“Yeah, you too, Nix.” I smile, taking a seat next to Jesse.
“Bell, you know Nix, Sy, Holly and Kadence.” Jesse points to the faces I’m familiar with. “This ugly fucker is Beau.” He motions first to a man with long hair that’s pulled back in a small ponytail. I remember him from the first night I was here. Only in the light of the day, he doesn’t look so scary.
“Hi,” I wave awkwardly and watch his smile transform his dark looks into something completely different. Calmer. Sexier?
“And this is Brooks and his wife, Kelly. Their daughter over there is Mia.” He points first to an older man. His face hidden by a beard, dark with flecks of grey. I move my eyes over to his wife, Kelly. My first thought is she’s younger. A lot younger, but I’m not thrown by it. She smiles and waves before saying hello.
“Hi.” I wave back. “Your daughter is cute.” I look over to the small blonde-haired girl playing with an older boy who looks to be twelve maybe thirteen years old.
“That’s our son, Z.” Kadence notices me looking at him. I nod, remembering Jesse telling me about Z.
“You okay, Bell?” Holly asks, eyeing me curiously. She saw my tears before Jesse took me to his room, and it warms my heart that she’s worried for me.
“She’s fine,” Jesse answers for me, halting the conversations at the table.
“Holy shit! Did you just see it?” Nix asks, and grins split over Kadence and Holly’s faces. See what?
“I fucking told you so. You all owe me ten dollars, ” Sy says, weighing in and now I’m completely lost.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jesse grumbles, causing them all to break out in laughter.
“Fuck, he’s a goner,” Nix continues to push, causing Jesse to stand.
“Don’t fucking start. You don’t know shit.” He continues to be pissed while everyone else seems so happy. What the hell is everyone talking about?
“We’re out of here.” He leans down and takes my hand, pulling me up to stand with him.
“We are?” I ask, confused, considering he was the one who dragged me out here in the first place.
“Yeah, I gotta be somewhere,” he says as he starts to drag me back inside. I don’t fight him, his hold on me is rough and desperate.
“Bye everyone,” I call out, turning back to wave. I’m sad we are leaving so soon, but maybe next time we can stay longer.
“Bye, Bell,” Holly and Kadence call back, the rest grinning.
“Don’t talk to those assholes,” Jesse growls, setting off another roar of laughter as he pulls me down the hall back to his room.
“Jesse, what’s wrong?” I ask when he slams his door shut.
“Nothing, I just need to be inside of you, right now.” He walks me to the bed and pushes me back. I land in a squeal but his mouth descends to mine before I can protest any further.
“Have to take you, Bell,” he says against my mouth. Need pulses through me at his confession and all thoughts and worries leave me.
“Hmm,” I hum. His hand slides up my inner thigh, under my dress, pushing my panties aside and going straight to my heat.
“Fuck, always so wet, Bell.” His eyes roll back in his head like he’s enjoying it more than me, even though I haven’t touched him yet.
“Jesse,” I sigh when two fingers fill me.
“Always so ready.” His eyes burn in arousal as the corners of his mouth tips up, ready to break out in a knowing grin.
“Just for you.” I agree as his lips move down my neck over my collarbone and across my breasts before he peppers kisses all over my belly. Finally, he’s breathing a hot breath over my cotton panties.
“Jesus, Bell, I’m gonna come apart before I even get to taste you,” he says, and the anticipation of his touch is too much.
“Please, Jesse,” I plead as he slides my panties down my legs.
“Spread them wide for me, dirty girl,” he orders, and like every time he bosses, I do as I am told, spreading my legs wider to expose myself to him.
“Holy mother fucking God.” He drops to his knees, and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My hand moves to cover myself unsure if what I have is enough for Jesse.
“Don’t hide, Bell. I want to see how fucking perfect you are,” he whispers, holding both my hands in his beside my body. His face moves between my legs and my heart rate picks up.
“Jesse, I’ve never.” I look down at him, my nerves eating at me. It’s all too much, having him so close.
“I’ve got you, Bell,” he promises and I believe him. I swallow past my unease as his fingers squeeze my hand and his head descends.
“Oh, God.” The warmth of his tongue as he lightly touches my clit has my hips bucking in frenzy. His grip releases my hands and moves to my stomach, pushing me back to the bed.
“Keep still,” he says before running his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one slow lick. “Jesus Christ, woman, you fucking taste like Heaven.” He moans before feasting on me.
“Holy hell, don’t ever stop,” I beg, losing my head in the foreign bliss.
“I don’t plan to, sweetheart,” he vows, moving his tongue faster through my folds. My hands move to his head, my fingers wrapping around his hair, and pulling in satisfaction.
“Seriously, I don’t want this to end,” I hear myself proclaim as heat builds from my core.
“Hmmm.” His voice rumbles as my hands pull harder, my orgasm heading full speed ahead.
“Oh, God, I’m going to,” I pant, and my hips take over, moving in time with his mouth.
“Now,” His deep, rumbly voice orders before inserting a finger and pumping into me.
“Jesse,” I cry out and my orgasm explodes, pushing me over into the world that’s fast becoming my favorite place.
“Sweetheart, if I could sit and watch you come apart every day, I would die a happy man,” he murmurs, placing his soft, wet lips against the inside of my thigh, over my stomach, moving up to my chest over my neck and ending with my lips.
“See how you taste,” he says, darting his tongue into my mouth. The taste isn’t what I would call amazing, but the act is erotic enough to make me moan.
“I don’t know what to do with you, Bell.” He pulls back and rests his forehead to mine. “I feel like something is happening and I don’t understand it,” he confesses. Again, I get the sincere Jesse.
“I’m not doing anything special, Jesse.” I reach up and place my hands on either side of his face.
“But you are, don’t you see? My whole club can see.”
“See what?” I ask, at a loss.
“See that you make me want to be different. You make me need you,” he whispers, and I understand his fight. He just doesn’t realize that he doesn’t have to fight it. It’s not meant to be hard.
“Is it so bad for you to need someone, Jesse? Is it so bad you want me?”
Seventeen JESSE
“Is it so bad you want me?” She asks so innocently it’s almost laughable.
“Bad, no. Dangerous? Yes.” I pull out of her grasp and she falls back.
“What’s so dangerous about wanting someone, Jesse?” She comes up to her elbows and looks at me.
“Sweetheart, after everything you have been through, the last thing you need is me fucking with your life.”
“Then don’t fuck with me. Don’t hurt me, Jesse.” She sits up and connects her mouth to mine. But I need her to know it’s only inevitable. I push her back, and stand, needing distance.
“But I will. Trust me, Bell. As much as I fucking want this, as much as fighting it gets harder, I’m going to hurt you. I’ve never let anyone in like this, with you, it’s different. Hell, everything is different. I worry about how much I am going to hurt you, or worse, fuck up your life. I’m a bad person, Bell. I’ve fucked up more than you could imagine.” I feel my cock start to soften and I know this isn’t going to end the way I wanted. I needed to be inside of her, now. Not talking about this shit.