by Kay Marie
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Heat rises in my cheeks. Before I can respond, his lips crash onto mine. I drag my nails up his chest and he grabs the back of my thighs, picking me up. I wrap my legs around him. He slides his hands up my back to my bra strap and unhooks it. I pull it off and toss it to the floor. He bites on my tit, making me gasp. I try to grind my hips against him but his hold on me is tight enough to hold me still. Chuckling, he lays me on the bed.
He gives me a quick kiss on my lips before kissing along my jaw and my neck. He continues down my chest, stopping at one of my boobs. He sucks one nipple into his mouth while rolling the other between his finger and thumb before he switches to the other.
I let out a sound that’s like a cross between a whimper and a moan. He slowly moves to my stomach, sliding my panties off as he moves lower and lower. He nips at my hip before sucking on the same spot, leaving a mark, I’m sure. Moving inches lower, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and pauses.
“Damn, babe. You’re already soaking wet.” He slides a finger through my wetness and sucks it off his finger. “You taste as sweet as pie.”
He smirks at me and I can’t help but roll my eyes. He would say something cheesy during such an intimate moment. He presses his tongue against my clit and at the same time slides two fingers inside. My back arches off the bed as I call out his name on a moan. He sucks on my clit while moving his fingers in and out, painfully slow.
“Ryan,” I whine. He does something with his finger that makes me buck my hips, then moves his fingers at a quicker pace. My release builds. “Ohhh, yes!”
Aware of my body’s reactions, he lets go of my clit, fingers still inside me and his eyes move to mine.
“Cum for me, Sólnyshka.” At that moment, my release hits hard and I yell out his name. I’m floating on cloud nine and don’t even notice him get up to take the rest of his clothes off and put a condom on. Before I even get a chance to come down from my post-orgasm high, he slides his cock inside and stills. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me so I can kiss him. I try to lift my hips to encourage him to move, but he has me pinned with his hips. He smiles against my mouth.
“You need something, babe,” he asks with a hint of smugness in his voice.
“Yeah, I need you for you to move your ass and fuck me.”
“My, my, Calina Orlov. What a dirty mouth you have on you.” He grins, moving slow.
“And you, Ryan Brewer are being a tease.” I place my hands on his hips like I’m going to tickle him but instead drag my nails up his sides.
“Aah, fuck.” His eyes roll back. When his eyes open again, there’s a fire blazing in them. Scratching has always been a turn on for him. I give him an innocent smile. His grin widens. He leans in and bites the spot where my shoulder meets my neck.
“Aaah,” I moan out. He picks up the pace, going faster and harder. I wrap my legs around his hips, letting him go even deeper. It doesn’t take long for my release to build again. Ryan pinches my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger and I lose it. I drag my nails down his back. He pumps in and out a couple of times before he’s moaning my name as he cums.
He rolls off of me, pulling me into him to cuddle. He turns the TV on, turning on some random movie. He pulls a blanket over us and I fall asleep within minutes.
When I wake up, I’m still cuddled up to Ryan. I turn around and look at the clock on the nightstand. I groan. It’s eight in the morning. He’s going to have to leave in a few hours. I snuggle closer to him and hug him tight.
“What’s with the death grip, Sólnyshka?” He gives me a little squeeze back.
“It’s Monday,” I say.
“Yes, it is.”
“I’m not ready for you to go on the run,” I admit and he laughs.
“It’s gonna go by fast,” he says, tipping my chin so I’m staring in his eyes. He gives me his panty-dropping smile and I want to melt in his arms. I pull myself together, sitting before he has a chance to kiss me and keep me in this bed any longer.
“I’m sure the girls will help keep me busy,” I say. Ryan nods his head.
“They will. Minx is excited to spend time with you while I’m gone,” he tells me. We get out of bed and get dressed. Ryan cleaned out a couple of drawers in his dresser for me a few days ago so I wouldn’t have to worry about not having clean clothes here. I put on some clean panties, jeans and a bra and walk over to his closet and grab one of his Savage Riders t-shirts.
