by Cameron Hart
“Can you tell me about Spider?”
I wince at his name, and at the idea of telling her anything about that part of my life. But she has a right to know, and I might as well come clean.
“Our parents died when I was six. Stacy was sixteen, and Brad, or as you know him, Spider, was twenty. He was granted custody of us and… well, long story short, he was an abusive asshole. He was a dealer and rose through the ranks of a local gang. When Stace turned eighteen, we fled. He never came looking for us, and we thought that was the end of that.”
I look down into her brown eyes, searching for any hint of judgement, or worse, pity. I only find understanding. She even gives me a small smile to encourage me to continue.
“A few months ago, Stacey and I found out he got wrapped up in some nasty shit with a gang. He was an enforcer of sorts, and he needed to prove himself. He needed to bring in some sort of income, some new revenue. And, well… he got hooked up with the Devil’s Knights. Liv and him actually were together for a while. He did some fucked up stuff to her. It’s not my story to tell, but fuck. Kennedy, he was a monster. And I…”
I can’t even finish the sentence. I rub my eyes with my free hand.
“You’re not him, Slash.”
“I know, but I… we… I could be, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“We share the same blood, the same DNA. What if I snap one day?”
And there it is. My greatest fear. I don’t know what made Brad the man he was, or what made me the man I am, but I’m terrified that I’ll reach a breaking point and turn into him.
“You aren’t him,” Kennedy repeats. “I know you, Slash. You’re a cocky bastard half the time,” she grins, “But you are good. You are kind and surprisingly gentle when you want to be. I know bad men. I’ve experienced them my whole life, and I’ve put my fair share away in prison. You are nothing, nothing like those men. You are nothing like Spider.”
I don’t miss the fact that she said she’s experienced bad men her whole life, and I will get to the bottom of that sooner or later.
“Maybe I’m not bad now, but what if I snap one day?”
“That’s not how it works, love.” Just hearing her say that word soothes me. “Evil people have that seed deep inside of them from day one. Sure, sometimes trauma and hard times water it and make it grow faster, but the truth is it’s there regardless. It would come out one way or another. But you, Slash, you have been through hell. I don’t even have to know the details to know that. I think we recognized that pain in each other from the start, yeah?”
I nod, hanging on her every word.
“But you never chose darkness. You may hide behind humor and sarcasm, but underneath that you are good.”
“Kennedy…”
“Nothing you can say will convince me otherwise.”
“I might regret telling a cop this, but you have to know we do some less than legal things at Chaos.”
“I know,” she sighs. “But even so.”
Kennedy twists in my arms and props herself up on my chest. She leans in close and brushes her lips against mine.
“I love you,” she whispers.
She kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, telling me she loves me in between each kiss. Somewhere along the way, tears leak out of my eyes. She kisses those too.
“Are you crying, Slash?” She teases.
“Happy tears,” I smile.
Kennedy kisses me deeply, solidifying her words. I pour out everything into this kiss, cupping her face and breathing her in, drowning in whatever she’s willing to give me.
“I love you too,” I tell her before diving in for another kiss.
“You better,” she giggles.
Fuck, how can she make me spill my deepest fears one minute and then have me grinning like a fool the next?
Kennedy lays back down and nestles back into me side.
“Can you tell me about growing up? What happened in foster care?”
It’s her turn to sigh. “I suppose that’s only fair, huh? You showed me yours, now I show you mine?” She’s going for one of our jokes, but I can hear her hesitation.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, sweetheart.” I desperately want to know everything about this incredible woman in my arms, but I know better than most not to push for information.
“No, it’s ok. I don’t talk about it much. Just another sad story, you know?”
I kiss the top of her head, hating that she has any sad stories, but wanting to hear whatever she has to say.
“I never knew my dad. My mom died of a rare and aggressive type of cancer when I was nine. I remember going to the doctor with her one day, and then a few weeks later everyone was dressed in black. I saw mom sleeping in a box before some middle-aged lady shoved me in a car and dropped me off at a stranger’s house.
“Mr. and Mrs. Pullman were my first foster parents. Then Mr. and Mrs. Grant, followed by Ms. Hawthorne. And that was all within the first six months. The grief of losing my mother was drowned out by confusion, chaos, and crippling loneliness. I didn’t talk for almost a year after my mom died.”
I hug her closer to me and kiss the top of her head again, trying to offer any sort of support I can, but failing miserably.
“I finally found a use for my voice when one of the foster dads raised a hand to the new kid, Daniel, a little boy about seven years old. I shouted for the kid to move. My foster dad was stunned that I said something, momentarily stopping his hand mid-air. When it came down again, the blow landed on me.”
“Jesus,” I mutter, unable to help myself.
“Yeah. Well. Anyway, we were removed from that home and I never saw Daniel again. It wasn’t the last foster home like that, and not the last time I used my voice to protect others. I know it was a fucked up situation, but it made me feel like I had a purpose. From early on I knew I wanted to be a cop. Now I can protect people, but I have more resources. More power, you know?”
I can’t quite form words just yet. I knew Kennedy was a fighter, but shit.
