Jaded: (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series), page 14
“Jesse?” she called out.
“What?” I grinded my molars, not looking up.
“I’m making chicken if you want some.”
“I could eat,” I muttered, pulling the screen back from the fireplace.
“There are a whole bunch of movies there. Thinkin’ I’d…uh… maybe watch one after dinner.”
“Whatever,” I said, then worked on the fire.
***
When she announced, “Food’s ready,” I looked over from my spot on the couch where I was reading and saw her standing by the table.
She had changed sometime in the last hour and was now wearing a tight, short black tank top dress. The place was warm, the fire had probably made it too warm.
Her hair was loose. Her face make-up free. And fuck, she looked pretty. Though I was still pissed off, I still couldn’t tear my eyes off her as I moved in that direction.
And she knew it, too. She stood there gnawing on her bottom lip, trying to look anywhere but at me.
The table was set with napkins, cutlery, a beer for me, a Gatorade for her, and two plates with chicken breasts, potatoes in foil, and salad. Sour cream, butter, and shredded cheese along with salad dressing sat with the salt and pepper.
She sat down.
I loaded up the potato, poured salad dressing, salted and peppered my plate, then took it and a beer to the coffee table.
I was still pissed off. Wasn’t planning to sit for a movie either.
After a couple bites in, I grabbed the salt and pepper and re-seasoned my meat and then dropped the shakers back to the table. She didn’t look up, but I saw her shoulders drop.
The spud could’ve used more time in the oven.
I glanced in her direction, and she was quietly pushing her food around with her fork, body language defeated. And it pissed me off some more.
Fuckin’ chicks. Bitchy one minute, pouty the next. Gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves and under my goddamn skin.
My appetite was gone. And it was a good thing, because the food was shit. I took my half-eaten plate to the kitchen and dumped the food into a plastic container I found and snapped the lid on before I put it in the fridge. I fetched the pizza from earlier from the microwave and put that in another container and tossed it in the fridge, too. Wasting food was a crime in my house growing up and the habit of saving it had stuck.
I went out front to smoke a cigarette. And stew in my anger. Unreasonable anger because why was I so pissed off? Why did I give a shit that she threw attitude and was being a sulky child right now when she was the one that gave me the fuckin’ silent treatment the last two days and now was sulking because… why? Because I didn’t sit at the fuckin’ table to eat the bland, boring food she cooked?
The hairs on the back of my neck went up when I had the notion I was being watched. I was leaning against the bumper of my truck.
I turned my head to the right and about forty feet away from me, I saw what was watching me. A bear sat on his rump, eyes pointed at me. I was about twenty feet from the house. I dropped the cigarette and stepped on it.
“Jesse, oh my God,” she exclaimed from the doorway.
“Quiet,” I said evenly. “Stay there.”
The bear’s gaze bounced from her to me.
I casually walked toward the cabin, seeing from my periphery that the bear stayed put, watching, nose twitching.
The minute I was on the front porch, Gianna opened the door and waved me in frantically. I shut the door and she quickly, shakily locked it, then chained it.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around me.
I bristled.
“Holy shit,” she repeated and squeezed me. “Fuck, fuck, shit. My heart. Holy cow.”
“It’s all good,” I said.
“Holy shit,” she said again and buried her face in my chest.
My arms wound around her trembling body.
She looked up at me. “Phew.” She visibly relaxed, melting into me. “Saw two cans of bear spray in the cupboard over the fridge. You should carry one when you go out there.”
I cracked half a smile.
“Phew,” she said again.
“It’s all good,” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from her mouth until I saw a swallow working down her slender throat. And it seemed to take forever. She was still trembling.
Her eyes roved my face. And then she got up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against my mouth. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, before she let go of me.
And I didn’t like that she let go, so I hooked my arm tight around her waist and pulled her back to me. As our torsos re-connected, my other hand went into her soft hair. I pulled her face closer, so I could get to her mouth. She opened up immediately and whimpered as she slid both hands up my chest, up the sides of my neck, until they were both in my hair.
