18. Blake
18
BLAKE
“Where are we—you can’t be serious?”
Korine finishes her question with a tipsy little giggle as I drag her along by the hand. She must’ve snuck a drop or two of alcohol in her drink. I’d tasted whiskey on her tongue when we were kissing and almost questioned if it broke my sobriety—Kori sure as hell left me feeling drunk as fuck afterward.
I’d kissed the hell out of her right in the middle of the bar. Right in front of the whole damn club.
It’s a wonder I was able to control myself at all. Blood rushed straight to my dick and arousal had me about to go fucking insane.
I want Kori so badly, there’s no word that describes it. No word that does this kind of rampant, intense hunger justice.
As I lead her out of the saloon and down the path to the Chop Shop, I’m reminding myself to keep my cool. Keep myself in check to not overwhelm Kori. She’s been fun and flirty all evening, making things even more tortuous between us, but I can tell she’s still got reservations. A lot of things on her mind, turning round and round inside that head of hers.
I can’t say I blame her—what she’s been through would be enough to break most people.
But knowing how that piece of shit treated her only makes my urges for her stronger. It makes me want to show her how a real man treats his woman. How he appreciates her, worships her, makes her feel so fucking good she’s trembling in a puddle of her own orgasm.
Cocky? Territorial? Possessive? Damn straight.
I’m all these things and more when it comes to Kori. I need her to understand if she were my girl, she’d never have to wonder where she stands. She’d never go unsatisfied, and she’d sure as hell never be mistreated.
I’d treat her like she deserves, like the beautiful, talented, addictive queen she is.
The shop door shuts behind us, giving us the privacy we’ve been searching for. I flick on the lights expecting Korine to have shied away from our earlier transgressions. For her overthinking habit to kick in and make her back off.
I’ve never been happier to be more wrong—Korine grabs me by the front of my t-shirt and lays a deep kiss on me. As deep as we’d gotten in the saloon where we’d practically been moaning by the time we broke apart.
Fuck , she’s got the sweetest, softest lips of any I’ve ever tasted.
My arousal rushes back in in a roar that sets off inside my chest. I let out a grunt and cup her face, taking control, kissing her to possess her. Show her she’s mine regardless of what happens between us tonight.
I tease her and taste her and suck on her. These pouty, full lips of hers that I’ve spent endless nights remembering the feel of. These lips that I’ll never go without again.
I stop holding back and unleash my hunger. It bursts free in a wave that washes over us and pulses in the air.
My hands wander, sweeping down her back and palming her ass. Squeezing her hip and sliding under the hem of her top just to feel her bare skin.
Korine shudders against me as my boldness grows. My desire’s too damn intense to turn down now and I snake my hand down the front of her jeans.
Into her panties.
“Blake,” she gasps. She clutches me by the forearms but doesn’t stop my pursuit. More like she’s holding on in hopes it’ll help keep her together.
Too bad I’m out to torture her with as much pleasure as I can.
I let my fingers skim her folds and find the evidence of her arousal—she’s already slick, her pussy radiating a heat that makes my dick throb.
Shit. All that’s for me.
I don’t break from her as I begin walking her backward. She’s so tuned into our kisses she might as well be floating the way she moves so seamlessly with me. I’ve gotten her to check her reservations at the door and give into the moment.
I pick Korine up at the first opportunity I have to lay her down, which just so happens to be backward on the seat of a Dyna Super Glide. I barely let her come up for air before I’m crashing my lips against hers again, working my hands on her jeans.
The second they’re unbuttoned and the zipper’s down, I’m dragging the pair off her. She doesn’t stop me; she helps me, kicking out her legs to push them the rest of the way off her shins. Just the sight of her sitting backward on a Harley in nothing but her top and panties is enough to make me come.
I almost do.
I would if I wasn’t holding out for feeling that pussy choke my dick. Feeling it spasm around me as I make her come first.
Kori’s about as tall as the average woman, but damn if her shapely bare legs don’t look a mile fucking long astride either side of the bike. She’s sexy as hell straddling the bike like this. Right down to how her panties offer a maddening view of the outline of her pussy lips.
But just when I think Korine can’t get any sexier, she surprises me yet again—she reaches for the hem of her blouse and pulls it clean off, letting the fabric crumple to the ground. Then she reaches behind herself and unhooks the clasps on her bra. It falls away only to be forgotten like the rest of her clothes.
If I could still form a thought or a sentence before, I damn sure can’t now.
Korine’s always been a beautiful girl. From the time we were kids that much was obvious. By the time we were teenagers that was the bane of my existence. Being her best friend while wanting her in every way. Ways she probably would’ve been overwhelmed by.
But seeing her now, as a woman who’s come into her own, who’s offering herself to me, is a sight I’ll never forget for as long as I live.
