Jett turned the light on and looked down his body to the evidence of what he'd done. His cock pulsed harder at the visual picture of Sydney's wet pussy, spread in front of him. She'd come hard enough to be unaware that he'd turned on the light, giving him his first look at her.

That first look at her almost made him lose his load.

She moaned, stretched, and must've opened her eyes and found the light on because she jerked up, bracing on her elbows, and looked at him.

Those blue eyes owned him.

"H-how long was the light on?" Her shocked looked on top of the flush of her cheeks only excited him more.

"Not long." He held out his good hand and pulled her up until she sat upright on his lap.

She glanced down between her legs. Once again, he damned the situation and his lack of control when it came to Sydney. He wanted nothing more than to flip her onto her back and sink his cock deep inside of her tight pussy.

But, he couldn't put any weight on his hand. He couldn't hold her with his hand. He couldn't touch her the way he wanted to with his hand.

"I should do something for you," whispered Sydney, staring at the front of his boxers. "But, I don't want to hurt you."

"Already hurting." He pulled the front of his boxers down below his balls, releasing his cock. "There's condoms—fuck, I don't know where the hell anything is."

She lifted her gaze. "Kylie has some."

"Kylie?" He frowned, knowing her sister was younger.

"I'll go get one." She kissed him and slid off the bed.

"Get the whole damn package. She's too fucking young to need them." He ran his hand over his face and groaned. Sydney's sweet aroma clung to his fingers. "Sydney, hurry up," he yelled.

She slipped back into the room and shut the door. "Sorry, she moved them, and I had to look in the dark because she's already asleep."

Going to the bed, she handed him the package. He lifted his injured hand. Irritated, he tossed the condom on the bed beside him. "You do it."

Sydney opened the foil wrapper and held it up, inspecting the condom. In two seconds, he was going to get out of bed and bend her over. He sure in the hell could fuck standing up with one hand.

"Flip it over. Roll it on me." His jaw ached from the torture of waiting.

His gut tightened the closer she came. He let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling. If he watched. If he felt. It'd be over before it started, and when he blew his first shot, he'd turn around and want another because he needed her tonight.

Four years of celibacy. Even longer than that, because when Sydney was with him, she took all his attention. He couldn't even remember the last chick he'd been with. All he knew was he wanted inside of her. Now.

"Ah, Jesus Christ." His balls tightened in pleasure as her fingers rolled the condom over him.

She stopped. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." He grunted, holding his breath. "Get back on my lap."

She never hesitated, only kept glancing at him, making sure she was doing everything right. She couldn't do anything wrong. It was her that he wanted. Not his hand, not her hand, he wanted to sink in her warmth and feel her heat squeeze the life out of him.

Sydney straddled his lap. He put his hand on her hip. There was no easy way to do this without her knowing what she was supposed to do.

"Get up on your knees and use your hand to put my cock on your pussy." His own hand trembled on her hip. It'd been a long time. It'd been forever waiting for Sydney.

Her breasts through her shirt brushed his cheek as she raised up. He turned his head and sucked on her nipple through the fabric. She shivered, and he pulled his mouth away.

He gazed down between their bodies. She hovered over him, holding his cock. He pulsed in her hand. "I should be the one—"

"No, I can do it." She puckered her lips, exhaling harshly.

The amount of determination and strength in her made him proud. He'd done everything to take that away from her when he believed she'd betrayed him, to strip her of what made Sydney a survivor, and she'd rallied, matured, and forgave him.

His hand tightened on her hip, pressing her down until the tip of his cock became encased in her warmth. "Syd?"

"No, no, I can do it." Her brows pinched the skin above her nose.

Hell yeah, she could do it. He ground his teeth together. But, she shouldn't have to take her own virginity.

She let go of his hardness, placed her hands on his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. Without flinching, she lowered herself onto him, piercing whatever emotional and physical barrier that no man had ever touched. Buried deep inside of her, his heart pounded, and he wrapped his good arm around her, holding her still against his chest.

That's all he needed.

He came hard and fast with her in his arms, and her warmth surrounded him. Nobody could take that away from him.

Sydney wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body relaxed and stayed still. He closed his eyes, rubbing her back.

That wasn't the way he'd wanted to have sex with her the first time. Whenever he'd played his plans in his head, he'd had use of his hand. He'd imagined the moment so many times while locked behind bars, he'd half convinced himself that they'd already fucked.

Instead, reality forced him to sit on the God damn bed and make her take her virginity herself.

***

SYDNEY OPENED KYLIE's bedroom door and slipped inside. Kylie looked up from hanging her shirts, and Sydney put her finger to her lips.

"What's going on?" whispered Kylie.

"I did it." Sydney pushed away from the door and cornered her sister. "We had sex."

Kylie rolled her eyes. "Sis, I've been around the Brikken members for almost a year. I already knew that was going to happen when Jett returned. You knew it would happen, too, and I remember you saying...and I quote, 'I want him so bad.'"

"I know, but it was weird." She glanced behind her afraid Jett would sneak up and hear her. "I had to, you know, do everything. He couldn't because of his hand."

Kylie scrunched her nose. "Stop."

"I just expected it'd be some wild moment." Sydney raised her hands and made quiet explosion noises while wiggling her fingers. "I'd scream. He'd sweat. We'd finish exhausted in a tangle of clothes."

