After Us (Next Generation Book 6) Page 5

  “God, Jaron. I can’t…you’ve only been back not even a day yet and I feel…” My eyes welled. Damn him for making me cry. Again.

  “Hey.” He pulled me off the bed and onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere and I’m sorry for not letting you come visit me in jail.”

  “It hurt too much.” I sighed, my chin quivering. “I get it. But I needed you. I had everyone here, but I still felt so alone.” I picked at a fuzz on his hoodie.

  Jaron leaned his forehead against mine. “I know that feeling. I have to say that this is unnerving. It’s so damn quiet. I’m not used to this.”

  I leaned back, searching his face. I never once thought how he would feel since getting released. I just assumed that he would be fine and could go on with his day-to-day life. “I had no idea.”

  He shrugged. “I had no idea either. No one tells you how it’s going to be once you’re out. It’s why a lot of people who have been in jail for years, end up committing suicide. The world has changed for them. Technology is more advanced. The world is faster. Their loved ones are no longer there for them. It’s hard.”

  “That’s sad.”

  “It is.” He ran his hands up and down my arms. “I met a guy who was getting released a month after I had been there. He was in jail for over thirty years and didn’t want to be released, so he ended up killing a guard to get more time put on his sentence.”

  “Wow. I can’t imagine what that must have been like.”

  Jaron looked me square in the eye. “I would have done the same thing. If I knew that you weren’t going to wait for me, there would have been no point in getting released.”

  I shook my head. “Never. I’m here. I’ve always been here.”

  He kissed my nose. “I know.”

  “Who is she?” I heard myself ask.

  He stiffened. “No one important.”

  “Jaron.” I latched on to him when he went to pull out from beneath me. “Listen, I’m not going to freak out. I just want to know who she is.”

  Jaron met my gaze. “An ex.”

  My heart dropped to the floor beneath me. “Oh…was she before…”

  “She was long before Paris if that’s what you’re asking me.” Jaron wrapped his arms around me and stood, keeping me in his embrace. “She works at Rouge.”

  My eyes widened. “The club Gigi teaches at?”

  Jaron nodded. “Candace is the owner, along with her husband.”

  Gigi talked about the club often, but I never heard her mention Candace’s name. But I also hadn’t been around much since she started teaching there. Our friend was a dance instructor after blowing her knee out several years ago. Clearly, I needed to get out more.

  “We would stop by there whenever we were in her part of the city. Before you, I was bored. I had an itch that needed scratching and I used her.” Jaron wrapped his arms tighter around me.

  “Did she scratch the itch?”

  He grunted, carrying me out to the living room. “Not even close, baby.” He sat us on the couch, keeping me in his arms.

  I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around us. “Did you love her?”

  “No. She was convenient. She was also married. Still is. Her and her husband have a fucked up relationship. He found out about me and didn’t do anything.”

  “Really?” How could her husband be fine with that? “I know that if it were you, you definitely wouldn’t be fine if I…”

  “If you what?” Jaron asked, his body stiffening.

  “Fucked someone else.”

  “Get that thought out of your head, Piper, because you are mine. And mine only. Understand me?”

  I shivered at the deep vibrato rumbling from his chest. “I understand.” I thought a moment. “Was she in love with you?”

  “She said she was. But I think she was just looking for some form of happiness that her husband couldn’t give her at the time. They’re now in counseling and seem to be doing better.” Jaron ran his hand beneath my shirt, brushing his fingers over my lower back. “I don’t want her, Piper. Whatever you’re thinking, you have nothing to fear. I’m yours. I’m Brynn’s. Both of you are my girls.”

  I nodded, laying down and snuggling my face into the crook of his neck.

  His breathing evened out, his stiff body finally relaxing beneath me for the first time since he was released earlier that afternoon.

  “I love you, Jaron,” I whispered, kissing his cheek.

  ***

  Warm lips brushed down the length of my neck. A heavy cock rested between my thighs. Hinting. Begging. Swelling for more.

  I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning out his name. But it didn’t stop me from thinking it.

  Jaron. Jaron. Jaron.

  My hips moved back and forth. Up and down. Side to side. The thick length between my thighs, pressed against my slick center.

  I had gone to bed in shorts and a tank top, but I could still feel him everywhere. Was I dreaming? Was this just some delicious fantasy that my brain had conjured up because I had been lonely for so long?

  “Please,” I whispered, knowing he liked it when I begged.

  Hands gripped my hips. Fingers dug into my flesh. As much as I knew he wanted me, he held me still and rolled his hips.

  Pleasure shot through me. My core clenched. Aching. Throbbing. Needing to be filled by him.

  With my eyes still closed, I let the ecstasy consume me and take control much like the man lying beneath me.

  With a firm grip on my ass, he undulated his hips, forcing a groan to fall between us.

  A spark shot through me when my clit came into contact with the hard ridges of his thick length. “Jaron,” I finally cried out.

  “Piper.”

  My eyes snapped open, the delicious dream vanishing and sizzling into a memory. But even though it had been just a dream, he was hard beneath me and his hands were on my hips.

