Page 29 of The Wrangler

Keely’s voice broke through his thoughts, soft but strong. “Then let’s finish this.”

Jesse turned toward her, taking in the fire in her eyes and the cold steel in her voice. If he’d ever doubted it, he knew for certain that she was her brother’s sister. He’d heard the same tone of voice from her brother more than once over the years.

He’d always known she was fearless, and God help him, he had never wanted her more.

They’d moved from the office to the club. The Iron Spur was in a fortified building at the edge of town and it, too, boasted bulletproof glass as well as other security measures. It wasn’t open for business for the next few days, and they all figured they’d be safer and more comfortable holed up there than in the office. In addition, there was less chance of collateral damage.

Jesse stood in the doorway of one of the privacy rooms, watching Keely as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window like she could see what was coming. He knew that feeling. The quiet before the storm—the way the air thickened before a fight, before someone spilled blood, before the battle truly began.

Keely didn’t turn when she spoke. “Do you think we’re going to make it out of this alive?”

Jesse stepped inside, his boots solid against the wooden floor. “No doubt. We don’t lose.”

She let out a soft breath, not quite a laugh, not quite disbelief. “That so?”

Jesse moved behind her, sliding his hands over her shoulders, feeling the tension coiled tight in her muscles.

“We end this,” he murmured against her ear. “And then we figure out what comes next.”

She turned then, looking up at him, her gaze searching. Jesse knew what she saw—a man who was barely holding it together, a man who wanted her so damn badly it was tearing him apart.

Her fingers curled into his shirt. “What if this is our last night?”

Something inside him snapped. Jesse grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off the bed and into his arms, his mouthcrashing against hers in a kiss that wasn’t just desperate—it was claiming. He moved back to the door and kicked it closed behind him, grateful that Keely reached down to engage the lock.

Keely moaned into his mouth, her body molding perfectly against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he carried her back to the bed. He laid her down slowly, his weight pressing into her, his hands trailing fire over her skin.

She arched into him, her breath ragged, pleading.

“Jesse...”

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “I’ve got you.”

Her breath caught, her body shivering beneath him. He needed this. He needed to feel her surrender, needed to show her exactly what she meant to him. His fingers slid down her sides, slow, measured, deliberate.

Keely gasped, her back arching as he took his time, his hands mapping every inch of her, his mouth leaving a trail of fire down her body. She was his.

And tonight, he was going to make sure she knew it.

With a low growl, Jesse claimed her mouth in a kiss that was both punishing and passionate. His tongue demanded entry, exploring every inch of her mouth as if it were a territory to conquer. Keely moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, encouraging his aggressive display of desire.

Jesse's hands roamed over her body, her clothing doing little to hide the evidence of her arousal. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Keely arched her back, offering herself to him, her lithe body trembling with need.

With a swift motion, Jesse tore at her clothing, stripping her naked and baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. He bent his head, taking a taut peak into his mouth, suckling and biting gently until Keely was writhing beneath him. His hands traveledlower, skimming the moist heat between her thighs, making her hips buck against his touch.

"Please, Jesse," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me."

He growled in response, his fingers delving into her wetness, stroking her sensitive flesh. Keely cried out, her body trembling on the edge of release. Jesse positioned himself at her entrance, his thick length pressing against her. With one powerful thrust, he filled her, claiming her body as his own.

Keely cried out, her nails digging into Jesse's shoulders as he began to move, his strokes deep and relentless. The bed creaked with each thrust, adding a primal rhythm to their passionate dance. Jesse's control slipped as he pounded into her, his primal nature taking over.

"You're mine, Keely Malone," he groaned between thrusts. "Mine to protect, mine to use and mine to pleasure."

Keely's eyes blazed with a mixture of passion and defiance. "Yes, Jesse, yes!"

Their bodies moved as one, driven by primal instincts and a growing emotional connection. Jesse's thrusts became more urgent, his own release building. Keely's inner walls clenched around him, milking his cock as she soared towards her own climax.

With a final, powerful lunge, Jesse buried himself deep within her, his groan echoing through the room as he spilled his seed, marking her as his own. Keely's body convulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a lightning strike.

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