Jett

13 - Four days

Jett

Now, I may have promised Tank I’d stay away from Maria until Hammer could talk to Draven, but I’ve been sneaking over to their house each night for the past three nights. I watch Maria sleeping through her window, sitting on her balcony like some sick stalker.

Is it possible to fall for somebody you’ve hardly spent any time with?

I can’t say that’s what's happening to me because I just don’t know, but it sure feels like it.

Okay, maybe “falling for” is a little strong. It’s more like an obsession. Maria is an obsession that I can’t quit. An addiction that I need, like I need air. I long to touch her skin and taste her lips. I’ve never wanted anyone this much before.

Maybe it’s because she's forbidden fruit?

You know what they say about the forbidden?

It always tastes sweeter.

I watch Maria through the window, coming out of her bathroom in her short, pink silk night slip. Her long, dark hair is loose, hanging down her back and over her shoulders.

Four days. That’s how long I have left before I lose her forever. Once she’s married to whichever prick her brother has picked out, there will be fuc.k all I can do to take her from him.

I have never been a selfish man; I wasn’t raised that way. Yeah, if I want puss.y, I’ll take it. However, this isn’t just about simple puss.y; this is about the mother of my child. There’s something inside me so strong that won’t – can’t – give up this woman. She’s mine, there is no doubt about that, and if I have to kill half the damn state to stop this stupid wedding, then trust me, I will.

I won’t be pushed out of my child’s life. I might be a lowdown dirty outlaw biker, but that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to know my child. Every kid deserves a father. I never want to be the kind of dad who never sees his child. If I learned anything from my father about being a dad, it’s never giving up and always being there for my kid.

But what could I do if Maria is married to another man?

Not that I would ever allow another man to raise my kid indefinitely. I’d make damn sure, one day, that that kid knew me, but I don’t want to wait years. I want my child under my roof, knowing that I am their father and that I love him or her more than anything in this world.

I could take Maria and her stupid husband to court for access to my child, but it wouldn’t get me anywhere. Vidal would kill me the second he realized I’d seen a lawyer. I’m not scared of death; I’ve seen too much of it in my life to be scared, but I would do anything to be a father to my child. I want to be the first man to hold him or her in his arms. I want to be the first man to kiss that baby’s head and tell them how much they are loved.

Damn, I never knew I could feel like this about a child who isn’t even born yet, but I do. I love my kid and want their mother home with me. I know I could love Maria, take care of her, and give her a good home and family. We could be magic together.

Don’t we deserve the chance to find out?

Four days.

Four fuckin’ days is all I have to stop this shi.t. The only trouble is that I still haven’t worked out how to. If I took Maria and ran, Vidal would find us, and as much as I want Maria with me, I don’t think either of us would survive without our families. I can’t even talk to Vidal about this because he doesn’t want to know.

I have to think of something. I can’t lose Maria. I just can’t.

I’m taking a massive risk being here. It’s fuckin’ suicid.e. Each and every night I do this is. However, I’m like a dog with a bone, and I can’t stop my damn self. Tonight is different. Tonight, I can’t just watch her sleeping; I need to see her. That’s why I tap the window of her balcony door with my knuckles. Not too loud, I don’t want to draw any unwanted attention to myself.

With narrow eyes, Maria comes closer to the door, pulling back the sheer gray curtains. Her mouth hangs open in surprise.

She opens the door and asks me, “What are you doing here, Jett?”

I don’t say anything. I’m hungry for her, desperate in a way I don’t understand. I need her like I need air. I’m playing a dangerous game. I’m playing with my life, but she’s worth it. Maria is worth dying for.

“Jett?” She backs away a little, but she isn’t going anywhere. I need to touch her; I’ll die if I don’t.

Not literally, of course, that would be fuckin.g ridiculous. But since Maria told me she was carrying my baby, I haven’t been able to get my damn dic.k up for any other woman. It’s like he knows this woman’s body belongs to him. Like he belongs to her.

God help me.

I slide my hand around her back and pull her toward me. My other hand gently takes her face, and she leans into my touch for a second before looking at me and biting her lower lip. I tug it loose with my thumb and stroke her lip.

“Jett.” My name is a whisper on her lips, and it brings back all those memories of her screaming my name that first night, the night we made our baby. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to see you, Maria.”

“But this is so dangerous, Jett. Do you know what my brother would do to you if he found you here?” I do know. He’d blow my fuckin’ head right off. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I need you to be there for the baby.”

“And I will be. There ain’t nobody gonna keep me from this baby, Maria. Not your brother, not your new husband...”

“Promise me that you’ll always be there for our child.”

I squint my eyes a little. She seems a little frantic suddenly.

Is she scared that I’ll walk away like her brother wants?

Or is she just scared to marry this guy, knowing he’ll try to be a father to my kid?

It won’t fuckin’ happen!

“I promise.”

Closing her eyes, Maria breathes deeply with a sigh of relief.

