Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(20)
“Why do we have to care about what the future holds? And will you stop f*cking swearing.” He walks to me and cradles my face in his hands.
“Because it’s going to f*cking kill us both, sooner or later. It’s inevitable, especially considering the shit storm that’s coming our way.”
“You know about that?”
“Yes, everybody knows.”
“How?”
“Well, I’m not stupid. I watch the news and saw that an MC is heading our way, wreaking havoc on their way here. What do they want?” I look at him, hoping he’ll tell me the truth, but I know he won’t. He’s going to blame it on work secrecy or the club, I don’t know which one, but I won’t get the answers I want.
“Can’t tell you, Kitten, work ethics and all that.” Called it!
“Right. You do know that keeping secrets has caused Ant, Aleck and Gabe to suffer and make some pretty f*cked up mistakes. Don’t make the same ones.” I turn to leave and go back inside, but he grabs my hand and turns me around.
“I’ll make sure you stay safe. I promise. I’m sure we can put those lips to better use than to shout out profanities.” He smirks.
“What the f*ck are you talking about?” I grin innocently, and not two seconds later his lips are back on mine and he’s backing me towards the lounge chair.
He makes quick work of stripping me from my shorts and shirt. I’m not shy, but having his heated gaze traveling over my body and makes me feel self-conscious. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers and kisses down my neck, covering my body with his.
“Jase.” I moan softly, caressing his back and holding him to me, both enjoying the feeling and scared that this is just a dream.
“Right here, Kitten.” He kisses me deeply and grinds into me. The feeling of his rough jeans against my sensitive flesh is driving me insane. I’m so turned on that even though I know how wrong this is, I’m unable to stop it, nor do I want to.
I want him.
I need him.
He stands up and I whimper at the loss of his body against mine, but it’s only for a few seconds while he takes off his shirt and jeans and removes a condom from his wallet. I look up at him, admiring his perfectly toned and muscled body, the tattoos, the scars. My eyes pause on his already hard cock. I raise my eyebrow at him.
“I’m always hard when I’m around you, it’s a f*cking nightmare.” He chuckles and rolls the condom down his impressive length. He’s not massive, but it’s the perfect girth and length to f*ck me like a God every time. He’s the best I’ve ever had and he has completely ruined me for any other men.
He slowly lowers himself over me and grinds his cock over my sensitive clit, rendering me a writhing mess underneath him. “Cut the f*cking teasing, Sanders.” I glare at him, making him chuckle.
“All in due time, Kitten.” He smirks and nibbles along my jaw line. I moan in pure pleasure, arching my back and pressing my chest into his. I shiver as my oversensitive nipples brush against him. I need him, now. My body is going into over drive. I feel like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t do something very, very soon. As if he’s read my mind, he thrusts into me hard and hooks my right leg over his hip, holding it in place. I gasp in pleasure. There’s nothing like this feeling of having the man you’ve been crazy about for years, filling you perfectly. Just the right amount of stretch to cause some pain, but the good kind. The kind that makes you want more, so much more.
“Are you alright?” he asks softly, brushing his lips over mine.
“Yes, move please.” I whimper, wrapping my other leg around his hips.
“As you wish.” He smiles and starts a very slow torture, thrusting almost all the way out and back in painfully slowly, all the while he caresses my sides and arms before pinning my hands above my head. His muscled body holds me captive on the sun lounger. He expertly rolls his hips into me, slowly, as if to prove that he is the one in control and I’m just going to have to accept it. He’s the only one I’d ever willingly submit to and give him complete power over my body. I lose myself in the moment as I enjoy his slow strokes until he suddenly starts to pick up the pace and strength of his thrusts. Whilst he started gentle and passionate, now he’s rough and seeking pleasure. My favourite. I like it rough, especially with Jase.
He starts to pound into me, the force of his thrusts bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Our eyes are locked, we’re nose to nose, our breath mixing, I’m still pinned to the lounger by his body and I’m in heaven. If I could pick any moment to die, it’d be right here, right now. I’m the happiest I can be right now. I’m so close to my sweet release, I move my hips to meet his thrusts. The only sounds surrounding us are our ragged breaths and our flesh slapping, joined, not that far away, by thunder.
“I’m so close.” I whimper, needing my release.
“Don’t hold back, Kitten.” He kisses me hard and rough with so much passion that I think my heart stops for a few beats. It starts back up when I feel this wave of pleasure surround me and pull me in. I feel my body tremble as loud thunder cracks above us. Covering our moans and screams of pleasure. We rest, forehead to forehead for what seems like forever as we catch our breath. He slowly frees my wrists and wraps me in his arms. We stay connected, neither of us wanting to lose this moment. There is a sweet sadness to it, it feels like it’s the last time something is ever going to happen between us.