Loving Crow (Unsaintly Kings MC Book 1)

by A. Lynn

  “No problem, little man,” I say when Reagan opens the door wider to usher me in. “You like pizza?” I ask because I have no clue what the fuck he just said to me.

  “I’s woves peeta!”

  She reaches down to pick him up and says, “J, this is my friend, Crow. He’s going to watch The Incredibles with us.”

  “Cwow? Dat's a funny name," he says. "Down, Wea.”

  “It’s my nickname.”

  The little guy looks confused and asks, "Whas dat?”

  “It’s a name my friends call me.”

  “Just like I call you J or baby,” Reagan adds.

  “Oh,” he says. “Can I’s call you’s Cwow?”

  “Of course. I said my friends call me that, didn’t I?”

  “You’s hew dat, Wea? I’s his fwiend!”

  “Of course you are! You’re awesome, J!”

  “I’s is,” he declares as he heads out of the hallway. “Comes on, Cwow, I’s stawbin’!”

  When Reagan starts to walk in the direction Jordan walked off in, I grab her hand and drag her back. She giggles and turns to face me just as I bend forward to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Hi, baby.”

  “Hey,” she rasps and goes up on her tiptoes to connect our mouths again.

  I run my tongue over the seam of her lips and she opens to me instantly. I waste no time wrapping my free arm around her waist and slipping my tongue inside her mouth. The second our tongues connect, she moans and I feel my cock begin to stir. She tastes so fucking good, like peaches and cream. And these fucking lips, so plump and pouty, like a fucking cloud. I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around my cock.

  My hand makes its way down to her ass to squeeze the firm globe. She closes the distance between us and when her body comes in contact with mine, she gasps, but she doesn’t pull away. No, she rubs her lower stomach back and forth on it. I’m so lost in her mouth and the w—

  “Wea? Cwow? Moobie’s stawtin’!”

  It feels like a bucket of ice water got dumped on my head. Down, boy. We pull apart and she laughs. I smile at her and link our fingers, planting a chaste kiss on her lips. “I love that.”

  “What?”

  “Your laugh,” I say, making her blush.

  “Come on,” she says pulling me to the living room.

  An hour and a half later, I am sitting on the couch with Reagan under my arm and Jordan’s little legs propped up on my own. Completely comfortable. Who knew. I mean, I always wanted a family—in theory—but I wasn’t out actively looking for it. Pop had it right earlier when he said that I never had to work for it. Even when I was in high school it came easily, not that I was super picky—unless it was old woman pussy. No one wants that—and any guy who says they were is a fucking liar. I was never the boyfriend type like some of my friends were, if I wanted to fuck I would either hit up a friend—like Ashley Nunez—or I would come to the clubhouse and grab one of the club sluts.

  In truth, I don't know what is more terrifying, though. Having a girlfriend with a child or getting up and walking out the door before our story has a chance to write itself. Probably the latter. The feelings that I have for her are so intense. I felt it almost immediately, from that first night at Fallen. I wouldn’t call it love at first sight—because that sounds dumb as fuck—but it’s something. I hope she feels it, too. If not, abduction is the next course of action. Okay, I’m kidding, kind of.

  One of my phones chimes on the couch beside me. Before I respond to the text, I pull up the camera app on my personal phone and snap the picture of the three of us.

  Tex: Where the fuck you at?

  Me: Miss me?

  Tex: Fuck you, dick breath!

  Me: I’m hanging out with Reagan and her son.

  Tex: Y’all should come to Fallen.

  Me: Not tonight.

  Tex: Come on! That girl from the salon is here. I need your girl to put in a good word for me.

  Me: Sorry man, her son is here. You gotta fly solo tonight.

  Tex: Pussy!

  Me: You better not let Ma know you’re sniffing around that girl.

  Tex: I ain’t afraid of your Ma.

  Me: Sure you’re not.

  “You got to go?”

  “No. That was just Tex being dramatic.”

  “Good, I don’t want you to leave yet. I’m going to put him to bed. Do you want to have a drink with me?”

