Page 19 of Jigsaw
Chapter 9
Willow
I’d always dreamed Dean and I would have another chance but never thought it could actually happen. Hearing him explain why he left and broke a piece of my soul, the picture started to become clearer. My father was ready to kick me out of my apartment that he’d been paying for and to stop paying for my college, and if he had cast me out, like I realized later he was going to do, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything with my life.
I would have had to get a job and probably couch surf—or worse, live in my car—until I could save enough to get a cheap place. Dean’s selfish act of renouncing his colors was the only way he could make sure I was protected. I just wish I hadn’t been too immature to realize what my selfish choices had cost him.
We were standing in the parking lot of the tiny diner in the middle of nowhere, and I looked at him as I asked, “Are you happy as a Sinner?”
He smiled and replied, “I thought I was until you walked into my life, and now, I can’t imagine being any happier.” He smirked and added, “Unless I can talk you into getting hitched.”
“Married?” I asked him with a high shrill in my voice. “You want to get married? We just reconnected. Isn’t that crazy?”
He pulled me against his hard body. “Not as crazy as telling a stranger your darkest secrets and fantasies then acting them out all night long.” He kissed my cheeked and continued. “Or as crazy as following someone into the unknown just to see them again.” His lips moved to below my ear and he placed a kissagainst my neck. “Or as crazy as kicking someone in the chest in broad daylight for even thinking about touching my woman.”His woman. Damn, my knees were weak.“Is it that crazy, or just crazy enough?”
He kissed lower on my neck, and I leaned my head to the side as I felt his thick cock press against my pelvis. Damn him and his insane reasoning, but a big part of me was ready to say yes.But that would be crazy, right?
His kisses were feather-light against my skin, causing chills to erupt across my entire body. I wanted him. No, I needed him . . . right now. Moving so I could look him in the eyes, I smiled, realizing he was right about everything.
“It’s just crazy enough,” I answered, and his smile grew feral.
Grabbing my hand, he started to pull me toward his bike, and I laughed as we raced to the side of the building. I climbed onto the back of his Harley. It was beautiful, with shades of purple and black swirled together, and wider than my bike but still comfortable. When he lifted his leg over the seat and settled in front of me, I pulled my crotch against his ass and wrapped my arms around him.
I hadn’t ridden behind anyone since Popeye had me on his bike when I was fourteen. He taught me to ride, and after that, I never rode behind a man again. But being behind Dean, surrounded by the smell of leather and something distinctly him, I knew this was where I wanted to be. That didn’t mean I would always ride behind him, but for now, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
He cranked the motor, and I felt the intense vibrations deep in my core. My pussy clenched as he put the bike in gear and pulled out of the space. I trusted him that my bike was safe here as he turned out of the parking lot onto the road. There were very few houses or other vehicles out this far, and the air rushingthrough my unclipped hair as we rocketed down the road was exhilarating.
I didn’t know if he had a plan for where we were going, but I didn’t worry. For the first time in my life, I was free, not worrying about anything but what was happening at that exact moment. A little voice in my head whispered that this would be my life if I followed through with his crazy idea, and the farther down the road we went, the more I fell in love with the idea.
When we began to slow down, I looked over his shoulder to see a dirt road up on the left. He turned the bike onto the road and kept the speed down as he drove farther and farther away from the pavement. Looking around, I realized we must have been on some kind of ranch or open land, but so far, I hadn’t seen a mailbox, so I was starting to question where our destination was.
Up ahead, there was a beautiful tree—which seemed unusual out here since the land was so open and bare—and Dean slowed the bike until we were under its huge branches. It was instantly cooler being out of the hot sun, and when he put the kickstand down and turned the bike off, I missed the vibration.
Dean stood from the bike and kicked his leg over the side before offering me his hand. I took it and made sure to avoid the scorching hot pipes as I climbed off. He tugged me into his arms and slammed his lips against mine. Our tongues swirled around as he walked me backward. When my back hit the tree, he pressed against me as his lips roamed to my neck.
“Dean,” I moaned and ran my hands through his hair. “Hmm . . .”
He pulled back from me and looked deep into my eyes. “Willow, will you be my ol’ lady? Will you ride into the sunset with me?” I was nodding, feeling the happy tears building in my eyes, as he asked, “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I cried, and he kissed me again.
This time, the urgency wasn’t lost on me as he grabbed my heavy breasts and squeezed them through my shirt and bra. I wanted more, knowing there couldn’t be anyone else this far out. I pushed off the tree, and he stepped back as I lifted my shirt and pulled it off over my head. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts, and when I unhooked my bra from the front, he got a look at the additions I’d made to myself.
The barbells through my nipples made me sensitive, and the slight breeze that blew made me moan as he reached out and gently ran the back of his knuckle across the stiffened peaks.
“So fucking beautiful,” he stated, giving one nipple a pinch. I moaned, forcing my eyes to stay open as he added, “And so responsive.”
I wanted him inside me, so I took a step closer to him and touched his cut carefully. I knew the honor and respect that was attached to the leather garment, and he gave a single nod before stepping backward and removing it. After stowing it safely in his saddle bag, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over the back of his head.
The six-pack I’d kissed six years ago had morphed into what looked like an eight-pack, and I felt my core clench as he walked back to me. He was looking at me like I was his prey, and when he ran a single finger down my stomach, ending at the button on my shorts, I felt like I was going to explode. With a flick, he had my shorts open, and I wiggled side to side as he put his thumbs into the waistband and pushed my shorts and panties to my ankles. I stepped out of the garments, leaving me in my black boots only.
He ran his eyes up and down my body as I fought to catch my breath. I could see the hard outline in his jeans, but he didn’t make a move to free the beast he was packing. Dean moved forward and kissed me softly, catching me off guard. I wasexpecting something more and was about to reach for his jeans when I felt his hand sliding between my legs.
Moving my feet outward just a little, I gave him more space as he continued to kiss me slowly. When his fingers ran through my curls, bumping against my engorged clit, my knees shook. I felt him smile against my lips, and when he moved to kiss my neck, that’s when he made his move. He pushed two fingers into my wetness and began to rub my clit with his thumb. I gripped onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers deep inside me while giving my clit full, steady strokes.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned and instantly felt the loss when he withdrew his fingers.
I went to speak when he lifted his fingers and stuck them into his mouth, moaning at the taste of my juices coating his digits. When his green eyes met mine, I saw something feral in them. Dean reached down, yanked the button and zipper down on his jeans, and pushed them down below his ass. I started to lower myself when he grabbed me under each ass cheek and lifted me into the air.
