Garrett
I knew it was coming. I knew Jenna would storm upstairs to find me still sitting at the same table, sipping another cup of coffee, once she saw what the guys had done to Dima. I sent the guys off to collect some money owed to us by a local dealer, getting them out of the way of her wrath. It wasn’t that I was afraid of her, I just didn’t want them to have to deal with her. She was going to be mad at me; it was my job to deal with it.
“What the hell were you thinking?” I could hear her from across the room, shouting before she was even fully up the stairs.
I set my cup down on the table and turned around to see her petite body angrily coming my way. Her anger was apparent in her face, scowling at me like she believed her eyes could burn holes through my skin. Her fists were clenched at her sides. Her feet stomped on the floor as her legs pumped her across the space between us. Her perky breasts bounced in her tank top, threatening to come out of her bra.
“You lied to me,” she accused me. “You said he wasn’t going to be harmed while I talked to him.”
A few of the girls hanging out with some of the members of the MC got up and left quickly, keeping their eyes on her as they backed away, trying to avoid whatever drama was unfolding in the clubhouse. It was a regrettable occurrence, that was for sure. I simply watched as she approached me. She wasn’t the first angry woman who had attacked me at HQ, accusing me of lying and a multitude of other offenses.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself? Anything?” She stood in front of me with her fists clenched, seething with anger.
I stood up calmly, realizing for the first time just how much taller I was than Jenna. “You need to keep your voice down in here,” I told her quietly as I took her arm in my hand and started to walk her up to the third floor, where we had private rooms for members who needed a place to crash for the night.
She tried to jerk her arm away, but my grip was too tight. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going somewhere to talk in private. Now, act like you’ve got some sense and come with me,” I urged her in a low tone.
She fumed but walked with me to the stairs leading up to the third floor. Old wooden doors lined the hallway. Some of them were open, some closed as the rooms were probably occupied. The floor was quiet, with just a hint of noise drifting up from the second floor and some outside sounds spilling in through open windows. I led her to the closed door at the end of the hallway, my own private room.
I fished out my keys and opened the door. The room was dark except for a couple of lamps standing in the corners, spilling their golden glow throughout the room, giving it a warm, cozy light. The world outside was held at bay by thick black curtains designed to keep out the sun and, most importantly, prying eyes. The room had a simple king-size bed situated against the far wall with a nightstand next to it that held a small digital alarm clock. In the top drawer was a copy of the Bible and a handgun, just in case.
The Presidential Suite, as we called it, wasn’t anything special. It existed in case the acting president of the MC had to stay the night, or in case he had other business to tend to, like teaching his old lady her place. Jenna was hardly my old lady, but we needed a private space so she could air out whatever it was that was bothering her.
“What’s bothering you?” I asked as I closed and locked the door behind us.
“What’s bothering me? Are you seriously going to ask me that question?” She turned on me, staring up at me with fierce anger in her green eyes.
She turned and walked away, sitting down on the bed. “You know what’s bothering me,” she said in an almost pouty tone.
“I want you to tell me. I want to hear you say it,” I urged her, still standing by the door.
“Dima.” Those eyes locked on me again. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.
After a pause, she continued. “You said he was going to be okay as long as I was talking to him.”
“But you haven’t been, at least on your account,” I told her. “You keep telling me hasn’t said anything to you other than to try to get you to help him escape or trying to convince you that you’re in danger here. So, if he’s talking and you aren’t telling me what he’s saying, I’m going to have to assume that you’re working with him.” I closed the distance between us as I talked.
Having her petite figure sitting on my bed and looking up at me with passion filling her eyes turned me on. I couldn’t explain it, but I couldn’t deny it either. The angrier she got, the more I wanted her. Again.
“You really don’t trust me, do you?” she asked, obviously insulted. “How dare you accuse me of lying to you. You! Of all people!”
“How do I know you’re not lying?” I snapped back. “How do I know you haven’t let him fill your head with lies about me? You won’t tell me what he says, so you’re obviously hiding something,” I accused her, throwing her reluctance to talk about him in her face. “In fact, the only time you ever tell me anything at all is when you’re trying to convince me to let him go. Do you really think he won’t try to get out of here the moment any of those restraints are loosened? Do you really think he won’t try to hurt you or anyone else in his way so that he can run?” My voice boomed, filling the room.
Jenna didn’t cower from my anger. She stared up at me defiantly, as if my words had no effect on her. “But you’re torturing him,” she said flatly. “I never agreed to be part of that.”
“This is war, Jenna Dunn. Don’t you get it? We’ve got the advantage here, and we’ve got to use that advantage. We can’t let this opportunity slip through your fingers.”
“You’ll have to do it on your own, then,” she said, reaching up to push me out of the way as she went to get off the bed.
I grabbed her hand. “You’re staying. I hired you to do a job, and you’re not leaving until it’s done.”
She jerked her hand away from me. “What are you going to do, Garrett? Are you going to lock me up downstairs and have someone beat me? Or are you just keeping me around so you can fuck me whenever you want?”
I grabbed both of her arms and stood her up in front of me. I had figured out what it was about her that turned me on so much. She wasn’t afraid of me. She wasn’t afraid to stand up to me and to fight with me. She’d been trying to put me in my place since she got to HQ.
“I don’t remember hearing you complain,” I told her.
