Page 45 of The Biker's Second Chance
Ishouldn’t be letting her do this.
I should be the one catering to her, but the second her mouth closes over the head of my cock I know I’m lost.
Jayne is the best woman I’ve ever met. Hell, she might just be the best person I’ve ever met.
She gives all of herself in the service of others. Back when we were still together, I was too stupid to see how great of a quality that was. I thought she was naive. Turns out I was the naive one.
Her wet, smooth mouth bobs up and down on my length and I’m in complete heaven, but I can’t shake the feeling that once again I’m taking advantage of her. I don’t want her to ever have any doubts when it comes to me. I don’t want her to see me in the same light as those fucks from the party.
Just as it’s about to be too much and I feel myself ready to bust down her throat, I pull back and try to catch my breath.
Jayne whimpers and tries to move forward again, but I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her. She looks up at me, questions in her eyes.
“Jaynie…” I rasp, but the words catch.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, voice low like gravel. “I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve found another way.”
“You did what you had to do,” she answers, though her voice shakes. “We would’ve never gotten out of there alive otherwise.”
“That don’t make it right.” I close the distance, my chest brushing hers as I look down at her. My hand finds her jaw, tilting her face up. Her skin is soft against my calloused palm, and the second she leans into it, my restraint starts to unravel.
“You think I wanted anyone seeing you like that?” My voice drops even lower, raw with anger and need. “You’re mine, Jaynie. You’ve always been mine.”
She exhales hard, like I just knocked the air out of her lungs. Then her arms are around my neck and she’s pulling me down on top of her.
Our mouths crash together like boulders, furious and passionate.
Her nails scrape down my skin and I groan against her mouth, grinding my hips into hers so she can feel just how fucking hard I am for her.
“Spike…” she breathes, her voice breaking, “I need you.”
That’s it. The last thread of control snaps.
I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her, forcing her legs around my waist. She gasps when my cock presses against her.
She’s beautiful. Always has been. But right now? Right now she’s everything.
For a moment, I just stare, taking her in. My chest is tight, my throat burning. “You should be my ol’ lady,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
Her eyes widen, but instead of pulling back, she drags me down on top of her. “Then show me,” she says, her voice fierce despite the tremor in it. “Show me I still belong to you.”
I growl deep in my chest and crash my mouth to hers again, pouring years of anger, love, and regret into the kiss. My hands are everywhere, her waist, her hips, her thighs. I can’t touch enough of her fast enough.
When I finally sink into her, it’s like coming home. Her body clenches around me, hot and perfect, and every thought I’ve been fighting drowns under the weight of her.
It’s not fast this time. Not furious. It’s deep. Slow. My forehead pressed to hers as I roll my hips into her, claiming her inch by inch. She gasps my name like a prayer, her nails digging into my shoulders, and it breaks me wide open.
“I love you, Jaynie,” I groan, my lips brushing hers with every thrust. “Never stopped. Not for a second.”
Her eyes shine wet, but she doesn’t look away. “Then don’t let me go this time.”
I slam deeper, harder, desperate to prove it to her, to myself, to everyone. The bed creaks, her cries echo through the room, and all I can think is that she’s mine. She’s always been mine. And I’ll burn the whole fucking world down before I lose her again.
When she comes, she screams my name, her body clenching so tight around me I see stars. I follow right after, burying myself deep and spilling inside her, groaning into her mouth as the world falls away.
For a long time, neither of us moves. I’m still inside her, still holding her close, my chest heaving with every breath.
She strokes my jaw softly, her voice hoarse but steady. “You’re right, Spike. I’ve always been yours.”
