Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
SMOKE
I look over my shoulder, watching my girl strut away like the fucking queen that she is.
She is my queen.
Her hips sway but it is a natural walk for hers; she never has to try to be sexy or beautiful, it is just the way Taya Coyle is, and soon she will be mine.
I just need her to get on board with it.
I wasn’t lying when I said that I have not fucked anyone since her, my dick only craves her. When I am in bed alone, I can feel her come around me, her sweet yet sexy pants and breathy moans echo around my head, making my dick and balls ache.
“You going to let her have the last word like that, brother?” Intel laughs.
“He is too pussy to do something about it. He knows that she has his balls in a vise,” Sniper adds, and I flip that cunt off.
Sometimes, I am glad for his fucking non-verbal communication.
The men laugh and I spin on my booted heel, jogging to catch up to Taya, who is just entering her house that she has here on the property. It is a little back from the main house where her father and brothers live.
They built this for her when she got older and needed a space of her own. No teenage girl wants to live in a house with her older brothers being all douche-like and smelling.
I have never been inside of this place, but I can imagine it has the Taya vibe.
“Taya, open the door.” I knock.
I can hear her shuffling around on the other side of the door, but she doesn’t come to let me in. I smirk, knowing she is stubborn as fuck. Knocking again, I hear her huff, then steps come closer to the piece of wood that separates us.
She flings the door open, glaring at me. One hand is on the door, the other on the frame, stopping me from entering.
“What, Smoke?”
“Can I come in and talk?” I nod to the room behind her.
“No. Say what you have to and then go. I have shit to do today.” She huffs with an exasperated tone.
“I am feeling some hostility towards me, baby,” I joke, and she glares even harder, making me chuckle.
Without asking, I press my hands against her stomach, forcing her to step back and let me inside. I feel her stomach muscles ripple from my touch, making me grin. Kicking the door shut, I claim her lips without letting her speak.
Catching her off guard gives me the opportunity to pull her into my arms and spin us, so she is trapped between me and the wall.
I love the feel of her pressed to me; she fits my body perfectly. My cock thickens in my jeans as she moans into my mouth, while we kiss like we did a few nights ago.
My tongue dances with hers, neither of us giving up dominance to the other. God, I love this feisty side to her.
Arching my hips forward, I use my body to pin her against the wall. My hands slide up the side of her body, one reaching her neck, gripping softly and keeping her in place while my mouth fuses to hers, the other slips to her breasts, cupping one heavy tit in my hand.
She rests her hands on my waist as she matches my action, arching her hips into me, the movement spurring my need on for her.
The kiss turns heated. Savage. Making me want more.
She breaks the kiss, panting as she stares at me with glassy eyes that are filled with need for me, and I fucking love it, because I want her just as much. For years, I have wanted this woman just how I have her now, but more willing.
Shit has gotten in the way, like the fact that she has this superpower ability to catch me with my pants down, literally. While I was fucking some other woman or getting my dick sucked.
For years, I have fought my feelings for her, and it has been working, but seeing Locke claim Lottie, and seeing how fucking loved up Pres and Harley are, it got me thinking that maybe I want more.
I am not a saint, never claimed to be, so yeah, I fucked other women while trying to deal with the shit in my head. Fucking sue me. It is not like we were in a relationship, so I was free to fuck whoever I wanted, just like she was, but now that has all fucking changed.
I have now had a taste, and I am going to get my fill. She will never feel the cock of another man inside of her. She only gets mine.
“No. Fuck.” She tries to push me away, but I am bigger, stronger than her, so I do not move.
“Not happening. I need more of you, baby. These little tastes are not enough; I want more. So much fucking more, and you are going to give it to me. I can see how much you want me, Taya. So give in and give me what I want.” I kiss her neck, nipping, licking at the skin.
She arches but protests weakly.
“No, you are a slut, Smoke.”
“Dustin. You call me Dustin when we are just us,” I add, nipping at her skin.
