Keeping Kennedy: A Chaos MC Novel (MC Chaos Book 4)

by Cameron Hart

  “Yeah, sweetheart. It did,” I chuckle.

  “And I spent the night?” I feel her slipping back into that embarrassed, repressed Kennedy, the one who didn’t want to make any noise, the one who pushed me away for the last two weeks. I can’t have any of that.

  “Mmm, yes you did,” I tell her, nipping the shell of her ear as my hand slides over her hip and down to cup her pussy. She instinctively presses into my hand, which makes me grin.

  I push a finger into her slit and groan when I feel that she’s already wet for me.

  “Were you dreaming about me, baby? Dreaming about all the ways I’m going to make you cum?”

  “Ah, uh… oh, god, yes,” she breathes out as I start circle her clit.

  “I bet you had dirty dreams, baby girl. Filthy dreams,” I purr into her ear as I slide two fingers into her wet heat. She gushes at my words, and my intrusion.

  I kiss her shoulder, her neck, her pulse point. She rocks into me, riding my hand. I curl my fingers up, finding her g-spot and rubbing it back and forth while grinding the heel of my palm over her clit.

  “Slash, yes, yes, don’t stop,” she moans.

  “Never,” I growl, pumping my fingers in and out of her in earnest now as I suck on her neck just the way she likes. My aching cock nestles between her ass cheeks, getting some relief from the intense pressure she’s building up inside of me.

  Kennedy rolls her hips, grinding against my cock while pushing my fingers deeper inside of her with each motion. Soon, she’s shuddering for me, coming apart so beautifully. I feel her juices spill out into my hand as I circle her clit lazily, bringing her back down gently.

  Not giving her much time to recover, I roll her over and spread her legs settling between her hips. I begin thrusting my cock up and down her slit, not entering her, just sliding along her silky heat.

  “I think I’m going to start keeping a journal of your orgasms, sweetheart. All the ways I can make you cum. What makes you squeak and what makes you scream.” I rub her with my whole body, the friction of her soft skin against the bottom of my shaft is the sweetest torture. “I’m going to find every place on your body that makes you shiver. I’m going to make you so, so dirty.”

  Her hips buck at my words as a moan slips out of her perfect lips. I taker her mouth, thrusting my tongue inside at the same time my cock enters her. We both groan into the kiss, our bodies finding the perfect rhythm.

  I break the kiss to sit back on my heels and gather her hands in mine. I lace our fingers together and lean over her pulling her arms above her head and exposing her gorgeous body to me. Kennedy wraps her legs around my hips and digs her heels in, forcing me to ride her harder, faster.

  I grunt and fuck her deep, hitting the end of her with each thrust.

  “Slash! Oh, fuck, yes, you feel so good,” she cries out. I love that she’s feeling more comfortable to say what’s on her mind, to be loud with me when we’re together like this.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Tell me what you want.”

  “Harder, god, fuck me hard.”

  “Jesus,” I grunt, pounding into her, drilling her body into the fucking mattress.

  “Yes!” She screams, encouraging me to go deeper still, to tear her apart.

  “Love watching your tits giggle for me while I destroy your little cunt.”

  I feel her gushing at my words, which makes me impossibly harder. I grunt and thrust and watch Kennedy thrash back and forth. I can sense her body getting close again, the way her muscles tense and shake, her pussy walls fluttering around me.

  “Cum for me, Kennedy. Cum all over my cock, baby. Do it. Show me how hard you can cum.”

  My words unlock her orgasm, setting it free to wreak havoc on her supple body. Her nails bite into the backs of my hands as I hold her down, pressing her into the mattress while her climax threatens to rip her to shreds. She’s screaming my name as her pussy clenches around me.

  I roar my release, loving the way her greedy little cunt sucks down my cum.

  “Fuck yes, Kennedy, milk me dry.”

  When the last of my orgasm spills out of me, I collapse, quickly rolling to the side and gathering Kennedy up in my arms. We’re both breathless and boneless, but happy and sated. For now.

