Kinkaid (Bad Boys of Retribution MC Book 2)

by Warren, Rie

  Releasing her, I turned around, my torso and back and hips rolling with the music. I pulled down one side the tight black leathers then the other. Underneath I wore only a sheer black jockstrap harnessing my cock and balls. Or trying to. My dick wanted to explode from the thin material. With the pants down to my thighs, I rotated my hips, spinning around.

  Sadie’s breathing sped, her body responding to mine. Eyes darting down to the jockstrap I revealed, her lips parted, her thin nostrils flared.

  The song was about fucking All. Night. Long. Getting laid, good and hard.

  I shook off the pants and tossed them behind me with a heavy slap of leather. I gyrated directly in front of Sadie’s face, dragging my hand up my cock and to the back of her neck as I leaned closer. Come boiled in my balls, and I wanted nothing more than to spray it all over her face, but this wasn’t about me.

  “Oh, God, Kaid. That’s hot.” She bit down on her lip.

  I was too into it to smile, but her reaction thundered through me. She moaned, her head tipped back, hands locked on the sides of her chair, her pelvis arched up and her thighs spread.

  Fuck. A damp spot grew in the center of her panties. I didn’t need any more invitation than that. Straddling her legs but keeping my weight off, I rubbed the solid heat of my cock then my abs and my chest down her tits and her tummy.

  “Ohhhh.” She let out a delicious-sounding moan. “You’re all mine to touch this time, right?”

  Aching. Wanting. I bucked hard against her. “Please do.” My voice gruff, I licked the side her neck and bit her earlobe.

  “I want this off.” She snapped the jockstrap against my skin.

  “Take it off then.” I groaned.

  Her hand hovered at the pouch, and fuck, I was so hard my cock was about to punch through. Pointed up, my dick swelled beyond the stretched material. Big gaps appeared at the legs of the jockstrap because my balls were huge, my shaft distended.

  Her fingers skimmed me as I rotated my hips. I rocked slowly to the rhythm of her touch and the beat of the music. A zip of arousal rushed through me.

  I whispered against her mouth, “You can touch me whenever you want, anytime you want, wherever you want, and know no one else ever will again. I’m yours. Only yours.”

  “I like the sound of that.” She pulled down the jockstrap. Cupping my balls in her palm, she stroked my cock from base to head with a blisteringly slow twist of her wrist at the top.

  I growled her name, my head knocking back.

  “I like that sound even better.”

  The music played on and I still danced and grinded against her but fucking hell it was hard to do anything other than pant and grunt and rut as she pistoned one hand up and down my shaft, and licked and bit my belly, trailing her tongue all over my groin. My muscles strained and knotted with sexual tension. Flexing, I drove my cock up and down inside her two fists. I bent my knees and pulled from her grasp, moaning her name.

  Sadie licked her lips and bit down. I spread her thighs wide open, and she grabbed my ass, pulling me to her.

  “Fuck,” I gritted out, coming into contact with her pussy through the slippery patch on her panties.

  Her neck arched. “Holy shit.” Her nails dug into my ass as she pressed up to me.

  “Need you naked, Sadie.”

  “Do it.”

  I ripped the tank top and threw it aside. Skimming the panties off, I wasted no time getting right between her legs. Fucking hell, her pussy was soaking. I slid up and down her slick puffy pussy lips as the raunchy music played on. I bit the side of her neck, holding her by one tit, my other hand on the back of the chair for more leverage so I could pump faster. My hips rolled. My dick was buried between her cunt lips. The underside of my shaft ploughed through her furrow, the heavy dark red head butting her clit with each pass.

  Veins ribboned my cock, and it looked massive trapped between her legs.

  “Oh . . . Oh my God, I’m—” She seized up and shuddered, fluttering against me.

  All that wet essence coated my cock and I almost came, too, from the feel of her.

  “My turn,” she said, breathlessly.

  “You wanna give me a lap dance?” All hope now centered in my shaft.

  “No. I’m gonna ride you.”

  I quickly switched places with her. Her laugh at my haste low and lusty, she tossed the sunny wheat-colored hair behind her. Her nipples were dark, her pussy fucking shiny, and I couldn’t wait to feel her surrounding me.