  “Do you want me to carry him upstairs, baby?”

  “That would be great. Thank you.”

  “No thanks necessary,” I say and kiss her lips. When I pick him up out of Reagan’s lap, his arms and legs instantly stretch far out to the side, but the second he feels my body next to him he wraps his arms around my neck and buries his nose into my neck.

  Something in my chest shifts as the little guy whispers, “Nigh-night, Cwow.”

  I clear my throat and rasp, “Night, little man.”

  Once in his room, Reagan says, “I’ll be down in a minute.”

  “Okay, baby.”

  When I get back downstairs, I merge the two pizzas and put the full box in the oven. After that, I collect the plates and rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher, and once that was done, I bag up the trash and take it out to the can. When I come back in Reagan is in the kitchen mixing up an Amaretto sour.

  “Cleaning? Keep it up and I may never let you leave.”

  “Just trying to help.”

  “You want one of these? If not, there is beer in the fridge,” she says with a smile.

  “Beer is fine,” I say opening the fridge and snagging a bottle. I extend my hand to her and she links our fingers on her way to the living room. “I think the question is to you.”

  “Is it?” I nod. “Okay. Do you have any siblings?”

  “Well, you know about Skylar but we also have a brother named Dec,” I say and ask, “Why did you have such a strong reaction to Skylar that night at Fallen?”

  She takes a deep breath and answers, “Because she was my point of contact for when my Grams died. It should be under the whole ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ thing, but she was the one who told me that I was an orphan. I'm past Grams dying, but it was the first time I saw her since that day and it just hit me out of nowhere." She drains her drink and asks, "You want another?"

  “Sure.”

  She comes back in, she sits beside me with her legs over one of my knees. Her cheeks flush and as I bring my beer to my mouth, she says, “Have you had many lovers?”

  “I’m not sure you want me to answer that question,” I hedge.

  “Crap. That means it’s a lot, right? You’ve been with a lot of women…” she trails off.

  “Baby?”

  “Huh?” She won’t look up at me.

  “Baby, look at me.” When her eyes meet mine I say, “I was no angel before we met. While I wasn’t the type for relationships, I never was one to sleep around with a lot of people. I just rotated between friends with benefits. But I don't consider them lovers. If it’s a number you want, I’m sorry, baby, I can’t give you that.”

  “That’s reasonable, I guess.”

  “As much as I don’t want to know, turnabout is fair play. So have you had many men?”

  “No. I lost my virginity in high school, just to see what it was like—Ryan always spoke so highly, fucking liar—and that shit sucked for two minutes before he was done. Then there was Nico Deluca. We were in a relationship for two years, until he cheated with a friend from high school,” she pauses and looks away.

  “Why do you look embarrassed?” I set our drinks on the coffee table and bring her to straddle my hips. “Have you only had sex with two people, baby?”

  She turns red and nods. “I want sex to mean something.”

  “I can respect that… I have recently come to that conclusion as well.”

  “I'm not that embarrassed. When Ryan got pregnant and asked me to adopt J, I threw myself into college and then being a mom… well, an aunt. After that, there really
wasn’t much time or the want to date.”

  “Why did she want you to adopt him?”

  “So if something happened to her, he would stay with me instead of going to foster care,” she shrugs. “She grew up in the system and didn’t want that for him.”

  “And the father?”

  “Your guess is as good as mine. She’s never told me who he is.”

  “Do you think you will ever tell little man you’re his mom?”

  “I want to, it’s just… I don’t want to feel like I’m taking something away from her.” When my hands find her ass she asks, “What do you want from me, Crow?”

  I push her chin up with my knuckles and murmur, “Everything.”

  I caress her lips with a soft kiss that’s making her moan and shift her closer to me. I was never much for kissing before her, but I could kiss her all day long. I run my tongue across the seam of her lips and she grants me immediate access, allowing me to take the kiss deeper.

  Of their own accord, my hands slide up and slip inside the back of her stretch pants, only to find her not wearing panties. My cock was throbbing before, but it’s weeping now.

