Chapter Fifteen
Sunny
“Holy crap! You own your own beachfront apartment?” I ask when we pull up into a private parking space outside Triton Apartments. Dismounting, I stow away my helmet and look around. “What floor?”
Bones stows her helmet too and shakes her head in amusement. “What do you think, sunshine?” she asks, one perfect eyebrow arched in query.
I look up and grin. “No freaking way! You are not in the penthouse?” I gasp.
Bones runs a graceful, inked hand through her long, almost-black locks, trying to reduce the annoying appearance of the ‘helmet hair’ that plagues all riders with long or styled hair. “I told you I’ve busted ass to be where I am,” she reminds me.
“Hopefully not literally,” I tease. Bones smirks and her dark gaze has me teasing my lower lip between my teeth again.
“Jealous?” she asks, making a show of strutting around her bike with raw, gothic queen energy.
Am I that transparent? I wonder, my mouth watering at the mere sight of her. The way she wields her fit body and badass Latina attitude like a weapon is incredibly sexy. “Would you believe me if I said no?” I ask, deferring to my awkward, left-of-field sense of humor.
Bones just rolls her eyes. “Not a chance,” she says, offering me her hand. “So, do you want to see your new home or hang out here?”
Home. That word will always hit hard. A place where you can feel safe, understood, and heard. I nod with a smile as bubbles of excitement fizz through me, leaving me feeling like a shaken-up soda. “Definitely,” I say and accept her hand.
Bones swipes her keycard and we exit the locked carport to head through a side entrance—obviously only used by long-term tenants—that leads into a bright and modern foyer.
Potted palms dot the clean and minimalistic space and a crystal chandelier that catches the ambient light hangs from the ceiling, casting slivers of rainbow across the upper ceiling.
A receptionist sits at a semi-circle marble desk that matches the room’s décor and to our left and right are shiny, stainless-steel-doored elevators.
“Good evening, Miss D’Angelo,” she says, greeting us with a professional smile.
“Hey, Jacinta. How’s your day been?” Bones answers.
“Great, thank you. And yours?”
Bones grins and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Great and getting better by the minute,” she says.
“Glad to hear it! Enjoy your night, ladies, and if there’s anything I can do for you, please feel free to call.”
I wrap my arm around Bones’s waist as we walk together to the elevators beyond the reception desk on the right. “Maria D’Angelo?” I query, glancing up. “That’s a beautiful name. Maria means star of the sea, and D’Angelo means the angel.”
Bones tucks a dark lock behind her ear as she leans forward to press the up arrow on the panel beside the doors. “Thanks for the history lesson, sunshine. And what’s your full name then? Is it Sunny Days?” she teases.
I grimace and paw the marble tiles with my flip flops. “I wish,” I answer. “And I’m not even joking!”
“Hm,” says Bones conspiratorially when the elevator dings and the doors yawn open for us. “Now, I’m curious.”
We step in and I watch as Bones hits the button for the top floor.
“I’ll give you two more guesses,” I say.
“And if you don’t get it, it’s staying a secret until I die.
” The doors close and my belly lurches with that familiar feeling as we begin to rise.
I glance at the control panel. There are ten stories.
Maybe I can distract her, and she never has to know!
I back up against the gleaming walls and pull her along by hooking my fingers in the belt loops of her riding jeans.
“We don’t have to do this,” I say, pressing myself against her.
“Oh, I see how it is. Game recognizes game, baby doll,” she purrs. “You’re not going to get out of this that easily. I need to know your full name.”
I stand up on the tips of my toes and wrap my arms around her lovely neck and lick her lower lip, before nipping it with my teeth. “Why do you need to know?” I ask, gazing up into her coal-dark eyes.
“For protection,” she answers without hesitation.
“How can the Sons protect you if they don’t know who they’re protecting?
How could they look you up or find you? Everyone in the club needs to know your face, name, and contact number at the very least. Like it or not, pretty girl, you’re dating management and you’re kind of a big deal now. ”
“Is that the only reason?” I ask. “Just business?” Stretching further, I urge her to lean down, and I ensnare her lips with a slow and teasing kiss.
Bones spreads my knees and hikes one of my thick thighs up to her waist. My dress spills back and I can see my pussy reflected back at me in the mirror-like sheen of the wall opposite.
Her fingers find my clit and I moan, my playful plan turned about on me in a single heartbeat.
“That’s my good girl,” she croons. The number on the display of the elevator changes with a soft ding. We’re already four floors up.
“You haven’t made your second guess,” I say, gasping as I come up for air.
Bones chuckles against my neck as she nuzzles and licks at my skin, tonguing the aggressive hickey she gave me earlier. “Sunny ... Beach?” she hazards, the heat of her breath tantalizingly erotic on my skin.
“You’re not taking this seriously,” I bemoan as I use the wall for support under the onslaught of her seduction. “You’ve only got one more guess.”
“I’ll get it out of you, sweetheart ... one way or another. Don’t you worry about that.” She slides a finger inside me and taunts me, smearing the slick over my clit. “God, you are juicy.”
I mewl as she fucks me with her fingers and I find myself grinding against her in no time, the cold stainless-steel wall at my back kissing my bare ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, my voice husky with lust. My eyes stray to the display once more.
We’re another three floors up, with three to go to the penthouse.
“I’m so close,” I sob. “Please don’t stop! ”
Bones kisses me deeply—stealing my breath away—and I feel myself soaring higher and higher. Every moan takes me closer to the precipice of ecstasy again. “Feels good, doesn’t it, cherry pie?” Bones says.
“Fuck,” I whine, dragging out the ‘u’ as I teeter precariously on the edge.
“Faster. Harder. Fuck. Yes. Like that!” My shameless keen of pleasure fills the elevator and my insides clench hard, rippling with the shocking power of my impending release.
Just as the display announces the tenth floor and dings, I explode, drenching Bones’s hand and the floor as my cum runs down my legs in clear, wet trails of sinful desire.
Bones smirks, and steps out, abandoning me to salaciously suck her fingers clean, one at a time without a care in the world. “So, are you going to hang out in the elevator all night, Daisy Girl, or are we taking this party inside?” she asks, stepping forward to hold the doors for me.
Heart racing, chest heaving, knees quaking, I can’t help but stare at her wide-eyed and incredulous. “You’re amazing,” I gasp, reaching for her hand as I pull down my dress. “But I won.”
My dark rider shrugs, but winks at me as she leads me to her door and swipes it open. “I still have one more guess. This is just the beginning, baby,” she says as she spanks my ass on the way in. “Rest assured, sexy ... the interrogation isn’t over.”
My ass glows with heat and I yelp while my pussy aches, my clit throbbing with rampant need, still unsatisfied, still wanting more.
I feel like Alice, only instead of Wonderland with its talking cats and perpetual tea parties, I’ve fallen into a dark and pleasure-ridden underworld where passion dominates my every breath and all I can think of is pussy—and how to claim my Latina queen’s heart forever.