Chapter 9 Kage #3
I reach into my jacket pocket, pull out my cell phone and text Nox.
Me: Get your fucking head out of your ass and get to the bar. Our girl needs us.
I wait for a moment, taking a sip of my drink, thinking he’s probably not going to text me back. I send him another message.
Me: LENNOX.
Nox: Fuck you. I was handling some shit.
Nox: I’m on my way.
Me: Yeah, I'm sure you had to rub one out after I left. Hurry the fuck up.
All he sends back is the middle finger emoji. I smirk at the message.
“What are you over there smiling at your phone for?” Wren grabs my attention, bringing me back to what's in front of me.
“I was just texting your favorite person. He should be on his way here now.”
“What for? We’re closing in a few minutes anyway.”
“Don't worry about it, sweetheart. We just have to take care of a little something that's been festering for a while,” I say as I grab my beer and chug what's left. I drop more than enough bills on the counter to cover the beer while giving her a nice tip and stand up from my chair.
“Keep the change, baby,” I throw a quick wink over my shoulder and I leave her to it.
Wren steps out of the bar, pulling the door shut behind her.
The second I hear her boots hit the pavement, I lean back on my bike, taking in a slow drag of the cigarette I lit just moments before she walked outside and watch her.
She grabs her keys out of her purse, locking the door with one hand while tugging her jacket tighter around her frame with the other.
Her eyes flick around the lot as if checking to see if she’s alone.
She’s not.
She never is anymore now that I’m around.
Wren turns around, her head down as she unknowingly heads in my direction, but her pace slows the second she looks up and spots me sitting here on my Harley.
I can practically see her eyes roll from where I sit.
I fucking love that look on her. The mix of irritation and awareness, as if she wishes she didn’t feel me watching her but she knows that she likes it.
“Why are you still here?” she calls, walking towards her car. “ Don’t you have anything else better to do than stalk me all night?”
I smirk, flicking my cigarette to the ground and grinding it out beneath my boot. “I would stalk you whether I had something better to do or not.”
She reaches her car that I’m conveniently parked right next to, and whips around to look at me. Her arms are crossed over that tight little tank top again, pushing her tits up on display. It’s as if she purposely wants me to look, and I’m fucking looking.
“But to answer your question,” I add, stepping off the bike and closing the distance between us. “Yeah, I do. Lennox should be here soon. We have something to take care of, remember?”
She cocks her eyebrow, “At two in the morning?”
“Mhmm.” I stop right in front of her, letting the silence linger a bit longer before I speak again. “Why? You worried?”
“No,” she says quickly, biting back. “I’m just curious what a couple of boys like you have to do so late at night.”
I chuckle. “Are you jealous, little bird? You think we’re gonna go out there and fuck some random whores tonight?”
She scoffs, eyes narrowing on me. “I couldn’t care less whose hole you stick your dick into.”
I grin wider and lean in just a little closer, watching the way her breath stutters. “Oh, I think you could. I think you’re in denial about how I make you feel.”
“You’re full of shit,” she snaps, but there’s no heat in it. Just that spark she can’t seem to smother.
I don’t stop. I take another step closer, making her take a step backwards until she’s pressed up against her car, and I’m pressed up against her. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Wren, but your pulse pounding in your neck gives you away.”
“Oh, you think you’re that good, huh?” she fires back, but her voice dips just slightly. It’s lower now, breathier.
“I know I am.” I slide my hand up to cup her face. “Wanna find out?”
She lets out a soft breath, and I actually think she’s going to give in. But then, “You’re a fucking psycho.”
She pushes me off, turning to unlock her car.
“Only when it comes to you.” I chuckle. I reach my arm around Wren and grab the handle, pulling the door open to her car and give her the most innocent smile I can manage while gesturing with my hand. “Get in.”
She hesitates a beat. “What are you doing?”
“Being a gentleman. Now get in.”
She doesn’t answer, just glares at me for a second before slipping into the driver's seat. I shut the door behind her, walk around the car, and slide into the passenger seat like I belong here.
The second the door closes, the energy in the car shifts.
The quiet isn’t peaceful, it’s fucking electric.
The tension is so thick, I could slice it open and watch it bleed.
I turn towards her, leaning over slow enough so I don’t frighten her, and tuck a loose strand of her hair that falls from her messy bun behind her ear.
I breathe her in carefully. She smells of whiskey, cigarette smoke, and that sweet skin I haven’t been able to taste yet.
“You think I don’t affect you?” I murmur right into her ear. “Your breathing says otherwise.”
“Fuck you,” she breathes back, but it’s not anger. It’s surrender.
The second those words leave her mouth, it’s a fucking spark hitting gasoline.
She grabs me by the collar of my jacket and pulls me in, her lips crashing into mine proving that she’s starving for me.
I groan into her mouth, my hands sliding up her thighs as I pull her over the center console and onto my lap.
She lets out a breathy moan as she straddles me in the front seat like she was always meant to be here, grinding her perfect little body against mine.
