by Blair Grey
“He’s in a wheelchair after losing his legs.” He took a lock of my hair, twirling it between his thick fingers. “He’s grown up a lot in fifteen years.”
“Haven’t we all,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Are you telling me that you two talked to each other?”
“We did.” He leaned in, taking a sniff of my neck. “Is that new perfume?”
“It is. Brittany brought me a bottle of Creed Viking, along with these clothes. You like it?” I could tell by the sleepy eyes he suddenly had that he did.
“Um, hm.” He traced my lips. “And your pink lips too. I had no idea that you would look this fucking hot. I can’t really think about anything else right now but kissing you and holding you and fucking you into oblivion.”
My insides caught fire as he looked at me with so much desire. “Lyle, before you do all that can you tell me what you two said to each other?”
“Oh, he’s sorry he did that to you. He was an asshole who was trying to bag as many babes as he could. He had the idea that having a large number of female conquests would make him a man. But he went into the military and the Marines made him an actual man. A man with better morals than he once had.” He leaned in close then kissed my lips softly. “Oh, yeah, you taste like cotton candy. I knew you would. I could smell that too.”
“Flavored lip gloss,” I mumbled as our lips grazed together.
“I want to peel that leather off you like the skin off a banana,” he growled as he moved his hands along my chest then pushed the jacket off my arms, pulling it off me.
Tremors shook me as I had never seen so much lust in any man’s eyes before. “Lyle, you’re kind of making me nervous about what you’re going to do to me.”
“Yeah, you should be nervous. I’m going to devour you, Avia. I’m going to eat you alive.” He pushed me back, pinning me to the sofa with his body. “I’m going to make you never want to let me go. I’m going to ruin you for other men.”
“You are?” I gasped as my heart sped up.
He moved back, undoing the buttons on my pants then going down to take my boots off. “As good as these clothes look on you, I think they’ll look even better mixed with mine in a pile on the floor.”
My chest heaving with every deep breath I took, I watched him take my clothes off, enjoying each new piece of flesh that he exposed. Scorching hot kisses made my skin sizzle as he undressed me.
Naked and lying on the sofa, I took him all in as he undressed in front of me. His cock had grown bigger than I’d seen it before. It stood straight up, and my mouth began to water to taste it. Sitting up, I wiggled one finger at him. “Come here.”
A sly smile curved only half his mouth. “You want some of this?”
Nodding, I licked my lips. “I want all of that.”
Moving up to me, he slipped his hands over my shoulders. “Then you can have all of this.”
Holding his enormous cock in my hands, I moved them up and down the long length as I looked up into his piercing blue eyes. I was glad to hear the Jake Stone had said he was sorry for what he’d done to me. That news, along with Lyle’s reaction to seeing me made me feel better – stronger somehow.
Maybe the power I felt with being able to attract a man like Lyle so quickly was the reason I felt different in a very good way. And knowing that the mafia thought I was a victim and not a perpetrator made me feel a hell of a lot better too.
Whatever it was, I felt amazing, powerful, and sexually aware. Moving my lips over the bulbous head of his cock, I tasted the precum that had leaked out. It tasted salty and the warmth only made me want more.
Using one hand to cover the space my mouth left behind, I used the other hand to play with his balls then I moved my fingers back a little as I moved my mouth up and down his cock. Running one finger along his perineum, I pressed gently against the raised, jagged and lumpy line, igniting a groan from him, “Oh, baby, what the hell have you found down there? That shit is fucking awesome.”
Pressing a bit more firmly, I moved my mouth faster, loving the way he had to hold onto my shoulders as I took him all the way in. Panting, he groaned with each move I made. His fingers bit into my shoulders as he tried to hold back to orgasm that had his cock leaking fluid already.
I drank it down as I went for it. I wanted it all. For once, I was the one who was going after what I wanted. I wanted to taste all of what Lyle had to give. And I wanted Lyle Franklin.
It didn’t matter than he had wanted me first. Now, I was after him. Nothing had ever been so prominent in my mind.
I want Lyle Franklin.
“Fuck, baby. I’m about to blow!”
Using a slight sucking motion, I urged him to come. And then a burst of hot liquid shot down my throat. His cock jerked and more went down. I swallowed it all, and it made me feel sexier than I’d ever felt before.
As I pulled my mouth off him, I saw something in his eyes that I’d never seen in any man’s eyes before. Gratitude. Although he was out of breath with his broad chest heaving, he whispered, “Your turn. On the floor, on your back, knees up, and pussy wet.”
“Oh, it’s soaked.” I got off the sofa then laid on the floor as he maneuvered himself between my legs.
“That hair dye must’ve had some miraculous shit in it that’s turned you into one hot little vixen, Avia Forester.”
“Amanda Renee Riley,” I corrected him. “Avia Forester died today.”
For a moment, he stopped what he was doing and looked at me. His eyes shimmered a little. “I don’t think I like the sound of that. My heart just sort of stopped when you said that Avia Forester died today. And I don’t think I can call you Amanda.”
“Then call me, baby,” I arched up to get him to stop thinking about other things than satisfying me. “And let all the other shit leave your mind. This is my rebirth. Let me enjoy it, please.”
