Kinsmen MC (Complete Series)

by J. C. Allen

  I damn near veered off the road because I really was not used to having a woman’s body pressed up against me like this. I felt the softness of her breasts push farther with every turn in the road, the heat of her pussy pressed right on the top of my ass. I was dangerously hard by the time I got to her house.

  But that would get taken care of in a second.

  “This isn’t safe, Simon. I wish I could explain it to you but—”

  “You don’t need to.”

  I rushed her inside and cut her off. I turned to see her staring at me in shock, not knowing what I was talking about. I was prepared to ask her to tell me everything or, barring that, to tell her how much I knew.

  But the innocent look in her wide green eyes and the heaving of her rounded breasts threw me off track. I could no longer focus on anything other than making love to her and fucking her good right here. There was no Michael anymore, which meant no more distractions.

  I know what I had told myself. I know that I had said I was coming to talk, not make love, and that the talk was the reason I was there.

  But… damnit.

  Sometimes, when a woman like her was before you and she was clearly in heat at the moment—or, rather, I was in heat at the moment—well, there wasn’t any stopping things at the point. It was not a question of if; it was a question of how many times.

  “Fuck… you’re beautiful.”

  I crossed the space that I put between us and crashed my lips to hers. The feeling was so blinding, it traveled down my body and hit me where I needed it the most. I grasped her fleshy ass, exposed by her loose dress. She moaned into my mouth as my tongue came down on hers, driving with hers, tasting her sweetness. Her fingers clenched into my hair and held me close, her body flushing to mine even more.

  It was damn well better than the first night, when I was just shocked to see her. Hell, it was pretty much better than anything that I had experienced with her—or anyone, really. Maybe it was hyperbole, but it didn’t feel it in the moment.

  “I need you so fucking badly, Ella.”

  She gasped but didn’t get the chance to say anything before I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to her room. I set her feet on the ground, and she started working on me immediately, getting me out of my clothes. I noticed how she took extra care with my cut, as if she needed to. She knows. Of course she knows—her father is a rival MC founder.

  But rather than letting the the thought distract me, it made me even more focused on making love to her. My hands went to the end of her dress, tugging it over her head despite the zipper on it. Then it ripped.

  “Simon—”

  “Sorry.”

  I mean, I was sorry, but I wasn’t sorry that it was getting us closer to being fully naked.

  Once that happened, I stopped caring about anything else. How much I needed her was what mattered.

  Her big green eyes stayed fixed on mine before she kissed me. Her small hands traveled over my body, warm from the sun. It peeked in the window and set her hair under the light. Her fingers traced me, coming down over my happy trail. My cock stood erect between us, the tip hitting her belly and smearing my pre-cum.

  She looked up at me, biting her lip, which made me get harder. As she started to drop down onto her knees, I almost lost it with the anticipation, because whenever she does this—

  “I’m gonna fuck your mouth.”

  I have to get inside her somehow.

  She nodded, licking her lips as she drops onto her knees. She grasped my hips with her fingertips as I cradled her face in my hands. I led the tip of my cock over her lips, smearing the plush pink pillows before she opened up.

  I was swallowed into her heat as I pushed deeper, as far as I could go. Her eyes stay trained up at me, and it almost made me come undone. My balls tightened even more, causing me to hiss. I pulled out and shuddered, my knees weak.

  “Fuck, Ella… shit.”

  My head lolled back as I lost myself. My hips drove back into her mouth, her saliva moistening even more until it dripped as I went faster. She moaned against me, the vibrations traveling up my body and right back to my tip.

  I looked down to see her touching herself; her pussy was already so wet I heard her fingering herself. This made me even harder. She moved her fingers faster as I fucked her mouth faster. I could tell she was close to the edge.

  I gripped her jaw harder, and she opened up even more. I hit the back of her throat and stayed there as I came, sliding back out as I spasmed even more, letting out the last of my cum in her mouth. She swallowed me up greedily, taking her fingers from herself. I could tell she was close. And now it’s your turn.

  I slid her up the bed and crawled on top of her, my eyes trailing over hers. She breathed deeply, red around her mouth and where I grabbed her. I started to kiss around her breasts before I suckled her nipples. She shuddered, her body bucking towards me. I continued, using my fingers, before I traveled down her body. I inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy before I devoured it by lapping up her juices and licking against her clit, which was hard and throbbing.

  Her thighs trapped me there and her fingers in my hair tugged hard, just how I like it. I’ve missed her like this, having her the way I want. When she came, I felt content, the stress pouring out of her body and being replaced with desire.

  “Simon…”

  God, I love when she moans my name like that.

  I licked my lips, kissing back up her body until I reached her lips. We shared a messy kiss.

  “You’re perfect Ella. Fucking perfect.”

  I pulled back, staring into her soft green eyes as the sun dimmed through the window.

  “I still love you, Simon.”

  I cradled her face, my thumb grazing her cheek bone as I felt warmth over taking me.

  “I still love you too, Ella.”

  Maybe I shouldn’t have said such words for everything that was still unknown and being settled.

  But like the sex, it sure felt fucking great.