  “I’m…I was…”

  He pushed me back and forward, sliding me along the thick length beneath his sweatpants.

  “Oh God.” I panted, shaking above him.

  “I was dreaming,” he said, his voice husky. “I was dreaming that you were riding me.”

  “I was dreaming that this was happening.” I sat up, placing my hands on his chest.

  “That what was happening?” he asked, his slate eyes meeting mine.

  “Your hands were on me like this. Your cock was hard beneath me.” I undulated my hips over him. “Like this.”

  “Fuck.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his fingers tightening their hold on me. “We shouldn’t.”

  He had said that he didn’t want to take advantage of me. But he never said anything about no foreplay.

  “We’re not having sex,” I panted, thrusting my hips forward and back.

  “We might as well be.”

  “I need you. I need this. It’s been too long.”

  He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch. “Then kiss me, baby.”

  A breath of relief left me that he wasn’t going to fight me on this.

  Licking along his bottom lip, I crushed my mouth to his at the same time he picked up speed with his hips.

  A delicious burn spread through me. Although we were both fully clothed, it felt almost as good as if he were inside me.

  “Faster,” I pleaded against his lips.

  “What do you want?” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “You want to come? You want to soak my pants with your sweet cream?”

  I moaned, a fast release crashing into me like that of a tidal wave.

  He chuckled. “That’s my girl. So damn responsive.”

  I grinned. “Only for you.”

  Jaron cupped my nape. “Fucking right.” He slammed his mouth down hard on mine and ran my center up and down the length of him. “Fuck, baby. So good.”

  Slipping my tongue between his lips, I reveled in the way he swelled beneath me.

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�Piper.” His body shook, a soft growl escaping him when I felt something warm rush between my legs. He released my mouth, breathing heavy. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

  I smirked. “Neither was I.”

  “I know you want me to fuck you.”

  “Of course I do.” I ran my fingers over his collarbone. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “I don’t want to take advantage of you. I know it’s been a while for both of us. I’m just trying to be a gentleman.”

  “I don’t want a gentleman.”

  He leaned his forehead against mine. “I know. And I’m having a hard time here.”

  “You’ve never been a gentleman before.” And I had loved it. He could read me like an open book. He knew what I liked, took from me what he wanted and returned it tenfold.

  “You complaining?” he asked, running his hands up and down my thighs.

  “No. Never.” I gave him a small smile.

  “I should take a shower and clean myself up.”

  “Okay.” I slid off his lap. I tried not letting the disappointment rush through me, but I missed him. That single orgasm wasn’t enough.

  Heading into the kitchen, I got the coffee brewing before I made my way to the bathroom. The sound of the shower running stirred something inside of me. It sparked an ache, a need, but I knew that I couldn’t press Jaron for more until he was good and ready to take full advantage of the situation. I wasn’t sure why all of a sudden, he was being a gentleman. It messed with my head and I didn’t like it.

  Quickly checking on Brynn, I saw that she was still sleeping, so I headed to the bathroom and stripped along the way. Throwing my clothes in the laundry hamper, I quietly opened the door and shut myself into the room with Jaron.

  The black shower curtain shielded him from me, but I could still imagine every drop of water sliding down his hard body.

  “You’re making it difficult to say no, Piper,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through me.

  “Then why are you?” I was standing there, naked, offering my body and soul to him.

  “I’m trying to be nice.”

  I scoffed, pushing away from the door and making my way to the shower. Pulling back the curtain, I stepped into the shower with him. Water rained down over his hard body, the large tattoo of the Hell’s Harlem Club logo on his back, moving with every breath. The black skull grinned, its eyeless sockets peering into me. “You don’t have to be nice.”

  He turned around, his gaze roaming down the length of me. “It’s been a long time for me.”

  “It’s been a long time for me too,” I reminded him. “I’ve dreamt of you. Fantasized about what would happen when you were finally home. I thought you’d end up…”

  “What?” He reached out, pinching my chin and tilted my head back. “You thought I’d fuck you last night? After being away from you, you thought I would take advantage of the situation because you were offering up your sweet pussy to me?”

  “I just want you again. I want you to touch me. Hold me. Kiss me. Make love to me.”

  Jaron released me, turning around and pushing his head beneath the water. The stream rained down over him, covering every inch of the hard lines of his body.

  “Jaron.” I touched his back, sliding my hands up the length of him.

  He shivered. “I can’t make love to you. Not yet.”

  “Why not?” I sounded desperate but, in all reality, I was. I was so damn desperate for him, it hurt. Every inch of me hurt the longer time wore on where he wasn’t inside of me.

  “Because you deserve more than me just fucking you. You deserve to be pampered, savored, fucking devoured.”

  “Then do that.” I grabbed his arm, spinning him around. “But I don’t need hearts and flowers. You know that.” I cupped his cheek, his beard tickling my palm. “I just want you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

  He covered my hand, giving my palm a gentle nip. Questions danced in his eyes. A war battled through him. It was a moment of should I, or shouldn’t I? I didn’t care that he had just gotten out the day before. We needed lots of moments and this was one of them. We had to take this one day at a time, I knew that, but it didn’t mean that sex was off the table.

