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

by Natasha Thomas

  “Let’s go home. We can argue over who loves who more in bed because I don’t plan on letting you out of it anytime soon,” he declares, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me out to the car.

  Yes, home sounds good because for the first time ever, I actually feel like I have one.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  ~ Cash ~

  “Men may wear the pants, but ultimately it’s women who control the zipper. Moral of the story; only bitch about your partner when they can’t hear you.”

  – Jump to Cash

  My dream of having a family, one that isn’t made up of only my brother and me, is finally coming true. It’s surreal when I think about how long it’s taken and the road I had to travel to get here. But when it’s all said and done, I’d do it all over again if it meant I would end up where I am now. And I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.

  There is a tiny part of me, almost insignificant if it weren’t for the fact it’s plaguing me that refuses to accept my good fortune. No matter how much I try to ignore it, deny its existence, it’s always there, nagging at the back of my mind.

  The mind is a powerful thing. It’s capable of complex thought processes, but at the same time, it’s skilled in creating illusions – making you see things that aren’t there. That’s how I felt about, Kennedy sometimes. If I opened my eyes, would she still be there? Or would I simply be left with the lingering scent of her perfume on my sheets, and a hole in my heart? Is she a figment of my desperate imagination, or am I really that fucking lucky?

  I’ve been lonely for so long, even though I didn’t recognize it. It’s strange when you think about it. I’m surrounded by people every day, everywhere I go, and still, I’ve never felt more alone than during the last eighteen years. Since my mom died. And that’s the crux of it, isn’t it?

  Psychoanalyzing isn’t usually my thing – I prefer to bottle shit up than sit and dissect it – but the truth is, the day mom died, so did my sense of safety and security. Everything I knew, everything I depended on was no more. So it’s understandable that in my mind there’s a direct link between protection and family because that’s what I lost when I lost her.

  My reaction to seeing Kennedy in that alley was the first time since losing mom that I felt anything remotely similar. The overwhelming urge to protect a girl I didn’t know, who was clearly terrified of me all but consumed me. If I delved into it deeper, I’d probably find that by protecting Kennedy, I was trying to conjure some of the same kind of emotion I had with my mom. Not that it matters. I couldn’t care less why I did it as long as she was okay.

  And she is. Here in my arms, Kennedy is more than okay.

  Carrying her up to our bathroom, I sit her on the edge of the vanity and let my eyes marvel at the sheer perfection of her. Long legs, luscious curves, full, heavy tits, and beautiful pouty lips. This woman is more than every man’s wet dreams; she’s all my dreams rolled up into one delicious package.

  My cock stands up and takes notice when I pause on the swell of her tits, pushing against the thin material of her tank top. Kennedy’s nipples are tight, beaded points, not even close to being hidden from view by the lacy bra she put on this morning.

  I use my palm to adjust myself, but can’t help rubbing up and down my shaft a few times to try and relieve the ache. I should know by now it won’t work. My cock knows is too.

  Kennedy’s eyes drop to the bulge in the front of my jeans, licking her lips hungrily as she watches me halfheartedly jerk myself off. If I weren't so desperate to be inside her, I’d take my cock in my hand and give her a show. But that’s not what I want right now. What I want is to be deep inside her pussy as she screams my name, and begs me for more.

  With one last stroke, squeezing the head, I unbuckle my belt letting it drop open with an audible clang. My hand lingers at the button of my jeans asking,

  “Do you want my cock or my mouth, gorgeous?”

  Kennedy isn’t shy in the bedroom or wherever else we happen to be fucking at the time. She is open, uninhibited, free, and utterly magnificent. Hearing her tell me to eat her out, fuck her ass while I finger her, and all manner of dirty, filthy sexual acts I’m all too happy to comply with is hotter than hell.

  Just like now.

  “I want you to fuck me with your huge cock. Hard,” she swallows reflexively as I pull my cock free from my pants. Pre-come is already beading on the head, dripping down my shaft. She knows what she’s saying is getting to me; it always does.

