Jackal (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #12)- Frankie Love Page 0,17

anything you give me. I just want to be with you."

"Why are you so good to me? You hardly know me."

"I know enough. I've watched you for a year. You keep your head down, work hard. Put in the time and the hours. You're loyal to this club. You ride or die, like the best of them. And ever since I saw your face, Jackal, I wanted to be your ride or die. Does that sound dumb?" she asks.

"No," I say. "Lydia, it sounds like the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me in my whole fucking life."

"Peaches told me that if I was going to sleep with you, I needed to let you know I was a virgin."

"Well, that shouldn't be hard to say now that I've already come clean myself," I tell her.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she admits.

"Neither do I," I say. "But the way you're touching me right now, it feels real good, Lydia. It feels right."

She closes her eyes, licking her lips as my hands run between her thighs, touching her wet pussy, her center. "What you're doing to me feels real good, too," she tells me softly. I swallow hard, and then I can't hold back. I pull her close.

Fuck the shower. I need Lydia first.

Lydia

He turns off the shower and then he lifts me up into his arms and takes me to bed. We're both naked and ready. Our bodies hot and warm in a way we've never experienced before. I wasn’t surprised when he told me he'd done time — half the men in the Heartlands have. But he carries so much shame for it and it's holding him back. It's time for Jackal to be set free.

I'm on my back, my head on his pillow, and I roll my head to the side, breathing him in. He smells like cedar and oil and metal. He smells like a man I want to know forever. He smells like a man that is already mine.

I look up at him and he's smiling down at me. He looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the whole world, like he'll never hurt me. He'll never let me go. And it causes my whole body to relax, to sink into his bed. As he parts my knees and moves his hand to my center, touching me so softly, it has me gasping for breath.

"I want to taste you," he tells me. "I want to see if you taste as good as your kiss, like strawberries and ice cream. Sweet. So damn sweet."

I moan slowly as he dips his mouth to my center, licking me up and down. And I shake. My belly tenses. My legs fall. He pulls my hips to the edge of the bed and he kneels before me on the floor. I wrap my legs around his head and he runs his tongue up and down me so slow. So, so slow. It has me panting. It has me clenching the sheets with my hands as he moves his mouth over me, blowing hot air, his tongue circling my clit and I feel like I'm on fire, but melting at the exact same time.

It's so sexy to be kissed like this, down there. My body opens for him, and I feel my juice as it leaves my body. As he licks it up, tickling me, causing me to giggle and cover my face as an orgasm begins to roll from my toes to my fingertips. I moan in pleasure, "Oh God, Jackal. Oh, oh God."

I run my hands through his hair as he begins to finger me nice and slow.

"You're so hot," he tells me. "Your center is so damn hot and tight." He chuckles, shaking his head. "My cock isn’t going to..."

I bite my bottom lip. "It'll fit. I mean, we'll have to make it fit because I need you inside of me, Jackal. I mean it."

He laughs. "Fuck, baby, when you came against my mouth, you tasted so good."

I smile as he moves up against me in the bed, his hands on my body and my hips, pulling me close. I wrap my legs around him. Loving the way our skin feels pressed together tight.

"I did?” I ask. “You really liked it?”

He nods, “You taste so fucking good, Lydia. I feel like the luckiest man in the goddamn world."

"Stop it," I say. "You're making me blush."

"And I'm making you wet," he says, his hands between my legs