The Bad Boys of Eden (21 page)

Chapter Eight

“You’re what I want,” she whispered as his lips crashed down on hers.

“Then I should give you what you want,” he growled into her mouth, his deep, tortured tone sending a barrage of erotic sensations through her.

Alaska tore at his shirt, desperate to get her hands on him, to feel his bare skin against hers. “I need you naked,” she said, her fingers moving urgently, like her world would end if she couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough.

He dropped his head against hers, took a breath, and let it out slowly. His words were soft when he whispered, “Not here.”

Her heart lurched. Was he having second thoughts?

He have a hard shake and turned the water off. “Not like this.”

Without speaking, he picked up her naked body and carried her across the beach to her cabana. He pushed through her door and flicked on the light with his elbow. Carrying her to her bed, he gently tossed her down and stood there for a moment, looking at her.

As she lay there, completely exposed, he tore off his shirt and shorts, and when he looked back at her, she could see the tender side of her biker boy. Her heart swelled, needing him more now than she ever did.

“Like this,” he said as he climbed on the bed and, with finesse, gently opened her thighs. “Because I need to see you when you come.”

She let loose a strangled cry. “Oh, God,” she whispered, hardly able to believe the guy she’d wanted for so long was here with her, was interested in giving her more than a hard, quick fuck in the shower.

He slipped between her legs and licked her. He tasted slowly, like he was savoring her flavor, enjoying feeling her heat, her wetness on his tongue. He licked and nibbled, slowly building her orgasm, slowly making her crazed. She arched into him, her hands raking through his hair as she ground herself against his mouth.

His thumb probed her opening, and every nerve ending in her body came alive. She moved under him, writhing on the sheets as he pillaged her with his mouth.

“So good,” she cried out.

Her clit quivered under his artful manipulation, and he deepened the kiss as he pushed one thick finger all the way inside her.

He growled and looked up at her. She went up on her elbows, knowing he wanted to see her face when she came for him. The way he looked at her with pure desire made her insides quiver.

“Jesse…” she croaked out when their eyes met and locked. They exchanged a long, heated look, and the raw need in his eyes squeezed the air from her lungs. Oh, God, she was so crazy about the tough boy who was as lonely and lost as her. Her body tightened, everything inside her fluttering as she gave herself over to him.

He pressed another finger inside her, slowly building her orgasm. Even though she could sense his urgency, he took his time with her. He knew just how to touch her, just how to take her higher and higher.

Her entire body moistened, her nipples aching for his attention. As if sensitive to her needs, he moved a thumb to her clit and climbed up her body, his mouth closing around one hard bud. She sucked in a tight breath as he bit down on her, then used his tongue to soothe the sting left behind.

A whimper bubbled in her throat as he touched her with such tender care. In no time at all, a surge of warmth flooded her veins, and her pussy clenched around his fingers. She pinched her eyes shut. “Jesse,” she cried out, her voice trembling with the same intensity as her body.

“Look at me,” he said.

Her lids fluttered open, and her heart turned over in her chest when she caught the possessive way he stared back.

He applied more pressure to her clit, and her skin grew tight. He found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her and circled them, urging her on. He slowly built her orgasm, taking her places only he had ever taken her before. As tension grew in her core, she gripped his shoulders, connecting more than just their bodies.

“Jesse,” she whimpered, her throat closing over as everything she felt for him rushed to her heart.

“I know, baby. I know.”

With a new intimacy between them, she wrapped her arms around him and gave herself over to the pleasure. Her mouth opened, but no words came as her pussy spasmed, her hot release more powerful than anything she’d ever felt.

“Jesus,” he growled, his nostrils flaring as he held her tight, his muscles absorbing her tremors.

When her body settled, he put his mouth close to hers and said, “I need to be inside you.”

“First, I need to do something,” she said, her mouth watering for him.

A look of confusion moved over his face as she shoved him, pushing him until he was flat on his back. Once she had him where she wanted him, she positioned herself between his legs.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried out as she bent forward to run her tongue over his crown, sampling the precum dripping from his slit. She pulled him into her mouth, relaxing her throat, but could barely take even half of him in. He fisted her hair, and his hands followed the motion as she slid him in and out of her mouth, loving the taste and texture of his skin.

The veins in his shaft filled with heated blood, and she cupped his balls to give them a gentle massage.

“Baby,” he said, a desperate edge to his voice as he pulled back. “You’re going to make me come, and I’m not ready for that.”

He grabbed his shorts from the floor, pulled out a condom, and quickly sheathed himself. Climbing back on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress in the most erotic ways as his cock found her opening. He pushed into her, burrowing deep and filling her in a way no man ever had before.

They rocked together, both giving and taking as they shut out the world, concerned only about each other. His mouth took possession of hers, and in no time at all, she became lost in the moment, the sensations…Jesse. Everything in the way he touched her, kissed her, took their relationship to a whole new level.

Their first time together, the scene in the motorcycle club, had been pure lust. This was different. Last night, Jesse’s hands had been rough on her, bringing pleasure from pain. Now they smoothed over her skin with a gentleness that stole her breath. Where the night before his voice had been raw and commanding, tonight he whispered dark words of encouragement as his mouth moved over her flesh. He pumped harder, the depth of penetration stealing her breath and building the tension inside her. His muscles bunched as he slipped a hand between their bodies and stroked her with expertise. Alaska’s body responded with a violent shudder, followed by another mind-blowing orgasm. As her liquid heat coated his cock, he groaned, pulled all the way out, and with one hard thrust, drove back into her. She held him tight, raking her nails over his back as he pulsed inside her, his cock spasming and throbbing as he succumbed to the pressure.