Without hesitation, her mouth is on mine again, wild and demanding, teeth biting into my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I groan into her mouth and she grinds her hips down harder into me. I can feel every fucking inch of her heat through our clothes.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.” I growl against her throat before I bite it, marking her just enough to leave proof. She moans into my ear, causing my dick to stand at fucking attention.
“Good,” she whispers, rocking her hips against me again. “I like a little bit of danger.” Fuck. The sounds she makes are guttural, filthy even, and it fuels the fire blazing inside me.
I help her out of her jacket and slide my hands beneath her tank top, palming those perfect tits I’ve been dying to hold onto, and the glint of that goddamn belly button piercing that’s been driving me crazy since I saw it.
“If you keep tempting me, little bird, and I’m gonna ruin you right here in the front seat.”
She grabs my face and kisses me harder, her tongue sliding against mine. The second she feels the split, she pulls away. The look on her face is priceless; complete and total shock.
“What's wrong, little bird? Never felt a split tongue before?” I ask, sticking my tongue out and flicking the two tips together.
Her eyes narrow in on it and she shakes her head with lust in her eyes.
“Just wait until you feel it fucking you.” I grab her face and twirl both muscles of my split tongue around hers. She moans, soft and breathless, her hands clutching the back of my neck, tugging me closer.
I run my hands down her body, finding her plump ass and grip it in my hands, grinding her against my erection. She breaks our kiss, trailing her mouth along my neck and bites down. Hard.
“Fuck baby, yes, mark me as yours.” That elicits a moan from her, causing her to bite some more. I love how rough she’s being with me. I want her to bruise me, make me bleed, show the world that I belong to someone.
That I belong to her.
Finding her mouth again, I slide my hand in between our bodies, grasping the button of her jeans, and ripping the jeans open.
She gasps at the sound of the button hitting the window of her car, but I don’t care.
I’ll buy her new jeans. Shit, I’ll buy her a new car.
I just need to be inside her one way or another.
I slide my hand into the waistband of her lace panties, and keep going until my fingers meet that sweet spot that has us both panting for more.
“Fuck baby, you’re already this soaked for me?” I circle her clit slowly and deliberately, making her moan loudly in my ear. I’m teasing her, I know this isn’t enough for her, but I need her to tell me that.
“Do you want more, baby? Use your words. Tell me exactly what you need from me.” I circle her clit once more and tease her entrance, showing her exactly what she’s missing.
She’s grinding against my fingers with abandon, “Kage, please. I need more. I need—fuck, please—don't fucking stop.”
What a needy little bird.
“Take your pants off for me, baby.”
It’s a fucking struggle, but we manage to get her jeans off of her, leaving her in nothing but her tank top and black lace panties. Fuck, she’s gonna drive me fucking crazy.
She sits back down on top of me, the only thing stopping me from being balls deep inside her is the thin lace of her panties, and my fucking pants.
Not being able to contain it anymore, I move her panties to the side and push two fingers in, burying them deep inside her wet heat. I curl my fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing against her walls, finding that spot that makes her arch her back for me, pushing my fingers further into her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her head tipping back as a desperate, needy moan rips from her throat.
She rides my hand, getting exactly what she needs from me.
I watch her fall apart. The way her body trembles.
The way her mouth opens in a loud, beautiful fucking scream when I flex my fingers just right.
Fuck, that goddamn sound alone has me about to bust in my fucking pants.
But I’m not done with her yet. She has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment and I’ll be damned if it's over too soon.
In one swift movement, I grab the handle on the side of my seat, laying it back to give us more room. Wren yelps at the abrupt motion, falling with me against my chest. She barely has time to register what I'm doing before I’m gripping her waist and lifting her so she's hovering just above my face.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” she yells, grasping onto the ceiling of the car, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.
“I want you to sit on my face so I can see exactly how this pretty pussy tastes.”
She looks at me like what I’m asking for is fucking crazy, which leads me to believe that maybe she hasn’t done this before. The idea that I could be the first face she ever rides has me salivating, and I’m getting impatient wanting to get a taste of her.
“I can’t sit on your face! Are you crazy? I’m too heavy, I could suffocate you!”
I give her the most serious look I could muster. “Death by pussy is the way I want to go baby, now fucking sit.”
She visibly swallows, nodding her head before hovering just above my mouth. I slide her soaking wet panties to the side, lick my lips, and inhale her sweet scent.
“Fuck, you smell like heaven and I’m about to bring you to salvation.”
Bringing her body closer to my face, I dart my tongue out and take one slow, agonizing lick before there’s a fucking knock at the goddamn window.
Who the fuck?
Wren screams, trying to hide herself by slamming her legs shut, forgetting that my face is literally right fucking there. I sit us up, using my body to conceal her as best as I can as we both look at whoever had the goddamn balls to interrupt us.
Fucking Nox.
Rolling down the window, I give him the most annoyed fucking look I could possibly give him.
“Impeccable timing as always, brother.”