Chapter Eighteen
Blue
I felt Rogue’s stare from across the room. I didn’t have to ask. He and Bullet were worried again. They didn’t need to be. It had only been a week since I’d spilled my secrets.
I wasn’t on the ledge, ready to jump. At least, not the way they assumed. But I was on edge. I had this tightening coil of fear around my chest that had nothing to do with Carl.
Kiss laughed with McKelle. The sound slipped under my skin and twisted in my gut. She had me on the edge. Her smile, her laugh, her blue eyes, her perfect ass, her everything. The way she could read my moods. She called it being fluent in my love language.
Just as I’d become fluent in hers. And that’s what had me worried. With Kiss, I could touch and be touched. She fucked me so good every night. I needed to be touching her, and she need to be touched.
But I had fears about going after Carl. What if seeing Carl would be like a relapse? I didn’t want to go backwards.
Maybe I should just forget about him, live my life, fuck my girl, and belong to this motley crew of biker brothers. There was the rub. I couldn’t do that either .
I couldn’t shake the mental fuck that I might not be the only one.
Things had changed in the last week. Kiss wasn’t part of her former girl pack. Perhaps one day, but it was still all good if she never went back to the way they were. We’d made our own small group. Maybe because we all lived in the MC. I hung with Cruz and Pike. Kiss was getting close to Brenna and McKelle.
Brenna gave color commentary as Kiss and McKelle played pool, although it didn’t seem to be a serious game since every time it was Kiss’s turn to shoot, they broke into laughter.
A slow night at the MC had Cruz working behind the bar with Vega. Guys sat around having quiet conversations, drinking, and playing cards. Typical entertainment in the HRMC.
Rogue and Bullet grabbed beers as they walked toward the door. Rogue tilted his head, indicating he expected me to follow. I glanced at Kiss, and she smiled having seen the exchange. McKelle and Brenna were good for her.
I jogged down the three steps to the main floor and breezed outside. Cruz fell into place beside me.
Sully, Butch, and a couple other guys gathered around the oil drum. Fire crackled, and sparks snapped into the air. Bullet and Rogue stood in the shadows. The glow of their lit cigarettes winked in the darkness.
We made our way over to them.
Bullet blew a stream of smoke from his nostrils. “Jinx has been over at D&W Group working as a temp.”
I raked my fingers through my hair. Douglas and Warner Group—car dealerships, movie theaters, cold stone creameries. Before I’d left, they’d been planning to open a real estate brokerage. They had an office building downtown, but neither my parents nor Carl and his wife acted like millionaires. By now, they could be worth a billion for all I knew. I was never going to see a fucking dime of it.
“Three story building. Carl and your old man are on the top floor.”
I nodded. “They got money, but it’s not like they’re famous. No one gives a fuck who they are or how much money they have. I’ve been in the building a million times.” In six years, a lot could have changed.
“There’s a security system,” Bullet said. “But it’s activated at night for fire, burglaries, and shit like that. No surveillance cameras inside the building.” He dropped his cigarette, crushed it with his boot, then picked up the butt. “Jinx said for the last three days, Douglas has come in before most of the employees.”
“I remember my dad saying Carl was an insomniac. That’s how he explained Carl being up in the middle of the night.” Too fucking bad my dad didn’t investigate where he was going during the night. It wasn’t always to work on the computer in the home office or take a stroll around the lake.
“There are cameras trained on the parking lot,” Cruz said. “But the lot services a couple buildings on the block, and it’s huge. Safest bet would be on the perimeter of the adjacent building.”
Rogue tilted his head, and his gaze locked on mine. “It’s your decision, but when we do go, we go early, confront him in his office before staff starts showing up.”
A thousand stinging wasps swarmed through me. I felt the biting pain of doing nothing, and the piercing ache of having to face Carl. But I wouldn’t be alone.
“Tomorrow,” I said .
Rogue glanced from me to Cruz, Bullet glanced from Cruz to Rogue, and Cruz stared at me.
