He turned them around and strode the few steps it took to get to the bed. In a swift move, because Jagger was barely holding on, he set her in the center of the bed and started for his cut. “One more time, baby. You sure about this?”
She nodded before he even finished. “Yeah, I am really fucking sure.”
He grinned at her profanity. He set his cut on the chair by the bed and reached behind him to grab a handful of his shirt. Pulling it up and over his head, he tossed it to the ground and went for the belt, button, and zipper of his jeans. Once he was completely naked in front of her, he took hold of his dick and started stroking himself. He was already rock hard, but just seeing her stare at his erection had him becoming impossibly harder.
“You keep staring at my dick like that and I’ll come before I’m even inside of you.” He heard her breath hitch, and then she was pushing up to a sitting position and pulling her shirt off. Once the material was gone she reached behind and unlatched her bra. His heart was pounding fast and hard, and never had he wanted something as fiercely as he wanted her right now. She tossed her bra to the ground, and the movement had her huge, round breasts shaking. His mouth watered, and his bear clawed to come out and sample her, but no fucking way was he about to give this experience up.
Chapter Eleven
Sonya stared at Jagger as he stood right before her stark naked. His body was big and tall, corded with muscle, and so powerful that goose bumps formed along her skin. His abdomen had ribs and indentations of muscle, and that defined V that was like an arrow right down to his erection called to her. But even with the stunning quality that made him up, what held her attention was the huge tattoo on his hairless chest. It was the same design as the patch he wore on the back of his cut, but seeing the dark ink on his flesh was even more of an aphrodisiac. In the center and right over a set of inked claw marks was the shaded outline of a motorcycle. Above that the word GRIZZLY was tattooed in black, stating his breed. And below the permanent patch was the world COLORADO, defining where his MC’s territory was. It was a hardcore thing to look at, but it didn’t frighten her, not when he watched her the way he did.
He continued to move his palm up and down his huge cock as he stared at her breasts. The man was built, and his dick was no exception. He was long, thick, and with a crown that was wider than the shaft. Sonya’s inner muscles clenched with need on their own, and a fresh wave of moisture left her. She was wet, almost embarrassingly so, but she wasn’t going to stop this. There had never been a time when she was the one making the decision to give up her body, and although there had been a lot of pain and fear that had circled her, she was stronger for it. Maybe most women wouldn’t be able to say that, but she was grateful that she had been able to rise above the nightmare that had tried to keep her down. It had taken years for her to come to terms with everything and to lock up the good and alive part of her that Trick had tried to eradicate.
Never again.
But as she got the button undone and the zipper down, her arousal started to mix with apprehension because in a few seconds Jagger would see the scars of Trick’s “affection”. But she didn’t want to stop, and Jagger had said she wasn’t just a piece of ass. Did she believe him? Yes, because after the past seven years she had learned to go with her gut, and her instincts told her this was right. Was she still nervous about his life? Yes. Was she still going to leave? She didn’t want to, honestly, but she knew that was the smart thing to do. But she hoped this wasn’t the last time they spent time together, because even though Jagger was deep in the MC life, she wanted to be a part of his life.
Wiggling out of the jeans and panties, she tossed them aside and waited for his reaction. She did worry that he would find her thighs ugly from the knife marks Trick had given her, but as he skimmed up and down her body, one that she had grown comfortable with over time, all she saw was his rage break through.
“He did that to you?” His voice was so menacing that she slid her hands over the raised white scars that crisscrossed parts of her thighs. He shook his head, and she stilled. “No, you don’t have to hide yourself from me.” And then he was on his knees in front of her, and she was so taken aback that this huge MC President was kneeling before her that she thought for sure her heart had stopped. Jagger took her hands that were on her thighs and pulled them out and to her sides. He stared at her scars so intently that her face heated in humiliation. “I’m going to make him suffer for this. His death is imminent, but I’m going to make him suffer.” Jagger was speaking to himself, but when he looked at her she saw the truth of his words reflected in his dark eyes. “I’m going to kill him with pleasure for the pain he caused to you.” He let go of her hands and started moving his hands over her thighs.