Struck Love

“Jason!” I lift my hips at the sensation. He shoved his cum inside of me.

He doesn't stop there. He pumps his fingers in and out of me. His thumb goes to my clit as he does it.

“Fuck my fingers. Work my cum into you.” He stops moving his fingers, waiting for me to do as I’m told. I don’t need to be told twice. My body is already greedy for more. I work my hips as he pumps in and out of me. “You’re so damn tight.”

“You're big,” I moan. His cock is hard again, more cum already dripping from the head. He wraps his other hand around it and pumps himself too.

“Your pussy is begging to be broken in, and you know it. I bet you’d let me shove my cock in right now, wouldn’t you?” His thumb presses down hard on my clit, and I explode again.

“Yes!” There is no doubt in my mind that I would do exactly that. He shifts, pulling his fingers out as he keeps working my clit, milking the orgasm from me. He presses the head of his cock inside of me. He barely gets the head in and I feel him come again.

I whimper, my eyes falling closed as his cock slips free, and his fingers return, pushing his release further inside of me. I can’t believe this is happening, but I make no move to stop it. Not that I can even move at this moment. Darkness is already trying to pull me back under. My body is on orgasm overload.

Jason comes over top of me, his mouth taking mine. “Rest, baby.”

“You make it hard to rest.” I laugh, wrapping my arms around him. “You came inside of me.”

“Did it feel good?”

“Yes.” I breathe out the word. “I’m still a virgin,” I point out.

“I know. I shouldn’t have done that, but you made me lose my mind. I had to mark you, babe.” Even he sounds confused by his own words.

“I think I like your mark on me,” I admit, snuggling back into him. This is such a bad idea, but still I cling to Jason as sleep pulls me under.

“Good. It’s not going anywhere anytime soon.”

11

Jason

“Are you stalking now?” Arch asks, dropping into the chair across from mine at the coffee shop.

“And you happened to spot my truck and pulled in to say hi?” I pick up coffee and take a seat. Him accusing me of stalking is like the pot calling the kettle black. The only reason he’s here is because my girl is hanging out with Vee.

“You realize we stand out in this place?” He shifts in the chair.

It groans under the weight. We’re two big motherfuckers. We’re both in jeans and boots. Neither of us have our cuts on or our bikes. That’s as downplayed as we can really get.

“Were you planning on filling me in on the small fact that Old Man McGuire has a family member that’s alive and could be getting the land and not the bank?” I ask. I found that out a few hours ago.

“It doesn’t matter either way. Only an extra step that needs to be handled,” he says defiantly. I know it’s not because he’s late to fill me in on this fact that he clearly knew about already but because of who that family member is.

“Be careful,” I warn.

I’ve spent the week with Olivia in my bed each night. She ended up staying with me all day Monday and into Tuesday. She’d leave for a little while here and there to check in at home and come back when I’d text her. I’m not sure where she’s telling her old man she’s staying, but if I had to guess, it would be at Vee’s. I think she’s worried she is overstaying her welcome at my place. She isn’t. I am ready for her to be there permanently. I enjoy coming home each night from work and her being there.

I’ve learned a lot about her in the time we’ve spent together. Including the fact that her best friend Vee is a big part of her life. The girl is pretty much a sister to her.

“What Savannah and I have together has nothing to do with that fucking land.” Again he’s defensive. Letting me know he’s as far gone for that girl as I am for Olivia.

“I know that.” The last thing Arch ever cares about is money.

“That girl is driving me insane.” Arch runs a hand down his face. “Can you believe she ran from me? The fuck.” As pissed as he is about this I’m guessing this is part of the appeal. This Vee might be good at reading people if she can spot the darkness Arch masks most of the time.

“I wouldn’t run from you,” the barista says as she bends over to top my coffee off. “Can I get you anything?” I swear she’s so close to him, another few inches and she’d fall into his lap.