Chapter - Kaia
Aside from being a stone-cold addict, Jana loved to fuck. Diesel had forgotten that since he moved her in. Rebel kept him so fucking twisted inside.
Heaving in a breath, he opened the door to his old room, where he’d spent many nights when he’d been in charge of the Bobs.
It was slightly bigger than some of the other rooms on the second hallway and one of the few with a private bathroom.
Nicks marred the concrete floor, and the wood paneling didn’t add warmth or comfort.
It was dreary, reminding him of his childhood.
He’d spent a lot of time in there, fucking and partying, but hadn’t used it since he’d killed Joplin and Gail.
Shoving away thoughts of those cunts, he guided Jana in, and flipped on the light. Anticipation brightened her eyes as much from the idea of getting a hit as it was from fucking three men.
He searched inside of himself to explore his real feelings. He didn’t mind sharing her with Torrin. Narci was a motherfucker, though, conscienceless in a different way than Diesel.
The profits from the club’s monthly distributions were shared among all the members, but Uncle Christopher also allowed individual members their own side hustles. As long as they gave the club a forty percent profit, they could keep the rest.
Diesel had been one of Narci’s best customers because he wanted top of the line and paid top dollar for it. Of course, he’d jump at the opportunity to get Diesel under his fucking thumb again, but the joke was on that motherfucker.
Diesel was already regretting the blow. He’d get a bump, chalk it up to his thirtieth birthday, and move on.
“Come see what I have, Miss Jana.”
Narci’s sly voice, followed by Jana’s squeal, broke into Diesel’s contemplations.
“Hold on,” he said, grabbing Jana’s arm and pointing to the bed.
Jana poked her lip out but went to his old bed and plopped onto it. She pulled off her top, tossed her pretty bra on the floor, and grinned. Her tits bounced free, tempting peaks that grabbed Diesel’s attention immediately. She curled her mouth into a coy grin. “I’m getting comfortable.”
“Do that, sweetheart,” Diesel told her, staring at her tits. His tiny bit of proprietary ownership surprised him, but not enough where jealous fury blinded him.
Sex was the one way Jana always expressed herself. Usually drugs played a part. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, studying her. She’d drank beer, but she hadn’t used drugs yet. Alcohol lowered her guard, but coke took away everything, even her self-respect. Such as it was.
“What’s up, bro?” Torrin whispered next to him. “You’re having second thoughts?”
Irritation crossed Narci’s face. “Your woman wants it to snow, Diesel. Stop being a fucking spoilsport.”
“You aren’t a spoilsport, my love,” Jana said, running her fingers through her blonde hair. The flat dullness of it reminded him he needed to see to her maintenance. Grinning, she wagged a finger toward Narci. “That isn’t very nice.”
Narci winked at her. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Her eyes lit up and she thrust her tits out. “Promise?”
“As soon as I hear his terms.” He jabbed a thumb in Diesel’s direction, then raised his hand to his mouth, pretending to shield his words, although his whisper was comically loud. “He’s notoriously jealous.”
“He has nothing to worry about with me,” Jana declared, standing and shimmying out of her pants, revealing a scrap of blue silk and lace panties that matched the bra. “One day, I want to go to the same place Rebel bought this set.”
Of course they were Rebel’s. Since he had yet to take Jana shopping, that should’ve been a no-brainer.
Once she removed the panties, Jana held them up, drawing their attention to them instead of her unkempt pussy bush. “The set was brand new and she had several of the same ones but in different colors. She didn’t have gray or silver, so I thought the blue would bring out the color in my eyes.”
It would’ve done the same for Rebel, even more so since her eyes were such a gorgeous blue.
Jana dangled the panties. “They were so expensive and they are just so pretty.”
“Rebel has excellent taste,” Narci drawled.
“Motherfucker, forget Jana told you they belong to Rebel,” Diesel growled, images he didn’t want flaring to life.
Mainly of those panties on Rebel and him…
Fuck. “Don’t think about Rebel that way.
She’s a fucking spoiled little kid who gets whatever she wants.
Sensuality and temptation doesn’t factor into her purchasing decisions.
Look at her wrong and I will pluck your fucking eyes out.
” Releasing a frustrated breath, he looked at Jana.
“I’ll get you as many sets as you’d like. ”
“She gave this one to me. Can you believe that?” Jana gushed. “You don’t have to buy me another set anytime soon. I know how to make this one last. Rebel told me she wears comfortable bras and panties, but still cute—her words—underneath for day-to-day use.”
Diesel frowned. Was there a reason Jana was discussing Rebel’s intimate wear in front of Narci and Torrin?
“But,” Jana continued, “for parties and anything other than schools, errands, or doctor’s appointments, she wears stuff like this.” She twirled the panties. “Even tonight. She had on jeans and a pullover but wore one of these sets.”
“Well, Little Rebel is just full of surprises,” Narci said into the stunned silence.
Nodding, Jana flung the panties aside and leaned back on her elbows. “These were bikinis. She chose a thong and—”
“That’s Diesel’s little sister, people,” Torrin interrupted.
Words Diesel should’ve said, but he was too busy wrestling with the images in his head.
“Stop discussing what’s underneath her clothes,” Torrin finished.
“Torrin’s right,” Narci agreed.
Diesel took that moment to calm his racing heart, though he could do nothing about his hard cock. Fuck, but he hated himself.
“What’s up, Diesel?” Narci asked, still fucking annoyed. “Tell me, so I can get a taste of Jana’s cunt.”
