Rain

by A G Henderson

Tex ripped his arm from my hold and turned, intent on the double doors separating him from what was his. Without my added leverage, he was able to disengage from Creed a moment later. My brother cursed, and we both reached for him again as he took a step forward.

  But the door flew open, sunlight spilling in along with a vision that took my breath away.

  I felt my whole world pause as Kayla gracefully stepped through the entryway in a pair of dark blue heels and an elegant bridesmaid dress that matched perfectly. It hugged the mouthwatering curves of her figure, and a slit down one side showed a tantalizing amount of creamy thigh. Her electric blue hair was pinned artfully on top of her head, drawing my attention to the smooth column of her throat.

  She looked good enough to be the bride instead of the maid of honor, and so classy that no one would ever guess she had swallowed my dick whole not long ago—including all the cum I had to offer.

  When her brown eyes locked on us, they were heated. Fierce enough that Tex paused as the lobby went quiet.

  Kayla’s high heels clicked as she crossed the ivory tiles, sashaying towards us. She always swung her hips when she was pissed. And even though I was very aware that my balls were about to be on the chopping block, I couldn't help the way my gaze stayed glued to her dress shifting around her.

  Not even a hint of a panty line.

  That sweet pussy was completely bare beneath a single, thin layer. My cock swelled in my dress pants, twitching as it stretched down my leg.

  Careful, Pixie. At this rate, you might end up getting fucked right over the altar.

  The taste of her from this morning flooded my mouth, sinfully tempting.

  When she stalked right up to Tex and poked him in the chest, the spell broke. I not so discreetly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

  The whole lobby paused, watching. Badasses from far and wide had gathered for this. Saying they held their silence in breathless anticipation would be inaccurate, but the idea was the same.

  Kayla narrowed her eyes and poked him again. “If you never hear another word that leaves my mouth,” she said slowly. “Hear this. That girl waited two years for you.”

  “Two.”

  Poke.

  “Years.”

  Poke.

  “What-” That was all Tex got out.

  “Zip it,” my little Pixie snapped, looking vicious and hotter than-fucking-ever.

  He zipped it.

  “I hated you in her place, because she couldn't. She was and will always be deliriously in love with you, but I'm not.” Kayla’s eyes watered and she sucked in a sharp breath, blinking back tears.

  My whole body tensed. Her pain was a serrated knife straight to my soul. Punching the groom on his wedding day was a bad idea, made worse by the obvious size difference. But there was a vase full of flowers off to my right that looked sturdy as fuck.

  “Today means everything to her.”

  A muscle in Tex’s jaw bunched but he nodded. “And she means everything to me.”

  “Good,” Kayla smiled weakly and the tension lifted. “Because it's your turn to wait. Now turn your big ass around and head to the back so we can do the damn thing.”

  I barely paid attention to everyone filtering out of the lobby. Someone clapped me hard on the shoulder and I barely felt it. My entire focus was on Kayla.

  She stood there with her arms crossed, daring any of the stragglers to say something. She was an immovable object, and so damn beautiful that I sent a silent prayer of thanks that she was mine. Her strength never ceased to amaze me.

  But I stepped up behind her the moment we were alone. And a second later, she collapsed into my open arms, slightly trembling.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing her back to my front. We started gently rocking back and forth and I not so subtly aligned my hard cock between her ass cheeks.

  So fucking soft and warm.

  “Congrats, baby. You officially mouthed off to a Sinner and lived to tell the tale.” I pressed a soft kiss to her hair, not wanting to mess up what had obviously taken a long ass time.

  Her hands covered mine, fingers stroking my knuckles. “Thank God I can cross that off my bucket list because I’m never doing it again.”

  I chuckled and leaned in, kissing her exposed neck. Loving how she squirmed against me. “Look at it this way. At least you didn’t have to pull that on Creed.”

  “Good point.” She gasped as I lightly bit at her skin. “You need to stop that.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My hand drifted down, cupping her pussy through her dress. Warmth hit my palm and I growled low in her ear, fighting the urge to shove two fingers into her, fabric and all.

