"What the hell, Jace? You're going to get us all killed." One of his pals tries to warn him. Now I have a name for the motherfucker. Jace stares me down and answers his conspirator. "Shut the fuck up," he tells him.
"Mr. Kostas isn't going to like this, man." The one Wick is holding mentions. Mr. Kostas. That asshole is becoming a problem. He has his pushers and cronies infiltrating large portions of New Orleans with a new type of drug. It's becoming the leading cause of overdose deaths in the city. Not to mention I've heard he's been having his men strong arm a couple of small business owners in the city.
Growing increasingly agitated and tired of the bullshit, I shoot the guy in the foot. He screams in agony and drops his knife to the ground. Taking a few steps forward, I kick the blade away from his reach. Not having enough, the bastard lunges for me. All it takes is a swift blow to the side of his head; rendering him unconscious. His body falls like a sack of bricks at my feet. I look at his buddies. "Pick up your trash and get the fuck out of here."
Wick and Everest release them. They hastily pick their guy off the ground and carry his limp body down the alley. We stand and watch until they have disappeared around the corner of the building. "Think we'll have some retaliation from this Kostas?" Wick asks.
"I dare the motherfucker to try." All the tension in my body begins to relax as my adrenaline subsides. "It's nearing closing time. Let's head inside."
Thirty minutes after 2:00 am, the bar is locked tight and I'm dragging my ass up the stairs. As soon as I open the door and walk into the apartment, I feel more at ease. Getting back to Luna is all I've been thinking of since I left her hours ago.
Crossing the living room, I tug my cut off, tossing it on the back of the couch where I find Luna fast asleep, curled on her side, wrapped up in a blanket. When I texted her earlier, she was watching TV on my bed. If she thinks the couch will be her sleeping arrangement; she's wrong. Knowing I want her close, I bend, scoop her into my arms and carry her into my room, then gently place her on my bed. I stare at her for a moment, taking in her beauty, and wanting so badly to kiss her again. Luna's eyes open, finding me hovering above her. Instead of startling, she smiles.
"Hi," she signs.
"Hi." I do the same.
"Kiss me," she tells me. I hesitate, which causes her to frown and look away. Softly tugging on her chin, I bring her face upwards. Leaning further into her, I press my lips against hers. Luna's fingers tangle in my hair, and I kiss her harder. Tugging on my shoulders, she pulls me down on to the bed with her. Rolling us over, I bring her to where she is lying on top of me. The bedroom is lit with the glow of the streetlights outside filtering through the window blinds. Bracing her hands on my chest, Luna sits up and straddles my hips. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin material that separates us as she looks down on me. She plays with the hem of my shirt, before skating her palms upwards across my abs. Her touch causes my cock to swell painfully against the confines of my jeans, but I lay beneath her, letting her take the lead.
My shirt rises as her hands reach my chest. Reaching for the bottom of my shirt, I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor. Her eyes drink me in as she fists the hem of her silk top. Time slows to a crawl watching her peel the thin material from her body. The moment her tits break free, I want nothing more than to take them in my mouth. Running my palms up her thighs, and over her hips; I follow the curves of her body. My fingertips graze the sides of her heavy breasts, before running the pads of my thumbs across her sensitive erect nipples. Luna's chest rises and falls. Her skin prickles beneath my touch, and her eyes never leave mine.
Putting up no resistance, I pull her forward, bringing her breasts over my face, and take one of her taut nipples into my mouth, while palming the other. She begins to rock her hips.
With her hands braced on both sides of my head, she increases her hip movements. Reaching down, I grip her ass in the palms of my hands and guide her.
Being the selfish fucker, I am, I don't allow her to bring herself to orgasm. Rolling our bodies, I bring her beneath me, and hover above her, making sure she's looking at me. "I need to taste you." Her eyes widen. "We don't have to go any further. We can stop," I assure her.
"No," she signs quickly. "I'm a little nervous. No one has ever gone down on me before," she admits.
"I'm the first to taste you, babe?"
She nods.
"Do you trust me?" I ask her. Knowing I'm the first to do so makes my dick harden even more. Again, she nods.
