Page 9 of Marked by the Protective Biker (Heat & Ink)

FELON

I turn her until the backs of her knees are against the bed, and then I gently lay her onto it. Everything inside me is screaming to take her, here and now. There’s nothing I want more than to make her mine, but she’s different. I know I should take it slow for her.

I’m hovering over her, looking down into her beautiful eyes. She looks happy, but I have to ask. “You okay?”

She nods, and I kiss down her body.

She moans, whimpers, and jerks as my lips touch her skin.

As I kiss her belly, she jerks her head up. “Jack… what are you…”

I kiss her mound and press an arm over her hips to hold her down. I raise my head to look at her. “Honey, I’ve dreamt of having you since the first day I met you. If you’re giving yourself to me, I want all of you.”

“But…” she starts. “You don’t have to, you know, I mean…”

I kiss her soft belly. “I want to. Let me, Emily, please?”

She gives me a nod, and I don’t hesitate.

I remove her panties and then dive back between her thighs.

I swipe my tongue along her slick core, and her hips buck.

She moans as I circle her clit with my tongue.

I’m relentless, and as her orgasm hits, her body locks up.

She tenses around me, but I don’t stop until she’s riding the wave of her explosion.

I kiss back up her body and she smiles at me, satisfied.

Her legs widen, allowing my body to fit between her thighs. My cock is throbbing, wanting to be inside her, but I hold myself back. “Emily, last chance.”

She looks at me under hooded eyes. “Quit asking me if I’m sure or if I want this.” She pulls me onto her until my weight is heavy on her. “I want you, Jack Felon.”

I brush her hair off her face. I want this more than anything, and there are parts of me that wish it could be more than one night, but I can’t do that to her. I won’t.

“I’m clean,” I tell her.

She nods. “Me too. And I’m on the pill.”

Jealousy rages inside me, but she squashes it with her confession. “I have irregular periods, and my doctor put me on it.”

I feel as if I’m holding my breath. “I want to be inside you… bare.”

She slides her hand down my stomach, and when she wraps it around my girth, she kisses me until we’re both breathless. “I want you inside me, Jack.”

I wrap my hand around my girth and position it at her core. She wraps her legs around me, and slowly I enter her.

She has me in a vise, and when she clenches on to me, I reach between us to stroke my finger over her swollen clit.

She opens for me, taking me deeper, and when I’m bottomed out, I have to suck in a breath and hold it to stop from shooting my seed deep inside her.

I let out a strangled breath. She’s looking up at me, and I see the love shining from her eyes. I should feel guilty, but I don’t. I let her love roll through me until I’m unable to hold back. I pull out and then thrust back inside her. Over and over, I take her.

Her eyes are closed, and I slow my pace. “Emily.”

Her big green orbs open, and she stares up at me. “Jack… don’t stop.”

I slowly lower myself into her. “Eyes on me, Em. I need you to look at me when I’m inside you. I need you to know that it’s me you’re with.”

Her smile fills her whole face. “Oh, I know exactly who I’m with, Jack Felon.”

As I pummel my hips, our eyes locked on each other, it feels hotter and more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.

I grunt as I try to hold back. I don’t want this to be over. I want it to last, but every muscle is pulled tight, and I’m barely able to hold on.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her.

She plants her feet on the bed and lifts her hips to meet me. Every move is erratic, and I pump into her over and over until we’re both coming, and it feels like my body is shattering and then coming back together.

Emily is panting, and I pull out and then lie down on the bed next to her. In the past, I would already have my pants on and be halfway out the door, but with her, I’m looking for reasons to stay.

She turns and lies on her side to look at me. “Jack.”

I reach over and push the hair off her face, and because I can’t help myself, I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Yeah, honey?”

She smiles at me as she stretches, and I can’t take my eyes off her. “That was worth the wait.”

“The wait?”

She nods. “Yeah, because I wanted you the first time I saw you too. I wanted you when I shouldn’t have and it broke all the rules.”

She leans toward me, pressing her bare breasts to my chest. “It’s not breaking any rules anymore.”

