Page 18 of Tempt Me

Zoey moans as I keep one arm locked under her ass while my hand slides between our bodies. I pinch her clit while leaning down and sucking a nipple into my mouth. My girl fucking explodes. Her pussy ripples and clenches around my length as I slam my hips faster and harder. It doesn’t take me long to find my own release as I prolong Zoey’s. Groaning out her name, I throw my head back and press her body into the wall of the shower while being mindful to keep most of my weight off her.

When we finally come down enough to stand steady in the shower, Zoey and I wash one another before getting out and using the thin towels of the hotel to dry off. I lift my kitten in my arms once again and carry her into the other room. Pulling back the blankets, I lay my girl in bed with her eyes already closed. Climbing in beside her after making sure everything is locked, I set an alarm on my phone and pull Zoey into my arms. Holding her tight, it doesn’t take long for her to spread her body out across mine while sleep claims me.

Chapter Thirteen

Zoey

WAKING UP IN Jameson’s arms is the best feeling in the world. Even if it might not last, I’m going to soak up every damn second I’m with him. I don’t move a muscle as I take the time to explore his chest and arm. Both are covered in ink as I take in the details of the tattoos I can see. However, I’m stopped dead in my tracks the second I spot something hidden in one of the tattoos on his chest. It’s directly above his heart and I don’t see it immediately. Over his heart is a dragon. It’s not huge like I’ve seen on some people. This one is definitely a good size though. As I take in all the details of the dragon, my breath stalls when I see it holding a kitten in his claws. It's not hurting the kitten, but protecting it from the world. The kitten is pressed up against its chest as it looks down at it. My name is tattooed in the scales of the dragon’s head, entwined with the scales in a delicate script that’s hard as fuck to make out, but I see it. Tears immediately fill my eyes and I can’t stop them from spilling over and landing on Jameson’s chest. It doesn’t take long for him to wake up to find out what’s wrong with me.

“Kitten? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he questions, his voice a husky growl from sleep as the need to rush to the bathroom overwhelms me.

Jumping out of bed, I rush to the bathroom and can’t stop to close the door behind me. I barely make it to the toilet as the meager contents of my stomach come back up again. The tears still fall from my eyes as my hair is suddenly pulled out of my face and held at my back. Jameson rubs a hand up and down my back as he lets me get sick until I have nothing left to get rid of. With a groan, I flush the toilet and carefully stand on shaky legs. Jameson wraps his arm around my waist and holds me tight to his body as I stop at the sink in the bathroom. He hands me my toothbrush and toothpaste so I can get rid of the horrendous taste in my mouth. Once I’m done, he leads me back into the bedroom where I realize we’re both naked still from last night. Heat fills my face and neck as a blush creeps up at the sight of his hard length.

“Ignore it, kitten. What has you cryin’?” he asks me, pulling on his jeans from yesterday but not buttoning or zipping them as he hands my bag to me so I can pull out clothes of my own.

“When did you get that tattoo, Jameson?” I ask him, keeping my eyes locked on the dragon covering his chest.

“Which one, kitten?” he returns, laughter in his voice with all the ink covering his body. “You’ll have to be pretty specific if it’s a particular one you’re lookin’ at.”

“The dragon, Jameson. When did you get the dragon tattoo?”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute. Finally he steps in front of me and lifts my face with a finger under my chin. Looking me in the eyes, he still doesn’t say anything. More tears fill my eyes because I don’t know what to think at this moment. I never expected to see a tattoo on this man’s body with my name in it. Or the name he calls me.

