by J, Bella
“Well, he fucking better, or I’ll have to kick his ass.”
Her fingers weaved through my hair. “I have to warn you, he’s this big, tall, burly, bad guy with a real shitty attitude.”
I placed my palms on her hips and pulled her closer. “I’d still kick his ass.”
She chuckled, and I caught her lips with mine. The way she welcomed my tongue, kissing me back like she was starved for my taste, was my undoing. Kissing my woman was something I’d never get tired of.
I pulled back an inch, keeping my forehead against hers. “You know I love you, ballerina girl.”
“I love you too. I’ve loved you for years.”
I closed my eyes, biting my lip. “Is it okay that I get hard every time you say those words?”
She laughed.
“I swear to God, I think you have this magical power over my cock because he just keeps wanting to stand at attention around you.”
“Oh, my God.” She slapped me on the shoulder. “That is the cheesiest line I ever heard.”
“It’s the fucking truth.” I kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue lapping against hers as it swept through her mouth. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. It was fucking impossible for me to keep my hands off her.
I traced my tongue around her bottom lip. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around.”
She studied me, her eyes pulled into slits, yet they sparkled with unsaid desire and excitement. They always did.
The breeze blew some blonde strands around her face as she got off, only to climb back on, facing the ocean in front of us.
I wrapped an arm around her, pulled her closer, and her breath hitched. “What are you doing, Granite?”
I popped the button on her jeans, and her body tensed against mine. “We still have a few minutes to spare before he gets here. I plan on making good use of our time.”
I slipped my hand inside her jeans and had to suppress a groan when I found she was already wet for me. She never disappointed me, and always made me feel so fucking welcome between her legs. With a single finger, I eased her shirt sleeve to the side, placing my lips on her naked shoulder. She tilted her head, breathing in deep, her chest rising and falling.
“If you weren’t wearing these jeans, I’d let you ride me on this bike until your pussy gushed for me.”
Her arm reached back, her fingers grabbing at my hair as I pressed the pad of my finger against her clit. My arm snaked underneath hers to cup her tit in my palm, which earned me a heady moan from her lips. To me, it was obvious that her waist wasn’t the only part of her body which had put on some healthy weight.
Gently, I kneaded her breast, nipping at the skin of her neck with my teeth. “I’m going to make you come right here, right now. But when we get back home, you’ll go straight to the bedroom and wait for me, naked and on your knees.” I palmed her sex and slipped a single digit inside her. “Then you’ll show me just how thankful you are.”
She whimpered as I dragged my finger all the way from her opening to her clit, massaging the little bud, causing her body to tremble against mine.
“Do you understand, ballerina girl?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper, a rush of air as I continued to work her between her legs. Knowing this woman was mine, and only mine, was a kind of aphrodisiac I’d never experienced before. Probably why I was a walking hard-on around her all the damn time.
I sucked her earlobe, my fingers stroking her sensitive flesh. Her hips started to move, riding my hand, clenching my bike between her thighs as I guided her to the edge, one finger and one stroke at a time. Feeling her thrust into my palm, her greedy body desperate for release, was fucking intoxicating and addictive. I’d made her come enough times during the last few weeks to know her bottom lip would start to quiver whenever she was about to orgasm.
When I reached for her throat, craning her neck back and pressing her head into my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of that trembling lower lip and applied a little more pressure between her legs.
Her body shuddered, and moans rolled over her sweet lips like a fucking ballad. The beautiful sounds that came from her as she orgasmed had my cock aching and my balls tight.
I felt her pleasure coat my palm. “That’s my girl.”
“Granite,” she said, out of breath, “you need to—”
“Oh, here comes your dad.”
Alyx shot upright. “Jesus, Granite.”
Her pants were buttoned, and she was off the bike in one-point-two seconds flat. I leaned back leisurely with a giant smirk on my face like I was the one who just came in my pants.
Alyx scowled at me, her face and neck flushed. “Do you want my father to shoot you?”
I shrugged, dragging my finger along my nose, smelling her sweetness. “You’re mine, Alyx. I’ll make you come wherever and whenever the fuck I want.”
“Well, you won’t be able to do that if you’re dead.”
