by Hope Stone
I started to unbutton my jeans, and she stepped into the shower, letting out a husky moan that made my erection throb. I nearly tripped trying to get out of my jeans and boxers so that I could join her.
The warm water ran over her body in rivulets, and I found myself transfixed by it until she reached out and took hold of my cock. I had to catch myself on the tiled wall as she started to pump her hand up and down. Pleasure licked up my spine from something so simple, but when she got on her knees in front of me, a deep-rooted excitement took hold.
But I didn’t want her to do this just to make things up to me, “You don’t have to do that,” I told her, reaching down to pull her up by her arms.
“I want to,” she insisted, flicking her tongue out and running it over the tip of my cock. It felt like I was hit with an electric jolt.
“Shit,” I hissed, staring down at her. The wicked smile she shot me might have been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen until she opened her plump lips and swallowed my cock.
I moaned loud and long as the sensations caused by her mouth spread all over my body. She took me all the way in until I butted up against the back of her throat. Then, she moaned, and the vibrations from that action brought me so close to an orgasm that I felt like an inexperienced teenager again.
Fuck, she was good at this.
I beat back the orgasm with sheer force of will. I wanted this to last longer. I needed it.
Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock, Kat pumped my shaft as she worked her mouth up and down. She got into a rhythm that drove me crazy. It felt so good but was just languorous enough to keep me on the edge of nirvana.
The water beat down on my back, seeming to heighten the sensation by making my skin feel more sensitive, and when Kat reached around with her free hand and grabbed a handful of my ass, pulling me forward and deep-throating my cock, I lost it. My orgasm slammed into me with no time to warn her before I exploded into her wet, warm mouth. But it didn’t matter to her. She swallowed every drop of what I gave her, looking up into my eyes in one of the most intimate moments we’d ever shared.
“I fucking love you,” I said without stopping to think about it. I got caught up in the moment. If I’d stopped to consider what I was going to say, I probably would have held the words back. I didn’t know where she was emotionally, and putting myself out there like that felt like a good way to scare her away again.
To my surprise, Kat smiled as she got to her feet. Cupping my cheek, she looked into my eyes, and I could see nothing but happiness there.
“I love you, too,” she said.
“You do?”
I didn’t mean to sound like an insecure child, but I really didn’t think she’d say it back.
“I do. I can’t believe it took me so long to realize it, but I love you for the things you do. I’ve always thought that actions were more important than words, and your actions say so much. The way that you pursued me. The way you helped me find a bike. The way you helped my brother. You’ve shown me who you are, and I couldn’t help falling for you, no matter how hard I tried.”
“And your stubborn ass put up a hell of a fight,” I said, earning me another slap on the arm.
“Watch it, or I might just go home,” she said, but I knew it was an empty threat.
There was no way she was leaving now. My cock was already hardening again.
“I’ll have you know, I like your stubborn ass,” I said, reaching around to pinch her.
She squealed, and I shut off the water. A proper shower could come later. For now, I wanted to get Kat into my bed. If actions were more important to her than words, she was going to love what happened next.
Epilogue: Kat
I bent over and peered through the window in front of the oven, checking the roast beef for the hundredth time. I’d never made something like this before, but I really wanted to do something impressive, something worthy of my mom. We were resuming Sunday family meals at my house, so Jason and Lexie would be here in an hour.
The sound of breaking glass came from behind me, followed by Blade’s curse, “Shit!”
I popped up and turned to see that he had dropped a wine glass onto the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. He looked at me with the cutest guilty smile on his face. I couldn’t help laughing.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “Lexie can’t drink anyway, remember?”
Lexie was the reason we hadn’t started doing this sooner. I wanted to start the tradition back up again when Blade moved in with me a month ago, breaking his old lease a few months early, but Lexie was having a hell of a tough time with morning sickness, which it turned out could occur at any time. She even lost almost ten pounds because she couldn’t hold down any food, but she was starting to make up for it now. She had a little baby bump that I couldn’t wait to see growing into a huge pregnant belly. I had no interest in parenting myself, but I was excited to spoil a niece or nephew in six months.
“Right,” he said. “I’ll just give her a water glass.”
Blade was so supportive when I told him about my old Sunday dinner tradition, insisting on helping me in any way that he could, even though he was mostly helpless in the kitchen. So, I had him set the table.
Looking around, I couldn’t believe that this was the same house that had felt so lonely to me just a few months ago. I had redecorated every room, knowing that was what my mom would have wanted. Now it was really my place. No, it was our place. Living with Blade made me happy to be home. I liked waking up to his face and falling asleep in his arms every night.
