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Lapping at her delicious pussy, I lick a path along her. Her arousal is sweet on my tongue and I sip it up. She moans, writhing underneath me when I shove my tongue inside, followed by my fingers. She whimpers, lifting herself to meet my mouth. My fingers work her pussy while my mouth suckles her clit. Her legs shake and her whimpers turn to pants. Her hips bucking up pushing me deeper inside of her.
“Jase.” Rayne cries out her need for me. Her spasms turn to trembles as my tongue flicks and sucks, my fingers pumpingin and out hard. She tries to muffle her scream but I dive deeper, harder and faster, ripping that glorious sound from her throat. Her fingers knot in my hair as she comes hard on my face, her knees shuddering and she sinks back onto the mattress, “I need you inside of me, Jase. Now.”
Her plea drives me to the edge, I can’t hold out any longer. My cock is throbbing, aching for release. I stand between her knees yanking at my belt with a raw hunger that only she can elicit. She rises to meet me, her hands frantic, desperate to get me out my jeans. Her fingers work at my zipper and reach inside. An electrifying bolt shoots through me as we work them down my legs and I kick them off.
My hands grip her ass and yank her back toward the edge of the mattress when she scoots back to make room for me. I’m so fucking hard it hurts, there’s no time for coddling. I want to sink my aching cock deep inside her sweet pussy and make her scream again. I grip her legs and hoist them up to my shoulders, opening her wide for me and slide inside. She’s so wet, I slip right in. I growl immediately at the warmth of her sweet, soft pussy wrapped around me. My thrusts slam into her hard and fast. Rayne cries out for me again, arching her back and clawing at the mattress for support. Her cries of pleasure drive me out of my mind. My girl doesn’t need soft and tender, she needs to be pummeled. She’s so fucking responsive and I’m more than happy to give it to her. Rayne raises her hips, pushing against me, driving my thrust deep. The sounds she’s making are so fucking hot I can’t hold back my own. Our desperation reaches its peak. My balls seize up and jerk taut as I explode thick hot torrents deep inside of her pulsating pussy as it drains me of all that I have. I give her all of it thrusting deep once more as I fill her.
Sweaty and breathless, we collapse on the bed. I slump against her, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. We’re bothweak and exhausted from the way I defiled her body. Slowly I withdraw my sated cock and ease her up onto the pillows, settling in next to her as the haze lifts.
Chapter 19
Rayne
My body is sore and tired, the strain evident in the dark circles under my eyes and the way my movements are slow and stiff but I can’t sleep. I look over at Jase, and despite my aching heart a smile twists at the corners of my lips. Jase lies there, peaceful in sleep despite the bandages and bruises covering his body. His arm is draped over his face, snoring lightly, covered in only a bedsheet. Finding myself in his arms after all these years, is more than I ever could have dreamed up. Despite thinking he was dead, I spent many nights fantasizing about moments like this. My eyes trace over the familiar contours of his face, taking in the stubble on his jaw and the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. Inhaling the scent of sweat and sex that fills the room. Jase’s musky aroma coating my skin is comforting and intoxicating.
Untangling myself from the sheets, I ease out of the bed so I don’t wake him. Grabbing my backpack from the floor, I slip into the bathroom to clean myself up. I stand under the hot spray of the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my body. The tension in my muscles eases as I let out a deepsigh. The warm water from the shower washes away the sweat, leaving me feeling refreshed but Jase’s scent circles down the drain and I immediately miss it. I reach for his soap, inhaling deeply as I slide it over my skin. After what feels like hours but is probably only minutes, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. Drying myself with a fresh towel hanging over the back of the toilet.
I dig in my bag to find something fresh to put on. I packed in such a hurry, my clothes are knotted together. Pulling on clean yoga pants and a soft tee-shirt, I notice a small piece of material folded up in it. I separate the two items and draw Lilly’s little dress to my face, inhaling her innocence. Tears draw to my eyes. I knew this would hurt but I underestimated how much. I’ve come to love that little girl like my own and now I have to give her up.
The growling in my stomach reminds me how long it’s been since I’ve eaten but I can’t bring myself to leave the room just yet. I don’t know what I’ll find when I do. Is Lilly scared and waiting for me or is she happy and not needing me at all? Several minutes pass by and I can no longer ignore the rumble. After what Jase did to my body, I’m beyond famished. Holding the dress tight in my grip, I tiptoe past Jase and out into the hallway.
