Jake’s Angel (King’s Of Fury MC #2)

Chapter 37

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

JAKE

“Good. Now, what’s this about your first real kiss and a hot biker at the diner?” I arch my brow.

Avery, in a frustrated huff, goes to move away, but I’m just fucking with her.

“Nothing. Just forget I said anything,” she sasses. “The guy turned out to be an ass anyway.” Waving her hand, trying to get some space between us.

Not a chance, Angel.

I pull her harder to me, intent on keeping her pressed against my hard … everything.

“Oh, no. I think we should definitely talk about it.” I’m being smug about it, my shit-eating grin making her glare even harder. “How was it? Did he get you all hot and bothered?” I ask, and the perfect shade of pink rises on her beautiful face. I’ll admit it’s a stroke to my ego.

Not letting her embarrassment get the better of her, the little witch says, “It was … nice. ” The way Avery says it, very casually, with the scrunch of her face and the shrug of her shoulders— it’s game on.

Slowly I bring my mouth to hers. This kiss is much softer, gentler, more intimate than the one in the diner. This time I nip, suck, tease as Avery’s body melts into mine.

Nice my ass.

As if she’s moving on instinct, her hands curl up around my neck, threading her fingers through my hair and giving it a slight tug. I groan letting her know it was the right thing to do. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, licking and swirling as we battle one another for control. I bite her lower lip. She moans and whimpers and I swallow them all with smug satisfaction.

Reaching down, I grab Avery’s tight little ass, groaning when my hands find my bare flesh. I lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist as I backpedal toward a chair behind me. I drop us to sit the chair, never breaking the kiss. With Avery straddling my waist, I know she can feel the length of my hard cock as I pull her closer against me. Her little whimpers spur me on, and I rub her clit along my length.

Her hips start to move more feverishly, rubbing and grinding against me, searching for her release.

Stilling Avery’s movements, I break the kiss. One hand is firmly gripping the nape of her neck, the other is rubbing slow circles up and down her thigh. Leaning my forehead against hers, I murmur “Tell me what you want, Angel, and I’ll give it to you.”

I’m happy she’s been able to muster up enough courage to want to have sex with me, but I need her to tell me every detail about the things she wants me to do to her. She has to learn she can trust me to take care of her, in all things, even sex.

She shakes her head delicately and I watch intently as she struggles to say the words.

“I … I don’t know. This is … I’ve never thought about …”

“You’ve never fantasized about sex? About me? What you want me to do or how it would feel?” Her cheeks are a deep shade of red now.

I chuckle into her neck, planting slow, sensual kisses there, one after another, up to her ear and back down again. She gasps. My hand is slowly inching its way up her thigh, still drawing circles, intermittently grabbing and kneading at the flesh until I reach the edge of her thong. I run my finger up and down the seam of her folds, groaning my approval.

“I love you’re so wet for me, Angel. Do you want me to touch you here?” I press my finger to her clit, applying just a little pressure, enough to make her whimper with need but not enough to take the edge off. “You need to come, baby? I can help you with that. You just need to tell me what you want.”

“ Fucking hell .” She gasps out in frustration.

I smile against her neck. I’m enjoying torturing her.

Avery succumbs to the need and musters up just enough courage to whisper, “Please, Jake” in my ear. I growl, taking her mouth with mine in a rough, dominating kiss. My finger slides under the edge of her panties, shifting them to the side, gliding up and down her slick folds, coating it with her juices, and lightly circling her clit with my thumb. I haven’t stopped devouring her mouth, keeping her hovering just at the edge of release.

Avery’s moans get louder when I push my finger inside her, thrusting it slowly in and out, letting her get used to the feel of me. I add a second finger, stretching her further. She hisses, but she’s so caught up, moving her body in time with my hand, she doesn’t notice my hand leaving her nape to unzip her dress, pulling it down to expose her breast. It’s not until I let go of her mouth and latch onto her nipple and suck that she realizes what I’m doing.

