“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks.
“Spanking the disobedience out of you.” I slide her legs apart, and Crow practically trips all over himself to scramble across the couch and get the shot.
“Tennessee,” she warns, but quickly shuts up when I plunge my fingers inside her again. She squirms against me, and then I remove my fingers and smack her ass hard. Tink squeals. Her arms and legs thrash in a pretty good impersonation of her namesake. I chuckle and smooth the pink flesh beneath my palm. Then I dip my fingers along her seam and toy with her clit until her thighs are shaking. When she’s close, I drive two fingers inside her and watch her fall over the edge. Her pussy grips me, squeezing tight as wave after wave of her orgasm rolls through her. “Did your tight little cunt like that, darlin’?”
“Yeah,” she pants and clears her throat. “Yes.”
“Well, your ass is not gonna like this.”
“What? Ow!” She shifts as I spank her cheeks, attempting to block my blows with her hands. I grab her arms and pin them so she can’t obstruct my access to her ass. When she won’t stop thrashing, I smack her pussy, and she stills and cries out.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” I ask.
“No!” she screams.
“No?”
“No.”
“Okay, get up. We’re done here.”
I expect her to scramble off my lap, but she hesitates, and I drop my thumb to her clit and rub delicate little circles around it and down her lips, teasing and massaging her engorged pussy.
“Oh,” she breathes.
“You’re so fucking wet. Look at this pussy, slippery and hungry for my fat cock. Is that what you want? Me filling you up? Using every fucking greedy hole you have?”
She nods, but I smack her again. “Use your fucking words.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Yes what, my dirty little whore?”
“Oh ... yes ...” She pauses again, and I can tell she doesn’t know how to address me.
“You can call me Daddy,” I say with a grin. I expect my little violent feminist to protest at that, to get up, punch the shit out of me and walk away, but she doesn’t.
She cocks her head and bites her bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy.”
Well, fuck. Now she’s done it.
I pull her hair and her mouth opens in the most fuckable little “O” that I’ve ever seen. Does she even have any idea how goddamn gorgeous she is? With a yank on her hair, I pull her to her feet and grab my cock with my free hand. “Get on your knees, baby girl. I wanna see those pretty eyes as I fuck your mouth with my cock.”
Tink settles between my legs and takes me in her hands. I fist my hand in her hair again and push her head closer. She wraps those lips around my crown, and I groan. I can’t even shut my eyes because I don’t want to miss a goddamn second of those baby blues watching me as her wet, hot mouth slides up and down my shaft.
My balls draw in close to my body, and I almost fucking lose my shit when she takes them in one hand and tugs. I pull her up and slide my fingers through her sleek cunt. If possible, she’s even wetter than she was before.
“Does that make you hot, sucking my dick?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, baby girl.” I grab her hand and help her to her feet, and then I pull her toward me. “Now, get on up here and let Daddy fill you with his big, fat cock.”
She climbs into my lap, but I turn her so she’s facing the rest of the room and pull her back against my front, wrapping my arms around her. She guides me inside her sweet pussy, and I slide in and out slowly, letting her body adjust to me. Then I piston my hips and pump her pussy, giving it to her the way I’ve wanted to since the day we met. I use her body, wrap her up tight, and fuck her goddamn brains out. I rub her clit with my fingers, and she screams her release as she squirts. Her pussy juices gush all over me and the goddamn couch. I come so deep inside her I don’t know how to extricate myself. I do, though, because Crow is fucking all up in our shit with his camera, looking for his money shot. I slide free of her body, even though I have no desire to go anywhere, and I slap my cock against her ruined cunt. She jerks. Her whole fucking body trembles as she catches her breath.
“Sorry for ruining your couch,” I say to Tyra.
“Don’t worry about it. We have fabric protection for that very reason. Ruin can’t keep his hands to himself, which makes Netflix that much more interesting.”
