Chapter Nine
Sunny
I swallow Bones’s gushing release, her sweet cum coating my lips and tongue as she strains against the wall, her body shaking with the strength and brutality of it.
Her eyes are as wide as saucers, and then they’re squeezed tightly shut, her expression pained.
She pounds the wall, punctuating the tide of her ecstasy like a staccato sentence.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, I whisper in my mind, echoing her words.
“Are you okay?” I ask, rising to my feet, my hands never losing contact with her hot, wet skin.
Bones stares at me like she’s utterly bamboozled by my question.
“Am I okay?” she says back, her eyes like windows into eternity—wide, deep, and dark.
“No. To be honest I am not okay. I don’t know what the fuck I’ve been experiencing until now, but if that’s what an orgasm’s supposed to feel like, I’ve been living a god damned lie!
What the actual fuck.” My gorgeous rider lets a hand drop to her face, her palm resting against her forehead.
“Seriously, though, Sunny ... what the fuck was that?”
I can’t help but grin. If I were a light bulb, I’d be glowing brightly enough to power a lighthouse on the coast. “It’s been a while since I was last with a woman,” I admit sheepishly. “So, I’m a little out of practice...”
Bones’s eyes almost bug out of her head. “That’s you, out of practice? Fuck me. If there’s anything more intense than that, it might kill me. I’m fucking reeling, Daisy Girl.”
“I mean, I can’t think of a better way to die, can you?” I ask grinding myself cheekily against her, teasing her with my ample curves.
The badass Latina laughs and it’s like music to my ears. “Far out, sunshine, you’re really something else.”
I fetch the washcloth from the drain and soap it up again. “I’m just me,” I say, shrugging it off and playing it cool, even though on the inside I’m flipping out like a chipmunk who just found a stash of hazelnuts in time for winter.
Bones seizes my chin between her forefinger and thumb, her gaze steady and strong once more. “There is nothing ‘just’ about you, Sunny. You understand me?”
I swallow hard, and nod in her grasp, my gaze never leaving hers.
Her dark eyes are clear and intense as she awaits my answer and for the first time in my life, I feel seen and validated.
I don’t even know how to honestly process what Bones makes me feel.
It’s wild, free, consuming, delicious ..
. and no amount of it will ever be enough.
“Yes, Maria,” I whisper on a sigh. “I understand.”
“Good,” she says, leaning down to press her lips to mine in a soft and tender kiss. “I already told you once, the world’s a cruel place and it will tear you down at every given opportunity—don’t do its job for it.”
“No one’s ever lifted me up the way you do,” I say, wringing the saturated, bubbly cloth between my hands. “I’m so used to lifting everyone else up that sometimes I don’t even notice when I’m sinking myself.”
“I’ll be your balloon, baby girl, if you’ll be my anchor,” I say. “You ground me and I’ll lift you from here on out. We can be a team—together.”
My heart lurches in my ribcage and I sigh again, still in disbelief over my sudden and incredible fortune.
My life has done a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn in under twenty-four hours and I can’t help but feel relieved.
I don’t have to sink anymore, I can swim, and I don’t have to do it alone.
“That sounds perfect,” I say, an unexpected tear prickling in my eye.
The beautiful biker nods, seemingly satisfied. “Okay, then. Let’s get the fuck out of here, hey?”
“Okay,” I agree and like lovers who have known each other their whole lives, we take turns washing one another, and then it’s time to get dressed and see what Killface wanted. In a clean, cherry-print dress, with my hair washed and loose, I feel refreshed and ready to tackle whatever comes.
“I swear to god, you look like a fifties pin-up model who tripped into the seventies,” marvels Bones. “How has no one tied you down yet?”
I bite my lower lip and then smile. “Thank you,” I say.
I always find it so hard to accept compliments, but I know better than to self-deprecate or brush them off.
The first makes the situation awkward for everyone involved and the second is downright rude.
“I love the fashion of both those decades,” I admit.
“One is so elegant but bold, while the other is colorful and carefree. I couldn’t choose between them, so, I guess I ended up blending them somewhere along the way! ”
“But do you have sunglasses to match that outfit?” Bones asks, cocking a manicured brow before wiggling her way into a pair of dark jeans and a fresh black tank.
The way she wiggles has me getting hot under the collar again and I mentally smack myself in the face.
How am I going to simply exist if being around Bones evokes such dangerous levels of arousal?
I’ll have to find a way, because I don’t need another taste to know that my Latina queen is addictive—like a drug in human form.
Maybe we should just fuck all night? With any luck, it might get this insane horniness out of my system!
Not that I’m truly complaining... I’d almost forgotten what it’s like to have an attentive and caring partner who concerns themselves with how I feel and what I enjoy.
Luka was a complete ass when it came to our sex life.
Once he got off, it was over. His pleasure was all he ever cared about.
“Babe?”
I shake myself from my reverie and smile. “Sorry.”
“You all right?” she asks, leveling me with her gaze.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Better than fine, actually.
” Lifting the flap on my satchel, I rummage through my belongings, before fishing out a pair of chunky, cherry-red sunglasses.
I slide them on and pose, poking out my tongue while throwing a peace sign like a diva.
“That answer enough for you?” I ask as I twirl, the fabric of my matching dress flaring out as I spin.
Bones rolls her eyes, pursing her lips in wry amusement. “You’re just never going to stop surprising me, are you?”
I grin, stand on the tips of my toes, and give her an indulgent and sassy kiss on the cheek. “Almost ready to go?” I ask.
“Almost,” she says, pulling on and zipping up her knee-high riding boots.
Shrugging on her leather jacket and then her cuts, she checks her pockets and runs a hand through her long, nearly black hair, tousling her damp waves.
“Okay, let’s go, sunshine,” she says when everything’s accounted for, and without hesitation she offers me her hand. She lifts her brows in silent question.
She’s asking me if I’m okay with going public with whatever it is we are. Girlfriends? Fuck buddies? Friends? Partners? She wants to know where I stand, and if she can be physical—openly—or whether she has to play it cool.
I suck in a big breath and smile, taking her hand.
Bones’s aloof, yet stoic and powerful presence gives me hope.
No more making myself small, I promise myself as the beautiful woman interlaces her fingers with mine.
Whether it’s sex induced delirium, love-at-first-sight, or something in the water .
.. with Bones by my side, I feel like I could take on the fucking world.