When we’re both dressed and ready, we head out to the main room. The smell of bacon wafts down the hallway. We spend the morning having breakfast with Minx and Raze. Eleven o’clock comes way too soon and it’s time for Ryan and the guys to get on the road. Minx and Raze walk outside with us, but keep their distance, giving us our space. Kicks, Rascal, and Shade loaded all their bags and are hanging out by the cars. Ryan stops me a few feet away from his car and turns to look at me.
“I’m going to miss you,” I tell him. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’m gonna miss you too, Sólnyshka.” He wraps one arm around me and slides his other hand into my hair, kissing me passionately. When he pulls his head back, he’s searching my face like he wants to say something but is too nervous.
“What’s up, Ryan?” I whisper. The corner of his mouth kicks up in a small smile and he caresses my cheek with his thumb.
“I love you, Cali. You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready. I can’t not tell you anymore.” He kisses me again, leaving me speechless. He would never tell me if he didn’t absolutely mean it. Before we dated in high school, girls would tell him they loved him all the time. He never said it back to any of them.
“Come on, brother! We gotta get going,” Shade shouts to Ryan. Ryan rolls his eyes.
“I’ll call you tonight,” he tells me.
“Be safe,” I respond. Minx is at my side as Ryan walks away. Every day with Ryan, another brick falls from the wall around my heart. Am I ready to hand it over to him again? We watch them climb into the cars and as they drive away, I realize I already have.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Buster
We just left and have been on the road for half an hour and I can’t stop thinking about Cali or how I should propose to her. Neither Rascal or I have said a word to each other. He turned music on, but I’m so consumed with my thoughts, I’m not paying attention to it.
“You wanna talk about it, sugar?” Rascal jokes.
“Fuck off, Ras.”
“Is it shark week?” He doesn’t miss a fucking beat. I glance at him and he has his classic smug face. I look out toward the road again.
“I’m trying to figure how to propose to Cali,” I admit to him.
“Whoa! No shit?” By the tone of his voice, I can tell he’s smiling. “First Raze, now you, huh?”
“It’ll happen to you soon enough.” I laugh.
“The fuck it will. No chick will ever tie me down,” he claims and I laugh more. Before I get a chance to respond, he turns the music up louder. Highway to Hell is playing. We have around seven hours to go before we get to Amarillo. We’re going straight to Declan’s to pick up the guns we’re taking to Taras. We have six crates to get, so Declan is going to loan us a box truck to transport them.
After driving for a few hours, we pull over to a gas station. I pull up to a pump so I can fill my car up.
“Thank fuck,” Rascal says. “I gotta get outta this fucking cage.”
He climbs out of the car and heads inside. I check my phone. No new messages. It’s only been a couple of hours, so I decide not to text her yet. I get out of the car and go through all the steps to get gas. I prepay with my debit card so I can go inside while it’s filling up.
Inside, I use the bathroom before picking out some snacks. I grab some trail mix, beef jerky, and peanut M&Ms. I also grab a couple bottles of Dr. Pepper, while I’m at it. Rascal is paying for his stuff when I walk up to the counter.
“You go
od, brother?” I chuckle. He’s got three times as many snacks as me.
“You know it.” He smirks, then flashes the cashier a smile. Her eyes light up and her cheeks turn a deep pink. He turns back to me. “I’ll meet you in the car.”
I toss a twenty on the counter and tell the girl to keep the change and I walk back to the car. I place my snacks in the pockets on the door and hop in. As soon as Rascal is situated, I pull my car next to Shade’s to see if they’re ready. He and Kicks were a little slower getting in the gas station than we were. I roll down Rascal’s window.
“Y’all ready?” I shout to Shade, who’s window was already down.
“Yeah, let’s roll,” he responds. We get back on the road. We’re about halfway to our destination and Rascal is getting antsy. He’s lucky we’re not driving straight to Denver. He would go nuts.
