Page 62 of Consequences

They kiss, and he slowly inches forward until he’s fully inside her. He strokes long and slow until she pulls away and looks down at their bodies joined together in awe.

“Like what you see?”

“I didn’t think you’d fit, honestly,” she says with a giggle. She lifts her hips and gasps. “This feels good.”

“Yeah?” He thrusts with a little more gusto, and she gasps again. “We’re going to have so much fun, baby doll.”

Pulling back, he needs to see her. Watch her. He tests out a faster pace, and she arches her back, tugging at her own nipples as he does. It’s even sexier than he imagined as his fingers dig into her hips and he moves even faster still. He’s not sure how much longer he can last.

He moves his hand to rub her clit furiously, and she moans, her eyes closed tightly as she slowly tightens around him. Her climax builds, and it doesn’t take long before she cries out, “Oh God!”

Her pussy holds his cock in a vise-like grip, and he can’t hold back any longer. Shouting her name, he comes hard, falling forward and bracing his arms on either side of her head.

The happy little satisfied smile on her face fills his chest with a warmth he hadn’t expected. He always likes to please women, but this is different. Heneedsto please Jamie.

Pulling out of her, he lies down and pulls her into his arms. Her head rests on his chest, and she draws a small heart on his peck. “So, that’s what it’s like to be fucked?”

“Baby doll, that wasn’t fucking. That was making love.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I’ll show you some other time.”

Undertaker swears she sighs in disappointment, but she surprises him yet again by saying, “Thank you.”

“For the orgasm? Trust me, baby doll, that was my pleasure. In fact, you’re probably going to be cleaning my pleasure out of you for a day.”

Jamie giggles. “Well, yes, but no. I’ve never been made to feel like I’m safe to do or say whatever I want or feel like I do with you. I expected to be more self-conscious than I was.”

What does he say to that? Nothing comes to mind, and he kisses her, soft and sweet, in response. The way he feels about Jamie feels different from almost everyone before her, and he prays she can handle his rules. That she won’t walk away from him like everyone before her.

Chapter Twenty

Griffin’s Beach

Beckett

It’s been days, maybe even a week, since Beckett and Brock broke into Ramsey’s house, and they have yet to see in the inside of a courtroom. Or Lily.

Is this the country I served for? Almost died for a couple of times to protect? I’m a damned veteran, and this is how they treat me?

It strikes Beckett as strange that he has his own cell. He’d have bet money that he’d have a cellmate. Maybe even Brock. But the truth is, he hasn’t even seen Brock since the night at the police station before they were brought directly here.

I’m wearing an orange jumpsuit behind bars and eating food barely edible for a dog to consume. Clearly, I underestimated this Ramsey asshole.

At night, two things bother him more than anything else. The first is that he got Brock into this mess, and Brock voiced his opinion that the plan wasn’t good enough each step of the way. But Beckett just wouldn’t listen. The second is not knowing how Shannon is. There’s no contact with the outside world, and he doesn’t know if anyone even knows where they are right now.

As a veteran, he knows better than to defy his superiors. He never would have gone off-grid while on active duty and tried to accomplish a task without his superiors knowing about it and signing off on it. Because of that, he has no idea if Shannon is still safe or not.

My plan was stupid. Shortsighted and rash. I fucking know better, and it’s not just myself in this mess. But worse, I have no idea how the fuck to get us out of it.

“Cohen, let’s go,” a gruff guard he’s come to know as Bill says as his cell door opens.

Brock waits with another guard he’s not familiar with, and they’re brought into a small room where Lily waits for them.

“Thank God, you’re both still alive,” Lily says. “If you ever get out of here, just know, the club is probably going to kill you.”

Beckett hasn’t has much interaction with Lily, but he’s aware she’s their lawyer. And a daughter of an Original Ten married to a member. Much like Lex. He just hopes she’s as good as everyone says she is in a courtroom.

---