Whistler (RUTHLESS HELLHOUNDS MC (A RUTHLESS UNDERWORLD NOVEL) Book 2)

by K. L. Savage

  “Good lord, how much does that kid smoke?” Whistler mumbles to me out of the side of his mouth.

  “He’s nice,” I say in his defense.

  “I didn’t say he wasn’t, Cupcake.”

  “Why are you so mad that we have to share a bed?” I tug my arm free of his hold. “Do you not want to be close to me? I thought we had something but was it just…nothing?” I get more confused the more I think about it. He kisses me, he holds me, he shows me affection, he’s kind, so what’s the big deal about a bed?

  “Mad?” His onyx eyebrows bend together so much, they almost look like a unibrow. Whistler relaxes. “Ah, shit. Cupcake, no. That’s not it. I asked for two beds because I didn’t want you to feel any pressure. It’s the last thing I want. Being alone in a small space, at night, I know how it feels and not for a moment did I want to make you feel like we had to be together.”

  He only ever has the best intentions. I fist the front of his shirt. “I should have known you’d be so sweet.”

  “Believe me, just because I asked for two beds didn’t mean I wanted them. I still had my dirty thoughts and wants but I knew what was right and that was respecting your space until you say otherwise.”

  I press up on my tiptoes and smile against his lips. “Otherwise.”

  “You make it impossible for a man to behave.” He nips at my bottom lip, and I open my mouth to give him entrance when the motel phone rings.

  “Pink Penguin Motel where the quacks come to stay. Brayden at your surf-ice.” He chuckles at himself. “Get it? Service? But surf-ice? I’m so smart.”

  Whistler sighs at the joke, but I find it endearing.

  “Hey, Mr. Whistler? You still want the room? I have someone who needs it and it’s the only room left.”

  Whistler stomps over in two strides and steals the key from the counter. “Fuck yes I want it.” He snags my hand and drags me away from the front desk before Brayden can say anything to stop us. “Room 3A. Awesome. Main level.” Whistler stops in front of the motorcycle and gets out the rest of the bags. I barely have time to catch my breath before he is dragging me to room 3A.

  He fumbles with the key and while I wait for him to get the door open, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I peer over my shoulder, placing my chin along the curve to look around, but don’t see anyone. There’s a couple walking across the parking lot, their skin like leather from being in the sun for most of their lives, but they don’t seem threatening.

  Must be my nerves or paranoia.

  The door finally opens, and I shiver as soon as I step inside. The air conditioning is freezing. “It’s so cold in here,” I say, rubbing my arms up and down.

  “Yeah, it is. Damn, they are going to freeze us out.” Whistler fiddles with the AC unit and the air finally kicks off. “There. It should warm up soon.” The plastic bags crunch together when he places them on the small table next to the bed.

  “I’m going to wash up.” Whistler takes off his boots and they hit the floor with a solid thud one after the other. “And then a nap? Because I can barely keep my eyes open.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Even though the room is cold, my palms are sweating. I rub them against my dress and explore the small room.

  When I hear the faint hiss of the shower turn on, a filthy image of Whistler soaping up his body has me falling over and catching myself on the circular table made for two. I grip the edge and my nails dig into the fake wood.

  It’s when he starts singing…badly, that I’m yanked out of my lust-induced haze. I stare at the wall the shower hides behind and muffle my laughter as his voice cracks as he sings offkey.

  Well, I guess no one can be perfect, but Whistler is pretty damn close.

  I chuckle to myself and sit on the edge of the bed. It’s soft and the comforter seems kind of itchy and cheap, but I think that adds to the wonderful appeal of it all. To the left, there’s a picture of the beach hanging above the lamp. It’s tilted. I try to straighten it and stick out my tongue as I adjust it.

  I nod my head when it’s straight but a second later the frame grinds against the wall as it turns, hanging crooked again.

  Damn, that’s going to drive me nuts.

  The shower turns off and I panic. I throw myself under the covers, press my head against the pillow, and shut my eyes, pretending I’m asleep. Now that I’m here in this bed, I am scared. There’s no pressure, but there is.

  From me.

