Chapter 8
Hellfire
This had to be a dream. Kit writhing in my arms while we kissed was something I'd dreamed about for so long, there was no way this could be real.
But my eye ached like a bitch where Smokehouse had clocked me, and her lips sure felt real.
They were soft, supple, and fuck if I didn't want to just throw her down onto the bed and fuck her.
I wasn't about to do that, though. I wanted to take this slow.
To drive her wild before I finally took her.
She was mine. Fuck. How was I so goddamned lucky?
She was everything I wanted in a woman. Smart, funny, gorgeous as hell, and she had the body of a pin-up model.
She was tall and curvy in all the right places.
And that ass. Fuck. That ass was perfection.
It was round and firm, and it made me want to sink my teeth into it while I fucked her from behind.
I groaned as she ran her hands over my chest and shoulders. She was exploring me, teasing me with her touch, and I loved every second of it. "Kit," I rasped as she nipped at my earlobe. "You're going to drive me crazy."
She giggled and pulled away, smiling up at me.
Her eyes were bright pools of gray, cheeks flushed, and I could see her pulse racing at the base of her throat.
She wanted this as much as I did. That knowledge only made it harder for me to control myself.
My dick throbbed inside my jeans, eager to be released.
"I've wanted this for so long," she told me.
I grinned down at her. "You and me both." I reached down and drew her shirt up and over her head, leaving her standing in jeans and a bra. Why was that so fucking sexy? Maybe because we'd never been this far before? I had no idea, but I liked it. A lot.
Her hands went to my jeans, but I caught them and shook my head. If she touched me now, I wasn't going to be able to hold back. I needed her to keep her hands to herself or this was going to be a short night for us both.
She pouted, but let me lead her over to the bed.
She sat down on the edge of it and I took a moment to just admire her.
A pretty blush stained her cheeks as I studied her.
Her tits were full and round, straining against the fabric of her bra.
I could see the hard points of her nipples through the thin material and it made my mouth water.
I traced my fingers over one of them, teasing her through the lace. She moaned softly, arching into my touch. Fuck, that was hot. I wanted to hear more of those sounds coming from her mouth.
Leaning down, I captured her lips in another kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. She tasted sweet and spicy, like cinnamon. Her hands came up and tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she deepened the kiss. She was so eager for me, it made me want to roar in triumph.
I reached around and unhooked her bra, pulling it off her and tossing it aside.
Her tits bounced free, and I couldn't resist bending down further and taking one of her nipples into my mouth.
She gasped as I sucked on it, teasing it with my tongue.
Her hands tightened in my hair as I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.
Kneeling down between her spread thighs, I looked up at her. "I want to taste you."
She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes dark with desire.
I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, along with her panties.
She was bare before me now, and I could see how wet she was for me already.
My cock throbbed painfully as I stared at her glistening pussy.
It was pink and perfect, and I couldn't wait to get my mouth on it.
Grasping her chin, I gave her a quick kiss before I pressed on her shoulder, laying her back on the bed.
Her ass was right on the edge, and as much as I wanted to flip her over so I could worship it, I needed this more.
I leaned in and ran my tongue over her folds, tasting her sweetness.
My hands clamped down on her thighs as she groaned and her hips arched up, seeking more.
Fuck she was going to be the death of me.
I teased her with my tongue, licking and sucking until she was a writhing mess beneath me. When I finally slid a finger inside her, she cried out and gripped the sheets in her fists. "Hellfire!"
Her pussy clenched around my finger as I fucked her with it, and I knew she was close.
Years of built up tension between the two of us was making this hot and fast. I was fine with that as long as she came first. Maybe a few times.
I wasn't about to leave her behind in this.
I wanted to watch her come undone for me.
Wanted her to be so thoroughly satisfied she never thought of another man.
Our first time together needed to be mind blowing.
Adding another finger, I increased the pace, curling them to hit that spot inside her that would drive her crazy.
Her hips bucked against my hand as she chased her release, and when I sucked her clit into my mouth, she exploded.
Groaning, I lapped at her, unwilling to stop.
She tasted so fucking good. I could do this all night long and die a happy man.
But my dick had other ideas, throbbing painfully in my jeans.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from her and stood up, unbuttoning my jeans and freeing my cock.
Her eyes widened as she stared at me, and I knew she was impressed.
I wasn't a small man, anywhere. I smirked as I stroked myself, loving the way she watched me with hungry eyes.
"Do you want this, Kit?" I asked, my voice low and husky with desire.
Her eyes were dark with lust as she nodded, biting her lip again. Fuck that was sexy. "Yes. I want you so badly, Hell," she begged.
So much for taking it slow. The way she was pleading was sending me over the edge. Never let it be said that I didn’t give my lady what she wanted. There’d be time later to take things slowly. Right now? I needed to be buried balls deep inside her welcoming body.
I grabbed a condom from my pocket and stood up, rolling it on before angling her a little closer to the edge of the bed.
I gripped her hips as I lined up with her entrance, and slowly slid inside.
Her pussy was so tight and wet, it felt like heaven around my cock.
I groaned as I bottomed out inside her, and she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Look at me," I commanded, needing to see her eyes as I fucked her.
