CHAPTER TWENTY
Ky
I park my sled in the driveway of my home, throwing my leg over, standing beside it, and just listening.
The house is in total darkness.
What did I think was going to happen after returning home past midnight? That it would be bathed in light and my woman would be up waiting for me? I wouldn’t be surprised if she changed the locks in the interim.
The street was in complete darkness, save for the few streetlights lighting the way. Tucking my brain bucket under my arm, I made my way to the front door, retrieving the house keys from the pocket of my cut as I went. As the key turns in the lock, a wave of relief washes over me, and I exhale deeply.
I’d been gone all day and had left Sera unprotected. At the very least, I should’ve had a prospect at the house just to make sure she was okay.
When I got an angry text from Ink, telling me how I could leave Sera like that, I knew he’d been by the house to see her. With him here, she would be safe. On the one hand, I was glad he was there to watch over my family, but on the other, it pissed me off no end at how she so readily turns to him, despite his insistence that there’s nothing between them.
But the second guessing about my role in Sera’s life the entire way home just solidified my belief that we were meant to be together. I wasn’t going to let her go.
Not now. Not ever.
The two of us. Not her and Ink.
With that resolution in mind, I enter the house, unprepared for the dark figure standing before me, as I instinctively take up my boxing stance, ready to defend myself, when I hear the guy’s voice, and a scowl replaces the shock on my face.
“I warned you not to hurt her,” Ink growls low at me.
“Fuck you, brother. I’m not in the mood for your shit right now.” I try to push past him, but he shoulder checks me and gets in my face.
“Well, fuckin’ make time, because we’re doing this now. You selfish prick, always just thinking of yourself. Your poor feelings got hurt, so you just run? Man the fuck up,” he spats back. We’re in complete darkness, but that doesn’t stop me from attempting to clock him in the jaw, but he sidesteps it, and I can see his shadow as he shakes his head. Before I can attempt another go, the lights turn on, and there’s Sera, dressed in only a T-shirt, standing on the landing, her arms crossed over her chest, staring daggers down at us.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Sera whisper hisses. “Are you trying to wake the kids?”
My fist stops midair, and I slowly lower it, feeling like an immature fool wanting to fight someone in the playground. She then turns her fiery brown eyes to Ink. “And what are you still doing here? I thought you left hours ago?”
My brother looks up at her unapologetically. “I wasn’t going to leave you and the kids unprotected all night,” he says, to which she rolls her eyes, coming down the last few steps, bare feet and all.
I swallow hard. How stupid could I be to have left her like that? Fucking Angelo could have lain in wait for her and taken her again, and I just throw a hissy fit and leave?
“Well, Ky is back. You can go now,” she says cooly, walking past us into the kitchen. His ice-blue eyes, sharp and focused, lock onto mine while he runs his hand through his short, bristly buzz cut. Covered in ink, which doesn’t end at his neck, in fact, it extends over the side of his head, gives him a menacing aura. Someone you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. And that’s the reason he’s the Sargeant at Arms of the club.
“If I have to come here again and see her upset over something you did, brother or not, I’m taking her for myself,” he warns beneath his breath before storming out of the house.
Clearing my throat, I stand in the middle of the living room for a beat before I head to the kitchen, where I can hear dishes and silverware clanging.
“What are you doing, sweetness?” I ask, standing, still wearing my cut, my arms crossed over my chest.
“I’m curing world hunger, what does it look like I’m doing?” she sasses back, her eyes pinning me to the spot, as she dishes out a slice of lasagne and a mixed salad on the side. I can’t help the genuine belly laugh that escapes me.
“Looks to me like you're curing my hunger, sweetness,” I drawl, eyeing her. “But seeing you dressed just in a T-shirt, and mine at that, with those bare feet, makes me think of a different hunger right now, and I want to bend you over this island and pound inside you until we’re both sated.”
The only sign to show me she’s in the same frame of mind as me is the slight blush to her cheeks, but she tightens her hold on the plate and walks it to the round kitchen table. Placing it on the table, together with the salad, she stands back.
“Sit. Eat,” she orders.
Arching a brow at her tone, I give her a lopsided grin. “What? You’re not eating?”
“We all ate at the normal time dinner was supposed to be. Ink helped me make the lasagne and then he helped me put the kids to bed.”
An irrational anger at the fact that Ink was here, playing happy families with her, and our kids, overcomes me, making me want to turn around and seek him out, and return the favor with a punch to his face.
