Jaken (The Untouchables MC 6.5)

Her big gorgeous eyes were heavy lidded as we stared at each other, holding perfectly still as I seated myself to the hilt. That didn’t last long though. Within minutes we were going at it, fast and furious, close to finishing in record time.

I cursed under my breath as I took her, riding her harder than I meant to. Harder than I usually did. But there was something about being outside like this, the need to hurry, the primitive feeling of it… It made me feel like a wild beast. I pulled free but only long enough to bend her forward over the rock, so I could take her the way an animal would.

My hands gripped her hips as I pushed myself in and out of her welcoming heat like we were on the Discovery channel. I could almost hear the voice over: the male takes the prized female from behind, the evolutionary desire to create the next generation of the species overwhelming all other needs. He will neither sleep, not eat, until he has had her. I would have told her that to make her laugh, if I was capable of speech.

I felt her body clench down on me as another orgasm tore through her. She was making sexy little sounds as she peaked, driving me absolutely crazy. I started fucking her even harder, if that was possible. It should not have been. But somehow, it was.

My orgasm took me by surprise. I roared as my seed shot up and out into her. It felt like the best orgasm of my life.

Just like it did every single time we were together.

I slumped forward, my body folding over hers. We stayed there, gasping for breath, as the sweat cooled on our bodies. If the sun hadn’t been shining, we would have been cold. I pressed kisses into the soft skin of her neck as I slowly came back to myself.

I felt her body trembling around me and pulled out. I knew I would get hard again if I didn’t. As much as I would have loved a twofer, I doubted my woman wanted to be gone that long.

We were already going to be pretty fucking obvious when we strolled back in with leaves in our hair.

I helped her stand and straighten her clothes before grabbing my hat. I brushed it off giving her a rueful smile.

“Aren’t you glad you said yes?”

She blushed a little. I loved that about her. I loved that I could still make her blush.

I grabbed her and pulled her in tight for a kiss. It started sweet but got hot and filthy pretty quick. When we lifted our heads I was hard again. But my wife was having none of it.

“You are going to have to wait.”

“I hate waiting,” I murmured in a vaguely Spanish accent, squeezing her cute little ass.

“Get used to disappointment,” she countered in a clipped British tone, both us of quoting her favorite movie, The Princess Bride. The truth was, I loved that movie now, too. It was crazy how quickly I had gotten used to, and hell, come to love, all her girly shit.

Especially the frilly underthings…

Down boy, I told my dick. You have a barbecue to attend.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Do I look alright?” She asked worriedly, messing with her hair.

“You look gorgeous.”

She did look gorgeous. She always did. She looked like she’d just gotten fucked in the woods, too. But I wasn’t going to tell her that.

Chapter Twenty

Jaken

“Wow, you have a lot of friends.”

“They are all excited to meet you,” I said, feeling unaccountably nervous about bringing her to Connor’s house. I didn’t want to overwhelm her. Of course, I’d heard that the girls had literally ambushed her at the grocery store. They’d done it with a little help from Trace, who triangulated her shopping habits to pin down where to find her. I was grateful to the Untouchables women folk.

We were taking a moment alone while everyone was getting their first helping of food. Mason was rocking the grill with his signature hot sauce. It was famous, really. Some fancy NY yuppie had come into the Jar and tried to talk him into mass marketing. He’d said no, for now. But Cain had asked him to reconsider.

Those kids of his might all want to go to college, after all. Or need braces.

It was always better to have more money, than less. Although there were some folks that a ton of money seemed to mess with. Made them selfish and entitled.

Mason was not like that. Never would or even could be. Same for his wife, Michelle, who was like a sister to me.

So when it came up, I told him I agreed with Cain. It might sound like selling out to some folks, but to me, it just sounded smart.

That is if he maintained strict control over flavor.