Vengeance MC Box Set - Volume 2: Gage ~ Cash ~ Knight (Vengeance MC series Book 8)

by Natasha Thomas

  Watching the myriad of emotions flash across her face, I hold my breath and wait for Kennedy to make her choice. Waiting, hoping, silently begging her choice is me.

  Finally finding her voice, Kennedy takes my hand in hers.

  “Is it wrong for me to ask for time? Not because I don’t want you, I do more than anything, it’s just that I can’t think straight with you standing there half naked.”

  I won’t lie and say her turning me down doesn’t sting, but at least, it’s not a definite no. Just as I’m about to back away, Kennedy surprises me again.

  “I want to try something, though. If it’s okay with you, that is. I mean, I haven’t done it before, so I probably won’t be any good at it, and I’ll completely understand if you say no because I’m sure guys like you…”

  Slanting my head, I press my lips to hers, successfully cutting her off. A rambling Kennedy is cute, but I have to find out what she wants and then get the fuck out of here before my cock explodes.

  Kennedy’s lips part, giving me all the invitation I need to dip my tongue inside. She tastes like toothpaste and coffee, with a hint of the cherry lip gloss I see her swiping on every so often. I get acquainted with her tongue as I gently caress the warm skin of her stomach with the hand that isn’t busy stroking down the smooth column of her throat.

  Breaking apart, my thumb traces the curve of her perfect bow-shaped lips, fascinated by how swollen and pouty they’ve become with just a few minutes of attention.

  “You’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you, gorgeous? I might not know everything about you, but I know enough to know your body wants me just as badly as mine wants yours. This is happening, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not, baby. I won’t push you, but if you’re honest with yourself, you know I’m right.”

  “As much as it pains me to say this, you’re right,” she sighs. “We’ve only known each other for less than two months, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t deny I how attracted I am to you, Cash. I want you for more than a quick fuck, which is why I want to take this, whatever this is slowly.”

  Flicking her earlobe then taking into my mouth and biting down softly, I murmur,

  “I’ll give you anything and everything you want, Kennedy. Say the word and it’s yours.”

  Goosebumps rise up on the surface of her skin at the husky tone of my voice, making me proud and turning me the fuck on at the same time. I love the way I affect her, the way her body curves into mine, begging me to do it again.

  “I’m glad you said that,” she whispers back. “I was hoping you would because that will make what I’m going to ask you a whole lot less embarrassing.”

  “Never be embarrassed with me,” I state fiercely, licking my way down her neck.

  Kennedy runs her fingers through my hair, scratching her nails across my scalp as my lips hit her clavicle and begin to suck.

  “I want to make you come,” she utters on a moan, tightening her grip on my hair.

  Snapping my head up, I’m taken aback at her request. Of all the things I thought she’d ask me, that wasn’t one of them.

  “Fuck,” I hiss.

  “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything,” she mumbles quietly.

  “No,” I all but bark. “Jesus, no, that’s not why I said fuck, baby. God,” I groan, my heart speeding up until I’m sure she’ll hear the dull thud reverberate off the walls. “You still don’t get it, do you?” Shaking her head shyly, Kennedy looks up at me with tears shimmering in her wide gray eyes.

  Using my thumbs, I wipe them away and explain,

  “Just the thought of having your hands or mouth on me has me about to come in my pants like a fucking teenager. I haven’t done that since I was just a kid who didn’t know what it felt like to be buried inside a woman’s tight, wet cunt. But you, you’ve got me closer to the edge with just a few kisses, and I don’t want to scare you with how much I want you.”

  “What do you mean, scare me?” Kennedy questions tentatively. “You’d never hurt me, Cash. That’s one thing I’m absolutely sure of.”

  “You’re right,” I agree, cupping her face tenderly in my palms. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you, but I’m assuming it’s been a while for you, and in the grand scheme of things it has been for me too.”

  I can see Kennedy doesn’t believe me when she rolls her eyes, which only makes me want to bend her over the side of the bed, take off her sexy, pink panties and spank her beautiful ass for doubting me.

  Palming my cock, I give it a rough squeeze, willing myself to calm down.

  “I’ll always be honest with you, baby, so trust me when I say that I haven’t fucked anyone since I first laid eyes on you at Rough Shod when you came in looking for Talon. You’re all I’ve been able to see, awake or asleep. I dream about you, baby. How soft your skin is, how you’ll taste when I get my mouth on you, if you’ll scream or whimper for me. You fucking consume me, gorgeous.”

  “Then let me take care of you for a change,” she pleads, walking the fingers of one hand down my chest. “For weeks you’ve been looking after me and making sure I have everything I need, it’s my turn to give you what you need now.”

  As Kennedy’s hand dips into the waistband of my sweats, I still her progression by covering it with my own.

  “If you don’t like it, want to stop for any reason just say the word, and we’ll stop.”

  “Sit on the edge of the bed please,” she requests, more forcefully than I’d expected all things considered.

