by Burke, Dez
But something at the back of his mind kept niggling at him, saying “what if?” What if she was willing to take a chance on him? And then what? Would he even be able to keep her safe? The thought chilled him to the bone. What if the Liberators found out about Kendra and tried to get to him through her? They certainly wouldn’t be above hurting a woman to destroy him.
His thoughts and deepest fears went round and round in his mind. There had to be a way to have it all. He was a talented lawyer and had been known in the Public Defender’s office for being able to work through difficult problems methodically and analytically. He told himself this situation was no different. All he needed to do was calm the fuck down over potentially losing Kendra and think of a solution.
Eventually the answer became clear. If by some miracle he was able to convince Kendra to give him a chance, the threat from the Liberators would have to be eliminated immediately and permanently. No matter what the cost.
The MC would have to take them out. Every fucking last one of them. There would be no survivors. It was time for him to step up beside Jesse and take a leadership role.
If Kendra stayed with him, the only way he could keep her safe was to not rest until every last Liberator was dead.
It was time for the Steel Infidels to go to war.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Flint stepped up behind Kendra, who was brushing her teeth at the bathroom sink. He wrapped his strong arms around her and leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
He breathed in deeply. “You smell good,” he murmured into her ear.
Kendra laughed and rinsed out her toothbrush. “Like mint?” she replied. She caught his eyes in the mirror and stilled for a moment. Good Lord! She could get used to this - sharing bathroom space with Flint in the morning after a night of hot sex. His black hair was tousled where she’d run her hands through it so many times she’d lost count.
She would never tire of touching him, of running her hands over his hard tattooed muscles. Not even in a million years. Being with a man like Flint could be dangerously addictive, and that thought scared the hell out of her.
“Kendra?” he said, his tone suddenly serious.
“Hmmm....”
He pushed the thick hair off her neck and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Do you want to be my girl?” he asked.
Kendra smiled teasingly at him in the mirror. “Your girl? You mean like in sixth grade, want to go steady sort of thing?”
Flint nibbled on her ear. “Sort of.”
Kendra leaned back into him and wrapped her arms around his. “I’ll admit I haven’t been active in the dating scene much in the past few years, but don’t couples usually date awhile first? You know, go out on a few dates, then eventually get around to talking about being in a monogamous relationship and only dating each other?”
“Probably,” Flint replied. “I suspect that would be how other people would do it.”
Kendra lifted her eyebrows. “And we’re not like other people?”
Flint turned her around in his arms so she was facing him. “I think you already know we’re definitely not like other people. I realize this is sudden and crazy fast. All I know is that the thought of you being with another man, like you were with me last night makes me feel...” He hesitated for the right word before finding it. “Murderous.”
He placed his forehead against hers and slid his hands down to cup her ass. “So I’m asking you again,” he said. “Will you be my girl?”
Kendra slid her hands up his chest and traced the beginnings of the tattoo on his shoulders. “What exactly does that mean? Your girl? I need more clarification.”
Flint laughed, the deep rumbling vibrating against her breasts. “It means it will be you and me, darling. Just you and me. You would be my girl and I would be your guy.” He placed a slow, warm kiss on her lips. “Your only guy,” he added for emphasis.
Damn, how she liked the sound of that. Flint. Her guy.
It was weird how her whole world had changed in a weekend. She’d spent a lifetime being the good girl, the responsible girl who made the best grades and worked harder than everyone else. Never letting go or being free with her actions because of how other people might look at her or disapprove.
She needed something wild and crazy to shake up her comfortable and boring life.
She wanted to live, and more importantly, to feel alive.
She wanted Flint. And even more than that, deep down Kendra realized she needed him.
“How do you see this working out between us?” she asked, still a tad unsure and hesitant. “You have to admit our lives are so different. What about our families and our friends? How will we fit into each other’s lives?”
Flint shook his head slowly, rubbing his forehead against hers. “I don’t know, darling,” he replied honestly. “All I can tell you is that I play for keeps. All you have to do is trust in me and I will do whatever I have to do to make it work. Give us a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”
Kendra stared into his compelling eyes and realized that he meant every word. He was willing to try and by God, so was she.
Kendra placed her hands tenderly on both sides of his face. The green eyes that dazzled her from the very first instant looked back at her now, worried and waiting.
“I’ll be your girl,” she answered with a smile. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out.”
****
Flint felt a dark and heavy load lift from his shoulders with her words. Kendra was giving him the chance he so desperately needed. He couldn’t imagine what he’d done lately to deserve it, but he was sure as hell glad. Maybe his karma had built up from his years as a public defender. He certainly wasn’t going to waste a second questioning why.
Flint took her arms and linked them behind his neck before leaning down and claiming her lips. Her lips felt as soft and juicy as he’d remembered. His heart thudded as she opened her mouth eagerly to his ravenous onslaught. Kendra tasted like no woman he’d ever kissed before. It drove him mad and immediately had him so hard and thick he throbbed.
He wanted her. Desperately.