“I got it just after movin’ to Clinton City. You were the only thing on my mind and it made Prospectin’ hard as fuck. Every second I spent away from you made me want you more. I wasn’t there to see you graduate. Or take you to Benton Falls to move into your apartment. Things I wanted to fuckin’ do with every beat of my heart. Every single day I woke up and you were the first thing on my mind. The last thought I had before I went to bed was of you. Wonderin’ how your day was and if you were happy in your new life. Then I thought of makin’ you mine and I realized that I couldn’t do that to you. Not if you were truly happy. I refused to rip you from a life you were buildin’ the way you wanted. So, I had Cash ink this on me. He’s the only one who knows what it means or where your name is. No one else has ever noticed it until this mornin’ when you saw it,” he finally answers me, my heart soaring with his words and the knowledge that maybe he’s not just saying what he believes I want to hear because of our baby.

“If only you had called, you would’ve realized I wasn’t happy there at all. The only time I was ever truly happy in Benton Falls is when I was out on my bike and riding. It didn’t matter if Kingston was with me or not. That’s the only time I’ve ever truly felt at peace and content. But, you chose to stay away from me. To be a man whore and live your life as if I didn’t exist. That hurts, Jameson. So fucking much,” I tell him honestly as more tears fill my eyes. Damn fucking hormones turning me into a bitch that cries at the drop of a hat.

“I know, kitten. And I’ll prove to you every day for the rest of my life how fuckin’ sorry I am for that. For thinkin’ I was doin’ the right thing by you,” he says before pressing a kiss to my lips. “Get dressed so we can check out and find somewhere to get breakfast. You need to feed our baby. I want to get to Clinton City sooner rather than later. Reagan is waitin’ to see you too.”

Jameson rests his hand on my still flat stomach for a second before turning and leaving the room. He doesn’t close the door all the way as I watch him walk to the back of the trailer and unlock the lock keeping the door shut. He steps inside for a few minutes before returning with a pile of clothes in his hand. I pull out a pair of jean shorts with a black tank top. Grabbing a matching set of panties and bra, I head in the bathroom to get dressed. As soon as I’m ready for the day, I head back into the room and pull out a plastic bag from the one Jameson grabbed last night. I shove my dirty clothes inside before adding Jameson’s in with mine. He offers me a small smile as I shove the plastic bag back in the other one and zipping it closed.

After making sure we’re not leaving anything behind, Jameson links our fingers together and we leave our room. Instead of heading for the SUV, we walk toward the main entrance of the hotel to check out. The second we’re done, Jameson leads me back to the SUV and helps me in the passenger seat, buckling me in before closing the door behind me. I watch him walk around the front of the SUV and get in the driver’s seat. Today I don’t have my blanket as he gets settled in the seat and once again places his hand on my thigh. Placing my hand on top of his, he makes sure our fingers are linked once again while he rubs his hand up and down my thigh.

We make our way through town, looking for a diner or some place we can grab breakfast quickly before getting back on the road and finishing the rest of the trip to Clinton City. It doesn’t take us long to find a fast food place that’s open. Instead of parking and heading inside, Jameson goes through the drive thru and we each order what we want to eat and drink before he pulls over and hands out the food we’ve ordered. He shoves most of his in his mouth before getting back on the road and heading out of town to get back on the highway once again.

I drift in and out of sleep as Jameson drives us to Clinton City with music playing quietly in the background. I’m so exhausted all the time and don’t feel as if I ever manage to get enough sleep. I could sleep eight hours a night and it still wouldn’t be enough for me. I guess that’s what happens when you’re pregnant. It’s something I’ll have to read up on when we get to the clubhouse and I can get my hands on a book about pregnancy. Waking up, I see we’re almost to the clubhouse. So, I sit up higher in my seat as nerves fill me.

I’ve been to the clubhouse of the Fallen Brethren before. Never with Jameson, but I’ve been there with Reagan. To visit her and Trax I should say. Now, everything is different. I’ll be walking inside with Jameson and it’s his club. He’s a member here. Not just a member, but an officer of the club now. Yeah, I know he’s the SAA of the club. It didn’t take long for that news to get to me. Even when I didn’t want to know anything about him or what was going on in his life, I was still told information. It was annoying and hurt more than it should.

“Are you nervous?” Jameson questions me, looking over at me for a second before turning his attention back to the road in front of him.

