Chapter Four: Jenny

Chapter Four
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Jenny



I watched Xander walk away from me and a big part of me wanted to tell these people to Fuck off. I was enjoying talking to him. It felt like he understood me. I had never met anyone who understood me like that, what it was like growing up in my dad's shadow.

A small part of me wanted to stay away from him, but a bigger part of me wanted to latch onto him for the understanding he offered. It was a relief, and I told myself that was all it was. Maybe I was in denial, but I craved what Xander had given me in the two minutes we had been talking.

That girl, Keyanna, had run him off and a part of me wanted to punch her in her stomach for that. I would much rather have his company than some woman who thought it was okay to run off one of my cousin's guests at my cousin's party. I was biting my tongue though. I didn't want to start something that came back on Liam. He had been so good to me.

"Key, get off Xander's case," Sally spoke up in her sweet voice. "He's not here to cause trouble." The black girl rolled her eyes before smirking at me.

"My name is Key, and this is my husband, Zane. You're Liam's cousin, right? Liam is such a sweetheart" I slowly nodded.

"Yeah, what's your problem with Xander?" I asked, and Sally gave me a look to say that I had opened up a can of worms. Key took a seat at the edge of my lounger and placed her hand on her belly.

"He tried to kill my husband," she said, bluntly, and I didn't react. There was only one thought going through my mind at that moment.

"What did he do?" I asked, and Key looked surprised.

"Um, excuse me?" She acted like I had offended her, but I didn't give a shit. If you are going to start gossiping about shit like that, you better be ready to get the shit thrown back on yourself.

"If he tried to kill your husband, he probably did something to cause that reaction from Xander. He's a biker, after all. Retaliation is in his blood. So what did your husband do?" That was all it took for the bitchy black woman to stand up and stomp off with her head held high. I smirked triumphantly as Sally followed after her.

"That was so awesome!" A group of three women that I remembered vaguely from the biker bar came and sat around me. All three were white girls. One had strawberry blonde hair and the other two had black hair, but one was cut short and the other was long.

"What do you mean?" I asked, and the blonde laughed.

"We've been waiting for someone to put Keyanna in her place for a year. That girl is such a bitch." I slowly nodded.

"Yeah, I caught that." They grinned at me.

"I'm Laura, by the way," the blonde said. "This is Carrie." She pointed to the girl with short black hair. "And this is Danica." She completed the introductions, and I smirked.

All three of them were stunningly beautiful, much more healthy looking than the whores back in my chapter. How was that possible? Was Xander giving them something that my dad hadn't given the property back home?

"Hi. You guys were at the bar, right?" They nodded. "What is her deal anyway?" I asked, and they looked at me confused. "Why is she so against Xander?" Danica laughed.

"Keyanna dated Xander," she explained, and I felt a bit of a green-eyed monster creeping up. Damn. It was none of my business who he had dated. Calm down, Jen!

"Really?" They nodded. Was that Xander's type? Was he into dark-skinned girls like Keyanna or did he not have a real physical type? He could be pansexual for all I knew. I didn't know Xander very well.

"Yeah, skank fucked herself. She screwed around on him with her hubby. What did she expect him to do? Shake the asshole's hand?" Carrie said, and I nodded.

"What did he do?" I asked, curiously.

"Shot him." That didn't even faze me.

"That's it?" I was shocked that Xander hadn't done worse to him. They looked at me amazed.

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen way worse just from looking at a man's woman. My dad literally cut the dick off my first boyfriend." I sipped my Jack, and they looked at me like I had just stumped them.

"What? Seriously?" Danica asked, looking a bit sick.

"Yeah. Xander went easy on that guy." I took a drink of my whiskey and caught Xander looking at me, sending me a wink, before he jumped into the pool. "And she should've expected some retaliation. He's a biker. He was raised in the life. I don't see it as Xander did anything wrong," I said, shrugging.

Why was I defending Xander? Sure, he shot a guy who stole his girl. He didn't kill him or beat him to a bloody pulp, but why was I jumping to his defense? He was a grown man. He didn't need me to fight his battles.

I knew the answer, but refused to admit it.

"Excuse me, girls." I needed a break before I lost my shit in front of everyone. I slipped off my lounger and walked over to the pool house. I caught a look at Xander, as he jumped out of the pool. He was drenched, every inch of his tempting body covered in water. He ran his fingers through his hair, sloshing water down his body from the strands.

Fuck. I was so fucking screwed.

I tried to appear casual as I walked over to my destination and started my freak out beyond the safety of its door. I leaned back against the seashell wallpaper and put pressure on my burning pussy, molten hot lust betraying me, by rubbing my thighs together. No, I wouldn't touch myself. That would be like telling myself that my desire for Xander was okay. It wasn't at all, even if we did have this connection to each other.

First off, he was now my boss, so to speak. The bar that I was going to be working at was controlled by the Black Stallions.

Secondly, I refused to become a whore, and that was what happened when you messed with a biker. You became property of that gang for anyone to Fuck, and no matter how talented his dick might be, it wasn't worth that.

No, I would not yield. I wouldn't give into Xander Davenport.

Zappacosta's Overload started to play through the speakers, and it kept me on edge. The door creaked open, and Xander himself walked through the door, his dark eyes landing on me. His body was tense, as he walked over to me with the gait of a predator, confidence in his stride and lust in his eyes.