  10

  Rosella

  The words flew out of my mouth before I could register them.

  But… I didn’t want to take them back, not in the slightest. They were as true as I could make anything, and I was glad that he knew. I was even happier that he felt the same way, especially given everything that had transpired since I came back to this town.

  I thought my lies and secrecy would be too much for him, but he now knew all of my darkness. Despite that, he still loved me as if I was the innocent girl from high school again.

  It still blew my mind that he was that way. I had treated him like shit, in some ways. No, in most ways. Most men would have justifiably just walked out at that point. But I guess Simon, thankfully, wasn’t like most people.

  He hadn’t been since I’d met him.

  Simon, here in front of me now, seemed mostly the same. Back then he was handsome and boyish, but still had a hardness to him. Now, he was a man who had those same qualities. I’ve learned around town that he had lost his father, and I could see that in his eyes now.

  “You’re shivering.”

  Simon interrupted my thoughts by tugging my colored blanket over me. I was trying not to look weak by acting that way, but, well, I guess it was obvious.

  “No, I’m fine.”

  I was shivering from the happy chills running through my body, taking over all the sorrow that had plagued my life for the past few months. It was a chill I was more than happy to experience. I smiled up at him as his lips curled up at the sides with a grin, soft and unimposing. It was a smile that was only for me.

  And that was why it felt so good. As a club member, Simon probably could have had his pick of any woman he wanted at the club. Options were all but unlimited there; and yet, here he was, in bed with me, and only me.

  For a while, he stroked over my face while I lay on his chest, tracing the dusting of hair he had over his pecs and down his midline. When he was sixteen, the time we met, he didn’t have chest hair at al
l. It was a rather nice change to see that he had blossomed in more ways than once since all that time ago.

  But all that went to the side with his next words.

  “We should talk, Ella.”

  I could tell he had been waiting to say something since his chest had been tight. There was no better time than now to talk, given that we assuredly had privacy and Michael wasn’t going to blurt something out. I looked up at him, losing myself in his dark eyes, and I nodded. Sure, maybe my uncle or my father could have trailed us here… but the odds of them interrupting us were slim.

  “I know.”

  I sat up and stretched, pleased with the strain in my muscles from being with him. I could still feel his hands holding my face from where he fucked my mouth. Despite the increase in size for me since eight years ago, he still seemed to crave my body all the same. But first…

  “I just want to shower and eat first. You took me away from dinner.”

  Only two hours had passed, but it felt like more with him, while at the same time somehow feeling like no time at all. Maybe my request had been rude, especially since he wanted to have a serious talk, but I made it a point to then emphasize that a shower and food would make me feel much better about myself, making me much more likely to actually say what needed to be said instead of skirting the issues at hand.

  “Fair enough.”

  As he stood, I glazed over the way his body has defined itself, starting with his new tattoos down both his shoulders and biceps, intricate designs of black ink woven into his tan skin. His midline was so defined, it separated the four ridges of his eight pack and led down to his cock, impressive even when flaccid. He had always been perfectly cut down there. If Simon’s was the only cock I saw until I died, I would be perfectly content.

  I had to tear my eyes away from him, especially when he smirked at me. He knew how I felt about him, and goddamn if he didn’t relish in it.

  Then again, what man wouldn’t relish a woman looking at him like I looked at Simon? He was too fucking perfect not to look at!

  I went to the shower and started out on my own when, surprise surprise, Simon appeared. His huge, muscled body really didn’t belong on a purple bath mat, but it sure looked good either way. I stopped lathering up the soap to meet his eyes before they drift down the rest of my body, setting me on fire. I couldn’t help but look down at his cock twitching slightly, the color darkening as he grew hard.

  “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

  He walked in, leading to the intensity in feeling despite having just finished a round of sex. All our time together before was in public or stolen. We had never had sex in a shower—that was a first.

  “Wash you, I mean.”

  Oh. Well, still.

  He took the sponge from my hand, remaining behind me, kissing my shoulders as his tongue darted out to taste my skin. I was already starting to swell between my legs, my nipples hardening under the flow of the water. He trailed the sponge over every inch of my body, his cock hitting the small of my back as he came closer.

  Then, unexpectedly, he suddenly stopped using the sponge. His hands trailed up my body instead. The heat of his palms passed over the width of my hips, meeting the light hairs above my clit. The pads of his fingers explored before he seeped his fingers between my folds, hitting the hard nub of my clit. I trembled, falling back against him as my knees fell weak at the sensation.

  He drives my body to pleasure so many times, it’s a wonder I don’t get tired.

  So much for just washing me. Not that I’m complaining.

  “Simon,” I gasped.

  My hand went back and grasped his hard, muscular thigh. He kept one hand on my pussy, fingering and teasing me, as the other cradled my breasts, his palm rolling over my nipple. He held me close and practically held me up from falling as he continued so fast and perfectly. I came apart in seconds, collapsing against him just as he spun me around.

