KANE (Noir MC Book 1)

by Celia Crown

  "It's very loud, baby." Brenda shakes her head with a sign, compassion fills her beautiful features.

  "I know you take conference calls for consulting, you won't be able to hear."

  Humid heat rises on Brenda’s forehead as she remembers the used navy-blue boxers on the floor from last night.

  "I'm on vacation right now." Honey peels open a chocolate bar and bites into it.

  Brenda sucks in a breath and desperately looking at others for help. Some watch with great interest and the others is caught between drinking beer and talking to someone else.

  However, she can tell they keep one ear open.

  "Emergency happens." the man next to mom chimes in.

  He has greying hair and a beard that is light too. He stood tall, towering over mom protectively with a gruff voice. A prominent scar over his left eye is lighter than the rest of his tanned skin. His stance is strong and dominating with aged calmness.

  Honey hums in her thoughts, taking in options she could take.

  "Should I go to a motel?"

  "No!" Brenda immediately objects, "It's not safe for you to be by yourself here."

  "Oh," the blonde-haired girl nods obediently, "I can go back to Miami. Mavis has extra rooms, or I could sleep at the hospital."

  Brenda shakes her head, heart heavy with guilt. Her daughter comes all the way to Nevada to spend time with her and she's lying about why her child can't sleep at her house.

  Their house.

  "I've mastered the way of sleeping in operation rooms after surgery."

  "That's not something to be proud of." Brenda laughs behind her hand.

  Another deep voice comes in, "She will stay with me."

  A big hand settles on the curve of her waist, tight and unmoving. It’s a hold that reminds her of the scorching possessiveness Kane puts on her.

  Honey turns to look at Kane, his face void of any indication he is disgruntled with the idea. His brothers raised an inquisitive brow at the stoic man, Kane is known to be detached and indifferent to many things.

  He doesn't get angry fast enough like some of the hotheads in the club, but he cares about them in his own ways.

  The man next to mom regards Kane with a silent conversation, which Kane seems to speak back with his eyes because Honey doesn’t hear a single syllable out of their mouths and the sleeping arrangement is settled with a nod.

  Honey’s heart pounds.

  She’s going to be in the same house as Kane: a six-foot, tattooed, and ridiculously sexy man with thick muscles and immense strength.

  Her cheeks redden at the things he could do to her in behind doors.

  He sees through her emotional chaos as his hand squeeze her hips.

  “Honey,” mom clears her throat as she zeroes in on the hickey on her neck, which Honey pretends her face isn’t on fire.

  “Go wash the makeup off.”

  Brenda points at the stairs that lead up to the second floor. Honey nods and smiles prettily at her mom, then she slips away with a whip of cloak and a creepy tune she heard from a movie.

  The olive-skinned woman follows the end of the cape as it rounds the corner with a sigh of relief, her heart pounds like a galloping horse and she isn’t in a horse race.

  Feels like she is because this was a race against time and tactics.

  Her body is the rider, holding on to her composure through reins. Her mind is the horse running free with imaginations while she tries to hold on for the ride.

  “Gentlemen,” she begins slowly, “She cannot know about Nate and I.”

  One of the men sitting with a beer glass in his hand quips, “Why not? She’s your daughter.”

  “It’s complicated.” Brenda winces, rubbing her hand over the rising goosebumps on her arm.

  The man, Travis, chugs down the rest of his beer, “Just tell her you’re Nate’s old lady.”

  “She’s young and doesn’t know much about relationships.”

  “Every kid’s like that.” Travis raises an eyebrow, kicking his feet over each other.

  “Not my children,” Brenda said, shaking her head with a sigh.

  Kane shifts his weight to the other foot and takes in the older woman’s weary features.

  “Tell me about her,” he says.

  He knows some things about Honey, but not enough. He wants to know everything about her; what makes her laugh, what makes her upset, and what makes her be categorized as flighty.

  Kane gestures the woman to sit on the chair next to Travis with Nate taking the other seat beside her while he takes the last chair on the table of four chairs.

