Page 28 of Broken Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #7)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Elizabeth

H e’s everything I’ve prayed for too, but there’s no way he prayed for me.

I wait for him at the table as he shuts things down for the night. He checks the lock on the door not once, not twice, but three times. Is this his normal routine?

When he pauses at the window, staring out into the darkness, I finally approach him, setting my hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

He laughs lightly. “Everything’s good.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head before taking my hand in his and leading us to the bedroom.

I don’t push him. Maybe seeing what I went through is making him extra cautious. Whatever it is, I appreciate it. I feel safe here.

It’s when Jacob closes the bedroom door that I remember our conversation. “I really think I’d have better luck sleeping downstairs.”

“I guess we could sleep down there. But then I wouldn’t have those.” He points to the bed, smiling at me innocently.

My gaze follows his finger. Two red silk scarves hang from the chrome bars of his headboard.

“I may have promised Jackson that I wouldn’t lock you in the room, but he never said anything about tying you up.”

Again, my body betrays me, showing him I’m at the very least intrigued. I don’t understand why it’s so hard for me to hide my emotions from him.

He lights a candle on the bedside table and then walks around me to shut the light off. When he presses himself against my backside, I suck in a quick breath.

“Shh. Nothing to be nervous about.”

Easy for him to say. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. He’s probably been with lots of women.

The thought makes my stomach hurt.

He marches us toward the bed at the same time lifting my shirt over my head. “Hands up,” he orders.

I raise them, but as soon as the cotton material slips over my fingertips, I drop my arms to cover myself. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me, but …

I know he has intentions of touching me this time.

When he drops to his knees behind me, my heart skips a beat. His mouth presses against the small of my back, and my eyes fall closed. His fingers curl around the waistband of my shorts. Wait. I guess they’re not mine, they’re his, but … oh …

As soon as the shorts fall to my ankles, his hands push against my back, making me fall forward. I brace my palms against the mattress, looking over my shoulder as soon as I’ve steadied myself.

“Jacob,” I rasp, my cheeks burning hot.

He looks at me over the apple of my ass as his tongue uncurls from his mouth. His face dips lower and … oh my god.

His tongue drags over me slowly, not stopping until he reaches my backdoor.

I start to pull away …

Jacob’s fingers dig into my hips, and he holds me still. “Let me make you feel good.”

He doesn’t give me time to argue.

Oh.

My god.

I’ve never …

I lose my balance, dropping my forearms to the mattress. He groans. “That’s it, baby. Get comfortable.”

After several minutes I begin to wonder if he knows what he’s doing. He keeps missing. Oh there, no, oh my god, just, right there, right there, no!!!

When he chuckles against my skin, I realize he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Jacob,” I pant.

He flips me onto my back. “I love the way you say my name like a prayer.”

I try to catch my breath as he towers over me.

“Scoot up.” He nods toward the headboard.

Slowly, he crawls over the top of me, still in his boxers, but they don’t leave a lot to the imagination. I swallow, glancing up at his hands as he secures one of my wrists then the other to the headboard.

“Your safe word is red.”

My heartbeat quickens, and I try to sit up. “Why do I need …”

He places his finger over my lips to shush me. “Because you’re going to scream for me to stop, that’s a guarantee, but you won’t really mean it, will you?”

I stare at him blankly. What does he mean?

When he lies beside me, his mouth begins to roam aimlessly over my body. My eyes fall closed. It feels so good.

It’s not until his leg wraps over mine spreading my thighs apart that I open my eyes, locking on him. There is something between us. I never thought it was possible, but I swear we can understand each other with just a look. When his palm settles between my legs, my hips lift from the mattress. His mouth pulls up at the corner, and it’s in this moment I know I’m in trouble.

“Jacob,” I moan as his fingers sink into me.

He doesn’t disappoint. He brings me to orgasm over and over again.

“Stop, please, Jacob, I can’t.” But I do, again and again.

His mouth is hot over my skin, his hands rough yet sure. He wrings pleasure from my body as if it’s the simplest thing in the world to do. I pull at my binds, so sensitive I think I might die if he touches me there again.

“Red, red,” I whisper.

Instantly his hands are removed from my body, but his lips descend on mine, and he kisses me gently … lovingly even.

My entire body is vibrating, but my eyelids are so heavy I can’t keep them open.

“Sleep. I’ll take care of you,” he whispers over my face, and I feel him reach up to untie my binds. He rubs my arms before settling them by my side.

I doze off and on as he cleans me up. He’s being so careful with me that I try my hardest to stay awake to witness it.

No one has ever treated me so tenderly.

I want it to last … I want it forever.