Freedom Ride, page 9
“Oh, well, I was kind of expecting you to be with me when I meet everyone.”
He sighed and flipped back the top of the box. “I will be. It’s just that I want all of your time, Lennox. I missed it for three years, and I’m not lying when I say I want every second of your time.”
That was intense, but I also understood it.
I wanted the same thing.
“We’ll just keep the door locked,” I suggested.
Jonas laughed. “Everyone has the key, babe. They’re just not coming over right now because I told Meg and King that they needed to give us at least twenty-four hours.”
“Maybe they’ll give us more than that,” I suggested.
“Oh, Lennox,” he sighed. He turned to me and grabbed my hand. “I know I told you the club is pretty much in your face all the time, but I don’t think you really understand what I’m saying.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against him. He pressed his forehead to mine, and our eyes connected. “We very literally have maybe twelve hours before Meg uses her key and is in this kitchen cooking lunch and asking you every question she can think of.”
“Really?” I whispered. That was a little bit overwhelming.
“Yes, babe. Now do you see why I’m a little irritated that Reva came over? She just stole five of my minutes I have with you.”
“We’re counting the minutes?” I asked.
“I’ve been counting the minutes down since that first letter, Lennox. I’m not kidding when I say I want every second you’ll give me.”
“Every second,” I whispered.
Jonas nodded and leaned in. “And I can’t go another second without knowing what your lips feel like against mine.”
“Okay,” I whispered. I had wanted to know the same thing too.
He closed the distance between us, and his lips brushed against mine. The kiss was soft and tender, but it promised so much more. Time seemed to stand still as we explored the contours of each other's lips. The taste of his breath and the warmth of his mouth was intoxicating. I could feel his heart beating alongside mine, a rhythm that synchronized in perfect harmony. The world around us ceased to exist as I lost myself in our first kiss.
I felt a wave of vulnerability wash over me. I had waited years for this, and it was more than I could have ever imagined.
Kissing Jonas was the top of the roller coaster I had been climbing for three years.
With each brush of our lips, I could taste the sweetness of the moment, the mingling of our lust in a perfect blend.
His breath intertwined with mine, creating an intoxicating rhythm.
With each brush of his lips against mine, the intensity grew, fueled by a magnetic pull that drew us closer. Our tongues entwined in a sensual dance, exploring, teasing, and deepening our connection.
As I reluctantly pulled away, a soft sigh escaped my lips. “Jonas.”
A growl ripped from his mouth, and his eyes drifted open. “More.”
Snapper
I pressed another hot, urgent kiss to her lips, and our mouths melded together with an urgency that spoke of the depths of our longing. The intensity of our kiss mirrored the fervor of our emotions, as if the very act of our lips meeting was the passion burning between us. Time stood still as our bodies pressed against one another, aching for more connection, more intimacy. Our hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of each other's bodies, igniting a cascade of sensations that only fueled the flames of desire.
“This isn’t too soon?” she whispered against my lips. “I just got here this afternoon.”
I glanced at the clock. “And now it’s almost seven-fifteen. I think we’re right on time.”
“Jonas,” she hesitated.
I didn’t want to force her into anything, but I also didn’t want her trying to talk herself out of us because she had some preconceived notion from society that we had just physically met each other. “Two thousand one hundred and eighty-five days, Lennox. Half of those I was talking to you. Over a thousand days, I've known you. If you think we’re doing this too soon, then I’m going to need you to pour a bucket of cold water over me and put a paper bag over your head. Go talk to all the girls and ask them how long it took them to hook up. I can tell you they will say by year three of knowing each other they were married and more than likely had a baby on the way.”
“Well,” she laughed, “when you put it like that, I think we have some making up to do. We’re way behind.”
A fire ignited inside me, and I pressed a kiss to her lips. “You and I are exactly where we should be.”
“Okay,” she gasped. “Okay.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I lifted her as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Wanna see my bedroom?”
She let out a peel of laughter. “I thought you would never ask.”
I stalked out of the common room and down the hallway to my room. I kicked open the door and left it wide open. There were definite perks to being the only one living at the clubhouse. Open doors were one of them.
I tossed Lennox on the bed and pulled my shirt over my head. “Clothes, off,” I ordered. It had been a long six years with only my hand to help relieve the pressure.
