by Kiki Leach
I bent forward to take him inside my mouth, my sex aching with an unbridled pleasure it had yet to experience before this very second. As the head of his cock slid across my tongue, glided along the roof of my mouth before reaching the back of my throat, I moaned and wrapped my hands around his ass to pull him closer, force him deeper.
My God, he was so big, so fulfilling that I almost released him to catch my breath again, but I couldn't. I needed to feel him inside me now, so deep that it nearly hurt; to feel the weight of him pressing against me in a way I had never allowed anyone else to have me before.
As his hips shifted and bucked, he grunted and lifted one hand to the back of my hair, tangling his fingers between my curls. I rolled my eyes back up to him and sucked air through my nose while watching his head fall back and his eyes close. His nostrils flared again; his skin turned the color of a beet; he swallowed before parting his lips, allowing water from the shower to pour inside his mouth and wash across his tongue. I sank my nails into his skin and slowly dragged my mouth along his shaft before moving faster by the second, all but begging for him to push as far down my throat as he could reach without leaving me unable to breathe again.
I pulled back when his hand tightened around my hair and he jerked in an attempt to hold back full release, then rolled the base of my tongue around his head to taste his pre-come, and wrapped both hands around his shaft, stroking him skin to skin, increasing the intake of pleasure between us.
"Jesus Christ, baby... fuck me, Cheyenne. Goddamn, fuck me, baby." His fingers loosened and massaged my scalp as he began stroking my tongue with his dick; so slowly that it nearly made me climax between shivers, I reached for his balls, which had now drawn up tight, and squeezed until he groaned. "FUCK! I'm gonna come any goddamn second now, baby, but not like this... I can't come with you like this -- I need to be all up inside you when I do."
"I want--" I mumbled around him.
"Not like this, Cheyenne."
I released him with reluctant ease, leaving his stiff cock to wag between us, and returned to my feet; I gasped as he bent down to kiss my lips while simultaneously reaching down for himself, and hiked a leg around his hip to indicate that I was more than ready for him; as the head of his cock brushed along my slit, I rolled my body forward and exhaled.
His hand gripped my ass before moving across the back of my thigh; his mouth dropped to my throat when he finally pushed inside me; the warmth from his breath hitting my skin as I held my own and angled my body for more of him was damn near life changing; as he switched our positions, forcing my back against the wall this time, I winced. "Nikko..." I begged; he lifted my other leg to hike around him, all while keeping both hands gripped around my thighs. As he bucked his hips, pushing deep enough to nearly collapse us both, I yelped. "Oh my God..." He caressed the walls of my sex in a way that could almost be deemed unnatural from how deliciously good it felt, how insanely hedonistic we had become.
When his balls slapped against me, I dragged my tongue between my teeth and bent forward to suckle his tongue beneath a wave of water, then squeezed my pelvis to feel every inch of him until there was absolutely nothing left to have.
"Goddamn, baby... so fuckin' tight around me... goddamn."
He lifted me higher, pushed himself deeper inside me, moved faster -- accelerated to a pace that left me gasping as tiny tremors from the waves floating through my body electrified my skin. His hands glided up and down the center of my back until he pulled me against his chest; with the heat engulfing our lungs with every inhale, he turned me from the wall and reached for the knobs to shut off the water.
"My God, Nikko, what the hell are you doing?" He said nothing in return while staring into my face, then opened the door to the shower and stepped back to the floor. "Nikko--" He kissed me before I could finish and dropped one hand back down to the small of my back, allowing his shaft to grind against my clit. "Oh my God." My breathing heightened as my arms draped across his neck, as we left the bathroom in a fever full of each other and paced back down to his bedroom without another word.
After reaching the bed, he lowered me back down to his sheets, a mixture of sweat, sex and water soaking into the fabric. I stared up into his face again and smiled in the same way he stared and smiled back into mine while reaching for my throat. I lifted my chin and shut my eyes as he cuffed me, then squirmed against the mattress as he pumped in and out of me again, so slowly that I had no choice but to reach for his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin in fear of losing myself completely. As the head of his dick reached places inside me he'd yet to explore even the first night we were together, as he pushed beyond my G-Spot and rolled his tongue across my lips, my hands fell away from him and back to the bed.
"Make love to me, Nikko, please..." He pulled back while eyeing me with a frown, quietly begging for more answers. "Please..."
"What the fuck have we been doing all this time now, baby?"
"Not this," I told him. "Please, Nikko." My brows lifted as I blinked away a set of sudden tears and adjusted the lower half of myself against him.
"Baby..." His hand lowered from my throat to my breast; his fingers glided across my stomach before crawling around to my back. He nodded while circling his hips between my thighs, while wrapping my leg around his back all over again, then brushed my hair from my face and deeply inhaled. "We still gotta set a date on this shit."
"I know."
"Part of what I was talking about with Nix outside."
"What did he say?"
"That the shit needs to happen soon."
"...What do you say?"
"That it's whenever the fuck you wanna have it, Cheyenne. I don't give a flying fuck as long as you're the one who's right there with me, baby."
"You mean that?" I said. "You promise?"
"Yeah, baby. Goddamn promise as always."
