by Erin Trejo
“Keep that in there.”
Moving back in front of Kira, I push her back roughly noting the wince when I do. I spread her legs and drop to my knees.
“Fuck,” I grumble under my breath before getting to work on her already wet pussy. I lick and suck until her body shakes. It’s still not enough for me. I want to slide inside of her and let her feel what she’s been missing, but I’m not going to. The only reason she’s getting my mouth on her is the fact that she stood there in awe of me fucking that doc. She stood there with a hunger in her eyes that I wanted to help fill. My tongue slides inside of her and Kira arches off the bed. I run my thumb in soft circles over her clit as I probe at her with my tongue.
“Ruger. Oh God,” she pants.
Just when I’m satisfied that she’s all worked up, I press harder on her clit and taste everything she releases. Her body trembles as wave after wave crashes over her. Her knees squeeze together effectively trapping me between those thighs. Fuck, a man could get used to being trapped in here. When Kira finally settles and releases my head from the hold she had it in, I stand up and wipe the back of my hand over my mouth.
“Get dressed,” I tell her. She jumps off the table and I watch as she pulls her jeans back on all the while trying to stand on her shaking legs. I chuckle and kneel down next to Grissom, “I’ll see you soon sweetheart, and I’ll expect a better answer.”
“No! Please. It’s a gang called Crypton. I don’t know anything about them. They come and pick up, I get paid. That’s all I know,” he cries quickly. Chuckling, I slap a hand on his shoulder and say, “Still not good enough. See you soon.”
Chapter 7
The last few days have been hell on me. I listen to Angie’s voicemail over and over. I feel like I’m getting nowhere with this shit. Hawk’s been pulling out all the stops to help, but it’s all leading nowhere. These Crypton fucks are ghosts. They are nothing we can get information on and that’s starting to wear my patience thin. I’ve drank, I’ve fucked, I’ve smoked, I’ve even snorted. Nothing is alleviating this pain that sits in my chest.
“What’s the word?” Draven asks sitting next to me. I glance up and wonder why the fuck he’s even talking to me right now.
“Fuck off, brother. I’m in a mood,” I snap. Draven laughs before sitting anyway. Reaching across the table, he grabs one of my brownies off my plate. I watch as the son of a bitch brings it to his lips taking a big bite. Chewing like he’s in pure fucking bliss, I clench my hands into fists.
“You ever hear the golden rule of touchin’ a man’s brownies?” I ask him. He chuckles thinking I’m bluffing here but that’s far from the truth. I’m pissed and it isn’t about the brownies. Well, in a way it is. That shit was mine.
“Fuck off, it’s a brownie. Whores probably made them anyway.” Draven brushes me off before I stand and grab him by the throat. My right hand slams into his cheek, knocking the brownie from his mouth. Draven comes back at me with a fist of his own. Connecting with my eye, I chuckle a little.
“I warned you, motherfucker!” I growl before moving back in on him. Getting in a few good hits to the ribs, he stumbles back eyeing me.
“Over a brownie?” he asks confused by what’s happening here.
“I told you, motherfucker, don’t touch my goddamn brownie. You had to put your fuckin’ dick jerkin’ hand over there in my plate!” I roar. Draven doesn’t know whether to laugh or run. I don’t blame him. My fuse is short.
“I can make more.” Kira comes to stand in between us. Her eyes don’t move to Draven’s though, they stay on me.
“Not the point, darlin’. You don’t touch another man’s shit.”
“Ruger, really? It’s a brownie,” Kira says crossing her arms over her chest.
“My brownie.”
“Take a walk with me?” she asks me sweetly.
I don’t want to get in the middle of shit with her. I don’t want to take a fucking walk, but I know the longer I sit in the clubhouse the more irate I’m going to become. I nod once and move past her, grabbing my plate off the table and heading toward the door. I can hear Kira right behind me but she doesn’t say anything.
“Never touch my shit again,” I growl at Draven as I walk out. Son of a bitch needs to learn some manners. Stepping into the sun, I glance over my shoulder at Kira.
“This isn’t about brownies is it?” she asks.
