Chapter 43 – Kaia #2
“Don’t underestimate Outlaw and Diesel’s willingness to twist the fuck out of shit to get what they want.
Neither they nor CJ is willing to guide her.
Tell her about men from a dude’s perspective.
Even when she’s eighteen, they won’t let her go so easily.
You know she’s attached to you and trusts you to be her boyfriend, something you encouraged.
” Bishop smirked at Kaia’s bald head. He must know the story. “That’s so fucking shitty of you.”
“I’ve already been lectured by everybody. What do you want from me? And what the fuck does this have to do with Meggie’s offer?”
“If you don’t take Meggie’s offer, it’ll be because Rebel doesn’t want you to leave.
I know her, bro. When Outlaw, Diesel, and CJ ordered me to stop talking to her, it was so fucking hard to follow through because she kept texting me.
Rule had gotten heavily into his bible so she had no one to play games with.
No one had time for her.” He clenched his jaw and glanced away before he spoke again.
“Kind of like my little sister. Mom and me were trying to make ends meet. She ended up pregnant at fifteen, a fucking statistic that I never wanted her to be a part of.”
“Rebel’s on birth control,” Kaia blurted.
Bishop glared at him. “Exactly, motherfucker. That’s just my fucking point.
She’s so fucking used to living her life in front of the fucking club, she doesn’t realize that motherfuckers outside the gates might not connect the fact that they will die gruesomely if they fuck with her.
She’s so used to hearing every fucking thing in the fucking world discussed that she thought nothing of telling you about her birth control.
Mr. Let’s-Kiss-While-Watching-SpongeBob-Fuckhead, who had his tongue buried in Fia’s pussy days later. ”
“Are you jealous?” Kaia asked, genuinely curious. “Of me and Rebel or of me and Fia?”
“No, I’m pissed because you’re a stupid fuckhead, proven by that fucking question.
I’m not jealous of Fia because she sleeps with all of us.
I’m not jealous over Rebel but I am worried about her.
She’s headed for fucking disaster and you, motherfucker, are the conductor who’s taking her there.
I think you see her as a steppingstone to gain access to chicks, booze, drugs, and money.
You’re using her. Telling a kid what you know she wants to hear because CJ told you all about her desire to be a normal teenage girl with normal teenage experiences, including having a boyfriend.
That’s why I don’t fucking like you. She’s na?ve and reckless, and you’re a fucking opportunist.”
“Have you had this conversation with Diesel about what he is?”
“I’m still fucking breathing, aren’t I? Besides, Diesel’s a Caldwell. But does any of it matter? Who cares if I had the conversation with Diesel? I’m having it with you. I’m telling you why I’ve been so pissed with you.”
“Oh, I get it now. You’re going to advise me to take Meggie’s offer or you’re going to—”
“No, Kaia, you don’t get it. I want to take Meggie’s offer because she went through a lot to work out the details. I don’t want to insult her or have her hard work go to waste.”
“Meggie isn’t like that. She’ll understand if you decline the offer.”
“Same with you.”
“If I decline, I might not have a job. She’s very angry with me.”
“I’m weighing all my options, bro. Talking to my mom, considering her advice. You need to do the same with brutal honesty.”
“I will,” he promised.
“Good. Go to the club. I’ll text Narci and tell him I’m sending you for a fat boy.”
“Tell him I want one, too.”
Bishop gave him an incredulous look. “That is for you, dumb ass. I suggest you don’t say that.
Narci might be a conscienceless motherfucker when it comes to drugs, but he’s somewhat loyal to Diesel.
It’s no secret Diesel doesn’t like you. Don’t give Narci, Torrin, or any of Diesel’s friends the opportunity to fuck you up. ”
The transaction with Narci went off without a hitch. He even allowed Kaia to watch him pack the weed into a cone with quick efficiency. Once Kaia handed over the sixty dollars, he didn’t stay. Bishop’s warning spooked him. Anyone Kaia might’ve called for help wasn’t around.
On the way to the treehouse, he texted Jana to let her know he’d arrive soon. She was waiting for him on the landing in nothing but a tank top and panties. Kaia hesitated.
She stepped aside and nodded toward the open door. “Let’s go inside.”
“You aren’t dressed.”
She glanced down at herself. “Pretend it’s a swimsuit. I’m more covered in this.”
Nodding, Kaia walked inside, once again marveling at the fact that it was a treehouse.
Jana breezed by. “I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.”
“I was sidetracked by a conversation with Bishop,” he admitted.