  Brenda flops down on the chair, and Travis moves the beer closer to him.

  “I have three adopted daughters; all early twenties and gifted.” her chest expands to accommodate the shuddering breath she took in.

  “Laura is the oldest, working as the best criminal defense lawyer in Texas. Honey takes the title of being the youngest neurosurgeon, and Mavis. Oh, biochemist Mavis. She’s the youngest and the most protective.”

  “Huh,” Travis claps his hands, amazement shining in his eyes, “I take it they’re geniuses?”

  Kane’s chest puffs proudly, his Honey was smart and beautiful.

  “So smart that they sabotaged every relationship.” Brenda groans in agony.

  Nate grunts, rubbing her tense shoulder blades. His woman was in pain because of her disrespectful daughters. He silently appreciates them for getting rid of all the pesky suitors and letting him have the beautiful woman to himself.

  “I will talk to them.”

  She jumps in her seat and turns to him with panic in her eyes, “No, no, absolutely not.”

  “Are you ashamed of me?” he hisses between grounded teeth, anger rising in his muscles.

  Brenda cups his cheeks and shakes her head, “I’m not. I’m never ashamed of you. It’s what my daughters can do terrifies me.”

  “Tell me, what can they do to scare you?”

  Kane listens attentively, Travis’s legs bounce rapidly under the table as he eyes the couple from the corner of his eyes.

  “They do a lot of things,” she says vaguely, Brenda swallows again to ease her nerves.

  The olive-skinned woman itches the goosebumps on her arms, “Between creativity and intellect, you’d be surprised how much they can get away with.”

  She purses her lips and smooches a gentle kiss on Nate’s lip, “Let me ease them in first.”

  “I won’t wait too long,” Nate growls, irked by the fact that he would need to touch her without letting her daughter see them.

  “Depending on what kind of distraction,” Brenda casts a knowing look at Kane, “There’s a slim chance she’ll find out soon, which gives me plenty of time to plan this.”

  She pulls a stern face of a mother, Kane raises an eyebrow at the sudden change in attitude.

  “Honey is the fraternal twin to Mavis, and if you’re only playing with Honey, Mavis will drop anthrax on you. I won’t forgive you, and Laura can win the lawsuit easily.”

  “She isn’t a game,” he snaps.

  Hands curl above the table into fists, hazel eyes darken with churring anger in his stomach as he suppresses the urge to break the table in half. Red fury easily rises in his body when it comes to Honey, his protective instinct doesn’t allow him to let any harm goes to her.

  Whether it’s words or actions, by himself or others. He will crush the belief that anyone can move a hair on her.

  “You like her,” Brenda states, ignoring the defensiveness in his eyes.

  “I do,” he answers back without hesitation.

  She stares at him in doubt, “You only met her today.”

  “Yes.” Kane uncurls his hands; fingernail indentations redden inside his palm and stinging burns at how strongly he pressed them.

  “Why do you like her?” she questions, “Honey is remarkable and clever, but she’s inexperienced. Are you taking advantage of her?”

  Her hand slips into Nate’s unconsciously, pl
aying with his knuckles as she interrogates the man in front of him.

  The forgotten member of Noir sits at the table, listening in on the conversation with swift concentration. Travis’ lips wobble in mirth because the ever emotionlessly cool Kane facing a protective mother hen with father hen at her side is a sight to be seen.

  “I like her,” he says.

  Travis bites his tongue, this is boyfriend meets parent scenario.

  Kane had never liked anyone more than Honey. She brings out the dormant animal in him that makes it hard to control his desire to throw her on his bed and mark her completely.

  He likes her carefree smiles, adorable pouts when he calls out on her bullshit, likes how she looks at him like he’s her entire world when he thinks of her as his sun.

  Taking in chances of being blinded rather than looking away.

  “I see,” she murmurs, “Then, I think it’s safe to say that you’ll need to understand that Honey leaves all the time.”

  “She told me,” he answers back.

