Livin' on the Edge (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 6)

by Winter Travers

  She scoffed. “Your laidbackness is surprising.”

  “Laidbackness? You just make that word up?”

  Lynn laughed. “Yes.” She grabbed her glass and took a timid sip. “If you want to talk about my dad, I’m going to need to drink this glass.”

  “If that’s the case, we’ll end up talking about him next week if you drink it that slow.”

  She side-eyed me. “If I drink this any quicker, I am going to grow hair on my chest.” She reached over and grabbed the TV remote. “We’re watching TV and not talking about my dad or sister for the rest of the night. My brain needs a rest.”

  “If that’s what you want.” If she wanted to watch TV, that’s what we would do. If she wanted me to see if she was growing hair on her chest from the whiskey, we could do that, too.

  She flipped through the channels before she landed on some cop show. “I love this show.”

  I had no idea what it was. I never really watched TV unless someone else had it on in the common room of the clubhouse. “Whatever you want, darlin’.”

  She glanced at me. “You tell me that a lot.”

  “Something tells me that you didn’t hear it very often before.”

  She scoffed and laid her head back. “Oh, I’ve heard it before, but it’s normally coming out of my mouth.”

  I leaned forward and unlaced my boots. “Then I guess it’s time I say it to you.”

  “You planning on staying?” she asked.

  I toed off my boots and set them on the side of the couch. “Yeah.”

  She sipped her drink and, this time, she didn’t cringe. “I suppose that’s okay.”

  I chuckled and grabbed another eggroll from the plate. All the drama from the night seemed to finally settled, and I realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

  “Do you want a pizza or something?” she asked. “I’m pretty sure I could eat all of these eggrolls and still be hungry.”

  I pulled out my phone. “Yeah. What do you want on it?”

  “Oh, uh,” she stuttered. “I wasn’t trying to imply you needed to order.”

  I shook my head and laughed. “I’m gonna tell you right now, Lynn. You don’t need to take care of me. I’m not here for you to bend over backwards and stress you out.”

  “Then why are you here?” she whispered.

  I looked up from my phone, and my eyes connected with hers. “‘Cause it feels right being here.”

  “Oh,” she gasped.

  “Now, what do you want on the pizza?” I asked again. “And don’t tell me whatever you want because I’ll eat anything. Don’t worry about me, just think about what you want.”

  She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “Uh, well, Pizza Stop has a chicken, bacon, and ranch that is amazing.”

  “Chicken, bacon, ranch it is, then.”

  She tried to reach for my phone, but I moved it away.

  “But if that doesn’t sound good to you, then we can get something else,” she rambled. “I eat anything, too.”

  I shook my head and connected the call to Pizza Stop. “You need to knock that shit off, Lynn.”

  She sat back and folded her arms over her chest. “What does that mean?”

  I held up a finger. “Yeah. Can I get a large chicken, bacon, and ranch?” I rattled off the address when they confirmed they could deliver and ended the call.

  “Can we go back to what shit you think I need to knock off?” she asked again.

  I shook my head and dropped my phone on the coffee table. “The shit where you think that you need to sacrifice what you want to make other people happy.”

  “I do not do that,” she insisted.

  Yeah, she did. All the fucking time. If I hadn’t been there last night, I’m sure once she had gotten past the anger of her sister showing up, Lynn would have offered her the world if it would have made Steph happy.

  “Ya do, and the fact that you don’t even know you’re doing it pisses me off even more because you’ve obviously been doing it your whole life. Which also means your dad and sister have been taking advantage of you forever.” And that was the fucking truth.

  “No, they haven’t,” she snapped.

  “How many years did you raise your sister while your dad was gone?”

  “He wasn’t gone,” she replied defensively.

  I leveled my gaze at her. I didn’t know the whole story, but I could fill in the blanks. Lynn’s dad was an addict for years which left Lynn to raise her sister, and now it looked like her sister was going to repeat history and make Lynn’s life hell. That shit was not going to happen as long as I was around.