We get to Declan’s warehouse after seven in the evening. We called him when we were thirty minutes out so he knew when to meet us here. I park next to his blacked-out Yukon XL and climb out.
“Buster! How’s it going?” Declan greets me as I walk over to him.
“Not too bad. How about you? Business doing well?” We shake hands and give a quick half-hug. Shade and the guys walk up behind me. Rascal lifts his head in a silent greeting to Declan.
“It’s doing great. How was your drive here?” He grins at Rascal and Kicks.
“It fucking sucked,” Kicks replies. Declan, Shade, and I all laugh. “I miss my fucking bike.”
“So, Bull said you need six crates.” Declan turns around and walks into the warehouse. Rascal and I follow him. “I have this box truck loaded. It has eight crates of bananas to disguise the crates of guns.”
“Can we check it out,” Rascal asks Declan.
“Yeah, of course. Go ahead,” Declan responds. He moves to the box truck and opens it, letting Rascal in. Rascal jumps in and searches through the crates. It’s not that we don’t trust Declan. It’s better to check and be safe. As soon as Rascal is done, he hops down.
“Looks good,” he says, fist-bumping Declan.
“What time will you all be heading out tomorrow,” Declan asks.
“It’s another seven hours to Denver. We’ll probably head out around ten or so,” I tell him.
“I have a meeting at nine-thirty, so I’ll give you the keys now.” He walks back out of the warehouse; Rascal and I follow. Declan goes to the passenger side of his SUV and grabs an envelope and walks over to us. “Here are the keys to the truck. There’s also a key to the warehouse. There’s a garage door opener in the truck for the big door.”
“Sounds good,” I say, taking the envelope from him. “We’ll give you a call when we’re headed back this way in a couple of days.”
“That’ll work. See you fellas then.” He waves to us before turning to go lock the warehouse.
“What now,” Kicks asks.
“Dinner,” Shade states.
“That’s what’s up,” Rascal says. We decide on a place to eat and head out. Once we get to the restaurant, I decide to call Cali.
“Go ahead without me. I’m gonna call my girl before I come in,” I tell Rascal. He nods his head and gets out, heading inside with Shade and Kicks. I dial Cali’s number. It rings a couple of times before she answers.
“Hey,” she purrs out. Her voice is so comforting.
“Hey, Sólnyshka. What’s up?
“Laying in your bed, watching a movie,” she says.
“Is that right? You already ready for bed?” I grin even though she can’t see it.
“Yeah, actually, I am.” She giggles and it’s music to my ears. “I’m wearing nothing but your t-shirt and panties.”
“Fuck, babe. Thanks for the visual. Now I’m gonna be walking into this restaurant with a hard-on,” I admit to her and she laughs. “Keep laughing. Don’t forget about karma.”
“Yeah, yeah. How was your drive?”
“Not too bad. Rascal bout lost his mind being in the car for so long. He and Kicks are having withdrawals from their bikes,” I laugh out. “How was your day?”
“Pretty uneventful. We are having a girls’ night Wednesday night,” she tells me.
“That should be fun. What all are y’all gonna do?”
“Pig out on junk food and talk about boys,” she deadpans.
“Yeah? And what boys do you have to talk about,” I question.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I can hear the grin in her voice and can’t help but smile at her attitude.
“You’re gonna play like that, huh?”
“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” she feigns innocence.
“Mhmm, alright babe. Well, I better get goin’. The guys are waiting inside for me,” I tell her.
“Okay.” The humor in her voice is gone now. “Stay safe and call or text me tomorrow.”
“I will, Sólnyshka. Sleep sweet,” I say before we hang up. I readjust my cock in my pants. Hundreds of miles between us and she still manages to make my dick rock hard. I head inside to find the guys, ready to get some food.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Buster
Tuesday’s drive was as uneventful as Monday’s, only this time, I was driving alone. Rascal was put in charge of driving the box truck. I drove in front of him while Shade followed behind him at a bit of a distance. The outside of the box truck is disguised as something someone would use to when moving to a new house, so having two other vehicles keeping up with it isn’t too suspicious.