“But I’ve never felt protected, cared for, really. Not until I met you.”
Well, fuck. I might just cry again.
“Baby, I will always protect you, even when you don’t think you need it. I don’t even know what to say, Kennedy. I think I just fell more in love with you. You’re this stunning, kind, selfless woman and I have no idea how I got so lucky as to call you mine,” I tell her honestly.
“Why, Slash, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re a romantic,” she teases.
“You kind of bring it out in me. You bring out a lot of things I didn’t know I was capable of.”
Kennedy sighs. “I know what you mean.” After a brief pause, she turns her head to kiss my chest. “Mine,” she whispers.
She lets out a huge yawn and then curls up on my chest like a cat. So fucking adorable.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” I chuckle. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
“Mmhmm. Night, love,” she says, half way asleep already.
“Night, Kennedy.”
I wait until her breathing evens out, and then I follow her off to sleep.
Chapter 14
Kennedy
It’s dark when I open my eyes. I’m not sure where I am at first, but then it all comes back. The bomb. Almost being kidnapped. Passing out. Slash taking care of me, telling me about his past. He said he loved me.
We’re naked, wrapped up in each other under the covers. I twist in his arms and look up at the gorgeous man who has made me feel so many things I never knew I could. Safe. Protected. Loved. Treasured. Wanted.
I have a need to be closer, to connect with him in the most intimate of ways. I need him inside of me, need to feel it, need to breathe him and touch him and taste him.
Slash is still asleep, so peaceful. I almost feel bad waking him up, but I don’t think he’ll mind. I reach out and touch his face, tracing along the strong line of h
is jaw till I get to his soft lips. I scoot up and kiss him, rubbing myself against his hard body.
He’s not quite awake yet, but his body responds to me. I feel him getting harder, so I reach down and stroke his cock, getting him ready for me. I kiss down his chest, licking his tattoos and grazing my teeth over one of his nipples.
That gets his attention.
“You need something from me, baby girl?”
“Yeah,” I whisper into his chest, stroking his huge shaft in earnest now.
Slash hisses and nudges my head up to capture my lips in his. It starts out slow, his tongue tracing over my lips, tentatively seeking entrance. I moan when he slips his tongue inside and cups my neck to pull me further into him.
“Are you sure?” He asks once we break for air. “You’re not too hurt?”
“I need this. I need you,” I whisper, looking into his eyes, silently pleading for him to take control, to give me what only he can.
He nods and tucks some hair behind my ear. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll always give you what you need.
With that, he rolls me on my back and kisses me, more fervently this time. He pulls away from me, only to trail his lips down my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. He goes lower, scraping his teeth on my collarbone before taking one of my breasts into his mouth. I feel his tongue lash at my nipple, licking it into a stiff peak. Slash kisses in between the valley of my breasts and gives the other one the same attention.
I writhe beneath him, a wet and needy mess.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, more to himself than to me. “Mine,” he grunts, kissing me again.
“Please, I need you, Slash,” I moan.
The next second, I feel his hardness glide through my folds, gathering up my juices. He bumps the head of his cock against my clit again and again, working me up. I grip his shoulders and buck my hips, trying to get him where I need him most. Each stroke makes me more sensitive. My pussy flutters around him, trying to suck him inside of me.
I whimper as he continues teasing me, making my legs quiver and tense. I’m so close, but I want him inside of me.
“Please, please, I need… Oh god, please, I need…”
Slash thrusts inside of me and I cum instantly, crying out his name.
He doesn’t let up, fucking me right through my orgasm. My legs wrap around his hips as I encourage him to go deeper.
He pulls almost all of the way out before slamming into me. I feel his heavy balls slapping my ass, making me gush for him.
Slash rests his forehead on mine, sweat dripping down his forehead and mixing with mine.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“Fucking love you too. Goddamn, baby, love you so much.”
He picks up speed and I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him in for a punishing kiss. I feel myself close to the edge again, my body tingling, humming, and strung so tight. I tense, trying to hold it back. I want us to cum together.
Meeting him thrust for thrust, Slash groans and buries his face in my neck. One hand drops to a fist next to me, while the other grips my ass hard and possessively, fucking me with wild abandon. I scream my out my release, one orgasm rolling into another as he continues rutting and thrusting and roaring into my skin, before suddenly he pushes his cock so deep inside of me I feel him let go with a final roar.
Slash collapses on top of me and rolls over, gathering my sweaty, limp body into his arms. He presses me into his chest like he can’t get close enough.
When our breathing finally evens out, I feel him nuzzle into the top of my head.
“Jesus, Kennedy. Every time with you is incredible. “
I nod and kiss his chest.
Slash whispers into my hair how much he loves me and how he’s always here for me. It’s the last thing I hear before drifting off to sleep.
✽✽✽
A loud bang wakes me up with a start. I instinctively reach out for Slash, but the bed is empty. More rustling and clanging come from outside of the bedroom, and I realize the noise is Slash banging around in the kitchen.
