Jasper
Emma sleeps fitfully all night long, finally settling down shortly after dawn. I get up, wanting to inspect the job that Vice’s team did and give Vice a call, getting the score for the past weeks. Not fucking pleased I checked out while my men were in danger, I tell him to call Church. I need to get the men together and get in front of this shit – before anyone is hurt on my watch.
Hearing bikes outside as I’m finishing up in the bathroom, I hurriedly close the bedroom door so we won’t disturb her.
Gunner follows Roy into the house, carrying a take-out bag. “Nice looking kitchen. Why can’t you fucking cook in it?”
Grouchy bastard.
We divvy up most the food, leaving some for Emma when she wakes up.
“So, what’s the word?” Roy asks.
“I need some recon in Nebraska, either of you know anyone back that way?” I ask, in between bites.
“I got someone I served with out there. Don’t know where they live in relation to Emma’s home town. Can we pay their expenses?” Gunner contributes, looking fidgety.
“I’ll take care of it.” I quickly agree. I rattle off the name of the church and those involved. “The guy who got Emma out, he’ll put a guest up for a night or two. Give me your contact’s info so I can pass it along.”
“Part I don’t like is you wanting to bring him back here.” Roy speaks up. “That’s a long way to go with an unwilling passenger, to many eyes on the road.”
“What about the property?” Gunner asks. “Didn’t you say it’s in Emma’s name? Are there any buildings that can be used?”
“Guess I’ll find out.”
Gunner and Roy share a look. “You can’t be in on this, Pres.” Roy speaks up and I slam my hand down on the counter.
“This son of a bitch is mine.” I snarl.
“You’re living with his wife, Pres. Who the fuck do you think they’re going to look at when he goes missing?” Gunner grunts out, reaching into his pocket for his smokes.
“You need to be out playing golf with the Sheriff or some shit like that, the day he goes missing.” Roy confirms. “He’ll get what he deserves, but it won’t do for the MC’s President to be looked at for murder. Fucking Governor and Maddock’s wet dream, Jas.”
“I got this, Jasper.” Gunner quietly states. “We’ll lay everything out and I’ll go in and execute it. Figure it’ll be a sundown to sun-up job, don’t you think?”
“Goddamn it.” They’re right, I can’t risk the MC. I need an airtight alibi.
“Oh! Good morning.” Emma greets us. She’s pulled on pajamas and her hair is wild, but she looks amazing. Of course, I’m a little biased when it comes to my woman.
“Wow, you are truly a sight for these old eyes, Miss Emma!” Fucking Roy crosses to her before I can. Lifting her hand, he kisses it and leads her over to her food; causing Gunner to snort and me to growl. “Now you just get some food in you, I hope we didn’t wake you?”
“Enough.” I push him aside, and lean in to thoroughly kiss Emma.
“Miss Emma, these young guys don’t know how to treat proper women. You ever need me to give Jasper any advice, you just let me know.” And this from the man who’ll be planning her husband’s torture and murder. Gunner has turned away, quietly laughing as he heads to the porch to light up.
Ignoring the arm I have around her, Emma starts plating her breakfast. “Nice to see you also, Roy. Gunner. Actually, Jasper is working on saying ‘please’, he’s doing quite well.”
Giving her a big wink, “You been teaching me that by example, Darlin’.” I say, thinking of all the times she said ‘please’ in bed last night. My redhead’s eyes widen then narrow as she glares at me, immediately getting my meaning.
Ignoring me, she goes on, “Other than breakfast, what are y’all doing out here today?”
“Club business, Darlin’,” I say after we all share a glance. “Can’t discuss it.”
Adam Reynolds, Nebraska
That fucking cunt is going to pay for this. This was a sweet ride, where I could slide some cash into my pocket a couple times a week. Especially after Jones died, he fucked his wife over with his will and she was not pleased.
Pushing me towards her daughter, Mrs. Jones let me know about the countless offers for mineral rights that the Reverend had dismissed over the years; how we could manipulate Marie into giving it up and we’d both get a cut.
Stupid cow. Like I was going to cut her in once I got Marie – twat goes by Emma now, I guess – to marry me.
A quick trip to an ex-con in Omaha got me all the advantage I needed over Emma Marie; as long as she was taking her ‘anti-depressants’ like a good little girl, I paid a pretty penny to have those tampered with. Turns out the bitch stopped those and somehow neither her mom nor I knew she was taking The Pill either.
Now I’m basically being shunned in town, except for a few older ladies who are sticking by me; but the donations have shriveled up faster than my dick did at the thought of fucking Emma Marie. Once I figure out a way to pay her a visit, I will be the last Goddamn face she ever sees. Then I’ll head down South someplace with old money and God-fearing folk, and play the sad Widower card on my next mark.
Emma
Roy and Gunner head out soon after I join them but while Jasper has explained a lot about the MC, I think we’ll be having a little discussion about him throwing out “Club Business” whenever he doesn’t want to discuss something.
As he comes back inside, I look up thinking to lecture him but am just struck by him. The sun is at his back and plays off his tan skin, closely shorn head and neatly trimmed beard. He looks up, amused at me as I stare, slack jawed at him.
“You have some red in your beard, Jas,” I’m blushing at being caught and can’t think of anything else to say. His grin widens.
“So you still think I’m beautiful, huh?” His brows arch, as I shake my head at him.
“No, you’re magnificent.” I whisper, honestly. He closes and locks the door behind him, saying nothing else he quickly crosses towards me.
Cupping either side of my face, he kisses me; gently, as though he’s asking a question. Pulling away from me, I follow him as he leans back. “Please,” I moan, hungry for more of his kisses.