Smooth golden-brown skin. Pert tits and dark, pebbled nipples. A toned torso and cinch at the waist. Slim hips and the softest thighs. She’s my fantasy come to life.
In front of me with only a thin layer of fabric hiding the tight wet warmth my dick craves.
Ramrod straight, I’m out of patience. My dick’s straining against my jeans. My breaths started coming in harsher, in deep heaves.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” I growl, stepping toward her. I drop a kiss on her mouth and fondle her breast. Feel its soft weight in the palm of my hand. Toy with her nipple. “Do you know,” I say between more kisses, “how fucking gorgeous you are?”
“Blake—”
“God damn, I want you so much it fucking hurts,” I grunt. I claim her mouth for a longer, deeper kiss. My hands slide appreciatively up and down her naked torso, cupping her breasts, stroking her stomach and hips, like I’m making sure she’s really here and not some dream.
Then I’m gripping her panties and wrenching those off too. The instant they’re off, I’m slipping two fingers into her warmth and flicking my tongue against hers. Korine’s pussy pulses around me, slick and hot.
Tight as fuck as I pump my fingers into her, slow and teasing, testing what draws the biggest reaction out of her.
She releases a throaty hum that’s desperate. Begging for more. For my cock .
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand, resting my brow against hers for a moment. “Tell me you’re my girl.”
She bites her lip, looking as drunk as I feel. “I’m yours, Blake Cash. No matter how long it’s been. Show me that I am.”
“You trust me? You know you’re safe with me, right?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I trust you… always.”
I feast on her lips. Just as hungry as ever.
Together we undo my belt and work off my denim. I yank my t-shirt over my head. Korine perches her feet on either side of the saddlebag, sliding her hips toward me. My arm encircles her and I drag her the rest of the way home at the same time I thrust forward, driving into her pussy.
Pleasure rushes me, fast and immediate. Mind numbing enough that I grunt out and pause to soak in the tight warmth wrapped around my dick.
Korine’s as suspended in the moment as I am.
She’s braced herself on the motorcycle seat with her hands. Her eyes have rolled back and her ribcage quivers and pokes out from the deep inhale she takes in, like she’s lost all air.
It’s a reunion. A homecoming that’s so intense, it’s left us paralyzed.
Then, as if somebody somewhere’s pressed the resume button, the moment shatters. The urgency crashes back over us.
I fall forward and seize her lips. At the same time, my hips draw back and snap forward. My pulse accelerates, my senses heightened. I’m no longer a sane man. I’m a man losing his mind in the sopping wet pussy of the woman he’s obsessed with.
A pussy that grips tight as I stroke in deeper and feel her walls ripple over me.
God damn, the feeling’s incredible. Indescribable pleasure.
Pleasure that has me grunting and every muscle in my body tensing. Impulse leads my pace. I fuck her faster ’til my stroke’s making her cry out and I’m gripping her by the throat to silence her with another kiss.
My cock fills her up. Her sopping pussy juices create even more slip. Even more sensation for the nerve endings all over my length. Soon the noises we’re producing echo around the bike shop garage—the squelching sounds of hard dick in wet pussy and the pleased moans that follow.
Then I switch up the pace, slowing up, dragging it out. I’m working into her in strokes that are deep and long. But just as intense.
Korine moves with me. Her hips slide along. Her thighs spread wider. She tilts her head up at me and I bend enough to taste her lips.
The ten long years that have gone by stop mattering. It’s like no time passed at all. We’re as crazy and hungry for each other now as we were as teenagers. The only difference being neither of us is running away this time.
We’re here. We’re staying.
That’s what we tell each other. We’re too damn addicted to even think of letting go. She’s my best friend and I’m hers and that’s never changing.
We’ve always belonged together even if we didn’t always have the courage to face that truth.
“Come for me, Kori,” I growl against her lips. My fingers find her clit and I play with her. Taking my time with my strokes. Making her shudder as I bury myself deep. “Come all over this dick.”
She moans in answer. Another deep shudder works its way through her body as we kiss and I tease the hell out of her. It’s like unlocking a secret code—Korine falls apart on the back of the Super Glide. Her walls ripple and then clamp down on me as she does what I asked.
She soaks my dick in her pussy juices.
It’s enough to make me give in seconds after her. I groan out my climax, my hips jerking faster. My arms squeeze her hips and thighs as I drag her right up against me and then spill deep inside her soft, wet warmth.
A few minutes, an hour, a year, or a lifetime may pass. I’ve lost all concept of time, so I’ve got no damn clue.
All I know is the next time I’m able to draw a clear breath and see straight, Korine’s still naked in my arms. She’s perched on the bike equally dazed. I kiss her more tenderly, an offering of reassurance in case doubt’s settling in.