I chuckle and press a kiss to Tink’s shoulder, wrapping my arms tighter around her to shield her from the room. Kind of pointless now, I guess. She stiffens.
“Hey, Jupiter. Think we could get a couple more close-ups?” Ruin asks.
Tink nods, but her energy has shifted. I don’t know if I just fucked the shit out of her and she’s sleepy as fuck or if she’s having doubts about what just happened.
“You alright with this?” I ask gently, tucking a few limp strands of hair behind her ear.
“Sure,” she whispers. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Crow continues shooting as Ruin moves Tink into what feels like a thousand different positions, and then he asks me to climb between her legs so we have clear screen grabs they can use for thumbnails.
I hold my weight on my bicep, my arm cradling her head. I’m hard as fucking nails again and breathing heavily, as if I just ran a fucking marathon. Her body is still trembling beneath me, and she’s fever hot. I slide my fingers into her cotton candy hair, marveling at how soft it is, how good it smells. Fucking edible. Just like the rest of her. Tink’s breath is shallow and the sheen of sweat on her neck and shoulder cools my hot flesh. I look down into her eyes. Her pupils are huge, and there’s something—some kind of vulnerability in them that breaks my fucking heart in two.
“You okay, darlin’?”
Her brow creases, and she bursts into tears.
Oh, Tink.
I turn to Tyra and my brothers. “Out! Everyone out right fuckin’ now.”
Ruin arches a brow, no doubt not used to being ordered about in his own goddamn house, and I’m sure I’ll hear about it later, but he and Crow exchange a look and he nods.
“I’m sorry,” Jupiter whispers.
Crow switches off the camera and they all leave. I slide my arm under Tink’s back and roll over, pulling her on top of me and holding her close. Sobs wrack her tiny frame and I stroke her hair, waiting for her to say something, anything. Even though seeing her cry after I just fucked the shit out of her stings like a motherfucker, I know this can’t be about me.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. Just the opposite.”
Thank fuck for that. She may pretend to hate me, but I’ve seen the desire in her eyes. I know she wants me as much as I want her. That much was evident by how fucking wet she was before I’d even touched her. This isn’t about me at all.
“Darlin’, I meant what I said before. I’ll find you the money.”
“What’s the point?” she whispers. “It’s done now.”
“And it doesn’t need to be seen by anyone but us if you don’t want it to.” I rub lazy circles over her back.
She sniffs and traces the scars on my abdomen. “I’m sorry. I’m not crying because of what just happened. You were incredible.”
“I know.” I kiss her crown, and she shifts and stares up at me with a scowl. I shrug. “What? It’s true. I’m great at fucking.”
A small laugh leaves her.
“I mean, if you can get past the fact that I look like I went a few rounds with Jack the Ripper, all the bitches would be lining up for a ride.”
She traces my ruined flesh beneath her fingers. “I like your scars.”
It’s my turn to frown, ’cause this bitch must be crazy. “That’s one I ain’t ever heard before.”
“It’s not your scars that have me in tears.”
“Then what?”
“I just keep doing things to try and save my family’s garage, and they get
more and more like things my dad would be disappointed in me doing, you know?”
“Are you disappointed, baby girl?”
She gives an infinitesimal shake of her head. “No. I mean, that was the best sex of my life.”
I chuckle. “Wait.” I cup my ear. “I didn’t quite catch that. I’mma need you to say it again.”
“Don’t let it go to your head, Daddy.” She puts extra emphasis into the word, grins, and then shifts so she’s straddling me, with her chin leaning on my chest as she meets my gaze. “I just worry he’d want me to save it, but not at the cost of me selling my body on the internet.”
“You gotta let go, Tink.”
“What?”
“I get it. You don’t want to disappoint your dad, but you can’t live your life for someone who ain’t here no more.”
“Clearly, you’ve never lost a parent. Or maybe you have, and you were just too tough to give a shit.”
