Page 87 of Bullet
“You have gone through some shit and had to work through those emotions. That doesn’t make you damaged, Angel. You were forged in the fire of grief and trauma, but you came out the other side a new woman. One I am more than proud to be able to call mine. Don’t ever question how I feel for you, Harlee. It’s the most real thing I have ever felt in my life.”
My eyes tear at his words as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Good, because I lied. You have owned my heart since I was sixteen.”
He laughs. “You had a schoolgirl crush on me? Was that why you were so mean to me?”
“I didn’t know how to handle my feelings. You really had no clue?” I ask.
“Honestly? No. You were Honk’s kid, and I was a prospect trying to impress the club. I couldn’t see anything outside my own little world.”
I swallow hard. “And now?”
“Now I see you. I want you. I love you, Angel,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine softly.
“I love you too.”
I let my hands trail down his chest until I reach the waistband of his boxers. Slowly I start to push them down as I drop to my knees.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m getting you ready to show me how deep your love runs.”
Leaning forward, I take him in my mouth, but he pulls me off in the next second.
“I’m more than ready. I’ll grab the condom while you get naked. I want you on that bed waiting for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I purr at him, loving when his cock jumps at the phrase.
Then I do as he demands because as much as he won’t deny me, I also won’t deny him.
I guess that’s why we are a perfect match.
When he stares at me over his shoulder while he messes with his pants, I see the truth there.
He truly does love me. I only hope our love is enough.
I cannot believe that she thinks for even a second that I would want anyone else but her. It’s like once I opened my eyes and truly saw her, my entire soul rewrote itself to fit her needs. It didn’t happen the moment I saw her, like in romance movies or books. Instead, it took time for me to get my head out of my ass and see the beautiful woman in front of me.
I won’t lie. When I first took her under my wing at nineteen, I was doing it out of obligation. Eleanor was always kind to me. She became a second mother to me. Honk never hazed me quite like the other guys did either. He always treated me with respect. So when Eleanor died and Honk fell apart, I felt it my duty to step in and be what their family needed to make it by. That first year was especially rough. Honk drank himself stupid, and Harlee took that as the guidebook to dealing with grief and did the same. Over the past year or so, though, I saw her struggling. She slowly started to come out of the stupor that she found herself in. That’s when I saw her strength. Her resilience.
It’s when my eyes opened. I don’t think I can ever close them again.
Grabbing the condom from my pocket, I make my way back to her. I cannot believe she is bestowing this gift upon me. She saved her virginity for a reason. She says I am part of that reason, but I think it is more than that. I think her parents taught her not to give anything freely. I hope she knows that I will work every day to earn the right to make her happy. I will go to war for her if needed.
“I’m going to make this as easy as possible for you. It will hurt at first, but I will go as slow as you need,” I tell her as I take in her naked form.
She is beyond sexy. My cock is already leaking at the sight of her.
“You don’t need to handle me with kid gloves, Jacob. My mother had the talk with me. I understand what will happen. I still want it.”
Her eyes are clear with determination. I won’t ask her again.
Climbing onto the bed, I move down until I am at the apex of her thighs. She opens her legs for me, making space for me. Without a word, I go to work. I lick and suck her into a frenzy, stopping just before she finds release. I need her as needy as hell if I have any shot of making this pleasurable for her. I won’t ever admit this to her, but it scares me a little to be her first. I’ve never been anyone’s first before. I don’t know how to handle it, but I’ll do my best for her.
After a third round with my tongue, I slowly insert one finger inside of her. She’s tight as hell. I let her get used to the digit before I add a second. She is squirming underneath me, curses falling from her lips when I don’t let her find her own pleasure.
“Be patient,” I tell her, spreading my fingers inside of her as I study her face for any discomfort.
She doesn’t give any indication that it hurts, so I add a third. That’s when I see it. the slight wince.