  “Rain,” she moaned as I sucked on her earlobe. “We’re in a church.”

  “That’s never stopped us before.” I glanced around, then shuffled us towards the bathroom door. Despite her protests, she didn’t fight me. She wanted this as much as I did, if not more, and my pulse was already throbbing in my cock.

  I flipped the door open, letting my woman go only long enough to engage the lock. When I turned back to her, she was facing me and breathing hard enough to make her breasts rise and fall inside her dress. I could see her nipples through the fabric now, hard and pleading for attention.

  Kayla bit her lip and my cock twitched in response. “This place is going to be full of people within like, twenty minutes.”

  “Then we better hurry.” I stalked determinedly towards her and she gave ground, backing up until her hips hit the marble countertop and she could go no further. I saw myself in the reflection of the large mirrors behind her. I was bearing down on her like the storm my name implied.

  “You’re going to mess up my makeup.” Her protest was weak, eyes locked on the obvious tent stretching my pants out of shape.

  “Not beyond repair.” I finally reached her, and my hands latched onto her hips, digging into soft flesh. “Not yet, anyway.”

  As much as I wanted to fuck her outright here and now, I knew I couldn’t. There were other things that needed to happen before that point, and a flutter of anticipation ghosted through me.

  I absently patted my pocket before catching myself.

  Then I caught a whiff of her heady scent and focused back on the now.

  I squeezed her waist and lifted, planting her juicy ass on the countertop. “Spread for me, Pixie.”

  Her face flushed but her legs parted with ease, aided by the slit in her dress. The pink lips of her pussy came into view first, wet and glistening with her arousal. My mouth watered and I bit down on my knuckle when the pretty, blue tuft on top of her mound showed itself.

  “We should really-”

  I silenced her with a long, intense look. And I maintained that eye contact as I knelt, putting one knee on the floor and her legs over my shoulders. I leaned in and took a deep breath, never breaking our stare as the musky scent of her filled my lungs. Her mouth opened in a wide O and I grinned, pressing my nose to the soft hair covering her.

  Don’t get me to lying, but I swear I could feel her clit pulsing.

  “Rain,” Kayla whispered, eyes closing. Her thighs shifted on either side of me.

  “I know, baby.” I let my breath fan out over her slit and pressed a quick kiss to her center. “It aches, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes…”

  “And don’t I always take care of you?” I kissed her again, lingering longer. Pressing closer. Lower. My nose eased her pink lips apart before I drew back.

  Kayla’s hands landed on my collar, threading their way around my neck.

  “Watch the hair,” I teased. “Don’t forget we have to be presentable.”

  Her fingers teased several strands, lightly tugging. “Somebody should’ve thought of that before he started making out with my pussy.” Her voice was low and throaty. Hotter than the sun. “If you stop now, I’m going to hurt you.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that,” I rumbled directl
y against her flesh, feeling her juices coat my mouth. My tongue flicked out, drawing in more of her sweetness and she sucked in a sharp breath.

  Better than heaven.

  I grasped her thighs, fingers digging into tempting softness as I spread her further apart. Already, her juices were overflowing, dripping down towards her tight, puckered hole. As erotic as the sight was, it wouldn’t do to let her pretty dress get dirty. My face was much better suited to the task.

  “Horny girl, always so wet for me.” I took my tongue and slowly traced the route my eyes had planned out, circling the entrance to her pussy. Her fingers on my neck tensed, nails scratching my skin. Electricity coursed through me at her touch and my cock bobbed in my pants.

  “Only for you,” she whispered.

  I dove back in greedily, treating her pussy like it was the last meal I would ever have.

  I licked and sucked her folds, swallowing her cream. Kayla moaned loudly, spurring me on. My tongue folded over, dipping inside her tight entrance, and she bucked against my face, prompting me to hold her tighter, pinning her body with my weight.

