Page 27 of Jigsaw
I stroked my cock as I approached the bed. Willow was laid out, just like I wanted her, with her beautiful body of full display. Usually, I’d take my time with her, but seeing her display of possession over me, I needed to be inside her. I kneeled on the bed and came to rest between her spread legs.
Willow licked her lips as I positioned the head of my cock against her wet opening, and without warning, I slammed deep into her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and without delay, I pulled back and thrust the length of my shaft back inside her. Her head tilted back, and I lost sight of her eyes, so I reached down as I thrust my hips and took her throat in my hand, causing her eyes to lock with mine.
Her pussy squeezed me the more I applied pressure to her throat, and when I felt her walls convulse and she moaned as she came on my cock, I let my orgasm rush to the surface. Releasing my hold on her throat, I rested my forehead against her shoulder as I filled her with my seed.
“Fuck, darlin’,” I managed to say as I pushed my weight off her.
Her eyes were glazed over, and she smiled up at me as I leaned over and kissed her gently. It was completely opposite of the intense fuck I’d just given her, but it felt right. With ease, I withdrew from her and looked down to see our combined releases leaking from her.
The sounds of the party raging outside filtered through the window as I lay beside her and lifted my arm, encouraging her to rest her head on my chest. Blonde hair covered my shoulder and part of my chest as Willow snuggled up beside me, and I placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“So, you’re not mad?” she asked, and I tilted my head, trying to see her face.
She was curled up, so I couldn’t see the expression on her beautiful face, but I answered her anyway. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I have no reason to be mad when my woman just claimed me in front of my brothers.”
“I . . . I just got pissed when I saw her following you, and then she wouldn’t leave you alone, and, well . . . I reacted,” she replied, and I felt her shrug against me.
“You can react anytime you want, darlin’. Far be it for me to stop you when you feel my honor is at stake,” I joked, and she lifted her head to look at me. I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows at her, asking, “Do you think we should get back downstairs?”
“Won’t everyone know what we’ve been doing?” Willow asked, and it was my turn to shrug.
“Does it matter?” I asked. “You’ve agreed to be my ol’ lady, and it’s not like we fucked in front of everyone.”
She sat up and began to pick at her nails. “I’m new to all this, Dean. I don’t want to screw something up and lose you like I did before.”
I leaned up on my elbow and brushed some hair from her shoulder as I explained, “There isn’t anything that would makeyou lose me, darlin’. You’ve always been it for me, and there’s no one to stand in our way this time.”
She didn’t seem sure, so I decided I was going to do whatever was necessary to make her believe my words. I knew some of her past, but the last six years were a mystery, and as soon as the Rally was over, I was getting her moved to Rapid City and discovering every little nuance about her.
Hoots echoed through the window, and she glanced at it before exhaling. “I guess we need to get back, don’t we?”
“We’d be bad hosts to your brother if we didn’t,” I reasoned, and she gave a nod.
I slid from the bed and walked to the attached bathroom to wet a washrag for her. I returned to find her picking her clothes up from the floor. Stepping in front of her, I whispered, “Spread ‘em.”
She did as I requested, and I gently cleaned the evidence of our connection from her before tossing the rag into the dirty clothes basket against the wall. We both got dresses, occasionally looking at each other with a smile before pulling another piece of clothing on.
After we were both redressed, I pulled my cut on and took her hand into mine as we walked out of the bedroom. Walking down the small hallway, I asked, “Where did you learn to fight like that?”
She smiled at me as we walked down the stairs and the prospect stepped to the side. “My brother taught me when I was twelve and he was sixteen. He didn’t like his friends making passes at me, so he taught me how to fight.”
“Remind me to buy him a drink,” I replied with a chuckle.
As we walked through the crowd inside the clubhouse, a few offered sly smiles and nods that I didn’t think Willow saw, but when we opened the front door and walked outside, thecheers and claps made her turn her face against my chest in embarrassment.
“Don’t hide now, darlin’. Be proud of what you did,” I remarked to her as I guided her toward her brother and a few of his men standing near the bonfire.
I saw the table of ladies smiling and waving us over, and I lifted one finger, telling them we’d be right there. As we approached her brother, one of his men tapped him on his shoulder and pointed toward us. Ghost turned around, and Willow pulled herself a little closer to me as he approached us.
“Damn, Willow. I never expected that from you,” Ghost remarked, laughter filling his voice.
She shrugged. “You always said to get the first hit in.”
“Damn straight,” he said and offered her his closed fist.
It was a sign of respect, and I felt her straighten up as she returned the fist-bump. Looking around, Willow asked, “Did that nasty skank leave?”
“Someone said they’d take her back to her people, and she left shortly after you got carried off,” Ghost replied. “Do you want a drink?”
