Chapter 14
Jenny
His eyes caught mine and the intensity in them made me shudder. I knew what he was going to do before he did it – our lips met in an urgent frenzy.
I threaded my hands through his hair and straddled him as he pulled me closer. A moan escaped my lips as a growl left his. I felt it in my toes. I had never been kissed with so much desire and passion in my life.
He stood and hung his vest reverently on the back of my desk chair before yanking his shirt over his head. I was blinded again by his beauty but not distracted from my need.
“I need you to take these pants off before I ruin them,” I groaned, struggling to unhook his belt.
He grabbed me by the waist and sat me down beside him so he could stand. In quick succession, he kicked off his shoes, pushed down his pants, and sheathed his dick in a condom.
“Are you ready?” he asked, running a finger through my folds.
His fingers encountered my wet stickiness and I moaned his name, watching him place that finger in his mouth and suck my juices off.
“Jenny,” he hissed, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me to the edge of the bed.
In one quick thrust, he was deep inside of me and I screamed. My head tipped back, my chest arched forward. I was in heaven.
“You’re so damn tight,” he groaned against my neck.
I bit his shoulder and all hell broke loose. He held me by the waist as he pumped into me hard. I held on tightly to his shoulder, leaving nail marks and pulling him forward so our lips could meet. It was very likely I would be sore and possibly unable to walk tomorrow. And I was completely okay with that.
“Oh, Solomon,” I moaned.
I could feel my orgasm building and it was going to be a big one, the biggest climax of my life.
“Let it go,” he growled into my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
I whimpered.
“Give it to me,” he whispered, so deep and sexy.
It was not a suggestion. It was a command.
“Solomon,” I squeaked as I arched into the climax that crashed over me.
Stars dotted my vision as I tried not to black out. I wanted to see him come with me. I focused my tunnel vision and looked as his thick dick disappeared inside of me. Both of us watched my pussy clamp down on him, milking him. He pumped three times before shuddering and collapsing on top of me.
“So hot. So wet. So tight,” he moaned against my skin.
I giggled, pleased that he felt the same way I did.
“That was…”
“Amazing,” he sighed before leaning up to kiss me on the lips.
He picked me up and moved me over so he could lay down in the bed beside me. I snuggled into him and took a deep breath.
“Solomon…” I had to ask. I couldn’t leave whatever this was up to chance or undefined. I had to know.
He turned over so that we were face to face. This close, I could see emotions flashing so clearly in his eyes but too quickly for me to decipher.
“What are we?”
“What do you want us to be?”
There was no doubt, no hesitation in my reply. “I want us to be together.”
He was staring so intently and, for a second, I feared he was going to turn me down. But finally – finally! – he smiled and I knew I was going to be the happiest girl in the world.
“I want the same,” he answered so sincerely, it was evident he spoke the truth.
That was such a relief, but there was still more for me to say. I wasn’t sure how he would take it or if I could find the courage to say it. “I-I…”
He moved closer and his eyes looked so deeply into my own. He ran his hands through my hair and smiled. “It’s only me.”
He could probably feel how tense I was holding on to my most private thoughts.
“It’s just that… I need a man who’s always there for me. I know we just met, but I don’t want you going into to this unclear. I don’t mean to be clingy and I know you have a life outside of me, but I can’t be with someone who doesn’t put me first.”
His eyes were so different in that moment, softer than I knew eyes could be. The hard man I’d met in the club who fought until he made a man bleed was gone and instead I stared into the eyes of someone who cared deeply.
“I can do that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“But I had this feeling that you didn’t have time for me. After our first night together, you said you couldn’t do this.”
“I did say that. I had something else to do and, truthfully, you’d been a complete distraction.”
I couldn’t help frowning at those words and he softly kissed the line between my brows before continuing.
“But I couldn’t stay away.” He took my face in his hands, giving me no option but to look into his eyes. “You’re something else, Jenny. You get to me. Somehow you do. You… take my breath away. You’re too good for me, but I want you and I’m too selfish to let somebody else have you.”
I grinned from ear to ear. To hear him claim me, like I was something to possess, turned me on in ways I couldn’t hide. I licked my lips and his eyes followed the tip of my tongue.
“Good,” I said. “Because I don’t want anybody else.”
Solomon was probably it for me and the thought made desire bloom in me once again. His eyes reflected the hunger I felt. Round two was coming and I couldn’t wait.
“I have to say something else.”
This sounded serious. “Okay.”
“I’m in a motorcycle club.”
“Is that what that vest is about?” I asked, tipping my head to the outlaw insignia on the back of his jacket.
“Yup.”
“So? What does that mean for us?”
“That means I won’t always be around and I might have to do things I can’t let you know about.”
“I can be okay with that. As long as you’ll remember that I don’t want to be second place.”
I figured he was as tough as he looked. I was not naïve. I knew all about the motorcycle clubs in the area. Amongst gun, drug, and human trafficking, they were loud and violent. Some were thugs, but I knew some actually looked out for the community. I was hoping Solomon was a part of the latter. I couldn’t imagine I was wrong, considering I heard about Blue Nights burning down the same night he sent Sarah and I home. I wasn’t so naive as to believe it was a coincidence
I chanced the confidence to look into his eyes.
“Sweetheart, I promise I’ll do my best.”
That was all I was asking for.
**
A Week Later
I tried to stand confidently as Mrs. Bryan walked towards me. My canvas laid under a sheet, waiting to be unveiled, and a part of me feared it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Well?” she said. “Let’s see it.”
I yanked off the sheet and watched her eyes take it in.
The last-minute sketch of Solomon had paid off and I was able to draw his entire face in great detail with bold color worthy of his face. His black eyes popped from the canvas. His face was painted in shades of red and his blond hair looked like heaven-spun gold.
“It’s…” Her words hung in the air. “Amazing.”
I took a shaky inhale. Thank God.
“Every color is bold and painted with such precise lines. There’s no abstraction. It almost looks like a mosaic. They are curved, yet sharply defined. They seem to be stable, but they tumble at the same time. It’s… so beyond my wildest imagination.”
Jo smiled at me from across the room.
“It’s beautiful. You earned this A. You pass.”