"Okay..."
He pumped into me with a smile, then bent forward to kiss the center of my throat and licked my skin. "Fuckin' forever, baby..." he muttered. "This shit's gonna be you and fuckin' me 'til the goddamn end..."
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sin Soaked Territory
A brush of soft kisses trailing along the back of my arm forced my lips into a smile as my eyes remained closed.
"Morning, baby."
"Good morning."
Nikko snaked an arm around my waist and flattened his hand against my stomach, then pressed his face into the back of my hair and inhaled. "Goddamn, Cheyenne, you smell so fuckin' good this morning, baby."
"Well, it can't be from the shower we didn't take last night."
"The fuck it couldn't be. Still managed to get you more wet than usual."
"Nikko." I laughed aloud and rolled to my back, facing the ceiling. As the sun shone across our faces in thin slits, highlighting the sharp, warm tint of hazel in his eyes, he pressed his elbow into the mattress and rested his other hand beneath his chin; he swallowed hard while staring into my face, keeping an almost too tight focus on my own eyes as he sucked in a deep breath. I frowned as a line formed between his brows, and shook my head against the pillow. "What is it?" I asked him.
"Nothing--"
"Something." I turned aside as his hand slid from my stomach to my back and lifted my fingers to his cheek, caressing him. He turned just enough to allow the hair on his face to brush against my palm, then brought his hand up to my wrist and kissed my skin until I flinched against him.
He swallowed hard again before responding and arched his brows. "Last night at the club," he started. "I met that motherfucker Taz... Your VP?"
"The club's VP. I didn't see him all night and God knows I was in the mood to give him a piece of my mind after hearing what Snake had to say. Where was he?"
"I met him outside as he rolled up on his bike, right after we hung up. Said he was going inside to look for you."
"He didn't. What did he say to you?"
"Too goddamn much," he muttered.
"What do you mean?"
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br /> "I could tell right off that motherfucker's got a thing for you, Cheyenne -- full goddamn blown kinda shit." I shifted my eyes from his face to keep from appearing too aware of the truth, and lowered my hand to the bed, resting it between us. He soured. "You ever have a certain kinda thing for him in the same way? 'Cause from the way he was talking--"
"I thought I did before now," I said. "Before all of this and you; before I knew what it could actually feel like to have something more... he knew all of that."
"You two never hooked up?"
"No..."
He peeked at me from the corner of his eye, unsure. "You regret that shit?"
I returned to my back and shook my head again. "Whatever I felt for him before coming back to the city isn't the same as it was when I left, much like everything else; that's the bottom line."
"What kinda shit are you feeling for him now, Chey?"
"Contempt." I looked aside as his eyes recaptured mine. "It doesn't help that his mother is back in town."
He frowned. "You two don't get along either?"
"Not in the least and never have, really. Her name is Deborah Fairbanks and she is... something else, which is putting it mildly."
"Was she friends with your mother like Marleena?"
"She was... something to my mother, sure; someone I wish more than Marleena, she had never known."
"Why's that, baby?"
I took in a breath while rolling my eyes across the room. "She was off screwing Rox right before my mother was killed; she was also a nursing student with the skills to try and help her, but didn't."
His mouth dropped as his eyes widened in shock. "Christ."
"Before that, she'd been somewhat of a problem for the brothers in general -- unable to keep her mouth and legs shut while in the company of other charters for more than a day; but after... I never wanted to see her again for as long as I lived. It's too damn bad no one else has ever managed to feel the same way." I sighed. "Not sure what kind of spell she's managed to put on people, but--"
"Where's she been if not in the city?"
"Phoenix, for the last so many years. She came back with the supposed intention of helping Rox get the money back to the club, but knowing she never had it to begin with, I'm not exactly sure why she really came or is choosing to stick around."
"Maybe more to do with her son?"
"Maybe if they were close enough, but she wouldn't stay for an unspecified time period unless she was getting something from it -- be it from him or the club... or Snake on his own."
Nikko arched a brow. "Her and Snake?"
"She was Marleena on steroids back in the day, but Snake has always been her go-to for nearly any and everything she's ever wanted, needed or had... and he's always been too damn willing to oblige no matter the cost to anyone else."
"Taz know about them hooking up?"
"If he does, he's never said anything about it. Though I'm certain he doesn't have a clue about her hooking up with a Gambiano."
He blinked once and leaned into me. "Say fuckin' what, Cheyenne--?"
"You heard me."
"Baby..." He pinched his brows and chortled. "Taz's mother has been hooking up with one of the goddamn Gambiano's? Which one?"
"Ronaldo, apparently."
"Jesus -- The craziest motherfucker outta the two -- that's goddamn rich as fuck. How'd you find out about this shit?"
"My friend Brandi from childhood was at the club last night and told me all about it when we finally managed to find some space alone."
"How'd the fuck she find out this shit?"
"Ronaldo told her himself when he came out to the club looking for Snake after learning Rox no longer had their money."
"Goddamn. Did Snake actually see him?"
"She said he wasn't there, and he still doesn't know anything about Ronaldo showing up; the cameras must have been off and I asked Brandi to keep quiet about it for now, at least with him."
