Once a Lover Vol. II Rocker Girls Series

Chapter 13

Jones

She told him that they were done, and he knew she was serious. And when she kissed his cheek, he knew she was really saying goodbye this time. There was no going back to her after this, no more saying that he was sorry and have her take him back, admitting he'd screwed up and that it would never happen again; she was really done with his ass.

The life she wanted didn't include him anymore, and damn it, that hurt. She had plans to move on and fall in love with someone else, hell, anyone else just to make sure he stayed out of her life. If he didn't show her that he was serious, that he'd changed, right here, right now...he was going to end up just like Howie, and didn't think he could survive that. There was no way in hell he was going to lose the one woman he loved, end of story!

When she jumped out of the truck thinking she could make her escape without a fight, she was dead wrong. He really was such a greedy bastard for doing what he was doing to her, but he couldn't help it, he loved her so fucking much!

There was an old saying that he thought about a lot since Margie left: You never know what you've got till it's gone. Damn if that isn't the stone-cold truth. He'd heard those words before in songs, or guys that had broken up with their girls, but he thought they were a bunch of pansy-asses. That is, until his whole world got up and left his sorry ass behind without a word— now he got it completely.

He listened to everything she said tonight, and it was all the truth. But what she didn't know was that she was the only one that he thought about, dreamed about, the only thing that he couldn't lose in his life. That's all he knew. And when those soft green eyes looked into his, and he saw that spark she still had for him, the one she wanted to extinguish, he made his move.

The first kiss was soft, but she didn't kiss him back. So he kissed her again; this time his tongue came out to tease her, letting her know he wanted her and this seduction wasn't going to end until she kissed him back. When her lips moved his tongue skimmed the inner lips and she moaned, making her lips part, and that gave him enough of an opening to slip his tongue into that sweet mouth.

Her arms came up around his neck, clinging to him, and his hands clutched into her shirt; his body was on fire needing to be in her. He broke free from their kiss and squeezed her even tighter to him. "I need you, Margie," he growled, and his next kiss was hungry, desperate, and when she whimpered under his touch, his restraint broke.

He reached up, taking her arms from around his neck, and the keys from her hand. She fisted both hands into his hair while she had her tongue in his mouth, stroking him to the point of madness.

He picked her up by the waist while trying his damnedest to get the door open. When the key finally went into the lock, he hurried in and slammed the door behind them. Once the door was shut he started to undress her in a frantic haze, and before he knew it, she had stripped off his shirt. Her fingers pinched his nipples, giving the piercings a good pull as she let him deepen the kiss so he could take all he wanted of her.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they made their way down the small hallway into her bedroom. He found the light switch and hurried over to the bed as their kiss intensified, anticipating what was coming next. Her hands let go of his hair, skimmed down his chest and start to unbuckle his pants. "You want those off?" he growled.

"Yes..." she panted as she writhed under him.

"Anything you want, baby," he groaned, dropping his jeans to the floor and looking down at Margie, who was only wearing small pink panties. He took the thin fabric at her hips and started to pull it down, showing him her sweet little pussy with the carpet that matched her red hair and drove him fucking crazy.