Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"You were so fucking brave today," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with emotion I hadn’t heard from him before. "Watching you fight... Christ, Honey."
I pressed back against him, craving the solid weight of his body. "I was terrified," I admitted, my breath fogging the tile in front of me. "But I wasn't going to let them hurt you or anyone else here."
His grip on my hip tightened possessively. "Mine," he growled, the word vibrating against my neck as he bit down gently. "My brave girl."
The possession in his voice sent heat spiraling through me. I was his. Had been since that first night, really, even when I'd tried to pretend otherwise. Today had just made it official in ways that went deeper than any property patch.
"Jack, please," I breathed, pushing back against him.
He needed no further encouragement. I felt him guide himself to my entrance, pausing just long enough
"Fuck, baby," he growled against my neck. "You feel so good."
There was nothing gentle about this. Nothing hesitant or careful. Just raw need and the slick slide of skin on skin. Jack pounded into me, each thrust driving me higher against the wall. I clung to his forearm around my waist, nails digging into muscle as he hit a spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids and I screamed.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed off the bathroom tiles, mingling with our ragged breathing and many loud moans, grunts, and shouts from both of us. The same primal energy that had fueled us through the fight now found release in this desperate coupling. I'd never known I could want like this. Hard, rough, and urgent only touched on my feelings. I’d never known I could crave the sting of teeth on my shoulder or the sweet burn of my muscles stretched to their limit.
"Mine," Jack growled, his rhythm faltering as he neared the edge. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasped, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me. "I'm yours, Jack. But you’re mine too!"
That was all it took. His hand slipped between us, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. Two strokes of his thumb and I was coming apart, my body clenching around him as wave after wave of sensation crashed through me. He followed a heartbeat later, his release triggering aftershocks that left me trembling and boneless in his arms.
For long moments, we stood there catching our breaths. Jack still had his arm tightly around me. He didn’t pull out of me. Instead, we stayed connected, panting, the shower spray washing away the cum I knew leaked from my pussy around is cock. Then, slowly, Jack urged me to put my foot on the floor, steadying me as he reached for the shower gel.
"You okay?" he asked, concern momentarily replacing the hunger in his eyes.
I nodded, unable to find words just yet. My legs felt like jelly, and I was pretty sure I'd have bruises in the shape of his fingers on my hips tomorrow. The thought made me smile. “Perfect.” The word came out a breathy sight I couldn’t work up the energy to be upset about.
The shift from desperate urgency to tender care happened seamlessly. Jack squirted the soap onto his palm and began to wash me with reverent gentleness, cleaning away the last traces of battle from my skin. I returned the favor, carefully avoiding the fresh wounds on his chest and side.
"Turn around," I murmured, and he obeyed without question.
I washed his back, tracing the lines of the club's emblem inked between his shoulder blades. The same symbol I now wore on my vest. Only where my cut said Property of Bloody Jack, his had Bound in Blood MC arched above the emblem.
When we were both clean, Jack shut off the water and reached for a towel. He dried me first, his touch lingering on the curves of my body, before quickly wiping himself down. We didn't speak. We didn't need to. The quiet intimacy soothed us both.
As we stood there, wrapped in steam, silence, and each other’s arms, I realized something that filled me with a satisfying peace. I'd found my place. At Jack's side. And nothing had ever felt so right.
After a moment, Jack lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. The towels lay forgotten in the bathroom.
He lay me down on the bed before following so he lay half on top of me. Stroking my cheek with his thumb, he studied my face in the dim light filtering through the blinds. He studied me intently, like he could see something when he looked at me he hadn’t seen before.
"You're different," he said quietly. Jack brushed my lower lip in a tender caress.
I caught his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. "I know."
He was right, though. Something fundamental had shifted during the battle. The woman who'd walked into that Halloween party weeks ago transformed into someone who'd killed without hesitation, who'd stood her ground in a firefight, who'd claimed a biker president as fiercely as he'd claimed her.