“My whole life I protected her. When we were little and our foster family came after her, I stepped in. I took every hit and every slash from the belt. She’s my sister, Kira! I’m all she had and I fuckin’ failed her. I let some motherfucker move in and take her. Do you know how that fuckin’ makes me feel?” I roar. Kira watches me, her head cocked to the side.
“I get it to a point. I wouldn’t understand fully, though. I had no one looking out for me. I was an only child. Dad never really cared about what happened to me until it was too late. Now he sits and looks at me like I’m the most fucked up person in the world. The things that come out of my mouth, the way I dream about killing. He thinks I’ve completely lost my mind. He even tried to have me locked in a mental hospital. We’re different, Ruger. Life has made us different. We can’t fix it, so we live with it. We can’t change who we are after someone has made us this way. We didn’t choose to be like this, we are just victims of our lives. We will find Angie. These guys aren’t into killing, they are into selling and trading. We won’t stop until we get her back.”
Watching the sureness in her eyes unnerves me. I don’t know how she can be so sure about any of that. We don’t know these are the exact same guys that took her. We don’t know shit at this point and that’s the part that is eating me alive.
“You’re a lot braver than I thought you were,” I tell her, my voice lowering. Kira smiles and takes the three steps between us before her lips come to meet mine. Her tongue snakes into my mouth, twisting and twirling with mine. I moan unable to stop myself. Dropping the plate to the ground, I hear the porcelain shatter but I’m too lost in Kira to give a fuck. When I finally pull back, we’re both heated and my dick is pressing right against her.
“I’ll ruin you worse than they did. I don’t do relationships,” I mumble but my eyes keep drifting to her lips.
“I was already ruined. I don’t want a relationship either. They’re a waste of time. What I want is to feel like a woman. What I want is to feel you touch me and not cringe away in fear. Help me, Ruger.” Her eyes are pleading with me. Her lips are calling out for my kiss, but how can I do that to her? How can I show her what it’s like to be a real woman when a real woman deserves a relationship that I’m not capable of? I step into her, wrapping my hands around her waist, pulling her closer. I grind against her until she moans. Smiling at her, I lean down and pull her lip between my teeth, biting roughly.
“I’ll give you that. I’ll give you all that your little body needs, but that’s all I can give.” Kira trembles, her body pressing back into mine. Fuck, I like feeling her there.
“Then do it. I want all of you. Don’t you think of holding out on me,” she replies.
With a deep laugh, I dig my nails into her ass and say, “You don’t know me darlin’. I don’t ever hold back.” With that I lift her in my arms and storm toward my house. My dick is already painfully hard, but the more Kira sucks on my neck, the worse it gets. I’m not sure why I’m not stopping this. I’m not sure why I don’t set her down and walk away, especially knowing what happened to her, but the feeling of her warm tongue skating over my skin is causing me to not think about anything at all but getting inside of her. Since that taste at the doctor’s office the other day, I knew I wanted more but I restrained myself, knowing what happened and why she’s here. I should be pushing her away and keeping shit as business but there is nothing wrong with getting a little pleasure at work.
And Kira is about to experience my kind of pleasure.
Chapter 8
Her legs are in the air as I stare down at her glistening pussy staring
back up at me. It’s calling to me like a drug, but I am going to take my time on Kira. She’s perfection at its finest. The jolts rolling through me are pushing me off my game and I don’t like it. Slowly I let my fingers trail down her ankle to the inside of her thigh. Kira gasps, bumps forming on her skin. The light in her eyes tells me how much she needs this, wants this. I don’t even give a shit that it’s been so long for her. I want inside of her but fuck, she is too perfect to rush this night.
“Tell me what they did to you.” I lean my lips to the inside of her ankle, and suck. Kira moans as I keep moving slowly up her leg.
“Hurt me,” she says on another moan.
“All of it. I want to know, Kira,” I say before biting into her flesh. She arches her back, trying to get closer to me.
