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ELEVEN

SHOTGUN

I like that it was you.

I don’t know what that means. Jade was happy with Irish. She didn’t want me. She didn’t yearn for me like I yearned for her. She’s drunk and confused. Her emotions are all over the place. And even if she wasn’t, she’s just saying that because I’m here. She’s scared to move on. I’m a safe bet. Like she said, we’ve seen each other at our lowest, and we’ve seen each other at our highest. There is a level of comfort between us.

“Forget I said that,” she mutters. “Actually, if you could forget this whole conversation that would be great. I’m getting my period, and I’m a horny mess when that happens. I don’t want things to be weird between us.” She stands, collecting the empty wine bottle. She walks it over to the recycling bin, her shorts still riding up her ass, and a sense of panic washes over me.

I don’t want her to go.

I don’t want to forget anything about this conversation.

She comes back to where I’m sitting, and reaches for the empty wine glass.

“I’ll leave the chips and guac out in case you get hungry.” She turns around, and steps between my legs. The urge to grip her hips and pull her onto my laps tugs at me. Lifting her free hand, she touches the side of my face. It’s such a small gesture, but it packs a powerful punch. “You know, Shotgun, it’s okay for you to move on too.” Her eyes leave mine and she glances at the fire pit before staring back at me, her thumb gently tracing my jaw. “He wouldn’t want you to be any more stuck than I am.” Her hand falls away from my face, and she offers me a small smile, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Something inside me snaps and a low, animalistic growl surges past my lips. She goes to step out from between my legs, but I lurch forward, grabbing the backs of her thighs. A soft gasp escapes her as she turns her head back to me, but before she can ask me what the fuck I’m doing, I pull her onto my lap. Her knees fold onto the chair, bracketing my thighs, and she sits back on her haunches, her eyes flickering as they search mine.

I know she’s waiting for me to say something, but everything I want to say to her right now is too fucking dangerous.

She places her hands flat against my chest and slowly inches forward until she’s close enough for me to smell the fruity remnants of wine on her breath. Then she angles her head, and I suck in a breath. Her soft lips touch mine, and everything in me ceases.

I don’t move a muscle.

I don’t kiss her back.

Hell, I don’t even think I breathe.

She blinks up at me, then goes in for another kiss, this one a little more firm. My hands move to their own accord, and I grip her hips, as her lips familiarize themselves with mine.

But I still don’t kiss her back, knowing the second I do—it’s over. I won’t be able to stop myself from exploring every inch of her.

“Kiss me,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Kiss me back, Shotgun.”

A groan sounds from the back of my throat, as my fingers dig into her hips. Her hips rock forward, and she grinds herself against my painfully hard cock. She moans softly, and the sound reverberates through me. She winds her arms around my neck, angling her head as her teeth nip at my lips. “Kiss me.”

I like to think of myself as a strong man. I can handle a lot of shit, and have, but I am no match for this. My hands fly up and I frame her face, pulling away from her only slightly so I can get a good look at her.

“I don’t want to be something you regret,” I rasp.

It would kill me.

“I could never regret you,” she whispers back.

For whatever reason, I let myself believe those words, and my mouth crushes over hers. My intention to be soft and explorative fails, and the kiss becomes carnal in an instant.

Dominant and demanding.

A battle of tongues and teeth.

I can’t get enough.

Her hands circle my wrists, and she tears her mouth from mine, licking her lips as she stares at me with a befuddled expression flashing across her pretty face. She lifts both my wrists, pressing her lips first to the scars that mark my right one, then does the same to the left. Totally enthralled by her, I swallow thickly. She lowers my hands, placing them directly over her tits, the thin silk of her camisole doing nothing to hide the way her nipples pebble against my palms.

She releases her hold on my wrists, bending her head to pull my lower lip between her teeth. “Touch me, Shotgun,” she mewls.

My hands close around her tits, squeezing them roughly. It’s not enough. Not for her and not for me. I pull back, my hands lowering to the hem of her camisole.

“Hands over your head,” I growl. Licking her swollen lips, she rocks her pussy over my cock seductively as she obliges, and I waste no time tearing the camisole over her head. I toss it onto the ground and lean back against the chair, my eyes dropping to her tits. For as many times as I’ve seen them, I’ve never had the ability to truly appreciate them.

I cup them, familiarizing myself with their weight, my thumbs stroking over her nipples, making them even harder. I pinch and twist them, enticing the sweetest noises from her. Then I inch forward and take one into my mouth.

I suck and bite, flicking my tongue over the erect bud.

Heaven.

Moving to her other breast, I apply the same attention. Jade’s fingers comb through my hair, and he holds the back of my head, her hips rocking faster. My cock throbs. My pulse races.