Today, we’re meeting with Taras at nine to drop off the shipment and later this afternoon, we’ll head to Blaze’s dispensary to pick up some product. Right now, we’re finishing breakfast at a local diner that’s not too far from where we’re taking the shipment to. I send Cali a text.
To Cali: Good morning, Sólnyshka. Finishing breakfast and about to start our day. I’ll call you tonight.
“How are things on the home front,” Shade asks.
“She’s still sleeping right now. If it was anything like the night before, she probably didn’t sleep well,” I tell him. “She tries to be pretty tough over the phone, but it’s hard on her.”
“Y’all were just getting in the groove of things. Of course, it’s gonna be hard, but she is tough. Plus, she’s surrounded by some of the best people right now,” he reminds me.
“I’m thankful she clicked so well with Minx. She’ll be great for her to lean on if needed.”
“Lil Mama,” Kicks chuckles. “She’ll take care of Cali.”
We pay our tabs and head out to meet Taras. It’s a fifteen-minute drive from the diner. I left my car back at the hotel and am riding with Rascal in the box truck following Shade and Kicks in Shade’s car. Shade is from Colorado, so he’s familiar with how to get around out here. Taras’s house is outside of south Denver. I haven’t been to Colorado much, but every time I’m amazed by how beautiful it is out here. Like New Orleans, I can’t help but consider if Cali has ever been here before. I’d love to go on a cross country road trip with her.
We arrive ten minutes before our meeting. His house is a fucking mini-mansion. It’s fucking huge. Too much house for me. It also sits on at least ten acres of land. The driveway itself is stretched out across an acre and it’s a huge circle around the house. Rascal parks the box truck in front of the front door as two bodyguards walk outside. We leave our guns in the glove compartment in the truck to show them they can trust us and we don’t want any issues. I hop out of the truck and walk to the back.
“We’re here to deliver Taras’s shipment from the Savage Menaces,” I tell the bodyguards. One of them nods his head before he turns around to go back inside, more than likely getting Taras. The guard who stays outside pats all four of us down, checking for guns. Once he’s done, the other one pops his head out the front door and signals for all of us to come inside.
We walk in and right away, I’m in awe. There is a dual staircase and a fucking twenty light chandelier. Everything is different shades of war
m browns. The floor is tan and white marble checkered. It’s not as dark or cold in here as you would expect for a member of the Bratva. Almost as if it has a woman’s touch. The guard leads us into the living room.
“You, come with me. The other three stay here,” he commands. I look to the guys and nod my head, telling them it’s okay. They all take a seat on the couches. I follow the guard down a hallway. He brings me to Taras’s office, where the door is already open. The guard raps his knuckles on the door, announcing our presence. Taras glances up from his desk.
“Ah, Buster! Come in, come in.” His Russian accent is pretty thick. I walk in and the guard closes the door behind me. “I hope your drive here went well.”
“We broke it into two days so it wasn’t too bad,” I tell him.
“That’s good to hear. And the shipment? There were no issues with it?”
“No issues. We looked everything over and it’s all there,” I assure him. “We even brought some extra ammo for you and your men to test them out.”
“Great! I will have my men unload them and I will check them over. After that, I will give you the money,” he explains.
“Sounds good.” We stand and shake hands across his desk. We make our way back out to the truck. When we walk through the living room, Rascal and the guys follow us outside where a few of Taras’s men are already waiting for us.
“The first six crates are filler crates. Yours are in the back,” I tell Taras. Rascal opens the back of the truck. He and Kicks move the filler crates to make it easier to get to the guns. Once there’s a clear path, they jump down and let Taras’s men in to get the crates. They have a warehouse trolley they use to load the crates onto to make it easier to transport them to their arsenal. Once they get their crates unloaded, Rascal and Kicks move the remaining crates back and lock the truck.
I go with Taras and his men to the arsenal. They unload a few guns and take them to their shooting range. As soon as each of them tests out a gun, Taras gives the okay.