Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
TAYA
Sipping the wine that the bartender just dropped off, I sigh. I needed this.
When Soren sent a text to say that he needed a night out, I jumped at the chance. I just never expected him to ask me to meet him at King’s, the bar owned by the Three Kings MC.
Dressed in my black leather strapless dress that stops high on my thigh and my strappy heels, I wait for my friend. I kept my hair down, just adding a little curl to it, and applied some dark makeup to my face.
Might as well make the most of the night.
My head has been so confused with everything that happened with my father and Smoke.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I sense him before I see him. My lips tilt at the corners at the way that I have been fucking played by my bestie.
Lifting my glass to my lips, I see his reflection in the large mirror behind the bar. The heat from his body makes my own shiver.
“Soren isn’t coming, is he?”
“No,” is all he says.
Scoffing at being set up by my bestie, I finish off my drink, before spinning in the stool to face him. He doesn’t step back, forcing my body to touch his.
“Before you go all half-cocked, come with me.” He takes my hand, helping me off my seat.
Once I am on my feet, he tightens his hand around mine, leading me through the crowd that is here most nights at King’s. The club makes bank here, especially when the brothers come to have a drink.
It drives the ladies wild. They come here with the hope of snagging a quick hard fuck from a biker, or maybe to be claimed by one.
We zip through the throngs of people who are dancing, or grinding on each other I should say, until we reach some stairs, and he leads me up them, his large hand firmly wrapped around mine.
At the top, I am led through a door. I notice the desk that overlooks the room, a large window behind, that I have no doubt looks down on the bar. The club likes to keep a close eye on their business.
Stepping inside, I look around, running my fingertips across the desk.
“How have you been?” he asks from behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, I take him in. With his legs slightly parted, his huge arms crossed over his chest, he watches me.
“Okay. Getting on with things,” I state, holding back the fact that I fucking miss him.
I miss his touch, the way he whispers in my ear as he fucks me.
After he left a few days ago, I spent hours going over what he told me. Sitting on my porch, just watching the people around me go on with their daily chores while I contemplated what to do about my indecision with Smoke.
I think I found more questions than answers, but I do know that I missed seeing him, hearing his voice.
He nods, before moving closer, stepping to the bar that is set up here in the office. Offering me a glass, I shake my head, and he shrugs, before pouring himself an amber-colored drink.
I watch as he sips from the glass, looking at me while he does. My gaze drops to his Adam’s apple, watching it bob as he swallows. My pussy flutters at the sight.
Fuck, why is that sexy?
“I can assume that since you didn’t bother to call or text, you are done with me.” His gruff voice pulls my gaze back to his face.
“You are a bossy and impatient man, Smoke. Has anyone ever told you that?” I grin at him, trying to ease the heavy tension.
“A time or two.” His face gives nothing away.
Shaking my head, I step over to the window, watching the people dancing, drinking, and having a good time.
He says nothing, and my body grows tight with anxiety.
“My life was flipped upside down. I did not know if I was coming or going. It was like my mind was at war with itself. A part of me wanted to be with you, but a part of me is still pissed that I was kept in the dark. I feel used by you, Smoke. I know you explained that you already had feelings for me, but all I could see was you mansplaining your actions away. If you truly wanted to date me, then maybe you should have fought harder not to stick your dick in random women or the Dreamers.
“It hurt every time, even though I had no right to be hurt or jealous. But the feelings were there, so I kept away, for my own sanity. I learned a long time ago to control my feelings, but even though what we had was very fucking short, it felt good. Nice. Fucking real, yet it was not. Not one hundred percent.”
“It was good, all of it was real, baby. It was just the protecting side of things that was an order.” His hands settle on my waist, making me jump, as I did not hear him come closer.
“I still think it could have been handled differently,” I interject.
“Maybe, but Bobby-Jay said that you would stick to your guns and not make things easy, so this plan was voted in. Just to add, I voted against it. I told them to let you in on the plan.”
Turning to face him, leaning against the glass, I shiver from the coolness of it hitting my heated skin.
He looks down at me. Our gazes connect, and I feel it down to my soul.
My breath hitches, and his lips twitch.