I don’t want to burst her bubble, but this feels forbidden. Even though she is everything I could ever want, I know it’s not right.

I hold her to me and lay my head down on the pillow. She snuggles into me, and I soak it in, trying to commit it all to memory.

We lie here for a while, and when her breathing starts to level out, I ask her quietly, “So why the self-defense classes?”

She tenses instantly, and I know there’s something she’s not telling me. “Emily.”

She presses her head against my chest. “It’s nothing.”

I put a hand on her chin and tip her head up to look at me. “Emily, don’t lie to me. Something happened.”

She rolls her eyes and blows out a breath. “It’s not a big deal.”

I can feel the anger rolling through me. One day. I’ve been out of the prison for a little over twenty-four hours, and already something has happened. “What. Happened?”

She sits up, pulling out of my arms and wrapping the sheet around her. “Hey, don’t do this.”

I climb out of bed and pace back and forth in her tiny bedroom. My head fills with thoughts. All the what ifs and should haves come to the forefront. I turn to her. “Stand up.”

My voice is filled with anger, and I hold my hand out to her, softening my tone. “Emily, baby, I’m not mad at you. Stand up… please?”

She smiles and shakes her head. “I don’t have any clothes on.”

I lean over and kiss her softly. I’m not sure where this side of me is coming from. I’ve never done anything softly, but the thought of spooking her makes me nuts. I reach for my shirt and pull it over her body and then put my underwear back on. “There. Now stand up.”

She does as I ask and stands up next to me, tugging on the hem of the too big shirt. My voice cracks with emotion. “You look good wearing my shirt.”

She preens up at me and I grab both her wrists firmly, getting down to business. “Now, one thing to remember is that even if you’re smaller and weaker than your opponent, you can get out of any hold.”

She blinks up at me. “Wait. What? You’re giving me a self-defense lesson… now?”

I release one wrist and cup her chin. “Yes. I need to know you’re safe, Emily.”

She must hear the sincerity in my voice because she nods her head and pulls her shoulders back. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I go through the movements. I show her different holds and how to break them. We work for over an hour, and by the time she’s proven to me that she can do it, we’re both huffing and puffing. I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull her onto my lap. She struggles. “I’m all sweaty.”

I nuzzle my chin against her neck. “I like you sweaty.”

She finally leans into me, and I turn her so she’s straddling my lap. I’m holding on to her, not ready to leave but knowing I should. “Do you trust me, Em?”

I may not be looking at her, but I’m sure she’s rolling her eyes. “Yes, I trust you.”

I pull back to search her face. “Then tell me what happened today.”

She bites onto her lower lip. “It was nothing. It’s some new guy. It was after a group session, but nothing happened. One of your guys came in and stopped it. I’m fine.”

My blood starts to boil, and Emily tightens her arms around me. “I’ve already decided I’m going to talk to the warden about increasing security. I’m fine.” She takes my hand and puts it over her heart. “I’m fine, Jack. I promise.”

All I see is red. I know she’s fine. She’s right here in my arms, and I know she’s okay, but just knowing that someone thought they had the right to touch her makes me crazy. “I need to go.”

She jerks back. “Go? Where are you going? Jack?—”

I slam my lips to hers. I may not be able to say it, but hopefully the kiss will tell her everything I’m feeling. When I pull away, I look into her eyes. “I need to go.”

She opens her mouth and closes it.

I kiss her again and then pull back. “I’m sorry… I gotta go.”

I kiss her again, fighting the urge to tell her I love her. Then I grab my clothes and walk out of her bedroom. By the time I get to the front door, I pick up my cut and put it on.

“Jack,” Emily calls.

I turn to look at her, and she’s standing at the edge of her living room with wide eyes. She’s tugging at the shirt she’s wearing. “Your shirt.”

I look at her from head to toe, devouring the sight of her. “Keep it.”

I open the door, giving her a pointed look. “Lock this,” I tell her and then walk out.

As I walk down the porch, I open my phone and start dialing. I may not have a future with Emily, but I’m still going to protect her.