  “All I’m saying is you can help your family, but you also need to take care of yourself, Lynn. I’ve been around you for a couple of days, and I can already see that you spread yourself too thin. Between work, your dad, and your sister, you don’t have time for anything else. Yourself included.”

  She rolled her eyes. “So you’re going to make sure I take care of myself.”

  I shook my head and kicked my feet up on the coffee table. “That and I’m also going to take care of you.”

  She huffed. “I don’t need to be taken care of, Zephyr. I am perfectly capable.”

  “Capable of taking care of everyone else, yes. I’ve watched it.”

  “It’s my job.”

  “Yeah, but as soon as you step foot in this house, you’re gonna stop it.”

  She grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “I can’t stop helping my dad, Zephyr. You’re ridiculous.”

  I snatched the remote from her hand and turned off the TV. “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean you have to do it yourself. I have plenty of time in the day to spend with your dad. Maybe getting him out of the house will be good for him. He can help at the clubhouse or even with the strip club.”

  “My dad isn’t some spring chicken that can be building walls and riding around with you all day.”

  I chuckled. “Darlin’, you’re painting your dad to be some invalid. From what I’ve seen of him, he can drive and basically take care of himself. He’s more than able to spend a few hours with me at the clubhouse.”

  “Why?”

  Here was the fucking why question again. I was getting tired of being asked why I wanted to do something. I grabbed her hand and hauled her into my lap. Her ass landed on my legs, and she braced a hand on my chest.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped.

  “Taking fucking control.”

  “Why?”

  That. Fucking. Word.

  I grabbed her behind the neck and pressed my lips to hers. She melted into my touch and curled her fingers into my shirt. Moaning into my mouth, she pressed her chest into me.

  “You asking me why I’m nice to you?” I asked against her lips.

  She panted lightly and nodded.

  “I’m being nice because you fucking deserve it.”

  “Not because you just want in my pants again?”

  I pressed another kiss to her lips. “I mean, if that happens, I’m not going to say no.”

  “I sort of have a problem saying no to you, Zephyr.” She licked her lips, and her eyes connected with mine.

  “I don’t see that as being a problem. You can say no to everyone else, but I hope you’ll say yes to me.”

  “And just what are you asking right now?”

  “My lips are on yours, and my hands are in your hair. Just what do you think I’m asking?”

  Her eyes dropped to my lips. “I hope you’re asking if you can get in my pants.” Her eyes darted to mine. “Because the answer is yes.”

  “Bingo, darlin’.” I shifted her body in my lap and positioned her knees on each side of my hips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. My hands roamed over her back and bunched up her t-shirt. I pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor.

  “Tonight, the only thing you can think about is you and me. Tomorrow, I’ll help you figure out everything else.”

  She bob
bed her head and pressed a kiss to my neck. “I can handle that.”

  My hands glided down her back, and I cupped her ass. “Let’s move this to the bedroom, darlin’.”

  “I like when you call me that,” she whispered. She traced her fingers around my lips and smiled. “Makes me feel delicate when I’m anything but delicate.”

  I pressed a kiss to her fingertip then leaned forward and stood with her wrapped around me. “You’re delicate, Lynn.”

  She laughed and stared at my lips. “I don’t think that word means what you think it does.”

  I stalked to the stairs. “Your room up here?”

  “Yup. Let me down.”

  I tightened my grip and climbed the stairs.

  “Zephyr,” she protested. “You can’t carry me up the stairs. I’m too heavy.”

  Lynn was far from heavy. She was fucking perfect. “Which door?” There was a short hallway with two doors on the right and one on the left.

  “Uh, second door on the right.”

  I stalked down the hallway and kicked open the door. She reached in and flipped on the light.

  “The seventies didn’t throw up in here?” I drawled.

  She slapped me on the shoulder. “I’m gonna start thinking that you don’t like my house.”