“Damn it, girl.” He laughed. “You’re back. That spunk and fire are back.” Kissing a line down the middle of my stomach, he sparked up the fire that built inside of me. His lips pressed against my swollen clit then he flicked it with his tongue.
My nails dug into the floor as an intense reaction occurred. “Slower! Slower, babe.”
Biting the inside of my thigh, he made a little growling sound then sucked my skin a bit before moving his mouth to run his tongue through my folds.
Dipping the tip of his tongue into my canal, he moaned then shoved it in, lapping at the juices I’d already released. True to what he’d said before, he ate me up.
Grabbing my ass in his big hands, he lifted my up, his tongue roughly running back and forth, up and down, twirling inside of me as he found every last drop of liquid I’d released.
When he found no more to quench his thirst, he pulled his tongue out of me and ran it up my pussy then tapped my clit with it as if knocking on a door he needed to get to open.
Licking it with the wide part of his tongue, he held my waist as I squirmed. He wasn’t about to let me go though. Holding me tightly, he licked and licked until I screamed with the orgasm he’d given me.
But he wasn’t nearly done with me. Moving back to my flooded canal, he drank me all up until there was nothing left. Only then did he pull his mouth off me.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he got on his knees, coming toward me. Picking the lower half of my body up, he thrust his hard cock into me, thrusting hard as he looked into my eyes. “I’m not letting you go.”
Biting my lower lip, I felt he should know that I felt the same way. “I’m not letting you go either. You’re mine.”
And I will never let him get away.
Chapter Nineteen
Lyle
After the fourth orgasm, I picked Avia up, carrying her to my bed. “It’s gotten dark on us. How about we call it a night?”
Draping her arms around my neck, she rested her head against my chest. “Let’s do that. You have thoroughly worn me out.”
Pride filled me as I laid her down in my bed then got in next
to her. “Sleep now.” I kissed the shell of her ear as I moved in behind her, cradling her in front of me.
I’d never been much for spooning or cuddling at all, but with her, I wanted to feel her body all the time. It felt like the old Avia was back. But this one actually liked me.
As we feel asleep, nothing bothered me at all. The woman I adored was back and in my arms and my bed. The mafia thought she was dead. And our lives could begin moving forward.
Her transformation would make it easy for her to be able to stay in Baltimore now. I only recognized her by her eyes. As long as she wore dark sunglasses when she was out in public, she’d never be spotted by anyone who would leak her whereabouts to the mafia.
Montana was out. And I was happy about that. I loved my life in Baltimore. But more than that, I had made a life-long commitment to my MC. It wasn’t like I could up and run off forever anyway.
At least now, I knew that I would get to keep Avia in my life. And she wanted the same thing that I did too. For once, we were on the same page.
I had no idea how long I’d been sleeping when I felt a soft kiss on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I saw Avia looking at me as she caressed my cheek. “I had an awesome dream and I wanted to tell you about it.”
Pushing a strand of silver hair away from her face, I could only smile as seeing her this way, cuddling up to me, our bodies molded together, I asked, “What was it about?”
“Me and you.” She sighed as she looked into my eyes. “And a baby with your eyes and dark hair. A boy. We had a baby boy and we named him Gavin.” Chewing on her lower lip, she whispered, “I think I might want to become a mom someday.”
“I think you’d make a great mom.” I kissed her forehead. “And one day, I’d love to help you make that dream come true.”
“Good.” She rested her hand on my chest. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt normal. But I finally do. I think I can make a life now. A life of my very own. With no one telling me what to do. A life where I make my own rules.”
It sort of sounded to me like she didn’t really want to make a life with me. “Are you saying that you want to be on your own? Like, leave me out?”
“Not at all.” She smiled as she stroked her fingers across my chest. “I’m going to do me. For once – I am going to do me. But that doesn’t mean you’re left out. It just means that I’m going to make decisions on my own is all. And I know that you’ll support them.”
She was much more sure of that than I was. But she obviously needed me to support her in this adventure of self that she planned on taking. “I will support you, baby.”
“No matter what,” she said – didn’t ask – said.
“Well, I suppose that I will support you, no matter what.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that though. “Unless you want to become a stripper.” I chuckled.
Her eyes went wide. “I don’t think I’ll make that choice. I’m not much for showing off my naked body. But who knows what I might decide to do? My life is brand new. And I’m guessing that the people you have that will make up my new identity can give me any sort of credentials that I want. Say, I want to be a firefighter. Then they could make up something that gave me past experience, right?”
“Well, yeah. But you would really need past experience to become a firefighter, baby. That’s a dangerous job. So are a lot of other jobs. Say, lion tamer, for instance. You wouldn’t want to have some paper that says you did lion training when you didn’t.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just spit-balling here. It’s a new life that I get to pick out for myself. It’s so much better than something like the witness protection program where they decide everything for you.” Her eyes went bright. “What if I become a writer?”
“As long as you stay low-key, then you could do that. You can’t exactly become famous, you know. You will have to stay out of the spotlight. Even with your new look, you might still be recognized. And if anyone ever began looking into your background, they might find enough holes to verify a real investigation.” Running my hand over her head, I tried to soothe her back to sleep. “We’ve got lots of time to figure this all out. You really should rest now.”
