Girth (Marked Skulls MC Book 1)

by Savannah Rylan

  “I’ll be late for work. Enjoy your green tea,” I said, yanking my hand away from her and jumping out of my chair.

  “Kenni!” I heard Ava call after me as I left the cafe.

  I didn’t want to think about the consequences yet. I was having a good time with Nico. He made me feel good. He made me feel beautiful. he was making my teenage fantasy come true and I wasn’t about to give it up yet.

  I rushed back to work, with Nico on my mind. Ava’s words were pushed back. She didn’t know what she was talking about! She wasn’t there when Nico looked at me. She didn’t know how he made me feel.

  Chapter 11

  Nico

  I thought Kennedy would need some space. Even though I wanted to see her immediately after she left; I decided to hold back.

  This could work. This could actually work!

  Maybe I could keep seeing her and keep it light. She’d agreed to it already, now all I needed to do was make sure I kept myself in check. I’d decided that if I started feeling like I wanted more, then I’d cut her off.

  I gave it three days, after which I texted her. Three-days was enough to make me go mad with desire. My hands shook when I typed that message.

  Meet me tonight at the Guardian’s Theatre. I got us tickets for the eight o’clock show.

  I wanted to make the night special. Taking her to the opera was the most special thing I could think of. I couldn’t give Kennedy a relationship, but I sure as hell could treat her as a Queen.

  In another world, if I was leading another life—I would have given her more. I knew she deserved it. She was a smart vivacious beautiful woman, who deserved to be cherished and looked after. I had no idea what she saw in me, or why she wanted to keep hanging around. Even though I’d warned her that I had nothing to give.

  I got dressed for the night in a tuxedo. I’d spent good money on these seats, in our own balcony. I’d never been this nervous about impressing someone before. Just sex used to be good enough. With Kennedy though, it seemed like I wanted more.

  I arrived at the theatre well before eight and waited by the door. I was anxious, couldn’t stand still. Kennedy was like a drug and I needed a hit. I needed to see her again. She’d stuck to her word and hadn’t texted me or tried to get in touch in the past three days.

  It seemed like she was more than happy to keep things simple between us.

  When a cab pulled up in front of me, I wasn’t expecting Kennedy to step out of it. I wasn’t prepared for the vision I was about to see.

  I saw her high heels first when she stepped on the pavement. Then, she slowly dragged herself out of the car. My eyes traveled over her body, and I felt that familiar movement in my pants. That feeling which told me I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her.

  She was in a long dress, the hem of which grazed the ground as she walked towards me. Was it black? Was it a deep red? Whatever color that dress was, it magnetized me. It was a soft breezy chiffon, with a deep sweetheart neck and barely-there sleeves. With every step she took, a part of her long legs was revealed through the slit in the front.

  Kennedy was smiling at me; her cheeks were flushed. She’d pinned up her hair in a tight neat bun on the side of her head. There was a sparkling hair-pin holding it in place. From her ears hung simple teardrop shaped stone earrings, and she had a matching ring on. Her makeup was smoky, her skin looked flawlessly perfect. Her lips were the same rich color as her dress.

  “Hello Nico,” she was the first one to speak, because she’d caught me off-guard. It was like I had no words.

  “Kennedy…you look…” I couldn’t articulate the emotions I was feeling. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. She looked down at her dress, flushing even more when she realized that I liked her dress.

  “I wasn’t sure of what to wear. I’ve never been to the opera before,” she commented. I met her wide green eyes and felt like I was sinking into them. I wanted to drag her by her hand, right back to my car and drive her to my apartment again.

  Fuck the opera!

  “You look perfect. That dress is beautiful on you,” I said and placed a hand on her waist.

  Kennedy was biting down on her lip as we walked into the theatre. I could sense that she was excited, which was exactly how I wanted her to feel. She deserved the best night out.