“Kendra,” Flint said with a groan as he tore his lips from hers moments later, his breathing ragged. “You’re making me insane. I don’t know how you do what you do to me. Please don’t ever stop.”
He slid his hands underneath her shirt and heard the quick catch of her breath. Instead of stopping him, she placed her hands over his and guided them up her stomach until her heavy breasts filled his hands. She closed her eyes and moaned.
He felt her nipples peak into hard, tight tips as he grazed them with his fingertips.
“The things I want to do to you, Kendra.” He nibbled her ear and told her how deep and hard he wanted to fuck her. How she drove him crazy with need. How she made him so hard and stiff he couldn’t get enough of her sweet, tight pussy.
Flint’s hands let go of her breasts to strip off his jeans, revealing every tight and hard toned muscle. Kendra stared in awe. There wasn’t a trace of fat; he was all ripped and rock solid. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that this man...this incredibly hot, sexy male wanted her as his. For keeps, he’d said...
He turned to step into the shower, leaving Kendra with a view of his broad upper back and shoulders covered from one side to the other with the Steel Infidels tattoo and his tight, perfect ass. All she could do was stare. His raw masculinity left her breathless.
After turning on the water and adjusting the temperature, he turned and held out his hand to her. The look on his face spelled an intent that sent a coil of need tightening within her belly. Oh shit! Her hair would get all messed up and his bandage couldn’t get wet. All the reasons why she shouldn’t strip off her shirt and step into the shower with him ran through her mind.
Screw it! No way in hell was she turning him down. A woman would be insane to even think about it. She tugged her flannel shirt over her head and took his hand. Flint smiled and drew her under
the water with him.
He pulled her close and turned her around so that he could leisurely soap her back, his warm hands lathering the slippery bar over her shoulders and down her arms. He drew her back against him and reached around to soap her stomach and down between her legs. Kendra closed her eyes and braced her arms against the tile wall of the shower for support.
Flint put down the bar of soap and massaged her breasts, kneading their fleshy mounds and tugging on the nipples. “Have I told you how much I love your big nipples?” he mumbled into her shoulder.
“Yes,” Kendra gasped. “But you can tell me again.”
“Good,” he replied. “Because I love talking about them. There are so many ways to describe your nipples. Rigid...swollen... turgid...irresistible.” With each word, he squeezed the tips and rolled them between his finger and thumb. Kendra melted into him, afraid her legs were going to crumble out from under her.
Flint nibbled on her neck, moving one hand from her nipple and down her stomach. His hand slid further still and cupped her sex, pressing her back against him. Kendra whimpered when his fingers parted her swollen, wet pussy lips. He found her clit and rubbed it in circles. “Oh God! Flint,” she panted.
Trapped between the tile wall and his rock-hard body, Kendra felt her senses swim, overwhelmed by his male dominance. Tucked between the globes of her buttocks was the unmistakable length of his straining erection and he felt even harder, bigger than she remembered. Kendra writhed against him. The carnal movement caused him to swell even thicker. She wantonly pushed and undulated her ass into Flint again.
“Are you wet yet, Kendra? Because I’m already rock-hard for you,” Flint growled with his lips in her ear. If her pussy wasn’t already soaking wet with desire, it would have been after his words. She loved it when he talked dirty.
He moved her slightly to the side and out of the direct spray of the water. Kneeling down behind her, he spread her ass cheeks wide with his hands. His tongue settled over her slit before lapping up and down her wet entrance. Kendra’s thighs trembled and she was grateful when he tightened his grip on her ass to hold her steady. Flint stroked her cunt with his tongue like he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Oh!” she cried out. “Flint! What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, he buried his face deeper into her ass and worked his tongue into her pussy. Kendra’s mouth opened in soundless ecstasy as he swept his tongue from her pussy lips all the way up to her ass.
She gasped when he licked her there, not expecting something so carnal and wickedly taboo. Flint was driving her insane. She didn’t want it to stop. Kendra ground her ass into his face and moaned in appreciation.
Flint stroked a finger into her cunt and drew her hot juices up to lubricate her ass. He lifted his head and slowly inserted a finger into her tight anal ring, bit by bit, giving her time to relax and adjust before going all the way in. Kendra gasped at the delicious feeling of fullness. Damn! No man had ever done that to her before. She was amazed at how good it felt. Flint continued to take her places she’d never been sexually. She bit her lips to keep from crying out.
“Don’t hold back,” he gritted out. “Every sound you make drives me fucking insane.”
Everything faded except for the feel of Flint’s hands as he fucked her ass and pussy forcefully with his fingers. At that moment, nothing mattered to Kendra but the unbelievable sensations Flint was invoking in her. When she thought she couldn’t stand up a minute longer without crumbling into a heap, he withdrew his fingers and nudged her feet further apart.
Flint bent her slightly forward with her hands against the tile wall. “Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he said. “I can’t wait a second longer.” Before he finished his sentence, he had already thrust himself into her slippery, hot pussy with a loud grunt. With another short thrust, he was buried all the way up to the hilt.
