A Savage Kinda Love

by Kiki Leach

  "Yeah, well, I guess with this one she decided, 'why the fuck not'?" He dropped his hands inside his pockets and chortled. "We've all gotta grow up at some point in our lives. Especially when relationships with other people start becoming the real thing and we start living situations outside of our own goddamn heads."

  "You think I'm living something inside my head?"

  "I don't know you well enough to consider the shit one way or another."

  "That's a fuckin' fact, you don't." Taz bent his head while attempting to size him up. Could he take on this asshole if given the chance for it? Probably not. "How long have you two been out here tonight?"

  "Few hours, maybe. Long enough for her to talk to Snake."

  "She mention what it was about?"

  "That's something you'll need to ask her."

  "She didn't tell you?"

  "She did. But it ain't my place or business to relay that kinda information to a motherfucker I met less than five minutes ago -- it's hers. Even if you are the goddamn VP of this club."

  His eyes twitched as he stared. "Seems she's got you pretty pussy whipped already."

  "Like a motherfuckin' bowl of pussy cream that I can't seem to stop myself from eating every time I get a goddamn taste for it. Maybe she'll indulge me again tonight... something I'm only guessing you don't know personally, at least not from her."

  Taz gnawed the inside of his bottom lip until it was damn near raw as a result; his nostrils flared as he grinded the back of his teeth and looked to the club as Nikko smirked. "I should get inside to meet up with the other brothers on some shit. Maybe I'll see you around out here again."

  "No doubt you will, motherfucker, soon enough."

  "Good--"

  "Goddamn great."

  The spiked tension between them remained as thick as a wave of smog until Taz finally moved into the club, and Nikko headed straight for the car with Cheyenne's keys and his cell phone in hand.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Make it Reign

  The back of Nikko's fingers brushing along the edge of my jawline was the only thing that managed to wake me by the time we made it back to the Brownstone, and in one piece despite everything that had taken place back at the club.

  After hopping out of the driver's seat and closing his door, he moved around to my side and without hesitation, slipped an arm beneath my legs and the other around my back, lifting me from the chair with enough ease to raise a feather.

  I snaked my arms around his neck and interlaced my fingers, then leaned into his face and brushed my mouth across his lips, inhaling his taste. The mix of spearmint and tequila on his tongue set every viable sense swimming inside my body on fire.

  "What the hell are you doing?" I asked, pulling back as I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. I felt drunk with such an intense desire for him in that moment, almost inexplicable.

  He snickered as a sexy smile, one devilish enough to engulf the sky itself with flames from his lips, crossed his face; his eyes lowered, darkened with a hunger that was sure to end us both as he casually jerked his shoulders and nodded toward the building. "I'm getting in some well-needed practice for when the true time comes for it, baby."

  I laughed aloud while shaking my head at him. "You're crazy."

  "Yeah, baby, I know. But I've got a good enough goddamn reason for it now."

  "Is that so?"

  "Yeah..." He nodded. "Fuckin' so."

  He kicked my car door shut with the corner of his foot, then carried me across the sidewalk and up the stairs.

  Once inside the house, he locked the door behind us and lowered my feet to the floor, then pulled me to him, brushing his lips and tongue along the back of my neck and tightening his grip around my hips. I sucked in air between my teeth and shut my eyes while falling against his chest; he moved his hands up to my stomach and snaked his fingers beneath my shirt, raking them across my skin.

  "Goddamn, baby... so motherfuckin' soft. You are... fuckin' everything for me tonight. Gonna be everything for me always..." I rolled against his cock as the air between us warmed, as the arousal between us tightened; he lifted a hand to my breast and eagerly pushed his fingers beneath my bra; I whimpered as my heart raced against his palm, as his fingers rolled across my nipple, forcing it to harden at his touch. My mouth fell open as I dragged my fingers along the rim of his pants, jerking his belt. "This is what the fuck you wanted from me, yeah?"