  She sat astride my lap and pulled my cock down from where it stood straight up against my stomach. She leaned back and tilted her hips. Her hot slit opened like a hungry little mouth and she eased slowly onto me.

  I was forced to lock down on the muscles in my groin and the dam behind my balls. The heat. The slickness. The tight grasping squeeze of her channel set me on edge. The clit hood rings finally brushed my groin, and I was all the way inside.

  I grunted and bucked up, unable to control myself. Taking a huge breath, I lowered my ass back to the seat. This was her show. I wanted her fuck me anyway she wanted to.

  Sadie hummed in satisfaction, a slight mewl at the end. My cock curved deep inside her. Slipping back and forth on my thighs, she used my shoulder to move languorously. One hand reaching behind, she braced herself on my knee. She rode forward, taking my cock deep inside, her stretched lips hitting up against my tensed groin. She was so wet my pubic hair dampened from her.

  I kissed and licked and nuzzled any part of her I could reach, one hand gathering the swath of hair at the nape of her neck, my other steadying her hips.

  She assaulted me on all fronts: visually staggering, mind-blowingly tempting, hot and twisting inside.

  Winding her arms up in the air, she did some lap dancing of her own, spinning sensually up and down my thick cock. She buried me deep each time until the overwhelming pressure set my skin on fire and my body on edge.

  “Fuck, Sadie. Jesus Christ. Ride me, darlin’.” I gritted my teeth.

  I screwed my eyes shut then opened them in slits because I didn’t want to miss a single moment of this even if it meant I was gonna die of arousal before I let myself come.

  Finally she started bouncing up and down.

  Her hair lashed me.

  Her slippery skin slapped against mine.

  Sliding against each other, we tasted, licked, kissed. Our tongues tangled. Our hands gripped. She circled up and down my cock, and held her tits at my lips. I bent my head, sucking and biting her dusky rose nipples.

  Sadie came first, grinding her clit and those motherfucking hot as hell piercings against my groin. Her body arched, and she shivered with a shout. The full-body spasm and endless cry pierced my soul. Before she could finish coming, I lifted her with my hands under her thighs. Sliding forward, I found the right angle and began popping her up and down my cock at a brutal pace. I thrust up into her, my hips slamming, forcing Sadie to hold on around my neck.

  She kept climaxing, milking my pulsing length, and then I was right there. A bolt of heat shot down my spine and up my shaft. I barked out her name before everything went white and motionless, only my cock kicking inside her with each long jet of come rushing into her.

  Later we lay in the bed. Sadie spooned against my side all flushed and golden from her long soft hair to her long lush body.

  “If loving you is wrong, I don’t want to be right either.” She idly toyed with my neatly trimmed thatch of pubes, causing a pleasant hum in my balls and along the backs of my thighs.

  “Hmm?” I lifted my head to peer down at her.

  “The song you danced to.”

  “I think it was more than dancing. A seduction. An apology.” I stilled her hand and brought it to my lips. “But if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, it’s not wrong, but I was. I’m sorry.”

  “I am saying what you think I’m saying.” Her tropical blue eyes glimmered as she pressed a kiss to my chest.

  “Care to say it for real?” I asked teasingly,
but fuck it, I meant it in all earnestness.

  Swinging her body on top of mine, she kissed me softly on the lips. “I love you, Kinkaid.”

  “I think you’ve probably known longer than I have.” I sank my hands into her hair and held her against me. “But I want you to know it for the truth it is.”

  “And what would that be?” Her eyelashes swept low, fanning across her pink cheeks.

  “I, Kinkaid Rhett Ryder—”

  Her bubble of laughter burst against my lips.

  “Yeah, yeah. Apparently my mom was a little bit of a romantic with the Rhett thing.”

  “You were saying?”