  My restraint isn’t worth shit as she wriggles off the vanity and onto the floor to kneel in front of me. My cock is aimed directly at her mouth, sticking straight out from my body, straining to reach her. I swear to fuck, it grows even harder watching her strip her shirt over her head, and seeing her gorgeous tits uncovered as she unhooks her bra and discards it.

  Fisting my hands in her hair, I try to guide her to where I need her most. I need her lips wrapped around me, her saliva lubing up my shaft as I pump inside her mouth, fucking it with everything I have. But it doesn’t look like I’m getting my way. Kennedy untangles my fingers from her dark locks, placing both of my palms on my thighs.

  Raising an eyebrow, Kennedy runs her tongue over her lips and reached for the base of my shaft.

  “No touching. Keep your hands there. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come. If not,” she doesn’t finish with words, merely a shrug.

  There’s no pause between her shrug and running her tongue from base to tip. Kennedy laps at the head, swirling my come over it and painting it across her lips. Her hand moves in time with her head. Sure strokes and licks that light a fire in my veins making me want to thrust into the cavern of her mouth, yet not hard enough for me to find my release.

  Kennedy tilts her head, adjusting the angle she’s taking me in and swallows me whole. Long, deep, dragging pulls, stimulating every one of my piercings as her throat rhythmically works to heighten my pleasure.

  My fingers itch. No, they burn to guide her to take me harder. I want to come down the back of her throat, then pull out just before I’m done and have her jerk the rest of my load all over her gorgeous tits. But for her, only for Kennedy do I do as I’m told.

  She gags on my length causing tears to gather at the corner of her eyes. I want to wipe them away, but that’s breaking her rules, and I’m so close that I don’t want to risk her stopping.

  Groaning deeply, I feel the heat lick at my balls as Kennedy flattens her tongue, massaging the vein on the underside of my dick. With any luck, this is making her just as wet as I am horny, because if she’s not finished playing in a minute that might be a problem. My patience for this game has almost run out, I need her now. Not her mouth, albeit that’s fucking sensational, it’s her cunt I want wrapped around me now.

  Her smooth movements falter when I growl,

  “Get up and get on the bed on your hands and knees.” This is one of her favorite positions, so she doesn’t hesitate to stand up and scoot around me to make her way to the bed.

  Positioned exactly as I told her to; I revel at the sight of her ass displayed so beautifully for me. Jesus, her ass is a fucking masterpiece. My cock seems to agree with me too, throbbing, hard and flushed a deep red. Kneeling behind her between her calves, I run my hands over her ass, stroking the supple flesh before bringing my arm back and landing a solid smack to one cheek.

  Kennedy whimpers, but not in pain. We’ve played around with me spanking her before, and even though it took her a while to admit it out of embarrassment, she fucking loves it. Half a dozen good, hard smacks and my woman is dripping wet, needy, and desperate to take my cock any which way I’ll give it to her.

  “Shh,” I hush her when she cries out loudly. “Bite down on the pillow if it’s getting too much for you, but I’m not stopping, gorgeous. You earned yourself a punishment when you didn’t let me come in your mouth.”

  “But, but,” she stammers, cut off by another swift slap only lower this time.

  I reach around between
her legs and begin stroking her distended clit. The little bundle of nerves is begging for release just like the rest of her, but it will have to wait. Pushing one finger and then another into her, until finally, I have three lodged deep inside her cunt, my thumb grinds down on her clit.

  Sliding my cock between her ass cheeks, I fit my dick to her entrance and slam into her with a single thrust. Blood rushes in my ears and my heart pounds. I can barely breathe at the sensation of her walls clamping down around me. Kennedy has the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy I’ve ever been inside.