“Doesn’t matter how this goes down,” Cruz said. “I’m in. Figuratively or literally, we fucking bury your skeleton.”
Rogue and Bullet wandered over to the oil drum with the old timers. Cruz and I hung back.
“Did you hear about Kodiak?” Cruz asked once we were alone.
I lifted a brow in question.
“He’s on probation for the shit he pulled with you and Kiss. Blade told Jazzy to handle it. If you listen to the guys around the oil drum, Kodiak was lucky not to lose his patch.”
I glanced over my shoulder at Rogue, Bullet, Butch, Steele, and a couple others. “I don’t want trouble with Kodiak.”
“Fuck dude, I wouldn’t either.”
We made our way back into the chapel. I paused in the entryway. McKelle doubled over in a laugh, and Kiss blushed with color. This felt good, too fucking good. And tomorrow, it could all be gone.
Coming up behind Kiss, I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. “What’s funny?”
“According to the marketing department, it’s still safe to come ,” Kiss said.
“It was all lies.” McKelle said and she, Brenna, and Kiss melted into another fit of laughter. “It wasn’t safe to come. At least, not for Brenna.”
I was going to need more reference for the story.
“OMG, I’m dead,” Brenna said through her laughter, throwing her arms around Pike.
“For the record, the condom came off because it was defective.” Pike took a sip of beer but kept one arm around Brenna. “Not because I have a small dick.” He shook his head and gave the abridged version of the story since the girls couldn’t talk through their giggles. “Promotional condom from a band called the Death Wish or something. I found it in my drawer when we were out of Magnums. It had the words, It’s still safe to come , written on the rubber. Condom slipped off. Brenna couldn’t fucking find it. I did. End of story.”
“Not quite,” McKelle said. “You forgot the part where there was no need for Plan B. Because plan A was anal. Now, Bren won’t let him fuck her in the ass.” More laughter followed.
“McKelle says she has an anal story,” Brenna said. “But one of us has to beat her at pool to hear it. Unless you want to share,” she said to Cruz.
“Sharing is for NA meetings,” he countered. “Just ask Kiss.”
She put her hands up. “Leave me—us—out of this. We don’t have any anal stories.”
“Not yet.” McKelle set up her shot on the pool table. “But you said he can’t keep his dick out of you, so it’s only a matter of time.”
“McKelle! Girl code.”
I nipped her neck and whispered, “You didn’t tell them about how you moaned my name when I ate your ass?”
She spun in my arms, her face pinched, and her lips pouted. “Sorry.”
Maybe she didn’t realize I’d spent all my time at the MC with Jazzy, Hana, Levi, and Pippa. I knew how girls talked. They called me Blue because I didn’t obsess over pussy. Not until hers.
“Don’t be sorry.” I sipped my lips along her neck. “It’s not a lie.” I whispered so only she could hear. “I can’t keep my dick out of you. My cock is so fucking hard. Your ass is spectacular in these jeans.” I filled my hands with her ass and crushed her pelvis to my groin. And then I gave her the words she’d given me, when she’d told me what she wanted from me. “I’m so into you, Kiss, I’m going to fuck every one of your holes.”
She pulled back, stared into my eyes, and her throat flexed on a swallow.
“As soon as Blade lifts your probation, you’re wearing a property of Blue cut. Everyone will know who you belong to.”
Although, her probation didn’t seem to have limits, not anymore, not after Kiss had come clean to Blade. It hadn’t been easy for her to talk to him. He hadn’t blamed Kiss, but held her tightly, hating Razor for the pain he’d caused her. Since then, their relationship had changed. He’d told Kiss that they’d both been scarred by his dad. In that exchange, I cemented my loyalty to the club. I think I finally understood I was part of the brotherhood. And Kiss was still a Heller.
Kiss gripped my cut. “You want me? Take me. Show every one of your Heller brothers who you’re fucking.”
I gripped her ass and lifted. Her legs circled my waist, her arms draped over my shoulders, and her fingers toyed with the hair at my collar. She locked her ankles around my back.
