Page 37 of Closing on Lynx

“Jessikah, I need to tell you something.” I take a deep breath. “When I walked into your office and you stood up, I was stunned. I have been around women for the majority of my life. Some beautiful, some ugly and some beautiful but their attitudes make them ugly. But you. Fuck Jessikah, you are stunning. A strong independent woman, with a strength that makes even the strongest man look weak. But you are beautiful, soft and delicious.” I step closer to her, making her raise her head to meet my eyes. My hand lifts to her cheek and I slide it to the back of her head, pulling her closer to me.

“I have waited so long for this,” she whispers, her hands going to my cut, gripping the leather tight.

“I have waited for you.” Lowering my head, my nose rubbing against hers, before I turn my head and connect my lips with hers.

This woman will be the death of me, but I am okay with that.

***

We stayed at the beach, talking about everything. When it started to turn cold, I wrapped my arm around her and asked her to come back to the clubhouse. She countered with going to her house so we could be alone.

We agreed that for tonight we would do her place, but I wanted her at the clubhouse. I wanted to integrate her into the club. Let the brothers get used to her as my old lady and the president’s woman.

When we arrived at her place, she looked like she was going to run, but she stayed. She gripped my hand tight, before letting me climb out of the truck. I wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want to do. It was her story, and she had to lead the way through the pages.

Walking up to her door, I watched as she pulled out what looked like a key fob and then she typed in a code and pressed the fob to the door.

“Okay, that’s cool. How did you find that safety notch. I have never seen a house open like a car.” She giggles, and opens the door, yelling for Moose to sit so we could come into the house.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jessikah

I want nothing but to go to my room and let Paul have his way with me. But the thought of him seeing me naked is making my heart pound and my thoughts race.

“Hey, sweet girl. Relax, you are in control,” Paul says, pulling me into his arms as he begins to sway back and forth. He hums a song I am not familiar with. His eyes lowering to mine, staring like he is looking at something he will cherish for the rest of his life.

“What song is that?” I ask, my head lowering to his chest.

“Little Bit Moreby Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show,” Paul mumbles, between humming the song and swaying with me.

I want to ask him more about the song, but his hand on my neck and the other resting above my ass has lulled me into a sense of safety. Being in his arms has made me feel secure. He hasn’t pushed anything with me, but has encouraged me to explore my femininity.

“Paul, where did you come from?” I enquire, closing my eyes as his heartbeat forces mine to match. We are one unit swaying back and forth. Me and my biker, a safety I have never felt before.

“You were placed on my path, and I don’t ever plan on letting you go. You are my angel, the one woman in the entire universe that makes me content. You give me a higher purpose. My angel,” he whispers, his chin resting on the top of my head.

No other words were spoken. We stood in the middle of my living room dancing to the music Paul hummed. Sometimes he would stop humming, other times he would sing other songs, all soothing and all I could do was give into the mood.

***

A yawn from Paul made our dance stop. He tried to get away, but I asked him to stay. It didn’t take much persuasion for him to agree and now here we are. Him in the bathroom doing his nightly routine and me lying on my bed in my shorts and tank top.

“Baby, I can sleep on the couch,” he says, pointing to the door, but his eyes never leaving my body.

“Handsome, I am pretty sure the member in your pants will argue with you about wanting to sleep on the couch.” I giggle, nodding to the impressive bulge in his pants.

“He can get over it.” He adjusts his bulge and does a little squat before his hand leaves his crotch.

“Okay then, I will be offended if you give up sleeping in the bed beside me to sleep on the couch. I will think that you don’t find me…” His finger hits my lips, and his face comes into my view.

“Got it. Don’t offend my woman.” He places his lips against my forehead and crawls in beside me. He gets comfortable lying with his head on one of the pillows, one hand tucked behind his head the other laying across his stomach.

“You are the only woman that has captured not only my attention, but it’s like your soul reached out to mine and became my other half,” he declares, slowly turning his head to look at me.

I stand and place a knee on the bed, slowly crawling toward him. When I get within reach, he moves his hand from his stomach and places it beside his head and smirks as my legs go over his hips and my hands hit his chest.

His eyes lower and darken. He licks his lips and groans before cursing under his breath. “I have dreamed of you in this position, but you have no clothes on, and I am buried inside your cunt.”

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