a diamond ring like I should have in the beginning. I saw her pink lips part as she inspected it, then cut her cold gaze over to where I was standing in the room with Connor.
She didn’t remove it, which felt like progress, but she also didn’t talk to me.
An entire week passed without her talking to me and it felt like someone had punctured a hole in my chest and then poured in salt.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
She had just put Connor down for a nap and walked out of the room, when I cornered her.
“This is bullshit, Pen. You need to talk to me.”
She stared at the floor, which she knew I hated. I resisted the urge to pull her chin up.
She remained quiet, which only made me that much more desperate.
“We’re moving.”
Her eyes lifted, searching for more information.
“We get keys for the new house in three days. Plenty of time to pack and pull together some help to get all our shit into a moving truck.”
“What are you talking about?” She finally broke the silence and I felt a tiny triumph at that.
Walking toward the couch, I gave her my back. She followed.
“Now you want to talk?” I was being immature, but fuck I missed her.
She crossed her arms, which had my eyes dropping to her breasts. “You don’t?”
“I want to fuck. I miss you, and that sample the other day did absolutely nothing to satisfy my hunger.”
She blushed, but I knew she was likely aching too.
“Talk to me about the move.” She tried to move past my comment, but I refused to budge.
I walked closer to her and picked up a loose curl and brought it to my nose and inhaled.
“Did you know your cunt also smells like honey…no idea how or why, but it makes me crave you in the most insatiable ways. All I can think of is bending you over this couch and tasting that pretty pussy that stretches around my cock so well.”
Pen shifted on her feet, which meant she was adjusting her thighs. She was wet.
“Come on, Pen. Let me have a taste, and then I’ll explain everything you want to know about the move.”
She let out a heavy sigh before wetting her lips. “I’m still furious with you. Sex changes nothing.”
Sure. “Okay, I get that.”
“And no coming inside me. I’m not on birth control yet.”
I didn’t give a fuck, eventually she’d be open to the idea of having another kid with me, but I wasn’t in a hurry.
“Yes, mam.”
“Fine. Fuck me.” She slumped down on the couch like this was an annoying chore for her. I smirked and then got to my knees in front of her.
“You look like a petulant child right now, throwing a fit.”
She shrugged. “Don’t care.”
I laughed again and pushed her thighs apart. She was wearing a loose dress, so it gathered at her waist as I stared at the strip of pink fabric covering her pussy.
“You’re a little liar, Penelope. You’re standing there pretending you don’t want me, and creaming your panties.” I made a tsking sound and then pulled the fabric down her hips. Once they were off, I stuffed them in my back pocket.
“Now, you once threatened that you’d strangle me via pussy. I’d like to test that theory. Get over her and straddle my face, Pen.”
Her eyes hooded, but as I flipped, placing my back against the couch and tipping my head back, so it rested on the cushions, she moved.
One knee pressed into the fabric on one side of my face, and the other went on the other side, her hands went up and gripped the back of the couch as she lowered herself over my waiting mouth.
Yes, fuck.
Hot and wet, my tongue slid into her heat. My hands went up and gripped her thighs to hold her in place and encourage her to rock her hips, moving her pussy over my mouth. It took her a second, likely just being stubborn, but as I worked her cunt, stroking and sucking her, she let out a moan.
It had my cock straining against my jeans, so I went slow, making methodical strokes and artfully tugging on her clit. She continued to rock her hips, fucking my face and getting lost to the sensations.
Her ragged breathing and increased movements meant she was nearly there, but because she might be feisty enough to deny me my orgasm, I pulled her off my face right on the cusp of her finishing.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
I pulled the copper button on my jeans and pulled out my cock.
“You’re doing such a good job of riding my face, decided I wanted to see how good you’d ride my cock.”
Her thighs slid together while she pulled the dress up and over her head, leaving her in just a bra.
Then as if she’s lost a bet with herself, she gave in and fell to her knees, throwing one leg over my hips and then the other until she was sliding down onto my cock.
My hands were fastened at her waist, pulling her further, and then I let out a low hiss. Her eyes grew, and then she seemed to realize what I had—Sex like this was so much fucking better now that she wasn’t pregnant.
Her hips rocked, and mine rose to meet hers. We were animals, her nails pushing into my shoulders as she bit down on her lip. I pushed into her ruthlessly, not caring how rough I was because this was what I had waited for. Her gasps and moans cut through the room, echoing like a symphony as I pulled her hips down against mine.
“Jamie,” she begged, slowly sliding her hand down her stomach until she was covering her clit. She rubbed it while I continued to fuck her.
“So fucking good, Pen. So perfect,” I said, watching as she brought those fingers up to her lips and stuck out her tongue to wet the pads.
Then she returned her hand to her pussy and continued rubbing.
“Fuck, Fuck.” She rasped and I was nearly about to come. I wanted to come like this, so fucking badly, but I wouldn’t do that to her.
So, I waited for her to throw her head back, screaming my name as her hips pushed down impossibly hard, gripping my cock so tight that I nearly burst inside her.
“I’m about to come, Penny. I’m either doing it in your tight cunt or your tight mouth. Which one is it?”
She slid off me, and I moved so fast, gripping her hair and pulling her mouth down over my granite cock. The second her lips created a seal over the tip of my erection, I came. My head fell back, but I caught a brief glimpse of her lowering herself to take more of me as I finished.
Once I caught my breath and saw that Pen had lifted from my dick, I saw her wipe at the edges of her mouth then give me a sly smile.
“I’ll get on birth control during my next appointment.”
Yeah, I missed finishing inside her too.
“Okay,” I breathed, then realized the significance of that, “so you’re speaking to me again?”
“Only to find out what’s going on with this house situation.”
“I told you, I bought that house we went and saw.”
She looked off to the side, her lip pushing out the smallest bit.
I pulled her hand until it was resting against my chest. “We’re still in Rose Ridge. We’re staying here.”
She dipped her head like she understood, but something else must still be bothering her.
Standing, she pulled her dress back on.
“I need to go talk to Laura, Callie and Natty.”
My eyes tracked her movements. “Want me to watch Connor?”
She shook her head. “He’s going to need to eat soon. I’ll just take him.”
I slumped back onto the couch, still trying to catch my breath.
Even without releasing inside her, that was a damn good orgasm.
“Okay, well, I’ll make us dinner.”
She didn’t respond before the front door clicked shut.