Cruz whistled. A few hollers whooped as I carried her down the steps, across the chapel, and down the hall to my room. Once inside, I kicked the door closed, pushed her up against it, slicked my tongue across her lips, and plundered her mouth in a soul-stealing kiss.
Her hands were everywhere, in my hair, then skating over my shoulders, and tunneling under my cut. Pressing closer, her chest crushed against mine .
Gliding her tongue to slither along mine, she was the sweet taste of an aphrodisiac. Somehow, she’d broken my curse and become my redemption. A stabbing pressure tightened in my core. I tangled my hand in her hair, and pulled, stretching her neck for the assault of my mouth on her flesh.
“You’re fucking mine, Kiss. Cut or no cut. High or sober, you’re fucking mine.” I sucked, marking her for anyone who would question where she belonged. She belonged with me. On the back of my bike. In my bed. In my fucking dreams. And I belonged in hers.
Her moan heated my gut and sank into my balls. I covered her full breast with my hand, her pebbled nipple prodding into my palm.
“More, Blue. I need to touch you.” She squirmed, trying to get us undressed without breaking from the wild mating of tongues, lips, teeth, and heavy gasps of breath.
I loosened my hold on her, and her body slid along mine until her toes touched the floor. Then her hands were at my belt buckle, loosening the fork, unzipping me, and sliding her hand into my boxers, curling her fingers around my shaft, and jerking me off with a slow stroke.
I peeled off my cut, tossed it to the bed, then reached behind my head and pulled off my shirt with one hard tug. Once free, I braced my hands on the door at the sides of her head, lowered my mouth, and sipped her lips. “On your knees, Kiss.”
I wanted her to suck my dick and shove her finger in my ass again. Because with every touch and every kiss, she chased the demons from my head. She made me hers. After tonight, I only wanted to remember her hands on my body…every part of my body. And I wanted inside every part of hers.
With her eyes on mine, she lowered to her knees, unlaced my boots, and pulled them off. Her lips feathered along the V of my groin as she tugged down my jeans and boxers. As I stepped out of them, she kissed my abdomen, held to my hips, and inhaled my scent.
Caged between my body and the door, she gripped my shaft, opened her mouth, and swiped her tongue over the crown, tasting a bead of glistening precum from the slit. With a hum, she licked me from base to tip, tracing the veins mapping the length with her tongue. Finally, she sucked me deep into her mouth. When she pulled back, saliva wet her lips.
She lifted her gaze and opened wide. I watched my cock slowly sink back into her mouth and pillow on her velvety tongue. When her soft lips firmly closed around the shaft, I tightened my hands into fists, braced against the burst of heat in my balls, and fought the imminent eruption of my release.
More saliva slicked her fingers as she pumped my cock. I was on the verge of coming, but I wanted more.
“Fuck my ass, Kiss.” I couldn’t believe the strangled words came from my mouth. I needed this. I had too many fucking sexual hangups, until her. When she kissed me, I could breathe again. Before her, a touch only caused revulsion. The press of a body against mine sent panic through me. Only with her did touch morph into pleasure.
With her gaze locked with mine, she smiled and spit on her fingers. I inhaled a sharp gasp with the first touch of her finger to my back hole. With gentle pressure, she opened me up. Then, she added a second finger .
Kiss sucked my dick deep into her mouth, so deep I couldn’t breathe. She swallowed around my shaft. With one hand, she slid her slippery fingers up and down my length and, with her other hand, she fucked me hard and deep with two fingers in my ass.
A guttural moan ripped from my chest, my balls drew up, my gut clenched, and the first hot pulse shot through my cock and splashed the back of her throat.
Still fisting my dick, still drilling her fingers in and out, she released her suction, inched back to catch ropes of cum on her tongue, her lips, and her chin, giving me a visual fucking masterpiece of eroticism.
A glossy coating of my cum trickled down her fingers. She released my cock, to suck them into her mouth, savoring the taste of me.
“Fuck.” I flared my nostrils on a harsh inhale, my jaw clenched, and every muscle in my body tensed, then burned with a melting heat. I was fucking gone for this woman.
