“Babe, this is serious. I need to know you are safe so I can do my job for the club. Fuck, you being with me puts you at risk, and I won’t be able to focus if you are off unprotected.” I let out a heavy breath.
“If it means that much to you, I’ll do it. But I don’t like it. And the moment this is over, everything goes back to normal. And we date like a normal couple,” she eyes me, and then sticks out her hand for me to shake like this is a business proposal.
“Deal,” I say shaking her hand, even though I know we will never be a normal couple. This is far from your everyday situation. Jenna uses her arms, which are wrapped around my head, and pulls me in for a kiss. We make our way upstairs; I might blow my load before we even make it to the room. Her tight little body is grinding against me as I palm her ass. Getting to the door, I press Jenna’s back against it and hold her steady with one hand. With the other, I unzip her hoodie to reveal a scrap of a bra covering her. I could see her rosy nipples through her sweater when I first walked in and had to actively fight to keep the drool in my mouth.
Pulling the scrap of fabric down, I release one of her firm breasts. Dropping my head, I suck and lick until her nipple is asharp peak. She grasps the back of my head, pulling me against her as she arches off the wood.
“I need to get you inside before I fuck you right here in the hallway,” I growl between laps. Reaching for my keys, I see Jenna reach down, and the door opens. We almost fall to the floor with the unexpected jolt.
“Fuck, Jen. Why is my door unlocked?” I ask. I trust my brothers to not move or take shit, but some of them always look for any open room to bring a club girl up and fuck, and I don’t need that in my space. My room is my place to relax—and now — fuck my woman.
“Sorry, I didn’t have a key and thought I was going to come right back up,” she says as she kisses and licks up my neck.
Fumbling around, I find the light switch. Warm light radiates from the lamps on the nightstands. I gently lay Jenna on the bed, ready to devour her.
“Wait!” she says in a hurried voice. “I, uh… have something for you. A surprise.” A blush creeps up her neck, and my curiosity peaks.
“Well, show me then,” I say with a hint of humor in my voice. She leaps off the bed and crouches on the floor, pulling a pink suitcase out from under my bed.
“What are you hiding down there?” I try to look into the case when she sets it on the bed, but she swats me away.
“No, you have to wait.” She pushes her hair over her shoulder and looks me right in the eyes.
“What’s your favorite color?” She’s so giddy, it’s adorable.
“Hmm… black,” I say without a second thought.
“Ohhh… okay!” Jenna grabs the small suitcase and dashes into the bathroom. I roll onto my back while I wait for Jenna to come out of the bathroom with whatever she has for me. A wave of exhaustion crashes over me, and I fight to keep my eyes open. Honestly with the fight at the club, I’m surprised Jenna is thisokay. I remind myself she is probably going to break down at one point or another.
A few minutes later, I hear the faint sound of the bathroom door opening. I roll onto my side to see what Jenna’s surprise is when my eyes catch on the hottest lingerie I’ve ever seen. She has pinned her long hair up and wears all black. On top, a see-through lace corset lands right above her belly button and cups her breasts so that there’s a heavy helping of cleavage. Her matching thong and garter set leaves nothing to the imagination and showcases her long, smooth legs in a way that makes my mouth water.
I can barely think straight with the amount of blood leaving my brain and heading straight to my cock.
“Turn.” My voice is huskier, darker.
Jenna slowly turns until I growl at the view of her perfect ass lined with the garter straps.
“Come here, baby.” It’s the last thing either of us says for the rest of the night. We take our time memorizing and worshipping each other’s bodies. At the first sight of morning light, I draw the blackout curtains and settle back into bed. Jenna wraps herself around me, and we fall asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
jenna
Makingmy way to the bathroom, I step over the clothes we left strewn across the room early this morning. I try to be as quiet as possible to let Axel get some extra sleep. It’s only 9:30 a.m., but I can’t fall back to sleep.
Stepping onto the warm tile floor, I gently close the door behind me and flip on the light. I squint against the sudden burst of white light that momentarily blinds me. Last night, I moved my toiletries into the bathroom, so I feel like I can put myself together. This morning and hopefully have a somewhat normal day.
I turn on the warm water and lather my favorite face wash into my hands. I’m not the biggest fan of make-up, but a good skincare routine is like my own form of meditation. I gently wash my face and then apply the next few steps of my regimen. Feeling like my face is cared for, I brush my teeth and hair, use the restroom, and head out for a change of clothes. Before I leave, I can’t help but look down at the large drawer still filled with female toiletries. I open it and inspect the products; all are too fancy to just be things he threw in here. Someone thought these out and understands high-end products. I know he wasn’t ready to talk about whatever this is last night, but somethingabout this feels off. Last night, the girls said he really hasn’t been with anyone, but either he’s really into female bath products or I’m staring at a giant red flag. I mentally shake myself; I feel like I’m going a little crazy. I barely know this man and I’m rummaging through his drawers and stressing about his secrets.
Closing the drawer, I turn off the light and slowly open the door. Axel is still lying on his stomach with his arm hanging off the bed. His light snores fill the room. I pause for a moment to look at him; he’s so handsome, even while sleeping. I head over to my suitcase and rummage through the clothes Marley brought me. I put on my favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a green long sleeve shirt that makes my eyes pop. Sliding on a pair of boots, I head towards the door. I take one last look at Axel, then walk out into the hallway.
Mission: find some coffee and breakfast. I leave the door unlocked again. I know he wasn’t excited about me leaving the door unlocked, but he’s in there, and I really will be right back.
Chatter fills the hallway as I catch sight of a group of men making their way downstairs. I try to walk slowly to keep my distance and not get in anyone’s way. I don’t really know a lot of people here, and I don’t want to be in the way. Also, many of these men have eyes that stare straight into your soul and look like they could rip someone’s head off without a second thought. I smooth my hands down my shirt and continue behind them. About halfway to the stairs, one of the men turns around. I realize it’s Jax, one of the guys who was in the car with us last night and Sierra’s husband. I wave and offer a smile. He doesn’t smile back but nods his head to the side, as if signaling me to catch up. I pause for a moment, and he realizes my hesitation.
“Get up here, Teach. We don’t bite,” he says. Now that makes the rest of them turn and look at me. I feel heat creep up my cheeks and make my way to Jax, who is almost perfectly in the center of the group of men. An arm wraps around my shoulders,and I feel knuckles rubbing on the top of my head like I’m a child.
“Not-a-club-girl! Nice to see you’re still in one piece after leaving with that brute Axel,” Motley says. I chuckle and then shove him off me.
