Chapter 15 Chance
CHANCE
Kenzie is riding my face, her hands on my headboard, and she grinds down on my mouth. I’m lapping at her sweet cunt, and loving every second of it. After fucking her on her knees in nothing but those stilettos and feeling her come around my dick, I had only just gotten started.
“Chance,” she whimpers, and I know she’s getting close again. She plays with her nipples, her head thrown back, and I wish I could take a picture of her expression because she looks fucking perfect. “I’m going to come all over your mouth.”
And I’m going to lap it all up.
“Fuck,” she moans loudly, her thighs trembling. “Yes, so fucking good.”
I keep at it with the same pace until I wring every last wave of pleasure out of her until she can’t take anymore. She slides downward, using the headboard to keep her balance until she’s right above my hard cock. Her wet pussy presses against the head, and I groan. She feels so good.
“So wet,” I growl, sliding her back and forth. “Fuck, I want inside of you bare. I want to see my come leaking out of you.”
“Chance,” she moans, sinking a little so her pussy hungrily grips my tip.
“I’m clean,” I promise. I got tested after I saw her again, wanting to make sure I was all good before I fucked her again. “Are you on the pill?”
She nods, and we both lock eyes as she slides down on my cock without a condom for the first time. And holy shit, I’ve never felt anything so fucking good. “Fuck.”
Bracing her hands on my chest, she starts to move while we’re still watching each other.
She’s not in any hurry, taking her time with each drive of her hips, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
She lowers her face to mine and kisses me, tasting herself on my lips.
My hands stroke down her spine and grip her round ass. I lift my hips and fuck her back.
We come together, our bodies perfectly in tune with each other’s. When she slides off me and lies next to me, I can’t help but feel like something just changed between us.
A wall came down, and I don’t just mean the condom.
I was lying to myself when I said I wanted to get her out of my system. She has drawn me in like no other. I don’t think there is a way to let go of a woman like Kenzie.
And that is fucking terrifying.
She curls into me, pressing her cheek against my chest, and my arms automatically come around her.
“You didn’t run away,” I say quietly, my thumb rubbing soothing circles on her back. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react when you stepped inside the clubrooms.”
“I don’t like the fact that you’ve fucked all the women, and that they are around here half naked,” she admits, swallowing hard. “But you haven’t made me any promises, and you said you haven’t been with them since you saw me again, so that means something.”
Right now is where I should mention that Gia did give me head that one time.
“I just came inside you without protection,” I point out instead, staring up at the ceiling. “So I think we might be at the point where I need to make you some kind of promise.”
“Who are you and what have you done with the Royal Bastard MC president, Playboy?” she teases.
“He just got fucked bare by a woman he can’t seem to stop thinking about, and he’s over fighting it,” I say quietly, being vulnerable with her for once. I’m admitting it out loud for the first time, but it’s the truth.
Does part of me want to lose my life as it is? No.
But do I want to lose her? Also no.
If I want Kenzie, I’m going to have to give her what she needs, and that’s going to mean some compromising on both our ends.
I don’t want another man touching her.
And although none of the new generation have old ladies, I remember what the older generation of this chapter did to claim them.
Now that might be a problem.
After checking in with Freya, who had Gunner take her home last night, we have a quick shower and then head down to the kitchen for breakfast. Everyone goes quiet as we enter. Gunner, Lust, Custom, Sassy, and Honey are all sitting at the table.
“Good morning,” I call out.
“Morning.” Kenzie smiles, waving at them all. “How was your night, Gunner?”
“Not as good as yours,” Gunner replies, smirking.
“Who makes breakfast?” Kenzie asks me quietly, checking out the moderately burned toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon laid out on the counter.
“Club girls usually take turns,” I explain, rubbing the back of my neck. “They cook, clean, and work at the bar. They all get paid.”
“And they fuck you all. Let’s not forget that one,” she says in a sarcastic tone, picking up a piece of bacon and taking a bite.
“Well, that one is up to them,” I mutter, making us each a coffee, grabbing a plate, filling it, and sliding it to her, before serving my own.
I know it has to be uncomfortable for Kenzie, and I want to make it as easy as possible for her.