  “I, Kinkaid Ryder love you, Sadie Audrey Grace, and I think I always have.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  MARCH ARRIVED AND BY that time Sadie was completely part of my life. She’d sublet her apartment for the remainder of her lease and moved in with me. The small cottage that had been dormant since Grampa’s death burst with her vibrancy. I’d always been tidier than her, having been taught the single man’s ways, but seeing her belongings strewn around the house I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit. Her easel and paints took over a large corner of the living room, her text books spread across the kitchen table, her clothes dominated most of my closet, and her cosmetics and hairbrushes stood side by side with my razor and cologne on the bathroom counter.

  Sadie was busy with her classes, her painting, and her part-time job. With just my MC responsibilities I had more time, and that meant taking care of her, which was just as important as protecting her. Hell yeah I’d even do the laundry and fold the clothes if it meant a little more precious time with her. I didn’t mind my new role, not one bit.

  The little wifey. I still heard Grampa’s growly voice and his amused tone. I was sure he was causing as much trouble up in Heaven as he could and looking in on me from time to time, too. His presence was muted but not altogether gone.

  So the old cottage, the confirmed bachelor pad, was now a lovers’ retreat. And the small rooms brightened, filled with a love I’d never experienced before.

  I was making plans but wasn’t sure how to present them to Sadie just yet. There was time enough for that.

  ****

  The night was dark black and clear but cold. Stars spread out in the sky above us as we hit the wide open road going full throttle and hammering down. Sadie pressed against me, her body flush with mine on the back of my black-on-black Harley.

  I felt the jostle through her body more than heard the accompanying laughter as it flew through her lips to be whipped back on the wind behind her like the hair streaming wildly from beneath her helmet.

  We didn’t ride together all the time, but it sure as hell was fun when we did. A couple weekends ago, Sadie had gotten me on the back of her bumblebee yellow dirt bike. She’d taken me trailblazing over the frozen muddy earth at the motocross track up in Walterboro. The thought of it—the feeling of hanging onto her as she ripped through the trails hell-bent for leather—got me hard in an instant every time.

  She’d let me own the road on her Suzuki when we headed home. I made that pumped-up bitch of a bike scream along 17 South. We’d fucked practically on the porch as soon as we tore off our helmets, ripped open jackets and shirts, and pulled pants down just far enough. She’d stroked me with her fingerless leather gloves right there on the doorstep before I’d backed her into the house and fucked the holy hell out of her against the door.

  “Good ride,” I’d gusted out, still pumping my come inside her. I loved staying hard and pushing my wet cock into her fluttering pussy.

  She’d bitten my throat and then my chest. “The best.”

  The Retribution compound was aglow when we hauled up outside. Chrome, steel, pipes, choppers, and lowriders packed the parking lot. Inside the scenery just got better. Guys from the MC mingled with the women from the Redemption sister charter. Wives, girlfriends, old ladies carved out their own space, trading laughs and gossip.

  A band played on the stage, belting out rock tunes as recognizable as the heady scent of leather and grease. The bar hopped and heaved and everyone looked ready for a damn good night of drinking and dancing.

  I hooked an arm around Sadie’s waist and led her to the bar where Cole served us straightaway. Two beers. Two shots. Down the hatch. I’d take over for him in a few minutes, let him go carouse. The dude was as good a bodyguard as money could buy and if I was stuck playing bartender I knew he’d keep an eye out for Sadie.

  We bumped fists, no further words necessary from the fellow tribesman. The thick industrial chains on his huge wrists and neck only augmented the dark hair slashing across his forehead and his rough, tough build. He could look scary, but he had a heart of gold inside.

  In fact, all the dudes looked like outlaws but were good, law-abiding citizens, aside from the few past misdemeanors I knew of.

  That didn’t mean the motherfuckers were harmless.

  Case in point:

  Tail, Brodie, and Boomer circled around me, humming David Lee Roth’s “Just a Gigolo” and adding some air-humping action to the mix.

  “He’s not a gigolo,” Sadie snapped. “He’s a dancer,” she added proudly.

  “All right, Magic Mike.” Brodie reached behind the bar, poured another two shots, and slipped one to me. He passed the other to Sadie with a wink. “All right, darlin’?”

  I rolled my eyes at the good-natured assholes for their effortless icebreaker . . . at my expense.

