Little Hoodlum (Hood River Hoodlums Book 2)

by K. Webster

Kayden only loves himself, but I preen for him anyway.

  “Aww, you’re so sweet.” I hug him and rest my cheek on his chest, closing my eyes.

  We slow dance to a fast song. My mind is on a million other things, all of them far away from this party.

  “I thought since we’ve been dating off and on for a year now that we could…”

  I tense in his arms. “What?”

  “Make love, baby. I’ve waited so long to have you. We’re getting along so good, too. Please let me show you how good it can be.”

  “Kayden,” I start but freeze up.

  I knew it would come to this.

  “I’m getting there,” I murmur, trying desperately to make him believe that. “It never feels right with all these people around. We’re never alone.”

  He pulls back, his brown eyes darting all over my face. “I can make them all leave.”

  “Maybe just plan a date for the two of us,” I offer. “See where the night takes us.”

  His grin is wide and boyish. “You got it, babe. Soon.”

  He drops a kiss to my lips and I’m thankful I’ve dodged our main point of contention. Sex. Or lack thereof.

  “Let me show you your present,” he says. “Maybe we can fuck on it.”

  “Kayden,” I say, swatting at him. “Don’t be a dick.”

  He chuckles as he drags me out of Renaldo’s place and outside. The snow is coming down hard. He bypasses a few sports cars and comes to a black, suped up Range Rover.

  “Surprise,” he says, mashing the buttons and making the lights blink. “She’s all yours.”

  “A chopped car?” I ask.

  “Someone else’s trash is our treasure.”

  “It’s not their trash if you steal it from them.”

  He snorts out a laugh. “The dude we took it from has bigger shit to worry about.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like the fact your old boyfriend set his house on fire.”

  I freeze at his words. “What?”

  “Like you don’t know what Jordy does for my brother now.” He smirks at me. “Jordy starts the fires and your brother puts them out. How’s that for fucking hilarious?”

  I want to choke him in this moment.

  “That vodka is making me feel sick. Can you take me home?”

  He frowns. “Wait. Baby, I’m sorry. I was just joking about Jordy being your old boyfriend. I know you hate that jealous shit. Please don’t go. I did all this for you.” He waves at the bumping party behind him and then at the car.

  “I know,” I squeak out. “You’re so sweet. I really don’t feel good. Hollis and I had steak earlier. Must have not settled right. I feel like I’m going to puke.”

  His irritation morphs into worry. “Yeah. No big deal. We’ll go out on a date soon and I’ll give you your other birthday present.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m going to lick your pussy and give you your first orgasm.”

  My cheeks burn red hot. Over the past several months, we’ve made out and he’s dry humped me with his hand up my shirt, but that’s as far as I’ve allowed it to go. I certainly didn’t ever come with him. All I can think about is the last time someone else made me come.

  Him.

  Jordy.

  “I, uh, Kayden, don’t be gross.”

  He laughs. “Trust me. It’s going to be all kinds of nasty. I’m going to eat you out for days, baby, until you can’t walk anymore. I’ll wear your scent all over my face.”

  I somehow manage to drag him to his car. We make it home in one piece. After a long, annoying make out session, I manage to untangle myself from him. It’s after two in the morning before I finally crash.

  I wake to shouts.

  Panic.

  Terror.

  Scrambling, I rush to my bedroom door and fling it open. The front door to the apartment is standing wide-open, snowy wind billowing in. Hollis and Jordy, both in just their boxers, share matching horrified looks.

  “What?” I demand, rushing over to the door.

  Roan peels out of the driveway in his truck, slipping every which way in it. Whirling around, I slam the door closed and turn toward them. Jordy is already approaching me with his blanket. It’s then I realize I’m only wearing a T-shirt and panties. He wraps me up in the blanket and I give them both a questioning look.

  “What just happened? Where did Roan go?”

  “He got called out,” Hollis croaks.

  “For work?” I ask.

  Jordy’s hand splays on my back over the blanket. “Yeah.”

  “So? That always happens. What aren’t you telling me?”

  Jordy presses his lips to the top of my head. “Mike said it’s Sidney and Gio’s address.”

