by Amo Jones
I bite my lip and smirk. “Yeah, she can.”
My thoughts are interrupted by the attention she’s drawing around her. I look around at all the men in this place and all eyes are locked on Kalie—my fucking Kalie. I begin walking toward them, pushing through everyone until I reach her, throwing snarls out at them on my way.
Who knew I could be such a predator, but what’s mine is mine.
She has her back to me and is shaking her phat ass around the place. I slap it, and grasp onto her hips, pushing her into my groin. She stumbles and attempts to turn around. Obviously ready to push whoever it was off of her. But meeting my eyes instead.
“Ade?” she slurs.
“It’s me, baby. Let’s go,” I say, grasping her hand.
“Wait, I have an issue with you,” she slurs again.
I bend down to her ear so she can hear me. “Do this outside, I can’t hear you,” I say nipping her ear while pulling her behind me to follow me out.
Once we’re outside and away from the line of people, she pulls away from my grasp.
“As I said, I need words with sho—you. I meant you. Shit,” she mumbles out the last bit with a small smile. I smile back at her, leaning against my bike and lighting up a smoke.
“Go on, you were saying?”
She puts her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes. Instead of it looking intimidating—which I have no doubt that is what she was trying to do—it looked cute.
“You’ve been a slut! I’m not cool with that. Fuck that. Yuck! Seriously, Ade, it didn’t take you long.”
I throw my smoke down to the ground. “Wait. So that’s what your issue is? I fucking drove here because I saw the fucking photos, Kalie. Don’t try and play the innocent card on me right now, because these lips right fucking here,” I pull her into me forcefully and run my thumb over her lips, before bringing my mouth down to her ear, “are mine, and only mine, Kalie. Comprende?” Her breath hitches and her chest begins drawing in faster breaths. She looks down at my lips and I smile.
“Not here, baby. Get on the bike,” I say letting go of her.
She shakes her head. “No Ade, I’m shit scared and you know that.”
I pull her into me, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. “Would I ever let anything happen to you?”
She looks deep into my eyes then shakes her head, making her long as fuck hair shake around. “Exactly. Now get that sexy fucking ass on my bike.”
I hand her my helmet and she takes it hesitantly. “Pull your dress up, baby,” I say while throwing my leg over. She comes up behind me, hitching up her tight dress, placing her hands on my shoulders before throwing her leg over behind me.
“Closer. Wrap your arms around my torso,” I say with my head over my shoulders. She stops for a second before doing exactly what she’s told. She grips on tightly. The thought of her on the back of my bike stirs crazy shit with my dick. This would be the first time a woman has ever been on my bike. I always knew that the only woman that would ever ride with me would be my old lady. The back of my bike is no seat for a whore.
I start it up, making it pulse under us both, then pull out with her grip getting tighter instantly. I almost want to ride off somewhere else just to have her gripping onto me like this.
We pull up to her apartment and I turn my bike off, waiting until she’s gotten off. I swing my legs back off the bike, pulling her under my arm and kissing her on the head.
“Was that hard?” I ask.
She smiles and shakes her head. “Nope. I want to go again.”
I laugh. “Yeah, of course, baby. Anything you want.”
We walk into her apartment, and as soon as I’ve closed the door I pick her up and wrap her legs around me. I grasp onto the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine, kissing her slow and gentle.
“Are you done?” I ask her.
She tilts her head at me. “Done with what?”
“Done with fighting what we have here?”
“I am. But I have some issues.”
I laugh, placing her back on the floor. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, baby. Come on, we can talk about this tomorrow.”
I pick her back up and carry her to her room. Seconds after laying her down, she’s asleep. I start removing her dress and I look down at her body that’s only partly covered by her little white lace panties and bra. I bring my knuckles up to my mouth, biting out a moan, “Holy fuck.” She’s going to be the end of me. She can bring me to my knees with one stare.
Kalie-Rose.
Who would’ve ever guessed that I’d want to settle my shit down.
I remove my cut and T-shirt, pull down my jeans, peel back the blankets and get in behind her then pull her into me. I brush her hair off her forehead and kiss her head.
“Fuck, I love you. You have no idea how much I fucking love you,” I whisper into her hair.
“I love you too, Ade,” she whispers a reply.
I stiffen, listening to her breathing, which is even. “Kalie?” I say.
No response.
Shit! She must have said that in her sleep. Those simple words are not so simple coming from those beautiful lips.
“Oh my God, my head,” I moan into my pillow.
I hear a laugh beside me and I smile. I remember everything that happened last night, despite the amount of alcohol I consumed. It was a good night. Pushing my face off my pillow, I turn around to face Ade. His hair is all messy everywhere and his blue eyes twinkle.
“It’s not fair. How can you look so perfect,” I say, staring at him.
He brushes the hair from my face and squishes his eyebrows. “You’re perfect, baby. Every single thing about you is what I crave. What I need.”
I smile at his words, resting my head on my hand. “I missed you,” I say dragging my finger along his strong jaw and up to his chiseled cheekbones.
He kisses my hand. “I missed you too, baby. But those pictures…they gotta go.”
I laugh, pulling my hand away.
“Oh? You think this is funny?” he asks with a smirk and a playful tone.
I shrug. “Baby, you gotta cut the jealousy crap or this is never gonna work.”