  Aaaand right then, on cue, the band began playing a strip joint favorite: “Pony” by Ginuwine.

  Tail grabbed a nearby cherry and pulled her into the crowd, yelling back, “I’ll show y’all some durty dancin’.”

  “Christ.” Brodie worked a hand down his face. “I hope the cops don’t raid us tonight.”

  Detective Ashe Kingston, Brodie’s old lady, popped up beside him. Her shining blonde hair swung about her shoulders and her silver-gray eyes flashed. “Cops are already here, handsome. And you don’t have to worry about anything but taking me home later and giving me some good loving.”

  “Oh yeah?” Brodie’s eyebrow arched up.

  “Mm hmm.”

  Their initial kiss turned into a hot make out session, and I found myself staring at Sadie’s plump mouth, licking my own.

  She stroked my wrist, sending chills up my back and down my chest. “Later,” she mouthed to me.

  I narrowed my eyes and growled.

  She widened hers and sashayed away.

  “Later better come real soon,” I shouted after her, keeping my stare trained on her fantastic ass inside the tight faded jeans.

  “Dude. I’m glad you fixed it up with her.” Cole slapped my shoulder as I joined him behind the bar.

  “No shit. Me too. That was hell not being with her.” I made sure never to lose sight of her as she wove through the crowd and hooked up with her friends Rayce and JB.

  “You doing okay about your grampa?” he asked.

  “It’s getting easier, I think.” I rubbed my chest, the heavy almost-always ache lessening. “Sadie helps. She knew him as well as I did.”

  “She’s a good woman to have.”

  “You’re going to stare a hole in her back if you don’t let up.” Hunter eased onto a barstool.

  “Like you’re one to talk.”

  He’d swiveled around on the stool for a better view of his wife, JB.

  He reached a palm back for a high five.

  Cole disappeared into the throng and I kept busy for the next hour, one eye on Sadie and her T and A, the other on the partygoers and their drinks requests.

  “Bo. C’mon over here and draw up a stool. What’ll it be tonight? Drinks and pool?” Hunter greeted his old friend, the newest full member of Retribution.

  The former Marine—if that was what he really was—had made it into the fold no questions asked, no trial by fire, and no probationary period. I could’ve hated him since I was lowest man on the totem pole, but something haunted from his
hazel eyes. His dark auburn hair stood up in messy spikes, not because it was effortlessly styled but because he must’ve raked his hands through the thick hair a couple hundred times.

  “Marriage still looks good on you, Hunter.” Bo accepted his drink, his voice always a low rumble you had to concentrate to hear.

  “I guess if I have to be ball-and-chained to anyone it better be JB. She gets me good and doesn’t put up with any of my shit. Got rid of my nightmares too.”

  Bo blanched as if Hunter had hit a sore point. Knowing Hunter, he’d meant to, but not to harm. Hunter had an honest soul as long as he was sure you were on his side of right and wrong. Although I imagined the pair of them had participated in the kind of wrong shit that came from wars fought hand-to-hand in foreign countries, where dead bodies could never be recovered.

  The MC guys gossiped just as much as the Ladies, and Bo’s story had been told, retold, augmented, and probably made up from scratch.

  Both were dangerous.

  Both were killers.

  Both were trying to change, Hunter was just a few miles farther ahead on that road than Bo.

  Sudden motion parted the crowded room, and both men silenced and smiled into their beers. Brodie and Boomer appeared at the bar, Cole, Tuck, Tail, and Handsome fanned out beside them. Hunter got into formation, too, and the rest of the MC members closed ranks as Boomer gestured me to the forefront.

  I took my place before the ring of men. I’d been expecting this. Brodie was a man of his word after all. That didn’t mean my knees weren’t knocking or that I could stop myself from finding Sadie among the crowd. She stood a little away, her smile beaming at me.

  “I don’t know whether to call you Probie 2.0 or Magic Mike anymore.” Brodie nodded his head, hiding a grin.

  He stretched out a hand and a crackling leather vest magically appeared from Tuck. He shook it out and presented it to my viewing. The back bore the Retribution patch: the scales of justice weighed down by bleached white skull and crossbones.