  Brenda pulls her hand away from Nate as she hears footsteps above her running around, “You’ll see her leave many times, it’s not that she has commitment issues, she just has a bucket list longer than the Constitution.”

  “Wherever she goes, I’ll follow.”

  She nods approvingly.

  Chapter Eight

  Honey

  Everyone tells Honey she should find a boyfriend.

  A boyfriend around the same age, it’s acceptable for him to be two years younger or two years older. The elderly ladies in the hospital say that the best way to avoid scrutiny is to find the perfect balance between age and status.

  Two years younger avoids the statutory rape charge, two years older dodges the stereotypical gold-digger label, and he must make enough money to be stable but not too much to make him a crusty douchebag.

  He also must be suited, void of distinctive markings, and a pleasant smile. People connection is necessary when someone wants to make a name for themselves.

  The potential future husband always serves the woman, he needs to treat a woman with the utmost respect. She must never be on her knees; she’s a queen and has more dignity than to bow down to a pretty boy.

  One woman suggests that the only way she will accept a man’s dinner date is indicated by his past experiences of whether he’s a fuckboy or not.

  The woman said she notices the trend of fuckboys as her grandson tells her everything on the internet, it’s that they tend to be ‘hotter than Satan’s kidney’ and girls flock to him like bees to honey.

  Cue two minutes of puns later, she tells Honey that she hopes they get stung into pig-heads.

  Elderly ladies are vicious these days.

  They know more internet slangs than her.

  Jokes on them, she broke all their rules of finding the perfect man.

  She found Kane.

  Towering height, possessive traits, and strong muscles.

  Tattoos. She can’t forget about the thing that catches her attention a lot.

  She thinks he’s a good fit for her.

  She expresses to him about the need to finish her bucket list because it’ll only grow more as she experiences more things in the future, he tells her that she can do all those things as long as he’s with her.

  He may look like a domineering and controlling man to an outside perspective, but Honey knows his only intention is to stop her spur-of-the-moment need to flee and find the Abominable Snowman at the Himalaya mountains.

  Kane knows how to cleanly cut down her ridiculous suggestions with a straight face when other people can’t withstand the sad puppy look in her eyes.

  They usually give in, but Kane has the resolve of a diamond coated in spider’s silk.

  Darwin’s bark spider, to be more specific.

  The knowledge of spiders comes from her fellow neurosurgeon’s fascination with spiders. Eight-legged and twenty-eyed creatures that send cold chills down her spine.

  Honey also broke another one of their rules.

  Kane is ten years older than her.

  Sorry, opinionated and chatty ladies.

  Honey happens to find older men more her taste, or it could just be Kane.

  Something about him makes her feel alive, like firework sparking in the sky when he touches her.

  He can bring her to her knees with a command and she’d do it without complaint. Unrestrained desire holds her on her knees, making her look up at him like the king he was.

  Kane sits on the bed with his legs open, enclosing her small body between them while seizing her longing blue eyes.

  She finds his tattoos extend down to his chest in elaborate patterns, a strong need to run her fingers over his chest is deafening.

  She wants to touch him; she wants to rake her hands on his strong thighs, unzip the obscenely large bulge to grasp his thick cock in her small hands, and she wants to taste him with her tongue.

  He’s testing her control.

  Honey knows this because her hands are fidgeting on her thighs while her clit pulses with little pleasures sparking up her toes with every graze of her panties when she squirms on her knees.

  Kane doesn’t allow mercy on her for the last ten minutes.

  He’s been giving her hungry stares all last night and the next morning too. He didn’t say anything or showed initiative to bend her over his motorcycle and take her there.

  He does, however, teases her with lingering caresses and deep kisses that leaves her struggling for air.

  “Be a good girl and wait.” he had said, late last night with her buried in his chest.

  Next morning, he wakes her up with light feathery traces on her thighs that makes her wet. He avoided touching her through her thin panties, only tracing patterns inside her sensitive thighs.

  He leaves her wanting and panting on his bed when he steps into his shower as if nothing had happened, she pouts the entire morning.