  ✽✽✽

  I would have liked to make coffee and breakfast for Kennedy before dropping her off at her car, but we fell asleep after I fucked her hard and dirty. Goddamn, my cock twitches at the memory of it, of her begging me to take her harder, deeper. Shit.

  It was hard enough to leave her this morning, but knowing she’d be in San Francisco for the next few days gathering her troops and briefing them on the plan made it next to impossible. I’ve never had a woman spend the night before, never woken up with one in my arms, and definitely never missed a woman after she left my bed. The fact that Kennedy has changed all of that for me in a matter of weeks only further proves that she’s it for me.

  “Wipe that stupid smile of your face, boy,” River barks.

  “Oh, leave him alone,” Stacy chastises River. “He’s found a good woman don’t you want that for him? Don’t you want my baby brother to be happy?”

  “Are you happy, Slash?” River asks half-heartedly.

  “Yeah. I’m really goddamn happy,” I say. I thought I knew what it meant to be happy, but I was wrong. I’ve never felt this light, this free, this open to the whole world. I mean, who the fuck am I right now?

  “I hope it’s worth it,” River grunts in response.

  “Oh, hush now. Slash isn’t going to mess up anything about this job. I don’t know what you guys are planning, but the fact that Slash has a woman he wants to protect and fight for only makes his resolve stronger, not weaker. Don’t you see, babe?”

  “Hey, don’t I get to have an opinion on this matter?” I joke.

  “No,” they both say at the same time, making me chuckle.

  I hold my hands up in surrender and look around for Dom or Carter to see if they want to have a beer with me.

  Just then, the front door swings open and five members of the Devil’s Knights come strolling in like they own the place. The air crackles and grows still as every single member of Chaos reaches for their gun, myself included.

  They seat themselves at the bar, as if this is their favorite establishment. One of the guys snaps his fingers up in the air.

  “What’s a guy gotta do to get some service around here?”

  Stacy makes a move towards them, but River grabs her wrist at the same time that I stand and block her from their view. She rolls her eyes.

  “They aren’t stupid enough to do anything on our turf. Besides, you guys aren’t the only ones packing heat,” she informs us.

  River grabs her face and kisses her long and deep, forcing me to turn my head so I don’t see him stick his tongue down her throat. She bats his chest and spins away, asking the guys at the bar what they want.

  The five men drink their beers while the rest of us stand at attention, unsure of what’s happening. It’s clearly some sort of show of authority, some reminder that they all but declared war against us.

  “Roddick, did you see that fine ass cop leaving here this morning?” One of them asks another one.

  “I sure did, Trap. That ass… The things I’d do to that ass.”

  I see fucking red and charge towards the motherfuckers only to be pulled back by Dom and Carter, with River standing in my way.

  “Yo, Trap, why do you think a sweet little thing like that was driving away from a shitty biker bar like this at ten in the morning?”

  “I bet they pass her around, maybe even fuck her at the same time.”

  I growl and lurch forward, but Dom and Carter tighten their grip on me.

  “Be smart, Slash. Kennedy is fine, she’s safe. These dickheads are going to get what’s coming to them,” Carter reminds me.

  “Take a breath, son. They are messing with us right now. Don’t play their game,” River adds.

  “Well, boys. We bette
r get back,” Trap says.

  They stand to leave, when Roddick turns towards us.

  “Nice place you have here, River. Would be a shame if some misplaced sense of justice caused it to come crumbling down.”

  “What’re ya trying to tell me, Rod?”

  “Just saying we got a good peace going. We’re willing to overlook the fact that you’ve intercepted some of our merch in the past. But our grace is quickly running dry. Don’t be stupid.”

  With that, the men file out of the bar, slamming the door behind them.

  We all stand in silence, not sure what to do next. The air is thick with the clear threat.

  “CHURCH! NOW!” River bellows.

  We all jump and follow him to the meeting room.

  “What the fuck was that?”

  “Who the hell do they think they are?”

  “Why did we let them just walk in and make us look like idiots?”

  The guys lob questions at River while he stands there and collects himself. He’s clearly shaken by what happen, but I think I’m the only one who can tell.

