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  I wasn’t sure about Bash, but his kiss tells me so much. This man is all about giving, and I want him…I want him bad. I can hear myself whimper as I open my mouth wider and dive in, needing to consume him however he’ll allow it. With my muted plea, his hands move to my thighs, lifting me up against the side of my car. My legs spread, allowing him to fit snugly against my core. My body’s blazing all over, the sad thoughts from moments ago long forgotten. He’s the only thing on my mind now, with his addictive kiss. I’ve wanted this since I climbed onto his bike and held him in my arms.

  With a grunt, he presses his length into my clit. The sensation has me gasping, and he takes full advantage of my surprise. His tongue takes over, gaining complete control of our kiss as my focus moves to my throbbing pussy and his delightful torture. In the next beat, he’s pushing my delicate teal lace panties to the side so his fingers can dip into my wetness. My drenched entrance gives me away, and he gasps in delight, thrusting a finger deep. It feels so dang good. I haven’t had a man touch me in so long, and never one as irresistible as Sebastian.

  “I…” I manage to puff, ripping my mouth away to breathily protest. Although my body is telling me to lie down and spread wide. “I can’t have sex with you.”

  “No?” he growls, his pupils dilated with desire. The word is more of a taunt as he doesn’t hesitate to pump into my core again, then go back in, adding a second finger. He’s testing me to see if I mean it, if I can hold on to my willpower. Lord knows I don’t want to. I wish I could do whatever I want, but I have to be rational, think about the potential consequences.

  “Oh, Bash… Oh, geez.”

  “Yeah?” He tugs my earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough to send a shock of pain down my throat. My nipples are on full alert, begging for him to bite there next.

  “I mean it. We can’t have sex,” I blurt out, reminding him, even though every bit of me wants to give in and allow him to take me right here. We’re outside, in the open for anyone to see us. Not only that, but it’s far too soon. I’m not an easy lay; I never have been.

  “Good thing I’m only finger fucking you then, huh?” Another whimpering moan escapes my lips at the deep rumbling timbre of his words. “Christ, Angel, this pussy is so goddamn juicy for me. I’ve been dreaming of this peachy cunt, and it’s more perfect than I’d imagined.”

  My pussy clenches at his throaty rasp and my nipples pebble, my body craving its fair share of attention in all this delicious torment. It’s not going to happen, though—us getting closer—it can’t. “Your touch…it feels good—real good.” And that’s putting it lightly.

  “What does? My fingers thrusting into this tight, creamy cunt?”

  “Mm.” My pelvis thrusts, moving with his hand as my orgasm swiftly builds into something intense and divine. He pushes in, especially deep, and my toes curl. It feels so damn amazing. “Faster,” I hiss, and he immediately speeds up, pumping two fingers in and out repeatedly.

  “I’d add another finger, but, baby, this pussy is so fuckin’ tight. I don’t wanna hurt you. Christ, when I do stick my cock in you—and before you argue about it, you better realize it’s gonna fucking happen, I promise you that much. But, when I do get in this warm, wet cunt, my cock’s gonna stretch you so fuckin’ good, it’ll make you scream my name. You’ll want more. That, I can promise you.”

  His words send me over. My forehead hits his shoulder, and my pussy squeezes his fingers as tightly as possible. My mouth falls open as my juices down below gush out, leaking all over his hand and my ass crack. He continues to pump them, allowing me to work through every last second of my blissful orgasm.

  “Goddamn,” he curses quietly. “Damn.” I open my eyes with my mouth parted, expelling soft pants as I meet his blazing cerulean stare. Jesus, I don’t know if I’ve ever witnessed a man with me look as turned on as he does. His skin is flushed, his nostrils flaring as he breathes me in. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Angel. Swear it on my life.”

  His compliment has me tilting my head a bit to gaze at him through my lashes. The feeling is completely mutual. He’s gorgeous. I can’t believe I just let myself go like that with him—out here. It’s reckless, and not like me, but I’m not the least bit sorry for it. That orgasm was intense, and I needed it more than I realized.

