Rev It Up (Black Knights Inc. #3)(63)



And he knew this was the last thing he should be doing. Because as soon as she saw what he’d become she’d—

“I’m going to come,” she announced throatily and, once again, all thought fled as he added a second finger to the first and stroked her deeply even as he increased the rhythm of his thumb against that sweet little knot of nerves.

Oh, come for me. He wanted it so bad, more than his next breath.

It was a primal desire. A primitive need to possess, mark, mate, claim.

He’d never experienced anything like it. That animalistic drive. And he feared it was the beast slipping loose of its chains making him feel this way.

He felt her inner muscles squeeze his fingers, a hard pulse that nearly had him coming in his jeans. But he gritted his teeth and worked her, endlessly sucking her tongue as his fingers pumped, as his thumb circled and pressed, circled and pressed, until her soft gasps turned to muted cries, until she keened his name and unraveled in his arms.

“Oh, Jake,” she breathed in his ear, and then all he could think was that he wanted inside her.

Now.

He fumbled with his fly and, when his erection sprang free, it pulsed so hard he saw stars.

Damn, this is getting ridiculous! He needed to get inside her, and fast, because he was about to embarrass himself like a randy sixteen-year-old getting his first hand-job.

Tugging the leg of her panties aside, he pushed into her…

And it was like coming home, but to no home he’d ever known. Because it was right in a way he’d never thought possible. So f*cking right. He’d been searching for this, just this, his entire life, and now he’d finally found it. This woman. This moment…

When he pulled back to plunge into her again, to seal them indelibly, she groaned and whispered, “Do you have a condom?”

It was then that reality came tumbling down around him…

He glanced at her now, at the tight expression on her face made harsh by the bright overhead lights in the hospital hallway. “I didn’t come,” he blurted.

He remembered that very clearly. She’d asked if he had a condom, and he’d come to his senses. He’d pulled out of her, shoved his raging cock back in his jeans, wrangled the demon inside him who’d howled with fury, and marched her straight out of the bathroom and into Preacher’s arms.

“Yeah.” Her expression was stricken. “I guess you didn’t have to.”

“But—” he shook his head.

“You know all those warnings about applying the condom before making any type of sexual contact?” she asked, swallowing convulsively, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “Well, I’m the walking, talking, cautionary tale as to why that’s so important.”

He couldn’t comprehend. Was she saying Franklin was his son?

No.

No, it wasn’t possible.

She couldn’t have done this to him. Boss couldn’t have done this to him.

“Are you telling me…” he shook his head again, his chest caught in a vice as tight as the one squeezing his brain. “What are you telling me?”

He had to be confused. He had to have misunderstood.

“I’m telling you Franklin is your son, Jake. He’s yours.”

And with those words, the puzzle pieces clicked into place.

“And you’re just now telling me?” he demanded, clenching his fists as his throat filled with unspoken screams of no, no, no. This can’t be real!

He still didn’t want to believe…

“I tried to—”

He stopped listening as a deep red haze fell over his vision. He turned and marched into the waiting room, no longer thinking, just acting. Total tunnel vision.

He’d been deceived. By the woman he loved and the best friend he trusted.

And since he couldn’t take his fury out on Shell…

He stalked right up to Boss, who was sitting on the sofa. After catching the look on his face, Boss’s brow creased in a series of deep furrows, the scar slicing up from the corner of his mouth going stark white.

“Snake?” he asked. “What’s up, man?”

“How could you?” Jake roared, choking as stupid, stupid tears filled his eyes. “How could you do that to me?”

“Jake.” Shell grabbed his arm, but he yanked free of her grasp and went toe-to-toe with Boss, who’d quickly pushed up from the sofa.

“How could you keep something like that from me all these years?” His head was packed with C4, ready to explode at any second. And then a thought occurred to him… “That’s why you were so quick to try to help me with Shell, wasn’t it?” he snarled. “Not because I’m a good man, like you claimed, but because it’d wrap everything up so nice and neat. One sweet, f*cking family unit!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Boss yelled right back.

“Hey guys,” Becky tried to interrupt, but Jake plowed right over her.

“I’m talking about the fact that Franklin is my son. He’s mine, and you didn’t have the decency to tell me!”

“Franklin isn’t yours,” Boss scoffed, and Jake’s fingers clenched into fists. “He’s Preacher’s.”

“The goddamned cat is out of the bag!” he screamed, angrily dashing away the tear that had the audacity to slip down his cheek. “The blood types don’t match. I know I don’t have a PhD in biology, but I’m not a moron either. Did you expect that fact to just slip by me?”

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