  An attendant looked at our tickets and then led us up the stairs to our balcony seats. The whole time, I kept my hand on Kennedy’s back, holding on to her waist. I wanted everyone to see…all these strangers…that I was with the most beautiful woman in the building. The woman I couldn’t stop staring at.

  We sat down on our seats.

  “Wow, this is quite private,” she remarked, as our arms grazed. My cock moved again. I wanted her right now, right there.

  I watched as she picked up the program and flipped through it.

  “It’s an Italian opera? Maybe you’ll be able to help me with the dialogue,” she said and laughed softly. I stared into her eyes, and then my gaze traveled down to her breasts. She was breathing smoothly, her hands were crossed daintily on her lap.

  I leaned towards her, placing a hand on her cheek. Kennedy was staring up at me with her glittering green eyes and I kissed her. I couldn’t resist. My tongue slipped into her mouth and she gently sucked on it. I could feel my cock tenting my pants. Kennedy moaned softly as I kissed her deeper.

  I could taste her. I’d missed her. I wanted more.

  Suddenly, we heard the loud clapping of the audience around us. The lights were dimming, the opera was about to start. Kennedy pulled her mouth away from me and dragged her gaze away. She clapped softly, smiling at the stage.

  There was no way I’d be watching the performance tonight.

  ***

  Kennedy seemed glued to what was happening on stage, while I glanced at her every few seconds. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe I’d missed out on all these years of being with her. I couldn’t believe my luck now.

  There was a pause in the opera and she looked at me, catching me staring at her.

  “Do you know what’s happening on stage?” she asked, with a blushing smile.

  “No, I’m too busy looking at you,” I told her.

  The performance started again and she leaned towards me. It seemed accidental but the side of her breasts grazed my arm. I had to clench my jaws to stop myself from pulling her into my arms.

  “Do you know what I want to do to you right now?” I whispered in her ear. We were in the dark, I could have kissed her right now if I wanted to and nobody would know. Kennedy straightened her back and placed a hand on my knee.

  “I don’t know if I can wait to find out,” she said.

  Her hand on my knee was all the cue I needed. I knew now that she was thinking about the same thing that I was.

  “I want to rip that dress off you and push my finger into your pussy,” I whispered.

  Kennedy kept staring at the stage but I could sense that she was imagining it. Imagining me tipping her back in the seat and ripping her dress.

  She bit down on her lip and gulped. I kept going.

  “I want to make you come right here, but not till I tell you too. I want to lick your nipples first and make sure you’re dripping wet. I want to hear you say my name, scream it here from the balcony.”

  Kennedy jerked her head around to look at me then. There was fire in her eyes, to match the color of her hair. She gulped again, like her throat was dry.

  As she stared at me, slowly her hand traveled up my knee towards the bulge in my pants.

  “Everyone would hear me if I screamed your name,” she said.

  “We’d disrupt the show,” I added and Kennedy was smiling. Her hand grazed my cock and a shot of electricity ran down my spine.

  What was she doing to me!

  I lifted my hand up to her nape, while she gently started caressing my cock through my pants.

  “You’re making me wet already,” she whispered. Neither of us were looking at
the stage now. We didn’t care.

  “Good,” I growled. My eyelids were growing heavy with desire. My cock was throbbing and growing in my pants as she continued to stroke me.

  “Nico, I want you,” she breathed and I kissed her again. This time, the kiss was more passionate. Wilder. Her hand slipped in, under my pants and her fingers wrapped around my rock-hard cock. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to control it.

  My tongue plunged in and out of her mouth as she rubbed my cock, stroking it up and down, making sure I had nowhere to go.

  She gasped, out of breath…when she pulled her mouth away from mine.

  “Nico…we shouldn’t be doing this, not here,” she stated, but there was a laugh in her voice. Her hand was still inside my pants, she was still stroking me.

