Unchain My Heart(5)

I’d had access to Max’s house in Malibu for years yet never took up the offer, preferring to stay at the club so that I didn’t have to spend nights alone. Usually there was somebody hanging around for a game of pool or darts, and somebody to have a beer with. Of course there had been many willing females too, warm bodies to spend the night with. But since my fallout with Cobra, I wasn’t planning to stay at the club for a while.

Jade and I joked about how we’d lose one another in the spacious house, yet I grinned appreciatively when I saw the size of the shower. It was big enough for an orgy, but all I wanted was enough space to fuck Jade. I pulled her dress over her head and rid her of her underwear, pulling her into the shower to wash the sand off her body. She let me soap her and kiss her and finally fuck her, christening the shower for what I hoped would become our evening ritual.

With a sigh, I pulled Jade tightly to my chest. She was sleeping in my arms, her unruly hair in my face. I listened to her soft breathing and thanked my lucky stars for bringing her into my life. But the gratitude was short-lived. Raw terror struck my heart; it clenched tightly in my chest, making it nearly impossible to breath.

Cold sweat broke out on my skin. I had everything to lose. In a short space of time, I'd come from being a man who had nothing to live for to a man who was fighting for love. I had no option: losing Jade would kill me.

Sniffing her hair and breathing her scent into my lungs helped to calm me down, yet I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling roiling in my gut. Harrison Summers was a formidable enemy—I recognized the hatred and anger in his eyes. I'd seen it in my own when I stared into a mirror. I knew he would stop at nothing to tear me and Jade apart. The fucked up thing was, I understood why he felt the way he did. Didn’t mean I liked it one bit.

If only he wasn’t Jade’s brother, I would have had Ox put a stop to his ideas already by taking out a hit on him. But knowing how much my woman loved the fucker was tearing me up—I couldn’t bring myself to do that to her.

Was loving one another not enough? Why did we have to fight those who wanted to break us apart in order to find our happiness? It didn’t make fucking sense that it was the very people we loved unconditionally that were doing this to us. It couldn’t be any more fucked up.

“Baby.” I sighed as I kissed her skin. Tears were running down her cheeks even as she slept. Jesus, it turned me into a madman knowing she was hurting so much. I wanted to jump on my bike and put an end to it all. Tell Cobra to go fuck himself. Tell Harrison to back off if he valued his life. Only I knew it’d do more damage than good.

We needed a fucking miracle. Was there a way out of this fucking mess without anyone getting hurt? I didn’t know the answer. But what I did know was that I wanted to protect my woman. I wanted to see her smile and laugh at me in a way that melted my heart. I didn’t want to kiss her tears as she slept.

She pushed her ass backward against my dick, causing it to stir. Fuck, I needed to get inside her again. I squeezed her breast gently and she moaned softly in her sleep, covering my hand with hers and pressing it to her heart. I kissed her neck, tasting her skin, overwhelmed with love.

Slipping a hand between her thighs, I rubbed her clit. She opened her legs, wanting my touch even in her oblivion. I sucked in a breath as her body responded to me, her slickness making my cock harden and become desperate for her. Nudging my tip into her, she moaned louder this time, pushing back to take more of me. I slid in, sighing as her warmth enveloped me. My heart swelled. This was exactly where I wanted to be. Buried inside my Princess—the woman who owned my heart and my soul.

I wanted this moment to last forever, so I thrust into her slowly, rhythmically, loving the feel of her on my cock as I stroked her clit and sucked her skin. I wanted to wake like this every day, with Princess in my arms, her softness beneath me.

Her eyes flickered open, a sleepy smile illuminating her face. “Hush. Just enjoy,” I whispered, not wanting anything to break the magic surrounding us. Her eyes fluttered closed and she joined me, moving slowly, both of us lost in the rhythm of each other, our breaths becoming harder and louder as our need for one another overtook us.





Chapter Five — Harrison


My gaze fixed on the classy brunette who was completely out of place in this joint. She sat alone at a high table, her pencil-straight back to the wall. Her legs were crossed and on her lap she clutched her purse as if it were a lifeline. The way she flicked her hair back, casual yet self-assured, kept my attention pinned on her. Not a single tattoo or piercing, she was poised and confident, definitely from good breeding.