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Reagan

Legacy .

His road name hums between us. And while I never use that name for him, right now, it has the desired effect. Because what I want in this moment isn’t just Jesse King, the man. I want the biker with a lethal gaze and blood on his hands. I want to feel what it’s like to fully let go when I’ve always been so responsible.

I want him to see me like this—confident and vulnerable just for him. He gives me the courage to do it. To claim what I want without apology, fueled by this look in his eyes that begs for me to come apart.

The seams of my carefully crafted mask fray, and I want to shed what’s always held me back.

There’s something about this man. This land. It breeds wild abandon and excitement. Under the stars, in the back of Jesse’s truck, the limited parts of the universe are suddenly infinite .

I’m falling into him. Breaking my rules. Knowing he’s one bad decision followed by another, promising worse if I lose all my inhibitions.

I’ve seen the truth for myself—at his club and in his heart.

Tasted it on his lips—heartbreak and longing.

Throwing caution to the wind, I submit anyway.

Jesse dips down to claim me in a kiss. His hand wraps my throat as his thumb teases my chin, angling me so he can take me deeper. The taste of whiskey mixed with mint sweeps my senses, and I’m drifting away.

My fingers roam over his shoulders. Down his chest. They slip beneath his cut, down to his hips. And that slight graze of his hard, bare muscle when his shirt tugs up makes my thighs clench. He’s all hard lines while I’m curves, and I hope he doesn’t mind that this past year, I’ve been nicer to myself. Allowing me the freedom to live how I want. To eat what I want. To chase what feels good.

I’ve been indulging—and Jesse is one more example of it.

Dragging my fingers to the front of his jeans, I barely reach the button before he stops me.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He grabs both my wrists in one of his hands and shoves them overhead, pinning them to the bed of the truck above me.

The way he handles me like I’m not the least bit breakable is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

Jesse kisses a path down my chest. All tongue and teeth like he wants to devour me. His feet are still firmly planted on the ground, giving him leverage, while I’m at his mercy, pinned to the truck bed. My legs lock around his hips, desperate for contact when my hands can’t roam into his thick hair like I want them to.

And when he reaches my belly button, I lose all common sense. I’m wiggling.

Begging.

His tongue circles before he continues lower until he has no choice but to release my wrists so he can grab my thighs and tug my ass to the edge of the bed. His calloused palms hold my knees wider.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He stands to his full height, towering over me. With one hand he bunches my dress at my waist, fixing his gaze on my core. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

I am.

I’m a needy mess. Toes curling, back arching as he presses his thumb to the wet spot on the lace.

He’s teasing me again. Wicked amusement plays in his eyes, like he’s trying to decide whether he’s going to devour me whole or push me away.

I don’t give him the choice. I grab his wrists and anchor his hands where I need him. “Are you going to play with me, or are you going to fuck me, Jesse? I thought bikers were all about action. But if that’s your mafia friends, then—”

He slides two fingers past my underwear and shoves them knuckle-deep inside me, cutting me off. His face lowers to mine as he rolls his thumb up over my clit, stealing my breath .

“What was that you were saying, Reagan?” He sinks his teeth into my lower lip, tugging. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. But I want to see you squirm first.”

His fingers curl, and my body buckles. Responding to every flutter of his thumb rocking back and forth. Every rough thrust of his hand marking somewhere I didn’t know existed in my center.

I’ve never been handled like Jesse handles me. One hand tightens around my throat while the other slides in even strokes. Guiding me to the precipice where my vision darkens. His tongue slips into my mouth, so I feel him everywhere.

“You’re a good girl.” He drags his tongue over my lower lip, simultaneously striking the bundle of nerves that makes it so I can’t think anymore. “You’re everything pretty and perfect and sweet. Just like they wanted you. Aren’t you, Reagan?”

I nod as much as I can with how he’s gripping my neck.

“It’s stunning. But do you know what will be even more beautiful?” He shoves a third finger deep, and I lose my breath. “Fucking you up. Covering you in cum. Marking you with my teeth, my fingers, my cock. I’m going to fucking defile you, sweetheart. Until all you see in the mirror is what I’ve done to you. And you’re going to beg me for it.”