Kylie stepped over and plopped down on the bed. "He can't exactly drag you across the bedroom by your hair and toss you on the bed right now with his hand injured."

She chewed her bottom lip. That wasn't what she'd meant.

"I know, but it was almost sad." Her chest tightened. "Like, I wanted to cry because something was off about the whole thing."

"He's been in prison," whispered Kylie. "He's probably got a lot of things he's going through."

"Yeah. Probably," she mumbled.

"Sorry, it wasn't what you wanted." Kylie's gaze softened.

"No, it was. I'm glad that we finally were able to be together-together." She shrugged. "I don't know. I'm overthinking everything."

While Jett had been careful and provided her a way to lose her virginity—and beforehand when he'd used his fingers was fabulous, she couldn't help feeling like he was still punishing her. Which was insane, because he'd already apologized for their misunderstanding over his incarceration.

Jett seemed angry. Whether that was about life, his injury, or her, she had no idea. Until she understood the barrier that was between them and wasn’t there before his imprisonment, she wouldn't be able to know how to go forward.

"Sydney!" said Jett from somewhere else in the house.

She looked at her sister and widened her eyes. Kylie gave her a pout.

"He's looking for me. I better go out there." She walked to the door. "Don't say a word about what I told you."

Kylie snorted. "Who would I tell?"

"Good point." She left the bedroom, knowing Kylie needed more options in her life than babysitting at Brikken Motorcycle Club.

Sydney walked into the living room. "I'm here."

Jett straightened from behind the chair, spotted her, and said, "Where's my fucking duffel?"

"It's in the coat clos—"

"It belongs by the front door." He stalked across the room toward the closet.

"I put it there when I cleaned." She looked around the room.

Jett had been home for twenty-four hours, and nobody could tell that she'd tidied up the place. He'd tossed his dirty shirt on the floor. There were four motorcycle magazines in the chair. Two of the couch pillows were on the floor, and Jett's empty plate left over from lunch sat on the end table.

Jett tossed the duffel on the floor, unzipped the bag, and removed his riding gloves. "Leave my shit there."

"Okay." She watched him walk through the house to the back door.

He'd woke up after a fitful sleep and spent an hour on the phone. She'd kept herself busy doing laundry, straightening the bedroom and then making lunch. The whole time, Jett went back and forth from the house to the garage, barely saying two words to her.

After last night, she'd expected more. He could be mad at the world for his circumstances, but she wanted to share that with him. He wasn't alone anymore.

A rumble came over the house. The lamp on the end table rattled atop the surface from the deep vibration. She walked to the front window to see who had arrived and it hit her that the noise came from the garage, setting her normal pulse to erratic.

She hurried through the house and stepped out to the garage. Jett sat on his Harley. Her gaze dropped to his right hand, and she groaned. He'd taken off his bandage and brace.

Just that morning, she'd had to fasten his jeans and belt, tie his boots, and help him on with his vest because he couldn't manage the job with only one usable hand.

She stepped forward. "What are you doing?" she yelled over the noise.

He stared at her. She walked closer. He couldn't ride. Chief described Jett's limitations when he'd updated the family prior to release.

She shook her head. Getting no response from him, she pointed at the handlebar. "You can't ride."

His gaze intensified and he cut the engine. Silence filled the garage. The rush of her heartbeat echoed in her ears.

"I will ride again." He got off the bike and moved over to his tool chest.

When he continued to ignore her, she turned to go back in the house when Thorn rode up the driveway on his motorcycle, followed by Freddy. She walked toward them.

Once their bikes shut off, she said, "It takes two of you to take my sister to work?"

Johanna had called earlier and told her to take the week off to be with Jett, and they'd figure out what kind of babysitting schedule they could work out the next Monday.

Thorn raised his hand to Jett and turned his gaze to Sydney. "We were told you both need a ride to the clubhouse."

She shook her head. "I'm not going in this week."

"You sure?" Thorn looked behind her. "What's up, Jett?"

She glanced over her shoulder. Jett had come out to the driveway, a rag draped over his injured hand.

"Run in and get your helmet. You're going with them," said Jett.

She moved over to him and turned her back to the guys. "I'm staying home with you."

"Chief's coming over, and I've got things to do. Go be with your sister at the clubhouse."

"What?" She rocked back. "You already set this all up and didn't tell me?"

"You hear me now." He lowered his head, cupped her face, and whispered in her ear, "Do what I say."

She stepped away from him, hurt and angry over him pushing her away. He had all day to tell her the change in plans. Bursting into the house, she almost collided with Kylie.

"What's wrong with you?" Kylie held on to a helmet.

With her sister using the extra helmet, she'd have to ask Thorn for his. "I'm going to the clubhouse with you."

"Why?"

"Who knows," she grumbled. "I don't want to go."

Kylie walked to the door. "So, stay here."

For a split-second outside, she'd thought about it. Nobody could force her. But, she'd made a promise to herself to be upfront and not complicate Jett's life. At least until things went back to normal.

"Come on." She reached around Kylie and opened the door. "I just want to get away and clear my head before I blow up."

As she got on Thorn's motorcycle, she stared at Jett. He knew what he was doing. If he were in his right frame of mind, he'd never allow her on the back of another man's motorcycle. She'd learned enough being at the Brikken Clubhouse that a woman belonging to a member should never get on another biker's ride. It was a big enough offense, it could get a biker killed.