I start working my way down her body with my lips. I lift my eyes to hers when I hook my fingers in the band of her pajama pants, then slowly pull them down, taking her panties with them. Before pulling the material past her thighs, I pause. With her swollen clit exposed, I dip my head, taking the first taste of my woman. Flattening my tongue, I run it through her center, then eagerly suck her bundle of nerves into my mouth. Her sweet taste causes a primal growl to leave my body. Repeating the process, I swipe my tongue across her flesh again, sucking her clit into my mouth once more. With no shame, I thrust my hips a few times, grinding my heavy cock into the mattress, wanting nothing more than to bury myself deep inside her sweet tasting pussy. But not tonight. Tonight, it is about my woman.
Pulling her pj's free, I toss them to the side and waste no time worshiping her body. Looking up, I find Luna watching me. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Her watching me pleasure her is now my obsession. I flattened my tongue and rub it against her clit, then slowly sink two fingers into her. I can tell as much as she enjoys watching me devour her, she's still holding back. Hooking my fingers, I find her sweet spot. At the same time, I suck her swollen clit into my mouth once more. Her walls tighten around my fingers, pulsing with her orgasm as it consumes her. With her pleasure controlling her, Luna is unable to hold back the raspy cries that leave her mouth. I slide my tongue up her center, tasting her one more time before crawling up her body, claiming her mouth.
Feeling her palms press against my shoulders, gesturing for me to rise above her, I lift my body from hers and look down at her. Luna's hands come between us. "I want to taste you," she signs, using the exact words I said to her moments ago. I sit back on my heels.
"Tonight, is about you, baby," I explain.
Luna repositions herself, kneeling on the bed in front of me. "I want to."
I search her eyes before moving from the bed. Standing at the foot, I kick off my boots, then quickly lose my pants. I stand there at the end of the bed, with my cock hanging heavy between my legs hypnotized by the depths of hunger shining in the violet pools of Luna's eyes. My feet become frozen to the floor the moment Luna begins to crawl on her hands and knees toward me. Once at the edge, she sits back on her heels. With her eyes trained on my cock, she reaches out, grazing her nails down my abs, letting her fingers travel around the base of my cock, before wrapping her fingers around my girth, stroking me a few times. Lifting her chin, Luna locks eyes with me, leans forward, and runs the tip of her tongue over the head of my cock. With a firm hold, she takes half my length into the warmth of her mouth. With twisting motions, she strokes the base with her hand simultaneously as she sucks the top half of my cock. The combination of the two movements causes my toes to curl into the carpet beneath my feet. Grabbing a fist full of her long blonde hair, I watch her take a little more of my cock into her mouth.
It doesn't take long before I'm ready to explode. Not wanting to surprise her, I tap Luna's shoulder, hopeful she will know why. Understanding, she increases her speed, sending me into the most intense release I've ever experienced as she greedily swallows everything I give her. With my head tilted back, I take a moment to catch my breath as I run my fingers through Luna's hair while she rests her head against my abdomen. Taking my woman's face between the palms of my hands, I lean down and take her mouth with mine. Breaking our kiss, I pull back so she can read my lips. "You're perfect," and kiss her once more.
Walking around to the side of the bed, I motion for Luna to join me under the blanke
t. Tucking in close to my side, she cradles her head on my shoulder and puts her palm over my heart. I kiss the top of her head. We lay here, like this for a while. Thinking Luna has fallen asleep, I close my eyes, letting my entire body become heavy. Before sleep takes me too, I feel her fingertips etching letters across my skin, quietly marking me, spelling out a single word.
Mine.
Chapter Twelve
Luna
Blinking my eyes open, I'm rewarded with the warm glow of the New Orleans sunrise shining through the bedroom window. I don't remember the last time I slept so soundly and felt so at peace. When I went to bed with Riggs last night, and he wrapped me in his strong embrace, I felt so protected. He makes all my worries and fears disappear. In the short time I have been with him, he has proven with not only his words, but with his actions, he is dedicated to keeping me safe. Not just physically, but mentally also. He proved to me last night the pull he and I have had between us since the moment we laid eyes on each other in Polson was not my imagination. Just thinking about how Riggs worshiped my body last night causes the space between my legs to tingle. I don't know what came over me last night when I initiated our kiss, which in turn lead to more. All I know is when I opened my eyes to find him standing over me; I wanted nothing more than to kiss him.