Blade was no longer street fighting. When he told me about it, I was mortified. I knew that there were no rules in the ring at those places, and he could end up seriously hurt or even killed. Luca might have left town, but another one would crop up, eventually. They always did. I didn’t tell Blade that he had to stop, but when he saw how worried I was, he promised not to do it anymore. He said that talking to me about his brother helped. I hoped it was true. He’d done so much to help me, I wanted to be there for him, to help him fight his own demons.
I finished up my meal while Blade swept up the broken glass and finished setting the table. The roasted beef was sliced on a platter, and there were bowls of glazed carrots and mashed potatoes on the stove. I’d followed recipes that I had found written on index cards in my mom’s handwriting in a small metal box. It was a little nerve-wracking to cook such a nice meal by myself for the first time, but it also brought back some of the best memories that I had of my mom. Just the smells wafting through the house seemed to transport me back in time.
“This looks amazing, Kitten,” Blade said, coming up behind me and kissing the side of my neck.
“Thank you,” I said as pride ballooned within me.
He reached around and tried to snag a piece of beef, but I slapped his hand away. “No way, mister. This is for everyone.”
He pouted playfully. “Haven’t you ever heard of quality control? Someone should taste it to make sure it tastes good. I’m willing to take the risk for you.”
I turned around, putting my arms around his neck. “You’re such a hero.”
Blade took my lips in a kiss, but at that moment, the door of the house opened, and Jason called out, “We’re here, guys. Coming into the house. Is the coast clear?”
I chuckled as I pulled my mouth away from Blade’s and called out. “Yeah, come on in.”
Jason used to walk right into my house unannounced all the time, but now he was more cautious since two days after Blade moved in, he’d walked in to find the two of us butt-naked on the couch, in the middle of wild sex.
Now, he claimed to be scarred for life and insisted on announcing his arrival. He still didn’t bother to just knock and wait for us to answer the door, though. I guessed it was just a habit from having grown up here.
He and Lexie came in, Lexie holding a pie. I had requested that they take care of dessert because I was already exceeding my own limits by making the meal. Baking wa
s just out of the question.
“Coconut cream pie,” Lexie said, popping it into the refrigerator for later.
“Yum,” Blade said, and I put a hand on his arm.
“Don’t even think about going near that fridge.”
“What do you think I am, some kind of animal?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Only in the bedroom,” he smirked.
“Hey, not on family dinner day,” Jason said, his nose scrunched up and a look of disgust on his face. “You’ve done enough damage to my fragile psyche.”
I threw the dish towel at him across the table, and he dodged it like it was a bullet.
“Come on, Jason, help me with the drinks,” Blade said.
I watched for a moment as the two most important men in my life worked together to fill up the wine glasses and get Lexie some water. It wasn’t really a two-person job, but I appreciated the effort. The two of them had become fast friends after that night at the Pit, which just showed that belonging to rival motorcycle clubs didn’t really affect much in the grand scheme of things.
Jason’s decision to leave Las Balas was a good one, but it had been poorly received by our father. I hadn’t talked to my dad since the night that I drove him home drunk, and I had no plans to reach out to him anymore. Since Jason had filled me in on the gritty details of Las Balas activities, I couldn’t look at him the same anymore. In fact, knowing that my father had played a part in human trafficking even though he had a daughter of his own made my stomach turn.
I was finally done with the man, after so many years of hoping to connect on some level, somehow. I pushed thoughts of my dad aside and focused on Lexie, who was leaning against the counter, also watching our men.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.
“I was just thinking that things are so much better since Jason left Las Balas. I feel like I have him back again, you know? It’s not just that he has more time for me, either. When he was a prospect, he seemed troubled, even when we did spend time together. It was like he was never really away from them.”
“Yeah, I’m just glad that they never made him a full patch.”
He’d never been directly involved in anything illegal because he wasn’t a member of the club, so when he withdrew from Las Balas, they let him go. It might have been more difficult if he was more involved with their activities.
I carried the meat platter to the table while Lexie got the vegetables. When we all sat around the table, I was overcome with emotion. It was like my mom was still here. I looked toward Blade, but he was blurry as tears filled my eyes. I smiled at him.
“You know, Mom would have really liked to meet you,” I said. “She was such a great mom, always taking care of me and Jason. And she was so funny.”
“Yeah,” Jason agreed. “She had some old-school wit that could even slay Kat.”
I laughed. “That’s true. No one could compare.”
We spent the rest of the meal sharing stories about her. I was able to chase away the tears with laughter as Jason talked about the trouble he got into as a teenager, and how our mom always said he made her go grey about ten years early. It felt good to remember her like this, with the people that I loved most around me while we enjoyed food created from her recipes.
