“You picture The Last Riders as the good guys and men who aren’t as villains. I’m not a villain, and I have no desire to become a Last Rider to prove it to you.”
Jewell felt warm arms wrap around her waist as Rory pressed himself against her back.
“I can get why you’re so wary. The father of your child ran instead of standing up and being a man, and your father turned his back on you when you needed him most. That had to have a profound effect on you, as well as losing your child. Hell, I would have fallen in love with Reaper if I had been you. He helped you get on your feet again, but it doesn’t mean I can’t hold the same weight as he. I just carry it differently. Get to know me before you keep making more judgments about whether I’m worthy of having your trust.”
Jewell turned in his arms. “I’ll try.”
“Cool. That’s all I’m asking.” Slowly, he started unwinding the strings around her waist.
“What are you doing?”
“About to reward you for choosing the right guy.” Pulling her top off, he let it fall to the floor.
Jewell provocatively rubbed the tips of her breast across his chest. “You going to try to out fuck Shade because I told Stud he would give better lessons?”
His chest shook in laughter. “No, I meant I’m going to give you more than a Nickel’s worth.”
“Were you jealous?”
“Yes. I still am.”
Winding an arm around his neck, she rested her body against him pliantly at his easy admission.
“How in the fuck am I supposed to get these pants off?”
Jewell grinned when Rory gave a frustrated sigh. Letting him go, she started rolling her waistband down as she expertly wiggled out of the tight-fitting pants.
“Jesus … you could make a fortune if you let people watch.” He gave her an appreciative pat on her ass before sitting down on the end of the bed to watch.
Continuing to roll the pants down, Jewell bent over unashamedly, letting her breasts sway just inches from his face. He clasped his fingers around one taut nipple.
Freeing one foot, she managed to kick them away. Enticingly, she then pushed her breast harder into his hold. “Luckily for you, I’m free of charge.”
Rory’s face went serious. “Nothing about you is free. You take a toll on my fucking heart every time you touch me.”
Releasing her breast, Rory stood up to remove his clothes. When his cock was free, Jewell started to go down on her knees, only to find herself lifted into the air, his hands on her thighs, to set her on the dresser. On his knees, he placed a kiss on each of her thighs before laying them over his shoulders.
Her fingers curled over the wood of the dresser when the flat of his tongue delved between the lips of her pussy. Gasping in pleasure, she gave in to the arousing manipulation of his tongue on her responsive flesh.
“Your pussy tastes like honey.” Turning his head to the side, Rory took a small nip of her inner thigh.
Jewell would have sworn she felt the bite on her clit.
“Is Stud going to feel like this when Sex Piston does that on Stud’s arm?” Biting her bottom lip to keep from coming, Jewell felt as if he had just plugged the cap off a hand grenade.
“Yes.”
“Your advice should come with a warning.” Leaning forward, she started kissing a muscled shoulder.
As he rose to stand between her thighs, Jewell gave a shuddering moan when he started pushing his cock inside her slick warmth.
“You’re the one who should come with a warning.”
Jewell smiled against his shoulder. “What should it say?”
“Enter at your own risk.”
Jewell scooted her ass closer to his plunging hips, her ass smacking down on the dresser as she bucked to pull him higher inside of her.
Their eyes met as they fucked. She had lost count of the number of men who she had fucked after losing Michael. Able to keep her heart at a distance, she had taken a respite from each encounter, the gnarling pain of not only losing her child, but both her brothers; who had died too young without knowing a woman’s love, having children, a full, rich life, compounded by a father and mother who could have breached the divide, but hadn’t. Since Rory’s arrival, the gnarling pain was still there, but had become more bearable.
Her mind went back to when Ginny had talked to her about a toothache, and Jewell now realized what she had been trying to say. Once experiencing the pain of a toothache, you never forgot the agony, yet you only remembered it when it was brought up. It was a pain that could be endured.
Was the pain gone for good? Or when Rory left, would the ache return? Jewell didn’t know if she was strong enough to take that biting pain anymore. She was so fucking tired of hurting, of being fucking lonely with no one to call her own.