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  “Are you trying to tell me you’re a fucking virgin?”

  She froze, turning to look at him in horror. No one knew her secret and hearing him mock her current status hurt.

  “Shit, you are. I’m sorry.”

  “Forget it. This was a mistake. It was all a mistake.” She charged out of his apartment. Once outside, Piper spotted her car, climbed inside and was out of there.

  Chapter Three

  Jesse threw the vase he’d been given by a neighbor across his apartment. Fuck, his plans were screwing up left and right. He’d never taken a fucking virgin and was proud of himself for never getting mixed up with them. Virgins were females with expectations. He didn’t do relationships and that was what a virgin expected.

  “Fuck.” Shouting the curse out failed to help his anger.

  He grabbed his cell phone and dialed Charley’s number.

  “Do you have any news for me?” Charley asked.

  “No. There’s a problem. She’s a fucking virgin, Charley. How the fuck can I screw the information out of a fucking virgin? She doesn’t deserve this shit.”

  He hated to admit it but he’d grown to like her. She wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever met. Women who grew up in the lifestyle rarely held any sense of innocence.

  Piper wasn’t really in the lifestyle. Her father was the club president while she was only his daughter.

  “Then you’re going to have to keep it up before you get rid of her. We need this information and I’d hoped we could get what we needed without hurting the poor girl. I can’t think of anyone better to take her virginity. Give her body a party, Jesse. When you’re done I won’t ask anything else from you.”

  “I can’t do this.” Jesse gritted his teeth as he spoke.

  “We all do our shit for the club. Do you expect the boys to be happy with looking over their shoulders every time they leave? I hate to bring the girl in but this has played out of our hands. Give me a call when you know more.”

  The line disconnected. Hating his president and the club, he threw the cell phone across the room. He needed to clear his head. He slammed out of the apartment, holding onto his jacket as he left. Jesse took the truck to the mechanic shop where he’d been told to work.

  Western was working under the hood of a car as he pulled in. “I didn’t expect you to be here at all.” The mechanic wiped his hands on the grease cloth as he walked toward Jesse.

  “I need to work on something. I’ve got to clear my head and I can’t do that on my bike. You got anything for me to work on?” Pocketing his keys, he followed Western to a rundown rust bucket in need of several years of TLC.

  “Will this do?” Western asked.

  “Sure.”

  For the next few hours he worked on the rust bucket, wishing there was something more he could come up when it came to the problem at hand. Piper was a virgin and he knew all about fucking.

  Don’t back down now. You’ve got to keep this up.

  Working on the car he cleared his thoughts seeing the problem had nothing to do with Piper. He needed to stop thinking about her as a job. There was where his conflict lay. With him seeing Piper as a job, something he needed to deal with, he lost all sense of seduction and need.

  Blocking all thoughts of the job and task from his mind, Jesse allowed himself to simply think about Piper as a woman, a sexy, full, desirable woman. He’d gotten the chance to feel her full, rounded tits. They filled his hands perfectly. Her nipples were large and would fill his mouth as he sucked.

  Every thought turned him on. Piper was a sexy woman and one he’d love to fuck in a heartbeat. He wondered what she’d look like when he brought her to climax. Jesse knew he could make her blossom underneath him.

  No, his wooing wasn’t over. In fact, it was only just beginning.

  Smiling, feeling happier than he had in over four weeks, he delved into the project of the rusty car. He didn’t care about anything else other than his plans of getting Piper on his side.

  The following Monday he stood outside the coffee shop waiting for her to approach. Her head was bowed and when she got closer, he grabbed her arm tugging her away.

  “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” she asked.

  “We’re going to have some time away from the fucking coffee shop.” Bundling her into the passenger side of the truck, he walked around to the driver’s side.

  “This is kidnapping. Do you have any idea who my father is?” she asked.

  “No, and I don’t give a fuck.” He lied easily. Reaching across the truck, he held onto her neck, drawing her in close. Slamming his lips down onto hers he silenced her with a kiss.

  She gasped, opening up for him to deepen it.

  “Now, we’re going to go out and have some fun. You’re not allowed to doubt me or throw shit out that doesn’t exist. Are we clear?” he asked.

  “You’re acting like someone crazy. What’s going on?”

  “I’m not giving you chance to read or do anything.” He started up the truck. Jesse checked to make sure the road was clear before pulling out of the town square and headed out toward the nature park ten miles out.

  For the first five minutes of their journey she was silent then she started to speak. He’d decided to give her the time and space she needed to get herself together.

  “I’m sorry about the other day. It was foolish of me.” Her hands were rubbing down her thighs.

  “You were being honest with me.” Taking hold of her hand, he kept on driving. “Don’t ever be embarrassed to admit the truth.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Baby, you’re a virgin, so what? I’m not around you for that.” He no longer considered the words he spoke a lie.

  “This is humiliating.”

  “How have you remained untouched?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. The thought of no other man knowing her body made him hard as rock. He’d take her to heights she never even knew existed.