Lennox shimmied out of her shorts and kicked them off.
“You haven’t been wearing underwear this whole time?” I growled.
She pressed her finger to her lips and shook her head. “I’m not really a fan of underwear.”
I kicked off my boots and ripped my pants off. “You don’t think that could have been something you mentioned in all of your letters?” I growled.
Her jaw dropped, and she blinked rapidly. “Uh, what was the question?”
I wasn’t a fan of underwear either. I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly stroked up and down. “Why didn’t you tell me you were never wearing underwear while you wrote me letters?” I asked.
“Slipped my mind,” she whispered.
“Take your shirt off.”
She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She palmed her breast and kept her eyes on my hand wrapped around my cock. “Jonas,” she gasped. “I need you.”
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, babe?” I growled.
She bit her lip and nodded. “Please?”
“Touch yourself, babe, I want to see what you did while you thought about me.”
She hesitated, but her hand slowly drifted over her stomach and covered her pussy. She parted her wet lips and moaned as her finger swirled around her clit.
“How often did you touch yourself, babe?” I asked. “What did you picture me doing?”
She closed her eyes and dug her heels into the bed.
“Lennox,” I called. “What do you have me do to you? What made you come?” I demanded.
“Your tongue,” she panted. “You used your tongue on me, and then you fucked me until I screamed.” Her finger sped up, and she arched her hips up.
“Faster, babe. Get yourself ready for me.” I spit into my palm and rubbed my dick faster. “You want to know what I thought about when I beat off?” I growled.
She opened her eyes, and she nodded. “Tell me. Tell me what you did to me in your mind.”
My hand moved faster, and I palmed my balls. “I always pictured you bent over in the shower while I fucked you from behind, Lennox. You would scream my name until you creamed all over my dick, begging me to go faster.”
“Yes, yes,” she cried. Her fingers moved faster, and her back arched. “I’m going to come, Jonas. I’m going to come for you.”
“Not without my tongue on you,” I growled. I dove onto the bed and buried my face in her pussy. A delicate sweetness hit my tongue, and my name ripped from her lips. She buried her fingers in my hair and thrust her hips up to meet my mouth.
“Faster,” she pleaded. “I need you.”
My tongue flicked her clit, while my finger plunged into her tight hole.
“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop,” she screamed. A tremor rocked her body, and a rush of wetness flooded my mouth. I slurped down her sweet juices and leaned back to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Flip over,” I ordered. “I want to fuck you while your pussy is dripping wet.”
She let out an inaudible moan but rolled over. She stuck her ass in the air and buried her face in the pillow. “Fuck me, Jonas. Make me come again.”
I lined up behind her and pressed my finger into her pussy. “You’re mine, Lennox. Once I fuck you, I’m never going to let you go.”
She scooted back into me and let out a mewl of pleasure. “Take me. I’ll always be yours,” she whispered. “Make me yours,” she pleaded.
My hand moved, and I pressed my dick to the entrance of her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she demanded. “I can’t wait any longer to know what you feel like inside of me.”
I plunged inside her. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Jonas,” she screamed. “Oh, my god.”
I pulled back and dove back in without hesitation. This was what I had dreamed of. My hand gripped her hips as my dick tore into her, and she screamed my name.
“Take it, babe. Take all of me.” I thrust deep, and my hips slapped against her ass.
“Faster,” she panted. “I’m so close.”
I sped up, my fingers digging into her soft skin and my balls slapping against her pussy.
“Jonas!” she screamed. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed. I drove into her, taking what only she could give me.
I groaned her name as my release washed over me, and I emptied my balls deep inside her. “Mine,” I called. “You’re mine, Lennox,” I vowed.
She wiggled her ass against me and rolled to the side when my balls were empty. I gathered her in my arms and fell onto the bed.
She laid her head on my chest and sighed.
“Was that better than what you imagined?” I asked.
She drew lazy circles on my chest and sighed. “That was dirty, hot, and delicious, Jonas.”
“Oh yeah?” I pressed a kiss to her lips, and she smiled.
“Yeah, and I want to do it again.”
And we did. Again and again.
Chapter Nineteen
Lennox
“How is this good even though it’s ice cold?” I took a huge bite and washed it down with a swallow of root beer.