  When I reached out to touch him, he grabbed my hand, linked our fingers, and pushed me up against the wall.

  He leaned down, brushing his mouth along the shell of my ear. “The things I want to do to you should be illegal.”

  “Tell me what they are.”

  He lifted his head, something flashing behind his eyes.

  Just when I thought he was actually going to listen to me, a phone rang, snapping through our intense moment.

  “Fucking hell,” he grumbled, placing a soft peck on my forehead. “I should get that.”

  “Why? They can leave a message if it’s that important.”

  Instead of pushing me away, he placed a hard peck on my mouth.

  The ringing stopped, only to start back up again seconds later.

  Jaron grumbled a curse. “I’ll take care of it but whatever you’re thinking, whatever you’re hoping for, forget it. Because when it does finally happen, it’ll be so much better than what you’re imagining.” He kissed my cheek and left the shower.

  I sighed, a shiver trembling through me.

  I had no idea what the hell just happened, but I could only hope that Jaron would eventually make good on his promise.

  Sex wasn’t everything but it had been how we started.

  Maybe it was all we could ever have.

  Jaron

  When I left Piper in the shower, alone and naked, very naked I might add, it took everything in me not to ignore my phone and give her what she wanted. But the fact that it kept ringing over and over again, made me wonder if it was one of my club brothers calling. I had missed so many club meetings, I had to do what I could to get caught up. Even though my dad, as well as Cyrus and Sammy, filled me in whenever they came to visit, it wasn’t the same.

  Quickly drying myself off, I slid into a pair of jeans and answered my cell. “Mercer.”

  “I heard you were out but almost didn’t believe it myself. I was kind of hoping that because you killed my son, you’d stay there forever. But even I can’t control that. And I am technically still the mayor of this fucking city too.”

  My back stiffened at the deep voice in my ear. “What do you want, Price?”

  “You will refer to me as Mr. Mayor, Jaron,” he bit out.

  “Sorry, you lost my respect the moment you hired underage girls to work at your club.” I leaned against the dresser, pinching the bridge of my nose.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The mayor chuckled. “Listen, as much as I’m loving this, I just had to call and hear it for myself. I’m sure we’ll chat soon.” The call disconnected.

  I swallowed a curse and threw the phone on the dresser.

  “Everything okay?”

  I glanced up.

  Piper stood in the doorway to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped around her hair on top of her head.

  My dick twitched, swelling with need for her.

  “Jaron?” Piper chewed her lip, taking a step toward me. “What do you need?”

  You. Beneath me. On top of me. I don’t give a shit where. I just need you.

  I wasn’t doing either of us any favors by not giving us what we wanted. She could make me feel better. She could give me the strength I needed to go and live my life. Our life. For her. For our daughter. For us.

  I glanced at the door. My body trembled, my hands shaking. The hairs on my skin tingled. With need. Want. Fear.

  Fear of the unknown and what would come of this. Could she handle me at my worst? Jail fucked me up. I wanted to give her every horrible detail. I wanted to tell her what I did to survive. To make it so I could come back to her and our daughter.

  When Piper stood a foot away from me, I could smell the sweet scent of her floral shampoo. I gripped the edge of the dresser, my
nails digging into the wood.

  “Jaron?” Piper closed the distance between us, placing a hand on my chest. Her eyes snapped to mine. “Your heart’s racing.”

  I inhaled a sharp breath. The control was wearing thin as her scent wafted into my nose. It billowed around me, enveloping me in a blanket of ultimate desire and seduction.

  She licked her lips, wetting her mouth.

  That one movement, that tiny little action, made me step forward. In a quick move, I curled my arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

  She gasped, slapping her hands against my chest.

  Ripping the towel from her head, I fisted her hair and pulled her head back. Leaning down to her throat, I scraped my teeth up the length of it.

  Her chest rose and fell, her breath coming out in small bursts of air.

  Sliding a hand down the length of her back, I cupped her ass, making sure to keep my mouth against her throat. I could feel her pulse beating beneath my tongue. The faster it was, the harder I became.

  Snaking her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer. The hold was so damn tight, it was like she was trying to burrow herself under my skin.

  Yeah, beautiful. I feel it too. Fuck, do I ever feel it.

  “Jaron.” She shook against me.

  Brushing my lips up the length of her throat and down the line of her jaw, I covered her mouth with mine.

  I swallowed her sighs, held her against me, and just felt. The soft curves of her body. Her full breasts against my chest. Her pelvis rubbing against mine.

  Fisting her hair with both hands, I spun us around and pushed her up against the dresser. She whimpered, reaching around me and sliding her hands into the seat of my jeans. She cupped my ass, pulling me between her legs.

  My cock pushed against the fly of my jeans. Although the zipper wasn’t done up, it still begged to be released and dive deep into her warmth.

  Rubbing back and forth, I pushed and pushed until she was trembling beneath me. Her moans slid into my ears. Her nails scratched into my skin. But it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough where she was concerned.