“Please.” I choke on the word as his fingers grip my throat tighter.

But it doesn’t scare me; all I want is more.

More of this.

More of him .

“Please, Legacy. Ruin me.”

I mean it. I want him to shred that last fiber holding me back. I want him to show me what it’s like to wander in his world.

A dark smile tilts the corner of his lips as he slips his fingers out.

I immediately miss him, desperate for him to fill me in the way only he seems to be able to. And Jesse must notice as he works his belt, not taking his eyes off me.

“Say it again.” He lines himself up, applying pressure with his cock.

“Please fuck me, Legacy.”

“It feels so good hearing you beg for me like that.” He hums, stroking his cock through my slick core. “Feeling your cunt drip on my cock, desperate for me to fill you. I tried to get you to leave, Reagan. You have no idea the things I want to do to you. But you just don’t fucking listen, do you?”

I shake my head as much as I can. “No.”

“No, you don’t. And now you’re spreading your knees, soaking me, asking me to fuck you like you’ll be able to handle it.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

His eyes narrow, a hint of sheer irritation at my comment.

“Good to know.” He leans down again, grazing his lips over my jaw. “But that’s not what I was referring to, sweetheart.”

Jesse shoves his hips forward, kicking the air from my lungs. His hips meet my core, and I’m so full I’m out of breath. My hands fly to his cut, and I hold on for dear life. My thighs grip his hips as he settles deep inside me.

Filling me to my limits. Stroking me with every bare inch of him.

“You’re not wearing a condom.” My eyes widen, locking on his as he hovers over me.

“Like I said.” He licks the line of my lower lip. “You can’t handle the things I want to do you. You shouldn’t have begged for this.”

There’s no guilt. No hesitation.

He warned me, and I asked him for it.

And even now, his cock hard and deep in my core, I don’t want him to pull out. I don’t want to think about the consequences.

Jesse’s mouth meets mine as he starts to fuck me. Slow, hard strokes that get faster and more intense. He releases my throat and peels my dress down in the front, revealing my breasts so he can massage them, sucking one nipple into his mouth and then the other.

“These tits are what wet dreams are made of.” He sucks my nipple harder, fucking me deep at the same time.

“Jesse—” I dig my fingers into his thick hair.

“You make me fucking reckless, Reagan.” He stands tall, gripping my thighs like he’s trying to fuck me into oblivion. “You make me lose all good sense. Taking me bare, letting me make this mess. Fuck. I want to fill you up.”

He grabs my wrists and holds them at my sides. My breasts bounce with every thrust as he pulls me to him. Endless, hard thrusts light me deep inside. A spark slowly blossoms and spreads. Fire in the night. A sun on the horizon. It’s a sliver of light, and then it’s bursting.

My climax rocks through me, and I’m screaming his name. But he doesn’t relent. If anything, he tugs my body to him as he fucks me harder.

This is incredibly reckless. Even spending all this time with him, I don’t know everything there is to know. I’m letting him take me with nothing between us, but I don’t fight it.

I want it.

My climax shakes through me as I blink him back into focus. A thousand stars hang in the dark sky behind him. Hope in an obsidian night. Wishes I’m terrified to ask for clinging on my lips. But I know we can never be more than this.

“Fuck you feel good.” He grunts, chasing his own release.

His words are a compliment, but he sounds irritated by it as his thrusts get uneven. His eyes work as he wrestles with something.

“Damn it.” He pulls out, stepping back. “Get on your knees.”

I slide down into the dirt—sand and twigs digging into my skin as I kneel before him.

I’ve never done anything like this. Never fucked outside, in the open. Never let a man defile me in the dirt.

And no one has ever looked at me like Jesse does when he grabs the back of my hair and angles my head back, stroking himself as he paints my lips with his wet cock .