“They beat me. Raped me. Told me that no one would want me after they were done with me. That I’d be so used up that no man in his right mind would touch me. I can never have kids even if I wanted them because of what they did to me.” Her eyes fill with tears, but the closer I get to her pussy, the less they come. Sliding my hand down her other ankle, I lower her legs around me. I’ve already slid the condom on but I have yet to get into her. I wanted to hear what she had to say first. I wanted to know how they hurt her so that I can make it all fade.
“You know what part they fucked up with?” Teasing her with my dick, she arches again as I chuckle.
“What part?” she pants.
“The one about the man in his right mind. I’ve not been in my right mind for a long time, baby.” Pushing into her, I don’t pause. I’m not the good man who allows her to adjust to his size. Fuck that. We’re fucking. It’s raw. It’s primal and I need it that way. I thrust into her, holding her hips hostage in my hands. I’m no doubt marking her with my grip and that’s another thing that turns me on. Kira wraps her legs around my waist as I fuck her harder. Her body moves with mine, giving in to the feeling of me being inside of her. She loves it. Her pussy clenches and tightens, but I am nowhere near done with her yet. I pull out quickly and flip her onto her stomach. Lifting her up, I walk us on our knees against the headboard.
“Hands on the wall, Kira,” I growl before biting her shoulder. Kira cries out but does as she’s told. Her hands come to rest on the wall. I grin. That’s right. Moving in behind her, I slide back inside of her and buck my hips. Her body bounces against the wall as I fuck her hard. Her nipples are brushing against the cool wall making her pussy clench again. Fuck. That feels so damn good.
“You wanna come?” I bite her earlobe. Kira whines but doesn’t answer me. With her hips back in my hands, I pound into her with everything I have.
“Oh fuck! It hurts, Ruger!” she cries. I debate slowing down. I debate pulling out but I don’t. That’s the sick bastard I am.
“Take it!” I thunder in her ear, pushing her further. My fingers tighten on her skin again.
“Ruger!” That cry was all pleasure. Her pleasure. My pleasure. I want to fucking hear it over and over again. There’s something so damn raw and real about hearing someone like Kira calling out to you, taking everything you have to give.
“Give it to me!” A few rougher thrusts and I feel her clench and spasm. Her pussy milks me as waves of pleasure roll through her. I thrust once more and come with her.
“Ruger! Shit!” She cries, no doubt feeling me fill this damn condom full. I can only imagine what it’d be like with nothing between us. Kira falls against the wall as I slide out of her.
“How was that for makin’ you forget?” I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Kira smirks at me over her shoulder. Rolling the condom off, I toss it in the trash next to the bed and drop down on to the bed afterward. Burying my face in the pillow, I feel her shift next to me.
“I have never been fucked like that before,” she sighs. Turning my head, I grin at her.
“Never will be either. Only I can fuck you like that,” I inform her.
“And all I had to do was make brownies. I wonder what I would get if I cooked a three-course meal.” She laughs. Fuck, that laugh.
“Try it sometime.” I wink at her and pull her closer to me. Kira rests her head on my chest as we both catch our breath.
“I needed that,” she says softly.
“I know you did. That’s why you got it. I told you I don’t do relationships, but when you need a good fuck, I’m your guy.” Pressing a kiss into the top of her hair, she giggles and it vibrates through me.
“I’ll remember that.”
Chapter 9
I stroll into the clubhouse after another night of hot sex with Kira. I think that woman has been properly fucked now. Danae, one of the newest whores around here, steps up and kisses my neck. I grin down at her and head toward the bar. I’m starving and ready to get my day going.
“You gonna fuck me up over bacon today?” Draven asks clearly pissed off about the other day. Not that I give a shit. You don’t touch another man’s brownies.
“As long as you keep your filthy ass hands out of my plate, no,” I tell him before taking a seat. I see the food all lined up and know that the whores were cooking today. That should make me leery of eating that shit to begin with, but I’m a big man who needs to replenish. Especially after a night of good fucking.
“Heard you went off the other day,” Hawk says while Smokey chuckles.
“More than that. Took on Draven over a brownie,” Smokey adds. The guys all laugh as I dig into my bacon.
“Was it even about the brownie or the one who made it?” Smokey asks pulling my gaze to meet his.