“That’s because I wasn’t complaining,” she snapped back.
I kissed her. She didn’t push away. Instead, our lips melted together, furiously at first, as if our mouths were fighting for us. But then, as our mouths opened and our tongues met again, our kiss slowed down and deepened. She pressed herself against me as I released her from my grip.
My hands slid down her arms and around behind her, grabbing and squeezing her tight, round ass through her jeans and grinding my hips against her. She pulled back from our kiss and moaned. She buried one hand in my hair and held onto me with the other, her thin, girlish fingers spread out across my shoulder.
She tilted her head back and gasped as I kissed her tender neck, my lips gently sucking on her fair skin. She pulled me to her, and we fell back onto the bed.
“Fuck me again,” she begged breathlessly in my ear. “Take me right here, Garrett.”
I couldn’t deny her the pleasure we both sought. My hands pushed her tank top up, running along the smooth skin of her stomach, her narrow waist, and then over the lacy curve of her bra. I squeezed her breasts through the fabric hiding them from me as she raised her arms to let me pull her top all the way off.
She worked my vest and shirt off. Then, sliding her hungry, greedy hands down my chest and stomach, she forced my jeans down past my ass, freeing my hardening desire for her as I worked her jeans down from her hips, revealing her black panties and her slender legs. I let her jeans fall to the floor.
I ran my fingers over the fabric guarding her sex. I could feel the damp heat of her desire waiting for me behind the black lace. I wrapped my fingers around the waist of her underwear and pulled it down, revealing her bare skin and delicate pink folds. She was swollen with desire.
I slid a finger over her opening, passing between her wet lips, and she arched her back. She reached back and unclasped her bra while I slid my finger into the core of her desire, running it along her front wall, feeling for her g-spot.
“Oh God, Garrett,” she groaned as I found her pleasure center and stroked it with my finger. I felt her muscles tighten, gripping me inside her. She grabbed my wrist with one of her hands and wrapped her fingers as far around my arm as they would go. “Not yet,” she panted, her body starting to jerk under my palm.
I chuckled. “There is no not yet, Jenna,” I told her with a grin on my face. I grabbed her wrists and held both of her hands above her head. I was going to take her there at least once before I entered her again.
As she writhed and moaned underneath me, I felt my desire for her growing stronger, harder between my legs. I worked inside her with my fingers and rested my thumb on the little ridge at the front of her slit, gently rubbing it back and forth, up and down. She squeezed her legs closed around my hand and almost squealed as she arched her back and pushed her hips down against me.
“Fuck,” she cried out. “Oh my God, Garrett.”
As her body relaxed, I let go of her wrists and spread her legs. I slid my fingers out of her and stroked myself with her wet lust, readying myself to enter her. I parted her with my head and pressed myself against her opening.
She looked up at me with something deeper than lust in her eyes—affection—and put her hands against my chest. She parted her legs further as I pushed into her. Her muscles were still clenching from her orgasm as I drove myself deep inside of her, pushing slowly.
I arched my back as her lips gripped my shaft and slid down to my base. A nice long moan escaped from deep in my chest. I reached down and grabbed her breasts for leverage, cupping her perfectly round mounds of flesh in my hands and squeezing them gently, pushing her nipples up between my fingers.
I worked my hips against hers, pressing myself against her thighs and ass as I penetrated deep inside her.
“It feels so good,” she moaned, pressing her fingertips into my chest.
I cupped a hand behind her head. “Does it, baby?” I asked, thrusting faster as my ecstasy grew from deep within and started climbing up my shaft for her.
The sound of her panting and moaning drove me ever closer to orgasm. I forced myself into her harder and harder.
“Yes,” she called out, encouraging me. “Oh God, yes, Garrett. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from this mild mannered university researcher, this mousy little woman who lived her life in dusty libraries across the world. She grabbed my waist and held me against her, rocking her hips against me, driving my erection ever deeper inside her.
“I’m going to come again,” she panted, rocking harder and harder, faster and faster, until I could feel her ecstasy erupting all around me. She tilted her head and arched her back as a cry of pleasure ripped itself from her throat.
I grabbed her hips and shoved myself deep inside her a few more times, holding back until the last possible moment, when I pulled out and finished myself off on the hairless mound of flesh above her slit. She looked down, watching as each drop spilled from my head onto her skin.
“Give it all to me, Garrett,” she coaxed me breathlessly as I emptied myself just below her soft white belly.
After I finished, I grabbed some tissues from the bathroom attached to my room and wiped my spilled seed off her mound. I tossed the tissue on the wooden floor and lay down next to her, kissing her shoulder and gripping her hand, our fingers intertwining and locking together.
“What were we fighting about?” I asked with a grin on my face.
She looked up at me with affection still in her deep, gentle green eyes. She stroked my cheek. “I don’t know, but it’s not important now.” She rolled over onto her side and backed up to me, pulling my arm around her. “Just hold me,” she said.
And I did. I held her little body against mine, protecting her from the hard reality that waited for both of us outside that door. I closed my eyes and breathed in the inviting smell of her shampoo, and I tried to ignore the fact that we were just making things harder on ourselves by continuing to sleep together. At this point, anything that happened would just be complicated by our actions and emotions.
For a moment, though, none of that mattered, and I was able to drift off next to Jenna, the one woman able to break through my walls.