spreading across her face. ‘That really is so not fair.’
‘Yeah, well, I think things stopped being fair a long time ago.’
She looked down, shifting her gaze from his because she had to be clear about this. She had to make him understand. ‘I can’t make you any promises, Jesse. There’s – there’s a lot of shit gone down since I was last here, and I can’t make any promises… I can’t…’
‘You already told me that.’
She looked up, their eyes meeting again. ‘We do this, we have sex, and you need to understand that it means nothing.’
He shrugged. ‘It’s sex. A welcome home fuck, that’s all. Baby, come on. You can’t expect me to look at you like that and not want to fuck your beautiful brains out.’
She smiled again, knowing exactly where this was going, and knowing she was powerless to stop it. Even though she should. She really, really should.
‘Okay,’ she whispered, holding his gaze. ‘Okay. Come and get it, biker boy.’
‘Jesus Christ,’ he whispered, taking off his cut and throwing it on to a nearby chair as he walked over to her. ‘What the fuck have I been missing?’
Lexi felt her stomach contract, her breath catching in her throat as he approached her. The anticipation was almost painful as years of pent up frustration bubbled over, spilling out of her in one long, loud scream as he yanked off her panties, lifting her up and pushing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing herself against him as he thrust into her, so hard it rocked her body right back, but she’d take it, the pain and the discomfort. She’d take it all, because it was Jesse. And he was reclaiming what had once been his. What should have always been his. But she’d ruined that. She’d ruined the future they could have had.
He was filling her up with a beautiful warmth, his strong arms holding her tight – her gentle giant. To feel this, his body merging with hers, to feel that again was like a shot of the most powerful drug, something she’d been denied for so long but now she was heading towards overdose, and she didn’t care. Because this wasn’t going to be anything lasting or permanent, it couldn’t be. And one day he’d understand why. They all would.
Burying her fingers in his hair she threw back her head as he gave one last thrust, his body stiffening as he got ready to explode inside her, and she clung on tighter as she felt him come. Felt a torrent of heat, a rush so strong tearing through her she couldn’t stop the cries from escaping, animalistic yells echoing around the room as his cries merged with hers. She pushed herself forward, grinding her body against his until she felt her own release begin its journey, flooding over her in one quick, hurried wave, engulfing her in a cocoon of hope and peace and calm she knew was temporary, but it felt so good.
She waited a few seconds, letting her breathing return to normal before she opened her eyes and looked at him, her fingers still buried in his hair, his body still inside hers. ‘What did we just do, Jesse Jackson?’
‘We just said hello, Lexi. That’s all. Lone Riders style.’
She couldn’t help smiling. And as his mouth closed in on hers, every memory of how his kiss made her feel came rushing forward at a rate that was breathtaking, like a metaphorical punch to the solar plexus. The familiar scratch of his beard against her skin, the smell of cigarettes mixed with beer and engine oil that was like the most beautiful of colognes. The movement of his lips against hers, the way his tongue pushed gently inside her mouth, exploring, dancing alongside hers in a way so at odds with the persona he liked to give off – the rough-edged biker with the shady past and a present she didn’t always like to think about. But to her, that’s what made him so hot. That’s what made him so dangerous. That’s what made him someone she should really leave alone.
‘Deena’s gone, baby. She’s gone,’
‘Yeah, well, I think things stopped being fair a long time ago.’
She looked down, shifting her gaze from his because she had to be clear about this. She had to make him understand. ‘I can’t make you any promises, Jesse. There’s – there’s a lot of shit gone down since I was last here, and I can’t make any promises… I can’t…’
‘You already told me that.’
She looked up, their eyes meeting again. ‘We do this, we have sex, and you need to understand that it means nothing.’
He shrugged. ‘It’s sex. A welcome home fuck, that’s all. Baby, come on. You can’t expect me to look at you like that and not want to fuck your beautiful brains out.’
She smiled again, knowing exactly where this was going, and knowing she was powerless to stop it. Even though she should. She really, really should.
‘Okay,’ she whispered, holding his gaze. ‘Okay. Come and get it, biker boy.’
‘Jesus Christ,’ he whispered, taking off his cut and throwing it on to a nearby chair as he walked over to her. ‘What the fuck have I been missing?’
Lexi felt her stomach contract, her breath catching in her throat as he approached her. The anticipation was almost painful as years of pent up frustration bubbled over, spilling out of her in one long, loud scream as he yanked off her panties, lifting her up and pushing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing herself against him as he thrust into her, so hard it rocked her body right back, but she’d take it, the pain and the discomfort. She’d take it all, because it was Jesse. And he was reclaiming what had once been his. What should have always been his. But she’d ruined that. She’d ruined the future they could have had.
He was filling her up with a beautiful warmth, his strong arms holding her tight – her gentle giant. To feel this, his body merging with hers, to feel that again was like a shot of the most powerful drug, something she’d been denied for so long but now she was heading towards overdose, and she didn’t care. Because this wasn’t going to be anything lasting or permanent, it couldn’t be. And one day he’d understand why. They all would.
Burying her fingers in his hair she threw back her head as he gave one last thrust, his body stiffening as he got ready to explode inside her, and she clung on tighter as she felt him come. Felt a torrent of heat, a rush so strong tearing through her she couldn’t stop the cries from escaping, animalistic yells echoing around the room as his cries merged with hers. She pushed herself forward, grinding her body against his until she felt her own release begin its journey, flooding over her in one quick, hurried wave, engulfing her in a cocoon of hope and peace and calm she knew was temporary, but it felt so good.
She waited a few seconds, letting her breathing return to normal before she opened her eyes and looked at him, her fingers still buried in his hair, his body still inside hers. ‘What did we just do, Jesse Jackson?’
‘We just said hello, Lexi. That’s all. Lone Riders style.’
She couldn’t help smiling. And as his mouth closed in on hers, every memory of how his kiss made her feel came rushing forward at a rate that was breathtaking, like a metaphorical punch to the solar plexus. The familiar scratch of his beard against her skin, the smell of cigarettes mixed with beer and engine oil that was like the most beautiful of colognes. The movement of his lips against hers, the way his tongue pushed gently inside her mouth, exploring, dancing alongside hers in a way so at odds with the persona he liked to give off – the rough-edged biker with the shady past and a present she didn’t always like to think about. But to her, that’s what made him so hot. That’s what made him so dangerous. That’s what made him someone she should really leave alone.
‘Deena’s gone, baby. She’s gone,’
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