Chapter Twenty-Seven
“ Y ou’ve gone quiet on me,” Sutton whispered.
Kendrick held her on his lap during the ride down to the cabin. Andre eyed them through the rearview mirror, giving her a little smile.
“Sorry, I was thinking about earlier while you were getting your groove on.”
“Promise to tell me everything when we get to the cabin?”
“I’ll tell you what happened.”
“Oh, that’s code for I’ll tell you some things.” She put her hand over his mouth. “It’s okay. I know you think you need to save the little woman from the harsh truths of what you did. However, need I remind you that I sat in the back of a van, pulling the torn edges of a woman’s back together after going through a horrific ordeal the day before? I know there’s death and things that go on in my, or rather our world. If I’m going to be a part of your world, I need to know what I’m facing. You can’t treat me like a simpering woman who sits at home sipping cocktails, waiting for the next shopping trip.”
He blew out a breath as the vehicle pulled to a stop. “Hold that thought.”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. We can go up to the clubhouse for breakfast.” Andre waved as they moved back from the vehicle.
“I’ll shoot you a text when we’re up and around.” Kendrick held his hand out to Sutton, entwining their fingers.
That simple gesture made her feel cherished. Oh, fuck it. Every move Kendrick made with her showed he treasured her in a million ways.
Kendrick punched in the code to unlock the cabin. The alarm beeped as they walked over the threshold. He moved to the security box behind the door, swiftly entering the numbers to deactivate the alarm. At the same time, she shut and re-locked the door.
He held up his hand. “I need to do a walk-through before we do anything else.”
She nodded, understanding how he felt.
“Want me to stay by the door or come with you?” Her innate submissive side had never been more apparent than when she was with him.
Kendrick pulled the jacket off, letting her see the gun harness she’d felt earlier still held the two weapons in it. He slid one of the guns out and handed it to her, butt first.
“Do you know how to shoot?”
“I took the Hippocratic Oath, but if it came down to me or some asshole, I choose me.” She reached for the gun. “Whoa, that’s heavier than I expected.”
“You just point and shoot anyone you don’t know. Nobody should be here but you and me. If King or any of the other brothers you’ve met pop out, you shoot, and we’ll figure out what the fucks are after. Got it?”
She braced both hands on the weapon but kept it pointed down, then pulled it back up. “Shit, is the safety on?”
Kendrick shook his head. “Come with me instead. I think that’s the safer bet.”
She handed the weapon back, sticking close to his back as he walked through each room. The beating of her heart thundered so loud she was sure if there were any criminals in the vicinity, they’d hear it. They circled back to the door they’d entered when they arrived and reset the alarm with a few key punches.
“If you need to leave, you now have the code in your cell.” Kendrick held up his phone, showing her he’d texted her.
“I’m going to send you all kinds of dirty shit throughout the days. You won’t be able to get anything done now, mister.”
“You calling me names will get you everything. However, mister isn’t what you call me, mostriciattola.” His wicked grin should’ve warned her of his intent, but she’d been mesmerized by how his entire face lit up as he smiled.
He grabbed her hand, placed his shoulder into her stomach, and then she found herself over his shoulder. “Now, where was I?” he asked.
“Kendrick,” she yelped.
“Oh yes. Names. You may call me Kendrick, Sir, Master, or I'll answer to God in the heat of the moment.” His free hand came down on her ass, making her cry out.
“Oh my God,” she cried.
“You called?”
KENDRICK CARRIED SUTTON through the cabin into the primary bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and locking the door before walking over to the bed.
His first instinct was to toss Sutton onto the large surface, but he wanted to strip her naked first. When they’d returned from taking out Frankie and the others, he’d rinsed off before going into the club to find her, not wanting to touch her with blood on his hands or body. However, he knew there would be times in his life when it would be unavoidable. He was the head of the Calderone Family. A title he excelled at. Other heads of families within the Chicago, New York, and even Los Angeles Crime syndicates respected him for his business prowess and the fact he took swift action against those who fucked with him and those he called family. Sometimes, that action included bloodshed and loss of life. He wouldn’t apologize for his lifestyle.
“You’re too good for me, Sutton. I know I should let you go so you can find a man who doesn’t have the kind of shit I do. A better man would. I wish I could, but fuck, I can’t.” He brushed her hair behind her ears.
“I wouldn’t let you. Before you, I would’ve been easily dumped and thought it was because I wasn’t worthy. I hate to break it to you, but I’m a clingy, kick you in the dick eye if you try to dump me kind of bitch. Sorry, but you’re stuck with me like an STI that won’t go away.”
He scrunched up his nose. “Baby girl, first, don’t threaten to kick me in the dick. Second, I don’t want to get rid of you. And third, we will not be getting any damn STIs because you and I will not be fucking anyone else. So, I guess we agree on that. Now, why are we both overdressed still?”
She reached for the hem of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and let it fall to the floor. “I have no clue. The last one, nekkid, is on top.”
He stepped back, watching as she shimmied out of her jeans. With unhurried moves, he pulled his shirt off, adding it to her pile. While she struggled to remove her shoes, he kicked his off and unsnapped his jeans at the same time.
