Page 48 of The Biker's Second Chance
“Then let me,” I whisper, tugging at his belt.
Within seconds, clothes scatter to the floor. His skin is hot against mine, his touch rough but safe. His hands trace the slope of my waist, the curve of my hips, the dip of my thighs, as if relearning me after years apart. When he sinks inside me, I gasp in pleasure. I've had him many times but every time my body has to adjust to his size.
I cry out his name, nails biting into his shoulders. The stretch is sharp but perfect, filling me so completely I feel the breath ripped from my lungs.
He stills for a second, his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes burning into me. “You’re mine,” he rasps, his hips beginning to move. “Always mine.”
“Yes,” I moan, my body clenching tight around him. “Always.”
His thrusts are steady at first until he starts to pound into me harder and harder. I wrap my legs around his waist so I can hold on. With every movement of his hips the tip of his cock brushes against that spot deep within me that has my toes curling. Fucking perfection.
The room fills with the sound of our breathing, the creak of the bed, his groans mixing with my cries. Each thrust is deep, deliberate, sending sparks down my spine. My body reacts to his instinctively, meeting him stroke for stroke. His pace builds, harder, stronger, until I can barely hold myself together.
His mouth finds mine again, tongues tangling, teeth scraping. He tastes like whiskey and need, and I drink him in greedily. When his hand slides between us and his thumb presses against my clit, I shatter. Pleasure rips through me in a violent wave and I cling to him, my body convulsing around his cock.
“Jaynie,” he groans, his hips slamming harder, deeper. “Come for me, baby. I need to feel you.”
I scream his name, my voice breaking, as my orgasm tears me apart. He follows right after, driving into me one last time before spilling inside me, his groan muffled against my neck as he collapses into me.
For a long moment we just stay tangled, skin slick with sweat, breaths uneven. His forehead rests against mine, his eyes searching me like I’m the answer to everything.
I press a shaky kiss to his mouth, then whisper the thought that’s been gnawing at me. “Spike… we haven’t been careful."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He questions me, clearly not understanding what I'm trying to say to him.
"It means, we haven't been using condoms and I'm still a woman. What if you knock me up?”
He blinks a few times before he slowly pulls out of me and shimmies down between my legs, I feel his fingers swiping at the cum that is still dribbling out of me. He picks some up with two of his fingers and then to my surprise he slides his fingers back inside of me. Pushing his come deeper inside of me while massaging my G spot.
He slides up and stares deep into my eyes. His eyes change, darken with something fierce. Not fear. Not hesitation. Something hotter. Deeper. “Good,” he growls. “Fuck, Jaynie, I want that. I want you carrying me. Carrying us.”
My heart pounds so hard I swear he can feel it. Tears sting my eyes but it’s not fear this time. It’s peace. Pure and unshakable peace.
For the first time in years, I feel like I belong. Not just with him, but here. In this clubhouse. With this family.
Spike pulls me tight against his chest, his lips brushing the top of my head. “Let the storm come,” he murmurs. “As long as I’ve got you, we’ll face it together.”
I close my eyes, listening to the steady thump of his heart, and let myself believe him. For tonight, at least, I can breathe.
The question that lingers at the edge of my mind doesn’t dare leave my lips.
Will we survive when the storm finally hits?
CHAPTER 26
THE SHELTER
SPIKE
Ashrill ring echoes through the air.
My eyes pop open and thankfully before I jump up I remember that Jayne was laying on top of me.
As quickly as I can I slide her to the side and rush out of the bed.
Dread is vibrating through my body as I hear the sound of the club phone ringing again. It’s nearly three in the morning, no one calls this late unless it’s bad news.
I’m not sure I can handle any more bad news.