"That's good, baby, real fuckin' good; she should." He sat up and pressed the bottom of his feet into the mattress, then lifted his knees beneath the sheets and wrapped his arms around them; he bent forward and stared across the room.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, sitting up and moving in beside him.
"I don't fuckin' know just yet..." He peeked over at me and lifted his chin. "What'd Snake have to say about the money?"
"That he doesn't have it, and that Rox was basically trying to set him up with lying, but I know he's full of shit in coming off so damn defensive about it."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. What isn't true would be proven just as much as what could be, which is something that he knows; if it were nothing, he wouldn't have damn near lost it on me last night for even bringing it up... Right now, I think it's just a matter of finding out exactly where that money is stashed in order to get it back to the rest of the club, and Rox out of Rikers."
"How do you plan on finding out where it might be? By now, the shit could've been spent or washed to keep from being traced back to your old man or the club." A knock at the front door stopped me from responding to him. "Christ." Nikko looked to his bedroom door and glowered. "Who the fuck could that be at this goddamn hour?"
I glanced at his clock and snickered. "It's almost 10am."
"Shit." I grinned and leaned in to brush my chin across his arm. He chuckled. "I still don't know who the fuck it could be, baby."
"Probably Nix." He turned back to me while making a face. "Remember that I wanted to talk to him." He nodded. "Well, before I came outside to you last night, I found him and asked if he could meet me here this morning about Snake, Rox and that money. I wasn't specific in the hope that he'd show up regardless."
"You think he'll finally flip after telling him about your conversation with Snake?"
"He should; but if not, I'll throw in the information about Deborah and Ronaldo to make him question if Snake might know something about that."
"You think he might?"
"Anything is possible with him; but outside of that, something about Deborah staying back here again doesn't sit right with me. I need to know what the hell it is before I can even think to move forward with her in the way she wants."
"What kinda way is that?"
"Reconciliation."
He bobbed his head again and peered. "If Snake actually gets taken out, you think Taz would be good for taking his place?"
"I don't think Taz is ready to guide a litter of puppies, let alone lead the Reckless mother charter. Besides that, most of the brothers don't trust the fact that he's so much younger in comparison."
When the doorbell rang this time, Nikko groaned while throwing his blankets across the bed and jumped to the floor. I watched him with a smirk and bent my head as he moved to the dresser and opened his drawers in search of actual clothes.
As he bent forward, my eyes rolled straight down to the perfection of his backside.
My God, he was delicious.
"That motherfucker wasn't as bad as I was expecting for him to be with me last night," he said.
"Hm?" I raised my eyes to the back of his head while snapping out of my gaze. "Oh, right -- yes, Nix. That's good."
"Yeah. At least he was good with me after realizing I wasn't full of shit."
"Does that mean he actually liked you?"
"You sound shocked as shit, baby."
"I am."
He glanced at me over his shoulder and snickered. "He managed to tolerate my ass for longer than expected, and kept some shit from going down between me and that other one, Loco."
I dropped back and rolled my eyes in aggravation. "That one is in fact an asshole -- probably the biggest one the club will ever have. What did he say to you?"
"Bullshit -- petty shit; nothing worth getting into all over again or worth getting you all worked up about."
"I am worked up," I told him. "So much about all of this, Nikko... I fear like hell how it's going to end for everyone involved, and even for those who aren't."
> "You shouldn't." After grabbing a pair of red sweatpants and sliding them on without underwear, he closed his drawers and spun back around to look me in the face. He rested his hands alongside his waist, showing off the perfect cut leading straight to his dick, and lifted the corner of his mouth, realizing that I couldn't help but stare. He shrugged. "Nothing is gonna happen out here that we don't want or won't see coming at us first."
"That's a nice fantasy, but not exactly how life works," I said.
"Doesn't mean we can't fuckin' try."
"And how should we plan to do that?"
"I don't fuckin' know. For right now, we can start with you coming over here to me before going downstairs to answer that goddamn door."
I bit back a grin and shook my head. "What the hell do you want from me over there?"
"Maybe you should get that sexy ass of yours up already and find the fuck out."
"Why are you so demanding of me?" I questioned.
"'Cause I know you fuckin' love the hell out of it." And I did; God, I nearly hated how much. "Come'ere to me, baby." His voice was low and husky, thick with his usual desire for me despite feeling like so much more. He walked to the edge of the bed and extended his hand. I lowered my eyes to the rising bulge in his sweats and while allowing the sheets to fall around my waist, exposing myself to him completely, I bent forward and slid my hand across his fingers, into his palm. "Fuckin' soft as always." He grunted while pulling me to the floor and dropped his other hand to my backside, pressing my body so hard against his own that I nearly fainted from the impact of his strength -- his touch. "I asked you this shit last night, but... when are you wanting to make it official between us, Cheyenne?"
I lifted my shoulders in hesitation while lowering my eyes to his chest. "I still don't know yet."
"Baby--"
"But the next six weeks are critical from what I keep being told. Maybe five by now."
"Yeah." He slipped his other hand around my waist and tapped his fingers along my spine. "Means we're gonna need to start getting on that shit."