  What if I’m bad at having him hold me? What if I’m bad at sex?

  “Charlie?” His deep tone has a shard of guilt stabbing me in the heart as I lie here. The mattress squeaks from his weight. He scoots closer to me.

  And closer.

  Until I can feel the warmth radiating from his chest against my back. It’s soothing and relieves the guilt I feel, but not the pressure.

  All I want to do is move on with my life, enjoy, feel what’s good, and I can’t.

  I’m frozen.

  “Sleep well, Cupcake.” He kisses my shoulder in the same place Kenneth used to, but Whistler’s kiss is different. His lips linger, he rubs his fingers over my shoulder, and when he releases the kiss, he groans.

  I wait for the snap, the anger, the random reason for hate to have him choke me or hit me, but it doesn’t come.

  He hits me in another way.

  “I’m falling in love with you, Charlie. So hard. So fast. I promise I’ll never hurt you. Give me the chance to show it,” he whispers, dragging his lips back and forth across my shoulder blade.

  Tears spring to my eyes, but I keep them closed, afraid I’ll say something like, ‘I’m falling in love with you too.’ Because the last time I loved…

  I ended up not being loved at all.

  Love can be a form of abuse within itself. It’s either used against you or used to strengthen you, and I’ve only ever received one.

  I hope my self-induced paralysis doesn’t last long because I want to show him how much I want to give him a chance.

  Five days of torture. Five long, painful, never-ending days of torment.

  I’ve seen her in every swimsuit. I’ve seen her tits bounce as she plays in the water and runs up the shore. I’ve put sunblock on her back, the ties of her swimsuit undone so she doesn’t have tan lines, I’ve watched her ass as she bends down to dry off. The sun has kissed her body in ways I want to, and the water has slid down her the way I want to drag my tongue down her. The breeze has sifted through her hair the way I want to run my fingers through it while I’m clutching onto the strands tight and diving into her depths.

  I can’t take it anymore.

  My God a man only has so much self-control and I’m at my brink. I need to get on my bike and keep driving until I run out of gas.

  “Wow, I’m so hungry.” She bounces into the room holding the box of pizza, and I drag my hand down my face, exhausted since all my blood is in my cock. “You want a piece?”

  “Actually, I think I might go to bed. I’m exhausted and have a bit of a headache.” I wince at how cliché that sounds, but what choice do I have? My mind needs a break from looking at her and constantly wanting her.

  In bed, she’s kept her distance which is why I asked for the room with two beds in the first place. I knew she wasn’t ready.

  “Oh,” she sounds so disappointed. Guilt gnaws at my gut.

  “Sorry, Cupcake. Must be from the sun.” I kiss the middle of her forehead and grab a t-shirt and briefs. “I’m going to wash up and hit the sack.”

  “Do you need anything?” she asks sweetly.

  Yes. You. Naked. Legs spread. And taking my big cock like you’re meant to do.

  “No, Cupcake. Nothing a little shut-eye can’t fix. Are you sad we have to leave tomorrow? I wish we could stay here forever.”

  “Me too, but I can’t wait to get back too. I miss—”

  Oh God, she’s going to say Kenneth.

  “My dad.”

  “You’ll see him, Cupcake.” I peck her on the lips and disappear i
nto the bathroom, shutting the door. I clutch the counter and stare at my reflection. My cheeks are sunburnt from being in the sun all week and my hair is oily from the saltwater. There’s sand along my hairline and I drop my head and see the outline of my cock tenting my shorts.

  If I have to jerk off for the rest of my life to have more days like this with her, then I will gladly rub myself raw.

  I get undressed, kicking my shorts to the side and grunting when my cock slaps against my belly. The tip is red, the slit is glistening, and the vein throbs. I can see the pulse thumping against the base. I flip on the shower and don’t wait for it to warm as I step inside.

  The water hits my face, the pressure hard and punishing, nearly too much for the skin to handle but it’s just what I need right now. The harshness tingles along my chest, but it feels good along my hardened shaft. I spread my legs and step back, letting the pressure dance along the long, thick inches.