She doesn’t fight me or stiffen up. Avery is enjoying everything I’m doing to her. In between moans, her breathing turns into a series of panting. Her hips are moving to the rhythm of my pulsing fingers, grinding down on my hand, seeking more friction. Her back arches, forcing her breast further into my mouth, and it’s my turn to moan. Avery is so close to shattering I can see it on her face. She’s struggling with something.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

“I feel everything coiling tight like a spring inside me. I don’t know … I can’t …”

Pulling her mouth down to mine, I whisper, “Let go for me, Angel” and she does. I kiss her down from her orgasm, and I watch as her release washes over her.

“Fucking beautiful,” I rasp, kissing Avery’s forehead. She collapses against me, unable to move.

“Was that a first too, Angel?” She nods against my chest.

I stand from the chair, lifting her with me, and carry her through the house to my room. I gently set her on her feet, cupping her face with my hands. Her dress pools around her waist, and I immediately sense her nervousness. Pulling back so I can see her eyes, I ask, “Is this okay, Angel? I’m not going to push you if you’re not ready.”

She nods in response, but I need more. “I need the words, babe. I need to hear that you’re okay with this. With us .”

Come on, Angel.

Avery looks up at me from under those long lashes, her emerald eyes glistening. She bites her bottom lip, then after just a second of hesitation, she whispers, “Yes, Jake. I’m okay with us.”

“I have to tell you, I fucking love this dress—but it’s time for it to go.” Her eyes darken. Her heated gaze pulls me closer, and I pull her dress down the rest of her body. Avery shivers when my fingers graze the side of her breast.

I know the look I’m giving her is predatory, because I feel like an animal ready to ravage his prey.

Her dress drops to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her lacy thong. I take a step back to admire her naked body. I quietly stare for a moment too long. I see the second Avery’s thoughts get the better of her when she crosses her arms over her stomach, crisscrossing them so she can hide her scars on her hips with her hands.

I scowl at her for a second, not because I’m mad at her, but because I want nothing more than to end the fucker who made her feel all these insecurities.

Taking a step closer, I tenderly remove Avery’s hands and uncross her arms, pulling them away from her body and bringing them both to my mouth for a kiss.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Angel. You don’t have to be ashamed of your scars. They’re a part of you. Part of what makes you special.”

“Scars don’t make me special. They make me damaged.” She whispers, and a single tear rolls down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb and rest my hand there.

“You’re wrong, baby. They show what a fighter you are. You’re loyal and you care for the people in your life. You kept your secret, held onto the memories and the pain to keep your family safe. You are brave, Angel. Even if it means wrecking yourself, you fight to the core for those you love to protect them. That makes you special, Avery. It’s one of the things I love most about you.” Her breath catches. “I see you . All of you .”

Avery grabs my face and slams her mouth to mine.

I groan my approval and immediately move my hands to her hair, taking control. When I feel Avery smile against my lips, I pull back to see her face.

“What are you smiling about?” Her cute little blush is back.

“I’m just happy, is all.” I smile back at her.

“I’m about to make you a whole lot happier.”

I begin with a leisurely pace, my hands exploring down her neck, over her shoulders, and tracing along the sides of her breasts. Using my thumbs, I graze over her nipples and watch as her eyes become heated.

So responsive. Noted.

Wrapping my hands around both breasts, I squeeze lightly, while continuing to rub circles around her nipples, and kiss down her neck, adding to the sensation. She tilts her head, granting me better access.

Avery’s panting already.

I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking while pinching and pulling at the other, pulling another moan from her.

Squeezing one breast with one hand, I knead and rub her ass with the other, and whisper in her ear, “You like that, don’t you, Angel? You like my mouth on your pretty pink nipples and my hands all over your body.” An incoherent moan is her only response. “Tell me.” I demand. “I like it when you touch me, Jake.”