  “Not really a fan of the seventies, darlin’.” Her house was nice, but it needed a bit of updating to suit my taste.

  She rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m working on bringing it a bit out of the seventies and into this decade. I just don’t seem to have the time these days.”

  “Well, starting tomorrow, you’re gonna have more time.” I was going to make fucking sure that Lynn had time for herself and whatever she wanted to do. People had been taking from her for far too long, and that shit was going to stop.

  She leaned forward and rested her forehead against mine. “I feel like I’m going to wake up any second, and you’re gonna disappear.”

  I moved to the bed and laid her down. “I’m not going anywhere, darlin’.”

  She reached up and trailed her fingers down my cheek. “Good.”

  I sat back and tossed my shirt over my head.

  Her hands moved over my chest, and her eyes filled with lust. “You’re beautiful, Zephyr,” she whispered. “I want to touch your whole body at once.” Her fingers popped the button of my jeans, and she peeled them open. “I think I’ll start here.”

  She splayed her hand on the tattoo that disappeared into my jeans and smiled.

  “Whatever you want, darlin’.” As long as Lynn was touching me, I didn’t care where it was.

  “I love this tattoo,” she whispered. Her finger trailed over the brightly colored tribal work that started on my stomach and drifted down my right hip.

  That was now my favorite tattoo. Anything Lynn loved, I loved, too. As long as she kept touching me.

  She worked my jeans down my hips and tugged them ‘til my dick popped out and bobbed in front of her. She wrapped her hand around it and tipped her head back to look at me. She licked her lips and stroked me.

  “Fucking hell, Lynn,” I grunted.

  “You like that?” she whispered.

  I fucking loved it. “Does my dick make you wet, darlin’?” I growled.

  She nodded. “Yes,” she hissed. “I like knowing I’m the reason why you’re rock hard.”

  I reached up and cupped my hand to her neck. She stroked my dick harder, and I pushed my fingertips into the side of her neck. I pressed my thumb to her mouth, and she opened for me. “Suck,” I ordered.

  She wrapped her lips around my thumb and sucked hard.

  A soft hand tightened around my dick, and her other hand cupped my balls. She moved up onto her knees, and her eyes connected with mine.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I moaned.

  I dropped my hand, and she pressed her lips to mine. My hands moved to the waistband of her pants, and I pushed them down in one swift tug. I cupped her pussy and parted her wet lips. “Is this for me?” I growled.

  My fingers brushed against her clit, and she moaned loudly.

  “Yes, it’s yours,” she gasped. Her hand faltered on my dick, and she closed her eyes.

  “Eyes open, and don’t let your hand stop moving,” I ordered.

  Her eyes snapped open, and her hand stroked my dick up and down.

  With each stroke, my fingers moved against her clit. “Do you want me, Lynn?” I growled.

  “Darlin’,” she whispered. “Call me darlin’.”

  I growled deep and pressed my lips to hers. We fell back onto the bed, a tangle of arms and legs. I kicked off my pants the rest of the way and managed to remove Lynn’s. My hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra, but I finally got it off and sailed it across the room.

  “You like throwing my clothes,” she laughed.

  I laughed and trailed kisses across her collarbone. “They’re in the way. The further away they are, the more likely you are to stay naked.”

  “Good reasoning,” she giggled. She arched her back and pressed her breasts up to me.

  I rolled her nipple between my fingers while my tongue snaked around the other.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned.

  Lynn was so responsive. The other night when we were together, I thought maybe it was because of the booze, but she was much soberer right now, and she was reacting the same. It was like one touch, and her body was on fire for me.

  Lynn was doing crazy things to my ego.

  Her hands delved into my hair, and she tugged gently. “I can’t wait,” she whispered. “I need you.”

  I didn’t need to hear another word.

  Lynn spread her legs, and I fell between them. My dick slipped between the lips of her pussy, and a guttural moan ripped from my mouth. This was fucking perfect.