I laughed then watched as she walked toward her dad coming from the other direction. This was the second time since she decided to stay with me that she met up with her dad. It was safer that way. The less the Kings associated with the PC, the better. And Alyx was part of the Kings now. She was the old lady of the president. But I knew how important it was for her to keep in contact with her father, so I made it happen whenever I could. There was nothing in this fucking world I wouldn’t do for my old lady.
I focused my gaze on the ocean ahead while waiting for them, giving them the privacy they needed. What she discussed with her dad was between her and him. I had every other aspect of her, so the least I could do was give him these few minutes to have her all to himself.
“What a show.” Onyx appeared out of nowhere, smiling like a jerk.
I sat up straight. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to know what that finger of yours smells like.”
“Wipe that smirk off your face before I cut your balls off.”
Onyx snickered and pulled his hair out of his face. “Dutch made me follow you. He’s pissed ’cause his arm is still in a sling. Now he has me on fucking protection duty.”
I shook my head. “It’s going to drive Alyx crazy when Dutch is back on his ride and on my ass.”
Onyx lit a smoke and nudged his head in Alyx’s direction. “You think it’s a good idea to let her see him?”
“He’s her dad. I’m not going to keep her away from him.”
“It’s risky.”
“I know. Alyx knows it too. That’s why we keep these meetings low profile.”
Onyx nodded. “Listen, man, we haven’t talked about this since shit went down with Tanit. And with Dutch and Neon still recovering, and your newfound romance with your ballerina, everyone seems a little distracted.”
I got off my bike. “Yeah. So, what’s up?”
His blue eyes regarded me with caution. “Are you really going to keep to this truce with Slither?”
“I gave my word.”
“Yeah, man. I know. But that’s bullshit. What those fuckers did to Neon, what they almost did to Alyx isn’t something we can let go because of some stupid truce. Plus, they took our business. We can’t sit back and do nothing. Word’s already spreading that the Kings are losing ground while the Pythons keep getting stronger.” He took a long drag from his cigarette. “I know you’re in love and shit, but the club is still priority, and I just can’t see how you can keep to the truce.”
“Onyx—”
“I’m serious, Granite. Ink is going to retaliate against the Pythons, whether we stand behind him or not. The only reason he hasn’t done anything yet is because he’s too busy helping Neon.”
“I know that.”
He stepped closer, eyes narrowed and face worried. “Are you going to let him do it without the support of the Kings? Without the support of his brothers?”
I pursed my lips, biting the inside of my cheek. Glancing around us, making sure we were alone, I rubb
ed the back of my neck and finally looked Onyx in the eye.
“The day Slither and I agreed on a truce so I could save Alyx, I gave him my word—”
“I know that, but we can’t just sit around and do—”
“Onyx,” I snapped, “let me talk.”
He rolled his eyes, and I could literally feel his frustration.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, making him look me in the eye. “The day I stepped up as president of the American Street Kings, I took a vow to do what was best for the club. To protect its members and do right by them. Apart from Alyx, this crew is my life.” I settled back, pulling a hand down my beard. “I also promised Ink that he will be the one to slit Slither’s throat, and I plan to fulfill that promise.”
Onyx blinked a few times, eyebrows raised in confusion. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying my deal with Slither is that as long I am president of the Kings, we will not retaliate or pose a threat to them.” I crossed my arms. “And that is why, little brother, I am stepping down…and you will take my place as the new president of the American Street Kings.”
***The End…for now***
OTHER NOVELS by BELLA J
The Twisted Duet
Blood and Lies (Twisted Duet, Book 1)
Blood and Vows (Twisted Duet, Book 2)
The Royal Mafia Series
Mafia Princess (Royal Mafia, Book 1)
Mafia Prince (Royal Mafia, Book 2)
Mafia King (Royal Mafia, Book 3)
Mafia Queen (Royal Mafia, Book 4)
The Shattered Secrets Duet
Regret (Shattered Secrets, Book 1)
Torment (Shattered Secrets, Book 2)
The Resplendence Series
Ruin (Resplendence, Book 1)
Rush (Resplendence, Book 2)
Rage (Resplendence, Book 3)
About the Author
All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she's able to retreat to her writer's cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.
Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it's the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.
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