Page 41 of Property of Shotgun

“Yes,” I pant.

“I want to jerk my cock while you play with your pussy. Then I’m going to come all over you. Your neck. Your tits. Might even shoot some on your pretty little cunt. But you’re not going to wash it off this time. Can’t hold you in my arms while you sleep but you’re going to go to bed with my cum on your skin.”

I finger fuck myself while he jerks off, but when I moan too loud, he clamps his free hand over my mouth. I cum fast and hard, and when it’s his turn, he lives up to his promise, shooting his load all over my tits, my stomach, the insides of my thighs, and my pussy.

It’s filthy fucking hot, and I can’t get enough.

He straightens my robe, tying the sash in a tight knot around my waist. Then he takes my face in his hands and lowers his mouth. This kiss is different than the others. It slow, and sweet.

Lazy kisses are the best.

When he pulls away, he drops a kiss to my forehead and tucks his cock back into his pants.

“I’ll take the boys for breakfast in the morning. You sleep in. In the afternoon, I’ll see about getting a test. Until then, you take my cum however I feel like giving it to you. Good?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck, Jade.”

I grin at him. “You love it.”

He stares at me thoughtfully, then nods. “Yeah, I do.” His eyes dart to the clock and he shakes his head. “The boys will be getting up soon. I better get going.”

“It’s not like they haven’t woken up to you in the kitchen before.”

“True, but not after I watched their mother finger fuck herself on the breakfast table. Don’t trust myself, Jade. Need to gather my thoughts.”

I respect that. I respect him. “Okay.”

“I don’t know what we’re doing, and I don’t think you do either. Until we figure it out, we should be careful.”

He’s right about that. The boys, Legend and Raiden particularly, have been through a lot. They’ve leaned on Shotgun through it all. He’s been their anchor as they navigate their loss, and while I know they love him, I don’t know how they’ll react to Shotgun and I exploring whatever this is between us.

Killian, is a different story, he doesn’t know any better. He calls Shotgun Uncle Shotty like his brothers do, but that’s just because it’s easier to ignore the truth, than to confront it head on, and the truth is, Shotgun is the onlydadthat baby knows.

“I agree,” I say hoarsely. “So we keep things quiet.” I hop off the table and take a step toward him. My hands trail down his chest, my fingers tracing the V of his hips. “Everything stays the same. The only change is I get to wear your cum to bed,” I tease, pressing a playful kiss to the center of his chest.

He slides a finger under my chin, forcing me to lift my head. His eyes lock with mine, and his thumb gently strokes my jaw.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re some dirty secret of mine. But it’s complicated, Jade. While the boys are my main concern, it’s not just about them. I gotta figure out my shit with the club. Don’t think I’m setting a good example as the VP by fucking my predecessor’s widow.”

“If they want me happy like you said, then maybe they’ll give us some grace.”

“It doesn’t work like that baby. They want you happy but not with me. Biggie already made that clear after Irish died. Told me there would come a time when you found it in you to move on, and I’d have to step aside.”

I didn’t think anything could ruin the high I was feeling but hearing that seems to do the trick.

“Fuck that. Biggie doesn’t decide how I live my life.”

“Calm down,” he soothes. “We’ll figure it out.”

“No, I can’t calm down.” I tag his hand away from my face. “What can happen? I mean to you. What will they do you if they found out?”

“That’s not something you need to worry about.”

“Can they kick you out of the club?” He doesn’t say anything. “Can they hurt you?” Again, he doesn’t say anything, but he does look away, and that only makes stomach roll. “Jesus Christ, Shotgun. Biggie wouldn’t kill you, would he?”

That causes his gaze to snap back to me, and his features suddenly grow very serious.

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