Her eyes snapped open and locked on mine as I pulled back and thrust in again.
She cried out, but didn't look away as I started moving faster, pounding into her hard and fast. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I wanted to bury my face between them.
Next time. Right now I needed to watch her come again. "You’re so fucking beautiful."
I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb, making her cry out again as she arched against me. "Come for me, Kit," I growled. "I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock."
She moaned as I kept fucking her, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts until she shattered, screaming my name. Her pussy clenched around me so tight it almost hurt, and I couldn't hold back anymore. With one last hard thrust, I came, groaning her name as pleasure washed over me.
"Oh. My. God," Kit breathed as I slumped over her.
My head was on her chest as I tried to gather my wits enough to move. "Fuck," I muttered.
"Yeah," she replied with a husky laugh.
I grinned and lifted my head to look at her. She was smiling up at me, looking completely satisfied. Good. That's exactly what I'd wanted to do for her.
"That was...wow." She gave me a shy look. "It’s been a really long time since I’ve done that. With anyone else, I mean."
I chuckled and kissed her softly. "Good. It’s the last time you’ll do it with anyone but me." Pulling out of her, I disposed of the condom in the small trash can near her bed, then crawled onto the bed.
"Mmmm," she agreed in satisfaction. It sounded like a little purr. She was adorable. She had already moved to the middle so she could starfish out and enjoy the lasting effects from her orgasms. Sighing as I lay down next to her, she snuggled against me, making me smile even more.
I loved that I could hold her anytime I wanted now. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer against my body.
"So… We're doing that again, right?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Just as soon as I catch a second wind."
She leaned up on her elbow and pouted down at me. "Aren't you bikers supposed to be able to go all night?" she teased.
Chuckling, I shook my head. "Maybe when I was eighteen, but I'm thirty-eight, Vixen. I'm going to need a minute."
She nestled back down against my chest. "Worth the wait," she announced. She was quiet for a few minutes before she finally whispered. "I can't believe I'm yours."
"Believe it, Kit," I murmured. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
"What made you finally make a move?" she asked, looking up at me.
Seeing her lying there against my body, her cheek pressed against my skin, made my heart kick in my chest. "Everything.
The cult. Getting shot. Almost losing you at the Event Center.
Having The Italians and Fremont on our asses.
" I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Life is too fucking short and I wasted so much of our time together. "
"We've spent the years getting to know one another," she said, lifting her hand and rubbing her finger between my eyes where the skin was pursed together with my frown. "It wasn't a waste."
"You're right," I said, my frown melting away at her touch. "I came downstairs last week and saw you bent over, doing inventory, and something just...snapped. I was tired of waiting. Denying myself."
She gave me a soft smile. "I'm glad you did. I was beginning to think I would never have any of this," she admitted. "That I'd have to watch you fall in love with someone else." Her voice broke a little. "That would have killed me, Hell."
"There's no one for me but you, Kit. Never has been."
She rose up and kissed me softly. I groaned when her tongue slipped into my mouth, but she pulled away before I could get lost in her again. She laid her head back on my chest and we just lay there, content in each other's arms.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked after a while.
"You," I answered immediately, making her laugh.
"I meant for dinner."
"You don't have to cook for me," I told her.
She sat up, uncaring that she was naked as she kneeled on the bed next to me. "I happen to like cooking and I've never had an old man to cook for. I want to."
I grinned at her and crossed my arms beneath my head, enjoying the view of her body. "Alright, Vixen. What are you making me?"
She cocked her head as she studied me. "I think you need some good southern food. How does fried chicken sound?"
My mouth watered at the thought. "Sounds perfect."
"Good. Now get your fine ass out of here so I can clean up this room and start cooking." She gave me a saucy grin.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, sitting up and kissing her before climbing off the bed.
"I'm going to shower," I called over my shoulder.
Her reply was muffled, but I took it as consent as I walked into her bathroom.
Starting up the spray, I thought about the last week as the water heated up.
Somehow, I was the lucky son of a bitch—no offense to my mother—who had not only caught her eye, but got to keep her.
I wasn't going to question my luck. I was running with it and I wouldn't ever give her the chance to wonder if she made a mistake.
We had a lot of lost time to make up for and I planned to fill her every waking moment with laughter and love, so she knew exactly why she chose me.
Picking up her shampoo, I opened and sniffed at it.
Chuckling as the scent of honeysuckle assaulted my nose, I poured a bunch into my palm and then worked it into my hair and beard.
I shut off the water and grabbed a towel from the cabinet in her bathroom.
Wrapping it around my waist, I went back out into her bedroom.
She'd folded my clothes and left them on a fancy chair in the corner.
Grinning, I dressed. I was pretty sure I was going to like having an old lady.
It was a bonus that it was her, but no one had taken care of me like this in a really long time.
It wasn't that I couldn’t take care of myself. I could, but this was different. This was someone else making sure I was comfortable. That I was happy. It made me feel like I was important to her and that was something I hadn't felt in a long time.
When I walked into the kitchen, she looked up from where she was cutting potatoes at the counter. Her smile lit up her face and I knew that I would do whatever it took to make sure she smiled like that for the rest of our lives.