But I do none of those things, instead, with a deep sigh, I slip out of my cut and am about to hang it up on the hook beside the door, when Sera takes it from me and hangs it almost lovingly on the back of my chair as I sit down. She sits across from me, silently watching me eat.
“This shit’s good, babe,” I tell her, shovelling another fork full into my mouth.
“Gee, thanks,” she says dryly. “So, where were you?” The accusatory tone in her voice almost makes me cave and smile. But I hold myself back.
The little vixen was jealous. Good to know.
After finishing the first slice, I stood and got myself a second, sitting down again, and eating half before answering.
“I drove around mostly. Then I went to see Tiny.” After returning from Florida, Kon helped us transport Tiny back with us. He’s been in a coma since the shooting, and Cullville General is as good a hospital as any to take care of him. Sage hasn’t left his side since it happened, even wearing her property of jacket again when she's out in public.
I feel that something has shifted between them. I just hope that things stay that way even when he wakes up
If he wakes up.
By all the doctors' accounts, they tell us he won’t. But we’re still holding out hope that he will. Sage the most.
Sera’s face softens, and after I’d finished eating, she was about to take the empty plate from me, but I wrap my much larger hand around her wrist, tugging her toward me. With little effort, she lands in my lap, and my cock decides then it was a good time to wake up. Poking her in the ass, I wanted nothing more than to slide out of these jeans and slide inside her warm heat.
Before thinking better of it, I gently tuck a curl away from her face, licking my lips. She seems mesmerized by the movement, as I lower my head, and finally claim her lips in a kiss that was everything and much more.
As we kissed, our tongues engaged in a playful battle for control. There was no way I was going to let her win, taking over the kiss as she wraps her arms and legs around me. Her hot pussy pressed against the hard bulge where my cock was trying to break through my jeans.
“What do you want?” I demand, breaking the kiss to nuzzle her neck, my teeth leaving light marks against her pale skin, her moans will be my undoing. “I’m not going any farther until you tell me,” I warn her, hanging on by a thread.
Growling in frustration, she attempts to push me away, but I don’t let her.
“Did you sleep with anyone while you were out? You were gone an awfully long time,” she asks.
Pulling back, I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger, making sure she was looking at me when I spoke to her.
“No, sweetness, I didn’t fuck anyone else. In fact, I haven’t been with anyone since Mariah.” I look away for a split second, hating to have to admit this to her, hating even more the hurt expression on her face. But it was time. “Well, not since she drugged me every single time we were together. Because there was no other way I would’ve been with her otherwise.”
I watch the hurt morph into shock than abject horror. As the implications of my words sank in.
“But that means she raped you?” she whispers, her body relaxing against me. One of her small hands gently running down the side of my face.
I shrug. “It’s not something I want to dwell on,” I say. “It’s over and done with now.”
Sera's bright smile lit up her face as she leans in, her kiss a passionate embrace mixed with the soft, loving touch I knew so well. I’ve well and truly fallen under her spell.
“Ky?” she whispers against my ear, nipping it gently as she spoke, my cock jumping at the sexy huskiness of her voice.
“Yes, sweetness?”
“Take me to bed.”
I look at her, to make sure she wasn’t feeling forced into anything I reply, the words she’d spoken are the only words I needed to hear from her as I gently pick her up in my arms,
“With pleasure, sweetness.”
Loving the way she wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her up the stairs. When we got back from Florida, I’d purposely put her in the guest bedroom, not wanting to have the temptation of her sleeping beside me. After everything, I was still feeling raw about her lying to me about Willow.
But now I was determined to have her in my bed. From tonight onwards.
Even though I’d hardly slept in this house since Mariah had been here, I’d never fucked the woman in the bed. But even so, I couldn’t keep it still knowing she had slept in it, even though it was without me.
So I’d had it replaced as soon as I knew I’d be bringing Sera back to the house. I didn’t want her first time staying in my home to be a bad experience for her.
With her on the bed, her smile capturing me like a siren, luring sailors to the depths of the ocean, leaving me eager for what was to come. The T-shirt rode higher on her shapely thighs, and I was glad to see the bruises were a lot lighter on her face than her body.
I couldn’t wait to be buried inside her.
But it was the emotional scars that had me most worried.
“Lock the door so the kids don’t accidentally walk in,” she suggests, and I quickly did what she asks of me, shucking my T-shirt off, then my boots and lastly my jeans. Standing before her in only my black boxer briefs.
