Page 37 of Broken Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #7)

Chapter Thirty-Six

Jacob

I have to be patient.

Patience.

I’ve sat here for at least 24 hours.

Patience.

Patience.

I know why she tried to run. She saw me with Lily’s new friend from town. I can’t even remember her name. But that doesn’t matter. It hurt my woman. I hate that. It caught me so off guard. Women don’t approach me much. I mean, I didn’t do anything wrong. Did I? I was just being polite.

My mind reverses the roles, picturing her talking to another man. Her laughing at one of his dumb jokes.

He’d be dead.

Okay, so I need to apologize. I can do that.

Fuck patience. I can admit when I’m wrong.

“I’m sorry,” we both say at exactly the same time.

It’s silent for a few moments. I should lead here.

“I’m sorry, Elizabeth. That woman was a friend of Lily’s. She invited her to the run to meet me, but that was before she found you in my basement. I told her right away that I had just started a new relationship. With that said, I understand how it might have hurt you to see me with her.”

She remains quiet.

“Did it hurt you?” I ask.

“Yes, but not for the reason you’re thinking. I understand you have female friends, Jacob.”

“Then what happened?”

“When I had my baby, I had complications.” She pauses for a moment. “Technically I died.” Her chuckle rips my heart out. “That would have been so much easier,” she admits quietly.

“Elizabeth,” I say as the air is pushed from my lungs.

“I can’t have children, Jacob.”

“Elizabeth, I don’t want children.”

I hear her move away from the wall. “I knew you were going to say that. That’s why I was leaving.”

Oh fuck no. We aren’t doing this shit. I hop up and unlock the door.

As soon as it opens, she shuffles to the far corner of the bed. I kick the door shut with the bottom of my boot, engulfing us in darkness.

“Go away, Jacob.”

I slowly move around the room. “Are you calling me a liar?”

“That’s not what I said,” her voice quivers as she shifts positions, trying to predict my next move.

When my knees press into the mattress, she tries to slide past me, but I grab her around the ankle and pull her close to me. Her ass comes to a rest against my legs. I grab her other foot and bend her like a pretzel beneath me. “Then you believe me.”

“Jacob,” she begins to fight. “You would make a good father.”

“I. Don’t. Want. Kids,” I say, rubbing myself against her. “Goddammit, this means I can fuck you bare.”

She lets out a little whimper, and her hands pull me closer instead of pushing me away.

My mouth finds hers in the darkness. “I’ll never let you go,” I tell her over and over again as I kiss her. I make her swallow every word, shoving them down her throat with my tongue.

“Oh god,” she gasps when my hand slides between us, and I begin to rub against the seam of her pants.

“You were such a bad girl,” I groan into her mouth. When she bites my lip, I laugh. “Admit it.”

I sit up when she doesn’t. “Take your clothes off.”

She slides out from under me, and I smile when I hear her shoes fall to the floor. I rise from the bed and slowly undress myself.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember it the next time you listen to that crazy voice inside your head instead of me.”

“She’s so loud,” she whispers. Her nails rake over my chest as she reaches for me.

I let them trail across my skin.

Her fingers lock around what they were searching for. It makes me grunt, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of my reaction. I grab the back of her head and shove myself down her throat. She gags, but I keep going.

“That’s it. Take all of me. Let me shut that little bitch up who lives inside your head.”

When her nails claw into my thighs, I let her off. “Lay on your back,” I order.

She instantly obeys.

I don’t give her much time to adjust to her head hanging off the bed before I’m shoving my cock right back down her throat.

“I’ll never lie to you,” I tell her while pumping my dick in and out of her mouth.

The crude sounds coming from between her lips is enough to make me come. She’s lapping up every drop without me having to say anything.

“Fuck, Elizabeth.” I pull away from her and quickly flip her to all fours. As soon as my foot rests on the bed, I’m slamming my cock deep inside her. She cries out.

“Is she still talking to you?” I ask as I hold myself as deep as I can.

“No. I only hear you. You consume me, Jacob.”

“That’s right, baby,” I praise. My dick pulses inside her, happy as a fucking lark.

Me too boy. Me too.

She whimpers when I reach around, pressing my fingertips against her clit firmly. I begin to rock my hips.

When she falls to her forearms, my dick slides in even farther. We both groan in unison. “Fuck, your body is made for mine.”

We fuck hard … and when we’re done … we make love softly, well into the night.