“Are you ready to move on, baby? I know I sure as shit am. I have gone long enough without having your taste on my tongue. I want a taste of you, I want to feel your pussy suck my cock like she would be lost without it. Are you going to give it to me?”
Hell, he can give me anything.
Shit, I want this. Without thinking, I nod.
His mouth connects with mine in the most delicious way. His tongue slips into my mouth, tasting me like I am his last meal. When his body presses against mine, I feel how much he wants me.
Moaning into his mouth, his grip tightens at my hips.
It is like a weight has been lifted as his mouth plunders mine, his tongue taking what he wants.
The material of my dress is slowly pushing up my legs, his hands sliding along my skin, making me shiver. He knows how to guide my body; he is in tune with what I need.
Dustin has been with plenty of women, so he knows how to please one, but I feel that what he does to me is more than what he used to give them. I know that sex with Dustin is nothing like I have ever had before.
“This dress is sexy as fuck, baby, but I need it off you. I need to see all of you.”
All I can do is nod to him, my arousal stealing my ability to speak. Inching back, Dustin smirks like he caught the Devil himself. His eyes are dark and full of desire.
I pull down the zipper that is located along my side, letting the leather drop to the floor, leaving me in a black strapless bra that makes my breasts look amazing and a black thong, along with my heels.
He whistles. “Damn, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, baby.” He drops to his knees. “I am going to taste you now, Taya.”
I nod, looking down at this man in leather and denim on his knees for me.
Without hesitation, he scoops my thong to the side, pressing his face into my needy pussy. I am dripping for him; I can feel how slick I am. Dustin drags his tongue through my pussy, before sucking on my throbbing clit.
I sigh in contentment from having his mouth on me again.
My hands burrow in his hair, holding him to me while he devours me.
“Oh, yes. Right there. Suck harder,” I beg, plead, whatever you want to call it.
Dustin does as I ask, then amps up the pleasure by sliding two fingers into me, making me cry out.
Gripping his hair between my fingers, I come, flooding his mouth.
With a growl, Dustin gets to his feet as he fumbles with his belt and opens his jeans. Leaning in, I kiss his neck, needing to touch him.
“Fuck, baby.” He shivers, growling. Then, he is lifting me off my feet, pressing my back to the glass and slamming into me.
My head hits the glass when I cry out from being filled to the hilt by him.
“YES.”
“Feels so good. I will never get used to how good you feel. Never take my pussy away from me again, Taya. You are mine,” he grunts, his mouth pressing to my neck, my body burning at his words.
I move my hips, riding his cock, using my shoulders against the glass as an anchor point.
My hands hold on tight to the shoulders of his cut, the leather soft, worn, and warm in my hands. With his hands on my ass, his fingers flexing, we fuck in rhythm.
His thick hard cock slides in and out of me, my orgasm building from each thrust.
“Going to come. Dustin, harder, please, baby,” I plead on a whimper.
“Fucking love my name on your sweet lips, baby. Come for me, Taya. Soak my cock, baby,” he growls, doubling his thrusts, fucking me harder like I asked.
I come seconds later, my body releasing the most delicious wave of euphoria. My head is thrown back as I let the sensation wash over me.
He keeps pumping his hips into me, his lips sucking on the skin just below my ear, making me shudder, as his cock thickens even more and with one solid thrust, he spills into me.
“Fuck.”
Our chests rise and fall together, skin slick with sweat.
He kisses me softly, my eyes snapping open, looking at him when he pulls his head back. His eyes shine back at me with love and sweetness. It makes my heart stutter in my chest.
“We really need to start having sex in a bed, baby. This public sex is hot but the thought of someone seeing you come makes my blood boil.” He gives me a handsome smile, and I can’t help but smile back.
Before I can speak, someone bursts into the office, breaking our connection.
“Oh shit. Fuck, brother. Sorry, Taya. We are needed at the club,” Crow states with a grin on his face. His gaze connects with mine, his smile widening.
“Told you I would be seeing more of you, but this is not what I meant.” He winks then leaves.
“Fucker,” Dustin calls after him.
He looks to me, then we both burst into laughter. My heart and soul suddenly feel lighter.
Maybe Dustin Templar will be good for me after all.