KAT: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 6)

by Jessie Cooke

  “The bed’s nice. Let’s try out that couch over there now.”

  43

  David helped Kat to her feet and led her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. Kat straddled him and tried to get his cock into her pussy, but David wouldn’t let her. Instead, he put his fingers back down between her legs and while she slid back and forth against his rock-hard shaft, he played in the moisture between her lips and made her moan and gasp. Kat leaned in and kissed his lips lightly, and then rapidly, and then she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in tightly against her breasts and kissed his neck while he fingered her most intimate parts. She loved the way her nipples felt pressed against his hard chest…but she wanted more. With one last kiss and a long lick across his lips, she started licking, kissing, and sucking her way down his body.

  Kat licked down as far as his belly button and then laid her head against his stomach and brushed her fingers lightly across the head of his cock. David sucked in a breath through his teeth and bit down on his bottom lip. She ran her fingertips all the way down his shaft, and he opened his legs up wider. Her fingers traced a path down between his legs, and she began to tease and caress his sac and the sensitive skin along the insides of his thigh. She teased, tortured, and tantalized until at last, not able to stand it a second longer, David wrapped his fingers up in her hair and lifted her head up. Moving his hips, he pressed the head of his cock into her lips until she opened them and then, not so gently, he shoved it into her mouth. Kat smiled around it as she sucked it all the way in to the back of her throat. While she sucked him and he moved his hips up and down, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and squeezed gently. Her tongue was moving rapidly, licking the underside while she sucked. David was groaning and moaning, and he reached down and found her nipples and began to squeeze and tug on them while she sucked his raging cock.

  Kat felt him tug on her hair, trying to pull her back up. She gave his cock one long, last lick and then she climbed back up in his lap, sitting on his thighs and reaching down to take his cock back in her hand. She held onto it and stroked it while kissing and licking his lips. David took that as long as he could before finally taking charge and pulling her hand off him. He took it into his own hand and lifted her up with the other arm. Once she was directly over his cock, he lined himself up with her opening and Kat let herself be impaled by him. They both cried out in ecstasy and Kat leaned her forehead into his, just sitting there still in his lap, with him buried inside of her, for several long minutes. She opened her eyes and looked into his green ones and he smiled at her.

  “I love you so fucking much,” she whispered in a raspy voice.

  “I love you more,” he said.

  “Oh, shit, you want to fight about it?”

  He laughed. “Maybe later. Let’s fuck about it now.”

  “Mm, you got it.” Kat sat up straight with her knees folded on either side of his hard thighs and she began to ride him. David put his hands on the cheeks of her butt and massaged and squeezed them as she bounced up and down on top of him, striking bottom each time. David thrust his hips up to meet her and in an act that threatened to cause her head to explode, he slid his fingers down, found her clit, and took it between his thumb and forefinger. He was filling her up and pulling on her engorged clit and sucking on her neck, and Kat was so completely overstimulated that when the orgasm rushed through her body, she forgot they were in a public hotel and she screamed at the top of her lungs. David looked slightly shocked, but then he just grinned and kept fucking her. The knock on the door didn’t faze either one of them. The most shocking thing of all was when David yelled out, in a breathless voice:

  “I’m just satisfying my old lady.”

  Kat screamed out in a laugh then and when she caught her breath she said, “God, is he satisfying me.” Whoever was at the door went away, and David’s orgasm came in the midst of the two of them laughing so hard that they were crying. When David finished, Kat leaned her head into his shoulder and kissed it. “You make me so fucking happy,” she told him.

  “I’m so glad,” he said. “I always worried that you would get bored with me, back when we were together, before.”

  “Really? Why in hell would I be bored with you? You’re smart, you’re funny as hell, and damn, do you turn me on.”

  He smiled. “I couldn’t ride a Harley and I didn’t dress in all that black leather and I had a boring job in a lab…”

  “You don’t need to ride a Harley. I ride mine because I love it, but I loved you before the idea ever even crossed your mind. I love how smart you are and you’re sexy in anything you wear. I love you, David. I’m so glad that you gave me a second chance.”

  “I’m glad you gave me one,” he said. “How about we go get some dinner now?”

  “Okay, but I need a shower first. You want to join me?”

  He laughed. “If I get in that shower with you, we won’t get out of here until breakfast. You go ahead first.”

  Kat kissed his lips and got up and went into the bathroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as soon as she walked in...she was smiling, and she looked happy. It was weird, to see herself look so happy and feel it inside. She couldn't wait to finish the stint on Tucci's movie and come home to David for good. They were looking for a place where they could start a life together. She had everything she ever wanted, almost. Someday she hoped they would get married...and maybe start a family...

  “Kat? You okay, baby?” She jumped at the sound of David's voice. He was at the door and she was still standing in front of the mirror, staring at her own face. Only now...the smile was gone. She could see the sadness in her own eyes, and she started to suck it up and tell him she was fine...but she remembered only hours ago, how he told her that he knew she'd share everything with him. She batted away the new tears that suddenly wanted to well in her eyes.

  “I'm okay,” she said. “I was just thinking...”