Jonas shrugged and popped a rogue piece of sausage into his mouth. “Fucking amazing sex just makes everything else seem amazing.”
“Is that so?” I asked.
I was perched on top of the kitchen counter with a slice of loaded pizza in my hand and a bottle of root beer next to me. “So if we keep having amazing sex, does that mean everything else will be amazing for us?”
Jonas shrugged. “I mean, yeah. As long as you’re with me, I’m good, babe.”
I sighed and toyed with an onion on the pizza. “Do you find it hard to believe that this is happening, Jonas?” I asked. “Like, does this feel like a dream to you, and one of us is going to wake up, and this will all be gone?”
“You mean like I’ll be back in prison, and you be in Iowa?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. It’s just that for three years, I’ve waited and waited for you.”
“And now I’m here, Lennox. I’m not going back to prison or anywhere unless you are with me.”
I sighed and set down my plate. “I know. I guess I’m just saying I’m finding it hard to even believe that this is real. I’m pretty sure I'm going to wake up and be back in Clinton jobless and on the verge of homelessness.”
“The job you had sucked, Lennox, and you’ll never be homeless.”
I tipped my head to the side. “You’re right about my job, but I will be homeless if I don’t find a new one. Soon.”
“You said you were good for a month. Don’t stress over it. I’m sure you’ll find something to do.”
“I wish I could be as calm as you are about this.”
He shoved the last of his pizza into his mouth and washed it down with his beer. “I’m calm about you quitting your job because I’ve been through some shit in my life, Lennox. Even when it doesn’t seem like things will work out, you’ll make it through. Maybe not always in your favor, but in the end, things should work out.”
“You mean like how they found you guilty of voluntary manslaughter even though Aaron was dead before you hit him?” I had read all the newspaper articles and dug deep into what had happened. Layla’s death had pretty much been buried, and instead, people were upset about a supposed upstanding doctor dying at the hands of a motorcycle club member.
“Well, it wasn’t that he was dead before I laid hands on him, it was the fact he would have died from his injuries whether or not I touched him. The judge and prosecutor didn’t really seem to care about that.” He spread his arms wide. “But look at me now. I paid my debt to society, and now I’m a free man.” He finished his beer and tossed the empty bottle in the garbage. “And I got you.”
“You earned me.”
He tipped his head to the side. “Did I?”
I nodded and jumped off the counter. I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
He looped his arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to my head. “How did I earn you, babe?” he whispered. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Well,” I drawled. “You’re a good man, Jonas, who deserves good things to happen to him. You fight for and protect your family without even thinking about it. I think after twenty-seven years of heartache and pain, you’re going to get a little sunshine.”
“And you’re the sunshine I finally deserve?”
I nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Yes. I am your delightful ray of sunshine and sass.”
He grabbed my ass and smiled. “I think you mean sass and ass.”
I tipped my head to the side. “How about sass, ass, and sunshine?”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Did I tell you Mama Meg and Cyn are thinking of starting a T-shirt business?”
“Um, no?” I smiled. “And since when are you calling her Mama Meg?”
“Since I remembered I used to call her that all the time, and I think she misses it.” He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “And I am her chosen favorite, so it seems right to call her Mama Meg.”
“Jonas,” I laughed, “I don’t understand half of what you just said, but it sounds like you and Meg are reconnecting.”
“Yeah, we are. I got kind of lost for a while, and then going to prison made me sort of open my eyes to realize even though I’ve been through some shit, I still have a whole lot of life left to live.”
“Very wise,” I whispered.
“You know what I’m going to do with that life I have left?” he asked.
“Tell me.”
He threaded his fingers through my hair and tipped my head back. “Spend it with you.”
“Even though I’m jobless and on my way to being homeless?”
“Lenny,” he laughed.
“Lenny?” I giggled. “I don’t think anyone has called me that since my grandpa passed away when I was seven.”
“Well, that’s what I’m going to call you when you’re being ridiculous. I don’t know why you’re stressing about your job.”
“Because I need money to survive, Jonas. I have two mouths that need to be fed twice daily.” I looked over Jonas’s shoulder by the couch. “Doc and Marty like to eat.”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
I slapped his shoulder and pulled out of his arms. “Let’s clean this up and go to bed. I’m exhausted from stressing out about meeting you.”
