Chapter eighteen:
1994 / New Year’s Day
Jesse
Laney was mine now. I had claimed her, and I’d fucking brand her if I had too to. Because no one was going near my woman, and no one was keeping me from her anymore.
There’d be shit to pay for taking a brother’s daughter like this, but it didn’t matter. Not one fucking bit. Because I’d do it all over again without giving a second fucking thought about it.
Goddamn, she was beautiful. And she tasted and felt like fucking heaven too, just like I knew she would. Her body was tight, her hips just perfect for holding onto, her breasts not too big and not too small, just right for my mouth to cover and my tongue to play with those pink rosebud nipples of hers.
“Need to get dressed now,” I said.
“No,” she replied. “Let’s just stay here forever. Fuck everything else.”
“Can’t do that, Laney.”
“Why?” she whined, looking up at me.
“Because I want to fuck you again today. In a bed next time, because I’ve got fuckin’ twigs sticking places they don’t belong.”
Her face cracked and she burst out laughing, her hand slapping at my chest. She sat up and I reached over and pulled some leaves from her long dark hair.
“Fine,” she replied. She found her panties and started to slide them on, but I snatched them from her and shoved them in my pocket.
“You won’t be needing them now,” I said. I stood up and buckled my belt before reaching down to pull her up and drag her against my body. I kissed her long and hard, and I’ll be damned if she wasn’t ready for me again. Damn woman was insatiable. Fuck, yeah. I grinned against her mouth. I hardened beneath my jeans and her hand reached down to cup me again.
Fuck.
Yeah.
The sound of a motorcycle engine in the distance made me pull back from her, and she fucking looked up at me with a pout.
I grinned. “Gotta get back to the club, babe. Need to speak to Hardy, and Gauge, let them know how it is now.” Her face paled and I reached up and cupped her face in my hand. “Don’t worry, I got this.”
“Gauge is going to shit a brick, Jesse,” she said, looking worried.
I shrugged and grabbed her, pulling her against my side. “You worry too much,” I said, and we started to walk.
“Youshouldworry. Gauge is not a reasonable man.”
I looked back at her with a smirk but didn’t bother to reply. She was right, though: Gauge was going to shit a brick—probably kick my fuckin’ ass too—but none of that mattered; it wouldn’t change a damn thing. I’d claimed Laney for my own, and Gauge could eat shit for all I cared.
We came out of the woods and walked along the side of the clubhouse. We were almost at the corner when Laney pulled against me.
“Stop,” she pleaded.
I turned to look at her with a frown.
“I’m not sure about this, Jesse,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip.
I frowned harder, my heart hammering against my chest. She was having second thoughts? Fuck that. No fucking way was that shit happening. I’d tie her to my bed if I had to—if I couldn’t convince her that this shit was right. I had waited long enough for her, and I was done waiting.
I reached over to her, dragging her against me. I reached down and pushed my hand up her skirt until I reached the apex of her thighs and the warmth that I wanted to be inside at some point that day. She yelped, her eyes going wide with need and desire. I slipped a finger inside of her, thrusting in and out and rubbing against her G-spot, buried deep inside of her.
“This is mine now, Laney. No second thoughts,” I said gruffly, making it clear once and for all that I fucking owned her now. That smart mouth of hers, that tight body and that warm pussy of hers, were mine, and she needed to fucking know how it was going to be if she was going to be my old lady. “I’m not waiting any more, and I’m done being the good guy. You’re mine and I need every motherfucker to know that.”
Her mouth opened in a silentO, her eyelids desperate to flutter closed as I slid another finger inside and flicked against her, the pad of my thumb rubbing against her clit until she clamped her hand across her own mouth and shattered beneath me.