Licking the tip of her tongue, I lifted her by the hips. When her legs wound around my waist, I was moving – kissing her while making my way down the hallway to her room. After putting her on the bed on her back, I reached over to lift the guitar away from the pillows. The black journal sat beside it with a pen clipped to the spine. I gently moved both to the gig bag on the floor. She watched, eyes heating, tongue wetting her lips.
She reached for me as I put my knee to the bed and crawled toward her, hand gliding up her leg.
“I’m sorry I was bitchy,” she whispered.
“One more time and this is the last time I’ll say it… I’m sorry you felt like I invaded your privacy.”
Her nose wrinkled and her eyes still looked troubled.
“It wasn’t intentional, G. The page was open and the words I couldn’t help but take in drew me in, so I did flip one page. But then you came out. And… I apologized.”
“Okay,” she whispered, face relaxing. “But you didn’t actually apologize then, because I didn’t let you.”
“Semantics. I would’ve.”
“Okay,” she said.
I took her in, laying back, legs parted slightly, eyes full of lust, and both hands reaching for me with her chest moving up and down quickly. Panting for me. She wanted me. And she was fucking beautiful.
I edged forward until I got to the hem of her tight dress, pushing until it rolled upwards, soon revealing a tiny, sheer, red thong. And I knew before I buried my face between her legs that she’d be wet for me.
“Omigod,” she whimpered a beat after I hooked the thong aside, taking a long, slow lick while staring her in the eyes.
Drenched.
She whimpered again, saying, “Jesse.”
I sucked her clit while I drove two fingers inside. This made her arch for me, so I took that opportunity to whip the little dress up, then over her head. I tossed it, then ripped my shirt off by clasping fabric at the back of my neck, pitching it aside before hauling the askew thong down and off. That out of the way, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and settling in to dine on her.
She cried out not even a minute into my working her clit with my mouth, goosebumps all over her legs and belly. And that throaty sound was like music.
That didn’t take much. But I wasn’t planning on coming nearly as quick; I had plans to savor the next part. Maybe I’d go down on her again after that.
I hauled my wallet out of my jeans and there was no condom in it.
“Fuck, no condoms.” I tossed it to the dresser, thinking it was weird; I always carried two or three, replenishing my stock after I fucked someone. Could’ve sworn I did after Dina.
“I got some,” she said shakily, “In my bag.”
Abandoning my train of thought, I reached over to the dresser and beside a whack of framed photographs of mostly Valentines, her bag sat. I dragged it over and dropped it on the table beside the bed, then set about getting the rest of my clothes off.
As my cock sprang free, her mouth dropped open and her eyes moved to connect with mine. The look in them sent more lust shunting through my veins.
“Pierced,” she whispered, reaching out for and grabbing my cock, thumb stroking over the frenum studs.
She got to her feet and my eyes traveled her beautiful, bared body as she reached for then tore the condom package with her teeth and then got back to the bed on her knees, leaning forward and working it onto me eagerly.
Her eyes were lusty, teeth embedded in that bottom lip. And I couldn’t help but crack a smile when she straightened up and met my eyes with hers. I moved in, taking her gorgeous, big tits into my hands. I kissed the right one, then the left, biting playfully on her left nipple.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, head lolling back.
After I lay her back, I rubbed my sheathed cock up and down her silky slit before rubbing the head around and around her clit. In no time, she was gripping my shoulders, seeming on the cusp of coming again. I kept going, wanting to watch it happen. And it didn’t take long before she came undone with our eyes locked. As she whimpered, I swallowed it, fucking her mouth with my tongue before lining up and in a smooth, deep stroke, sliding inside slowly, until I bottomed out.
“Jesse,” she cried. “Oh God, Jesse.”
Yeah, I was ready to show her I was her god as I pulled back and then snapped my hips forward, hard enough the headboard slammed into the wall.
