Epilogue #2
Alejandra’s voice breaks through the sensual fog in my head. “We’ll se–”
A low rumble ends my response. It ignites everything inside me, and I turn away from her and move through the crowd, ignoring all the whispered accolades on the art as I pick up my long black skirt and rush out the gallery door to catch the moment Stone pulls into our shared parking lot. He parks and revs the engine.
I walk toward him slowly, my whole body vibrating from the loud roar of his bike.
I can’t see his face behind his dark black helmet that covers his entire face, but I can feel him staring.
I can feel those dark eyes trailing over my body.
He’s waiting, and like the loadstone he is, I keep walking until I’m so close I can smell the pungent, chemical odor of the exhaust. My chest heaves as he pulls off his helmet.
His face comes into view. The bristles of his beard are longer.
He looks tired, and my fingers itch to comb through his stubble, but I wait, remembering his warning about me not getting too close since the muffler is so hot. I wait, jittery with desire.
He climbs off, puts down the kickstand, and rests his helmet on the seat. I don’t move an inch. He moves in my direction in that sexy panther way of his, and arousal swamps my body, but I’m annoyed with him, too.
“You’re late,” I pant, when he steps close enough that my nipples brush the lower part of his chest. His dick grazes my belly and feels like the bottom drops out.
I’m wet, my arousal sliding down my inner thigh.
I purposely left off my underwear when I got dressed hours ago, preparing for the moment he showed up.
I’d planned to drag him upstairs and sit on his lap the moment he appeared.
I lick my lower lip, and he watches the movement.
“Am I? Seems like I’m right on time.”
A ringed finger trails down my face, pushing my hair away from my cheek. Shudders rack my body, and I lean into him, standing on tiptoes until I’m near his ear. “I’m barely holding on, Stone. I need you to hold me.”
A low growl escapes his chest, and he picks me up, and seconds later, his mouth is on mine.
He boosts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist and wind my arms around his neck.
His tongue pushes past my lips, and I taste his addictive cherry smoke flavor.
I breathe him, wanting to grind my pussy on the hard ridge of his dick.
We kiss him like I haven’t seen him in days.
He grips me under my long black skirt before tearing his mouth away. “Countess, are you wearing underwear?”
He grips my ass, and his obsidian eyes glitter. I whisper into his mouth, “Why would I wear underwear when you were on your way home?”
“Fuck’s sake. Now I’m going to be hard for the rest of the night.”
“Serves you right for being late to your own art show.” He smirks, and I smile down into his face, kissing him again. “Take me upstairs.”
“I thought you didn’t want me to miss my art show.”
“I don’t give a fuck about it. I haven’t seen you in days and phone sex didn’t cut it.”
“Has my lady missed getting fucked?”
“Yes, my lord.” I giggle when he slaps my ass.
“Jesus! Will you two get a room?”
I turn around and watch Jace walk toward us, holding my almost 1-year-old niece in his arms. I can’t believe how big she’s gotten already.
“We were trying before you came by.” I raise an eyebrow as he glares at Stone.
It has taken Jace some time to get used to Stone and my relationship.
He was so angry after I came home, bruised and battered from my time with El Jefe, that I didn’t think he and Stone would ever speak again, but days after I showed up at Stone’s cabin, he left to meet up with Jace.
When he returned, his lip was puffy, his eye was swollen, and his cheek was starting to develop a bruise. I asked him if Jace forgave him.
Stone held me and cupped my face, kissing me with his bloody lip. “I won’t ever apologize to your brother for loving you. That was written across the universe the moment I met you, but I gave my penance in the only way I could.”
“How?”
“My blood and pain for yours.”
I hold those words close now and kiss his rough cheek.
Jace rocks his daughter, grinning at her as she babbles. He and Sophia are getting married next month in Puerto Rico, and he’s so cute telling everyone who will listen that he’s going to be a husband in thirty days.
Sophia trails behind, looking sick to her stomach. She revealed last week that she’s pregnant with their second child. Jace is ecstatic, but Sophia has been complaining about my brother for the past two days, as she’s experiencing terrible morning sickness.
“Leave them alone, Jace. Let them enjoy themselves. Oh God.” She covers her mouth with her hand and runs back inside.
Jace winces. “She hates my guts. She’s going to make me sleep on the couch tonight.” He sighs.