“A little. I know I’ve been there before, but it’s different now. I’ll be walking in there with you and you’re an officer of the club. Your status is everything and I don’t want to mess anything up and cause problems for you. At the end of the day, I grew up with the Wild Kings and definitely know how to act in a clubhouse and around club members. I also know my actions directly reflect on you. So, I’m a little nervous. Not to mention I know you’ll have been with the girls of the club. They’re gonna hate me on sight without knowing a single thing about me. It’s to be expected,” I answer him, my voice strong and sure as I tell him this information. Jameson won’t ever use it against me.

“You’ll be fine, kitten. Reagan is already there waitin’ for you with Xavier and Trax. Most of the guys will probably be at work when we pull in. Yeah, the Fallen girls will be there, but they know better than to fuck with the ol’ ladies. You might not have the exact title just yet, but you’re gonna have it soon. I’ll step in when I can, Zoey. But, you know you gotta show them you’re not a pushover and won’t tolerate their shit either. At least when it comes to the girls. If the guys give you a problem, I’ll handle that shit,” he says, not telling me anything new as he pulls in and stops at the gate as a Prospect comes out to see who’s pulling up.

It doesn’t take long for him to recognize Jameson in the driver’s seat as the Prospect heads back in the booth he was in and the gate starts to open. The second the SUV fits through the opening, he pulls through and parks at the side of the parking lot where the SUV and trailer will be out of the way of everyone else here. He doesn’t hesitate to shut the engine off and get out of the driver’s side before making his way around to get me out. He again links our fingers together and leads me into the clubhouse. I keep my head held high as we enter the building and I let my eyes adjust to the dimness of the interior after being out in the bright sunlight.

As I take everything in, I immediately spot Reagan sitting on the couch with her son in her arms and Trax leaning over the back of the couch as he talks to her. Before I can move away to head toward my best friend, I’m pushed out of the way as a woman launches herself into Jameson’s arms. He barely catches her before dropping his arms from her body and looking over to me. I almost fall to the floor in her haste to push me out of the way and get to Jameson. Hurt fills me as I try to figure out what’s going on right now.

“Baby, you’ve been gone and didn’t tell me you were leaving,” she pouts looking like a fucking idiot as she tries to press her body against his once again.

“I don’t tell you shit, Nails. You’re not my woman and I haven’t been with you in a very long time. Hell, I only let you suck my cock one time before and it wasn’t that good. I’ve told you repeatedly that we’re not together and you’ll never be my ol’ lady. Why can’t you get it through your thick fuckin’ head. We just had a vote to get rid of your ass when I found you in my bed without my permission. You picked my lock just to get in my fuckin’ room. Now, you push my girl away from me and almost make her fall to the damn floor? What the fuck is your problem?” Jameson growls, turning from Jameson to Savage in front of my eyes as he glares at the woman.

“Why would you want to be with someone like her when you can have me? She’s ugly as fuck and doesn’t have a damn thing on me,” this bitch says as anger fills me and I take a step closer to her with my hands clenched in fists.

“This woman is the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life. She’s not a slut and doesn’t spread her legs for everyone around her. Her time isn’t spent on her back or knees. That’s you. Bein’ with my woman, I know for a fact that my brothers don’t know what she sounds like when she cums, how she tastes, or how she fucks. Every fuckin’ guy in this clubhouse has been with you. That’s not an ol’ lady or anyone I’d ever want as my ol’ lady. Nails, get the fuck outta my sight before I make sure there’s another vote to boot your fuckin’ ass outta the club. And you won’t have to fuckin’ deal with me. My sister is this woman’s best friend and she’s no longer pregnant. She’ll beat your fuckin’ ass before my girl pounds you into the ground. She knows more styles of fightin’ than you can even dream of thinkin’ about,” Jameson promises this skank as I step back into his side and wrap my arms around him.

“Like she’d be able to beat my ass,” this Nails bitch says as she continues to glare in my direction.

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