Jake’s Angel (King’s Of Fury MC #2)

Chapter 38

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

AVERY

He’s lifting me off the ground again. I wrap my legs around him. This time, he walks me over to his bed and gently lays me down. “I’m going to do a lot more than touch you, Angel,” he says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Oh God!

He takes off his cut and sets it over the back of a chair against the wall. Reaching over his back, he tugs his shirt off with one hand, giving me that glorious view that I’ve been ogling through Liz’s kitchen window. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, chiseled abs and that glorious v that disappears in the waistband of his jeans. The man is perfection, and for tonight, he’s all mine.

He unbuttons and removes his belt, but leaves his pants on as he walks back to the bed. I’m slightly disappointed to be the only one whose clothing has been stripped away, but I quickly forget my disappointment when his mouth is on my body again. He trails my body with his tongue and soft kisses from my belly to my breast, to my neck and back down again, pinning my hips down with his hands.

I squirm with every touch. Partly because it tickles and causes goosebumps to spring up all over my body, and partly because he is driving me crazy with need. I need more , but I don’t know what more I need or how to ask for it. All I know is the way he’s touching me has my body tingling and heating all over the place— but it’s not enough .

“I need to get you ready for me, baby. I need to taste you. You good with that?” My back is arching with every stroke of his tongue over my nipple. “Angel, I need you to tell me. Give me the words, what do you want?”

Here he goes again with the wanting me to talk thing. Doesn’t he get that my brain is no longer in control of anything right now?

My body is so aroused and stimulated, all I want is for him to keep going. Just don’t stop what you’re doing.

He chuckles and replies, “Not a chance, baby.”

Shit! I must’ve said it out loud.

He drops his weight on me, pinning me to the bed as he comes back up to ravish my mouth. Until suddenly he’s gone. I feel the loss of his warmth, his weight, and his touch, and my eyes spring open.

He’s stopped moving, hovering above me, searching, waiting.

“I want you, Jake.” I state breathlessly.

He grins devilishly and then his mouth claims mine again, and the warmth of his naked chest returns to mine. He’s not giving me a chance to catch my breath before his hands peel my panties partially down my hips.

Jake breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth back down my neck, chest, belly, and stopping just above my sex where Kyle’s initial is branded into my flesh. I take a deep breath and hold it.

Moment of truth. Is he going to want me once he’s reminded of the broken girl I truly am?

He feels my body go rigid, but Jake doesn’t stop lavishing me with his adoration. I’m fighting to hold back tears as I feel his tongue circling the burn mark. “I’ll cover this with a mark of my own when it’s healed enough. You won’t even know that asshole was here,” he affirms, reaching his hand up, removing my panties the rest of the way slowly as he moves from one burn to the next, circling and kissing each one.

What is he doing?

Bringing his head to rest on his hands on my belly, watching me. “They’re a part of you, Angel, and now you’re a part of me. Let me take this memory away for you and make it into something beautiful. He tried to break you that night. But he only managed to crack the surface. Let me put your pieces back together. I promise I’ll never let anyone try to break you again. I’ll kill any motherfucker who even thinks it.” His eyes are dark, but it’s not his lust and desire staring back at me. It’s determination and promise. A dark, sinister promise.

Reaching down, I run my hand through his hair. He groans, closing his eyes at my touch, softening to me again. “Let me make you mine,” he whispers—watching, waiting, with sincerity and desire alight in his eyes.

“Yes, Jake.” It’s all I needed to say. He slides his body down, then his tongue is there . He licks my center from back to front and back again, slowly, several times. I’m squirming all over the place.

Oh, I like this. This is so good.

The tingling sensation in the pit of my belly is building, getting stronger and stronger, and then it’s gone.

What the hell?

His hands are alternating between caressing and squeezing my ass, thighs, and hips. He’s taking his time, intentionally circling, licking, sucking, teasing my slit. The sensation builds again. I start to wiggle, grabbing onto his hair, trying to pull him closer while simultaneously pulling away. The frustration of not getting what I need is driving me crazy.

He chuckles and stops again.

Looking down, I see him smiling against my thigh. The infuriating man knows what he’s doing to me!

I’m just about to yell at him when he dives back in, ferociously attacking me with his tongue. Watching me, with a predatory gleam in his eyes as he grabs my hips, pins them in pace and attacks my slit with his tongue, pushing one finger inside and then two, pumping in and out. My legs shake as the feeling down low intensifies. He curls his fingers and suddenly wave upon wave of immense pleasure pulse through my body. My legs are trembling, my stomach jolts, and the tingling that was once in my belly is everywhere. I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath, and smile. That was the more I needed.