“And that’s my fault?” Jonas laughed. “I told you and told you to stop worrying. You’re fine as hell and everything I wanted and more.”
“More?” I asked. I combined the breadsticks into the pizza box and shoved it into the fridge. “What more did I give you?”
He moved behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “How about I show you?” He swung me over his shoulder so I was facing his butt, and my legs kicked in front of him.
“Jonas,” I squawked. “You’re going to drop me. I’m not made for lifting.”
He slapped my ass and flipped off the kitchen lights. “There is that sass and ass I like.”
“Doc, Marty,” I called. “Save me.”
Doc lifted his head off the arm of the couch, and Marty didn’t even open his eyes.
“Good boys,” Jonas called. “Guard the front door.”
“More like sleep by the front door,” I laughed. “Doc and Marty aren’t exactly killer guard dogs.”
Jonas headed down the hallway to his room and tossed me on his bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. “I feel a second wind coming on.”
I leaned up on my elbows and watched as his pants pooled at his feet. His dick bobbed lazily, and his hand wrapped around the base.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I laughed.
Jonas stalked toward the bed. “Good, then you’ll just have to stay in bed. I’m sure we can find something to do.”
“You’re insatiable, Jonas.”
“Just for you, babe. I’ve waited a long fucking time for you, Lennox.” He crawled up from the foot of the bed and covered me with his body. “And I’m not letting you go.”
Chapter Twenty
Snapper
“This is normal?”
“Uh, yeah. For the Devil’s Knights, it is.”
Meg, Cyn, and Luna were gathered around the heat press, trying to peel off the plastic without taking the design with it, while Reva and Hero wrestled with Doc and Marty on the floor. Gwen was giving Rigid a haircut while Fayth sat on the couch with a headful of tin foil, waiting for her highlights to develop, or whatever Gwen called it.
“Dammit,” Cyn cried. “I forgot to mirror the design!”
“I have no idea what that means, but it doesn’t sound good,” Rigid called.
“You did it again, didn’t you?” Greta called from the kitchen. “I’m going to have to put a sticky note or something on your forehead. Mirror your damn designs.” She walked out of the kitchen with a beer in each hand and a jerky stick hanging from her mouth. “Who wants a beer?” she called.
He sighed and flipped back the top of the box. “I will be. It’s just that I want all of your time, Lennox. I missed it for three years, and I’m not lying when I say I want every second of your time.”
That was intense, but I also understood it.
I wanted the same thing.
“We’ll just keep the door locked,” I suggested.
Jonas laughed. “Everyone has the key, babe. They’re just not coming over right now because I told Meg and King that they needed to give us at least twenty-four hours.”
“Maybe they’ll give us more than that,” I suggested.
“Oh, Lennox,” he sighed. He turned to me and grabbed my hand. “I know I told you the club is pretty much in your face all the time, but I don’t think you really understand what I’m saying.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against him. He pressed his forehead to mine, and our eyes connected. “We very literally have maybe twelve hours before Meg uses her key and is in this kitchen cooking lunch and asking you every question she can think of.”
“Really?” I whispered. That was a little bit overwhelming.
“Yes, babe. Now do you see why I’m a little irritated that Reva came over? She just stole five of my minutes I have with you.”
“We’re counting the minutes?” I asked.
“I’ve been counting the minutes down since that first letter, Lennox. I’m not kidding when I say I want every second you’ll give me.”
“Every second,” I whispered.
Jonas nodded and leaned in. “And I can’t go another second without knowing what your lips feel like against mine.”
“Okay,” I whispered. I had wanted to know the same thing too.
He closed the distance between us, and his lips brushed against mine. The kiss was soft and tender, but it promised so much more. Time seemed to stand still as we explored the contours of each other's lips. The taste of his breath and the warmth of his mouth was intoxicating. I could feel his heart beating alongside mine, a rhythm that synchronized in perfect harmony. The world around us ceased to exist as I lost myself in our first kiss.
I felt a wave of vulnerability wash over me. I had waited years for this, and it was more than I could have ever imagined.
Kissing Jonas was the top of the roller coaster I had been climbing for three years.
With each brush of our lips, I could taste the sweetness of the moment, the mingling of our lust in a perfect blend.
His breath intertwined with mine, creating an intoxicating rhythm.