  I reach between my legs and palm my sack, tugging and pulling on the round orbs. “Fuck yes, Charlie,” my voice echoes off the bathroom walls and I hope she doesn’t hear me.

  No, I hope she does. She needs to hear what she does to me.

  I close my eyes and slip my hand from my balls to my cock, creating a tight fist as I think about Charlie and how sweet she would feel. All tight, wet, and hot.

  As hot as this shower, which is scalding. I bet she’d burn me from the inside out, searing me with her every touch.

  Arms wrap around me, and hands press against my stomach. I jerk, letting my cock fall from my hands as I spin around.

  Charlie is standing there.

  Naked.

  A wet dream.

  Her nipples are the color of red sprinkles, tight and elongated. Freckles are sporadically placed along her chest. My eyes drop lower to see her auburn bush trimmed short, glistening from water droplets.

  “Charlie,” I rasp, debating if I need to cover myself. There’s no doubt she saw what I was doing. Fuck. Wait. What is she doing in here? I locked the door.

  Her eyes widen when she sees my cock.

  Yeah, fucking tell me about it. I’m dying to come.

  Water gets into my mouth, and I spit it out. “How did you get in here?”

  “You didn’t lock the door.” Charlie rubs her palms over my chest.

  I had to of. That isn’t like me.

  “You aren’t tired, are you?” she asks, drifting one finger down the hairs on my stomach, and right as she gets below my navel, she works her way up my abs to my chest again.

  The death of me.

  “Cupcake, listen, there’s no pressure. It’s why I’m doing this in here. I’m not going to push you into something you don’t want. I know you aren’t ready.”

  “What if I do want it?” the question is spoken under the flow of rushing water, and I swear I think I’m dreaming this. There’s no way Charlie is standing in front of me. I figured it would be months, maybe years before she was ready. I’d wait. Maybe she doesn’t know that.

  “Charlie, Cupcake, baby.” I make the mistake of grabbing onto her upper biceps.

  Her bare, smooth, flawless, biceps…

  Even if the shower is hot, I can barely feel it because I have her in my arms instead. My eyes linger on her chest, her tits full and ripe, begging for me to take them. With how pale her skin is, I bet I could leave dashes of red marks from my kisses along her perfect mounds. Would she like that? Or would it be another bruise she’d mentally add to the collection Kenneth gave her? I never want her to compare my love marks to his abusive ones.

  “There’s no need to feel like you have to do this. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

  “I know. I bet—” her lips tease against my pec, her breath hotter than the damn water plummeting against my back. “—I bet you’d wait forever if I asked you to because you’re a good man.”

  “I’m not, but for you I am.”

  She presses a kiss against my nipple, sucking the damn thing into her mouth before letting it go with a plop. Fuck. I had no idea that felt so good. Women have never played with my nipples before. “I love that about you. Do you know how hard it’s been sleeping next to you and not feeling your touch? I’ve been afraid.”

  “Of me?”

  She shakes her head, the ends wet and sticking against her body while the top half is dry. “Me. I was too afraid to make a move and not be good at it. I want you, Whistler.” She kisses across my chest and sucks my nipple into her mouth again, yanking a snake-like hiss from me.

  “I doubt you could do anything that wouldn’t be amazing at, Cupcake.” I finally mange to move my hands and cup her face. “It’s me and you, whatever we do, it will be amazing, and whatever you’re not sure of—” I back her against the wall and knock the breath out of her, gripping her leg and hoisting it over my hip “—I’ll teach you because you’re all mine, aren’t you, Cupcake?” The middle of my cock is pressed against her entrance and as much as I want to sink into her right now, right here, I’m not going to.

  Baby steps. She might think she is ready, but she probably isn’t.

  “You could never be bad at anything.” I stroke her jaw, darting my eyes over her delicate face, a face that leaves me in shambles every time I have to leave her.

  Who could ever hit such perfection?

  I switch my hold on her jaw, sliding one palm under her chin until I squeeze her cheeks lightly with my fingers. She’s here. She’s right fucking here. I smash my lips against hers, groaning into her mouth as our lips collide.

  God, yes.

