Page 14 of Jaded Soul

I place a kiss over her mound, part her lips with my thumbs once again, and take my first taste. I flatten my tongue and slowly lick up her slit, taking time to cover every inch I can before swirling the tip of my tongue over her clit.

Rowan jerks and cries out, clawing at the sheets while I suck on her little bundle of nerves. I’m relentless in my pursuit of her orgasm, calling it forth and bringing it right to the surface before backing off.

“What? Why did you stop?” she pants. Rowan fists my hair and tries to shove me back down, which makes me grin.

“Feel good?” I smirk, licking her cream off of my lips.

“You know it does,” she says exasperatedly.

I lean up and kiss her briefly, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans and slides her hand down my back digging her nails into my skin. I growl and deepen our kiss, slipping my hand in between us to circle her clit with my fingers while I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

Rowan gasps and moans into my mouth as I build her back up, but I don’t let her come up for air. Each time she pulls away from me, I follow her, locking my lips on hers and drawing her into another kiss.

I rub a gentle circle over her entrance, groaning when I feel her little hole pulse for me. Slowly, I push the tip of my finger inside, both of us gasping at how fuckingtightshe is.

“Jesus,” I mutter, working my way inside of her with gentle thrusts of my finger while keeping her clit stimulated with my thumb.

“Jett, Jett, oh god, I’ve never…”

Her innocence snaps the last thread of control I had. I thrust my finger inside of her in quick, brutal bursts and press my thumb down on her bundle of nerves. She whimpers as I fingerfuck her hard and fast.

“I know, angel. Take it all. That’s it. So beautiful for me.”

I curl my finger up and tap that secret spot. Her breath catches in her throat and her back bows off the mattress. I kiss her neck and then sink my teeth into her flesh right as she falls apart for me.

Rowan yelps and grunts out her orgasm, her guttural sounds making me ache with need for her. I drop down between her legs once again, lapping up her release as it pours out of her. She twists, trying to get away from me as her pleasure overwhelmsher, but I grip her hips and keep devouring her, just like I promised I would.

Incredibly, her legs snap around my head and begin shaking uncontrollably. I know she's about to come again and fuck, it might just send me over the edge, too.

I double my efforts, licking and sucking her folds even as she continues to thrash and cry out from her first orgasm. I grind my hips against the bed seeking some sort of relief for my dick. Her whimpers turn to cries, which give way to an earth-shattering scream.

My angel thrusts her pussy into my face as she squirts all over me. I suck her juices down and growl into her convulsing cunt as I hump the damn mattress for some relief. It feels like we’ve been here in this moment of ecstasy for so damn long, and yet it’s over too soon. I know I’ll never get enough of her.

Rowan drops back down onto the bed as a sleepy smile spreads across her flushed face. I give her pussy one last kiss before settling in next to her and draping my woman over my chest. I know we need to clean up eventually, but right now, we need this. She snuggles into my chest as I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.

I have to stop by the clubhouse at some point today, but I don’t want to leave Rowan. I don’t want to leave this bed. When her soft snores reach my ears, I smile and settle in for a little nap. The rest of the world can wait for now.

8

ROWAN

Jett left a few hours ago for the clubhouse. After a nice mid-morning nap, he said he had some club business to take care of and then showed me how to work his TV. I’ve had one show or another playing in the background, but truthfully, I’m caught up thinking about everything that’s happened recently.

Even though I’ve been staying with Jett for a few days now, we haven’t talked much about the incident at the diner. Part of me is grateful that he’s given me space to process, but it’s only pushing off the inevitable conversation.

I’ve already told Jett about my father’s abuse, I just haven’t found the courage to connect the dots between my dad, Hell’s Scoundrels, and me. My brain is screaming at me to take this opportunity to run. I could be on a bus to Chicago in just a few hours. That’s the smart choice. It’s what I should do. It’s what I’vebeendoing for months now.

But my heart…

My heart wants to believe the fantasy. My heart wants me to stay here with Jett and see if he really can protect me from the evil people chasing after me.

Before I can spin myself into another argument in my head, the front door opens, revealing the sexiest, kindest, most thoughtful man in the world. I scan his body, unable to help myself. He's just so… beautiful. It's not fair. It makes no sense for him to want someone as chubby and inexperienced as I am. Yet when those green eyes meet mine, there's no doubt he likes what he sees.

“There’s that look again,” he grunts as he prowls toward me. I straighten up from my position on the couch, biting my bottom lip to suppress a moan. “Dangerous look,” he rasps, leaning over me and resting his hands on the back of the couch. He’s caging me in, surrounding me with his strength and desire. God, his need is palpable. I need it, too.

“I’m feeling risky,” I say in what I hope is a sexy voice. It must work, because his eyes flash with unbridled lust.

“Careful,” he warns, his lips tickling the shell of my ear. “I’m only so strong, Rowan. You’re so beautiful, so fuckin’ sexy…”

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