Page 21 of The Biker's Second Chance
A deep growl rumbles in my chest. This is the Jayne I remember. The one who doesn’t hold back and will tell me exactly what she’s feeling with no regard for my feelings. She’s never been the type to hold back.
As much as I don’t want to, I’ve missed this.
“Spineless or not, I’m not going to let you run off for some mystery woman.” I shake my head and grab hold of her hand again.
“Get the hell off me. I’m not staying here.” Jayne yanks on her arm and shouts at me.
“The hell you aren’t.” I mutter over my shoulder.
“I said get off!” She yells, and this time she swings her other hand, and it connects with the side of my face.
Before long she’s swinging wildly, and I have to duck and dodge to make sure she misses her blows.
Sweat beads on my hairline as I turn and grab hold of her free arm, but that doesn’t stop the fight in her. She moves on to her legs and starts trying to kick at me.
“You motherfucker! Let me go!” Jayne screams loud, and if I didn’t already know that Zero was outside on guard, I’d be concerned that one of the other people staying at the hotel would come over to check what was going on.
“I’m not going to let you go! Stop your shit.”
Jayne gets one good knee in and just barely misses my dick. This has to stop.
I wrap my arms around her and lift her up from the ground before I drive her backward and onto the bed. I slam myself down on top of her, using my own body to stop her from getting away. Not that it stops her from fighting.
Jayne continues trying to push and kick her way out from under me. It’s not until I get her legs spread and am pressing my full weight into her that her movements slow a little. Not much, but a little.
I’m breathing heavy, and suddenly her scent hits me like a fucking freight train.
God, how long has it been since I was this close to her?
“You’ve always been such a goddamn fighter, always trying to get your way.” I grumble, my eyes scanning over her flushed face.
“That’s because my way is usually right. I’m not going to stop.” She warns me.
“I know it. You won’t stop on your own. I have to get you to stop. Making you submit was always one of my favorite things to do.”
Without any input from my brain, my hips arch upward, and my hard cock makes contact with her warm core. She gasps, and her movements become jerky as if she’s right on the edge.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Jaynie? You want me out of my mind for you? You want to be out of your mind for me.”
She doesn’t answer, just whimpers softly as I continue to rock my hips up and down, pressing perfectly against her.
“I bet you’re soaking wet for me right now. Bet if I ripped these jeans off and slid my cock into you it’d be just like I was coming home.”
Her eyes go wide and she drops her hands down to the sheets, gripping hard enough that her knuckles turn white.
“You smell so fucking good.” I drop my head to her neck and inhale like an animal. That’s how I feel right now, like a fucking animal.
Her hips start to move now too, and I know I’m seconds away from blowing my load in my pants.
This has always been right between us. Sex was our way to fix every problem. Now that I’m looking back on it, I guess that could’ve been one of the reasons we didn’t make it.
“You know how bad I want you right now, Jaynie? How hard I am for you? Can you feel me?” I ask her as I drag the side of my face up over hers. The scruff of my beard causes her to shiver deliciously. My eyes nearly roll back in my head.
I could have her right now. Could say fuck it all and fall down this rabbit hole.
I tilt my head toward hers, our lips just a whisper away from each other.
“Spike?” She moans, and the sound of my name coming from her is like a slap in the face.