  His lips came down on me hard, our tongues sliding and fighting against each other. I reached for his cock, grabbing his skin that was hard as iron and soft as velvet. I pumped him hard, catching the hot liquid leaking from his tip. He moved us from the shower water, pressing me into the wall as he lifted me up. I latched my legs around his waist, holding him close to me as he entered in one smooth thrust.

  “Oh god Simon, yes!” I cried out, my head hitting the shower wall.

  I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently, his eyes boring into mine before roving down my body to where we met. I watched his cock slowly but repeatedly disappear inside me before leaving again, and again, and again.

  It was perfect.

  My fingers clenched the hard muscles of his shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he pummeled into me. Simon fucked like a man possessed, like a god. I couldn’t get enough of him.

  He sealed my mouth in a kiss, holding me close with the palm of his hand. I felt myself falling closer and closer to the edge. He hit the right spot inside of me each time he thrusted into me, and it added up quickly.

  Every muscle in his body clenched and his jaw locked as the kiss broke. I breathed into him as I came, my pussy clenching around him and drawing him in deeper as he also came, his hot liquid burning as it falls inside of me, shooting up to my core.

  “Jesus… you make me crazy, woman.”

  He held me close as he set me down, kissing me again. It was slow and intentional, the way his mouth claimed mine and tongue slid over me. He tasted of beer and mint, a signature Simon taste.

  And you know what? He made me crazy too. Simon Kinsmen made me goddamn crazy, man.

  He could go fast, he could go slow. He could fuck me, he could make love to me. He could take me out, he could keep me in. No matter what he did, it seemed to work. I was idealizing him a bit, I had to admit, but he was a man who deserved to be idealized.

  To an extent—I did have to get on with my day at some point.

  Eventually, we found it in ourselves to finish showering and get out. I threw on one of my lounge dresses that buttoned up, a pale blue color that hugged my hips. Simon tugged on his jeans and nothing else—he didn’t need to have anything else. I was happy to have him with nothing but… well, nothing on, although jeans, I suppose, was a necessary evil.

  “I’m not sure I even have food,” I said apologetically.

  Simon grinned at me. With his two day shadow coming in, he looked like an absolute dream standing in my kitchen.

  “I don’t mind. I’ll eat anything.”

  “I know.”

  I know all too well.

  I was glad that he was still the same way he was years ago. I rummaged in my fridge, but, unfortunately I was right. I only had scraps since grocery day was on Tuesday. I decided on grilled cheese and Michael’s potato chips in the cabinet.

  “Gourmet,” Simon said.

  I slapped his chest as I sat next to him at the breakfast nook.

  “Shut up, you’ll eat it anyway.”

  I knew that I was just biding my time until I had to spill the beans. But now, having finished what we did and feeling as close to him as ever, I decided to put it all out there. There would be no more secrets between us, for better or for worse.

  I moved onto the couch where I curled up against him and take a deep breath before I spilled my hardest and darkest secrets.

  “You wanted to know some truths,” I said. “Well, here we go. My dad killed our house maid just because she was helping me run away. She had practically raised me. Mina was more a mother to me than my own. But that was… that was after I left here.”

  Simon’s eyes were neutral, softly prompting me to continue. That he hadn’t just gotten up and left after that was reassuring, although the more personal dark secrets were still to come.

  “He didn’t know about you until a few days before we left. I had to keep it that way. When you told me you were in the MC, I knew that it would be bad for both of us, but I had already fallen in love with you then, I couldn’t just… I did my best to keep y
ou secret, so he wouldn’t come for you. Even then, I knew why he had come here. Eavesdropping could get me into trouble, but I did it anyway. He has always wanted power. Always wanted control. He needed the manpower to do it, so he thought he could contract henchmen who were already outlaws. Your father refused him,and that made him very, very angry.”

  Simon looked dumbfounded and a little hurt, but not to the point that he was also going to leave. Instead, he looked very contemplative.

  “I thought… I used to think you left because I was in the club.”

  Oh.

  “Is that why you have been reluctant to join?”

  He stared me down as he clenched his jaw. I had reason to believe, though, it had more to do with frustration in general than anger at me.

  “Yeah, yeah it was. I mean, I didn’t think you were coming back but I still knew that… or I thought that I could be how you wanted me to be.”

  “No I—I never minded you being in the club,” I said. “I always admired that about you, your loyalty to your family and the club. But it would have gotten all of you killed. So when I found out I was pregnant… I used it against my father. He couldn’t look weak in front of the people he wanted to control. I was right, he packed us up and said we were moving. It had worked, I knew he would go on somewhere else to terrorize something else.”

  I sighed with sadness.

  “It was a few years after Michael was born that he came in my room one day while he was playing. Michael was so little then, unknown to everything. I would be afraid every time Dad picked him up to hold him, but I knew better than to protest him. He had found a stash of money I saved from a job he didn’t know I had. He told me he knew who the father was, and that he would come back to destroy everyone if I ever left him. I swore I wouldn’t, in our family that means everything—if I can even call it a family. The next day, I had gone to work as usual, a little diner you didn’t know about unless you got lost. It was burned to the ground with his signature marked in the rubble. If there was ever a time I truly knew who my father was… that was it.”