Jigsaw (Hell's Handlers MC 3)

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said, releasing her. They jumped from the ring, ignoring the catcalls from his brothers and made their way to the “locker room,” which was really just an area sectioned off by plywood. “Get the fuck out,” Jig called to the two people changing.

Both glanced at him and paled when they saw his cut. Being feared had its perks. The moment they were gone, Jig backed Izzy against the wall, boxing her in with a forearm on either side of her head.

Perspiration gave her a glow, and her flushed face spoke to how much she’d exerted herself in the ring. Of course, that damn braid was perfect as ever, not a stray hair in sight. He reached behind her head and somehow managed to unwind the tail of the braid. Then he ripped off the rubber band and dove his fingers into her hair, working the tight strands out until thick waves tumbled down, sticking to her sweat-dampened skin.

The entire time he messed up her hair, he’d had his thigh pressed up in the junction between her legs. By the time the braid was undone, Izzy was moaning and riding his thigh like a mechanical bull.

“I need it, Jig,” she said. “Don’t make me wait.”

“You love me?”

Her hips stopped rocking, leaving that hot pussy pressed firmly against his leg, her juices soaking through both her shorts and his jeans. He moved his hands from her hair to her ass, gripping the taut globes hard and grinding her harder on his leg.

She let out a little moan and nodded. “I love you, Jig.”

“You know I’m fucked up, right? That I’ve got this…thing in me. This beast that claws its way out sometimes. You know it’s why I fight.”

Izzy pressed two fingers over his mouth, pushing the words back in. “I see you, Jigsaw. I see you, and I see Lincoln, and I see how what happened shaped you into the man you are today. The man I love. I love you, Jig. I love the man standing in front of me, every fucked-up piece of you. And for the record, that beast can come out and rage-fuck me any time he’d like.” The smile she bestowed on him wasn’t one he’d seen from her yet. It was sweet, intimate, loving, and made him believe every word out of her mouth.

“You know I’m fucked up too, right?” she whispered as he rested his forehead against hers, still holding her ass.

“Yeah, I know it.”

She chuckled.

“Looks like I see you too, Isabella. And I love you. Never thought that’d happen to me again. Never thought I wanted it. Now? Well now I want it so bad I’ll even let my woman get in the ring and fight some punk-ass moron.”

Tears glistened in her eyes, making Jig’s chest tighten. There was no way in hell he deserved this fierce, warrior-queen, but he’d take her, run with it, and never look back.

Izzy cleared her throat. “Think you’re ready to give me my winnings?” Her smile was sly, teasing. “Because I’m ready to collect my prize.”

“Is that so?”

She bit her lower lip and nodded. Shit, that lip had his dick growing even harder, which shouldn’t be physically possible. He lowered his zipper just to relieve some of the pressure and prevent serious injury.

“You okay there, bubba?” Izzy asked with a girlish laugh.

“No, I’m not fucking okay. Shouldn’t have offered to eat you out. Shoulda told you I was gonna fuck you instead.”

“Well,” she said, tilting her head and grasping his cock through his boxer briefs. “I’m open to a change in plans.”

“Nope,” he said, dropping to his knees and ripping her shorts down her legs, making her squeal in shock. “I’m a man of my word. I’ll deal.”

“Jesus, Jig,” she whispered as she stared down at him.

He wrapped his hands around her thighs, just above her knees, then slid all the way up her legs. Eyes on her, he inhaled the sharp scent of her arousal then took a long lick through the dripping folds of her pussy.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

Keeping his eyes on hers, Jig glided his thumbs inward until they met just over the hood of her clit. He lifted the hood, fully exposing the swollen nub, then blew on it. Izzy’s entire body jerked, and she gasped. The moment the breath left her lungs, he latched on to her clit and sucked with enough force to have her screaming his name.

Always greedy for more, Izzy gasped and shoved her fingers into his hair, holding him against her. Jig struggled to keep his lips wrapped around her clit when they were trying so hard to smile.

His warrior-queen had him at her mercy, and he loved every fucking second of it.

Maybe one day, a decade from now, he’d tell her how he viewed her.