"Shouldn't you be partying?" My voice shook from my need. I needed to get away from Xander before I pushed off his bottoms and took his thick throbbing shaft in my mouth. There was too much at risk for me to be losing control of myself right then, less than a couple of hours after I first saw him.

He smirked with a lustful look in his eyes, his eyes raking up and down my body, undressing me with those hazel eyes. Maybe I should've opted for a one-piece and a cover up. Maybe even a blanket.

Him looking at me like that was making the situation even worse. My slit was pulsating completely drenched and my walls were vibrating with desire.

"Yeah, well, I have a bit of a confession. I didn't come here for the party." The insinuation didn't go unnoticed by me. He came for me.

"You should stop right there." I gave a half-warning. I couldn't even convince myself to give him the same treatment as the duffus from the clubhouse. He stopped walking for a moment, thinking, then continued his journey to me.

"I don't think you want me to, Jen." He leaned over me and I could feel the heat coming off his body as he stared at me. "I'm pretty sure you don't want me to walk back out that door."

"Cocky much?" I knew he wasn't, but it was the only comeback I could come up with on the drop of a hat. I needed to clear my brain of my lust for this man. He was the one I could never have. I would never let myself give in to him. Never.

"I've seen you watching me, Jen. Your eyes scan every inch of my body and settle on my dick just a bit longer than a curious stare. You want me." My eyes met his, and I couldn't block out my desire in my eyes. I knew he could see it. This was only going to end badly. "Admit it, babe. You want me just as bad as I want you." Then his hand touched my hip, firmly yet still with a gentle grasp. The kind of touch that takes control and guides you, in a way that leaves you yearning for more. Mmm, his strong, warm, calloused hand on my skin. The moan slipped out before I could stop it, and he smirked triumphantly. "Say it, Jen." The lion in him thought he had this lamb right in his grasp, but he had another thing coming. There was only one thing I could think to say to save myself from this tragedy.

"I'm not a whore." His eyes snapped from my mouth up to my eyes, studying me. "I'm not going to be one either. I grew up in this thing. I know exactly what happens, and I'm not becoming that woman. If I were to say I want you, that's what happens, so I'm not going to admit to something like that." I spit it out. It was hard to do. All I ever said was that I didn't Fuck bikers. I never explained why I distanced myself.

"There is one thing you should know about me, Jen." He bent down and ran his tongue along my earlobe seductively. Fuck, that was one of my sensitive spots. I whimpered, biting my lip. He ran his thumb over my nipple, and I moaned. They were already hard from my arousal. "I don't share," he whispered into my ear, and my eyes snapped open. What did that mean exactly? Did that mean I wouldn't become a house mouse just because of us? "This can be our little secret, for now, beautiful," he said, then kissed and sucked on my neck, pressing his hard cock against my stomach. My toes curled a bit from the contact.

I lost myself to the sensations, his hands on my ass, his mouth leading down toward my chest, his flesh under my hands, his erection stabbing me through his trunks.

"Xander," I whimpered his name, and he returned to his full stature. He took my face in his hands and pressed his mouth to mine for a deep, full-bodied, passionate kiss. A breathy moan slipped into his mouth as his tongue battled with mine.

"Not yet, baby," he whispered, as he released the kiss and stared down at me. Not yet? My pussy was pulsating, begging to be filled by him. How could he say not yet? Didn't he say he wanted me? Sure, I wanted to preserve myself, but he said he didn't share. "Later," he whispered, then kissed me again. This time.. I clung to him, and I felt a rush of heat flood my body. It took my last thread of self-control not to tear down his bottoms. "Are you done hiding in here now?" He whispered playfully, and I slowly shook my head.

"I needed some privacy." I downplayed it. Really, I needed his dick inside of me, and I needed it really bad.

"Okay. I'll leave you to it." Then, he turned and strolled out.

I raced back into the bedroom of the pool house and quickly pushed off my bottoms. There was no way I was going to survive the next couple of hours if I didn't get rid of this tension.

I laid on the bed and played with my clit vigorously, begging for a release, but it was holding out. Goddamn it! What was I doing wrong? Why wouldn't the tension leave? Maybe I wasn't relaxed enough for it to come.

Suddenly my hand was pushed away, and I snapped my eyes open to see Xander was back and shoving his face in my pussy.

What. The. Fuck!

I didn't even try to push him back. I flung my body back on the bed and moaned loudly from the swipe of his barbell-pierced tongue against my clit. God, that felt so good.

"Mmm, you taste so good." He held my thighs apart, as he ate up my core, teasing my clit then shoving his tongue past my slit. I cried out in ecstasy. I was going to orgasm soon. I could feel it.

I palmed his hair, as he sucked on my clit, and I fucking mewled from how good he was at eating my pussy.

I was about to come. I was right on the edge of it when....

"Jen? Are you in here?" Oh, no! Liam!

Stifling a moan, I pushed Xander's head away, as he snapped his head to the hall where the voice was coming from.

"Yeah, I just have a headache is all. Go back to your party." I tried to keep my voice level, as I covered between my legs. I hurried to grab my bottoms.

"Are you sure? I can get you some Tylenol." I felt him edging towards the door, and I panicked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I already took something. Go have fun." Xander seemed a little on edge, too, and I was tempted to make him hide, but there was nowhere to hide him. The bathroom was in the hall.

“Alright. Ring me if you need anything." I was able to sigh a breath of relief, as I heard the door close. That was a close one, and it was exactly what I needed for my arousal to hideaway.