“That’s it, mama, take what you need. Rub that pussy all over my cock.” I growl, lapping at her nipple.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cries, her hips working wildly. I give her nipple one final suck before tearing my mouth away.

Cradling her tits, I press them together, my eyes snapping up to meet hers. “These tits are perfect. You’re perfect,” I say. “Do you hear me? Fucking perfect.”

She licks her lips but doesn’t say anything. She jumps keep a steady pace, dry humping the fuck out of me as she stares into my eyes.

“Say it,” I demand, squeezing her tits harder.

“They’re perfect,” she pants. “I’m perfect.”

“Good girl,” I praise, dropping my hands back to the armrests of the chair. I lean into her, capturing her lips with mine. My tongue pushes inside, swirling with hers. It’s a frantic kiss that I end too soon because I need more than just her mouth.

“Take your shorts off.”

It takes a second for my words to register before she scrambles off my lap. Standing between my spread legs, she watches as I undo my belt. Desire fills her eyes as she chews on her lips. Her eyes never leaving the spot where my cock strains to break free. I unzip my jeans but keep my cock in my pants. I just press the heel of my palm against the bulge, hoping it will provide the slightest bit of relief.

Her eyes flit up to mine, and I tip my chin toward.

“Come on, mama. Lose the shorts. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

She hesitates for about a second before she slides her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts, and slides them down her legs, kicking them away when they reach her ankles. My eyes trail up her legs, and I inhale a sharp breath when I reach the apex of her thighs.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers curling around the armrests. “Spread your legs.”

She obliges, revealing more of her pussy to me.

Bare, pink, and wet.

“Touch yourself.”

She cocks her head to the side, moving her fingers between her legs. I watch as she slides hers them between her smooth flesh, her thumb stroking back and forth over her clit.

“How’s it feel?” I lift my eyes to her face. That flush in her cheeks is back, and her lips are swollen. She parts them, panting softly.

“It’d feel better if it was your cock fucking me instead of my fingers.” Her eyes spring open, and lock with mine.

Yeah, it would. But that can’t happen.

“Come here.”

Her fingers continues to work between her legs as she steps forward. I pull her hand away, my fingers circling her wrist as she climbs back onto my lap, her legs spread wide, knees straddling my thighs. That pretty pussy positioned perfectly over my rock-hard cock. She sinks down, the wetness from her arousal soaking through my jeans as I lurch forward and suck her fingers into my mouth.

I knew she’d be sweet.

Didn’t know she’d taste like my favorite drug. A man could sustain solely on eating her pussy day in and day out. It’s that fucking good.

Her free hand moves between us, and she tries to pull my cock free, but I stop her, removing her fingers from my mouth. She’s about to object when I grip her hips and pull her down on my cock.

“I don’t have condoms with me, and I ain’t taking you bare.”

There are a million other reasons I can’t let it go that far, but I express none of them because deep down I know if I had a rubber, I’d already be pounding into her sweet cunt—consequences be damned.

“I don’t particularly care for condoms. I get a reaction from the latex.” She pushes her hair behind her ears, then winds her arms around my neck. “Are you clean?”

I never fuck without a condom, but I’m not taking any chances with her. It’s been a minute since I’ve gotten a test, and as much as I want to feel her pussy cum all over my cock, I ain’t risking her safety.

My fingers find her pussy, and I effectively shut her up by shoving two digits into her wet cunt. She’s warm and tight, a perfect fucking fit for my fingers, but my cock—if I ever allow it the pleasure of being buried inside her—will struggle to get all the way in.

Gonna need to work her up to it.

Soaked in her arousal, my fingers fuck her hard and fast, my thumb stroking her swollen clit. She writhes over me, her beautiful body coated in a sheen of sweat as she bounces up and down on my fingers. Her tits sway with the motion and I lean forward, capturing one of her dark nipples between my teeth.

For the first year of Killian’s life, I was tormented by these tits.

Now I get to enjoy them.

My other hand gathers the hair at the back of her head and I pull it hard, winding the silky strands around my wrist. Her nipple slips from my mouth and I lift my head, watching as she throws hers back, revealing the long column of her neck.

“Look at you, so fucking perfect,” I growl.

So fucking mine.

I press my open mouth to her throat, and without giving it a second thought, I mark her there. I suck hard, my teeth scraping at her smooth skin. Branding her in a way I shouldn’t.

Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and I can tell she’s close.

“You gonna cum for me, mama? Make a mess of my fingers?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Oh, God, yes.”

“Do it,” I growl, inching back so I can watch. “Cum for me, Jade. Been waiting my whole fucking life to watch.”

Her hooded eyes find mine, and she slams down, her pussy fluttering as she moans my name, and cums all over my fingers.

I watched another man fuck her.