  Following her command, I wait with bated breath as Kennedy kneels between my legs and nudges them further apart. Tugging at my sweats, I lift my ass off the bed, allowing her to slide them down and remove them completely.

  I don’t think it comes as much of a surprise to her that I’m commando underneath. My cock was practically saluting her after all. However, I barely have the chance to admire how sexy she looks before Kennedy grips the base of my shaft in her hand, and the head of my cock in her mouth.

  Her wicked little tongue peeks out between her lips, teasing the slit, causing a drop of pre-come to bead at the tip which she readily licks off. Moaning low in the back of her throat, Kennedy bobs her head up and down, testing how far she can take me before her gag reflex kicks in.

  “Tug on the bars with your teeth, baby,” I instruct, cupping her cheek in my hand.

  Doing as she’s told, Kennedy takes one of the balls at the end of the piercing closest to the head of my cock. The feel of her teeth rasping over the sensitive flesh, causes me to shudder. Sparks of pleasure coupled with pain jolt through my shaft, making my balls ache and draw up tight when Kennedy manipulates all of the bars running the length of my dick.

  I’m helpless to do anything but arch further into her mouth. The sensations are too much for me to be able to hold back my orgasm much longer. It’s been too long, and Kennedy’s hot little mouth feels too good.

  “Baby,” I groan as she swallows the tip until it bumps against the back of her throat. “If you don’t want me to blow my load between those pretty lips of yours, then you better pull back.”

  Kennedy moans around my cock and the vibrations travel directly to my balls.

  “I want to taste you,” she whispers, lapping the come that’s now leaking steadily.

  Taking my cock in hand, I give it a few rough jerks, squeezing so that my tip is completely covered in come. Guiding myself back to her mouth, I spread across her lips and watch as she greedily laps it up.

  What was hot as hell, turns downright fucking pornographic when I see Kennedy’s delicate fingers dip into her panties, two of them disappearing inside her pussy with ease.

  “Take them off,” I demand. “You’re going to make yourself come while I feed you my cock one inch at a time.” Her body strings tight at the rough edge to my voice, but she complies nonetheless.

  Finally getting my first glimpse of her, my gaze zeros in on the tight bud of her clit.

  “Knees wider, and use two fingers to spread you pussy open
for me. Let me see how wet you are. I bet you’re soaked; aren’t you baby?”

  Holy shit, she’s fucking dripping!

  The creamy white skin of her inner thighs is saturated with her juices, and while I’d like nothing more than to lick up every last drop and fuck her with my tongue, I want to find out how far Kennedy will let me take this more.

  “Now, with the other hand, push two fingers inside your cunt and get them nice and wet for me. When they’re covered in your cream, I want you to hold them up so I can lick them clean,” I say, continuing to stroke my cock.

  After mere seconds, Kennedy’s fingers emerge glistening with wetness as she offers them to me like the good girl she is. Taking one and then the other into my mouth, I suck them clean reveling in the taste of her on my tongue. Sweet with a hint of musk explodes on my taste buds, and I almost find myself begging for more.

  “You taste so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you. Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue,” I tell her, watching as her eyes dilate even further until the gray of her iris is almost non-existent. “I’m going to jerk myself off into your perfect mouth, and you’re going to swallow every drop while I watch you fuck your hand.”

  The first spurts of come leave the head of my cock as soon as Kennedy thrusts three fingers inside herself. Whimpering at the intrusion, the wet suctioning sound of her hand furiously working herself to climax has me emptying myself into her mouth.

  Growling at her, I grate out,

  “Use your heel of your palm and rub your clit. I want to see your juices dripping down your hand when you come, Kennedy.”

  It only takes a few more seconds before she tips over the edge into orgasm, her mouth forming the perfect O as Kennedy throws her head back with a silent scream.

  Swiping my come off her chin, I feed it to her using the head of my cock, but I can’t reach the load on her chest. With one hand still wrapped around my shaft, I smear the remnants of my orgasm across the upper swell and the valley of her tits, and over her nipples.

  Pinching them hard enough to earn a throaty moan, I say,

  “I’m still hard, baby. I’ve got more to give you, but I don’t think you can handle it,” I goad, teasing her.

  Kennedy cups her breasts, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, leaving her pussy lonely and empty.

  “Climb up onto my lap and straddle my thighs.” At her sharp intake of breath, I reassure her, “No penetration, baby. Not unless my fingers count.”

  Waiting to see what she’ll do, my cock continues to harden until it’s pointing straight up and throbbing with the need for release. Seeing the effect she has on me must trigger something inside Kennedy, almost as if a switch is flipped because one second she’s staring at me unsure of herself, and the next, she’s wide open on my lap with my fingers buried in her cunt.

  And that’s how we spend the remaining hour and a half – me bringing her to climax over and over again, and Kennedy sucking me off twice more before letting me paint her tits with my come.

  Before we know it, Jump starts banging on my bedroom door to let us know the guys are here, putting an end to naked playtime for now. I can promise you this, though. After seeing Kennedy in the throes of orgasm, nothing short of dying will keep me from convincing her of what I already know.