He loved the way her breath caught as she eyed his body. Hell, he could look at her naked or clothed and never get enough. “Do you like what you see?” he asked, spreading his legs, watching her gaze fall to where his hand pumped his cock.
She licked her lips. “I can’t believe that fit in me. Did it hurt when you got it pierced?”
Kendrick wondered why she hadn’t mentioned his piercing after they made love or when she’d sucked him off before. Hell, most women loved the extra stimulation, but there were a few who couldn’t handle his size with the added friction. The Jacob’s ladder went down the underside of his dick with four barbells spaced about a pinky’s width apart.
“Pain is a matter of mind over matter in most cases. I got them a long time ago,” he said, shrugging as he stroked himself.
Her tongue came out, licking over her plump bottom lip. He wanted to feel them wrapping around him while she licked him from root to tip. “I win, Sutton. You’re still overdressed.”
She let out a huff. “You don’t play fair. Look at you, stroking that thing and expecting me to have a sane thought in my mind, let alone be able to do anything but stare and drool.”
He moved closer, excitement fizzling through his body. “I know what I’d like you to be drooling all over.”
“Oh, God. Why does that make me wet?”
Kendrick grabbed her by the back of her hair, releasing his dick and pulling her body flush with his. She wore a pair of tiny panties and a bra, making him growl in need.
“Probably for the same reason it makes me hard.” He bent his head, covering her lips with his, demanding entrance. She sighed, opening and kissing him back. He licked along the roof of her mouth, pulled back, and nipped at the full bottom lip. “On your knees, baby girl.”
Kendrick reached for a pillow and tossed it between their bodies so that her knees had a soft place to rest. He kept his fist wrapped around her hair as she eased onto the floor.
“Show me,” she said. Her hand reached for him. Her pupils dilated, nearly blown. Fuck, he’d never seen anything sexier than Sutton on her knees with her hand wrapped around his dick.
“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he ordered her.
She bent forward, darting her little pink tongue out, and licked the crown where a drop of precome formed. “Mmm,” she hummed.
His grip tightened on the back of her hair. “Fuck. Take me inside.”
She wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked, lapping around the crown in swirls designed to drive him mad. He locked his legs, loving the feel of her warm, wet mouth sucking on him like a favorite treat. It felt like forever since he’d had anything remotely as amazing as the pleasure he felt with Sutton. Everything before her paled in comparison.
Her tongue lashed at the first piercing, making his body jerk. “Son of a bitch. You’re going to kill me.”
A man like him had women throwing themselves at him since he’d been way too young, yet this woman could bring him to his knees.
She let out a whimper as he eased further inside her mouth. “You can take me deeper. Eyes on me, baby girl.”
Her eyes widened as her lips parted further. He pushed his cock in, holding onto the back of her head while watching his dick disappear. “Flatten your tongue and relax. I won’t choke you.”
Kendrick knew she hadn’t sucked any dicks before him, and he wasn’t the average cock. The last time she’d done it, there’d been a sense of hesitancy, an innocence in her actions. He liked the thought of being the one to teach her what he wanted. If he had his way, he’d be the last one she’d touch, suck, and fuck. If that made him a barbarian, then so be it.
His woman followed his instructions. Her small hand wrapped around the base of his dick, with her thumb and forefinger not quite meeting right below the last of his piercings. He placed his free hand below hers, guiding himself in and out of her. She sealed her lips around him with her tongue rubbing against the sensitive underside each time he moved in and out. Slowly, he went a little deeper, so she didn’t get overwhelmed.
Her eyes watered. Drool leaked from the sides of her closed mouth. She looked fucking gorgeous.
“God, you look so damn beautiful on your knees with your lips wrapped around my dick. Oh, yeah, suck it like that. Fuck,” he groaned. His hips jerked, pushing in further until he hit the back of her throat.
She gagged. He pulled back, giving her a chance to breathe before pushing back in. Her hand kept hold of him as if she worried he’d move away.
“Look at you, scared I’d take away your treat. Trust me, baby girl, I ain’t going anywhere until I come down your throat. Is that what you want?”
The thought of his woman swallowing as he orgasmed made his dick jerk in need.
She nodded, her cheeks hallowing out with each inward suck.
“Easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sutton’s hand tightened around his dick as the other went to his ass, digging in almost painfully. Fuck, he wondered if she had any clue how much that turned him on?
A groan left his lips. He reached for her bra, stripping it off as he fucked her face. Her answering mewl was the sexiest thing he’d ever fucking heard. Unable to stop himself, he thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat, feeling her gag and watching her struggle, but she held him close. Her throat moved, swallowing around the tip.
“Fuck, Sutton. You’re such a good girl. Look at you, taking my dick like it was made for you.” He couldn’t believe how breathless she made him.
Looking down, he could see her pussy glistening with need. “I’m going to come, baby girl.”
More drool ran from the corners of her mouth. Kendrick held her head as he took control, bumping the back of her throat with each downward glide. Her eyes furiously blinked back tears. He would wipe them after he came.
“Fuck, that’s it. Your mouth feels like heaven, Sutton,” he growled.