Thinking of the tall, tattooed biker with muscles for days cooking me breakfast brings a smile to my face. I hop out of bed and put on a shirt of his before padding out to the kitchen.
I’m greeting with a shirtless Slash, bending over the counter whisking something in a bowl. He doesn’t see me standing in the doorway just yet, so I get my fill of looking him over. Slash is seriously the sexiest man alive. No joke. Those rippled muscles swirling with ink, his broad chest and slim waist leading to the monster between his legs. God, just thinking about his thick cock has me embarrassingly wet. I love the way he fills me up, hitting me in all of the right spots.
Just then, Slash turns around, giving me the most endearing, lopsided grin. It’s different than his sexy grin, and I find I like it just as much. He seems lighter, happier. Kind of like me right now. I suppose purging your soul will do that.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he greets me, walking over to pull me into his arms.
“Morning, love,” I smile, getting up on my tip toes to plant a kiss on those ridiculously delicious lips of his.
“You look so fucking sexy wearing my clothes,” he says, his voice gravely and dark.
Fuck, how can I want him, need him so badly right now? It’s only been a few hours since we’ve made love, but I feel achy and empty all the same.
As if reading my thoughts, Slash presses his hips into me, letting me feel his need as well. He backs me into a wall and licks the shell of my ear before pulling my earlobe through his teeth. My breath catches in my throat and my pussy grinds down on his hard length.
“I’m gonna fuck you against this wall if you keep that up. Is that what you want?”
I nod as he sucks on my neck, leaving little love bites on the tender skin there.
“Need your words, baby. Tell me what you want,” he growls into my skin. I’m lost in the feel of his teeth, his tongue, the way he’s devouring me. His hand drops from my hip to my inner thigh. I part my legs for him as he skims his fingers up, up, up.
“Jesus, you’re dripping for me,” he groans, sliding a finger up my slit. “Say it, Kennedy. Tell me what you want.”
“I… oh god, I… want… ah!” He presses one finger into my slick entrance, slowly thrusting in and out. “Fuck me, Slash, fuck me so hard…” I moan.
“Whatever you want, baby girl,” he grins.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of the basketball shorts he has on and help him pull them down. His cock springs free and my hand automatically wraps around it. I feel his shaft throb in my hand, growing impossibly harder as I stroke up and down.
Slash grabs my hand and lifts it away.
“I’m not gonna last if you do that. Need inside your perfect pussy.”
He grabs my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. Slash thrusts into me in one swift motion, pushing all the air out of my lungs. I breathe him in, letting the smell of sweat and sex fill me up.
His dick hits the end of me with each stroke, tearing me apart in the best way possible. It hurts so fucking good, his cock destroying my cunt, both of us groaning, crying out, grunting our pleasure.
My muscles tighten, my pussy pulses, but I hold off my release. My whole body arches, my throbbing clit aches, but still I hold on. Desire, pleasure, sweet pain push me into a new place. My world drips into a pinpoint of pure pleasure.
My orgasm hits me hard as Slash rams his cock deep inside. I bite down on his shoulder and he roars his release, bucking his hips into me to prolong our pleasure.
I open my eyes and realize I must have passed out for a second. My head is resting on Slash’s shoulder, and his body vibrates as he chuckles.
“You ok, baby?”
I lift my head and smile up at him, still a little dazed. He places a chaste kiss on my lips and slowly pulls out of me, gently setting me back down on the floor. I lean into him, my leg
s still not working right.
“Shit,” I manage to say when I catch my breath.
Slash chuckles again, stroking my back and kissing the top of my head.
“Yeah,” he chuckles again.
My stomach chooses that exact moment to growl loudly. We both laugh.
“Let’s get you some food. Gotta keep your energy up,” he winks at me. I walk over to the kitchen table while he puts his shorts back on.
Chapter 15
Kennedy
Amanda asked me to come in the next day to debrief, but then she strongly encouraged me to take a few weeks off for myself to regroup. I fought her on it at first, but she eventually convinced me. She told me taking down the Devil’s Knights was a huge case and that while I’ll still need to be available to give a testimony in court if asked, I should take time off to regroup before my next assignment.
Ok, I suppose another thing that convinced me was the idea of being with Slash for a month, unhindered by my job or by having to work on the case. I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but after the first week of my month-long leave, I realized all my stuff from the motel was at his place and I had stopped paying for the room altogether. It wasn’t even a big deal, we just both sort of fell into it, and suddenly I was living with him.
I have no idea how long he wants me here, though. I kind of assumed I’d go back to San Francisco once my leave was up, but now that the deadline is a week away, I’m dreading it. My career has always been the most important thing to me, but somehow over the last few weeks, Slash has become my everything.
“What are you thinking about so hard over there, mamacita?” Mia’s sweet voice filters through my thoughts. I’ve been spending more time with the ladies, or old ladies as they call them, of Chaos. I’ve never had friends before, but the eclectic group of women and I seem to click. Like we’ve known each other forever. Mia is with me at Slash’s now while the guys are out on an assignment.
“Oh, you know. Just job stuff, I guess.”
Mia nods, but gives me a look like she knows my answer is half bullshit.