  “It’s hard to trust anyone with who my father is. He’s the president of the Hell’s Charter. Have you heard of it?”

  “No, I can’t say that I have.” Now he felt uncomfortable.

  “Well, a lot of the guys are always there to see my father, trying to impress him. Let’s just say I learned a man paying me attention hasn’t always been innocent.”

  Gritting his teeth, Jesse couldn’t help the anger. With the Demons no one used a woman to get into the club.

  “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with shit like that.” Parking the truck, he turned the ignition off. Climbing out of the truck, he went to her side before she got chance to climb out. “This is about fun. No doubts, no crap. Just you and me, got it?” he asked.

  “I got it.” He didn’t have a clue what he was doing. He locked up his truck and they started walking. The cold winter air gripped them and he wished he’d picked something else to do.

  “What are we doing here?” she asked, shivering.

  “I want to spend time with you but being in that blasted coffee shop is like being in a fucking nunnery. You hide from me, Piper. I’m tired of you hiding.”

  “You think getting me to freeze to death would be better?” She rubbed her hands together.

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her back against him. “Then we can share body heat,” he whispered against her ear, and together they walked around the nature reserve. Jesse took his time, holding her close. She smelled lovely and lemony.

  “Why did you bring me out here?” she asked.

  “I want you, Piper.” He held her tight, refusing to let her go.

  “I don’t believe you.” She was tense in his arms. He wanted her to relax, to know what true desire really was.

  Pressing his aching cock against her ass, he tugged her back. “You feel that?” She nodded. “I fucking ache for you, baby. I want to feel you underneath me, taking my cock.”

  “Jesse.” She jerked but he kept a hold on her.

  “Listen to me, Piper.” He looked around, che
cking to make sure no one was watching. Gliding his hands up her body, he cupped her tits through the thin jacket she wore. He’d take her back to the truck very soon to warm up. “I want to fuck you, baby. I’ve been imagining you for a long time underneath me.”

  “We barely know each other.” She was tense but he needed to get this out in the open.

  “Our bodies don’t need to know each other for longer. Is your pussy wet for me? Do you want me as badly as I want you?”

  He turned her to face him, staring into her shocked face.

  Her mouth opened then closed.

  “It’s all right. I’m not expecting you to answer.” Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes.

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  “This Friday, if you want to explore this, then meet me outside of the coffee shop. Don’t bring a book and I promise you, Piper, you won’t regret giving yourself to me.”

  Jesse claimed her lips, cupping her ass and drawing her close to him. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. This Friday.”

  He didn’t give her chance to dispute him as he led her back to the truck.

  “If I don’t want to?”

  “Then you come with a book and I’ll see it in your hand.” Jesse hoped for his own sanity that she wanted him. This was no longer about his club but about himself.

  ****

  On Friday, Piper stared at her reflection wishing she could find something that would finally make up her mind. Over the last week she’d changed her mind over a dozen times. One moment she was going with Jesse on Friday then the next moment she wasn’t.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said.

  “What’s gotten into you?” her father asked, walking by her bedroom door. She was at the Hell’s Charter clubhouse.

  “Nothing, Dad. I’m fine.”

  John stared at her for several moments. He walked inside her room. “Are you sure everything is fine? You’ve not been right since this boyfriend of yours came onto the scene.”

  “He’s not my boyfriend. Only a friend.”

  A friend who wants to fuck me.

  Averting her gaze, she grabbed her bag from the bed.

  “Only a friend? Does he know about the club?” John asked, standing beside her.

  “He doesn’t seem to. Jesse hasn’t asked about you. In fact, he’s the first man who talks to me about everything but club business.” Biting her lip, she stared down at the floor.

  “What’s going on, Piper? The boys have commented about your withdrawal from them.” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

  “Nothing is going on. I promise. It’s woman stuff. That time of the month and all that.” She crossed her fingers behind her back hoping he’d back off.

  “Woman things?” John wrinkled his nose. “Okay, honey. I’ll tell the boys to back off. They know better than to get mixed up with women during that trying time.”

  It took every ounce of will power not to burst out laughing.

  “Thanks, Dad. I’m out for the day. Do you have everything under control here? I finished the books and I’ve also dealt with that crap Junior left you as well.” She walked to her desk, handing him back the file John asked her to prepare.

  “I really shouldn’t involve you in club business,” John said, taking the folder from her.

  “No matter. I’ve got to earn my keep and this is what you’d do if I’d been a boy. I’m not a rider but I can keep your business in working order. Bye, Dad.” She kissed John on the cheek, heading out of the door. Stopping, she turned to look at him. “What happened to Junior? He’s not been around here lately.”

  “Business, baby.”

  Smiling, she gave him a wave, heading out toward the coffee shop. She’d argued with her father about walking today rather than riding. Piper didn’t want any of the men asking questions. The romance book she’d been reading was back at home. Looking up as she neared the coffee shop she saw Jesse, smoking a cigarette, leaning against the brick wall.