She whimpers, the sound going straight to my cock.
“ Smoke , you need to leave.” Again, her voice is weak, but full of desire.
I do not miss how she used my club name out of spite, because that is just how Taya is. Smirking against her skin, I pull a section of it into my mouth, sucking hard, knowing that it will leave a hickey, but seeing her with my mark on her skin will leave me in a constant state of arousal.
My cock will be hard for days knowing that it is there.
While I have her melting from my mouth, I move my hand, dipping it into her jean shorts, and my fingertips move under the material of her panties, finding her wet and warm pussy greedy for my touch.
Her skin is smooth, warm to the touch, just how I remember.
Her knees buckle when I finger her clit.
“Oh, shit,” she moans. Needing to watch her face as she comes, I pull back from her neck, my gaze stopping on her face.
Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back against the wall, and in this moment, she looks beyond beautiful. Taya’s cheeks are flushed already; one thing I have noticed with her is that her skin flushes pink when she is turned on.
“So wet and needy for me, baby. I want you to come on my fingers. Let me hear you moan and pant for me,” I encourage, my voice deep with my own arousal.
My dick is pressing hard against the zipper of my pants, no doubt leaving a damp spot on the denim from my leaking cock.
“Smoke,” she pants.
Leaning in to punish her but in a way that will heighten her arousal, I bite down on her earlobe. A deep, throaty moan leaves her, while I add more pressure.
“What did I tell you to call me when it is just us?” I speak, then suck on the piece of flesh.
“Oh hell,” she whimpers, making me smirk. “Make me come.” Her voice is quaking with desire.
“What is my name?” I add a little more pressure to her clit.
She shakes her head, telling me that she will not say my name. Her gaze meets mine, a sense of alluring and captivating arousal hitting me in the chest. Biting my lip, I slip my fingers lower, pushing two digits into her dripping pussy, while my thumb presses against the hot button that makes her cry out my name.
“Dustin. Yes.”
“There it is.” I smile down at her. “Give it to me, Taya, I want to leave here with your juices all over my palm. Give it to me, baby. Now,” I growl.
I finger-fuck her faster, pressing hard on her clit, and she screams. Her head gets thrown back, elongating her neck, and I swoop in, licking and sucking on her while she comes on my hand. Her pussy tightens, clamping down on my fingers and holding them hostage.
I keep my gaze on her, watching her uneven breaths as she comes down from her climax. Her cheeks are red and her lips are parted as she catches her breath, then her eyes flutter open, connecting with mine.
The uncertainty that I see staring back at me makes my gut pinch, but I push it down, leaning in and stealing a kiss before she freaks the fuck out and kicks me out. I give her no choice in the kiss; I am taking one for the road, because I have no clue when this will happen again.
Pulling back, I keep looking her in the eyes as I bring my fingers to my mouth, making a show of sucking them slowly, savoring the taste of her cum on me.
“Fuck, you taste so good. I need you to come on my tongue next time, baby.” I step back, her body slumping against the wall.
In a flash her anger returns, her back going ramrod straight, her eyes glaring at me.
“Fuck you, Smoke .” She emphasizes my road name. “You will never touch me again.”
Folding my arms across my chest, I grin at her.
“We will see, baby. We will see.”
I leave her standing there, glaring at me, still breathing heavy and no doubt plotting my death, which will involve her pigs.
Walking back to my brothers, I see them smirking at me, all except Sniper, who never smiles, the grumpy bastard.
“Let’s go,” I call out, keeping my steps up until I reach the truck.
“Smoke,” gets called behind me.
I look over my shoulder seeing Bobby-Jay, flanked by his sons.
“You hurt her, you know where you end up, Son.” I give him a nod, not saying anything, and we get the fuck out of there.
The guys say nothing, and I am thankful for that. We climb into the truck, heading back to the clubhouse with a smile on my face as I play out in my head images of making my woman come on my fingers.
She will come on my cock again soon enough; our time will come. So will she.