  Her fingers scratch down my chest and then she slides them over my waist and down my back. She rocks her hips against me, whimpering as her clit rubs over the helmet of my cock. I rip my lips from hers and bite my bottom lip, growling as her palms squeeze my ass. Charlie uses me as leverage while she uses my cock to get herself off.

  It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

  “That’s it baby. Use me. Rub that sweet clit all over me. Come for me.”

  “Wesley,” she whines my given name, and it has my orgasm threatening to shoot from me.

  I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and knead her breasts, gasping as her clit rubs over the sensitive glands under the tip.

  “Fuck, Charlie. Fuck!” I rip myself away and drop to my knees to stop myself from coming first.

  “What are you—” I shut her up by latching my mouth onto her folds, sucking each one into my mouth. “—Oh.” Her hands smack against the walls of the shower and I smirk around her sheath, spearing my tongue into her tight hole.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head when I taste her icing, fucking sweet as sugar just like I knew she’d be.

  “Wesley. Oh, God.” Her stomach inflates and deflates with each haggard breath she takes.

  I lift my eyes through wet lashes and watch the emotion flash over her face. Her mouth falls open and her cries are all for me as she screams to the heavens.

  Flattening my tongue along her slit, I circle the tip around her bundle of nerves, that sweet fucking cherry I can’t wait to suckle. I nibble on it with my teeth and she doubles over, nearly falling over me but I keep her steady.

  “Never have I…I’ve never…no one has…” she can’t speak. Her words keep twisting and turning causing her to stutter. Her fingers slick my hair over the crown of my skull and her nipples scrape against my cheek. Her body begins to shake. Her hips stutter and ride against my tongue faster. “No one’s has ever made me come! Wesley! I’m going to—I’m going—I’m…Wesley!”

  My tongue becomes wetter as she orgasms, coming down my throat. Her essence is better than any fucking homerun I’ve ever hit. I wrap my hand around my cock and begin to stroke myself, moaning into her cunt as I swallow her yet give into the pleasure Charlie brings me.

  The loud slap of my heavy orbs hit my fist with every downstroke that inches me closer.

  Charlie falls to her knees and takes my face into her hands, twisting her tongue with mine. She tastes herself
and moans, gluing herself to my front to try and lick every corner of my mouth.

  “I’m close, Charlie. I’m so fucking close.” I can no longer keep my head up. I fall forward and our foreheads press together, her lips brushing against mine, but we don’t kiss. I’m stroking myself harder, faster, and then her hand circles around me, unwinding my fingers from around myself so she can get a better grip. “Oh, fuck,” I stare down and want to laugh at how small her hand is compared to my cock. But when she tightens her fist, the humor dies and I’m thrusting into her, letting the flesh move and the muscle rub inside the hole she’s created.

  God, I can’t wait to be inside her.

  “So big, baby. So thick,” she purrs, sliding her thumb across the crown and I tremble. “I don’t know if you’d fit, but I can’t wait to try.”

  I clutch onto her hips and growl. “I’ll fucking fit because you were made for me. That tight cunt was made for me and I’m going to stretch it to the very brink.”

  “I can’t wait,” she says, bending down until she engulfs me with her mouth. She swallows me to the hilt, gagging and choking, but not caring.

  She doesn’t stop.

  At the same time, she sucks half of me, licking me like a goddamn melting ice cream cone in the summertime while stroking me.

  The tip of her tongue dips into the slit and her free hand squeezes and gives a slight twist to my sack, which has me shouting explicit words to God and everybody.

  My hips begin to move on their own accord, and I grip the back of her head and fuck her face. “Fuck yes, baby. Take that cock. You’re being so fucking good for me right now.” I tilt my head back into the spray of water and shut my eyes. I hold my breath as the water batters me and she doubles her efforts, sucking harder and faster.

  My hips stutter and I bring myself out of the waterfall, thrust down her throat once, twice. “I’m coming and you’re going to take every fucking drop, aren’t you? Don’t let me go to waste,” I groan as the first jet leaves me, then the second, third, and fourth. I empty everything I have and ring myself inside out with her mouth on me, something I’ve dreamed about for weeks now.