  She’s mine, and I’ve always been hers.

  CHAPTER TEN

  ~ Kennedy ~

  “If I’m still able to walk to the kitchen after sex, then you don’t deserve a sandwich.”

  – Truth

  I pull my clothes on in a rush, trying not to look at Cash for fear that I’ll die of mortification. It’s not so much that I’m embarrassed by what we did; how could I be? It, he was amazing. My cheeks are still flushed, and my heart is racing, that’s how fantastic it was.

  No, my mini freak out isn’t due to embarrassment, more like self-consciousness over how brazen I was. I mean, who strips naked in front of a man they barely know, who they aren’t sure is even interested in them. Me, that’s who.

  Forget the fact that aside from Talon’s conception, I haven’t slept with a man before, which based on a technicality remains true. The level of intimacy I experienced just now with Cash, surpasses anything and everything I imagined when I eventually allowed myself to trust a man.

  The way his hands ghosted over every inch of my exposed skin like a whisper, him movements gentle, caring, loving even. Cash’s mouth on my neck, my chest, along the length of each thigh, drove me insane with need. I would have given anything for him to take me, show me what sex could be like when you care about the person you have it with, but somehow he knew I wasn’t ready yet.

  I’m relatively sure it wouldn’t have taken much to tempt Cash into changing his mind. He was testing the limits of his control with what we had already done. Cash’s body was insistent, and his eyes told me he was close to the point of no return. A little push, one more small temptation or sign from me and he would have happily taken the plunge. Figuratively and literally.

  “You alright, gorgeous?” Cash asks, skimming his fingers over my hips.

  Coming to a stop behind me, not leaving an inch of space between our bodies, the heat from Cash’s chest warms the skin of my back, and I sigh.

  “Yeah. Great.”

  My mind spins with questions that come out of nowhere and bombard me from every angle without mercy. What would have happened if Cash had turned me down after taking my clothes off in front of him? How could I look at him across the table in the morning without wanting to crawl into a hole? What if I slept with him and I wasn’t any good at it? Would he laugh? Would I cry? Would Talon look at me differently if he knew how quickly I gave myself to Cash?

  The answer to the last one is that Talon will never know. Can never know. But the rest? I’m driving myself crazy thinking about. I need to remind myself, Cash didn’t turn me down, he didn’t laugh at me or my inexperience, and thank God, I didn’t cry. That would have been humiliating in its own right.

  “We’ve got to get out there, baby. The guys are waiting for us, and I already missed a really fucking important meeting this morning. Do you want me to go on ahead and give you a few minutes?” Cash prompted when I’d fallen silent for too long.

  He really is very sweet sometimes, I muse. I wonder if his big, bad biker brothers ever see this side of him? That thought alone has me attempting to hide my smile because I highly doubt it. A man like Cash wouldn’t want his friends knowing how sensitive he is; it would likely ruin the bad boy image he’s spent years cultivating.

  “Yes, please,” I whisper, straightening my shirt. My hair is a whole other story. There’s no taming the thoroughly fucked hair style I’m currently rocking. I need a brush, a flat iron, and hairspray STAT.

  “Be quick, gorgeous. Throw some clothes on and follow me out.” Stroking the soft skin of my belly, Cash places a tender kiss on my shoulder saying, “We’ll finish what we started later. I’ve got plans for you, baby.”

  I try to suppress a full-body shiver with no success. Cash feels it and grinds his hips into me from behind to tell me he likes the idea just as much.

  “Go,” I urge, elbowing him lightly. “I’ll be out soon.” Because honestly, if he doesn’t leave now, I may not let him.

  *****

  Sarge’s living room which at any other time is spacious and uncluttered, with only a sectional, massive eighty-inch wall-mounted flat screen, and two bookcases is full to overflowing today.

  Fury, Boss, Gage, Maddox, Sarge, and a man they call Sly are all sitting on the couch or chairs brought in from the dining room while, Cash and Jump are standing with their head bowed in what looks to be a serious, possibly heated conversation beside the fireplace.

  They aren’t the only people here, however. Emily is sitting silently on Sarge’s recliner, the only other piece of furniture in the room. With a kind smile, Emily motions for me to take a seat on the armrest next to her.

  Before I arrived in Furn
ace, Diesel, Emily’s son was killed by a renegade rival MC member. That information is common knowledge; people talk, and a murder in an otherwise quiet town protected by bikers is a veritable goldmine when it comes to gossip and speculation.

  For the most part, the details surrounding his death and what happened to the men who killed him are unknown. The MC shut down the police investigation into the club by all voluntarily submitting to interviews, which turned out to be more along the lines of an interrogation than an informal conversation as was promised.

  Jump explained how his brothers were held without legal representation, regardless of them asking for their lawyers’ hours earlier. All of them were separated, locked in cells, and treated like criminals from the very beginning. Needless to say, none of them were willing to cooperate further after being released twenty-nine hours later.