  "Yes... but--"

  "No goddamn 'but', baby," he rasped, gradually lifting his mouth to my jaw, sucking my skin between his lips, licking, tasting me; he was indeed the Devil. "Unless it's me having a taste of yours all over again tonight."

  I gulped as his tongue washed across my skin, and exhaled as his hand dropped beneath my stomach. "God, Nikko." He rocked himself against my backside, then slipped his fingers inside my pants, behind my panties and slid his index between my lips without a single unbutton or unzip. My breath caught as I tried to swallow, as he reached my opening and circled it with the tip of his finger; my legs bounced against each other, my eyes rolled into my head as he teased me with only a taste of what I knew would come next. "We didn't..." I dropped my hand on top of his wrist to keep him from moving any further until I finished. He lifted his mouth to the back of my ear and groaned before releasing a quiet chuckle. "We didn't talk about you and Nix," I said. "You don't know anything about what I learned from Snake..."

  "That shit can wait 'til the goddamn morning, Cheyenne; at least I would think? 'Cause nothing's going anywhere anytime soon now, is it, baby?"

  "No, but--"

  "I didn't fuckin' think so." He brought his other hand up to my throat and lightly squeezed until my pulse thumped against his fingers; I bit my lip and exhaled to keep from whimpering again, then gasped as he whirled me around to him and wrapped his hands around my face. Staring directly into my eyes and brushing his thumbs across my cheeks, along the edge of my bottom lip, he lightly wagged his head and arched the corner of his mouth. There was something within his smile that I could see far too clearly now; his skin flushed as it widened; as he looked so ridiculously happy to hold me near him again -- my God... I wanted to hold onto this moment between us forever. "I wanna fuckin' have you tonight, baby," he said in a low voice; his tone so deliciously gravely that I ached for hearing more of it while on my back this time. "Goddamn every part of you Cheyenne; gotta make you fuckin' mine all over again."

  "I've been yours," I said. "Even before we both knew it... before we knew each other."

  "Goddamn right." He lowered his face to mine and rolled his tongue between my lips.

  I moaned as he kissed me deep enough to leave us both breathless mid-taste; soaking in the warmth of his skin through his clothes, I crawled my fingers up his back and slid them beneath his shirt. "Take me to your bed this time, Nikko... Please."

  He grunted while sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, then pulled back from me and nodded. "Goddamn begging... You ain't ever gotta ask me twice about it, baby."

  "I better not." I threw my arms back around his neck as his hands lowered to my behind, and shivered at the light jolt that rolled through me like an electric shock.

  He snickered and kissed me again while lifting me from the floor, grinding his cock against my sex as my legs encircled his waist. I released his mouth in favor of staring at his face again, in favor of taking in his deliciously aroused expression, and held on with my entire life as he walked us upstairs to his bedroom.

  After moving inside and lowering me to the bed, he positioned himself between my legs and bent his head to the side, watching my face change from open satisfaction to enamored as he dragged his fingers along the side of my throat.

  I closed my eyes and rolled my tongue between my lips before inhaling the deep feeling of pure ecstasy that had enraptured my body in that very moment.

  He lowered his mouth to my pulse while shifting his hand to my right breast and rolling his fingers across my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. So er
otic, my body jerked against him in reaction. "Nikko." I moved my hand back into his hair and turned my face to his, forcing him to pull back from my throat and kiss my mouth as hard as I needed, as hard as I desired and ached for.

  And he did, my God, he gave me everything I had only ever asked for in silence and more.

  As our lips moved against each other, as our tongues wrestled with a need that seemed almost too rich for either of us to endure without pressure, he dragged his hand from my breast to my stomach and slipped it back inside my pants.

  I was already so wet for him by that point, already so desperate; so anxiously in need of more skin on skin contact that I knew he could tell from the immediate reaction of slipping his fingers inside me without hesitation. I reached for his shoulders to keep myself in place and yanked my mouth from his to turn my head aside and breathe. He kissed the corner of my lips with such a care that nearly made me come while using the strength of his fingers to caress every desired angle of my clit.