“Fuck,” he murmured and collapsed on top of her, their collective orgasms leaving them both shaken, gasping for breath.

Moisture sealed them as one as they held one another. The thought that she’d like to stay like this forever slipped into her head, but he rolled off and pulled her to him. His warm familiarity curled around her, and she exhaled a contented breath, never wanting to leave the circle of his arms.

She looked up at him, everything in her heart telling her this was more than a purely physical relationship. His touch was different from the other guys she was with. It was less physical, more emotional. Whether Jesse wanted to admit to it or not, they’d made love...made a connection. His interest in her went deeper than a wild night of sex. The way he put her needs first proved that.

When he caught the way she was looking at him, his mouth found hers again, and the remainder of the night was lost in a haze of sleep and lovemaking. Soon the sun crested the horizon, and with exhaustion pulling at them both, she cuddled into him. She touched his face, wanting to talk, but a loud noise outside the cabana had him jumping to his feet. Eyes hard, he tugged on his clothes and gave her a warning glance.

“Stay here.”

Seeing that he was in protective mode, ready for a fight, she nodded and drew her blankets up. Jesse eased open the door, shot her one last glace, and then disappeared.

With the sun rising, she wrapped her blanket around her and climbed from the bed. Heart racing, she peeked through her curtains in time to see Jesse take a man down in the sand. His movements were swift and sure as he pressed his knee into the small of the man’s back and rendered him immobile while the intruder’s friends in a nearby speedboat took off and left him to fend for himself. She looked down the beach and spotted security running toward Jesse.

Jesse took his knee off the guy’s back and handed him off to security. They spoke for a few minutes, then the Master of the island showed up. The two walked the length of the beach as they talked. Alaska watched them until they walked into the tree line and disappeared from sight. She sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for him to return. After an hour had passed, and Jesse still hadn’t returned, she got up, got dressed, and went to find him. She found him at the far end of the beach, sitting alone on the sand, his knees to his chest, his arms wrapped around them, as he stared out at the sun rising over the ocean.

His body tensed as she approached, and the wind blew his hair from his face. She stood for a moment, and when he failed to acknowledge her presence, she carefully lowered herself beside him, mimicking his position. Half expecting him to tell her to go, Alaska sat quietly and gave him some time. After a while, when he still didn’t speak, she turned to him, resting her cheek on her knees.

“Why did you do this, Jesse?” The only sign that he’d heard her was a slight tightening of his shoulders. So stubborn. She leaned over, nudging him with her elbow. Finally, he tipped his head and looked at her. “Why did you bring me here?”

“Janey—” he began, then stopped when she arched a brow. He huffed out a half-laugh and shook his head. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”

“Not everything, but I do know that you arranged all of this.” She shifted, lifted her head, and propped her chin on her knees. “And I know who you are.”

His gaze returned to the horizon. “How long have you known?”

“I’ve always known.” Unable to help herself, she reached out, running her fingers along his tattoos. He flinched at first but then relaxed into her touch. “But what I want to know is why. Why did you do this?”

He shrugged and shot her a quick look when he said, “Because you were sad, so lonely. I wanted to do this for you.”

Her heart went into her throat. Even though she didn’t want to pry, she couldn’t help but ask, “How did you afford all this?”

“I sold my bike.”

She sucked in air. “Jesse…”

“It’s no big deal.”

Her fingers shook as she linked them together. “I can’t believe you did that for me.”

“Look, I brought you here for you.” The muscle in his jaw ticked. “I wasn’t supposed to get personally involved in your fantasies.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because…”

“Because why?”

“I care about you, Alaska,” he said quietly. “That’s why I volunteered for the job of watching over you.” He frowned and his mouth clamped shut like he wanted to take his words back, like he’d said too much.

“You…you volunteered?”

He glanced away. “Yeah.”

“I had no idea. I thought you were picked because you were young and could fit in at the dorm.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“It is to me.”

“I just hated the way your father treated you.” His hand went to the scrolls on his arms. “And I swore…” He stopped, letting his words fall off.

“Tell me,” she urged.

“I wanted to protect you from your father.  No girl should ever suffer abuse from their father,” he said and she sensed he was talking from personal experience.

She put her hand over his, her eyes going to the tattoo scrolls. She looked closer, and her stomach tightened when she saw all the scars camouflaged beneath the black ink. “Did your father do this?”

When his glance lifted from his tattoos to her, the vulnerability Alaska saw there caught her heart in a vice. His mouth worked, as if he wanted to say something but was holding back. He looked away again and pressed his lips together. After a moment, in a voice so soft the ocean breeze almost took it, he said, “Yeah.”

Tears burned the backs of Alaska’s lids. She blinked them away. “And you have a sister?”

Jesse nodded, his eyes moving over the horizon as if seeing the past. “She was older, and I was too little. I…couldn’t protect her.”

Alaska swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “Where is she now?”

His chest rose on an intake of breath. “Drug overdose.” Expression pained, he stretched his legs out before him. Alaska looked into his eyes and glimpsed the inner man, so well hidden behind a tough exterior. “The streets were hard on her,” he said quietly.

Alaska climbed to her feet. As he looked up at her, she lowered herself onto his lap, straddling his hips, needing to connect with him more than ever. Her lips came down on his, and her hands cupped his face when she whispered into his mouth, “They were hard on you, too.”

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