Not caring that Jana was about to fuck his friends made him even sorrier. It didn’t make it any better that he only wanted her with other men if he was with her and if he trusted them.
Torrin was a no-brainer. Narci was good to party with, but not to share any secrets. If Jana slept with anyone else, Diesel wouldn’t like it. No, he’d be fucking furious.
Unlike with Tabitha. That cunt could’ve fucked King Kong, Godzilla, and the Loch Ness Monster and he wouldn’t have cared. And, yeah, Nessie was supposedly a she, but it wouldn’t matter to his soon-to-be-ex.
Jana rose from the bed, completely naked.
Narci whistled. “Look at the legs on you.”
“Thank you,” Jana said, blushing prettily. “They are very long.”
“I love a confident woman,” Narci said, digging in his cut, pulling out a baggie of powder and dangling in front of Jana, mesmerizing her. Much like he’d done to Diesel. “I have a reward for you.”
“Okay,” Jana breathed.
Diesel gripped Narci’s shoulder and jerked him back, then glared at Jana. “My way, remember?”
“But—”
“What the fuck’s your way, Diesel?” Narci snapped, interrupting Jana.
“She can have the coke, but not until after you fuck her. I don’t want her to feel obligated to you, fuckhead.
If she chooses to share her pussy with you, it’s because she’s genuinely attracted to you, not because she’s high.
” Diesel didn’t know the right or the wrong in this situation.
Wanting a hit impaired Jana’s judgment as much as the aftermath of getting a fix.
“Otherwise, you both can get the fuck out right now.”
“You’re becoming a bore in your old age,” Narci complained.
“Call it what the fuck you want. You aren’t using her for your fucking pleasure.”
“I want coke,” Jana whined.
“I’ll pay for it,” Diesel said coldly, and she shrank back, getting a fucking clue that he was losing his temper.
She deflated, bowed her head, and shuffled back to the bed, sitting down.
“Are you sure you just aren’t jealous?” Narci asked, serious for once. “Tennysee and her clinginess works on my fucking nuts, but I hate to see her with another motherfucker and try to block it at every turn.”
“Maybe if you stopped and gave Ten a chance, you’d have some fucking peace,” Torrin told him.
“I’m never settling down and I don’t want children,” Narci said. “She wants both.”
“You send her enough mixed signals…” Diesel started, then shook his head. “We’ll discuss this some other time. No, I’m not fucking jealous. But Jana’s been used and abused. We can party all fucking night. However, to start off, she won’t be high. Take the offer or take the fucking money.”
Jana was quite pretty, so they chose wisely.
They took the offer.
Shoving his cock down Fia’s throat, Kaia hammered her mouth, the silky warmth of her tongue sending shivers through him and curling his toes. Fingers buried in her hair, he threw his head back, on the verge of bursting again.
Once Ryan left him, Fia walked outside, wanting Kaia to leave with her.
He told her he’d changed his mind. They’d talked a few minutes before she popped a pill into her mouth and then kissed him deeply.
Her tongue had pushed whatever she’d taken into his mouth.
He’d swallowed on reflex and had been floating ever since.
Nothing else had mattered except fucking Fia.
The moment they walked into Fia’s small, cramped, overly warm trailer, she’d closed the door, dropped to her knees and started sucking him. He’d laughed his ass off because his cock had still been in his jeans. He barely felt the effects of Diesel’s hit.
Then, his dick was finally in her mouth. As deprived as he was, he’d come quick. They’d paused long enough to undress, smoke a joint, and giggle before she was servicing him again.
Blood roared in his ears and his entire body tingled. Even before he shot off in her mouth, he began to shake.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he begged.
His cock and balls were too sensitive to handle right after he came.
Stimulation was painful. Pulling away, Fia sat on the floor and leaned against the foot of her bed.
She opened her legs. The scent of her, the juiciness of her cunt, entranced him.
Bending, he grabbed her by the waist, picked her up and sat her on the bed.
“Spread your legs, babe,” he ordered, positioning himself between her thighs and kneeling.
Leaning back on her elbows, she widened her legs, her dexterity impressing him.
He’d compliment her later. Staring into her eyes and kissing her, he thumbed her clit, absorbing her moan and dipping his fingers into her wet pussy.
She was slick, hot, and welcoming. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to eat her out first or fuck her to hell and back.
She ground against his hand, her nipples pressing into his chest, igniting his lust, almost making him forget his fucking name.
Dipping his head, he drew a swollen nipple between his teeth and bit gently, still rubbing her pussy, his fingers sliding in and out of her hole at a fast pace.
The more he increased the pressure on her clit, the faster her hips moved.
Not wanting to draw blood, he moved his mouth from her nipple and sank his teeth into the tender skin of her neck.
She screamed, throwing her head back, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
“Fuck me now,” she demanded.
Kaia didn’t hesitate to move his hand away and thrust his cock into her.
“Fuck,” he groaned. She had good pussy, the addictive kind that would make a motherfucker walk through tundra and over land bridges to get to her for a taste. “Your pussy is so fucking good, Fia.”
“Fuck me hard. Hard as possible,” she said, breathing heavily. “Make it hurt.”
Grabbing her ankles and pushing them onto her shoulders, he slammed into her. “Best. Pussy. Ever,” he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust.
He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get enough of Fia. Fucking her had to become a regular occurrence that Rebel would never find out about. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Rebel was his Chi, he her Huahua, and that would never change.
Until she could give him what Fia did, he didn’t consider them a real couple.