I knew Bess was hiding something big from me, but I still wanted her anyway. Hell, I didn’t care what was in her past. This woman brightened my existence just by breathing. She was everything I didn’t know I wanted and desired.
Before the sun rose, I reluctantly sat up, covering her with a blanket so she didn’t get chilled. She blinked and reached for my hand as I gave it a squeeze. “I’m sorry I have to leave. I’ve got Church and a few things to handle today. It’s important.”
Disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t beg me to stay. Almost wished she did. “Okay.”
“Hey, I’m not running out of here, sugar. Club business is a priority and that’s something you’ll have to get used to. I won’t apologize for being who I am. You’re with a biker, honey lips.”
She gave me a sweet little smile. “I understand all that, Jayce. Promise.”
“Good.” I leaned down and captured her lips, sliding my hands over her ass and before I knew it, her body was draping mine and my dick was inside her.
So much for leaving right away.
I took her hard and fast, bringing her body to the brink of orgasm and then slowed down, pumping inside as she began to move her hips. Those perfect tits bounced in front of my face and I couldn’t resist licking and sucking on her perfect skin. It had been dark last night and so I never noticed the multiple faded scars and marks that tried to ruin what I knew was beautiful inside and out.
Rolling over, I clasped out hands together and realized I was making love to her and I had done the same last night. My brains scrambled to make sense of how fast I had fallen for Bess, but it didn’t matter. Nothing changed. I still wanted her. Needed her. Fuck, I was sure I’d be fucking her as often as I could.
Knowing that someone had hurt her was a torture that I found hard to endure. We climaxed together and then I brought her close, cradling her face. My thumb brushed her bottom lip, and I placed a tender kiss on her swollen lips.
“Tell me where all these scars came from.”
Her chest released a little sob and then tears filled her eyes. I knew it was bad when she choked out her answer, shocked to learn the trauma she endured.
“My ex beat me but that wasn’t the worst.”
My Reaper and I were instantly pissed. “Shit. Tell me.”
“He raped me, Jayce.” Her voice broke. “Over ten years.”
My body went completely still. Hate and rage mixed in my blood and I wanted to hurt this man who dared to harm a hair on her head. “Where is he? What’s his fuckin’ name?”
She shrugged.
“Not important. I left him and Noah and I are safe.”
Not good enough. “His name,” I growled.
“Chet Wilson.”
“From where?”
“Texas,” she whispered. “Don’t go after him, Jayce. He’s nothing to me now.”
That was a promise I couldn’t make. My Reaper was already prompting me to get the fuck out of here and find this man. He would find justice at my hands. No doubt about that.
“I can’t promise shit, my Bess.”
“He wasn’t always bad you know. When Chet and I started dating, he was sweet to me. Won me over and we married after only three months. I thought he was everything I ever dreamed of.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“He began drinking heavily soon after and that was when he flew into a blind rage. Wrecked the house. Hit me. At first it was just minimal physical violence. It escalated fast.”
“Shit,” he cursed.
“I was punished double when he had those fits of rage. The bruises, scratches, black eyes – they all had to be hidden. When Chet broke my arm, I had to lie to keep his secrets. No one was allowed to know about what happened inside our home.”
Jayce clutched my body tighter against him.