“One more thing,” she says, ripping the T-shirt over her head, lying there in all her naked glory, as my mouth watered for a taste. My eyes zeroing in on the dark thatch of curls trimmed neatly.
“You leave this bed again, I’ll cut off your balls in your sleep.”
I couldn’t help it. Throwing my head back, I laughed heartily, even though I knew she was being serious. And I was sure she would do it too.
“Duly noted,” I reply.
Shucking off my boxers, I threw them somewhere toward where the rest of my clothes lay on the floor, standing in front of her fully naked, my cock standing painfully at attention. Sera’s eyes were rivetted on it, long and hard, the mushroom head an angry purple color.
I watch her as she brazenly spreads her legs, letting me see the heaven that is her pussy and the little pearl hiding behind its hood. I smile, stalking slowly toward the bed, not taking my eyes off her as I give my painfully hard cock a few relieving tugs. Putting one knee on the bed, I climb over the top of her, my cock needing desperately to be inside her.
I lower my head, taking her lips in a burning, passionate kiss of possession and ownership. I love her taste, it’s uniquely Sera, and no one can surpass it for me.
No one.
Slowly, I make my way down her throat with soft biting kisses along her skin, down her chest, to her full pink tipped tits. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted them, and instead of just playing with the nipple, I open my mouth as wide as I can, fitting almost her whole left tit in my mouth, sucking, licking and biting, until I reach the tip, and do the same to it. Until she’s screaming for me to fuck her.
But I keep her on the precipice. Lazily doing the same to her other tit, before releasing the now reddened tip with a loud pop. I then continue my journey down the length of her body until I reach the pink heaven that is Sera’s cunt. The musky scent doing strange things to my equilibrium. I wanted to take my time, to take it slow and gentle. But fuck that, I dive in, burying my face in that beautiful pussy of hers.
Sucking and licking her lips on each side, biting gently, until I’m shoving three fingers inside her in a scissoring action that’s sending her wild and close to over the edge. But I don’t let her fall over yet.
Keeping my mouth latched on her clit, my fingers inside her, it’s not long until she’s climbing the peak and falling over on a satisfied scream. Reluctantly pulling my mouth back after collecting all her cream, she sees my lips glistening from her essence as I wipe my mouth with my arm, my eyes still on her, and I can see her blush slightly, which turns me on even more.
I’m usually a man who takes care of the birth control when I’m fucking, though the sweet butts are required to be on the pill after my father had Asher with Foxy, a sweet butt. But this time I’ve well and truly gone and lost my mind, as I grip my cock, lining it up with her opening, shoving forward as I fill her up to the brim.
Forgoing a condom.
Throwing her head back, she groans as I stop thrusting to get her used to my size. We’ve done this once before, just as recently as a few months ago, and if anything, it was even better than back then. And certainly better than four years ago.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, effectively making my cock sink deeper inside her, and we both groan at the sensations flowing through us. Me at the way her cunt is strangling my cock, the delicious feeling making me want to cross my eyes and come right then and there. But I wait a beat before I decide to move, so the feeling subsides.
“Move. Please,” she pleads, peppering my face with kisses, her hands in my long hair thrusting her hips forward until I’m seeing stars.
That’s it. I can’t hold back any longer. Taking hold of her hips, hips that prior to her kidnapping were a lot curvier, but still got me hot for her; my fingers digging into her soft skin, I moved with long, hard thrusts, savoring every moment.
My rock-hard cock tunnels inside her hot cunt, and I fuck deeper inside her than I did with any other woman. Soon, she’s strangling the life out of my cock, and I can feel her cunt pulsing before she comes all over it with a primal scream, and I’m following her on a roar not long after.
Spurt after spurt of my hot come coating her walls, it’s only afterwards, when I’ve slipped from inside her, and we’re laying sated in each other's arms, that I remember the condom I didn’t use.
But to my surprise, it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. The thought of her pregnant with my kid, a kid I can check off all the milestones with, made me hard all over again, but I didn’t want her to overexert herself with another round before she got her breath back a little.
So instead, I scooped her up, wrapping my arms around her, and kissed her forehead.
“That was…” Her voice tapers off.
“Hella good?” I joke. And she bursts into joyous laughter as she slaps my chest.
“Magical. Can we do that again?” she adds, and I squeeze her tighter to me.
“However many times you want to, sweetness,” I say.
“You’re not tired?” she asks? I spent the entire night showing her how far from being tired I was.