  Evening comes too slow with her constant craving looks, and he’s feeling drunk on her attention and needs.

  He palms his cock through his jeans roughly, hazel eyes darken with heat as she licks her lip in anticipation. Her small hands curling on the fabric of his shirt that she wore for the night, nude panties wet with the aching urge to be touched.

  His balls draw up tight with tension and cum bubbling at the base of this thick cock, waiting to be emptied inside her tight little pussy. He squeezes the shaft to let her see how big he is, and she whines in the back of her throat.

  Distressed and needy.

  She unconsciously shifts forward, itching to pull the zipper down and feast on his cock.

  For the sake of his sanity, he pulls the zipper down slowly. The clicking sound of teeth is loud and echoing in her ears as her eyes focus solely on the swollen tent created by his big cock.

  Painstakingly slow, the zipper hits the end with a silent stop. Her breath heavy and mingling with her lewd thoughts as she licks her lips again.

  “Go ahead,” he says, voice deep and smooth timber.

  She doesn’t need to be told twice as one hand flies to his thigh and the other fumbling with the opening. The button pops open with Honey feeling the scorching heat of his thickened length under her hand as she slips her hand into his briefs.

  He is big, her small hands struggling to pull him out as it trembles with need. He’s smooth and thick under her palm, and intimidatingly large when it’s freed from the confines of his briefs.

  Blue eyes widen in shock, it’s the first time she’s seeing a cock. Human Anatomy class doesn’t count, it’s for medical purposes.

  She gives it an experimental tug and he groans. Honey flashes her eyes up to him and sees him staring intensely at her moving hands with fist clenching the bedsheets.

  A bead of pearly cum drips down and she chases it with her lips on the red tip, his control cracks when his hip thrust up, forcing her mouth to open to let the tip fall in the hot cavern of her wet and small mouth.

  She twirls
her tongue over the head and sweeps it along the pulsing vein under his cock when she pulls away. Her panties are wet and uncomfortable as she wiggles her hip to get stimulation, and a scrape of rough material across her clit makes her moan breathily.

  Her empty pussy squeezes nothing, wishing to have the thick cock in her hands to be in her virgin cunt.

  She whines for his attention, and he gives it to her by grabbing a handful of her messy blonde hair. Kane guides her to his cock and her lips open obediently, tongue rolling out to put a barrier between her teeth and his shaft.

  Honey sucks gently as a gentle gasp tumbles out of his mouth, he steers the pace as she struggles to take more. Her hot little mouth straining to swallow more of him, but she tries because she can’t stop and doesn’t want to either.

  The tip of her tongue traces after the prominent vein as she sucks more of him, and halfway down his cock, she comes up for air. She doesn’t wait long to drop her head again and takes him in, her free hand strokes whatever part she can’t swallow.

  Lewd slurps and muffled moans fill the quiet room, he clenches his hand in her hair tighter and pushes her head further down his cock. Her throat opens to accommodate his heavy girth with every inch that slips further pass her resistance.

  “Fuck.” he throws his head back in thrilling bliss, his hips thrusting up. “Just a bit more.”

  Honey lifts her mouth off him, hand tugging and tightening on his shaft to bring him more stimulation as his wet cock slides easily in her palm.

  “Did I say to stop?” he growls, jerking her head back to look at his wild eyes.

  She whimpers when a spark of shiver nips her throbbing clit.

  She meekly pulls him back into her mouth with a lewd slurp as she swallows him. Honey bobs her head with a pace controlled by his big hand, each flickering of tongue gives her more confidence through his deep moans.

  Honey feels him twitch on her tongue, the muscles on his thighs taut with occasional jolts. Tears prickling at the corner of her eyes with lashes wet from the gratifying strain of her jaw.

  His thick length expands more in her mouth as she takes him down to the base while he chokes a surprised gasp.

  She feels his cock throb, stuttering hips sheathing himself entirely into her mouth and spurts copious amount of thick cum. He comes in long strings that slides down her throat lewdly.