by Harley Wylde
He growled, but didn’t say anything right away. “Listen. I’ve done a lot of fucked-up shit in my life, but I would never cheat on my wife. And since that’s you, kitten, I hope you like my dick because you’re the only one who will be seeing it. I don’t want those women. Why would I? I have a beautiful, badass woman at home. None of them could ever compare to you.”
My heart melted a little at his words. “All right.”
“That’s it? All that and you’re just suddenly going to accept my word?”
I nodded. “Yes. Because no one has ever called me beautiful and meant it, and no one has ever seen me as being a badass.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer, claiming my lips with his in a deep, hungry kiss. My toes curled in my shoes and I wished we were home. I felt my nipples harden and press against my bra, and my panties grew damp. If we weren’t in a parking lot, or the windows were darker, I’d have crawled over to his side of the SUV and made both of our nights a lot better.
He pulled back and took my hand, pressing it down on his cock. “Feel what you do to me? That’s all for you, kitten. Now and always.”
I licked my lips and cast a quick look around. We were far enough away that no one could see that clearly into the car. Before I could talk myself out of it, I reached for his pants and unbuckled his belt, then slid his zipper down.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing?” he asked.
I freed his cock from his underwear and leaned over, licking the tip. He hissed in a breath and I decided to just show him instead of telling him. I took the head between my lips and sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could. It took a few strokes before I was able to take almost all of him. Placing my hand at the base of his cock, I used it stroke him while I bobbed my head up and down. I flicked my tongue against his shaft on every downstroke, and sucked hard every time I pulled back.
Sarge groaned and fisted my hair in his hand. “That’s it, kitten. Show me how much you love that cock.”
I hummed, and it seemed to release some beast inside him. Next thing I knew, he was thrusting up into my mouth while pushing me farther down. I gagged a little as he hit the back of my throat, but I let him guide me. When he started coming, he flooded my mouth and I tried to swallow. I managed to get most of it down, but some dribbled out the corners of my mouth. His cock twitched against my tongue and I pulled back. He released me and searched the car.
“Fuck. No napkins, kitten.” He reached over and wiped his cum off my chin and I sucked his thumb into my mouth, cleaning it off. Sarge drew in a sharp breath and his eyes dilated. “My naughty girl. Can’t wait to get you home.”
“Then I guess we’d better hurry up.”
He got out and I followed. In the store, I quickly found the things I’d need to organize the kitchen better. The checkout line wasn’t that long, but the clerk was slow. Like sloth slow. By the time we were done and had everything loaded, I felt like I might combust if we didn’t get home soon. I wanted him, so damn much. I’d gone from being a virgin who didn’t care about being with a man to craving Sarge like a drug.
He pulled out onto the street and reached for me, unfastening my jeans and giving them a tug. “Take those off, kitten.”
I hesitated only a moment before I worked them over my hips and down my legs. They were stuck around my ankles because of my shoes, but Sarge didn’t seem to care. He slipped his hand inside my panties and stroked my pussy.
“Damn. Already wet, aren’t you?”
I didn’t think he needed an answer since he felt the evidence of my need. He stroked my clit and I tried to spread my legs, but while I could part my knees, it wasn’t nearly far enough. Working his hand farther between my thighs, he plunged two fingers inside me and ground the heel of his hand against my clit.
“Ride, kitten. Take what you need.”
I gripped the armrest for leverage and moved my hips, fucking myself on his hand. It felt good, but not nearly good enough. I strained for the release that was out of reach, twisting and turning, trying to get myself there. Before Sarge, I’d been able to get myself off in less than two minutes. Of course, now that I’d experienced the type of orgasms he could give me, I knew my self-pleasure ones hadn’t been nearly as great as I’d thought.
“You got another fantasy, kitten?” he asked.
“I-I want someone to watch me.”
“Watch you having sex?” he asked.
I nodded.
“All right. Close your eyes.”
My eyes slid shut and I waited for his next instruction. I hoped it would be as amazing as what we’d done in the bedroom before.
“Imagine we’re parked. There’s a truck next to us with two guys. They’re both looking at you, admiring how fucking beautiful you are.”
I moaned and squirmed.
“Lift up your shirt, kitten.”
My hands didn’t want to work right, but I managed to tug my shirt up. I cupped my breasts, gasping at how sensitive my nipples felt.
“That’s it. Pull the cups of your bra down. Let me see those pretty tits. Show those men what they’re missing.”
I did as he commanded, my nipples hardening more. Sarge pressed his hand tighter against my clit.
“Now ride my hand, kitten. Make those tits bounce and give them a show.”
I worked my hips, rubbing my clit against his hand with every shift. It wasn’t long before I was coming. I screamed out his name as I felt a rush of wetness slick my panties.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you come, kitten. Open your eyes.”
I opened them and realized he’d pulled down an isolated road. The car had stopped at some point and I hadn’t even noticed. Sarge helped me right my clothes, but I couldn’t keep my cheeks from burning. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that.
“My little wild cat.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, kitten. No one saw anything. You might fantasize about it, but I don’t think it would be as awesome as you imagine.”
“Thank you.”