Kiss slipped her fingers from my ass.
“Come here.” I fisted my hands in her hair and pulled her to her feet. I kissed her hard, slicked my tongue over her lips, and sucked my fluids from her chin knowing the taste of cum would forever remind me of this moment.
Of only this moment.
“You taste good.” She twined her arms around my neck and kissed me, sliding her tongue along mine. “So good.” She smacked her lips, and her brow arched. “Do you want another taste?”
I slanted my mouth over her, parted her lips with my tongue, and kissed her until I’d bruised her lips and mine with my need for her .
When we parted, I stared into those blue eyes and focused on those teasing lips.
I’d just had an out of body experience, and she was grinning like a cat with a bowl of milk. I was the one who should be smiling. I’d never come harder in my life. My knees were weak, my mind was numb, yet I felt like I could pound rocks into gravel because I surged with so much energy.
I braced my hands on her hips and backed her toward the bed. “Your turn.”
“Are you going to fuck me in the ass now?” She sat on the edge of the bed.
I leaned over her. “You want an anal story to share with the girls?”
“Not if you’re going to lose a condom up in there.”
Fuck, we’d never used a condom, and I didn’t have any. She’d been tested recently, and I hadn’t had a sexual experience since I’d run from home.
“Blue?”
She drew my attention back to her.
“We don’t need a condom,” she said. “I was just teasing.”
A half smile quirked my lips. “Are you wet enough to soak my dick?” Because we didn’t have lube. Taking a finger wasn’t the same as taking a cock. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted her to love everything we did in bed together.
She unsnapped her jeans. “Drenched.”
I peeled her jeans down her thighs. She lifted her shirt over her head, then unhooked her bra and flipped it to the floor.
“Spread your legs, baby. Show me how wet you are. ”
Her thighs butterflied, and her pretty pussy glistened with slippery cream. She slid her fingers into her slit, parted her labia and pinched her distended clit between her fingertips. Her head tipped, and her blonde hair cascaded down her back.
I could smell the tang of her essence. Like a drug, I craved it. Saliva pooled in the back of my mouth, and my throat tightened. “Fuck, you smell good.” I could almost taste her from scent alone.
Bracing a knee on the bed, I hovered over her and sank my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like forever, and we might only have tonight.
Maybe she could taste the desperation in my kiss. Maybe she felt the impending danger. Whatever the reason, she kissed me the way I kissed her.
Reckless. Daring. All in.
As I kissed her, I slid my cock through the juices of her sweet cunt. The head notched her opening, eased in, and her soft, silken walls welcomed me into her body.
With a breathy exhale, I clenched my buttocks, pushing in and sinking deeper until I’d crammed the last inch inside her. She sighed, her core resisting, then melting against me.
“Blue—” She barely breathed, her back arching, her lips ghosting against my neck, holding me tight, her body locked with mine. I inhaled her exhale. Skin to skin. There was no separation from where I ended, and she began.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Make me come,” she said on a breath. “Then fuck my ass.”
Christ. I’d never wanted or needed anything or anyone the way I did her. She was both my trial and my salvation. I’d never felt anything as soft as the inside of her pussy caressing my cock.
I increased my speed, colliding my hips into hers. Every thrust was a slide into a heated intoxication. Shifting my angle, cradled between her smooth thighs, I banged into her core. Wet bodies slapped together.
She grunted with each hard thrust. The mattress springs squeaked. Her sharp little gasps, and my own blood rushing through my head were a symphony of sounds driving me to fuck her harder.
Hitting the pinnacle of pleasure, Kiss cried out and gripped the blanket, fisting it as her back arched and her body convulsed. She was beautiful when she came. Gasps of pleasure gusted over slightly parted lips, those long, feathered lashes lowered over her darkening hypnotic eyes, and warmth flushed her flesh.
She came, and I drove in and out of her until, with a sated exhale, her thighs dropped open. As I pulled out of her soft, heated channel, my cock was still painfully hard. My balls throbbed, and my muscles burned.
