Struck Love

Jason runs a freaking motorcycle club. That is a lifestyle that’s so different from what I had in mind for my life. But I also only have an idea of how an MC’s club works from television and books. One thing that was often in common was men cheating. That’s something I’ll never be okay with. Jason has to know that about me. I mean, I’m a freaking virgin.

“Honestly I’m a bit scared of the whole MC thing. All the parties and naked girls. I don’t want that to be something I’m always thinking about.” I’ve been pushing it off to the back of my mind. It wasn’t hard when Jason kept me locked away from the rest of the world. That could only last for so long.

“I think you know where I stand with us. I threw it out there last night.”

“You’d been drinking.” Him talking about babies and us living together has ruled my thoughts since it came out of his mouth. When I woke up this morning, I wondered if I’d dreamt it.

“I might have been feeling more than good last night, but I meant what I said.”

“I want those things too,” I admit. “I’m just not sure what that looks like with you living in a motorcycle clubhouse.”

“I didn’t have a reason not to. My work is here.”

“I kind of forget you’re loaded.” A bark of laughter comes from him.

“Then you know I can get us a house easily enough.”

“It’s not about that.”

“I know. It’s about the lifestyle. One that needs to change.” I shake my head.

“I don’t want you to have to change.” People are who they are.

“I want it to change. I don’t want all that. I never have. This was all dropped in my lap. I’ve been managing it, but it’s not what I want. Hell, I wasn’t sure what it was I wanted until you walked through the door and knocked me on my ass.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to be your man. One you love and adore. One that you have faith in to always do the right thing. It’s my job to prove to you that you are and always will be the woman for me. It’ll only be you in my bed and at my side.”

“Jason.” His hand comes up to cup my face.

“I’ve fucked up in my past, and I’ve seen the hurt a man can do to a woman. I’d die before I’d ever put you through that. I’ve kept you sheltered away from the club because I want you to see that. Words are words. People can say anything. I want to show you.”

“I love you,” I blurt out. My eyes sting with tears. “I’ve been so scared to admit that to even myself, but it’s the truth. My mother walked away so easily from me. I think I was scared you could do the same.”

“Never.” He stands with me in his arms. “I’ve been trying to lock you down from the moment I found you.”

“You did lock me in your office.”

“Not the only thing I’ve been doing.” He carries me over to the bed, laying me down.

“You’ve been trying to get me pregnant,” I say. He nods. “But you also didn’t want me to think this was only about you getting off.”

“I’m a bit of an asshole, aren’t I?”

“I might be naïve, but I knew deep down what was happening. What it could mean and I wanted it too.”

“You should probably be running from me.”

“You want me to run?” I lift my hips, pressing my sex into his cock.

“You can try.”

“I don’t want to run. I want you to make love to me.”

“Say it again. Tell me that you love me.”

“I love you.” His eyes close for a long moment. He savors my words. I don’t know how I got so lucky to find a man like Jason, but I’m never letting him go either.

“I love you too, babe,” he says before he claims my mouth.

We both start to pull at each other's clothes. He rips the shirt right from my body. I’m desperate to have him inside of me. That's all I can think about. I want that connection with him.

“Fuck,” he grits out when I wrap my hand around his cock. I start to stroke him. “You’re not ready.”

“Jason. Please,” I beg. I need him inside of me now. I’ve waited long enough.

“Need to eat you first,” he grits out, looking almost pained.

“No, put it inside me.” I try to guide him to my opening. He grips me around my wrist, making me release him from my hold.

“Don’t make me spank your ass right now,” I huff, having no doubt he will flip me over and spank me. “Olivia,” he growls when he sees the excitement on my face. “I’m not going to hurt you. I have to do this right.” He tries to reason with me.