  “Shut the fuck up, every single one of you. That was a show of power. They think they have the upper hand, and it was in our best interest to let them believe that. But we have plans. We are moving in. They must sense their time is coming to a close, which is why they felt the need to threaten us. If they wanted to do us dirty, they would have just done it instead of coming in here and threatening to do it.”

  “What about Kennedy?” I blurt out. “Am I the only one who heard them talk about her? They know she’s a cop, they kno—”

  “Slash.” River says my name like a command, and I know enough to shut up.

  “We heard. Kennedy is in San Francisco right now, yes? So she’s safe. And she’s a cop. And we all know she can handle herself, as she proved the first day she stormed in here and slapped your ugly mug.”

  This earns River several snickers from around the room. Normally I’d be chuckling right along with them, but this is Kennedy we’re talking about. I won’t stop worrying until I have her in my arms again. Fuck, I just got her, there’s no way I’m ever letting anyone or anything take her away from me.

  I’m sure River can read my thoughts. I know he feels the same about Stacy. If anyone threatened her, he’d kill every motherfucker who opened their mouth as well as anyone who tried to hold him back.

  “Call your girl, Slash. And tell her to move up the timetable. We need to finish this shit once and for all,” River says.

  I step out while the guys go over the plan again.

  “Come on, baby, pick up, pick up—”

  “Slash, hey, is everything ok?”

  “Oh thank fuck,” I breathe out.

  “What’s wrong? Are you ok?”

  “Where are you?” I bark. “What are you doing?” I know I’m coming across as an asshole, but I’m scared and I don’t know what to do with that. Stacy said love makes me stronger not weaker, but damn, I’m feeling pretty vulnerable right now.

  “I’m in San Francisco, I told you that. I’m about to meet with my team.”

  “I know, I know. Fuck, I…” I sigh. I’m glad she’s with other cops at the station. She’ll be safe there.

  “What’s going on, Slash? Are you ok?”

  “I’m fine. We had a run-in with the Devil’s Knights. Nothing big. But we need to move the timetable up. You need to be ready tomorrow.”

  I’m expecting her to push back, to fight me, but I really just can’t handle her attitude right now. She must sense the urgency in my voice.

  “Okay. I can have my team ready.”

  “Okay?” I ask in disbelief.

  “Yeah. I trust you. If you say we need to move tomorrow, then I’ll make it happen.”

  “God, I— I miss you.” Shit. I almost told her I love her. Do I? Fuck yeah, I do.

  Kennedy giggles over the phone. It’s a sound I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of.

  “You just saw me five hours ago!”

  “Too long,” I grunt.

  “You’re being ridiculous,” she says, although I can tell she likes it. She likes being missed. Being wanted.

  “Probably,” I admit.

  “I miss you too.” Her voice is quiet this time, like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to admit it, even to herself.

  “When can you be back here?”

  “I have to stay the night, especially if we need to be ready to go tomorrow. I’ll be at the clubhouse at noon though. We can do a final rundown before my team heads into the woods to find Victoria.”

  “Noon.” I repeat.

  “Think you can survive that long without me?” She teases.

  “Probably not,” I tell her honestly. I mean, fuck. How did I become so completely useless without her?

  “Well, suck it up, big boy.”

  “Big boy? Is that referring to anything specific about me?”

  “Men and their dicks,” she says. I can practically hear the eye roll on her end of the line.

  “You better not be talking about anyone else’s dick, baby. I’ll have to show you what it means to be mine and only mine when you get back here.” I know she was teasing, but fuck if it didn’t trigger some caveman need inside of me to possess her and make her as addicted to me as I already know I am to her.

  “Yours?” She asks, all joking gone from her voice.

  “Yeah, sweetheart. Mine. Look, this isn’t a conversation I want to have over the phone but know that you belong to me now. And I belong to you. No one else, ever.” It’s probably way too soon to be talking to her about this, but hearing those assholes degrade her and basically threaten her, sent me into overdrive. I know how I’m feeling, and I want her to know she’s mine for keeps. Fuck the consequences, and fuck if that makes me seem weak or vulnerable to her.