  “Who is stopping us?” I asked and reached for her breasts, cupping them tightly in my hand. She gasped sharply. There was too much material separating us. I couldn’t feel her nipples, but in the shadow of the dark theatre, I could see the goosebumps on her skin. I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. I knew she was wet.

  I squeezed her breasts and she panted. One hand of mine ran down the front of her dress. I’d found the hot throbbing spot between her legs and I rubbed it, through her dress.

  Kennedy quickly drew her hand out of my pants and pulled herself away from me.

  “No, not here,” she hissed, but she was biting down on her lip.

  I was staring at her. I was too hot and frustrated. She couldn’t just stop in the middle of this! I could still feel my cock throbbing and raging.

  I grabbed her by the neck and yanked her to myself.

  “You’re driving me crazy, woman!” I growled. She stared into my eyes, aware that she was the one in control now. Slowly, she drew herself away from me, then stared victoriously at the stage.

  She was enjoying this! She was enjoying frustrating me. My eyes swooped over her body, breathing in the delicious sight of her.

  While I stared at her, the lights suddenly came on in the theater. People around us were standing up and clapping. Kennedy stood up too and I followed. I had no idea what was happening, I had no clue how much time had passed.

  Kennedy clapped, smiling at the actors on stage. She knew I was watching her, and she was enjoying keeping me waiting.

  Before she’d even stopped clapping, I grabbed her wrist.

  “We’re leaving,” I growled. She didn’t fight it. She allowed herself to be tugged away.

  “It’s just the intermission!” she remarked.

  “I don’t give a fuck about this opera. I need to fuck you,” I said.

  Holding Kennedy tightly, I charged down the steps. She followed me out of the theatre and towards my parked car.

  I opened the door and she gracefully sat in.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, when I joined her in the car.

  “To your place. Give me the address,” I said, revving up the engine.

  She was the one watching me closely now. I knew she could see how charged up I was. How insane she was driving me. I just hoped that she couldn’t see what else I was beginning to want.

  The need to have her with me all the time.

  Chapter 12

  Kennedy

  This was the first time that Nico was at my apartment, and I was worried about what he thought of it. In the car, I could sense the electricity in the air. I thought I’d be interested in the opera, but with him there; I hadn’t been able to concentrate for a minute.

  It was obvious that around each other; we had nothing else on our minds.

  I took a breather when we walked into my apartment. Everything was happening so fast!

  “I would have cleaned up around here if I knew you were coming,” I said, turning to look at him.

  Nico was standing there with his hands in his pockets. In his tuxedo, he looked like a million dollars. His hair was neatly brushed back from his forehead, his gray eyes were piercing. I knew exactly what he looked like underneath all those clothes. I was one of the lucky ones.

  “It looks fine, don’t worry about it, Kennedy,” he said. Nico’s voice was deep and growly. Even though some of that urgency had faded since the car ride, it was still palpable in the air between us. There was only one thing to do, but I wanted to wait. Just a few moments longer. Just enough to make this night last for some more time.

  “Kennedy, I’m sorry I made you dress up and wear that beautiful thing, and now we’re here. I’m going to have to take it off you,” he said it mechanically. In a business-like tone.

  I blushed deep when I heard him say it. He was apologizing for the trouble. It was no trouble! I’d dressed up for him. I’d bought another beautiful dress because I wanted him to want me. I shook my head.

  “I don’t mind,” I said.

  I was conscious of keeping some distance between us. Trying to prolong this moment. I was aware that we’d laid down some ground rules. No feelings, minimum conversation—our relationship was going to be all about sex and nothing else.

  And yet, I couldn’t help but want something more. Anything, just a sliver of a conversation. I knew Ava was right. I’d be the one left hurt and miserable at the end of this. Men like Nico Rossi moved on quickly. In a few months, would he even remember me?

  I watched as he took a step towards me. He was in the process of taking off his bowtie.

  “I need you to undress, Kennedy,” he stated. In that same business-like tone. I gulped and nodded.