“Oh my god.” She smiled and turned onto her hands and knees. She pressed her face to the mattress, hiked her ass in the air, and wiggled her butt. “Slap it if I fall asleep.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I caressed the firm globe of her buttocks and ran my palm into the sexy dip of her lower back. “Are you sure?”
A sultry smile tilted her lips, and adrenaline hit my bloodstream.
“I’m yours, Blue. No one can say anything about what we do. I’m yours to fuck.” Moisture glistened in her eyes. “I’m yours to love. Nothing we do is wrong or shameful. ”
Heat slipped under my skin and warmed the cold, black abyss in my chest. I nearly choked on my emotions. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Green light, baby. Always.” She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them for me. Her pink little rosebud tightened and puckered. I bent down behind her, split her thighs, and sliced the blade of my tongue through her folds and sucked on her pussy.
A low moan rolled from her. “Oh, oh, oh,” she muttered into the pillow as she rocked back on my face.
Taking it as a plea for more, I licked and bit the taut skin of her buttocks. I flicked my tongue against her dark hole, and ate her ass until her body relaxed, becoming pliant, and she mumbled incoherently.
Kneeling behind her, I gathered fluids from her pussy and painted her entrance, using it as lube as I pressed a fingertip past the tight ring and drilled into her ass. Sawing in and out, I fingerfucked her until her muscles softened, opening her up, and cream dripped from her cunt. “You feel so good, baby. Are you ready to take my cock?”
“I’m ready,” she whispered. “Just thinking of you fucking my ass has me so wet.”
Sliding my erection along her slit, I soaked my dick. Because I didn’t want her to feel anything but pleasure, I gathered spit in my mouth, pulled my fingers from her ass and spit on her hole. Fisting my cock at the base, I lined up with her soft pink center and slowly fed my dick into her ass.
Kiss tensed, then visibly relaxed with a long slow exhale.
“Are you okay?” Her hole stretched, the tissues tight around the thickness of my cock.
“Green light. ”
I slid deeper. Hot, tight walls squeezed along my shaft, and then I was inside her, rooted to the base, bottomed out, and in fucking heaven. I ran my palm along the toned muscular planes of her flank, onto the smooth curve of her hip, and followed the feminine dip of her lower back.
“Baby, you look beautiful with my cock in your ass. Fucking perfect.”
“I feel like I’m splitting apart, but it hurts so good.” Sweat glistened on her flesh. Tangles of blonde hair draped her back and delicate shoulders.
I slowly reared back, feeling every quiver of her inner tissues, then glided back inside her.
“Oh fuck.” Kiss fisted the blanket, arched deeper, and her guttural moan saturated the air.
“You feel so fucking good.” On the third slide in, her body relaxed, accepting the penetration, and caressing my cock on every stroke.
“Oh god. Fuck me,” she whimpered, and she held her breath, braced for the impact. “Fuck me.”
I thrust inside her.
“Fuck me.” Gasp. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Every hard plunge knocked the breath from her lungs. A charge of electric current sizzled through every nerve in my body. Heat flared through my limbs and scorched along my spine. I pounded into her, slamming my groin against the firmness of her buttocks.
A turbulent storm of emotions built within me. My heart pounded, every muscle burned, yet I pistoned into her, driving us both to the precipice of a rough and ragged release.
Kiss reached between her legs. As she rubbed her clit, her fingertips grazed my balls, and she cried out as her body convulsed, squirting juices through her fingers and contracting her anal muscles.
The pleasure and pressure overwhelmed. Hot cum shot from my cock. I came in an explosion of light and colors, and I continued to rail into her, pounding her into the bed.
“Fuck,” I ground out. “Fuck.”
I fucked her through the last of my fears.
I fucked her through the last fluttering spasm.
I fucked her because I was so fucking in love with her that I never wanted to be me without her.
When I fucked her—because I loved her—she healed every part of me.
She was my promise of tomorrow even though I didn’t have a fucking clue what tomorrow would look like. I only knew she was the only part of my future I trusted in.