“I’ve lost more than you know,” I snap, shifting beneath her. “More than you could ever fucking imagine. Now you keep ignoring me when I say it, but I will find you the money if that’s what you want.”
“And be indebted to you for the rest of my life? No, thanks.” She climbs off me and stalks across the room, picking up her robe and then throwing it on. “I don’t like to owe any man.”
“Ah, there she is.” I fold my arms behind my head and watch her pace the room like a fucking caged tiger. “My raging little feminist. And here I thought we’d lost her.”
“Fuck you, Bear.”
“You already did, darlin’. But if you wanna go for round two, I’m ready when you are. Camera or not.”
She scowls and heads for the door. Yanking it open, she throws over her shoulder, “Tell Ruin to upload the damn video. I may as well get something out of this.”
I chuckle. “You mean something besides the multiple orgasms.”
She storms out of the room and slams the door behind her. Well, fuck. That didn’t go as I’d expected.
CHAPTER TEN
Bear
I approach the garage cautiously, glance around the shop floor, but Tink is nowhere in sight. No one is in sight.
“You need somethin’?” Liam asks, sliding out from under a vehicle on a mechanic’s creeper.
“Just wondering if your sister saw her way to fixin’ my bike yet?”
“Fixing it? What the hell are you talkin’ ’bout? That thing’s been fixed for three days. I’ve been tellin’ Jupiter to call your ass to get that piece of junk outta here.”
“Wait, are you telling me she already fixed it?”
“That’s what I said, ain’t it?”
That can’t be right. Why the hell wouldn’t she tell me it was done? Unless ... no. Surely fucking not. There’s no way Jupiter fucking Jones didn’t tell me it was fixed because she likes keeping me around.
The door to the office opens and Jupiter stops when her eyes meet mine. Her adorable ever-present glare is back, but when I tilt my head to the side, her eyes widen with panic. A smile quirks my lips. Jupiter Jones wants me. Despite pretending to hate me, despite only fucking me for a paycheck, despite the caustic verbiage that leaves her mouth every time I’m near, deep down in the marrow of her bones, she wants me.
Tink marches her little work boots right up to mine until our steel caps are touching. “What are you doing here? I told you I’d call you when it was done.”
“Well, I guess you told me wrong, because Liam here just informed me that my bike has been ready for days.”
“Liam wouldn’t know his head from his asshole without directions.”
“Cut the bullshit, Tink. You didn’t tell me my ride was done, and I have to wonder why that is?”
“Well, don’t go wondering too hard. You might damage your last braincell.”
I lean in close, close enough to kiss her. She doesn’t pull away. Her pale blue eyes search mine and I whisper, “I think you like having me around.” I slide my arm around her waist and run my fingertips under her T-shirt, up her spine. Gooseflesh breaks out across her skin, and I glance down as her nipples bead against the worn fabric. “I think you like fucking me as much as you like hating me.”
Her breath washes over me in short little pants. Jupiter opens her mouth, but no words come out, and fuck me. I think this might be the only time this bitch has been speechless her entire life.
“I like it too.” I remove my hand from her body and take a step back. “Now, is my bike done or not?”
She clears her throat, and inhales sharply through her nose, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment or excitement—I’m not sure which, but I like the idea of both. “Yeah, your bike’s done.”
“Great. I missed riding her hard.”
Jupiter’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. “So, um ... if you just pay for the part we had to order, I’ll cover the rest.”
I frown. “I’ll pay for the work you did and the part.”
“It’s fine, really. Consider it compensation for leaving you without your ride.”
“I’m paying you for the part and the work, but you can make it up to me by coming to dinner.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t date customers.”
“Alright then,” I slide a wad of Benjamins from my money clip, pull her closer by the beltloop on her denim shorts, and jam the money in her pocket. “Consider me no longer a customer. I asked you to fix my bike and you fixed it. No more business transactions between us.”
“And if your bike breaks down again?”