With each brush of his lips against mine, the intensity grew, fueled by a magnetic pull that drew us closer. Our tongues entwined in a sensual dance, exploring, teasing, and deepening our connection.
As I reluctantly pulled away, a soft sigh escaped my lips. “Jonas.”
A growl ripped from his mouth, and his eyes drifted open. “More.”
Snapper
I pressed another hot, urgent kiss to her lips, and our mouths melded together with an urgency that spoke of the depths of our longing. The intensity of our kiss mirrored the fervor of our emotions, as if the very act of our lips meeting was the passion burning between us. Time stood still as our bodies pressed against one another, aching for more connection, more intimacy. Our hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of each other's bodies, igniting a cascade of sensations that only fueled the flames of desire.
“This isn’t too soon?” she whispered against my lips. “I just got here this afternoon.”
I glanced at the clock. “And now it’s almost seven-fifteen. I think we’re right on time.”
“Jonas,” she hesitated.
I didn’t want to force her into anything, but I also didn’t want her trying to talk herself out of us because she had some preconceived notion from society that we had just physically met each other. “Two thousand one hundred and eighty-five days, Lennox. Half of those I was talking to you. Over a thousand days, I've known you. If you think we’re doing this too soon, then I’m going to need you to pour a bucket of cold water over me and put a paper bag over your head. Go talk to all the girls and ask them how long it took them to hook up. I can tell you they will say by year three of knowing each other they were married and more than likely had a baby on the way.”
“Well,” she laughed, “when you put it like that, I think we have some making up to do. We’re way behind.”
A fire ignited inside me, and I pressed a kiss to her lips. “You and I are exactly where we should be.”
“Okay,” she gasped. “Okay.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I lifted her as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Wanna see my bedroom?”
She let out a peel of laughter. “I thought you would never ask.”
I stalked out of the common room and down the hallway to my room. I kicked open the door and left it wide open. There were definite perks to being the only one living at the clubhouse. Open doors were one of them.
I tossed Lennox on the bed and pulled my shirt over my head. “Clothes, off,” I ordered. It had been a long six years with only my hand to help relieve the pressure.
Lennox shimmied out of her shorts and kicked them off.
“You haven’t been wearing underwear this whole time?” I growled.
She pressed her finger to her lips and shook her head. “I’m not really a fan of underwear.”
I kicked off my boots and ripped my pants off. “You don’t think that could have been something you mentioned in all of your letters?” I growled.
Her jaw dropped, and she blinked rapidly. “Uh, what was the question?”
I wasn’t a fan of underwear either. I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly stroked up and down. “Why didn’t you tell me you were never wearing underwear while you wrote me letters?” I asked.
“Slipped my mind,” she whispered.
“Take your shirt off.”
She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She palmed her breast and kept her eyes on my hand wrapped around my cock. “Jonas,” she gasped. “I need you.”
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, babe?” I growled.
She bit her lip and nodded. “Please?”
“Touch yourself, babe, I want to see what you did while you thought about me.”
She hesitated, but her hand slowly drifted over her stomach and covered her pussy. She parted her wet lips and moaned as her finger swirled around her clit.
“How often did you touch yourself, babe?” I asked. “What did you picture me doing?”
She closed her eyes and dug her heels into the bed.
“Lennox,” I called. “What do you have me do to you? What made you come?” I demanded.
“Your tongue,” she panted. “You used your tongue on me, and then you fucked me until I screamed.” Her finger sped up, and she arched her hips up.
“Faster, babe. Get yourself ready for me.” I spit into my palm and rubbed my dick faster. “You want to know what I thought about when I beat off?” I growled.
She opened her eyes, and she nodded. “Tell me. Tell me what you did to me in your mind.”
My hand moved faster, and I palmed my balls. “I always pictured you bent over in the shower while I fucked you from behind, Lennox. You would scream my name until you creamed all over my dick, begging me to go faster.”
“Yes, yes,” she cried. Her fingers moved faster, and her back arched. “I’m going to come, Jonas. I’m going to come for you.”
“Not without my tongue on you,” I growled. I dove onto the bed and buried my face in her pussy. A delicate sweetness hit my tongue, and my name ripped from her lips. She buried her fingers in my hair and thrust her hips up to meet my mouth.
“Faster,” she pleaded. “I need you.”