“For what? Making you come? Trust me. That was my pleasure.”
I shook my head. “No, for finding a way to make my fantasies come true without actually involving other people. I like that it’s just the two of us, but I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be with more than one guy, or have someone watch me have sex. I…”
“You what?”
“Sometimes when I was trying to get myself off, I’d imagine a man licking my pussy, another fucking my ass, and one fucking my mouth.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Damn, kitten. You really are my little wild cat. And to think you were a pure, innocent virgin until I got my hands on you.”
“Virgin, yes. Innocent, not so much.” I smiled. “I’ll have to show you some of the books I like to read.”
“Maybe we can find a few scenes to reenact.” He winked. “Now let’s get home and put this shit away, then I plan on making you come even harder. Preferably with my cock inside you.”
Yes, I wanted that. So much.
I liked that he didn’t make me feel bad for wanting to experience new things. Or rather things some would consider deviant behavior, or too wild for an innocent like me. Sarge seemed to have just as much fun as I did when we played like this.
Who’d have ever known a blowjob in a parking lot could lead to me having an orgasm on the way home? If that was the response I got, I’d have to try that again. Maybe lots of times.
Unfortunately, we didn’t get to play more when we got to the house. Utter chaos had erupted inside Sarge’s home, well, my home now too it seemed. The Prospects he’d sent back with the truck and furniture had managed to put everything together, but for whatever reason, they’d also decided to paint the room. That would have been fine if they hadn’t ended up with two buckets of different colored paint, which resulted in a shouting match between the two, and two women in the middle of it calling them both “fucking idiots.”
Chapter Eight
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br /> Sarge
I pinched the bridge of my nose to stave off the headache I felt building behind my eyes. Walking into a screaming match between two Prospects, along with Pepper and Ridley, hadn’t been part of my plans. At all. The fact they’d ruined the moment I’d shared with Katya, and had intended to continue when we reached the house, only served to piss me off more.
“One more time. You both decided to paint the room because…” I waved for someone to answer.
“Everyone knows you set up this room for Reed,” Dalton said. “If you’re changing it to your son’s room, it only seemed right to paint it a different color.”
“Uh-huh.” I looked around the space. One wall was clearly a medium blue while the other was red. “Which genius decided red was an awesome color for a kid’s room?”
Dalton snorted. “That one.” He pointed to Hunter.
“It’s called Gingersnap. The kid has red hair so I thought it was appropriate.”
I hung my head and closed my eyes. “Pepper and Ridley are correct. You’re both idiots. Neither of you thought to check with me first? Or hell, even go ask Theo what color room he’d like?”
“Told you,” Ridley said.
“Not now.” I glared at her. “Why the fuck are you even here? Does Venom know you slipped your leash?”
Ridley’s back went ramrod straight. “Leash? Leash? Are you kidding me right now?”
“No, sadly, I’m not. Because he really should control you better. My daughter I can understand. She lives next door, and she’s my daughter. I have no fucking clue why you’re in my house, uninvited at that.”
“Well, that’s just rude,” Ridley said, then huffed.
Pepper waved and I looked over my shoulder to see Katya taking in everything with wide eyes. She’d have to learn sooner or later that she’d just inherited a very fucked-up, dysfunctional family. And I didn’t just mean my daughter, Flicker, and my grandson. The Reapers and their women were all my family in some way or another. We might not be related by blood, but I knew they had my back. I just wished the women didn’t like to meddle so damn much.
“Kitten, come say hi to Pepper and Ridley, since I know the VP’s woman is here simply because she’s fucking nosy as shit.”
Katya slipped her hand into mine and came to stand beside me. She surveyed the room and cocked her head to the side. After a moment, she focused on the two Prospects. One with a blue paint roller and the other still holding one covered in red paint.
“So finish painting that wall red and make the other three blue. It’s an accent wall and we can use it for hanging the pictures and maybe put a few short bookshelves or some cube systems on that wall. Then it won’t be quite so glaring, but the paint won’t be wasted,” Katya said.
I leaned over to brush a kiss on the top of her head. “Smart.”
Ridley and Pepper looked from Katya to the wall, then stared at one another.
“Why didn’t we think of that?” Ridley asked.
“Because we aren’t as sophisticated as my new stepmom.”
Katya made a choking sound, then burst out laughing. After a moment, she was wiping at tears streaking her cheeks and trying to catch her breath. I wasn’t sure what amused her to that extent, but it was nice to see her look so happy.
“If you call me Mommie Dearest, I’m coming over to check your closet for wire hangers,” Katya said.
Pepper’s brow furrowed in confusion, but I snorted to hold back my own laughter. I caught the reference even if Pepper hadn’t.
“Thank you both for stopping by to… what? Supervise? But I think we’ve got it handled. Get the fuck out,” I told the two of them. Then switched my gaze to Hunter and Dalton. “And you two finish painting. Be sure to crack the windows so it airs out overnight.”
“What are you going to do?” Pepper asked.
“Spend some time with my wife. Get going before I tell Flicker you’re being a pest again.”
Pepper rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You love it when I come over. By the way, what happened to your kitchen?”