“Then I’ll find another mechanic.” I lean in with a grin and whisper, “The service here is kind of shitty.”
Jupiter gives me a sheepish grin. “Fine. Dinner. But let’s not make a big deal about it.”
“Embarrassed the good folks of Uprising will see you out with a dirty biker?”
“The good folks of Uprising can eat me,” she deadpans. “I just don’t want my brothers giving you the ‘touch my little sister and I’ll kick your ass’ speech they give every guy who asks me out.”
“Fair enough. I can handle that.”
“Plus, it’s kind of embarrassing when even I can kick their asses, and they’re threatening big, scary bikers.”
“Exactly how many bikers have they given this speech to?”
“Is there something you wanna ask me, Tennessee?”
“Am I stepping in on someone’s territory by asking you out?”
“Yeah.” She tilts her chin defiantly. “Mine. Let me give you a heads up—I don’t take kindly to that toxic masculinity, alpha male bullshit.”
“The what now?”
“You know what? Maybe dinner is a bad idea. I’m not your property, I’m not gonna ride bitch on the back of your bike, and if I ever wear a patch emblazoned on my jacket, it better damn well say, ‘Property of No one.’”
She shoves the key fob at my chest so I have no choice but to take it, and she stalks off toward the workshop, picking up a monkey wrench and wielding it with such fury that I’m a little afraid for the ’69 Chevy she’s about to work on.
“I’ll see you later, Tink.”
“You two gonna meet up at the Rhythm and Ribs festival tonight?” Bobby Ray comes to stand beside me.
“Bobby Ray,” Jupiter says through her teeth.
“I guess we are.” I smirk and roll my gaze over her pissed off little frame. She’s gripping that monkey wrench like she wants to beat my head in with it. “Just be sure to leave the wrench at home darlin’,” I shout, so all her brothers will hear, but mostly I do it just to piss her off. “Wouldn’t want you to club me over the head and carry me off to your ‘woman cave’ when I ask you to dance.”
Her responding glower follows me all the way across the workshop to my bike where I slide onto the leather seat and start her up, obnoxiously revving the engine until her roar echoes through the shop. I turn and wink at Jupiter before peeling out of the garage.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jupiter
I le
ave the classic car show at the Rhythm and Ribs festival and head over to the main food stalls to grab a beer and some dinner.
Festoon lights line Main Street, and there’s a balmy breeze as I make my way through the throngs of people and across the makeshift dancefloor in search of food. I load up on BBQ ribs and slaw, and search the busy tables for an empty seat.
“Juju!” Bobby Ray calls, and I push through the crowd to see him, Liam, and Jeb waving me over. I head in their direction. The crowd thins, and their table comes into view. My youngest brother Tuck is sitting right next to Tennessee. Bear practically dwarfs my brother. In fact, Tuck looks like a grade-school kid next to the biker’s big frame. The rest of the table is occupied with more Kings members.
Sterling and Ruin shout my name in greeting. Chaos gives me a chin tilt, and several of the other club members raise their beers in salutation. I glare at Tennessee, and he shifts under my gaze and then stands, pushing his chair back. “Here, have my seat.”
“No, you stay,” Tuck says, already on his feet. “Here, Jupiter. Take mine. I’m goin’ to ask Brinley to dance anyway.”
“Thanks,” I say and swallow hard. The last thing I want is to have to sit next to Tennessee. I’ve seen enough of the man for one week.
“Tink,” he says as I sit down.
“Tennessee.”
I start in on my plate and a low whistle emanates from his mouth.
I scowl and turn to look at him. “Something wrong?”
“Just wondering where you put all that food. You must need a rigorous workout afterward.”
“Is that you sayin’ I should have ordered the salad?”
The rest of the boys all start “oohing” like I’m the one spoiling for a fight. I inhale through my nose, counting to ten in my head.
Tennessee leans into my space and whispers, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you love to antagonize me, Tinkerbelle.”
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