  My hands kneaded her thighs, squeezing so tight I was sure my fingerprints would be left behind. A slight tremble went through her body and I grinned, lashing my tongue up, down, and around her clit before closing my lips around it and sucking the sensitive bud into my mouth.

  “Fuck!” She shrieked, legs kicking.

  A knock sounded at the door.

  Kayla stilled, clapping a hand over her mouth.

  I used her shocked pause to slip two long fingers into her wet, willing hole, groaning at her heat as I curled them towards me and stroked sensitive flesh.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, words muffled. I stroked her again. Her walls clenched tightly around my fingers, stomach caving in, and she released a delicious little squeal.

  The knock came again, more insistent. “Ma'am? Everything all right in there?”

  I slid my fingers in and out of her slit slowly, locking my eyes with hers. “Answer the man,” I whispered. My wrist twisted, stirring her up, loving the wet sounds her body made.

  Her eyes flared hot chocolate with emotion, speaking to me without her mouth opening. Bastard.

  I flashed my teeth, adding a third finger.

  “Ahhh!” Her head rocked back, knocking against the mirror as her pussy spasmed. Kayla’s neck flushed a bright red and her hands dropped, fisting the fabric of her dress. My girl was close.

  The door rattled in its frame. “Miss?!”

  “Answer. Him.” I snapped quietly, shoving my fingers deeper. “No one sees you like this but me, baby. No one.”

  The cords of her neck stood out and she raised her voice. “Fuck off!”

  “Good girl,” I grinned, continuing my assault. Whoever was at the door grumbled something I didn’t care about paying attention to as I lapped at her sex again. Swear to God she only tasted better and better the more her juices flowed.

  She moaned as I sped up again, ruthlessly plunging my fingers inside of her and growling low as filthy, wet, slapping noises filled the room. Her lips parted. “I’m gonna cum.”

  “Cum for me, magic girl.”

  I curled my fingers. At the same time, I closed my lips around her clit and sucked hard.

  “Oh. Fuck.” Kayla’s pussy clenched so tightly she nearly forced my fingers out. But I kept them planted deep, curling over and over as her thighs tensed around my head.

  She whined and bucked against me as I drew out the length of her orgasm. God, I was going to stuff this beautiful pussy full of my cock at the first available opportunity.

  She came down slowly, lashes at half-mast and eyes dreamy, body trembling with aftershocks. I stood and held her gaze captive as I sucked her taste from my fingers, my other palm stroking the hard outline of my cock through my pants.

  Stepping back between her thighs, I brought my face down towards hers and claimed her mouth, shoving my tongue inside and locking us together.

  When I finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard and her lipstick was more than a little smudged.

  “Great,” she muttered softly, narrowing her eyes at me. “Not only am I going to have to do my makeup, again, but I’m not going to be able to move for like, at least five minutes. And we’re both going to have pussy breath now.”

  I laughed long and loud while I smoothed her dress back over her thighs. “I’ve got us covered.” My hand slipped into my pocket, brushing against something solid before reappearing with a pack of minty gum.

  “My savior,” she said sarcastically.

  I popped a piece in my mouth. “I mean, if you don’t want any, that’s on you, Pixie. I’m sure all the geezers in attendance could use a reminder of what pussy smells like.”

  She rolled her eyes at my playful grin. “For one thing, geezer? I hate that word. Don’t use it again. Two, from what I saw of the guest list, Lizzy’s mom is going to be the oldest person here and she’s like, forty or something.”

  Her mouth opened and I tore another piece of gum from the pack, sliding it between my lips and offering it to her. When she took it, I planted a sweet, chaste kiss on her lips and felt my heart swell at her warm grin.

  “Don’t older people usually just show up to these things?” I questioned, massaging feeling back into her thighs.

  Kayla bit her lip and my cock surged. At this rate, I was going to go through the whole ceremony turned awkwardly to try and hide my raging hard on.

  “What kind of weddings have you been to, grease monkey?

