Page 47 of Won't Let Go
“How?”
“Do you want the real reason or the watered-down, friend reason?” If she’s a sane woman, she’ll want the watered-down version. It’s less complicated that way, but I know her. She’s not sane enough to go the easy route.
“The real. Duh.”
See.
On a pained groan, I flick my chin to the cups Jade filled for us. “Then I’m gonna need some food first and that glass of OJ.”
With a shallow nod, she silently agrees. Offering her my hand, I tug her upright before scooting her to the edge of the counter, where I haul her pussy against my spent cock. She blinks up at me, all adorable and shit. A mixture of surprise and nerves lingers in her pretty gaze. Knowing I can’t kiss her, evenif I want to, I peck her cheek and grip her juicy ass. But I linger there, touching her, listening to her little sounds, before I help her off the counter by dragging her entire front down mine. It’s delicious, all those curves rubbing against me. Her tits smashed against my abs. Trapping her against the cabinets, I peck her cheek once more before stepping back to give her space to move.
The mood is… I don’t even know… weird? Awkward? It’s something… as we separate ways to finish our breakfast together. I don’t bother cleaning up the sticky evidence in my boxers, and she doesn’t put her bottoms back on. We plate our pancakes, collect the syrup and butter, and meet at the kitchen table. I scoop an enormous pile of butter onto her plate, and she flashes me a shy smile. There’s not much about Jade I don’t know. How she likes her pancakes is filed away with everything else. Like her popcorn order and how she likes her clit sucked.
I pour a disturbing amount of syrup over my mountain of pancakes and cut a healthy piece with the side of my fork.
“So?” Jade prompts around a bite. The side of her cheek pouches out like a chipmunk as she looks up at me expectantly.
Here goes nothin’.
“I’ve been saving myself for you.”
Eyes rounding to the size of the sun, Jade chokes on her mouthful, swallows hard, and sputters as she smacks the center of her chest before chugging half her juice in one go.
My cheeks singe with awkwardness, but I power on. Resting my elbow on the table, I heave an audible sigh. “Big gave me a month to be here and get shit in order. That includes coming clean with my feelings. I know it’s not the most opportune time, but I’ve kept them to myself for years. You tryin’ to kill yourself kinda bumped up the timeline.”
I pause a beat to see if Jade has anything to say. Her eyes lock on mine when she dips her chin, urging me to go on. “Look. I don’t expect anything from you. I’m not stickin’ around on theoff chance you might be into me. I’m here because I love you. I will always love you. I will always have your back… and if you see me that way, too, maybe you’ll keep wearin’ that ring, and eventually we’ll make it official.” I flick my eyes to said ring, cozy around her finger. It fits her just as I knew it would. Perfect.
“You and Hunter are much safer if I claim you. You’ll have more than just the mother chapter at your back. You’ll have the entire fuckin’ cavalry of the Sacred Sinners. Nobody fucks with our old ladies or our kids.”
Swallowing a bite of pancake, Jade nods as if she gets what I’m puttin’ down.
“I think we’ve covered, you’re mine. Whether you see it that way or not, it doesn’t matter to me. If you find another man, you’re still gonna be mine. If you stay single, you’re always gonna be mine. Yeah, I chose not to get my dick wet because I’d much rather give it to you. Which, if you haven’t gathered, ain’t a Sacred Sinner thing to do. Most of the brothers fuck whatever they can, whenever they can. I can’t say I haven’t touched women, but I ain’t fucked ‘em. My dick, should you want it, will always be yours. Hell. It’ll be yours even if you don’t.”
“Josh—”
Not ready for her rejection, I cut her off. “I want your brand, sweetheart. Right here.” Scooting my chair back, I pull the leg of my boxers up to show the inside of my thigh, right where my brothers are branded for their old ladies. Not everyone does it. It’s an old-school tradition that’s been phased out over the years, but my brother, Gunz, did it for his old lady, Kit. Jade deserves the same respect. To know she owns me as much as I own her. Whether I’m home or on the road, I’ve got her with me. If only she knew how true that already was.
“You’re serious.”
“Very.”
“About all of it.”
“Yep.”
“What if I don’t want more kids?”
“Then we won’t have ‘em.”
“You might change your mind and want them later,” she argues, like that would somehow sway me.
“I won’t. I’ve got Hunter. If you don’t want more, we won’t have ‘em.” I’m more than happy with it just bein’ the three of us. At some point, Hunter will knock up a chick, hopefully someone he plans to stay with, and we’ll do the grandparent thing. I’ll get my kid fix that way. Or I can do it at the clubhouse. There are plenty of kids to choose from to play uncle to.
Instead of leaving it at that, the hellcat tries to dissuade me in a different way. It’s damn cute to see her try. “I’ll be in my forties, Josh, when you’re in your thirties. I’m gonna age faster than you.”
Some of us enjoy a mature woman. I happen to be one of them.
“I know how math works, babe. But I don’t give a fuck. Since when have you known me to be indecisive?”