“Please, what, Darlin’?” He whispers. “I’m trying real hard to give you that time you asked for.”
“I want you, Jasper.”
“Those aren’t the words I’m waiting on, Emma.” He growls, shifting his hands back around my head, keeping my eyes trained on his.
“What if…” I pause, it’s one thing to be horribly insecure, another thing to bare it to another. “Jasper, I…”
“There’s nothing you can’t say to me, Darlin’,” He coaxes me on, kissing my forehead. “Tell me and we’ll…”
“What if I’m not enough for you?” I blurt out, trying to hold back my tears. “You have, I mean, you’ve been with so many others. I don’t know if I can be broken again, Jasper, I’m sorry.” I try to turn from him, trying to escape further shame.
I get exactly nowhere. He scoops me up in his arms. “I’m done asking. I need you to understand what you are to me. I only know one way to show you, Emma.”
He places me on his bed, pulling my nightshirt over my head and pushing me down as he tugs my sleep shorts off my legs; baring my body to his hungry eyes.
This isn’t the gentle man who licked me over and through amazing orgasms all night, this is a predator but I’m not afraid of him. It comes to me as a sudden shock, Jasper will be forceful with me but he won’t ever hurt me.
I gasp out loud as I realize how fully I trust this man, this outlaw. “You ok, Darlin’?” Jasper spares me a glance from his assault on my breasts. Looking down at him, I smile as he perches his chin in the valley of my breasts, awaiting my reply.
“Jasper,I don’t really know what to do here…”
“I’ll show you, I’ll show you everything, Em,” He leans over and swirls his tongue around my pebbled right nipple. “Show you, that you are all I need.”
He swipes his tongue over my other nipple forcing another moan from my throat. “That I worship you.”
Lifting his head, his light beard gently follows the trail of his tongue; the change in texture nearly makes me come. I’m creaming myself so hard I can feel it start to leak from my body.
I arch my hips up against him, “I need you. Please?”
He grins widely and leans up to quickly kiss my lips. “Let’s see. Show me how much my woman needs me?”
It takes me a moment to understand his meaning, as I process his request he takes my hand to guide it down to my mound. “Show me, Darlin’. I’ll give you everything, but I need you to show me.”
I eagerly swipe my finger into my dripping wet core, no longer ashamed nor fearful of disappointing him. I bring my glistening finger up to my mouth and spread my juices around my lips, causing his eyes to widen in surprise and lust. “Kiss me again, Jas.” I smile at him.
His mouth descends on mine again. Moments later, as he slowly ends the kiss I realize he’s still dressed. “Jasper, I want to see you. Please?” I wave my hand indicating his shirt and jeans.
“You always ask so nicely, Emma!” He leans back to undress and while I’d felt his erection before, seeing it is a whole different thing; while not much longer than my hand, it’s the girth of his dick that’s the most intimidating. Thank God my ex wasn’t packing anywhere close to that. “Jas, seriously! That’s…”
“Do you trust me, Emma?” Jasper moans, as he wraps his hand around his cock, slowly stroking it. I gasp as a drop of pre-cum escapes the tip; before I give it any thought I move towards him to lick it off.
“Fuck! Emma,” Jasper groans, lightly holding the back of my head.
I slide my tongue further along the mushroomed head of his cock, slowly drawing back. “I’m open to suggestions here, Jasper.” I grin up at him, moving my hand up near his and guiding the swollen head back to my mouth. Being careful to keep my teeth back, I play with the tip, looking up to see his eyes half-mast and his mouth hanging open. I can only imagine I’m doing this right so I refocus on his cock.
It’s almost too thick to take into my mouth. I focus on the head as I slide my hand up and down its length. Further exploring his package, I cup his balls, pulling another encouraging groan from his throat; I’m surprised when he’s pushing me back a moment later.
“I need to be in you, Darlin’. NOW.” He looks down at me with such heat, I hurriedly scurry back so he can cover me. “You’re mine now, Emma.”
Jasper reaches in between my thighs, swirling my juices and scissoring his fingers inside me to prepare me for his invasion, my hips lift up to greet him as he lines his cock up to my desperate pussy.
I can feel Jasper’s control as he eases into my body. Holding himself above me, there is no doubt in my mind he is reigning himself in; staring down into my eyes, watching for my every reaction until he’s completely sheathed inside me.
His cock is throbbing. I can feel him completely as he waits for me to adjust to his size. Reaching up to cup his cheek, I give him the words he wants.
“I’m here with you, Jasper. Always with you.” I vow.
He lets out a loud growl and withdraws from me, no matter that I squeeze to keep him inside me. Nodding down at me, he simply says, “Mine” before entering me more forcibly, making me moan and arch up to meet him.
Sliding in and out of me in a slow but steady pace, I soon get restless and start arching up to welcome his cock faster and faster.
“Please, I need more. Now, Jasper, please!” I beg shamelessly. He’s mine now, I know it by the way he holds me, by the way he’s looking at me, by the way he’s angling his dick to first find, then hitting my G-spot like it’s his only goal in life. Everything I need, he gives me without considering his own needs. This right here, like last night, is about me. Right before my orgasm starts, I know that I’ve found my home with this man.
Feeling my inner walls tighten around him, he slips a hand down to massage my clit, accelerating my ascent into absolute bliss. Pleasure I’ve only known at his hands.
I am his and knowing he has the power to hurt me as no other doesn’t scare me like it ought to. I trust him. I know this absolutely, and then my reality blissfully shatters.