Peering over my shoulder, I take a moment to study his face as he lays in bed next to me. He looks so relaxed and peaceful. Not wanting to wake him, I carefully slide out from under his arm. Walking toward the edge of the bed, I spot his t-shirt on the floor. Picking it up, I bring it to my nose and inhale. It smells of cologne and beer. Slipping the shirt on over my naked body, I make my way into the bathroom. Once I have washed my face, brushed my teeth, and taken care of business, I stroll out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. After I fix myself a cup of coffee, I open the refrigerator and take in its contents. Pulling out the bacon and eggs, I place them on the counter next to the stove. With a craving for biscuits, I decided to whip up a quick batch. There is nothing better than homemade biscuits with butter and honey.
Forty-five minutes later, the biscuits are hot out of the oven, and the bacon is fried to perfection. I am scooping scrambled eggs out onto two plates when an arm snakes around my waist, and a pair of warm lips touch the space on my neck just below my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. Riggs reaches in front of me, plucking a piece of bacon off the plate and pops it into his mouth. Turning the stove off, I spin around in his arms and place my palms on his chest. He looks down at me with the kind of smile that will turn any woman into a pile of mush before he swoops down stealing a kiss. "Good morning, Mon Tresor," he says once he has broken the connection. I lick the taste of bacon from my lips.
"Good morning," I tell him in return.
Riggs fixes himself a cup of coffee before carrying our plates to the table. We settle into our breakfast, and I get a satisfying thrill watching him eat every bite; his face telling me he's enjoying his meal. "This is so damn good, baby. I swear everything about you is perfect. Your cooking is perfect, the way you're looking at me right now — perfect. Your beautiful as fuck eyes are perfect. Your silky hair is perfect, and your delicious sweet pussy — perfect," he finishes with a grin, and I blush. I have no doubt my face is six shades of red right now. "In fact, I'd like another taste." Riggs shoves his plate to the opposite end of the table. "Come here, Luna."
Doing as I'm told, I stand from my seat and make my way over to Riggs. Pushing his chair back, he places his hands on either side of my hips, guiding me to stand between his sprawled legs and the table. Dropping his hands to my thighs, Riggs drags his palms up, lifting the shirt I am wearing, exposing me. I take in the pleased look on his face as he discovers I am not wearing panties. Picking me up as though I weigh nothing, he sets my bare bottom on top of the table. "Spread your legs and show me what's mine."
With my breaths coming out in pants, I open for him, giving him what he wants; what I want. Hooking his hands underneath my knees, Riggs brings my butt to the very edge of the table. The movement causes me to lean back on my elbows. With a wolfish grin, he dips his head. The moment his tongue takes its first swipe up my center, I throw my head back and moan. I spend the remainder of the morning getting lost in the pleasure Riggs is giving me.
Sometime around noon Riggs and I finally venture out of his apartment. This time he takes me out through the bar instead of the back. When we enter the main area of the bar, we draw a few curious glances our way along with a chin lift from a couple of men at a table in the corner of the room. "We don't open until one, but those old timers have been coming here for years. They pretty much have free rein," Riggs signs while also speaking out loud so the three old men sitting at the table can hear. Riggs turns his attention to his brother Nova who is behind the bar. I still can't get over the fact that he has a twin brother. Nova is even sporting a beard though his is not as full as Riggs'. Another difference is their eyes. Riggs has blue while Nova has hazel.
At first glance, the brothers look identical, but if you pay close attention, you will see they have many differences. Right down to the way they carry themselves. "We're headed to the clubhouse," Riggs tells his brother before leading me to the back of the bar, down the hall past an office and out the back. The second we step outside, the thick humidity assaults me. The weather is something I miss about Polson. Montana does not have the same kind of heat as the south. I'm suddenly more thankful for the clothes Payton and Josie picked out for me. Today I am wearing a pair of shorts, a spaghetti strap top that shows a sliver of skin at my mid-section and a pair of four-inch wedge sandals. "Let's go, beautiful," Riggs says, straddling his bike, and I climb on behind him. Though I can't hear the mighty rumble of his bike, I can feel it. It's fast becoming an addiction of mine, just like everything else that has to do with this man.
