Finn laughed, oblivious to the storm of thoughts behind my eyes. “Guess that means I gotta keep her safe too, huh?”
I clapped him on the shoulder, firm, protective. “That’s right. You’re part of this family now. We look out for each other.”
For a moment, we stood side by side, a silent pact, a bridge between old scars and new beginnings. But even then, I couldn’t shake it. The thought of her, her soft weight pressed against me, the way she’d trusted me even when the world screamedotherwise, pulled at me harder than any plan or vote. My hands itched to hold her as my mind replayed the sparks of the morning and the frustration of being torn away before I could claim her properly. She was mine, that much was certain, and damn it, I’d make sure nothing—not raids, not meetings, not the chaos of the streets—ever came between us again.
Chapter 58
Lucy
Jay slipped quietly back into the room, his eyes immediately finding me. I was fully dressed, something he clearly hadn’t expected. My clothes, which consisted of a skirt and top I would never wear, were from one of the old club girls.
“Oh.” His voice carried that rough edge of disappointment. His eyes raked over me anyway, lingering on the tight skirt, the way the top hugged my chest. Desire flickered hot enough to scald. “That’s worse,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Now, I gotta imagine tearing you out of it.”
I smirked, sliding off the bed and sauntering over. “Hey, we’ve got plenty of time for more bedroom antics later. What happened downstairs? Can you tell me?”
He shook his head with a small, almost guilty smile, then leaned against the doorframe, lowering his voice. “You don’t get to sit in on church meetings, no matter who you’re sleeping with.”
I rolled my eyes but nudged him playfully. “Come on, just the highlights.”
Jay sighed, eyes flicking down to my body for a split second, the memory of our interrupted moment still sharp in his mind.His jaw clenched, a faint growl escaping him. “The club’s planning to go legit. Tattoo shops, betting offices, the usual, but cleaner.”
“Sounds good”
“Finn’s patched in now,” Jay said, his hand sliding down my side, grip tight, his other fingers threaded in my hair, yanking my head back so I had to meet his eyes. His stare was pure steel, unyielding. “But don’t think for a fucking second he gets to look at what belongs to me.”
He bent close, lips dragging over the shell of my ear, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “You hear me, Lucy? This pussy. This mouth. This body. All mine. If he ever eventhinksotherwise, I’ll put him on his knees in front of the whole club and make you scream my name while I fuck you in front of him.”
The threat shot heat through me, shame and hunger twisting together until I trembled. My breath hitched, but I didn’t pull back. I pressed my lips against his jaw, defiant. “I’m yours. Always. And you hear me, Jay, you’re not anyone else’s either.”
His eyes burned hotter, something dark and raw slipping through the steel. His grip tightened in my hair as his mouth came back to my ear, voice rough like gravel.
“Damn right. Nobody else’s. Never. I’ve been yours longer than you know.”
For a heartbeat something cracked in his eyes, something real. His grip yanked my head tighter, forcing eye contact as his chest heaved against mine.
“Words are not fucking enough,” he rasped, thumb shoving between my lips. “Suck it. Show me what that mouth’s good for if you want to keep it mine.”
I whimpered, hollowing my cheeks around him, tongue swirling over his rough skin as I stared up at him. His eyes turning black with heat.
“Good girl,” he growled, pulling his thumb free and smearing my spit across my lips. “Now say it again, louder. Whose cock owns you?”
“Yours, Jay,” I panted. “Only yours.”
His answering snarl vibrated against my mouth as he kissed me, violent and hungry, tongue claiming me like he had to fuck me with his mouth first. He lifted me onto the dresser. His hands were merciless, dragging up my thighs, twisting my wrists above my head, pinning me open.
“You’re fucking soaked for me,” he hissed, ripping my skirt up, finding me bare. His fingers shoved inside me without warning, rough, stretching me until I gasped. “Dripping already. Pussy begging for my cock like it fucking knows no one else can fill it.”
“Then take me,” I moaned, pulling at his kutte and T-shirt until they hit the floor. “Show me.”
He freed himself in one brutal motion. His cock, thick and veined, slammed inside me in a single thrust that stole the air from my lungs. My back hit the mirror, bottles clattering to the floor. I didn’t care. I clawed his shoulders, the wood rattling with every savage drive of his hips.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his hand tightening in my hair, dragging my gaze back to his as he fucked me hard enough to rattle the walls. “Eyes on me while I split you open. Don’t you fucking look away.”
“Jay . . .” I sobbed, legs locking around his waist as he ground deeper, hitting every place inside me that made me scream.
“That’s it,” he snarled, sweat dripping onto my chest as his teeth dragged over my chin, down my throat. “Take my cock like the filthy woman you are for me. Only for me. And if Finn ever looks at you like he wants what’s mine, I’ll drag him in here and fuck you on his patch until he learns who the fuck owns this pussy.”
The filth in his words sent me spiralling. My body clenched tight around him as the orgasm ripped through me, violent, electric.