  My legs give out beneath me, sending me and Jordy falling to the floor. He pulls me to him, rocking me.

  “It’s going to be okay,” Jordy whispers.

  The sounds coming from Hollis—tearful and pained—tell me it’s not.

  “Sebban.”

  “Shh,” Jordy murmurs. “Shh, Little Hoodlum.”

  Jordy

  Renaldo.

  All I can think about is the fact that Renaldo has pulled another shit move to get back at me. But how could he possibly know that Sebban is Roan’s kid? And what purpose would it serve to torch their fucking house? I’ve been Renaldo’s bitch without complaint. Set every single one of those goddamn fires for him.

  It. Makes. No. Sense.

  It’s been hours of waiting since Roan blew out of here. Roux let me move her to the couch where her head’s been in my lap. I stroke her hair, wishing I could fix everything with a snap of my fingers. Hollis gets a call and he leaps up from the other end of the couch, disappearing into his room.

  A few minutes later, Hollis returns with tears in his eyes.

  “What is it?” I demand, my voice hoarse.

  “T-They’re dead,” Hollis chokes out.

  Roux sits up, shrieking. “Who?”

  “Gio and Sidney.”

  Guilt consumes me and I close my eyes, willing the urge to throw up away. I never liked Sidney. Never. Doesn’t mean I wanted her or the nerd to die.

  “How?” Roux demands. “And…”

  Sebban.

  Hollis clears his throat and sniffles. “They, uh, they died from carbon monoxide poisoning. It was a freak accident.”

  I snap my eyes open. “It wasn’t a fire?”

  “No, man,” he mutters.

  Knowing it was an accident and not Renaldo helps alleviate any guilt that was starting to plague me. Still fucking horrible, though.

  “What about Sebban?” Roux finally manages to croak out.

  “They can’t find him,” he whispers. “Fuck.”

  Hollis rushes to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. I can hear him fucking crying and it guts me. How fucked up is the world to give Roan a son but then to take him away? Roux sits up and crawls into my lap. I hold her to me, kissing her hair and whispering assurances that neither of us believes. She falls asleep and I take the time to slide out from under her and hop in the shower. I want to be dressed and ready if I need to leave. By the time I get back to Roux, she’s still asleep. I sit back at my perch, playing with her hair.

  I’m not sure how much time passes, but I’m jolted from Hollis’s yelling in the other room. Doesn’t sound like bad yelling. Maybe more like cheering. My phone buzzes with a text.

  Roan: We found him in the toy box in his closet under some blankets. They’re life flighting him now. I think he’s going to make it.

  The picture he sends is of a tiny, miniature version of my best friend lying on a stretcher. He’s pale and they’ve got him on oxygen, but he’s alive.

  Holy shit.

  “Babe, look,” I tell Roux. “He’s alive.”

  She takes the phone from me and starts to sob at seeing her nephew. “Oh my God.”

  A few minutes later, Hollis rushes out, dressed and carrying a backpack. “I’m going to t
ake Roan to the hospital in Portland where they’ve sent Sebban. He’s too shaken up to drive. We’ll call you when we know more. There’s no sense in all of us going up there.”

  “Let us know the moment it’s okay to drive out there,” I tell him. “Roux and I will head that way.”

  He gives us a quick wave before leaving.

  “Why don’t you grab a quick shower? I’ll make breakfast,” I tell Roux.

  She nods and disappears. I start rummaging in the kitchen, pulling out whatever I can find to make omelets. I know this has to be the shittiest birthday for Roux, but I’m going to try and make it up to her. By the time I’ve plated the Mexican style omelets—complete with black beans, corn, jalapeno peppers, avocadoes, tomatoes, cheese, and sour cream—and garnished with cilantro, Roux walks out, refreshed from her shower.

  The hoodie she’s wearing—one of mine—swallows her. A male sense of pride washes over me. I’m sure she has shorts on underneath, but the fact I can see her bare legs makes me crazy with the need to touch her.

  “Smells good,” she says with a smile. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

  I pour some orange juice into two champagne flutes I found in the cabinet. They must have been from Hollis and Roan’s wedding, because it has their initials and wedding date engraved on them. Roux doesn’t seem too bothered because she happily picks up a flute and sips the orange juice.