  He pulls his wet, sticky fingers free, and I slowly slide back down off his hips to plant my feet on the gravel. I can’t turn away, watching as he sticks the two fingers from my pussy into his mouth. He sucks, emitting a long, intense groan. His eyes flutter closed as he savors my taste before removing them to compliment, “So sweet.”

  My lips lift into a smile, and I bite my bottom lip. I admit, “That was a little crazy.”

  He drops his fingers, flashing me a grin. “Nah, Sweet Pea, that was merely an appetizer.”

  “That so?” A giggle escapes me, and my eyes go wide as he goes to his knees before me. “W-what are you doing?” I whisper-shout, floored by his spontaneous actions.

  Sebastian flashes me that smug smile of his that reels me in and ducks his head under my dress. It’s a loose, knee-length sundress that surprisingly has enough stretch so he can easily fit underneath. He draws in a deep breath, nose pressed against my core. His hot breath hits me as he exhales, sending a new burst of tingles everywhere. My hands close into fists, shocked that he’s between my thighs right now.

  His palms slide up from my calves to my thighs, then to the apex, pushing my legs to spread wider for him. In the next blink, his mouth is on my clit, sucking something fierce. He moves back and forth, licking up my soaked pussy juices to sucking my clit. He toys with my opening with the tip of his finger. It’s enough to tease me and drive me a little insane, all in the same breath from wanting to feel him back inside my heat.

  “You smell and taste so fucking good, Savannah. I wanna eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, baby.”

  “Y-you must be awfully hungry,” I squeak out and then follow up with a wanton moan. This guy is passionate and seriously knows what he’s doing in the hoo-ha department.

  “You got such a pretty pink pussy…fuck,” Sebastian rumbles and dives in. His scruff scratches my flesh lightly enough that I know my thighs will be burning if I pull on some jean shorts or pants anytime soon. I guess dresses it is for the rest of the week, but I have a suspicion that there will be a repeat if I wear them again. Not that I mind. If he wants to lick my pussy several times a day, I definitely won’t be stopping him.

  His thumb breaches my entrance while his drenched middle finger stretches the length to reach my ass. He toys with the back entrance, making my eyes roll heavenward, and a second orgasm consumes me. There’s no holding it back this time as it hits full force. I noisily moan his name as I come. Anyone outside will hear me without an issue, but I can’t help it, nor am I trying to. His touch feels far too great, and I don’t want him to stop. The guys around here are bad boys—surely, they can handle some moaning and not lose any sleep because of it.

  I breathlessly pant, “How did you go from our first kiss, to fingering me, to eating me out? And all in a span of maybe ten minutes?”

  He chuckles, moving out from under my skirt after he slides my lace panties back into the right spot. Bash flashes a pleased smile. “I’d have my cock inside you right about now as well if you hadn’t told me no already. Some may think it’s all right to push further after snacking on a juicy peach, but I can respect your no.” He winks, and it only makes me turn redder. I say redder, because I know I must be the color of a freaking tomato after all that.

  My juices coat his lips, and it’s incredibly erotic to watch him lick them, then groan with delight at my flavor. “I mean it, Angel, you have the tastiest, wettest pussy. Reminds me of eating a succulent, ripe piece of pineapple. Fucking delicious.” His pitch ends on a growl, making me shiver with the need for his touch.

  “You have to stop talking like that,” I hiss. “Too much, Bash, too much!”

  H
is brow crinkles as he places his hand on my hip. He squeezes, and I draw in a heavy breath. “Why’s that? It’s the truth.”

  I confess, “Because I won’t be able to hold myself off for very long.”

  His expression brightens and he beams. “Challenge accepted.” He chuckles and I laugh with him, shaking my head. “That’s what I wanted—right there, baby. That smile will make a man move mountains for ya.”

  My mouth softens at his words. He went from sweet to sexy, to crude, and right back to sweet again. This man is truly going to be my end if I’m not careful. It’d be too easy and convenient to give in to his charm and let him take me for that wild ride. However, I want to live. If I’m not cautious, if I trust too quickly, then I may die. That’s not a risk I’m willing to take…yet.