  “I’ve seen Creed marry a tire iron to the side of someone’s face before. Does that count?”

  “Umm…. no. That doesn’t count at all. And I’m scared to ask how recent that was.”

  “Well-”

  “Nope.” She put her finger on my lips and I nipped at the pad, making her giggle and pull it away. I couldn’t help watching how her laugh made her breasts jiggle delightfully.

  Kayla turned and started fiddling with her hair and makeup in the mirror while I hugged her from behind, cock pressing between her soft ass cheeks.

  “As far as I’m concerned,” she continued. “Post-Cait Creed is full of sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns.”

  I scoffed, grinding against her. Watching her face crease in the reflection. “Five bucks says he doesn’t smile for a single picture.”

  “You're on,” she said, smiling. “Now get the hell out of here so I can fix the mess you've made.”

  I rolled my hips again, prodding. Searching.

  You have no idea the kind of mess I'm going to make.

  Chapter 14 - Kayla

  Worst. Maid of honor. Ever.

  I stealthily made my way into the conference room at the back of the church that had been commandeered for the last-minute preparations of the bride.

  There were women everywhere, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. With each step I took, I silently hoped nobody would notice my presence until I could find Caitlin and the makeup bag I’d left with her before my oh so dramatic entrance earlier. A girl could only do so much with running water and no brush.

  While I hadn't crossed fully into the freshly fucked looking territory, I knew my current appearance was a close second.

  In my defense, resisting was so much easier said than done. Especially when the insatiable love of my life was walking around in a three-piece suit looking like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. The things I wanted to do that man even now were filthy enough to get my-

  “Is this supposed to be sneaky?” came a voice from right beside me and I let out a shrill squeak, heart jumping into my throat.

  Caitlin was leaning against the wall to my left, an amused smirk on her face. Sylvia was beside her, cracking a slight grin, multiple piercings glittering in the light.

  I put a hand to my chest to calm my pulse. While I caught my breath, they passed a tablet back and forth between them, looking wholly unconcerned about the heart attack I’d narrowly avoided.

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�What are you two doing lurking over here in a corner?” I asked, brows furrowing.

  Caitlin turned the tablet towards me, displaying the red and black pieces on the virtual board. “Checkers,” she said with a shrug before making another move. “I made it through about five minutes of the chaos over there.”

  She waved her hand towards the other side of the room, where most of the crowd was congregated around Lizzy to the point I could barely make out my best friend, the bride to be.

  Briefly, our eyes caught, and she did a small finger wave, looking every bit the angel in her stunning white gown, blonde hair falling in one smooth curtain to her lower back.

  I blew an air kiss her direction and she caught it, placing it against her chest before the people around her cooing and fussing over her very pregnant baby bump swarmed once more. I felt a familiar pang at the sight of her and hurriedly brushed it away.

  Today was not the day for that.

  “I see your point.” It was a complete madhouse on that side of the room. Then again, I should have expected as much. It wasn’t every day that one of the state’s most notorious bikers settled down and put a ring on it. “She looks happy though,” I continued. “Which is all I care about. If that changes, somebody is getting a pointed heel up their ass, tough biker bitches or not.”

  Caitlin snorted. “Three against a dozen? I don't mind those odds. Put me in the game, coach. You're already on the warpath today.”

  “Nope, not a chance.” I wagged my finger in front of her. “If it comes to that, you're on the bench. Sly and I can handle it. Isn't that right?”

  Sylvia looked between both of us and rolled her eyes. But she did give me a thumbs up. So, it was safe to say I had that hypothetical fight in the fucking bag.

  The silent woman who had already gone back to ignoring us wasn't a key member of the Sinners for nothing. And even though I couldn't make out the imprints of any knives beneath the pantsuit she was wearing to match our dresses, it didn't mean they weren't there.

  Wait a second...

  “Holy hell, you're actually wearing it!” I clapped my hands together. “Let me see!”

  “You're just now noticing?” Caitlin added on a snicker.