  “It’s your birthday. Of course you deserve a nice breakfast.” I smile at her as I sit down. “Do you feel older?”

  She laughs as she cuts into her omelet. “I feel tired.”

  “Welcome to adulthood.”

  We sit in amicable silence as we eat. All of her groans and praise at my meal does nothing for the state of my cock that’s been half hard since she walked in with her bare legs on display.

  “I feel so bad about Sidney and Gio,” she says with a sad sigh. “They gave Roan such shit about Sebban, but I didn’t want them to die.”

  I reach across the table and take her hand. “Me neither. All we can do now is be there for your brother. Seems like if Sebban can make it through this, we may be welcoming a new Hoodlum into the fray.”

  “Baby Hoodlum.” She smiles. “Little Hoodlum is taken.”

  I brush my foot against hers. “She sure is.”

  Her amber eyes ignite with fire. I want to haul her into my arms and kiss her until she can’t breathe. Instead, I enjoy one of our rare moments alone. With no makeup on and her wet hair messy and wild, I still can’t help but think she’s the most beautiful girl in the world.

  “How’s your boyfriend?” I ask, threading my fingers with hers. “He being good to you?”

  She sticks her tongue out at me.

  “Keep that tongue in your mouth unless you’re ready to use it. I know for a fact you’re not ready.”

  Her amusement fades as her eyes water. “Jordy, this is hard. I… He wants to have sex.”

  Ice surges through my veins at her words. “Don’t fuck him.”

  “I don’t plan on it,” she cries out. “But we’re at the shit or get off the pot point in our relationship. I don’t know what to do.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” I promise.

  She stands and picks up our plates, taking them into the kitchen. I fetch her gift and then prowl over to her where she washes up the dishes from breakfast. Pressing against her from behind, I inhale her hair and then dangle her gift in front of her.

  “Oh, Jordy,” she gasps as she turns off the water. “Is that my birthday present?”

  “Yeah, babe. Do you like it?”

  She nods as she moves her wet hair to the side. I bring the rose gold necklace around and latch it from behind. I fix her hair and then turn her so she’s facing me. In a cursive rose gold emblem in my handwriting that’s attached to the chains, it says, “Little Hoodlum.”

  “I love it,” she murmurs, fingering the jewelry. “Thank you.”

  With my eyes boring into hers, I tuck her hair behind her ears and then lean forward to kiss her forehead. “You’re welcome.”

  She slides her palms up my chest to my neck. I grip her small ass, pulling her against me. We both groan in relief because it’s always torture waiting until we’re alone to touch and kiss. My mouth crashes against hers and I decimate her with a claiming kiss that has her knees buckling.

  I don’t let my girl fall.

  Never.

  Gripping her ass, I lift her up, loving that she spreads her legs, eagerly wrapping herself around me. I carry her through the apartment and into her bedroom. The door gets kicked shut and then I drop us onto the bed. Our kiss grows frenzied and desperate, just like every night when I finally get to sneak in.

  Waiting is torture.

  Hiding is killing us.

  All of it is necessary.

  I strip off her hoodie, pleased as fuck to see she’s wearing nothing underneath. Her small tits jiggle from the movement and her nipples are hard. I growl, lowering myself so I can take one between my teeth. My girl loves when I bite her. Something we’ve learned in our stolen moments in the middle of the night. I kiss away every part that Kayden may have touched, claiming her once again as mine.

  “Mine,” I remind her.

  Always mine.

  “Yours.”

  Pleased with her words, I roughly yank her shorts and panties off. Once she’s naked, I push her thighs apart, eager to taste her. Because I’m not stupid and won’t tempt fate, we’ve kept our nightly rendezvous to mainly PG-13 stuff.

  Today, though, she’s mine.

  I’m going to lick her pretty pussy until she’s screaming my name.

  I always knew she belonged to me, but at least now I won’t go to prison for it.

  “You’re wet,” I rumble, running my knuckle between her pussy lips. “Why are you so wet, beautiful?”