That’d leave a mark. My left thumb worked her right nipple while my right hand gripped a handful of that soft golden hair, my mouth working its way down her throat. Without premeditating it, I sucked hard right above her collar bone. She arched into me again, her hot, tight cunt spasming around my cock as I rocked forward over and over, still suckling her neck, pulling almost all the way back each time so my piercing would make her feel good.
I knew I’d leave a mark on her neck. I didn’t know why, but I wanted to do it. So, I did.
“Don’t wanna come in this condom, baby,” I grunted, “Wanna test out that gag reflex. What do you think?”
I kept pushing into her, feeling that tight heat quivering around me. I wasn’t gonna last much longer if she didn’t answer. I couldn’t turn it down with how gorgeous she was, how good she felt. Couldn’t put my mind elsewhere to delay it, I was locked and loaded, too fuckin’ far gone. Couldn’t even stop pumping in the meantime to wait for her answer.
“You can say no,” I offered. “You feel really fucking good, Gigi and-”
“Do it,” she breathed.
I slowed. “Yeah?” I caressed her face.
She nodded, smiling, eyes lazy.
I pulled out slowly, eyes glued to her face so I could watch her react to the sensations, then I peeled the rubber off and dropped it.
“Come here,” she pleaded. “Let me suck you.”
I growled in response. But then I looked over to the floor.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Didn’t wanna disrespect that beautiful guitar. I was makin’ sure it landed on the rug.”
She laughed.
“This isn’t disrespect to you, though, G. Wantin’ to come down your throat.”
“Course not.” She waved her hand.
“You sure?” I hesitated, realizing how she could’ve taken that.
“Give it to me, Jesse. I’d be happy to suck your big, beautiful cock.”
Another growl crawled up my throat as I climbed her body and propped my knees on either side of her tits, holding my cock out in offering.
She opened wide for me, a sweet innocence to her face that made my cock twitch.
I slowly sank inside her beautiful mouth. She took it. That little tongue of hers moved purposefully around the underside before she took it deeper and swallowed around it. She used suction perfectly. She used her tongue. As her hot mouth worked me, her nails gently scraped over my scrotum. The best part? Her eyes stayed locked with mine while she did all this. Too many women are self-conscious about their facial expressions while they give head. Not this girl. She had no reason to be self-conscious, either. She looked hot as sin taking my dick.
I pushed forward, got extra-deep, bottoming out, my balls against her chin. And then it happened. She gagged. And looked surprised. And I wanted to crow about it. I threw my head back and groaned. “My piercing tickling that thing at the back of your throat?” I asked. “Too deep?”
She answered by grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands, taking it as a challenge. Not letting up despite the tears springing forth in her pretty eyes.
I got weak in the knees and had to put my palm against the wall for balance.
Fuck, this girl was good with her mouth. Beautiful fucking mouth.
Sensation hit a peak with a trill up my spine, heat in my ears, and buzzing in my blood until I came. I came and came down her throat with our eyes locked, one of my hands tangled in her hair. And she took it all. She took it all like she wanted it and couldn’t get enough of it. She took it all with a look in her eyes that looked like utter goddamn devotion.
When she released my cock, still lookin’ me in the eyes, she licked her fucking gorgeous lips slowly, lavishly from the left corner all the way across the bow of her upper lip until her tongue stopped at the right corner. And then she sucked on her bottom lip, eyes twinkling.
I rolled to the side and collapsed beside her, grabbing for her, pulling her close, lying on our sides, face to face. I kept hold of her jaw and pressed my lips to hers.
“Christ, that was hot.”
“Yeah,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around me, then buried her face in my chest. “Poor rug got disrespected though, didn’t it?”
I chuckled, squeezed her, then blew out a long breath.
We lay there for a good while just like that, before she rolled away and put on a show strutting naked to the bathroom.
And fuck me, but that ass bare like that? That beautiful blonde hair all messy hanging down her naked back? A fucking goddess.