  “About?” He walked over and put his arms around her from behind. She settled her bottom back against his warm skin and closed her eyes for a few seconds.

  “What if I can't ever get pregnant? I mean, I know how much family means to you. What if I can't ever get pregnant again, or carry a baby to term?” She was looking at his face in the mirror. His eyes visibly softened and he said,

  “You know how you feel about Dax?”

  Slightly confused she said, “Yeah...”

  “He's your family, right? There's no blood between you, but you love him as fiercely as if there was, and you'd do anything for him, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “If God forbid, we are unable to make a baby together, there are so many kids out there that need a loving home and parents like us that can give them everything they need.”

  “You mean adoption?”

  “Yes. You are going to be an incredible mother someday, and I can't wait to be the other half of that team with you. When we're both ready, we'll make it happen one way or the other, okay?”

  Kat nodded. She was losing the battle with the tears again no matter how hard she tried to blink them away. She turned in his arms to face him and put her hands on the sides of his face. “You're so good, David.”

  “So are you, Hurricane Katrina Brown, and I love you so much.”

  She stood on her toes and gently kissed his lips before saying, “I love you more. I'm so lucky.”

  He kissed her back and with his lips close enough to hers for her to feel the vibrations he said, “We're so lucky.” They kissed again and this one grew passionate. When David finally let her up for air he said, “I should get in that shower with you. I promise to be fast...it's just that if we're serious about making a baby someday...we should get in as much practice as possible.”

  Kat laughed and wiped the tears off her face. “I suppose I can't argue with that. But I have one question, about our kids, and it's a deal breaker.”

  He cocked an eyebrow and said, “What's that?”

  “Can
I teach them to ride motorcycles?”

  He curled his lip. “It's a deal breaker, huh?” If I say no, you won't have babies with me?”

  Kat smiled. “No...but we can still practice.”

  “Fine,” he said with a sigh. “You can teach them to ride. I'm not sure I'll be able to watch though...oh, and not until they're sixteen.”

  She rolled her eyes and said, “Ten.”

  “Fourteen.”

  “Twelve,” she said, and that is my final offer.

  He chuckled. “I'll take it.” David pulled her into a hug while reaching back to turn on the shower. She glanced back at the mirror. The smile was back. That easily, his love had consumed her worries. She was so fucking lucky.

  Excerpt from Hunter

  Chapter One

  “Can I get you anything else, hon?”

  Hunter looked at the pretty bartender. She had tattoos running across her chest and disappearing into the front of a tight, low-cut t-shirt. Her long auburn hair was swept to the side in a curly pony-tail and she had the shape of an angel. There were so many things she could get him. But, he had to work. Fuck it all anyways.

  “I’ll just have another beer when you have the time, darlin’.”

  “Sure thing.” He watched her walk away and his body ached for a second. Forcing his attention from her shapely ass back to his target made any chance of an erection disappear. Larry Woods was a con artist and a thief. He was as ugly on the outside as he was inside as well which was why Hunter couldn’t understand how he’d talked the not-too-ugly woman he was sitting with into having a drink with him. He was beginning to wonder, as he sat in the out-of-the-way cowboy bar, if maybe they were running a brothel out of the back. So far, he’d seen a few really ugly, desperate looking men disappear into the door that led to the bathrooms and not come back. The women they were courting throughout the night disappeared as well, out the front. Hunter was itching to check it out, but he didn’t want to lose Larry. It had taken him three weeks to track the piece of dirt down and he was taking him in tonight if he had to shoot the greasy bastard in the head to do it.

  Hunter shuddered every time Larry smiled. His teeth wouldn’t be in too bad of shape, if he would brush them. They were yellow and from three feet away, Hunter could see whatever the son of a bitch had for dinner…or maybe lunch, stuck between them. Just because you’re a criminal doesn’t mean you get a pass on flossing. Hunter couldn’t see the woman’s face, but he wondered how she was able to sit across from him and not get sick. The very idea of anyone kissing that guy made his stomach roll. She had to be getting paid…a lot.

  “Here you go, hon.” The pretty little barmaid sat his beer in front of him.

  “What’s your name, darlin’?”

  “Carrie.”

  “Well Carrie I hope you don’t mind me telling you this, but you sure are a pretty thing.”

  She didn’t look embarrassed or blush at all, which told Hunter, she was used to the compliments. In a place like this, he was surprised she didn’t have to carry a baseball bat under her arm to fight them off. “Thank you. I don’t mind when men say it respectfully. I appreciate you not feeling like you have the right to touch my ass.” She winked at him and picked up his empty beer bottle. Hunter laughed and said,

  “You know, I might have if you didn’t look like you could take me.” She had nice muscles in her arms. He’d love to know if her hands were just as strong…wrapped around his…

  “Oh, I could,” she said, with another wink. Hunter held out twenty bucks and she said, “I’ll get you some change.”

  “No darlin’ you keep it. I’m sure from the looks of this place, tips don’t flow freely.”