“Come and sit next to me.” She patted the sofa and crossed her legs. “I have beer and wine in the refrigerator if you want a drink.”
He patted his jacket pocket. “The joint is enough for me.”
“You got it?” Jana squealed, clapping her hands. “Bring it!”
Smiling at her enthusiasm, Kaia walked to the sofa and dropped next to her. He dug out the cone and held it up.
She gasped. “Look how big it is.”
“Never had a girl say that about anything other than my cock,” he told her.
Giggling, she snatched the joint from him. Once he handed her his lighter, she lit it and took a long draw on it, holding her breath to absorb the smoke. She hit it again and threw her head back, revealing the tender skin on her long, delicate neck.
“This is so fucking strong,” she murmured.
Kaia took the joint from her and lit it again, then tested it for himself. Fuck, she was right.
“I can’t stay long,” he told her, handing her the joint. “Especially to do drugs. I work in the morning.”
“I’m so lonely, though. Besides, I owe you pussy for buying me the joint.”
“You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart,” he promised. “I didn’t have to bring it to you.”
She hit it, then held it while Kaia did the same before laying her head on his shoulder.
“I found out the identity of my real father.”
“I didn’t realize there was a paternity question.”
“Neither me, but Diesel’s so smart. He knew.”
“Yeah, he’s fucking brilliant.”
Jana slapped him playfully. “Stop it. He is.”
“To me, he’s just a fucking asshole.”
She took another long inhale, then handed it to him.
“What are you going to do about your long-lost father?” Kaia asked. “Is a reunion planned?”
“Diesel said I didn’t have to do anything about the new information, especially since my real father’s dead.”
“Fuck what Diesel said. What do you want to do? Ask the people who you thought were your parents why they lied? You must’ve had a reason for going on your search.”
“I didn’t. It involves the club. He really didn’t give me much choice.”
“Does that motherfucker ever?”
“Always. I told him I’d prefer not to let the people who raised me know that I know they aren’t my biological parents. They’ve been so good to me. I can’t do that to them.”
They smoked in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the flick of his lighter whenever the joint went out. Kaia thought about telling Jana she needed to put herself first at some point, then dismissed it, too much in a zone to give a shit.
All Kaia’s stress melted away. Calm settled into him and left him floating. They looked at each other and giggled like little kids.
She slid her fingers over his bald head and he shivered, hyper aware of her touch, breathing in her scent.
“What happened to all your pretty hair?”
“I shaved it.”
“You should’ve asked me and I would’ve begged you not to do it.”
“It was either that or look like a jackass after what Axel did to me,” he said, and told her.
Her hands flew to her mouth and she gasped. “Your eyebrows are gone!”
“You didn’t notice?” he asked, roaring with laughter.
She chuckled, happy and carefree. “Nope, but they are really gone.”
“Completely,” he agreed.
“Oh, you poor guy.”
“My hair and my brows will grow back. I wanted to try a new style. The choice was made for me, so it was meant to be,” he said philosophically.
“What a perfect way to look at things, especially bad stuff.”
“There’s more bad in life, than good. You just learn to appreciate the good times to get you through the shitty days.”
“Before I met Diesel, I didn’t have many good days,” she said gravely.
“What the fuck kind of a life did you have if that motherfucker gave you better days?”
“Stop,” she said, giggling. “Don’t be mean. I love him.”
So she kept saying. Over and over again. “Fuck, Jana, you need a hobby. That’ll give you something new to say.”
Her amusement fled and her face fell. “You’re being mean to me now?”
Kaia heaved in a breath. He’d never dealt with a girl with so little self-esteem as Jana. He wasn’t sure the right thing to say. Besides, rushing to her rescue when she was sad or lonely might’ve brought out his protective instincts, but her complete disinterest in bettering herself was tiring.
He turned to her and glided his fingers through her hair. “What are you doing the rest of the evening?”
“Are you leaving?”
“In a little bit. I just intended to drop off the joint and then get back to the house.” He twisted some of her hair around his index finger. “I definitely shouldn’t be in here with you barely dressed.”
She smiled at him. “Does flower make you want pussy?”
He held in a groan. “I can’t fucking answer that.”
“Because of Diesel?”
Fuck Diesel. It would serve that motherfucker right if Kaia did fuck Jana. Always so fucking arrogant, thinking Kaia didn’t deserve fuck all. “No,” he snapped, sharper than he meant. “It’s because of Rebel.”