And that ass? I wanted to take a bite out of it.
I heard the shower start up.
She acted surprised when I stepped in with her. I cradled her face in my hands and took her mouth.
And then things progressed from necking and heavy petting to her jacking me off while I played with her clit, her pinned against soapy tiles with our gazes locked. We wound up back on her bed, sopping wet, and I rolled on another condom.
“How many of these we got?” I asked.
She smiled and held up her fingers in the peace sign.
Two more.
“Store tomorrow,” I advised and then sat up and pulled her up onto my lap, straddling me. She rode me until she came with my fingers to her clit, mouths fused together, holding one of her ass cheeks in my other hand while I bounced her on my cock. I came right as she shuddered out her orgasm into my neck.
***
“Tired?” I asked a while later with her cuddled against me while I played with her hair.
“Nope.”
“Wanna have a fire, watch a movie?” I asked. “Somethin’ else?”
“What do you wanna do?”
“I wanna play your guitar. Is it off limits?”
“Not to you it’s not. And a fire sounds good.”
“Will you sing if I play?”
Her body language changed.
“You don’t have to be shy with me,” I advised.
“I’d rather just watch you play and enjoy the fire. As long as that scary bear don’t come back to try and eat you again.”
I barked out a laugh. “That bear didn’t try to eat me. Just a black bear. No biggie.”
“No biggie?”
“Like a big squirrel.” I shrugged.
“I beg to differ. He could’ve,” she reasoned. “You’re pretty delicious…so once he got a nibble, he wouldn’t have stopped.”
A smile tugged at her gorgeous mouth. “I would’ve tried to save you though.”
“Glad to know,” I said, dropping a kiss on her cheekbone. “I’ll keep my gun out there with us to make sure you don’t gotta save me.”
Her smile vanished. “You brought a gun?”
“Gotta keep my hostage safe,” I said and cupped her jaw, sliding my thumb over her cheek. “You’re all mine to eat, not sharing you with that bear or anybody else.”
She laughed and then the laughter died unnaturally fast.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head and looked away.
“What happened here?” I stroked a Band-Aid on the inside of her bicep.
“Oh? No biggie. Just a scab I probably scratched.”
She rolled out of the bed and reached into her clothing bag, then pulled out a black bra and purple underwear.
***
She was all smiles around the fire wearing an oversized hoodie and thigh high boots as I played her guitar.
She shivered and pulled the hood up on the oversized hoodie she had on.
“Pants might help with that shiverin’,” I advised with a smirk, then added, “Though I could also throw on another log, then I can still look at your thighs.”
She shrugged. “Boots come almost all the way to my unmentionables. And the unmentionables are covered with shorts.”
“If you mention your unmentionables, they’re hardly unmentionable, no?”
“Good point.”
“Those are some hot boots,” I added. “Where’d this come from? It’s a beaut.” I strummed the guitar.
“Great Uncle Billy left it to me when he died. And it caused a stir, believe you me…”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup. I mean… he said…” she put air quotes around said “it belonged to a roadie that used to travel with Janis Joplin. Dunno if it was true.” She held her hands over the fire to warm them. “Doubt it. Unc liked to tell skyscraper-sized tales, but he knew I loved this guitar, so regardless of where it came from, it meant a lot that he left it to me.”
“It’s worth some coin.”
“I would never part with it.” She shook her head. “My aunt tried to make me sell it once to make rent and I refused. She kicked me outta the house because of it.”
“What a bitch,” I muttered.
She shrugged. “I got that money was tight, but that guitar just meant so much to me. She said he didn’t leave it to me, but I found a note inside the case saying it was to go to me. I still have it. And I found out later she’d just had a big win at bingo and was hoarding the money. She made rent without me parting with it. Felt like it was a test to see if I’d agree. It was one of the few times in my life I actually stood my ground.” Her face changed then, so did her body language, as if she just revealed more than she meant to and caught herself.