Ingrained the image of her cumming to my brain.

But seeing her like this, knowing I’m the one responsible for making her feel so good, for putting that pink on her cheeks and the look of pleasure in her eyes, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

In the back of my head, I know I have crossed a line, one that very well can get me kicked out of the club I’ve dedicated my life to or even killed. But I don’t feel a lick of regret. I’ll willing die at the hands of my brothers, take every bit of torture they give, all while remembering the sight of her face, and the feel of her cunt wrapped tight around my fingers, and when my soul is dragged straight to hell, I’ll greet the Devil with a smile.

She falls limp against me, my fingers still wedged inside of her as she bends her head and kisses my neck. I untangle my hands from her hair, my fingers wandering down her bare back.

“I lied. You’re even more perfect now.” I rasp.

I thought it would be enough for her.

She came fucking hard.

But the second she caught her breath, she begged for my cock again. I was leaking, making a mess out of my jeans, and yet I still found the strength not to give into her.

In my twisted head, I’ve somehow convinced myself that I’m doing the right thing. But as I kneel before her, her legs spread wide, hanging off the arms of the Adirondack chair, I realize there is nothing right about me eating her cunt.

She drives her fingers through my hair, holding the back of my head as my tongue flattens against her clit.

“Fuck, just like that,” she pants. “It feels so good. You feel so good.”

I switch things up, sucking hard on her clit, my hands moving up her body to play with her tits. She bucks against my mouth, panting and moaning as I get her to the point of no return, and when she cums, her thighs clamp around my head and she cries out my name.

My fucking name.

I continue to lap at her slowly, torturing myself as I drag out her orgasm. When I’m sure I’ve wrung her dry of every drop, I lift my mouth from her pussy, licking my lips to savor the taste. I playfully tweak her nipples before releasing them too, then my gaze drops from her face, and I stare at the faint marks across her stomach.

How she can think of them as imperfections is beyond me. My fingers trace over the lines before my lips take the same path, pausing over her c-section scar. She inhales sharply, her hand still cradling the back of my head. I stare up at her, trying to ignore the soft look in her eyes because if I read too much into it, I’ll make things even more complicated for us.

“You are fucking perfect. Got it?”

“Got it,” she whispers.

I push up on my knees and take her mouth one more time before I tear myself away from her totally and stand. My hand slips down the front of my jeans, and I grip my cock. I haven’t cum in my pants since I was fifteen years old, but that changed tonight, and I’m still hard.

“Are you going to do something about that?” she asks.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What if I want to watch?”

I swipe some of the cum away from the tip and blow out a ragged breath. “Woman, you are killing me.”

She pulls her legs over the armrests, pressing her thighs together as she straightens her shoulders. That’s when I notice the abrasions my beard left all over her tits. I bet there are even some on the insides of her thighs.

“It’s only fair,” she says, pulling my attention back to her face. “If you’re not going to let me take care of you, then I should get to watch. You watched me.”

Yeah, I did.

“Take it out,” she murmurs. “Let me see what you like.”

I can’t bring myself to say no to her, not when she looks at me like that. So confident and sure of herself. I yank down my jeans and pull out my cock. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips, as I fuck my hand, squeezing and jerking my cock from root to tip, knowing I ain’t going to last long. The sight of her naked body displaying all my markings, the flush in her cheeks, and the way her eyes are glued to me, desire radiating from them is all the ammunition I need.

“I want you to cum on me,” she says in that sultry voice of hers. “I want it to drip off my tits and onto my stomach.”

“Fuck, Jade,” I growl, my movements becoming more frantic.

“Make a mess of me, Shotgun. Paint me like I’m yours.”

Those words break me, and I lose control. I stalk towards her, closing the distance between us as I strangle the fuck out of my cock. She leans back, displaying her body a canvas for me, and I roar. My cum shoots across her tits, spraying over her stomach. It even hits her neck. She smiles sheepishly, lifting her hands to her body, rubbing every drop into her skin.

I stumble backwards, my cock still pulsing in my hand as I take in the show. Then, when she’s done, she stands and winds her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth down to hers.

My free hand winds around her back, and I grab her ass, drawing her even closer, as my tongue invades her mouth. We kiss and we kiss until I finally let go of my dick, and bring both my hands to her face. I pull away slowly, touching my forehead to hers.

“You good?”

“Yeah, Shotgun, I’m good.”

I nod. “Go get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay.”

I drop my hands from her cheeks, and pull up my pants, tucking my spent cock into them. Jade grabs her pajamas from the ground but makes no move to put them back on as she struts toward the sliders.

Her head held high.

Shoulders straight.

Radiating confidence.

Seeing her like that makes breaking code worth it.

So fucking worth it.