  One of my hands moves to the front of her pants and I feel her tense slightly. I pull away from her mouth and ask, “Is this okay, baby?” She nods. “I need the words.”

  “Yes, Crow, it’s okay.”

  Not needing any more of an invitation, I slide two fingers between two very wet lips, seeking out her slit. I slide one finger in as my thumb begins to circle her clit making her moan loudly. “Shh… Baby, we need to keep it down.”

  “That feels so good.”

  I begin pushing another finger in to join the other and she rocks her hips. “You’re so tight, baby.” Her pussy is sucking on my fingers at the same time I feel her walls flutter. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel her tight warmth wrapped around my cock.

  “Crow… Crow…” she chants. “I’m about to come.”

  “Give it to me, baby. I want all of your pleasure,” I say as I pinch her clit and send her flying over the edge.

  “Crow! Yes! Don’t stop,” she whisper yells.

  Her hips are swiveling and my thickness is just inches away. It would be all too easy to slide my cock deep inside her, I want to so badly I can hardly see straight, but I won’t. Not until she is ready.

  When the fluttering of her walls and rotation of her hips calm, she opens her eyes to look at me with a hazy smile. I keep constant eye contact as I slide my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to my mouth and suck her juices off. God, she’s so sweet.

  “You’re so sweet, baby.”

  She climbs off my lap and sinks to her knees in front of me. When she is in a comfortable position she reaches for my fly. I lay my hand on top of both of hers, making her look up at me.

  “You don’t have to do that, baby. I just wanted to make you feel good.”

  “I know I don’t have to, I want to. Can’t I just want to make you feel good, too?” She sounds a little pissed.

  “Of course you can, baby, I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”

  “I don’t,” she says undoing the button and bringing down the zipper. Looking up at me from her position on the floor, she says, “I don’t have a whole lot of knowledge of blow jobs, outside of porn. If it’s not good for you...”

  “Baby, there is no such thing as a bad blow job,” he pauses. “Well, unless you use teeth.”

  “Will you tell me what you like?”

  “Yeah, baby.” I caress her cheek and run my thumb over her bottom lip.

  She reaches into my jeans to pull out my cock, and the second she touches it I feel like I'm about to blow my load in my damn boxers. She reaches through the slit in my boxers and I have to grit my teeth at the skin-to-skin contact.

  Once my cock is exposed, she pumps it two, three, four times as she says, “Damn, honey. Lucky me.”

  She leans forward and runs her tongue up the underside, before circling her tongue around my bulbous head. Flicking her tongue in the slit, she collects the precum before making another pass around the head. She slips the head in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing from sucking so hard.

  It’s a pleasurable agony.

  She takes my cock as far as she can and begins bobbing up and down while making eye contact. I slouch down on the couch to give her better access and myself a better angle to watch my cock disappear inside her luscious mouth. I knew seeing those pouty ass lips around my cock would be a heady sight.

  On her next bob down, I thread my hand into her hair. Making a fist her hair, I pull her head back hearing a wet pop as I slip out of her mouth.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  The insecure look on her face guts me. “Not even close, baby.” I pat the couch and say, “Come sit by me.”

  She gets on her knees on the couch and I immediately reach for her tit. Before I can even tell her, she takes off her shirt and throws it on the floor at my feet. Putting a large black and gray rose, that spans from shoulder to elbow, on display—that is only making me harder—in addition to baring those gorgeous girls. She is not overly big—a c-cup maybe—the perfect handful.

  With one hand roughly massaging her tits and the other still fisted in her hair, I bring her mouth back down on my cock.

  “Ah,” I groan. “Just like that, baby. You like sucking on my cock?”

  She moans. FUCK! I love a hummer.

  “Can you go deeper?” She moans again and moves lower and I feel my cock hit the back of her throat. “Baby… so fucking good,” I praise. “Have you deep throated before?”

  She shakes her head.

  “This time when I touch the back of your throat, swallow and give me full access to your throat, baby.”