As if it was calling to me, the smell of food wafts up to the balcony, making my stomach growl even louder. I follow the sounds from the common area below and make my way down stairs. I tell myself it’s to find food but there’s no denying I hope to see Lilly.
Stepping off the bottom step, the woman in the apron nearly smacks into me as she rounds the stairs from the double doors beyond them.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry.” I say halting myself to a stop so she doesn’t drop the platter of sandwiches she’s carrying.
“No worries. You look hungry. Come.” She gives me a warm smile and motions for me to follow her. ‘I’m Cat, by the way.”
Despite the eyes on me, I follow her to a table avoiding eye contact with everyone, feeling self-conscious. “Sit. Eat.”
Cat places a plate in front of me and I thank her before taking a bite. The bread is soft and warm, filled with layers of cheese, ham, and vegetables. It’s simple but delicious. I’m so hungry I eat it all in a few large bites.
I glance around the room as I eat, noticing that it’s filled with members of the club again. Some sitting on couches or at tables like me, others standing around chatting with each other. Everyone seems comfortable here, like they belong. As my eyes drift around the room, my focus wanders off between bites. The sweet sound of Lilly’s laughter catches my attention. She’s watching her favorite princess movie on the TV. Her joy is infectious and it warms my heart to see her so happy. I watch as she claps her hands in excitement at a funny scene, her mother laughing along with her.
But my moment of bliss is soon interrupted when Raven gets up from the couch and makes eye contact with me. Leaving Lilly to finish her show with another woman, Raven walks toward me.
My guilt is eating away at me. I kept Lilly… I mean Paige, away from her mother for so long. I remind myself that I wasn’t responsible for her kidnapping. I took care of her. I loved her. If it wasn’t for me there’s no telling what would have happened to her. Hawk would have never returned her to her family. I know that much is true.
“We need to have a talk.” Raven slides into the chair next to me. She’s striking. The way she carries herself is fitting for a President's Ol’ Lady. Up close, I can see even more of the resemblance in her face. I want to demand a DNA test but there’sno mistaking Paige is her daughter. It’s no wonder Chainz took an immediate dislike to me. He saw it the second he spotted her in the backseat of my car. The tension hanging in the air between us is thick. I thought about what I would say to her. How I was going to apologize for what I’ve done but now that she’s sitting next to me, words fail me. A lump forms in my throat. I cast my eyes lower, unable to make eye contact.
Raven fumbles absentmindedly with the bracelet around her wrist. “I want to thank you.” She finally says, extending her hands across the table, palms up. I notice the jagged scar on her wrist under the bracelet and my heart skips a beat wondering how it got there. Knowing that pain all too well. Raven follows my line of sight and swallows hard.
“These scars are a reminder of the night I lost Paige. Fuel told you about the accident but what he didn’t tell you is it should have been me they took. The glass from the windshield shattered and sliced an artery. I was bleeding out when two men came to the car. I was trapped so they left me and took Paige instead.” Tears form in Raven’s eyes. “It never should have been her and I thank God, she found her way to you. I don’t know how I survived and there were days I wish I hadn’t. I spend so many nights making myself sick thinking about what could be happening to her. So thank you for taking care of her.”
“That little girl saved my life.” I confess, turning my palms upright in a similar fashion. Raven’s eyes widen at the light scars running along my own wrists. “I had been under Hawk’s control for so long. The abuse never ended. There was no way I was getting away from him. Not alive anyways so I tried to end it. I didn’t know what else to do. Storm found me and took care of me. He knew my desperation and was working on a way to get me out of there but before I was well enough to leave, Hawk and Viper came back to the clubhouse with a baby. He didn’t tell me where she came from or how he got her but I knew itwasn’t good. Nothing with Hawk ever was. He needed someone to take care of her until she was old enough to make him a profit. I needed a way out. I didn’t expect him to accept my demands but he did. That’s how desperate he was. Everything he gave me came at a price but every day I had her gave me purpose and the will to live.”
Ravens hands close around mine, “You still have a purpose, Rayne. That little girl still needs you and so do I.”
“For what?” I ask, confused by her statement.
“The Krymson Destroyers aren’t like the club you came from. We are a family. One that takes care of each other. Paige doesn’t know me anymore but she trusts you. We both need you. Together we can make sure she grows up happy and safe. With both of us in her life.”
“Do you mean that?” I ask, searching her eyes for the truth.
“One hundred percent. You’re just as much her mom as I am.”
For several moments, we sit together clutching onto each other like a lifeline until Paige’s head pops above the back of the couch and her sweet voice calls out, “Mommy.”