“That was just the beginning,” I tell her. A grin crosses my face. “You know that, right?”
She smiles in return. So damn beautiful with her windswept short hair and post-orgasm dew on her brown skin. “Just make sure you call out the right name.”
I chuckle at the dig. “Trust me, Kori. I called out the right name. It was the woman I was with that was wrong.”
* * *
I drive Korine straight home. Her bottom lip looks distractingly pouty even in the shadows of my truck as I pull up outside the trailer. I lean over and kiss her cheek before gripping her chin and turning her face toward mine.
“Get some rest, Kori,” I say, teasing her. Our faces touch and our lips graze. I can practically feel her yearning—she wants me again.
Fuck, I want her so damn bad too.
But I’ve got business to handle. Tonight’s the night we finish our deal with the Barreras. Suddenly, I’m regretting ever setting the date for Christmas night. I had no idea I’d have Kori at home waiting to be my present.
“I’ll be back soon, alright?” I stroke her chin, then cheek. I feel the soft curve of it and catch a note of her scent so up close, my pulse quickens. If it were possible to be addicted to another human being, I’m a goner. I can’t help touching her, wanting to invade her space in the way that I am.
As I lean in close and we spend time stalling in my truck, I can tell she’s feeling the same. Just as lost to addiction.
“You’re going out for trouble, aren’t you?” she whispers.
I pull back. “Korine?—”
“Where did you go the other night? You didn’t get back ’til after two a.m…”
“Nowhere.”
“Were you at the saloon?”
“You were asleep when I left.”
“Years of living with a man who put his hands on me meant I never slept soundly,” she says. “I wake easily. Which means I woke up when you snuck out. Where did you go?”
“It doesn’t matter, Kori.”
“Why do you have bruises on your knuckles?”
…’cuz I was beating the shit out of your garbage of an ex-husband…
“Why are you bringing this up now?”
“Because I don’t want you going out in the middle of the night getting in trouble. Come inside with me. I want you.”
The breathiness of her words do something to me. It’s the sexiest fucking sound in the world next to her moans.
How did Stricklin’s dumb ass ever stop appreciating this woman?
It’s become life’s greatest mystery to me.
“I’ll be back. Get some sleep. Promise me.”
Disappointment trickles into her expression. I kiss her again, more aggressively this time, and then unlock the passenger door.
“Go on,” I say. “Get inside. It’s fucking freezing out.”
I make sure Korine disappears inside the trailer. I wait ’til I see her silhouette in the window pass by, telling me she’s gone to the back half where the bedroom and bathroom are. Only when I’m confident she’s inside and getting ready to turn in do I move from my truck to my bike. I put on my gear and then I’m out.
No more than half an hour later, I’m with Ozzie at another bar called the Zapote located out in the middle of nowhere. A couple miles outside Pulsboro but before other places like Portales and Wheaton. We’re seated in a booth waiting on the Barreras to turn up.
Ozzie glances around the rowdy bar blasting Spanish music and then takes a long sip from his Palma beer bottle. “Miguel and his crew sure picked a different location for this deal.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Cash, take a look around you. We’re the Whitest guys in this place.”
“So… what?”
“So, you forget this bar used to be associated with the Madrigals?”
“Used to,” I say. “That was before we took ’em out. The Barreras run what they used to.”
“I guess. But maybe next time let’s not go to our old enemies hang out spot?”
“This is a one time thing. Our last meet up was a bust.”
It’s another few minutes before Miguel and his guys turn up.
We go out back to meet them behind the loud bar blaring with music.
“I’m surprised Mace didn’t come,” Miguel says. The back alley shadows fall over us, almost cloaking us from view. “He tends to prefer being involved for our deals.”
“I’m heading it up. You got the order we requested?”
“Every last powdered crumb.” Miguel glances over his shoulder at the men to his left and right who hold up the briefcases they’re clutching.
We exchange goods. I pay Miguel what we owe and his men hand off the merchandise to Ozzie.
The deal’s done as clean, quick and discreet as we initially planned.
Miguel smiles. “It’s nice doing business with you. We appreciate that you do so after what you went through with the Madrigals. And it’s fortunate you met us in our neck of the woods this time. The local police seem determined to keep a close eye on you.”
“You could say that again,” Ozzie says. “They’ve got a fucking hard-on for us.”
“Should you ever need… other services… we provide those. We can be good at making problems go away. For a price, of course.”
“We tend to solve our own problems,” I answer. I beckon Ozzie with a jut of my chin, motioning for us to go. The deal’s done and we’ve got what we need. I’m more than ready to return to Korine, though in the back of my mind, I store Miguel’s offer for future use.
It’s true the Kings take care of our own shit. But if Stricklin and the rest of the Pulsboro PD are watching us too closely, we might need outside forces to make our problems… go away.