  The walls of her pussy squeezed around me as I slipped in and out. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues danced together while our bodies became one.

  “Faster,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

  Nothing could make me stop. “Never.”

  “Zephyr.” My name fells from her lips, and her eyes closed.

  I buried my face in her neck and fought back the urge to explode right then and there. “Come for me, darlin’. I can’t take much more.”

  Five minutes in, and I was ready to go off like a fifteen-year-old having sex for the first time.

  Lynn cocked her legs open wide and dug her heels into the bed. “Take me, Zephyr,” she gasped.

  A moan ripped from her lips, and she scored her nails down my back. The walls of her pussy squeezed the fuck out of my dick, and her body convulsed beneath me. I fell over the edge and emptied my balls deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her but felt her body shake.

  “Why are you laughing?” I asked.

  She snorted and ran her fingers down my back. “Because right when you came, someone knocked on the front door.”

  “What?” Who in the hell would be knocking on the front door? And how in the hell did I not hear it.

  “The pizza,” Lynn laughed. “It’s at the door.”

  “Oh, fuck.” I rolled off Lynn and off the bed. “Where the hell are my pants?” I couldn’t remember if I took them off here or in the living room.

  Lynn sat up and pulled the blanket over her chest. “Well, you were into throwing our clothes everywhere, so I really don’t know.”

  A knock sounded on the door again.

  “Fuck it.” If I didn’t answer the door, he was going to leave.

  “What are you doing?” Lynn asked.

  I stalked out of the bedroom, naked as fuck, and headed to the front door. “Getting you your pizza before they leave.”

  “You’re naked!”

  Oh, I fucking knew I was naked. The pizza delivery guy was about to get an eye full. “Keep your ass in that bed, woman. I’m eating pizza off your ass.”

  Her laughter floated from the bedroom. “How are you going to pay for it?”

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nbsp; “Fuck.”

  “There’s a fifty in a cup by the fridge.” Lynn could barely talk because she was laughing so hard.

  I stepped into the kitchen, spotted the cup with money, and grabbed a fifty. “I’m paying you back.”

  “I would hope so,” she giggled. “A man should pay for the pizza if he plans to eat it off someone’s ass.”

  I swung open the front door and kept my lower half behind it. “Sup?”

  The pizza guy spun around with the pizza in her hand. “Whoa, dude. I was just about to leave.”

  “I was busy.” I thrust the fifty toward him and grabbed the box. “Keep the change.”

  The kid grabbed the bill, and his jaw dropped. “Dude, it’s only eighteen dollars.”

  I swung the door shut in his face and flipped the lock. “Keep it,” I called to him.

  “Sweet!” he bellowed from the other side of the door.

  I flipped off the lights in the living room and kitchen and headed back to the bedroom.

  “Did you just tip that kid over one hundred percent?” Lynn laughed.

  “Did you really think I was going to wait around while he got change?”

  Lynn grabbed the pizza box, and I climbed back in bed.

  “I shut down the house.”

  She opened the pizza box and moaned. “This looks amazing.” She grabbed a slice and took a huge bite. “And what do you mean you shut down the house?”

  “Shut off the lights and locked the door.”

  She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “That must be biker speak, huh? Also, you think you’re staying the night?”

  I grabbed a slice and laid back on the pillows. “Yeah.”

  “What happened to whatever I want?” she asked.

  “This is what you want.”

  She rolled her eyes and laid down on her stomach beside me. She took another bite of her pizza and smiled. “Well, you’re right.”

  I fucking knew it. “You assuming the position for me to eat pizza off your ass?”

  A laugh bubbled from her lips. “I mean, you did say that you wanted to.”

  I sat up and slapped her bare ass. “Let’s get to it then, darlin’.”

  “Is this the biker life I’ve heard about before? I mean, I didn’t think eating pizza off someone’s ass was part of it.”