Chapter sixteen:
1991 / New Year’s Eve
Jesse
Laney slowed to a stop and turned back to face me, her tongue darting out to lick her pink lips. “Thought we could use some privacy,” she said, her voice a soft breath.
I smiled, knowing exactly why she wanted privacy. My girl was trying to seduce me. I must have been the luckiest fucking man in the world, right then, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to drag it out and then make her scream my name afterwards.
We’d left the party—my party—and gone to get some fresh air outside, our bodies automatically taking us away from the noise and the lights of the clubhouse and to our own secluded area behind the clubhouse where the ground was soft and the trees stood tall and proud against the sky.
“Yeah?” I said, taking a swig of my beer. “What for?”
Her cheeks flushed red, and I wondered if the rest of her would be as pink as her cheeks. Damn hoped so.
“Well, there’s a lot of celebrations tonight,” she said, and I smirked. “Thought we needed some time together.”
Damn right there were a lot of celebrations that night. That night I had been patched in. Hardy had made it as difficult as fucking possible for me, and strung it out as long as he could, but it had been decided and there wasn’t shit he could do about it. Not only that, but it was New Year’s fucking Eve, and Laney was back from some trip that Gauge had sent her on with her college friends.
Between the club and her school, I hadn’t seen her for more than a few minutes at a time for almost six months. I’d been determined to get her under me the next time I saw her, but weeks had passed and life had stepped between us. The club had been busy with some bad shit going down, and she’d been busy at school and shit. Thought for a while that she’d had second thoughts, but then she’d turned up at the club with Gauge one day and I’d dragged her into my room and she’d given me the best blowjob I’d ever had.
I’d wanted to tell Gauge about us. Shit, I’d wanted to tell the whole world who owned her, but she’d begged me not to—not until she was ready. Hated every minute of it, but she swore it was to do with Gauge and their relationship and not me.
But after tonight, there was no way this shit was staying secret anymore. I wanted in her, and I wanted the world to know who she belonged to. No matter what the fucking consequences.
She let go of my hand and took a swig of her own beer. “Gauge watches my every move,” she said after a hesitant moment. Thought she was going to chicken out for a minute there. I grinned.
“Man knows what his brothers are like,” I replied.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And what are they like?” she asked, testing the waters. She took another drink, and I could barely speak for a second when a drop of beer slid down off her bottom lip and she licked it away. My blood rushed away from my brain and straight to my dick.
I cleared my throat. “Horny motherfuckers, all of them.”
“All of them?” she asked, one eyebrow lifted questioningly, a small smile on her mouth.
“Every. Last. One,” I replied.
She stared at me, her pupils dilating as she swallowed. “And what about you?”
“What about me?” I took a swig of my beer.
“Are you a horny motherfucker, Jesse?”
I spat my beer out on the ground in front of us, her words catching me off guard, and she burst out laughing. I wiped at my chin, clearing my beard of the warm beer, and I barked out my own laugh.
“Damn fuckin’ right I am,” I replied, watching the hunger in her eyes grow, and enjoying it too. “But only for one woman.”
Laney lifted her chin and stared at me, her gaze burning into mine. “And who would that be?” she breathed out.
I threw my bottle to one side and reached across to her, my hand gripping her waist tightly and dragging her body to mine.
“Think it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious who, don’t you?” I said, grinding myself against her.
Her lips parted to let out a small sigh. She threw her own bottle to one side and I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, taking her mouth hard and fast. She groaned against my mouth as I wrapped my arms around her, my hands moving up and down her back, desperate to feel her hair trailing through my fingers.