“It’s just that my mind is running amuck. This is it, Lyle. I’ve got a chance not many people get. I get to make up a life for myself. And I feel like my past is actually gone. Like it never happened. Like I can be a happy person now. I’m Amanda Renee Riley. My parents were Gene and Shelia Riley from Arizona. They died in a tragic snow skiing accident. But they loved skiing, so they died doing something they loved. Our family was one with a spiritual nature, so I’m not sad about their deaths as I know they went to Heaven to spend eternity together. And they were deeply in love too. I came from an awesome home where my mother cooked Sunday brunches and Dad made Saturday night barbeques.”
“Sounds like a great little family.” I smiled at her as I knew she was excited about getting a start over. “And how did you become a hot biker babe?”
“Oh, that’s easy. See, my parents were avid bikers too. Only not in a gang or club or whatever. So, I’ve been riding my whole life.” She grinned. “Think you can teach me?”
“I think I can do that.” I also had a bike in mind to buy her too. “If you’ll let me buy you your first bike, that is. And it will be a Harley.”
“My own Harley?” Her eyes went wide. “Really?”
“I don’t buy any other brand, so yeah.”
Leaning up on her elbow, she looked down at me. Her lips formed a thin line as she asked, “If I hadn’t changed my look would you still want me?”
“It’s your personality that I’m crazy over.” I pulled her to me, kissing her hard then rolling over on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. “The look is just extra icing on the cake. I’m happy to see you excited about life. I’m attracted to that light you used to have, and it seems like you’ve found it again.” As far as being insecure over feelings went, I had more of a reason than she did to worry about why she was gaga over me. “And why have you decided that you like me again?”
“I’ve never stopped.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’ve just gotten wrapped up in my stupid brain and the past and crap like that. But I don’t want to let the past define me anymore. I really am looking at this as a new life. I hope you’ll like the new woman I am striving to become.”
“If she’s strong, the way you were back in high school, then you can bet your sweet ass that I’ll like the new you.” Kissing her again, I felt my cock pulsing to life. “I’m not the kind of man who likes weak women. I mean, I understand that life can throw some serious shit at anyone. All of us have times in our lives where weakness catches up to us. But it’s the ones who go through the hard times and come out stronger that I respect. I’m beginning to gain the necessary respect for you, baby.”
Her hands blazed trails along my arms as she ran them up and around my neck. “I respect you too, Lyle. You’re one in a million.”
“Mutual respect is one of the main ingredients in a good relationship. Or so I’ve heard anyway. I haven’t been in any good ones. Let’s hope this is a first for me.”
“I hope this is the last relationship for you.” Licking her lips, she whispered, “I don’t want to be with anyone else. I only trust you.”
Chuckling, I said, “Wow, this is my first serious relationship and we’ve been at it all of a couple of days.”
Her eyes searched mine. “You want to slow down?”
“Not even a little.” Rolling over onto my back, I kept her on top of me. Lifting her, I slid her back down my erection. “I think we’ll be good at this place in our relationship for a while though. No reason to rush past the getting to really know each other stage.”
She eased herself up and down. “Especially since I’m getting to know me for the first time in a long time too. No rushing past this point – I promise.”
“Glad we agree.” Running my hands around her back, I pulled her to me until her tits dangled in my face. Grabbing a pert nipp
le between my lips, I rolled it as she moaned.
“It’s going to be so nice making visits to you, Lyle Franklin.”
Visits?
Releasing the tasty morsel, I had to ask, “Visits? What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that I’m going to live in the apartment above Brittany’s garage.” Squeezing her thighs together, she held my cock tightly then let it go, then did it again.
The sensation made me crazy. But so did her words. “Why not live here? With me? And sleep with me each night. Wake up with me every morning.”
“Sometimes I will. But not all the time. I don’t think I can become who I am supposed to become if I’m playing wifey to you.” Arching her back, she wiggled on top of me, sinking further down onto my cock. “You understand, don’t you?”
I wanted her to stay with me. I understood why she wanted someplace to call her own, but I wasn’t sure she was really out of danger yet. “At least wait to do that until we know you’re safe.”
“Sure. Tomorrow will be soon enough.” Rolling her hips, she made me groan and the smile that formed on her kiss-swollen lips told me how pleased she was with herself for doing that little move.
Tomorrow is way too soon.
Taking her by the waist, I lifted her up and down. “I’m not sure that tomorrow is okay. We’ve got to see what Lucius has planned. I don’t want to leave you unprotected.”
Her eyes lit up. “Then teach me how to shot and give me a gun. I can learn that in a day’s time. And set me up with those self-defense classes too. That’ll take more time, but the shooting thing won’t take any time at all. That way, by tomorrow night, I can stay at the apartment and feel safe, knowing that if anyone tries to break in that I can deal with it. I won’t have to have some man there to do it for me.”
I wasn’t crazy about her calling me – some man. And I also didn’t like this sudden move she wanted to make. Things were changing fast with her. Too damn fast.