  “Yes, I will…but first, would you like a drink?” I asked.

  I whipped away from him, rushing into my kitchen. Thankfully, he didn’t follow me in.

  My hands were shaking as I poured some whisky into two glasses. Why was I doing this? I knew I wouldn’t be able to make him stay longer than he wanted to. Once we had sex, this would be all over and Nico would be on his way. Then I’d spend the next few days waiting for another phone call or a text. This was what I’d signed up for.

  When I returned to the living room with the two glasses, I saw that he was standing at the window. I watched him in silence for a few moments, saw the way his expansive shoulders rose and fell with every breath he was taking. He looked strong and handsome as he stood there with his hands in his pockets. Would some day, some girl be able to have him forever?

  I cleared my throat for his attention and Nico turned to me. I could see it on his face that he had something on his mind.

  “I didn’t know you drank whisky,” he said as I gave him a glass with trembling hands.

  “I’m out of beer,” I replied and took a quick sip of my drink. Nico was watching me, his eyes flitting over the length of my body, breathing in the shape of me.

  He took a sip.

  “I’m sorry, it’s not great whisky. It’s the cheapest one I could get my hands on,” I apologized blushingly. Nico drank some more and shook his head.

  “It’s fine, stop apologizing for things, Kennedy,” he added. His whisky was nearly over and he put the glass down on the coffee table. I watched as he took a step towards me and I backed away from him.

  “There’s something on your mind,” he commented. I shook my head vigorously.

  “Nothing…and even if there is, we decided to keep things light, remember?” I replied. Nico stopped in his tracks.

  “Yes, I remember.”

  “Then, I don’t have to tell you anything,” I said and smiled weakly at him.

  His brows were crossed now, he was trying to assess my face.

  “Okay, but if there’s something bothering you and you need me to leave, just say it,” he demanded. He wasn’t being arrogant, he was just stating a fact.

  I drank some more of the whisky and felt the liquid pass burningly down my throat. It settled in my belly somewhere, spreading a warm glow. Liquid courage. I needed it tonight.

  I’d spent the past three days daydreaming about this man and now he was standing in front of me. And within a few hours, he was going to be gone again. This was my
life now. It wasn’t casual and nor was it light. I shouldn’t have agreed to something I would fail miserably at.

  “Nothing’s bothering me,” I lied and Nico breathed in deeply.

  “Good, then take off your clothes, Kennedy,” he said.

  I was eager for the sex. I could barely keep myself from shaking when he looked at me like that. However, at the same time, I knew that the more time we spent together, the more I wanted from him.

  Eventually, I was going to go mad.

  ***

  I watched him take off his jacket and then his pants. It was like I was frozen to the spot. I couldn’t make myself move. I stared at him, at his chiseled delicious body coming into view.

  Nico’s thighs were muscular and strong, just the way his broad biceps were flexed. His waist was narrow and his stomach flat. He sported his six pack abs effortlessly. His clothes were now lying in a heap on the floor. His cock throbbed between his legs.

  I was still fully dressed.

  “Come here,” he said, in a deep gruff voice. I felt hypnotized but his voice snapped me out of it. I took a few steps towards him and he closed the gap between us.

  Grabbing my waist, he leaned me backwards while he kissed me. I had no other choice but to wrap my arms around his neck. I was sinking into that kiss. Every worry and trouble was chased out of my mind. The only thing I could do now was give myself up to him.

  Nico’s tongue inside my mouth felt strong and confident. He knew what he was doing. He knew what he was going to do with that giant cock hanging between his legs.

  As he kissed me, his other hand worked on the straps of my dress. He jerked them down my arms, peeling my dress off me. My breasts first sprang into view and he pulled his mouth away from me. He breathed in when he looked at them.

  I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight and he pinched my left nipple. Rolling it achingly between his fingers. I felt out of breath as I watched him. He was watching me too. Staring at the effect he had on my helpless body.