I looked down at Katya a moment. “Speaking of my kitchen, any of that shit that doesn’t belong to me had better be gone. Otherwise, I’m letting your stepmother throw out anything we don’t need or want.”
Pepper gasped and took off running, with Ridley on her heels. I heard her rummaging through the glassware a moment later. Shaking my head, I led Katya to the living room. I knew we had a lot of shit to do, like finish Theo’s room and get all the crap in the kitchen put away, but right now, we both needed a little downtime.
I handed Katya the remote and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Pick a movie. I’ll grab some popcorn and drinks. It seems our plans are slightly delayed because I’m not kicking Dalton and Hunter out until that room is repainted. It can dry overnight, and then we can set it up tomorrow.”
“Any movie?” she asked.
“Anything. I’ll even watch one of those sappy romantic ones. As long as I’m watching it with you, nothing else matters.”
Her gaze softened and she reached up to run her fingers over my beard. “You’re making it hard.”
“I thought that was my line.”
She lightly smacked my cheek. Anyone else did that I’d rip them apart. But Katya wasn’t anyone. She was my wife.
“I’m being serious. I tried to do the right thing and leave, but the second I heard your voice, when I saw you, it’s like some part of me recognized you. Like…”
“Like we’re supposed to be together?” I asked.
She nodded. “I didn’t want to fall for you. For one, you were Lily’s first. It seemed wrong to want the man who had been interested in my sister. There was also the plan for me to leave so the Bratva wouldn’t come here. It’s too late for the last part, and for the first… No matter how hard I’ve fought it, I think I’m starting to fall for you. That’s what I meant. You make it really difficult to not fall in love with you.”
I leaned down closer, caging her between my arms. “Then fall, kitten. I’ll always be here to catch you.”
“How do you know just the right thing to say?” she asked.
“Comics,” Pepper yelled. “He reads comics.”
Katya opened and shut her mouth, giving me an odd look. I sighed and knew I’d have to confess my secret obsession. Yes, I liked comics. A lot. As in, I owned about forty large comic storage boxes that were all full, and I still picked up new ones when I could.
“She’s named after Pepper Potts,” I said. “Her mother’s idea, not mine, just to be clear.”
“As in Iron Man’s Pepper?” Katya asked.
“The very one,” my daughter said as she stopped in the doorway, her arms full of all sorts of crap she’d been hoarding in my kitchen. “I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t throw anything out yet!”
She dashed away and I just shook my head. “You ready to be part of this craziness? Because it’s a little late for you to back out.”
“When she says you like comics…”
I pulled away, grabbed her hand, and hauled her off the couch. I led her past Theo’s room and opened another door, one that I always kept shut. There was a massive shelving unit taking up one entire wall from floor to ceiling, where I’d put the various collectibles I’d picked up over the years. Although, the collection had grown since Pepper came into my life. She got a kick out of finding superheroes and giving them to me as gifts. I had a wide variety of action figures, statues, and even some miniature figures that came from mystery packs.
“Wow,” Katya said. “But those aren’t comics.”
I slid open the closet door. It was a larger space than it seemed from the outside. Deep enough for three rows of boxes, and I’d removed the rod and shelf so I could stack them higher. It was long enough to fit five in that direction, so I had fifteen on the first layer. Although, there would come a time that I’d run out of room and need to figure out something else.
“Does this mean if I bought twenty pairs of shoes you won
’t tell me I have too many as long as I don’t complain about your addiction to superheroes?” she asked.
“Kitten, if you can fit twenty pairs of shoes in our closet, more power to you.”
She grinned. “Challenge accepted.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and I had no doubt she’d find a way to pull it off. And I’d let her. Anything to see her smile like that. Maybe she wasn’t the only one falling. I’d do anything for her already. The thought of losing her made my chest ache. I knew that sooner or later we’d have to deal with the repercussions of her killing Voronin, but until then, I’d enjoy each day with her and try to keep our minds focused elsewhere.
“Come on, kitten. Let’s enjoy tonight. Movie and popcorn, then I’ll help organize the kitchen.” I tugged her closer. “And after Dalton and Hunter leave, I’ll make you come again. Multiple times.”
She leaned away and pushed the door. It shut with a soft click and she smiled up at me. “Or you could make me come now and show them you’ve still got it.”
“Is this another thing on your list? Letting men hear you have sex?” I asked.
“Not really, but I figure it couldn’t hurt your reputation, right? Is that still a thing? Men bragging about having stamina or making a woman come so hard she screams his name?” She tugged on my cut. “Or is that just in cheesy movies and books?”
“Oh, it’s a real thing, but I wasn’t planning to share any details of what happens between us. You’re mine, and only mine. I’m not sure I like the idea of any of my brothers knowing what you sound like when you come. Flicker already said we were loud enough for him to hear us outside. But those two are right on the other side of that closet,” I said tipping my head that way.
She slid down to her knees. “Then maybe I won’t be the one screaming. Any objection to them hearing you coming?”
“Nope.” I watched as she unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants. She tugged them down my hips, then worked my underwear down too. My cock was hard and ready, and had been since the moment she’d shut the door and given me that look.