Kendra cried out loudly this time at the deep contact, the sound echoing off the tile walls. Her pussy gripped his cock and Flint groaned deeply in appreciation. He began to move, fucking her hard with powerful, long thrusts. His arm wrapped around her stomach so she wouldn’t slip.
Kendra closed her eyes, hearing nothing but the sound of Flint ravaging her pussy, his labored breathing as he fought to maintain control, and the loud smacks of his cock into her juicy wetness.
“I can’t believe how fucking good you feel!” Flint muttered, his thrusts becoming more primal and savage. “You’re driving me out of my mind.” He sank in as deeply as possible and they both gasped for breath. “Tell me what you need,” he said before leaning down and biting her shoulder sharply. “Anything you want.”
“Just fuck me, Flint,” Kendra panted out between breaths. “Hard and fast.”
He slammed into her roughly, causing her breasts to swing wildly. “Oh yes, that’s good,” Kendra gasped. “That’s it,” she babbled, almost out of her mind with the overwhelming sensations racking her body. “Oh God!”
Flint slid his hand down her stomach and parted her pussy lips to reveal her clit. Flint rubbed the sensitive nub vigorously while ramming into her from behind with loud grunts. He increased the pressure on her clit while murmuring in her ear. “Scream my name,” he urged, his hips moving faster. “Scream my name when you come for me.”
One more powerful thrust and her orgasm hit her. “Flint!” she yelled, unraveling in a pool of bliss. “I’m coming! Flint! Fuck! Fuck!”
That was all it took for Flint to become completely undone. He came deep inside her with a loud shout, his cock throbbing and twitching with each pulse. Kendra’s pussy walls clenched and unclenched around him, milking him until there was nothing left.
Instead of pulling out, he stayed deep inside her. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “I’m not ready to let you go.” Nuzzling her neck, he reached up to lovingly caress her breast. “Not ever.”
****
They remained snuggled tightly against each other until the water eventually became cooler. Kendra giggled. “You realize any second now we’re going to be hit with ice cold water,” she said. “We should probably get out and dry off before that happens. I’m not a fan of cold showers.”
“There may be lots of cold showers in my future,” Flint said. “Unless I can convince you to stay in bed with me all day long.” He rocked against her and she felt his cock growing hard again inside her. “I told you I can’t get enough of you,” he growled into her hair. “Seriously. I’m insatiable where you’re concerned.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Kendra replied. She yelped when the water suddenly turned ice cold. Flint laughed, finally withdrawing from her with a regretful sigh. He stepped out of the shower and she followed right behind him. Grabbing a couple of towels, he threw her one and wrapped the other around his waist. Droplets of water dripped from his hair and slid down his chest. Kendra stared, mesmerized.
Flint’s cell phone buzzed in his jeans, which were lying on the floor. “Shit!” he said. “Ignore it.”
The phone buzzed again.
“It’s okay,” Kendra said, quickly towelling off. “You’d better check it. The call might be important.”
Flint sighed and pulled the phone out of his pocket. “Jesse?” he answered. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder while he tugged on his jeans. “What’s up?” He listened quietly for a moment. “When? Now? Jesus Christ! You know the road up the mountain is one way, right? How far away are you? We’re leaving now.”
Flint clicked the phone shut and grabbed Kendra’s hand. He half-pulled, half-dragged her out of the bathroom.
“We need to hurry. Put on your clothes and grab the guns. Does your truck have a four-wheel drive?”
Kendra looked bewildered. “Yes, of course, but why do you need to know?”
Flint grabbed his shirt off the back of a chair and slipped it over his head. “The Liberators know where we are. They’re on their way here now.” He shrugged into his leather jacket and patted the side pocket for the pistol he always kept th
ere. “Jesse and the rest of the crew are heading this way, but they’re about twenty-five minutes away. We need to get off this fucking mountain before the Liberators get here.”
Kendra’s eyes grew wide. “The road is iced over. And it’s barely wide enough for one vehicle in some places.”
“I know. That’s why I asked about the four-wheel drive. Give me your keys, I’m driving.”
Kendra reached into her purse and threw him the keys. She already had her coat on and was heading for the door. She picked up the pistol and shotgun from the table. They hadn’t been touched since she’d placed them there.
Flint held the door open for her. “You know how to shoot both guns?” he asked.
“Damn right I do,” she answered firmly. “My Daddy taught me how to shoot a gun when I was ten years old.”
“Kendra, if you need to use them, don’t hesitate.”
Kendra struggled to fight down the cold fear settling around her chest and threatening to choke off her breath. The Liberators were on their way to kill Flint.
Her guy.
Though she had never knowingly harmed another living creature, she understood in a heartbeat what needed to be done. She moved the safety on both guns to the off position. She already knew they were loaded.
To protect Flint, she would kill.
Without thinking or hesitation.
She glanced around the cabin one last time. Things would never be the same again.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
LIBERATED (Steel Infidels Book 2)
By Dez Burke
Liberated Prologue
Kendra struggled to fight down the cold fear settling around her chest and choking off her breath. The Liberators were on their way to kill Flint.