“She ain’t got shit to do with it. It was my goddamn food. No one touches my food,” I growl before shoving another piece into my mouth.
“Where you at on this Crypton shit?” Hawk asks the question they all want to know. I know he’s steering the questions away from Kira to help me keep my attitude in check. If anyone can read my tensebody language, it’s him.
“Not far. I was thinkin’ about callin’ up north and seein’ if Mayhem has anything useful,” I tell him as I chew. Mayhem can sneak into shit that I can’t which is helpful as fuck.
“Do that and let me know. What about Grissom?”
I chuckle under my breath before picking up the bottle of beer that sits in front of me. I take a pull and set it back down, “He got fucked up pretty good. I’ll go back in a few days and see if he remembers anything else.”
“Fucked up? That’s what you’re calling it these days?” Kira asks in a teasing tone from behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, I smile at her as she walks toward me. Her hands land on my shoulders, giving them a squeeze before she walks to the other side of the bar.
“You fucked him?” Smokey asks with a grin.
“Fucked him? He traumatized him,” Kira adds before grabbing a plate. She’s lucky this is one of the days that Hawk is letting the women in here, but knowing Kira, she would slide her sexy ass in the front door anyway just to get a fucking rise out of me.
“How the hell do you know that?” Hawk growls as he looks at her then snaps his head to mine. “How the fuck does she know that?”
Look at that. I pissed off the prez. Most would be scared of that but I’m not. He put me in charge of this shit.
“She was there. Got off on it, didn’t you, sweetheart?” I wink at Hawk before going back to my food.
“What the fuck is with you, Ruger? She isn’t here to get into your sick fetishes!” Hawk is pissed and it’s a little amusing to me. He’s the one that drug her ass here.
“She didn’t mind. In fact, she hasn’t minded since I’ve fucked her sideways since she’s been here. Why did you put me on lead if you’re just gonna bitch me out for bein’ me?” The annoyance in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. They all grow silent and wait on a showdown. I may be a fucking prick but I won’t go after my prez like that. Kira shifts around behind the counter before looking at Hawk. I follow her gaze as it lands on him.
“First of all, I’m an a
dult. Why are you talking like I’m not here? And second, Hawk I appreciate you looking out for me, but I can do what I want. I didn’t come here to sit on my ass and watch from the sidelines. You put him in charge and I wasn’t taking no for an answer,” Kira snaps.
I raise my eyebrows as she stares down Hawk. I like seeing her like this. This is the Kira that I’m slowly starting to uncover bit by bit, and it’s sexy as hell.
“I told your dad I was gonna keep you safe. You’re fuckin’ my worst of the worst, Kira. How the hell is that gonna end?” Hawk slams his hands on the counter in front of him, making the bottles shake from the force.
“It doesn’t end because there was nothing started. We fuck. I like it. That’s it,” she states. The grumbles around the table make me chuckle.
“And you. You’re okay with that?” Hawk asks pulling my attention to him. I nod my head and grab my beer. A free fuck with Kira? Hell yeah I’m okay with that. Hawk runs his hand through his hair looking between us.
“Fuck! This goes bad, it’s all on you, Ruger!” Hawk roars before shoving off his stool and walking away.
“I think that went well,” Kira says, leaning over the counter and grabbing a piece of my bacon and popping it in her mouth. Her eyes find mine as she chews, and all I can think about is having those lips wrapped around my dick later.
“Why the fuck can she take your food?” Draven snaps.
“When you walk around with a pussy that tastes like candy, you can do it too,” I inform him.
Draven huffs, but Kira is still leaning on the counter, her perky tits on display so I don’t give two shits about him. I stand up and lean forward, grabbing one in my hand. I pop it out of her bra and lean down, sucking a nipple into my mouth. Kira moans and Smokey says, “Goddamn. It’s been awhile since we had a show with breakfast.”
I let her nipple pop out of my mouth before I say, “You wanna give them a show, darlin’?” Kira grins up at me and nods. She walks around the counter as I spin to watch her. She drops to her knees in front of me, taking my dick out of my jeans. She strokes me a few times before her lips wrap around the tip and I hiss.