  I pull back, dragging across her G-spot as I retreat until just the head is all that’s left inside. Thrusting back in, I bottom out and growl as Kennedy moans. I repeat the motion over and over again until she’s writhing and clawing at the sheets, begging me to let her come. It gives me more pleasure than I can ever explain to be able to do this to her. Drive her wild. Make her beg.

  Kennedy’s eyes flutter shut as I begin pounding into her in earnest. Our rhythm is perfect, meeting each other stroke for stroke when she pushes her ass back into my hips as I slam forward. But I want more. I want to push her to her limits. Her breaking point. I want to own all of her.

  Gathering her juices on my fingers, I bring them around to tease the sweet pucker of her ass. This we’ve also done before, just in reverse. I’ve had my cock in her ass, but strangely, this, my finger makes her body stiffen in fear.

  Bending down to nip her earlobe, I reassure her,

  “I’ll never hurt you, baby. Never. I am going to fuck your ass while my cock is buried deep in your tight, little cunt, though.”

  “Marshall,” she whimpers, unconsciously pushing into my hand.

  I know she wants this. I know she wants me to push her boundaries, and I will. Skimming two fingers covered in come up and down her crack, I rim her and gently apply pressure until the tip slips inside. The ring of muscle protests, but thrusting my hips forward to distract her, I managed to get one finger all the way inside her ass down to the last knuckle.

  She squirms on my dick and her inner walls spasm while I tease her clit again, but this time with my other hand. I need more lube to get a second finger into her. My hand caresses across her hip and over the perfectly rounded flesh of her ass, only stopping long enough to smear her juices around the rosette of her asshole so that I can work my other finger in there.

  “Oh God,” she quivers, the second finger working its magic. I fucking knew she’d get off on this. “Please, Marshall. I need…”

  “What do you need, gorgeous?” I groan, feeling her cunt ripple ruthlessly making me suddenly aware of how close to the edge she is.

  Kennedy shudders violently, whimpering,

  “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Now!”

  Everything after that is a blur. Skin slaps together, slickened by sweat. Her tits swing beneath her with every thrust of my hips. My cock pulses and my balls pull up tight waiting for the exact moment so that I can come with her. The fingers buried in her ass move in time with the stroke of my dick in her cunt. They slide in as I glide out. It’s perfect. It’s carnal. It’s passionate. It’s us.

  Kennedy has a stranglehold on my cock by the time her pussy can’t take anymore. Her walls clamp down almost forcing my dick from her slick heat, and I can’t hold back. One, two, three more thrusts and I’m blowing my load, probably losing brain cells while I’m at it, my orgasm is that powerful.

  *****

  We collapse onto the bed after that; sated, sweaty, wrapped in each other. I stroke her damp hair back from her face and smile down at her. Kennedy’s eyes are still hazy from her climax, her lips red and swollen from taking my cock between them. And I love it. I love this look on her. But what I love more is that I’m the lucky bastard who gets to put it there.

  Breaking the comfortable silence, I muse,

  “So a baby, hey?”

  If Kennedy thought I’d be upset about the news, she’s dead wrong. I had my suspicions she was pregnant already, but hearing them confirmed took my breath away. I’m surprised she didn’t notice the changes in her body, though. I thought that would have been a dead giveaway, but apparently, she was just as clueless as Zara accused her of being.

  Her tits are fuller, and her nipples are a couple of shades darker than their usual cherry red. She’s been sleeping more, eating more, and I’d be hard pressed to fuck her more than I have been of late. Not that I’m complaining about that last one.

  Kennedy strokes my jaw using her fingernails to scratch through the stubble on my cheeks.

  “Yes. A baby. How do you feel about that? Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear; I don’t need that.”

  Maybe I didn’t do this right. Maybe I should have dropped to the ground and worshiped at her feet in the diner so she would understand just how fucking happy her carrying my baby makes me. I could have tried to explain it to her using every flowery sentiment I’ve ever heard in those chick flicks she loves so much, but I’ve never been good with words.