My tongue flicked her clit, while my finger plunged into her tight hole.
“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop,” she screamed. A tremor rocked her body, and a rush of wetness flooded my mouth. I slurped down her sweet juices and leaned back to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Flip over,” I ordered. “I want to fuck you while your pussy is dripping wet.”
She let out an inaudible moan but rolled over. She stuck her ass in the air and buried her face in the pillow. “Fuck me, Jonas. Make me come again.”
I lined up behind her and pressed my finger into her pussy. “You’re mine, Lennox. Once I fuck you, I’m never going to let you go.”
She scooted back into me and let out a mewl of pleasure. “Take me. I’ll always be yours,” she whispered. “Make me yours,” she pleaded.
My hand moved, and I pressed my dick to the entrance of her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she demanded. “I can’t wait any longer to know what you feel like inside of me.”
I plunged inside her. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Jonas,” she screamed. “Oh, my god.”
I pulled back and dove back in without hesitation. This was what I had dreamed of. My hand gripped her hips as my dick tore into her, and she screamed my name.
“Take it, babe. Take all of me.” I thrust deep, and my hips slapped against her ass.
“Faster,” she panted. “I’m so close.”
I sped up, my fingers digging into her soft skin and my balls slapping against her pussy.
“Jonas!” she screamed. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed. I drove into her, taking what only she could give me.
I groaned her name as my release washed over me, and I emptied my balls deep inside her. “Mine,” I called. “You’re mine, Lennox,” I vowed.
She wiggled her ass against me and rolled to the side when my balls were empty. I gathered her in my arms and fell onto the bed.
She laid her head on my chest and sighed.
“Was that better than what you imagined?” I asked.
She drew lazy circles on my chest and sighed. “That was dirty, hot, and delicious, Jonas.”
“Oh yeah?” I pressed a kiss to her lips, and she smiled.
“Yeah, and I want to do it again.”
And we did. Again and again.
Chapter Nineteen
Lennox
“How is this good even though it’s ice cold?” I took a huge bite and washed it down with a swallow of root beer.
Jonas shrugged and popped a rogue piece of sausage into his mouth. “Fucking amazing sex just makes everything else seem amazing.”
“Is that so?” I asked.
I was perched on top of the kitchen counter with a slice of loaded pizza in my hand and a bottle of root beer next to me. “So if we keep having amazing sex, does that mean everything else will be amazing for us?”
Jonas shrugged. “I mean, yeah. As long as you’re with me, I’m good, babe.”
I sighed and toyed with an onion on the pizza. “Do you find it hard to believe that this is happening, Jonas?” I asked. “Like, does this feel like a dream to you, and one of us is going to wake up, and this will all be gone?”
“You mean like I’ll be back in prison, and you be in Iowa?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. It’s just that for three years, I’ve waited and waited for you.”
“And now I’m here, Lennox. I’m not going back to prison or anywhere unless you are with me.”
I sighed and set down my plate. “I know. I guess I’m just saying I’m finding it hard to even believe that this is real. I’m pretty sure I'm going to wake up and be back in Clinton jobless and on the verge of homelessness.”
“The job you had sucked, Lennox, and you’ll never be homeless.”
I tipped my head to the side. “You’re right about my job, but I will be homeless if I don’t find a new one. Soon.”
“You said you were good for a month. Don’t stress over it. I’m sure you’ll find something to do.”
“I wish I could be as calm as you are about this.”
He shoved the last of his pizza into his mouth and washed it down with his beer. “I’m calm about you quitting your job because I’ve been through some shit in my life, Lennox. Even when it doesn’t seem like things will work out, you’ll make it through. Maybe not always in your favor, but in the end, things should work out.”
“You mean like how they found you guilty of voluntary manslaughter even though Aaron was dead before you hit him?” I had read all the newspaper articles and dug deep into what had happened. Layla’s death had pretty much been buried, and instead, people were upset about a supposed upstanding doctor dying at the hands of a motorcycle club member.
“Well, it wasn’t that he was dead before I laid hands on him, it was the fact he would have died from his injuries whether or not I touched him. The judge and prosecutor didn’t really seem to care about that.” He spread his arms wide. “But look at me now. I paid my debt to society, and now I’m a free man.” He finished his beer and tossed the empty bottle in the garbage. “And I got you.”