“If I can’t fill your pussy, then I’ll fill your throat.” He teases my lips with the tip. “Either way, you’re taking me, sweetheart. Maybe then you’ll stop running this pretty mouth and tempting me with it. Open.” He hooks his thumb over my teeth and peels my mouth open.

He’s trying to scare me away again. His words are a challenge, and even I don’t doubt he wants to do just that. He hesitates long enough to give me the chance to turn him down if I’m not comfortable.

Except, I want to taste him. To have him. I reach up and wrap my hand around the base of his cock as I glide my tongue over the tip. Teasing him as I stroke and suck the head of him into my mouth.

“I didn’t say play with it.” His grip on my hair tightens. “I said I’m going to fill your throat.”

At that, he shoves his hips forward, forcing me to take him deeper. Any gentleness is gone as his dick plunges deep. He holds for a moment, and I gag.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He pulls back, running his thumbs under my eyes, collecting the tears. “I know you can take more than that.”

Next time he tries to back out, I grab the back of his thighs, stopping him. Determined to prove I can take everything he offers.

Tears spill from my eyes as I drool around his cock, but I hold him deep, pushing my throat to the limits with a swallow.

“Holy shit.” He grabs the truck as his knees buckle.

I caught him off guard, and I love it .

It’s incentive to do it again, and this time, I hold for a second longer. The taste of us mixes in my mouth, and I’m delirious as I suck his cock with everything I have. Enjoying this control I have over him.

Switching between deep strokes and swirls of my tongue over the head, I toy with what gets a reaction out of him. And when his eyes roll back, I squeeze his balls and take him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck.” His thrusts pick up, and he fucks my face so hard I can barely suck until that first warm rope of cum coats my tongue.

He rocks his hips forward, and I take him, swallowing him down—his eyes focused on me the entire time. Until his release drips down my throat and chin as he slowly pulls out.

“You missed some.” His eyes darken, dropping to the cum still dripping from his cock. “Lick.”

I lean forward, opening my mouth, slowly dragging my tongue up his length. Every time he pushes, I will meet him there. Anything he wants to do; I’ll beg him to do it harder.

Gripping his thighs, I stroke my tongue to the tip, licking up every drop. I’m the one kneeling, but he’s the one at my mercy when I swallow.

His gaze of appreciation sets my chest on fire as I lean back.

“Better?” I drag my tongue over my lower lip, smirking up at him.

Jesse reaches for my chin, squatting to dip his mouth to mine. He lands a brutal kiss on my lips, shoving his tongue deep so he can taste me—taste us. And when he pulls away, he’s grinning.

“Much better.” He drags his thumb roughly over my lower lip. “I like it when you listen, Reagan. I think I’ll have to put you on your knees more often.”

The desire in his gaze is palpable.

Intoxicating.

My core is already humming for more when a phone starts to ring, cutting through the night.

“Fuck.” He steps back, tugging at his jeans.

Jesse breaks our gaze, and I feel the physical loss of it as I kneel in the dirt with my dress at my waist and my breasts hanging out the top.

The phone rings again, and I realize it’s Jesse’s as he zips his pants and reaches into his pocket.

“What’s up?” His voice is raspy as he answers, dragging me back to reality.

The dirt is cold and rough as a pebble cuts into my knee. I grab the truck and pull myself to standing, adjusting my dress up and down so it’s covering me.

Jesse has turned his back to me, and the magic from a moment ago slips further away by the second as I fix myself and brush my hair back with my fingers.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he grumbles at whoever is on the phone. “Yeah, I’m good. Tell Ghost I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

When he turns to face me, all the lust has drained from his eyes. His jaw is tense, and his shoulders are tight.

“Steel needs me for something. I’ll drive you back to the house.”

I nod, my throat raw from screaming and swallowing his cock. A painful reminder of how I’m still feeling him everywhere while he already seems unaffected.

Jesse walks silently to the passenger door, propping it open and waiting for me to get in. He gathers the blanket, and we head back the way we came. But this time, the night seems darker. The desert emptier.

And the drive is quiet the whole way to the neighborhood.