“You’re beautiful when you come.” He’s leaning over my face, holding himself up on his forearms when I open my eyes. I’m trying to catch my breath as I slowly come back down from my state of orgasmic bliss. “How are you feeling, Angel?”

I smile. I can feel the heat as my face flushes red, but I don’t care.

“That good, huh?”

“That was amazing.” He chuckles.

“Are you ready for me?” Reality clicks back in, and my body is buzzing for more.

Hell yes.

He brings his mouth to cover mine and the dancing of tongues begins again, teasingly. My hands find their way into his hair, pulling and tugging. When we finally break apart, Jake makes quick work of shedding his jeans and briefs and rolling on a condom. I watch his every move, taking in every line and crease of his muscular body with each movement he makes. I soak in every inch of him, memorizing each detail from his tattooed chest and arms to his gorgeous blue eyes, to his … oh my. “You’re huge.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “You’re good for my ego, Angel. But don’t worry, you’ll stretch to take me.”

I hope he’s right.

Jake positions himself above me, rubbing his cock against my entrance, coating it with my juices. He leans in closer and kisses me slowly, sensually, drawing all my focus to the feel of his tongue in my mouth. There’s a tenderness to him. A seriousness. Every touch, every kiss, even his breath on my skin, is intentional.

“Breathe, Angel.” He gently pushes inside me until he feels resistance. I do as he says and breathe deep as he pushes his way inside, taking my innocence. Bringing his eyes to meet mine, he growls, “Mine.”

Once he’s all the way in, he stills inside me while he kisses my neck, giving the pain a chance to subside. “You okay?”

It stings, and the stretch is painful, but it doesn’t last long.

“I’m good.” I reach up and place his face between my hands, rubbing my thumb across his bottom lip. He pushes his forehead to mine and sucks on the end of my thumb before he withdraws and eases back in.

“You’re mine now, Angel. Every bit of you. This sweet little pussy of yours is mine. These sweet lips, your sexy little body, every bit of you is mine. No one else will ever touch you again. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” I nod.

It’s just for tonight. He doesn’t mean it. But I’ll allow myself this one night to believe I’m his.

It’s all a beautiful sentiment and I want so badly to believe him. I can only stay in this moment with him and enjoy it while it lasts. Because eventually, I’m sure he’ll come to his senses.

“The scars, the past they don’t matter anymore. This. You and me, this is all that matters. No one will take you and hide you away from me again. Never again.” Another stupid tear slips down my face.

God, I’m such a freaking cry baby!

He kisses away my tears and begins moving inside me.

He finds the spot that makes me tingly inside, and another orgasm rips through me.

How does he do that?

I hear him laugh and open my eyes to see him smiling down at me. I look at him, confused for a second, while he continues gliding in and out of my body, thrusting a little harder with each pass. There’s a coiling sensation building inside of me and with no warning, everything explodes within me again. He leans his forehead against mine, thrusting one, two, three more times until finally I feel the rush of warmth from his release.

He collapses on top of me, holding his weight on his elbows. His head resting in the crook of my neck. We stay like this for a few minutes, breathing each other in while the world comes back into focus.

He’s the one to finally break the silence.

“I don’t think you really want to know how I learned to do that, but I’m happy you find my skills are to your satisfaction.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, then rolls to the side. I turn over to face him, confused at his statement when he informs me, “You asked how I do that?”

Both my hands fly to cover my now tomato red face. I really need to do something about my mouth. He laughs at me, pulling my hands away from my face. “You’re cute when you’re blushing.”

“Shut up.” I slap his chest. “I don’t mean to do it, but I guess some things just have a way of sneaking out.” He’s smiling at me, pushing my damp hair away from my forehead, and places a small kiss there before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

When he comes back, he has a warm washcloth and cleans me up. It’s a sweet, although uncomfortable gesture. I feel awkward, yet somehow it makes me feel special. He tosses the rag in the hamper. I move to get up, thinking I should gather my things, when his big hand grabs me and jerks me back onto the bed, pulling me to lie back down. “Where do you think you’re going?” He slides in beside me, leaning on his elbow.

“I don’t know. I just thought …” I sigh, turning over to face away from him. His arm snakes around me, bringing my back firmly against his front. I don’t miss the way his cock is rubbing between my ass cheeks. He rubs light circles with his hand on my stomach.

“Hmmm. Stop thinking. I told you. You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine now.” He grumbles behind me. I sigh, deciding to give in, for now. “Sleep, Angel.” Before I can say anything else, his breathing has changed, and his body has gone still. With the warmth of his body against mine and the overwhelming sense of right I feel being here in his arms, that’s all it takes for me to allow sleep to overtake me.