“You’re used to that. You two barking at each other is what you do best.”
“We think it’s a boy based on how sick she is. Valentina didn’t make her this sick.” Jace cuddles his babbling daughter.
Stone starts kissing my neck, whispering in my ear, “I thought we were going upstairs.” He bites my skin, tugging at it until it starts to hurt, and I shiver, enjoying the hint of pain. More delicious pain will come later, and I can’t wait.
Jace frowns when he looks at us. “Stone, please don’t tongue my sister down in front of me on a public street.”
Stone doesn’t stop, and Jace grumbles before turning away to head back inside, resting Valentina over his shoulders. Stone goes back to kissing me.
“You’re still tonguing me down on a public street.” I whine when he sucks my skin hard enough that I know I’ll have a hickey tomorrow.
“Your brother doesn’t tell me what to do with my woman, Countess. I want you. You can let me fuck you upstairs, but I can’t promise to be quiet, or you can come with me to the cabin.”
He slides me down his body, and I sway a little. “You can’t be quiet?”
“No. Not after I haven’t been inside you for days.”
As much as a quick fuck sounds good. Stone’s right, I don’t want something fast. I want the long fucks I’ve grown used to. The hours of him fucking every part of my body, edging me until I’m begging for release. I want that. “The cabin.”
He heads to his bike and detaches his extra helmet.
I walk to him, hold up my long skirt, and tuck it between my legs as I take the helmet from him. Stone’s eyes travel down to my black combat boots. The muscle in his jaw tics, and I can see the hunger on his face.
“You’re going to keep those on tonight, Countess. I want to feel them against my ears.”
The filthy promise in his eyes makes my nipples tingle. My brain too caught up in the image of him fucking me while my chunky boots are still on my feet. I can’t wait to have my thighs cuddled around him in the next few minutes.
Just as Stone starts adjusting the straps, Jacinda emerges from the gallery heading to me.
“Where are you going?” She looks at Stone. “They’re waiting for Stone to appear.”
Kami comes out behind her, with Quinten close behind. “What about the art show?” She asks, confusion all over her face.
Stone climbs on his bike and waits, not responding to Jacinda’s worry that hundreds of people are waiting for him. I know he couldn’t care less.
“I’m heading home. And don’t worry. People love a mysterious, temperamental artist.”
Jacinda looks at me with humor on her face, and Kami raises both eyebrows, clearly shocked.
“You two can handle it. You might as well get used to it. I’m looking for two new business partners.” I wasn’t planning on telling them about my idea to join forces and have them be co-owners with me at the gallery. As much as I love the gallery. I have plans for my art.
Jacinda and Kami’s mouths both drop open. They look at each other and then back at me. I wink. “Sophia has a copy of the key for the gallery. I trust you!”
I swing my leg over the seat and settle my weight against Stone’s back, my thighs around his. My body is on fire, anticipating what’s to come.
I wave behind me as Stone starts his powerful bike. I wrap my arms around his flat, corded abs, ready to hold on for a wild ride.
Riding down the highway, Stone brings one of my hands up to his chest, right over his heart. I can feel the steady beats. I slide my hand to his cock, and I feel the groan he emits from his chest. His fingers tighten around mine.
Before I can blink, he pulls over to the shoulder. He turns off the engine and pockets the keys, kicks out the stand. A car speeds by. Once it moves on, the silence is deafening, and his voice sounds like a bullet. “Get off the bike, Countess.”
The command in voice is unmistakable. I don’t hesitate.
It’s the same voice Stone used the night in the forest, and I wonder if he’ll do something similar tonight.
Dark woods are to my left. I don’t think the property is his, but I don’t think Stone will care.
I carefully climb off and stand near, waiting to see what he will do.
Another car shoots past, and the wind from the force of the speed pushes me to the side.
Stone climbs off and comes to stand in front of me.
He unstraps my helmet and tosses it on the ground before grabbing my hair and dragging me closer, until my body is flush against his and I’m up on my toes.
The bite in my scalp feeds the insatiable need inside me.
“You want to touch my cock while I’m riding, Countess?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’ll do it with your mouth. Get on your knees.”
“Cars.”
“Don’t give a fuck, Camryn. You started this. You’re mine and I want you now. Here. If you don’t want people to see you while you choke with my dick in your throat then you better hurry.”