  Six

  The trouble is, you think you have time. - Buddha

  I ate her out…I licked that gushing sweet pussy of hers like a man starved, and for her, I was. She tasted like a mix between a ripe pineapple and a peach—my two favorites. How fitting it’d be her flavor. That was two days ago, and I still haven’t stopped licking my lips and reminiscing. I’ve been walking around with a nonstop chubby, and my stomach’s killing me from the absurd case of blue balls I’ve had. You know how hard it is to ride with a chubby and blue balls? Each bump is a blessing and a curse.

  It’s taken everything in me not to mention it to Savannah, but I promised myself I wouldn’t pressure her. That’s done nothing but result in me being a fucking prick to the brothers. Oh sure, they’re highly entertained. They think this shit is hilarious, while I want to strangle my cock until the bastard eventually deflates.

  Chaos shoots one of his signature glares in my direction. I’m used to his moodiness, so I take it in stride. “You need to get a handle on your shit.”

  I snort, rolling my eyes. He’s one to talk, all wrapped up in his bitch. Not that I can blame him. I’m beginning to see the allure of having a woman around on the regular. Savannah has basically taken over any free time I have that I don’t wrap up in the club, and it’s not something I want to stop or slow down on any time soon.

  “You’re pissing the brothers off,” he continues, not giving me a chance to respond. “Jinx and I may put up with your bullshit, but Sly or North will end up decking your ass if you bite their fucking heads off again. You’re acting like a chick on her cycle. Either fuck your woman or else find a club whore to take care of it for you. Hell, they’re all more than willing to take you up on any crumbs you’ll offer in their direction. I swear those females are even more hooked on your ass since you wrecked your bike and roughed up your face.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

  I shrug, not surprised with them finding me more attractive like this. “Chicks always think they have a chance at fixing me, brother. Bitches haven’t the slightest fucking clue about what goes on up here.” I point to my head. “Nor do I want them to. If they saw some of the shit we’ve seen, they’d lose it.” That’s no lie either, Chaos and I have been through our fair share, cleaning up after his father’s mess. Hell, I feel for the brother. There’s no telling what he went through before we grew close, and I started prospecting for the club.

  He concurs with a long sigh. “I feel you, brother. However, you’re my VP. I can’t have you all twisted up and shit over a woman or whatever it is. I’m just assuming it’s an issue of the female variety since those types have the power to make us a touch fuckin’ crazy.”

  I shoot him an intense look, stiffening up. “You know I always have your back, Chaos. If something is going down, you say the word, and I’ll handle whatever you need me to. My loyalty won’t stop, no matter what bitch I’m chasing after. You have my word.”

  He grunts, taking a hefty swig from the bottle of Fireball he’s got sitting on the office desk. “Fuck. It seems like no matter what loose ends I tie up from my father, I discover something else the motherfucker was into.”

  “He was a sick, twisted fuck,” I mutter, telling him the same thing I’ve said for years. His father’s the whole reason I came into his club in the first place. Sure, I was destined for club life, but it was Chaos coming to me, that had me pledging my life and loyalty to the Kings of Carnage. The brother is my best friend; ain’t no fuckin’ way was I going to sit back while he dealt with his father’s shit. He needed someone he could trust, and I vowed to always be that person. I may’ve joined under his father’s rule, but my allegiance was to Chaos. In my view, he was always the true King in the club—nobody else.

  “I’m sending North and the prospect to check it out. If anything is as bad as it sounds, we may need to roll out to handle it.”

  “You want me to hit up the brothers for church so we can discuss details?”

  He shakes his head. “Not yet. If the intel turns out to be true, then we’ll pop over to our field and come up with a plan. I don’t know why, but I think the best when we’re in the open, surrounded by nothing.”

  “I know how you roll, man. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

  “Good. Until then, business as usual.”

  “Got it,” I concede, heeding his orders.