  I’m met with silence on the other end of the phone.

  “Baby? Tell me you understand.”

  “Yeah,” she squeaks. I swear I hear a sniffle.

  “Are you crying, sweetheart?”

  “No,” she says through obvious tears.

  “Are they happy tears at least? I heard sometimes girls have happy tears,” I tease, though in reality I hate that I’m not there for her to wipe those tears away.

  “Well, I’m not crying, but if I were, they would be tears of confusion. And maybe a little bit of hope. With a sprinkle of tentative happiness.”

  I chuckle. “I can work with that. Get your ass back here as fast as you can, baby girl.”

  “Sir, yes sir,” she mocks.

  “See you soon, baby.”

  “See you soon, love.”

  I’m not sure if she really meant that last word, but I let it sink deep into my bones anyway. Soon enough she’ll be saying those words for real.

  Chapter 11

  Slash

  I went to sleep last night without Kennedy in my arms, and I have to say I didn’t like it one bit. Who would have thought my life would change so drastically in such a short amount of time? I thought I was satisfied with the flings and one-night stands, but little did I know someone like Kennedy existed. No. Not like Kennedy. Just… Kennedy. She’s fucking perfect. She makes me want to tell her flowery shit and get down on one knee.

  I never knew how unsatisfying my life was until she came along. Women have always been easy. A flash of my sexy grin makes them drop their panties, and a dismissive shoulder makes them head for the hills. I thought that was the perfect life. No attachments, no responsibilities. But Kennedy slapped that grin off my face within thirty seconds of meeting me, and if I’m honest, I think I was goner from that second on.

  The sex with Kennedy was incredible. I knew it would be. But I wasn’t expecting the connection, the vulnerability. I suppose I’ve never really cared too much about the other women I’ve slept with. Don’t get me wrong – I always left them satisfied, but afterwards I just wanted them gone.

  Not with Kennedy. I don’t ever want her to go away. I want her with me always.
I want to keep her, if she’ll let me.

  It’s 11:30, and I’m antsy as fuck. Kennedy and her team are supposed to be here in thirty minutes, but it might as well be thirty days.

  “You got it pretty bad, huh?” Carter asks, pulling up a seat next to me in the bar while I vigilantly watch the front door for Kennedy.

  “Yup.” I don’t care who knows. It’s not like Carter can judge. He and Liv are stupid happy in love.

  Carter chuckles. “Good. It’s a good look on you, ya know. You’ve always been a happy guy, but lately you seem… settled.”

  Normally, I’d roll my eyes at all that sentimental shit, but he’s right. I never knew what it meant to be content. Happy. Satisfied. I thought I did but being with Kennedy has made me realize I was only half alive. It’s a fucking trip. And we’ve only really been together in any sense of the word for two days. How is that even possible.

  “I can’t explain it, Carter. It’s like… Being with her… Fuck, I don’t know.”

  “Like finally being able to breathe, even though you didn’t even know you were suffocating?”

  “Yeah. Exactly.”

  “I get it. Like I said, it’s a good look on you.”

  “Why do I feel like there’s going to be more to this conversation than you telling me how good I look?” I grin, but really, I know he’s about to tell me something I probably don’t want to hear.

  “It’s nothing bad, Slash. I’m not trying to discourage you or anything. We just have a lot riding on this, you know?”

  “And you think I’m going to fuck it up by hurting Kennedy? I would never do that, important mission or not. She’s fucking it for me man, and I’m not going to let anything happen to her.”

  “Chill, Slash, I know. That’s not what I’m talking about. I knew you were off the market the second she walked in the door and you were practically drooling over her,” he chuckles.

  “So, what is it then?”

  “You have to trust her. Trust that she can do her job, and trust that she’s as badass as the rest of the women in this club.”

  He’s not wrong. Claire and Beth survived a fucking cult, and Liv kicked my brother’s ass after drugging him and running away from his abuse. They are all warriors, and I know Kennedy is too, even if I don’t know everything about her yet.