  I’ll have to try now, though because I can’t have her going a second longer thinking that this isn’t one of the best moments of my entire life.

  “Kennedy,” I command, urging her to look at me. “Hopefully, this is enough to put your mind at ease, but if it’s not, then I’ll just have to keep telling you until you believe me.

  Grinning widely at her, I wink.

  “You better like being pregnant, gorgeous because I plan to keep you that way as often as I can and is healthy for you. If the doc says I can knock you up once a year, then prepare yourself, baby, because that’s what will happen. I can’t wait to see you round with our baby. I want to see you glow, watch you feed him, and rock him to sleep. You’re sexy as fuck now, but I’ve got a feeling you’re going to be even sexier when you’re nine months pregnant. Now, I’ll ask you. How do you think I feel about it?”

  Kennedy bursts out laughing, and I laugh right along with her. I wrap my arms around her, nuzzling my face into the side of her neck. I can feel her speaking. The vibrations as her throat works make my lips tingle, while I work them lazily up and down the length of it.

  “I’m glad, Cash,” she sighs. “Because I’m happy about it too. I’m not sure the baby is actually a him, though.”

  “He better be a him,” I growl, sinking my teeth into the sensitive skin behind her ear. “You can’t give me girls, gorgeous. I’d either be arrested or dead of a heart attack by the time they hit their teenage years. You don’t like guns, either, which would be a problem because I’d need a fuck of a lot more to protect my girls from boys who think they’re good enough to date my princesses.”

  “Oh, stop it,” she smirks, slapping my chest. “What’s with the melodramatics anyway? There are some good ones out there. Take Talon for example.”

  Staring at her in shock, my mouth moves, but nothing comes out. Eventually, I get my shit together enough to point out,

  “Ah, hate to break it to you, baby, but Talon’s only just learned how to pull his own dick. Give it time, he’ll work out it feels a hell of a lot better when it’s a woman’s hand wrapped around his cock, making him…”

  Kennedy obviously isn’t interested in hearing the rest of what I had to say, slamming her mouth to mine instead. Tangling her tongue with mine, I make love to her mouth the way I should have done to her pussy earlier. I don’t regret what we did. I never do. But I wish I’d taken the time to show her how much I love her with my body, not just my words afterward.

  Tearing my lips from hers, I watch her face closely as her vision comes back into focus, so I’m not prepared for the pinch she delivers to my ass.

  “Do not complete that sentence,” Kennedy warns. “The time will never come that I want to know what my son gets up to in the privacy of his own room. As long as he’s not doing drugs or planning a hostile takeover, I don’t want to hear about it.”

  Fair enough.

  Ruining the laidback after sex glow Kennedy has is the last thing I want to do, but I’ve got to as
k her about her conversation with Talon earlier.

  “Speaking of the kid; How'd he handle it?”

  *****

  There’s something immensely satisfying about kicking the shit out of someone. When it comes to the club, Gage takes care of most of the ‘wet work’ – code for mutilating someone so badly even their mom wouldn’t recognize them – while the rest of us stand back and watch. We get our shot at whoever it is before Gage finishes the job, which in most instances is enough for me to feel vindicated. But this time around, that wouldn’t even come close to sating the fury I feel toward my father.

  I was thankful Boss stood by and watched because there’s no way once I started in on him that I’d let him leave the meat shack alive. My father had caused too much pain, too much needless suffering; he’d fucking destroyed lives. And since the bitch called karma hadn’t seen fit to pay his ass a visit yet, I was more than happy to act on her behalf.

  Everything was heightened when I walked into the dank concrete pit the club uses to deal with situations like this; my hearing, my eyesight, my sense of smell. Everything. My senses hum in anticipation. My hands fist restlessly at the urge to strike out. If it weren’t for wanting to appear detached when I look the motherfucker in the eyes, I’d be bouncing on the balls of my feet; I’m filled with that much pent up energy.