The ride to the clubhouse doesn't take long. And just like the day before, it's mostly quiet. When we step inside, I take in the few members milling around along with Kiwi who is sitting on the couch with Josie on his lap. Josie is on the curvier side like me, has red hair, blue eyes, and an abundance of freckles. She's stunning. Without stopping to talk to anyone, we walk past the bar, down the hall to an office. "You okay with waiting in here while I go handle some business real quick?" Riggs asks.
"Sure."
"Come on," he says motioning to the chair behind his desk, and I sit. He reaches over, firing up his computer. A minute and a few clicks of the mouse later Sofia and Raine's faces fill the screen. I peer up at Riggs stunned.
"Jake called saying Sofia, and the girls have been worried about you. I figured you all could Skype with each other, and they could see for themselves. Plus, I thought you'd like to see some familiar faces," he finishes.
Beaming up at him. I tell him. "Thank you." I catch both Sofia's and Raine's surprised looks out of the corner of my eye when Riggs leans down and kisses me. "I'll be back," he winks. Once Riggs has left the office, I turn my attention back to the laptop where the girls are sporting the biggest smiles. Sofia speaks first while Raine translates.
"Do you have something you want to tell us?"
Unable to keep the smile off my face, I shrug. "Riggs and I haven't talked about what we are, but I like him."
"By the look on both of your faces just then, I'd say you more than like each other." This is coming from Raine.
"I think I more than like him too," I confess. "I'm not sure what to think, but I like the way he makes me feel. Riggs makes me feel important, and he makes me feel safe."
"We are happy for you, Luna. You deserve a good man like Riggs. I knew Jake was making the right decision bringing him in on the situation. Nobody saw you and him getting together, but we are thrilled."
"Thank you, Sofia. That means a lot coming from you. I know putting up with me was difficult, but I'm thankful you and The Kings stuck by my side."
Sofia narrows her eyes at my comment. "There was no putting up with you. I would help you a thousand times over if faced with t
he same situation. And I can say with absolute certainty; my whole family would feel the same way."
Neither Sofia, Raine, or I say anything for a moment as I absorb the sincerity of her words. I need to stop thinking I'm an inconvenience to people. It's a bad habit I need to work on breaking. A minute later, Raine is the one to change the subject. "So, tell us about New Orleans. What's it like?"
I smile. "Well, I've only been here a couple of days, but what I can say is it's hot as hell." The girls laugh. The three of us chat for fifteen more minutes before signing off with the promise to talk again next week.
When I close the laptop, I startle when I notice Lexi standing in the doorway to Riggs' office with the same look on her face as yesterday. Lexi stands a few inches taller than me, has brown eyes and black hair cut into a pixie style. She also has the whole biker chick look down to a T. She's wearing a short jean skirt with her ass practically hanging out, a top so small it looks like she bought it from the children's department, and the outfit is paired with ankle boots. I would say Lexi could be a beautiful girl if it weren't for her clown makeup and ugly attitude. I know Lexi's type too. The catty, jealous type. She is not here to make friends. When the woman continues to stand there without saying a word, I decide to take myself out of the uncomfortable situation and go find Riggs. I don't much like the idea of wandering around the clubhouse, but anything is better than staying here with the bitch vibes coming off Lexi.
Refusing to back down entirely, I keep eye contact with her while she shoots daggers at me as I stand from the chair behind the desk and make my way toward the exit. Just as I go to brush past her, she blocks the doorway, giving me a light shove with her shoulder in the process. I'm no fighter, but I'm no pushover either. Narrowing my eyes, I hold my head high and stand my ground.
Lexi begins to speak, and I read her lips. "I know you can read my lips, so read this you little deaf bitch. I don't want you coming here messing up what I have going on with Riggs. I have plans on becoming his old lady. So, I suggest you take your damsel in distress act somewhere else and leave Riggs to me — a real woman." The whole time Lexi is ranting, I don't bother to tell her Josie is standing right behind her. She doesn't look pleased either. Having heard enough, Josie finally speaks up.
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