“God.” She gasped out when he hit something deep inside of her, and the purr that came from her had him moving faster. “It’s good. Don’t stop. Here I come.”
Jagger tunneled in and out of her, slamming his dick into her pussy until she was mewling for more. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her back, and then he was following right behind her and coming just as hard. He could have roared so loud the window broke, but he gritted his teeth and rode the wave of ecstasy with only a muttered groan. Sonya fell forward and Jagger moved to her side, but he wasn’t about to let her brush off what they had just done. When he reached around her back and pulled her to his side, she sighed and curled right into him. That had the bear inside of him growling out in pleasure. She had her head on his chest and her hand on his abdomen. For several minutes neither moved or spoke, but the silence was comfortable, and Jagger liked holding Sonya and hearing her heartbeat slow.
“That was…” She tilted her head back and looked at him. “I don’t know what to even say.”
Jagger turned to his side and brushed her dark hair away from her face.
“Just say you don’t outright reject the old lady comment I made.” It seemed like forever before she finally answered.
“That scares me, Jagger.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I know, baby. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” Well shit, here he was, apologizing to the first female ever.
“I have been trying to get out of the MC life since Trick took me, but then I ended up in another MC.” He didn’t say anything, because he knew she wasn’t finished, and he wanted her to get it out. “But then I saw you at Trick’s clubhouse, and something inside of me shifted. I know that sounds weird.”
He shook his head, because it really didn’t. It sounded damn right.
“I knew that this wasn’t just about sex, or some kind of physical attraction to you—although it is that, too.” She smiled, and Jagger swore it lit up the whole fucking room. “I’m not saying yes, but I’m not saying no to the idea of being with you either. I’m just saying I need some time.”
He continued to play with a lock of her hair.
“I do know that I want to start my life not trapped within the walls of another MC, but I can’t stand the idea of not being with you.” She rested her head on his chest again.
Jagger leaned his head back on the pillow and held her tight.
“I want a lot with you, and although it feels so fast and crazy, it also feels like the most natural and right thing in the world.” Her warm breath brushed along his chest. He couldn’t have said it any better himself.
“We’ll take it as slow as you need, baby, but Sonya?”
She looked up at him again.
“I need you in my life.” He heard her swallow, but the smile that she gave him was sweet and welcoming.
“And I want you in my life, too, even if you can be a brute sometimes and nearly kill a guy for talking to me.”
He chuckled and pulled her back to rest against him. “And I’ll do it again, because I meant it when I said no fucker would ever hurt you.”
“I know, Jagger, and that is one of the reasons I know deep down, hidden behind your tattoos, muscle, and growly grizzly bear, you are the man I should have met years ago.”
Jagger didn’t respond, didn’t know how to. Her words hit him right in the heart. She wasn’t a prisoner, but she was his, and he would make sure no motherfucker would ever make his female be in pain again.
DeDe moved away from the bedroom door and walked down the hall to another spare room. Making sure she was alone, she slipped inside and shut the door behind her. She pulled out her cell and stared at the screen for a moment. She was pissed, and yes, really damn jealous. She had gone to get Jagger for dinner, and when he hadn’t been in his room she had thought maybe he was with that tramp. The fact she had heard them fucking had rage so powerful that it sucked the air right from her lungs. That bitch Sonya had to leave. She had heard them talking afterward, heard the name Trick come up several times, and knew that name had sounded familiar, and not because she’d heard Dallas and Court talking about it after they came back to the clubhouse days ago with wounds from a fight.
So the little cunt had been with Trick, and for whatever reason Jagger is watching over her? Her anger mounted with each passing second, but she knew who to call to get the information she needed. It wasn’t just the Grizzly MC that had connections in Steel Corner. DeDe dialed Bosco’s number. He was the man she used to work for at the strip club, and a pimp in all aspects of the word. She brought the phone to her ear and listened to it ring.