“You earned me.”
He tipped his head to the side. “Did I?”
I nodded and jumped off the counter. I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
He looped his arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to my head. “How did I earn you, babe?” he whispered. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Well,” I drawled. “You’re a good man, Jonas, who deserves good things to happen to him. You fight for and protect your family without even thinking about it. I think after twenty-seven years of heartache and pain, you’re going to get a little sunshine.”
“And you’re the sunshine I finally deserve?”
I nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Yes. I am your delightful ray of sunshine and sass.”
He grabbed my ass and smiled. “I think you mean sass and ass.”
I tipped my head to the side. “How about sass, ass, and sunshine?”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Did I tell you Mama Meg and Cyn are thinking of starting a T-shirt business?”
“Um, no?” I smiled. “And since when are you calling her Mama Meg?”
“Since I remembered I used to call her that all the time, and I think she misses it.” He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “And I am her chosen favorite, so it seems right to call her Mama Meg.”
“Jonas,” I laughed, “I don’t understand half of what you just said, but it sounds like you and Meg are reconnecting.”
“Yeah, we are. I got kind of lost for a while, and then going to prison made me sort of open my eyes to realize even though I’ve been through some shit, I still have a whole lot of life left to live.”
“Very wise,” I whispered.
“You know what I’m going to do with that life I have left?” he asked.
“Tell me.”
He threaded his fingers through my hair and tipped my head back. “Spend it with you.”
“Even though I’m jobless and on my way to being homeless?”
“Lenny,” he laughed.
“Lenny?” I giggled. “I don’t think anyone has called me that since my grandpa passed away when I was seven.”
“Well, that’s what I’m going to call you when you’re being ridiculous. I don’t know why you’re stressing about your job.”
“Because I need money to survive, Jonas. I have two mouths that need to be fed twice daily.” I looked over Jonas’s shoulder by the couch. “Doc and Marty like to eat.”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
I slapped his shoulder and pulled out of his arms. “Let’s clean this up and go to bed. I’m exhausted from stressing out about meeting you.”
“And that’s my fault?” Jonas laughed. “I told you and told you to stop worrying. You’re fine as hell and everything I wanted and more.”
“More?” I asked. I combined the breadsticks into the pizza box and shoved it into the fridge. “What more did I give you?”
He moved behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “How about I show you?” He swung me over his shoulder so I was facing his butt, and my legs kicked in front of him.
“Jonas,” I squawked. “You’re going to drop me. I’m not made for lifting.”
He slapped my ass and flipped off the kitchen lights. “There is that sass and ass I like.”
“Doc, Marty,” I called. “Save me.”
Doc lifted his head off the arm of the couch, and Marty didn’t even open his eyes.
“Good boys,” Jonas called. “Guard the front door.”
“More like sleep by the front door,” I laughed. “Doc and Marty aren’t exactly killer guard dogs.”
Jonas headed down the hallway to his room and tossed me on his bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. “I feel a second wind coming on.”
I leaned up on my elbows and watched as his pants pooled at his feet. His dick bobbed lazily, and his hand wrapped around the base.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I laughed.
Jonas stalked toward the bed. “Good, then you’ll just have to stay in bed. I’m sure we can find something to do.”
“You’re insatiable, Jonas.”
“Just for you, babe. I’ve waited a long fucking time for you, Lennox.” He crawled up from the foot of the bed and covered me with his body. “And I’m not letting you go.”
Chapter Twenty
Snapper
“This is normal?”
“Uh, yeah. For the Devil’s Knights, it is.”
Meg, Cyn, and Luna were gathered around the heat press, trying to peel off the plastic without taking the design with it, while Reva and Hero wrestled with Doc and Marty on the floor. Gwen was giving Rigid a haircut while Fayth sat on the couch with a headful of tin foil, waiting for her highlights to develop, or whatever Gwen called it.
“Dammit,” Cyn cried. “I forgot to mirror the design!”
“I have no idea what that means, but it doesn’t sound good,” Rigid called.
“You did it again, didn’t you?” Greta called from the kitchen. “I’m going to have to put a sticky note or something on your forehead. Mirror your damn designs.” She walked out of the kitchen with a beer in each hand and a jerky stick hanging from her mouth. “Who wants a beer?” she called.
