Page 62 of Won't Let Go
The sexy heathen bites me harder, and my cock goes from a “oh-my-woman’s-sad-so-I-can’t-get-hard,” to a “holy-hell-do-that-again,” rock solid.
I reach down and spank her sweet ass, and she yips. “That’s what you get for turning me on.”
“Josh,” she drones in true Jade form. “Stop it.”
I spank that ass again, harder this time. “No. You stop it. You keep biting me.”
On a haughty sniff, she argues, “They’re love bites.”
This curvy vixen is up to no good.
I chuckle. “Oh. Are they?”
Knowing where this is gonna lead and fast, I meet Big’s gaze and notch my chin at the door. He reads me loud and fucking clear when he ushers the sisters from Gunz’s home, and just as the door shuts, I slip my hand down the back of my woman’s oversized sweats and find my way to that slick spot right between her thighs, which is, as I suspected, soaking. She groans, all hot and needy at my throat.
Moans carry from the bathroom as someone else seems to have the exact same idea I do. Knowing we shouldn’t be bothered anytime soon, unless Gunz’s sex game is weak, I roll Jade onto her back, shuck those sweats down her thighs, and as she kicks them the rest of the way off, I undo my jeans. Her sweet gasp when she sees how hard I am for her is goddamn poetic.
Shoving the denim down my thighs, I snap my fingers for her to give me her hand and wrap it around my erection, that’s just for her, only her. Her puffy gaze goes soft around the edges as she bites her bottom lip and strokes me, nice and slow, root to tip. I rut into her hand, helping her along, using my precum to lube the way.
Gritting my teeth to keep from getting off too soon, I play with her soft pussy. Rubbing around her nub as she jacks me isso fucking hot. When she moans and spreads her legs for more, I give her just that.
Notching myself between my future wife’s thighs, I make love to her right on my brother’s living room floor because we need this. To wash away the bad and replace it with the good. It’s slow. The connection. The heat. The build.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, Jade pulls me in for a kiss, and when my mouth brushes hers, her back arches off the floor. Tits pressing against my chest, she comes, strangling my cock. In a Pavlovian response to his master, I come, too, right alongside her.
To catch my breath, I drop my face into the crook of Jade’s neck. “Damn, babe.”
Her responding chuckle and pat to my ass as I pull out makes me smile. I sit back with my dick out, covered in cum, and feast down upon the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Her cheeks pinken when she notices me looking… everywhere. Appreciating every inch. Every curve and dimple. Every stretchmark and freckle.
I can’t believe this is mine.
All of it.
Her heart.
Her soul.
Her body.
This pussy and ass.
That sassy mouth.
“Josh.” Jade swats at me and looks away when she grows uncomfortable. I lean down and kiss the roundness of her stomach, right where my son grew. My lips linger there as I breathe her in—flowery soap and sex, the best combination.
Jade’s fingers sift through my hair. “I love you,” she whispers.
The organ in my chest fills with so much joy, I’m worried it might explode as I nuzzle her belly and try to keep my emotions in check. “And I love you.” With every part of me.
“No. Josh. I mean… I… I… I…” Jade trails off, and I get it. This is new for her. It’s a big fucking adjustment. But I’m not going anywhere. The heart wants what the heart wants, and she’s always been mine. Now it’s time to make that shit official.
22
JADE
Never,in my wildest dreams, did I think I’d be standing in front of a jukebox, inside a biker clubhouse, barefoot, wearing a sexy, pinup style black and red dress, surrounded by my closest friends and family, as I say, “I do.” Yet here we are. Hunter’s standing as Josh’s best man in a t-shirt and jeans, as Loretta stands as my maid of honor, in leopard-print leggings and her signature Cher wig. Then there’s Big—the impossibly tall president, with his long hair and imposing voice, leading the charge as Josh’s eyes fill with tears, and his clammy hands, clasped in mine, tremble. Despite my frazzled nerves as I dressed in Josh’s room, I’m now calm. Ready. Which is strange, given how fast everything has happened.