  On her downward motion, I push up slightly so I can go deeper. Then she swallows, granting the crown of my cock entrance. When I'm in her throat I take over the motion and push her head up and down. She gags a little but doesn't try to give up the position, instead, she reaches into my boxers to massage my balls, making them tighten and draw up.

  “I’m about to come, baby, if you don’t want to swallow tap my leg twice.” She does not tap my leg so when I feel the shocks starting at the base of my spine, I bring her head up and down a little faster, a little harder. “Here it comes.”

  The orgasm takes over and I can feel rope after rope of come painting her throat and she struggles to swallow it all. This orgasm is like none other that I have ever felt before. Just one more indication that this woman is meant to be mine.

  When my cock starts to deflate, I slip out of her mouth and pick her up under her arms to bring her into my lap. Once there, I wipe the tears from her cheeks and band my arms around her back, dragging her mouth to mine and kiss her like she is my lifeline. Because shit just got fucking real. She is mine, and I’ll be damned if I give her up for any reason.

  “Can I stay the night?”

  “I’d like that,” she says with a shy smile. “I’m not ready for sex yet. I don’t want you to think that I’m a cock tease or something.”

  “That is the last thing that I would think, baby. Besides, I just want to hold you.”

  “Isn’t that one of those lines guys use to get into her panties? You know like, ‘I’ll just put the tip in’,” she shakes her head with a laugh as she dumps our drinks.

  On her way out of the kitchen, she grabs a couple of bottles of water, before reaching out a hand to me. I link our fingers as she leads me to her room. Once there, she closes the door and takes her pants off, and puts on panties before climbing in bed.

  “You coming, honey?”

  “Honey, huh?”

  She gets embarrassed and I feel like an asshole. “You don’t like it? It’s okay, I’ll just call you Crow.”

  I take my cut off and lay it on top of her dresser and strip off my jeans before crawling in bed behind her. I roll her over so that she is facing me and say, “I love it, baby.”

  “Honey?”

  “Yeah?”


  “What’s your real name?”

  “Isaac Kane Greene, Jr., only Ma calls me Kane, though.”

  “Kane,” she says, “I like it.”

  I kiss her and pull her body flush with mine, God she feels so fucking good in my arms. What felt just as good? Her calling me ‘honey’. Makes me feel like both of us feel this inexplicable connection. And why did her calling me ‘Kane’ feel so damn good?

  “Night, baby.”

  “Night.”

  I startle awake when I feel tiny fingers repeatedly poking into my cheek and a little voice whispers, “Cwow, you’s wake?”

  “Yeah, little man.”

  “Why you’s in Wea’s bed?”

  Shit… how the fuck am I supposed to answer that?

  “Well, little man, Reagan is my girlfriend and when two people really care about each other, they want to spend all their time with them… even if it’s just to sleep.”

  Fucking A! I was in the middle of congratulating myself for pulling that answer—but then he makes a gagging sound and says, “Wea is you’s giwlfwiend? Dats yucky!”

  I laugh and tell him, “You will feel differently when you’re older.”

  “Nuh-uh,” he glares. “Dats gwoss,” I surrender to his reasoning and drop the topic. Then he hits me with, “Do you’s woves Wea?”

  My chin hits the floor and I debate on how to answer him. “Um…” I hedge.

  “Cos I’s woves Wea. And I sweeps hewe.”

  The innocence of his mind and thought process is a lesson in candor that I was not expecting. I won’t lie to him, so I say, “Yeah, little man, I’m falling,” I say as I hear Reagan gasp. “Can you keep it a secret? I haven’t even told her yet.”

  He nods and proceeds to lock his mouth shut and throws the key over his shoulder.

  I just watch him and laugh because this kid is too much.

  “Do’s she woves you’s?”

  “I don’t know, little man, but I hope she does.”

  “I’s be back,” he says and runs out of the room. “I’s gots to pee-pee!”

  When he is out of the room, Reagan pushes up on her elbows and says, “Girlfriend?”