“I don’t need your permission to let anyone fuck me.” I ride his hand, his finger buried deep, and wait for his retribution.
“Is that so?” I nod until his fingers leave my pussy and tangle in my hair.
A second later, I’m lifted and slammed down on his thick cock. A minute after that, I’m begging him for more and promising him the world as soapy water splashes all over the bathroom floor.Chapter 32TJ
“This is new,” Kaci murmurs against my skin but doesn’t bother to lift her head from my chest or open her eyes.
“What’s that?” I ask as my fingers flex against her lower back.
“You’re normally gone when I wake up.”
I can’t tell her I never fall asleep with a woman because it’s happened more than once at her place and telling her I never stay overnight would be a lie too because she just woke up in my arms. I know it’s my bed and everything, but I wouldn’t have pulled myself from her naked skin if the fucking apocalypse came banging on the door.
As if I’ve conjured the Devil, a pounding fist hits my door three times.
“Church!” Briar yells from the other side.
Kaci startles from the unexpected banging, so I do what any man unwilling to admit his feelings would do, I hold her tighter and kiss the top of her head.
“So much for the blow job you were going to give me this morning.”
I feel, rather than see, her smile against my skin. “You sound so sure.”
Without warning, I flip her on her back, covering her naked body with my own. She moans when my teeth sink into her nipple. “I’d fuck your mouth right now to prove my point, but I’ve got to get to church.”
I don’t get up until my tongue and the press of my cock against her naked cunt makes her beg for me to slam inside of her. Her whimpers of distress are the sweetest fucking thing I’ve heard when I climb off her.
“You don’t seem like the religious type,” she muses, watching me as I tug on a pair of jeans. “Unless it’s a devil worshipping thing.”
Her eyes focus on my erect cock until it disappears behind the denim of my jeans.
“We aren’t religious,” I assure her, leaning down to press my lips to hers. “It’s a biker thing.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tug on my boots as she draws shapes on my back with her fingernails.
“I need to come,” she complains as I cross the room to the door.
My cock jolts in my jeans at the undiluted urgency in her voice, but I do my best to ignore it as I pull on a t-shirt and my cut.
“Be good while I’m gone.” I know she can hear the warning in my tone, but her hand is moving under the sheet before I even leave the room.
“Took you fucking long enough,” Lynch spits when I walk into the chapel.
“What’s the big deal? I’m always the last one to arrive.”
Lynch narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t utter a word back. I don’t know why I’m getting a reprieve without threats or verbal warnings, but I have a feeling he’s trying to be sympathetic to my current situation with Kaci. I can’t decide right now how I feel about it.
“We have a trip to Richmond in two days,” Lynch begins. “Same amount as last time. I’m staying back this time. Briar, you’ll team up with Mac.”
The VP grumbles his distaste. That Irish fucker has struggled with keeping his eyes off my little sister, and Briar is fit to be fucking tied over the attention she draws from some of the men in the club.
“And I expect him to live through the drop-off,” Lynch warns.
“I promise nothing,” Briar mumbles.
Briar won’t hurt the guy unless he does something to earn it, but Mac isn’t an idiot. He’ll probably shit in his leathers when he’s informed he’s going to be on the road, one-on-one, with Briar for several days. Mac hasn’t patched in yet, so he will be kissing ass to the best of his ability until he has a little more say in the club.
“TJ you’re back to New York, but you’ll have Sonic with you this time.”
“What the hell?” I look over at Ronan. We rode together last time.
“He’s got shit here he has to take care of,” Lynch says in a tone that challenges me to disagree. “Nothing changes for you other assholes.”
A round of agreements echo off the walls.
Silence fills the room until I look back at my brother. “What are your plans for that girl while we’re gone?”
“What do you mean?” I ask playing dumb.
“It’s not the girls’ job to tend to your caged pets.”
“I bet Xena would love to tend to that pet,” Hornet drawls.
“She’s in my room,” I inform the group. No one seems surprised. I’m certain they saw me carry her naked ass through the kitchen last night.