  She bites on her bottom lip. “Because I’ve been waiting for this since Hollis left us alone.”

  “What’s this, hmm?” I ask, rubbing her clit. “I need details.”

  Her breaths come out in pants. “Us.”

  “Elaborate.”

  “You finally making love to me.”

  “I’m going to fuck you, Roux. I’m going to fuck you so hard you scream.”

  Her hooded eyes flash with lust. “I don’t care what the hell you call it, Jordy, as long as you’re inside me.”

  “Good girl,” I praise, lowering my mouth to her slick cunt. “My good girl.”

  She whines when I run my tongue from her hole to her clit. Her back arches up as she grips her blanket in her fists. “Oh God.”

  With a smile on my lips, I start licking her as though I’m desperate to suck off every drop of her arousal. She squirms and squawks, needy for what I’m giving her. My fingers on her and in her have been nice over the past few months, and she always comes with my name purring from her lips, but she’s never lost her mind like this. The mewls and groans escaping her are animalistic in nature. I fucking love them.

  “My dick’s going to be stretching this needy hole out soon, Roux,” I murmur against her pussy.

  She gasps when I push my tongue inside her. Her cunt clenches around my tongue as though she’s trying to suck the damn thing into her body. The sloppy sounds I’m making as I tongue-fuck her pussy have my dick practically dripping with the need to come. I rub at her clit with my thumb as I devour her delicious body from the inside out until she screams out my name. Her arousal grows thicker, soaking my tongue with her unique taste. I fuck her hole with my tongue until I’m sure I’ve licked it all away and then I suck on her pussy lips, eager to grab up anything I missed.

  “Jordy,” she whines. “Holy fuck.”

  I sit up on my knees and swipe away the wetness on my face with my hand before grabbing the back of my T-shirt behind my neck. Her coppery eyes flash as she drinks in my torso. Slowly, I pull off my shirt and toss it away. I flex my pecs and then abs, enjoying the fuck out of the way she bites her bottom lip at seeing me.<
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  “Beg for my dick, Roux.”

  “Give it to me.”

  “That’s awfully demanding,” I say with a smirk as I shove my sweats down and grab my cock. “You’re gonna have to be sweeter than that.”

  “Please,” she begs, batting her lashes at me.

  I kick out of my sweats and prowl over her trembling body. “I’ve waited for this moment since the day I laid eyes on you that day in prison looking like a hot-ass fucking woman. This won’t be gentle, babe. This is going to be a claiming fuck.”

  Her legs wrap around my waist and her fingers thread into my hair. “Claim me.”

  Our mouths connect in a fiery kiss as my dick slides between the lips of her pussy, rubbing against her sensitive clit. I grab hold of it and then press against her tight hole. There’s no warning for her. I just thrust inside, hard and fast. She cries out at the sudden stretching intrusion. I’m pretty sure I tore through her innocence when I had three fingers inside her on New Year’s Eve after we both had too much to drink. That was the night we almost got caught and were dangerously close to fucking.

  I made her bleed that night.

  Today, she takes my dick without complaint.

  My hips thrust with obsessive need to stretch and own her body with mine. Our skin slaps loudly, echoing in her small room. I nip at her lip and suck on her tongue, desperate to devour every part of her all at once. Her nails scoring along my scalp painfully is my only warning she’s coming. The moment the walls of her cunt grip me, I nearly black out from pleasure. With a growl that sounds savage and fucking feral, I come inside her. My dick throbs out my release, filling my girl the fuck up.

  I know she’s not on the pill.

  We talked about that fact.

  There are condoms stowed away in her nightstand for this moment.

  And yet we both fucking ignored them.

  Pulling away from our kiss, I lock eyes with hers. “Babe, I fucking came inside you.”

  “Have you ever not taken care of me?”

  “I’ll take care of you until my dying breath. I fucking love you, Roux.”

  “Love you too, Jordy.”

  I slide out of her and lie on my side. With my elbow propped up and my head resting in my hand, I admire my just-fucked birthday girl. My cum leaks out of her and like the fucking caveman I am, I gently push it back inside her with my finger. I leave my finger inside her body, keeping hold of her pussy like it belongs solely to me.