  I melted into the bed as he gradually, so slowly that it nearly wrecked me from the inside out, dragged the tip of his tongue along my jawline and gently sank his teeth into my skin; he brushed the fullness of his lips against the tip of my earlobe as he lifted his mouth, and rocked against me as if the only thing keeping us from moving further was each other.

  My hands moved along his back before dropping to the edge of his shirt. He pulled back and out of me just long enough to remove the shirt entirely and toss it to the floor. I raised my hands to his stomach, caressing the muscles that expanded with each inhale, then yanked at his pants again and suckled my own lips to savor his taste.

  "I want you in the shower with me now, baby," he muttered.

  "What?"

  He lowered himself back down to the bed with a smirk, resting his hands against the mattress and brushing his mouth and nose against mine; the sweat forming along his upper lip left a sharp taste of salt dancing across the tip of my tongue.

  Delicious.

  "I want you wet and in the shower with me," he said again.

  "I'm already wet for you," I told him. He grinned. "Why are you so against us staying in this bed?"

  "I'm not against it so much as I just wanna explore every goddamn part of you in every room of this house. And I told you I'd get you in my shower."

  "You never said that."

  "The night I came back, you said you wouldn't take a shower with me... I told you it wouldn't be then, but that shit didn't mean it would never happen. You had to know that, Cheyenne."

  "I--"

  He slipped his hand around my back and lifted me from the bed. "Baby... I want every part of you wet and on my goddamn cock tonight." I became a puddle at the sound of his words to me, at the demanding way he chose to say them. He dragged his other hand around the back of my thigh, hooking it around his hip. And as his eyes bore into mine, as his fingers tightened, he clinched his jaw and lifted his chin; so terribly sexy, it was unbelievable to me how much. "You wanna come with me tonight or not, Cheyenne?"

  "Yes."

  I wrapped my arms around him as he lifted me from the bed just as easily as he had put me down, and while keeping me close to himself, while making sure I could feel every inch of him expanding against me, walked us down the hallway to his bathroom.

  I kicked off my shoes at some point before moving inside, then bent down to kiss him as he flicked on the lights and shut the door behind us. His hand moved behind my neck as his tongue tasted mine, while the other slid back into my pants and gripped my behind. I pulled away from him yet again to catch my breath, unprepared for the feeling of damn near suffocation that would enrapture me as he bent forward and rolled his tongue across my neck before dragging it down the center of my chest.

  Without prompting, I lifted the shirt over my head and tossed it near his sink, then reached around for the back of my bra and unhooked each strap as he shoved me against the wall of his shower, and dipped his face between my breasts; the softness of his skin against my own left my fingers numb, left me quietly begging for more of his taste -- his touch, his insanely delicious smell; my hands fell away from my back and I lifted them back to his hair; he kissed and licked and nibbled the angles of my breasts left available to him before raising his eyes back to mine and curling his fingers into the small of my back.

  I pushed against him and brushed my fingers across his cheek, then circled the edge of his mouth. His lips parted just enough to exhale against my skin; enough to extend his tongue and roll the tip around the edge of my index finger. I swallowed hard as he sucked it between his lips, then pulled back as my skin burned against him and dragged it down the center of his throat, stopping at the base of his Adam's apple.

  He lowered me back down to the floor and dropped his hands to my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping while keeping direct focus on my eyes; as if to make sure I was enjoying every second of him touching me -- every second of what I knew this would be for us all over again tonight. Maybe more of it. As my pants fell around my ankles, along with my panties and bra, I rested my hands on top of his shoulders and lifted my feet while he kicked them all to the corner. He brought his hands back up to my face and kissed me one last time before removing his own pants and reaching inside the shower to turn on the water.

  Once it became warm, I stepped inside and dunked my head beneath the showerhead, combed my fingers through the expanding curls of my hair and closed my eyes as the water drenched my skin. He moved in behind me and closed the door, then dragged his hands across the small of my back, slid his fingers along the corners of my behind. I gulped back the fear of him taking more from me than he should, more than I thought I could give again, then pushed out the relief of allowing him to have all of me and more past tonight.