  “You’d be right about that. Thanks.” She gave him another smile that made his cock dance in his jeans and then once again he was treated to the sight of her walking away. He groaned to himself and focused back on Larry. The woman he was with stood up and leaned down seductively to say something into Larry’s ear. Definitely getting paid. Larry laughed, close enough to her face now that she’d have to be able to smell all that nasty in his mouth. She didn’t flinch…she must be a true professional. Hunter watched her leave through the front door and he knew now would be the best time to take Larry. But he thought about how much more fun it would be to follow him through that door in back instead, and he smiled. Hunter loved his job. He loved the adrenaline rush that taking down these losers who skipped out on bail gave him. He loved doing side work for the Skulls too. Dax had him on a big job at the moment, something that could bring the club, and Dax down hard if it wasn’t taken care of. Hunter didn’t have any beef at all with Dax. Sure, the guy didn’t make all his money on the up and up, at least according to the law. But, he gave even more back to his community than he took, and Hunter had to respect that. Besides, the jobs Dax hired him for paid twice as much as his “legitimate” job as a bounty hunter, and he didn’t have to claim it with the IRS, so it was a win/win.

  Larry stood up and Hunter picked up his beer and drained it as the other man headed for the door in the back. Hunter and Larry had never met face to face, so Hunter wasn’t worried about Larry recognizing him. He got up just as Larry disappeared through the door marked, “Restrooms” and followed him. When he got into the bathroom, he saw Larry exiting through another door that read, “Emergency Exit Only.” Hunter moved fast and stopped it before it slammed shut. He heard Larry say,

  “Rose Oil,” and then another man’s voice saying,

  “Be back here in an hour. Don’t make me come up after you.”

  “Sure thing,” Larry said. Then he said something stupid about lasting an hour and laughed at his own joke. Hunter waited until he heard footsteps on the wooden stairs before going through the door himself. He was instantly stopped by a man who looked like he’d been created from a liaison between the Incredible Hulk and an Amazon Princess. His skin might have even had a slightly green tinge to it. Hunter looked up at the huge man and smiled.

  “Rose Oil,” he said. The man’s beefy fist connected with Hunter’s face before he even saw it coming. Damn, bigger than shit, and fast. Maybe Hunter should have thought this through a little better.

  “Who the fuck are you?” The man standing now over six feet above him bellowed.

  “I’m a bounty hunter. I’m after the toad you just let through. I don’t give a shit what is going on back there…I’m just here for my bounty.” Hunter pushed up to his hands and knees and a size 14 boot caught him in the ribs and propelled him back into the wall of the stairwell they were in. Even if he had a chance against this behemoth, there wasn’t room for him to even stand up. He coughed and spit up blood as the monster towered over him and watched. His gun was in his boot, but he was afraid if he went for it, the Incredible Hulk’s offspring would just use it on him. “Seriously,” he gasped out as soon as he could breathe. “I’m not here about the business that’s taking place upstairs. I could give a rat’s ass. I just want the sleaze ball that just went up.” The giant looked like he was rearing back for another punch. Hunter rolled onto his back which made his view worse, but at least he could see what was coming. “I’ll wait until he comes down if you prefer…I was just trying not to cause a scene for y’all in the bar.” The huge paw froze mid-air. Hunter had struck some kind of chord so he kept going. “I’ll bet the owner hates that shit, when there’s a fight and things get busted up…I was just trying to save him some trouble by waiting. Hell, I was going to take him in the bathroom, but he snuck through that door too quickly. I thought I was following him outside. Come on, man…I don’t want you, your boss or those girls…just the pig who went up with the blonde, that’s all.”

  “What’s in it for me?” The guy asked.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I let you go upstairs and take that guy, you get paid for him, right?”

  “Well yeah, but not all that much and I have kids to feed…”

  Hunter took another shot to the face. Fuck! His mouth was bleeding and he was pr
obably sporting a couple of black eyes. When he finally caught up with Larry, that son of a bitch would pay hell for this. “I have kids of my own,” the monster said. Hunter shuddered to imagine who would make babies with this guy and hoped he was lying too.

  “Okay, I understand,” he had to gasp for each breath and his face hurt like hell. “I’ve only got a few hundred on me.” He had seven hundred on him, but four of it was in his boot. Hopefully Attila the Hun didn’t want him to strip.

  “I’ll take it.”

  With a lot of effort, Hunter sat up with his back to the wall and started to reach into his front pocket. The giant slapped his hand away and tried to put his own in Hunter’s pocket. It was too big to fit. Hunter waited until he gave up and patted across the front of his jeans to make sure he didn’t have a gun before saying, “You’re not gonna charge me for that hand job, are you?” Another stupid mistake. Damn his mouth. As the man’s boot connected with his thigh Hunter decided he’d underestimated the size. It felt more like an 18.

  “You got anything else stupid to say?” Unfortunately, Hunter could probably go on all night if pain wasn’t involved.

  “No sir,” he said, through teeth that were gritted with pain.

  “Good, get the cash out.”

  Larry was only going to net him a thousand dollars. He’d only make seven hundred after giving this guy three. Larry better hope he had some cash on him because the mood Hunter was in at that point wasn’t going to make it a pleasant encounter. He took the money out and handed it, clip and all to the hulk. The big guy counted it and when he was satisfied he said,