I don’t have any feelings for any of the club girls.
I know it’s not as simple as that for her, but she doesn’t have anything to worry about.
I might not be someone who’s had much relationship experience, but I am someone who always takes very good care of what’s his.
And make no mistake, Siren is mine.
“Eat. And then I thought we could go for a ride today. What do you think?” I ask, aware that every nosy fucker at the table is listening.
“A ride sounds nice,” she replies, taking her plate and occupying the seat next to Honey. I sit opposite her next to Gunner.
“Maybe we should all go for a ride.” Lust smirks at us over his coffee.
My eyes narrow. That fucker isn’t interrupting my time alone with Kenzie.
“I know he’s joking, but he’s not wrong. I don’t know if you should be going anywhere alone,” Gunner adds, arching his brow.
“There’s been no sightings,” I reply, shrugging. I know he worries about one of the Bloody Scorpions showing up. “It will be fine, and I’m not going far. I thought I’d take her to Little Beach.”
It’s a beautiful ride that leads to the most incredible blue water. We can sit on one of the big rocks and stare out at the ocean. There’s also a little trail to the next beach over, which is also amazing.
“Maybe two of us can follow behind you. We’ll leave you both alone but stay nearby,” Gunner suggests, but I can tell that they’re not going to let up on it.
“Fine,” I agree. “But stay back. I don’t need you joining me on my fucking date.”
The men all share an amused look.
“Have you ever been on a date before?” Honey suddenly asks, breaking the silence. She looks at Kenzie and smiles widely. “He must really like you. That’s not the kind of ride the rest of us got.”
“Honey.” I sigh, scrubbing my hand down my face.
“I mean, I got that ride too,” Kenzie replies, lip twitching.
My shoulders relax, and Honey laughs, leaning closer to my woman. “I like you, Kenzie.” Her eyes trail over her, and I grit my teeth. “And if you ever want—”
“Honey,” I snap, shaking my head. “No! No fucking way.”
“What?” Kenzie asks, frowning. My innocent little Siren didn’t pick up that Honey wants to fuck her too.
Gunner laughs silently, his shoulders shaking, while Custom keeps his eyes on his plate of food.
Lust, who doesn’t have any tact at all, blurts out, “Honey wants to taste some of your honey.”
“What?” Kenzie asks, her eyes widening as realization hits her. “Oh. Ohhh.”
“Yeah, if you ever need a third, you know where to find me.” She kisses my woman on the cheek, then stands and cleans up her plate before leaving the kitchen.
Kenzie’s eyes narrow on me as it hits her just exactly what we get up to around here sometimes. “You going to ask me for a threesome?”
Her voice is a threat if I’ve ever heard one.
The men are all openly laughing now, unable to contain themselves.
“No, I was not going to ask you for that.” And that’s the truth. I don’t want to share her with anyone, even a woman.
She tilts her head to the side, studying me. “Shame, it’s always been on my bucket list.”
I almost choke on my coffee. “Really?”
My brothers all go silent, but I can feel the surprise and interest.
“Yeah. So if I wanted that, would you give it to me?” she asks, her tone a little too saccharine sweet to be genuine.
“I mean… if that’s what you really wanted, I suppose—”
“Good.” She beams, her hazel eyes roaming over my brothers in a way that has my spine straightening. “Can I choose who? I think I’ll pick Gunner. I just know he can throw me around—”
Standing up, my chair flies back behind me. “Everyone get the fuck out of here!”
When Kenzie goes to leave, I point at her. “Not you, Siren.”
When Gunner winks at her before he leaves, I almost go after him. Instead, I lean over the counter and take a deep breath to calm down. “No one is touching you without my permission. Not the women, and definitely none of my fucking brothers. No one else’s dick will ever be inside you.”
“You seem a little jealous there, Chance. Don’t even like the thought of the men you’re around having me? Imagine what it’s like knowing the women around me actually have had you!” she seethes, standing up and grabbing her plate and mug. “Why did you have to be such a manwhore?!”
She storms off, and I sit back down alone and pick up my coffee.
I suppose it could have gone worse.