  The field he’s mentioning is where we had our first meetup together, or what we refer to as our first official church session to discuss the takeover. Chaos had brought a couple of us in, told us what was going on with his father and asked us to help him clean house. Damn near every member from the original crew had to be taken out, along with his father. Back then, his dad was the active prez and Chaos was the club’s enforcer. Our MC is completely different now. My brother has surrounded himself with a few close people he can trust. Not only that, but he’s managed to get the club away from some really fucked up shit. We may deal drugs and guns, run protection, and various other adventurous jobs, but we don’t beat, rape, and sell women.

  He chin-lifts, and I look to where he’s gestured. One of the club whores is making her way toward me. The bitch looks like she’s on the prowl.

  “Don’t want any gash,” I hiss out the side of my mouth.

  He snickers. “Get your cocked sucked. You’ll feel better.”

  With a grumble, I consider his words. The whore’s not nearly as sexy as Savannah, but she’s not bad. Maybe getting head would unwind my mind a bit…my little angel made it clear yesterday she won’t be letting me fuck her anytime soon.

  For a while, I’d even considered pursuing Chaos’s sister. She’s fairly young, but she’s fucking gorgeous. She’s been through enough shit with her father, and in the end, I figured she may have some deep-seated daddy issues. Me being much older than her might fuck her up even more. Not to mention it would piss my brother off, me looking at his younger sister like that. I eventually let the idea rest. I know I’d have enjoyed every minute of sliding into that cunt, and she’d have known what to expect with a member warming her bed.

  Savannah has no idea about the lifestyle we live. She’s green, and I swear that detail draws me to her even more. Truthfully, I’m not sure she could handle it if I were completely honest with her. Not that I think we’d go that far, but if we did…hell, even this trampy club whore knows more about the fucked-up shit I do than Savannah.

  “Heya, Bash, you want some company?” she offers, folding her arms together, so her tits nearly pop out of the push-up bra she’s got on. I look her over, taking in her bra and thong. She’s not attempting to hide anything.

  “You own a sundress?” I ask after a beat.

  Her hand moves to flip her long dark hair behind her shoulder, then she reaches over to rub my bicep. I’ve got a navy T-shirt on under my vest, showing off part of the ink on my arms. “I have a minidress and a miniskirt.” She blinks really fast. I wonder if she’s attempting to bat her eyelashes at me or some shit. She doesn’t need to try all that extra stuff. Men are easy to please. For one thing, we’re visual creatures, and she’s got her assets on display, so she’s already got it covered.

  “Nah, not the same thing.”

  She pops
her bottom lip out into a pout, and I chuckle. That flirty pouting doesn’t work on me. Maybe if my angel did it, then I’d take notice and want to do something about it. “I could ask around,” she offers, and I shake my head.

  “Don’t worry about it. You don’t need clothes on to suck my cock, anyhow.”

  “You want me right here?” She glances around, taking in everyone else. The prez is watching this exchange, no doubt amused by my requests. Every brother in here knows I have a thing for sundresses ever since my sweet Southern belle showed up in one, and I had it flying when we went for a spin. I’ll never forget her surprised scream or melodic giggle when I took off. Damn, she felt good holding on to me like her life depended on it.

  “Fuck it,” I grumble, giving in to the temptation, hoping it’ll clear my head a bit. “Why the fuck not.”

  She eagerly falls to her knees before me. Cookie likes to put on a show, striving to get whatever attention she can muster up from us grouchy bastards. We’re at the strip club with North a lot, so the couple of club whores who hang around here get a little envious and try to amp their performances when the time strikes. They assume we’re fucking the strippers twenty-four-seven rather than our easy club gash. I’m sure a few of us are dipping into the strippers’ cunts, but I know the prez isn’t, and neither am I. Cookie reaches for my belt buckle, yanking the metal and leather out of her way.

  I stand still, watching her without making a move to offer any help. If she wants my cock bad enough, she’s gotta do the work to have it. The bitch is lucky I’m willing to let her suck me off since her used up pussy has been around the club for so long. At this point, her ass should move to cooking and cleaning the rooms, yet she’s set on having our cocks whenever we give them up. It’s all good as long as someone still fucks her because no one stays here for free without giving us something in return.