  He really was a handsome man, sexy and dangerous at the same time.

  “You came,” he said.

  “Yeah, I came.” Glancing at the spot where she usually sat, Piper waited for him to speak.

  “Did you bring your book?” he asked.

  She shook her head. Words failed her in that moment.

  “Do you want to come home with me?”

  Piper wanted to get rid of her virginity. Jesse looked like the kind of man who’d give a woman pleasure.

  “Yes, I want to go home with you,” she said.

  “Follow me.” He took her hand once again leading her toward his truck. He helped her inside before taking his position beside her.

  Her hands were sweaty again. Staring at everyone going about their business, she wondered if they knew what she was about to do.

  Sex, she was about to go and have sex.

  Heart pounding, she squeezed her thighs together to try to stem her arousal. Neither of them spoke as they made their way toward his apartment. He parked the truck and together they made their way up to his door.

  Did he feel nervous about what they were about to do? She doubted it.

  Once inside with the door closed, Jesse removed her coat.

  His arms were around her, holding her close. Resting her head against his shoulder, she heard their breathing.

  “Do you want this?” he asked.

  “I’m here.”

  “Being here and wanting to be here are two different things.” He spun her around to face him.

  “Yes, I want to be here.”

  He took her further into the room. The curtains were still open but looking outside she saw no one would see them.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, sinking his fingers into her hair.

  “You don’t have to say things like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Things like I’m beautiful. I’m here, Jesse.”

  His fingers tightened in her hair making her gasp. The sharp bite of pain turned her on, shocking her to her core.

  “I’m not saying shit to get in your pants. This is who I am. I’ve been playing the nice guy for you. It’s time to show you who I really am.”

  She really wanted to see the real him.

  Jesse’s free hand touched her between the thighs. Gasping, she tensed up at the blunt contact. He didn’t hurt her, simply placed his hand on top of her clothing. Her coat was long gone; he’d taken care of that.

  “You’re mine. Today, tomorrow, you’re not going anywhere,” he said.

  “I’ll have to call home. Tell them not to come and get me.”

  “You’ve got a car. Why do you always get picked up?” Jesse asked.

  “My dad is overprotective. I had to argue to walk to the coffee shop. He worries, but I don’t mind the company.”

  “I don’t care. I’ve got to fucking taste you.” Jesse claimed her lips, stopping all thoughts. She opened to him, meeting his tongue with her own. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held onto him. Her legs were like jelly against his onslaught of passion.

  Passion, fuck, she wasn’t in some kind of romance book.

  “Are you wet for me?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

  “Yes, I think so.”

  He went to his knees in front of her. The jeans she wore were suddenly gone, followed by her panties. In quick time he stood, removing her shirt and bra. She stared down at her body, trying to cover herself.

  “No, you don’t get to hide yourself from me.”

  Jesse took hold of her hands, gazing the length of her as he did. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  “I’m fat.”

  Hands went around her and she cried out as he slapped her ass.

  “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You’re fucking beautiful and I won’t hear you saying anything else.” The hand that slapped her gripped her flesh tighter. “So fucking full.” He kissed her lips before sliding down to caress her neck.

  His clothes were rough against her naked
flesh. He moved behind her with his hands caressing up and down her body. “The clothes you wear are too big for such a curvy body.” Staring straight ahead out of the window, she tensed as his hand cupped her naked pussy. “If men knew what an amazing body you had they would never leave you alone. You’re going to drive me crazy.”

  Kisses rained down on her neck and shoulder.

  “Now I’m going to see if you’re wet for me.”

  Fingers separated the folds of her sex, sliding through. “That’s right, baby, you’re so wet for me. Do you want me? Do you want my cock inside your virgin cunt?”

  The romance novels she’d been reading were of the erotic variety. His talk didn’t offend her but excited her.

  “I know what you’re thinking. I did my research on those books, Piper. You’re a hot woman at heart. You just need the right man to bring out your dirty side.” He stroked her clit and she shuddered in his arms, unused to being touched by fingers other than her own.

  “Jesse,” she said, gasping for breath.

  “If you’re scared, tell me to stop. I’d never force you against your will.”

  “I don’t want you to stop.”

  Once again he spun her to face him.

  “Good, because I don’t want to stop. You’re mine now, baby.”

  She liked the idea of being owned by him.

  “No other man knows your body. Only I want that pleasure, do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Sit down on the sofa.”

  Stepping away from him, confused by his order, Piper took a seat on the sofa like he told her.

  She stared up the length of him, watching as he tore his shirt off, revealing the many tattoos decorating his body. His arms were covered in different designs and his body was like a landscape of hell. The designs were perfect, not revolting.

  “Why did you get these,” she asked, reaching out to touch his chest. Heat radiated off him and the electricity from the touch made her gasp.

  “I love getting ink. Haven’t you ever thought about it, getting ink on your body?” he asked.

  Piper shook her head. Letting anyone see her body was not high on her list of things to do by a certain age.

  “We’ll take care of that. I own you now. You’re mine.”