“I really don’t think it’s a possibility, Jett. I’m sorry. It’s another reason I’m not a good woman for you to stay with.”
“What if you got pregnant?” He leans down and takes my mouth for a ride. Gasping away from me, he stares into my eyes, “What about then?”
“Jeez, what a kiss!”
“Would you abort it?”
“The miracle baby?” I ask with a sad smile. “No, of course not! But this is a stupid conversation we really don’t need to be thinking about. Never gonna happen.”
A grin spreads his moist lips.
“What?” I demand. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“Because you said that once before.” He kisses me again and I return it with equal passion, remembering when he followed me out of the diner.
Never gonna happen turned into fucking him in that motel room the same night.
I can’t lie that I wish I could have children. That woman’s words burned loss into my soul and I’ve held onto that prediction.
Jett wants to get me pregnant. Well, if he succeeds, I guess I’ll have to take it as a sign I should be here in his arms. They feel so good, so right, so unforgettable.
He moves us up the bed by lifting and tossing me, then throws my legs over his shoulders and dives that gorgeous cock inside. We moan and he digs into my hips with both hands, manipulating me for our mutual pleasure. Watching my face as he fucks me, he whispers, “Gonna give it my best shot.”
“Jett!” I cry out, covering my face with my hands as the shattering begins, my pussy throbbing and clenching and cumming so hard.
He massages my breasts, bending his huge back so he can lick my nipples, biting and teasing them. He growls into that tender flesh and lets my legs fall, turning me over and lifting me so that I’m on my knees. I slam my hands onto the headboard of wooden logs and grip onto them as he enters me roughly from behind.
Smiling at him over my shoulder I whisper, “My poor little pussy.”
He grins as pleasure attacks his core. I watch him look down and drink in how great my ass looks slamming against his pelvic bone. He slips his thumb into my ass cheeks and touches my anus, holding there and shocking me. I can’t help but moan.
He pounds harder, filling me, ripping me right down the middle. Oh God, he buries himself to the hilt and swells up with a burning explosion I can’t wait to feel. He roars and all the veins in his muscles contract as he shoots his hot semen inside me. I scream as I join him, gritting my teeth as the brilliant fire clenches my walls around him time and again.
“Holy Fuck!” Jett roars, “Sunshine! I’m cumming harder than I ever have, baby.”
Trembling and holding onto the headboard, I whimper his name incoherently. He wraps an arm around my stomach and collapses in a thrusting mess of instinct.
When we calm, the only sound in the room is gasps for air. He pulls me to lie down and buries his face in my breasts, half lying on me with one heavy leg over both of mine. Jett kisses them all over, taking his time. He rises up, teasing my tongue, lacing it with his own. Our lips move so easily together. Everything is smooth.
It’s quiet in my soul right now.
I can think about tomorrow later.
He falls back onto the pillow and exhales loudly, staring at the ceiling. Our hands find each other and entwine. “You wanna go to a wedding?”
I glance over at him. “What? No. I hate weddings.”
He chuckles and throws his other arm behind his head, resting on his hand. His body is glistening. “That’s what I figured.”
I was about to say, who’re the idiots, but I hold my tongue. “Who’s getting married?”
“My brother Jake.”
Oof.
Um…no way.
Meeting the whole Cocker family? All those brothers and his parents, who have got to be still together from what I’ve learned about who Jett is. Even as a biker this guy’s got commitment all over him. I bet he has no idea of that, though.
I release his hand so I can roll over and lie on him. “I’m not the type you bring home to parents.”
He blinks at me like he’s deciding what to say to that. His eyebrows rise up and he mutters, “I’m not the type of guy you bring home to my dad, so we have that in common.”
“What do you mean?”
He sighs. “We don’t get along.”
“Is he an asshole?”
“Eh…asshole? Sometimes, yeah. But he’s a hypocrite for sure. That’s his main flaw. My dad’s a congressman.” Jett glances to me for my reaction.
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Yeah. He doesn’t like having a son who fights the system.” Shifting his gaze back up I watch turbulence run through his features. “But he had me come to the rescue of Jake just last year. Because he couldn’t do anything about the situation…he needed me to do my thing. Fuckin’ asshole.”