“Oh.” Jana pursed her lips and met his gaze. “Rebel is very angry with me.”
“Are you sure, babe? Rebel can be a little unfiltered but—”
“I’m positive,” Jana said, then detailed exactly why Rebel was so furious with her. “All I wanted was to get through to her about how mean and unfair she was being to Diesel. He’s been so sad. I didn’t expect her to react like that.”
“Has Rebel ever been anything but above board with you?”
“No, but—”
“No, buts, Jana. Deep down, you knew that would piss Rebel off. If you didn’t, then you aren’t very observant.”
“I thought we were sisters. She wanted me to be fiercer. That’s what I was trying to do.”
“For the wrong fucking reason. For Diesel, who Rebel handles better than you.”
She started to cry and guilt settled into Kaia. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her onto his lap. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m…I shouldn’t have said that.”
Sitting up, she straddled his hips, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
Kaia thumbed her tears away and met her gaze, not rejecting her when she pressed her lips against his.
The moment Kaia yielded, she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Grunting, he tightened his hold on her, her frantic kisses setting his blood on fire.
“I want you,” she breathed, kissing him again, her hand going to his fly.
Kaia froze, an image of Rebel in his head. It doused his desire like a bucket of cold water thrown over him, and he took Jana’s face between his hands. He tore his lips from hers. “Babe, we shouldn’t do this.”
“Because of Rebel?”
Kaia nodded, his cock throbbing. He needed relief. As soon as he left, he’d call Fia.
“I love Diesel,” Jana said.
“And yet you’re trying to give me pussy. That’s not love. That’s dependence.”
She rocked her pussy against his dick. “It isn’t, but Diesel won’t care if we fuck.”
“Yeah, but Rebel would. She’d fucking hate me and want to kill you. Besides, Diesel definitely would care if it was me.”
The motherfucker in Kaia urged him to fuck Jana just to spite Diesel. There were few people on earth that Kaia disliked more than that fuckhead.
“I won’t tell. Besides, I owe you for the joint.”
“That would be so fucking sleezy of me, fucking you for something I didn’t have to bring to you. If I fuck you, it’s because I want in your pussy because I’m attracted to you. Not for a fucking drug transaction.”
Leaning back, she took off her top and threw it aside, leaving her titties right in his face. “Do you want pussy from me?”
Fuck. He did. She was warm and willing, and he was hot and hard.
Sensing his weakening, she kissed him again.
“Diesel won’t mind,” she said again.
He couldn’t escape that motherfucker. Annoyed, he started to turn away.
“I know you don’t like him, but you like me,” Jana said.
At her words, satisfaction settled deep inside him. Not because of her. She was giving him the opportunity for revenge. Every time he looked at Diesel, Kaia would know he’d gotten over on that motherfucker and fucked Jana.
Slipping his hand into her panties, he found her clit and massaged her. She threw her head back, riding his fingers, crying out when he took one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Yes!” she cried, coming hard and then sliding to her knees and freeing his cock.
She slurped him into her mouth, sucking him hard and fast, fondling his nuts gently.
“I’m coming,” he gritted.
Instead of moving away, she swallowed his cum, slurping every drop. Looking at him through her lashes, she wiped her mouth, her face flushed and her lips swollen.
“Do I suck good cock?” she asked hoarsely.
“Fuck, babe, do you ever.”
She smiled, pleased with herself.
He smirked and pulled her onto his lap. “You’re not the only one with oral skills.”
Stretching out and resting her head on the arm, Jana opened her legs. She still wore her panties. “Show me.”
He settled between her legs and pushed the seat of her panties aside, tonguing her clit.
She was hot and ready, so it didn’t take much to push her over the edge.
He lapped her pussy, her juices bathing his face.
Rising above her, he slid inside of her.
Each time he pulled out and then buried himself again, his cock brushed against her panties.
His toes curled. His groan matched hers, their sounds of pleasure merging, her greedy pussy gripping him.
She rolled her cunt, her fingers squeezing her clit, her cries rising in his ears.
She came hard, drawing his cum out and streaming into her before he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
The moment he came back to himself, he dressed and left Jana. She was still naked and lost in a haze. As he reached the side door and stepped into the mansion, Kaia regretted fucking Jana. Sleeping with Fia behind Rebel’s back was bad enough.
He’d been so fucking overwhelmed by his behavior, he hadn’t thought of a poem for his huahua in days.
If not for Rebel, Kaia would’ve been gloating.
Because…
Fuck Diesel.