This was happiness, and I couldn’t believe that I was lucky enough to find it again. Reaching over, I took hold of Blade’s hand, interlacing our fingers. As long as I had him to hold onto, I knew that I’d always feel content. He was my biker, and I was his Kitten ‘till the end.
The End
Diego
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An MC Romance (Outlaw Souls Book 5)
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1. Diego
Riding on the wings of freedom. Or as close as a man can come to it. I weaved slowly through the Pacific Highway traffic, the wind breezing past my face and the soft throttle of my Harley Davidson leading me to my next destination. My chopper took me where I needed to be. Right now the road was leading to an unknown destination somewhere along the Californian coast. Just how I liked it. Things had changed drastically since Ryder took over from Padre as President of the Outlaw Souls. The chapter roster was switching up and people were being shuffled around the chessboard. I wanted out. My restless bones wanted someplace fresh and new. Someplace where people didn’t know my name. With the changeover, my nomad patch stripes came into full effect and I got my chance.
“It’s what Padre would have wanted. The floor is yours.” Yoda, Padre’s brother and chapter chaplain sealed it at the Blue Dog Saloon meeting before I left. Music to my ears because the town of La Playa was…well, played out.
“You’ve officially been given your nomad stripes. Padre always wanted to open a new chapter and expand the operation,” Yoda explained.
“Then I’m the man to do it.”
“Job’s all yours, Diego. I approve of it.” Yoda nodded while shaking my hand.
My essentials were neatly packed in my leased apartment. Ready to go. I would sort out the rest from wherever I landed. My heart had been calling me to leave for years. But I met someone that slowed my progress down. A beautiful woman. After things went sour with Crystal, I felt a sense of relief. I still wanted to remain loyal to the chapter, but the desperate ache to spread my wings made me jump at the chance to leave.
My chopper continued gliding smoothly through the California traffic as my stomach rumbled, telling me it was about time to stop and eat. No sad goodbyes and no heavy hearts neither. I wasn’t the man for that. When I moved on I liked to cut it clean. I planned on staying within the borders of California. I would know when to put the kickstand down. My plan was to check in somewhere and land where I felt best. That was as far as I got with it.
Thinking back to when I first met, things with Crystal probably deteriorated over time. I used to frequent Marty’s every Friday night. One Friday, I rode in solo and parked myself in a good spot. A mixed crowd of both men and women were out for the night, crimson lighting flooding the stage. I’d found myself a nice little spot close by. I was ready to kick back with some entertainment, maybe drop a little change. A tanned blonde with legs for days, ample curves and a pouty mouth graced the stage, making me sit up. Her moves on the stripper pole were more sensual than the other girls, not so grimy. The difference with her was her body looked natural and soft; no enhancements like I saw with the other strippers.
“Who the hell is that?” I’d tapped the shoulder of the bartender Alice, who I was on a first-name basis with. She put my beer in front of me.
“Ah, you like the look of her? That’s Crystal, she just started here last week.” I inched forward to get a better look. Her eyes met mine and I knew it was on. That was all it took with me. Eye contact. Took a few more visits before anything ramped up between us.
One midnight hour two years ago, that changed as Crystal slid towards me.“You come here all the time. I think it’s about time you take me on a date.” A long tongue suggestion and a kitten crawl across the stage would get you a date real quick with me.
“Sure. We can
work something out.” Heavy breasts jiggled as she swayed like fluid water to her feet.
“Sounds good, big boy. Meet you after my set. Drop them fifties right in here.” She pointed to the elastic of her g-string. Of course I did. Any man in their right mind would. Just like that, we got started in a relationship that lasted two years. I grew to love her. But it wasn’t enough. We got into it one night at my place.
“I don’t want to strip anymore. I have enough saved to take a break for a while. Can’t we think about taking the next step? I want a family with you.” That cutesy voice I liked had become whiny to me, making my skin crawl as soon as she said it.
“It's not what I want. I’m not ready to settle down right now. I respect that’s what you want. But honey, it’s not for me.” The tears flowed, I comforted her as best I could. I knew the man I was inside.
“I didn’t mean it. I mean, I can live without them. I just thought we had something.” Crystal stroked my face and I left her with a kiss.
“We did, but it’s run its course. If you want kids, I don’t want to rob you of that decision.” I rubbed her hands. I wanted to have some level of compassion. “You’re going to find someone just your vibe. I’m not your guy.” Sometimes my honesty got me into trouble. Led to heartbreak. Might be part of the reason my name Diego the “Dog” Christopher fit me as a name. Women never called me that to my face, thankfully. My devilish charm usually won them over. I remained friends with most of the women I banged. Even had a few of them on replay. Just depended on the season and the timing. But I treated all of them with the respect they deserved, which was why they kept coming back. Others in the club might have argued I got my nickname because of my loyalty.