Page 18 of Jaded Soul

“Jett! Yes, oh god…”

Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck as she pulls me down for a heated kiss. Rowan bites my bottom lip as I thrust into her, fucking her good and hard like she asked. I grindmy cock deep inside of her sweet cunt before pulling out and thrusting back in.

She sucks my tongue inside of her mouth and moans around me, jerking her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. My hands grip her ass tightly, helping her slide up and down my cock.

“Jett, you’re so deep like this. So good…”

I grunt in response, unable to say anything else. I’m so lost inside of her, words fail me. My spine tingles, my balls draw up tight, and I need her to get there with me.

As if sensing my impending orgasm, Rowan starts shaking, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, begging me to fuck her harder. Our bodies are in perfect sync as I piston in and out. She cries out, a desperate, aching sound escaping her throat. Or maybe that’s me, I can’t tell anymore.

We’re both grunting, fucking, kissing with wild abandon. My orgasm rips through me right as her pussy snaps. We’re coming together, screaming together, tensing and releasing together. It’s intense, primal, and so fucking perfect.

My legs give out as the last of my cum shoots inside of her. Gently, I guide us to the floor of the shower, feeling our combined juices dribble out of Rowan’s pussy. It makes me leak more cum inside of her, knowing I filled her up to the brim. Some part of my brain takes note that we haven’t used a condom once, but I can’t seem to give a fuck.

Leaning up against the shower wall, I hug Rowan into my chest. She buries her head in my neck, her body completely limp and sated.

“You okay, beautiful?”

She nods. “So good.” It comes out as a sigh, making me smile.

“Me too, angel. Me too.”

We sit like that till the water runs cold, and then I help her out of the shower and dry us off.

Back in the room, Rowan starts getting dressed, but I loop my arms around her waist, her back to my front. She giggles and leans into me.

“You’re so fucking perfect, beautiful,” I tell her as I kiss her temple.

“Mmm, you’re not so bad yourself,” she teases.

I spin her around and cup her face, drawing her in for a deep and passionate kiss. When we break apart, I rest my forehead on hers and breathe her in.

With Rowan wrapped up in my arms, her head tucked under my chin, and her heart beating in time with mine, I know for a fact she’s it for me. She’s my forever. My wife. The future mother of my children.

The rush of emotions is so intense I almost feel like crying. I don’t, of course, but Rowan must sense the shift deep in my soul. She clings to me and turns her head to the side so she can press a sweet kiss to my neck.

Before we get our happily ever after, however, we have a few loose ends to tie up. Namely, her father and the fuckers chasing after her.

“Will you come to the clubhouse with me and tell the guys everything you told me about your dad?”

Rowan stills in my arms, her muscles tense to the point of shaking. “I… I don’t want to put anyone in danger,” she whispers.

“We’ve had run-ins with these bastards before,” I tell her. “Long story short, Deviant Souls used to be run by a psychopath who got us all mixed up in his drug addiction and wanted to take everyone down with him. We split off from the former Prez and have been rebuilding the club as well as the clubhouse - quite literally - ever since. We found out a few weeks ago that the ex-members joined a new club. I’ll give you one guess as to which one.”

“Hell’s Scoundrels?” she breathes out. I nod. “Oh no,” comes her whispered response. “And I drew more of them right back here.”

“Hey now,” I say gently, leaning back slightly so I can meet her gaze. “None of this is your fault. I know you don’t believe me right now, but I’ll keep reminding you every day. Weak men like your father chase after real power they know they’ll never have, but they’ll settle for manipulation and control over the people in their lives. That’s his fault, not yours. You did nothing to deserve this.

“Neither did you,” she protests.

"This is the life I chose. This is the club I'm loyal to. We want Hell's Scoundrels out of our town whether you're involved or not. I promise you're not forcing us into a battle we weren't already fighting. But, for the record, my brothers and I would absolutely go to war to keep you safe regardless of our own personal interests."

My girl sighs heavily and relaxes into my embrace. “Thank you,” she murmurs before burying her face into the side of my neck. I continue to hold her, swaying my precious woman back and forth.

“So,” I start. “Will you come to the clubhouse with me?”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I wonder if she’s going to refuse. Then, Rowan nods, though she wraps her arms around me, clinging to me like this is the last time we’ll hold each other.

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