  "Baby."

  I turned to face him at the sound of that word and smiled as he gently brushed his wet lips across my mouth, then leaned my head back as his mouth slid down my chin and throat, past my breasts to my stomach. My hands fell on top of his head as he dropped to his knees and gripped my thighs to lightly spread them apart.

  He grunted at the sight of my sex, at how wet I truly was for him by this point; I chewed my lip, anxious as his tongue melted against my skin beneath the engulfing heat and steam shattering between us, and groaned. "Nikko, my God..."

  "Say 'I'm fuckin' yours forever', baby... goddamn say that shit to me right fuckin' now."

  "I'm yours," I told him. "I'm yours, forever, baby..."

  "Fuckin' yeah, Cheyenne."

  His fingers rolled against me as my hips bucked against his mouth. As his tongue outlined my slit before diving directly into my opening and kissing me hard enough to collapse my insides, I gripped his hair to remain on my feet and curled my toes against the drain of the shower, nearly cracking each muscle as water blanketed our skin with a fervor.

  "Nikko..." His tongue deepened, extended inside me just before he pulled back for only a few seconds to kiss my lips individually, and suckle them until I swelled against his mouth, his specialty.

  I dragged my hand from his hair, down the side of his face, and slid my fingers beneath his chin, forcing his eyes back to mine; they were heavy, full of a need for me that I knew could never be matched by another -- past, present or future.

  With water dripping from the edge of his bottom lip, I bent down to suck it between my own; his eyes remained open and focused. Staring at each other as we kissed, as I tasted myself on his tongue, filled me with such a lightness like cotton candy; had it not been for the weight of his fingers, for the weight of a grip hard enough to bruise my skin, I would've floated straight from the shower and out the damn door.

  After taking one last bite of him, I reached for his right hand and dragged him back to his feet.

  He stared down into my face and shook his head as a smirk arched the corners of his lips. "What the fuck are you doing to me right now, baby?"

  "Not enough of what I should be, not enough of what I want," I said, shoving my hands into his c
hest, pushing back until he reached the wall. "It's my turn now."

  "What's that, baby?"

  "To have you in the same way that you've had me more than once now, Nikko -- even tonight." I slid my arms across his shoulders and pulled his face to mine. He snaked his arms around my waist and leaned in. "I want to taste you all over my tongue."

  "Goddamn. You wanna taste of what I can give?" he questioned.

  "Yes." I gulped. "I need everything from you, just as I've said before."

  "You want my cock--?"

  "Yes, Nikko, please."

  "Fuckin' begging for it from me, baby. Always goddamn begging..." He squeezed my ass before sliding his hands up my back and into my hair. I sucked on my bottom lip while gazing into his eyes, then leaned back as his lips parted and his mouth dropped to my breasts. Sucking and licking, biting and nibbling around the nipple of each one, he finally stopped when I cried out for him in a voice loud enough to shatter the glass around us, and fell back against the wall. "Goddamn."

  I stood straight and lowered my eyes to his dick as it remained stiff and ready between us. When I reached for him, gradually slipping my fingers around each bulging vein, rolling my thumb along its deliciously angled head and up the center as he expanded against my palm, his eyes closed and his shoulders relaxed against the tile; goosebumps spread across his arms and around his throat, beneath the tiny coiled hairs on his chest as his stomach tightened; he swallowed hard enough to rattle us both before sucking in a breath and exhaling; he rolled his lips into his mouth and slid his tongue between them; his teeth clinched and his jaw tightened; his skin flushed as he curled his fingers inside his hands and balled his fists.

  I fell to my knees directly in front of him as I felt his pulse racing against me, as the throbbing in his head intensified, then lifted my eyes back to his face. After taking in another breath and flaring his nostrils, he gulped again and loosened his hands, then reopened his eyes at will and returned to my face. A smile crossed his own, one filled with a certain kind of tenderness remaining unmatched to the rest. He brushed his index finger along the corner of my cheek, then around my jawline and beneath my chin.