“You have to leave, Jett.”

I pull her closer, her little body molding into mine like it was made to be there. I don’t like that she’s lost weight. Her once-perfect curves seem to be shrinking, which is beyond fucke.d up in her condition. She's five months pregnant, and she’s losing weight.

Fuc.k!

“You’ve lost weight. It’s not healthy in your condition, Maria.”

“I know.” She lowers her eyes for a second. “I’m just never very hungry.”

“You must eat. No matter what’s happening, you must take care of this baby. Promise me, Maria.”

She smiles sweetly, and it sends bolts of lightning to my damn coc.k. “I promise. Now, you have to leave before my brother finds you here and does something terrible.”

“I’m not leaving yet. Your brother isn’t home. I made sure of it before I came here. There’s also one guard inside the house, and he can’t come into your room.” She furrows her brow. “I know this stuff,” I wink, and she nods. “The rest are around the perimeter, making sure everything is as it should be. They would have seen me sneak in here if they did their jobs correctly. As it is,” I wink again.

Maria doesn’t smile or say anything she just looks at me. I lean in and take a lungful of her scent, the same scent that drove me insane the night I took her body for my own. Her hair smells of flowers and rain. Her skin smells of soap, perfume, and everything perfect in this world.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her.

She nods, but she’s not convinced.

I’m not going to stand here explaining it to her. I’m wasting time, and I don’t have much of it before I need to get the fuc.k out of here. I tug her as close as I can get her, our eyes locked, and there’s a monster in me dying to get out and ravage her.

My lips are on Maria’s, and I don’t know how they got there, but I can’t stop now. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, almost scalping me to get me where she needs me.

I grab her heart-shaped ass in my hands and lift her up and against my body, her legs lock around my waist, and I turn us and pin her against the glass doors. Maria rocks her hips, rubbing her hot puss.y against my stomach, and my goddamn fuckin.g dic.k is so hard it’s painful behind my jeans.

She’s wet. Her panties are soaked, I can feel it seeping through my shirt. I have to have her right now; there’s no fuckin.g way I can leave here without fuckin.g Maria. To hell with the fact I’m in the home of Don Vidal. I don’t give a shi.t that this woman is his baby sister. I don’t even care that he’s threatened to kill me more than once should I ever come near Maria again.

I am Jett, Vice President of Snakes Henchmen MC! Ain’t no motherfucke.r I’m scared of. Ain’t no motherfucke.r gonna take what’s mine, and Maria is mine. Goddamn, is she ever mine!

“Jett, please,” I know what she wants, and I'm gonna give it to her.

As fast as I can, I unbuckle my belt, tear down my zipper, and push my jeans around my thighs. Maria’s little moans spur me on. Her panties to one side, no time to tear them off, I push into her, deep inside on the first thrust. I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure.

I grab her face with my hand while thrusting hard into her tight little body. I want her to look at me. I need to know she sees me. “No matter what, you will always be mine. Tell me, Maria!” I demand.

She grinds her puss.y into me, her eyes holding mine like no one ever has before. There’s a little monster inside of her also. She’s not shy; she wants it low down and dirty. Never believed in soulmates before, but I have to wonder if she ain’t mine.

“Tell me,” I hiss and slam into her.

She screams each time I do, clutching at me, fuckin.g me back as hard as she can.

“Tell me you’re mine first!” She yells.

I growl like a fuckin’ animal. I almost fuckin’ roar!

“I’m yours.” I grit through my teeth. “I will always be yours!” Nothing has ever been more truthful than what I’ve just said.

I’m losing it, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from cumming.

“And I’m yours, Jett. For as long as you want me.”

Always! That’s how long I want her.

“Oh, God. Please, Jett, please!” Ass in my hands, my lips on her throat, I fuc.k her so damn hard the glass is groaning with the force of my thrusts. “Oh. My. I’m cumming...!”

I crush my mouth against hers. Her brother might not be home, but her guard is. Having someone find us like this won’t be good. Her brother will do more than kill me.

Maria’s tight cunt contracts around my throbbing coc.k and I’m gone; I can’t stop the coiling in my gut or the tug of my balls as I shoot my seed deep inside of her. I didn’t even think about a condom, but it’s not like I can knock her up twice.

I hold Maria against the window for long minutes, her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder. Stroking her hair and kissing her head. I shouldn’t have come here and done this, but there’s something about her that I can't quit.

Or is it the fact I don’t seem to have a f*****g choice when it comes to my child and what happens to it that’s making me crazy like this?

When I leave here tonight, will it be the last time I see Maria until the baby is born?

Will I even see her then?

God only knows. However, I have four days to figure something out. No matter what it takes, this woman will be mine. The thought of some other guy’s hands on her, his coc.k inside of her, him being a father to my kid, churns my fuckin’ gut.

“Everything’ll be alright, Maria.” However, as I say the words, I don’t believe them.