He grasps onto my legs, pulling me down the bed and bringing his body on top of me. I scream out a laugh and he kisses my lips briefly, chuckling against them. He brings himself back up so he’s resting on his elbows, staring down at me. I stop laughing when I look up to him. God, he’s breathtaking. This beautiful, sexy, dangerous man is on top of me, and he wants me. I feel untouchable. Searching his eyes, he smirks, rolling his hips into me. I clamp down on my lip and moan a little, reaching onto his forearms to stop the motion, and he narrows his eyes down at me.
“Don’t do that.”
I smile. “Oh, do what?” I rub myself up against his groin. “Don’t do this?”
I bite my lip and smirk at him. I see his eye twitch before he matches my smile.
“Mmm, you shouldn’t have done that.”
He takes hold of my wrists, bringing them up over my head with one of his hands. His other hand reaches behind my back, unsnapping my bra and removing it in one easy motion. He brings his face down and licks each of my nipples lightly, so lightly it feels like torture. I roll myself into his groin again, trying to gain some friction.
“Keep still,” he demands.
I turn my head to the side, attempting to keep still but needing a release. His hand continues its journey down my stomach and under my panties. I arch my back off the bed at the contact from his large rough hand covering my pussy. I’ve craved his touch for so long. I feel like a junkie that has just had my hit of the best damn heroin you could ever imagine. His hand sprawls out, slipping one, then two fingers inside me and I still for a brief second.
My eyes open and I look up to him. “Can we not do that yet, please? Just…anything but that,” I whisper out to him. His face sets into stone and he pulls out softly.
“I’m so sorry, Kalie. So fucking sorry,
baby. I will never ever let anyone ever come near you again. I promise you that on my life.”
Tears prick my eyes and I nod my head. “I trust you, Ade, but it’s not your fault. I know that now.”
I bring my hand up to his face, running my fingers along his jaw, to his lips, lightly over the two rings that sit hooked around his lip perfectly. He smiles down at me, kissing me gently. I open my mouth, letting his soft pierced tongue slide in. He licks and tugs on my lips in the most seductive of ways. I’ve been kissed—a lot, but no one has ever kissed like this. I feel his hands come to my face, cradling it in his hands.
He reaches down, pulling his briefs down along with my panties. Sliding his hands back up my body while still never breaking our kiss. He runs his hand over my breast, lightly wiping over my nipple, igniting it to life. In one, slow, gentle move I feel his thick, long, pierced cock slide into me. I attempt to moan out against his lips only to have him intensify the kiss. He kisses me deep and hard, our breaths heavy, and our bodies working up a sweat. He pulls out, and pushes in slowly, putting pressure on my clit each time he pushes into me. He lets go of my hands with his other hand and I bring them up around his neck. We work up a pace that’s perfect, our bodies joining, creating the perfect rhythm of love. He finally breaks our kiss, looking deep into my eyes, his breath hitches and he lays one tiny light kiss on my lips.
I know what he’s doing—he’s making love to me. That much I’m aware of.
I run my hands behind his tattooed neck, searching his eyes. He grips onto my thigh and lifts my leg up against his hip without breaking his grind. He brings his forehead to mine, resting it there, looking down to me. I pull his lips to mine, kissing him with all I have. I can feel my body building that familiar tingling feeling deep in my stomach. He pushes into me again hitting something deep inside me and I moan out as my orgasm racks my body, causing it to smash into me like jolts of electricity being shocked through me.
He collapses down, putting all his weight onto me while we both try to catch air.
“Holy fuck,” he says into my neck.
“Holy fuck is right,” I answer back.
He gets up off me and swings his legs off my bed and sits there looking out the window. “Do you love me, Kalie?” he asks. The question throws me off. I crawl across the bed wrapping my arms around his torso from behind.
“Why are you asking me this?”
He turns slightly to me. “Answer the question.”
I smile at him, bringing my body around and straddling him from the front. I run my hands over his face and look deep into his eyes.
“Fuck! I love you. You have no idea how much I fucking love you,” I say with a smile.
He laughs, pulling me back as he lands on his back with me on top of him. “I do. I love you, too. I never thought I’d ever love anyone as much as I love you, Kalie. I never want to live another day apart from you ever again,” he says with complete seriousness.
“I love you, but I have some issues,” I say, pulling my hair behind my ears.
He wraps his arms around me and lies me next to him on the bed. “Shoot,” he replies, pulling back so he can look at me.
“So you’re a hitman?” I ask.
“I don’t remember telling you that.”
“You didn’t, I overheard a conversation when I was taken. Also, Alaina and Vicky pretty much imply it all the time.”
He pauses for a second before looking to me. “Do you want to know it all, or do you want to know nothing? We always ask this question, but the other girls have had more time to decide. We usually need an answer before the wedding day. But you need to tell me now before this conversation can continue. Do you want to know it all, or do you want to know nothing?” he asks uneasily.
I think over his words for a few seconds until I realize that nothing will ever be able to change the way I feel about him. My world began the day I meet him and it would end if I left him.
“I want to know it all,” I murmur.
He gets up, propping himself on his elbows. “I am. That’s aside from the club. It’s how I earn. I have a large amount of funds because of it.”
“And these people…are they bad?”
“I don’t know. I get the slip and do the deed.”
“Do you not care?”
He laughs. “No. Not a single fuck is given when it comes to taking someone’s life. Does that scare you?”
I swallow. “No. It should, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me, and I see how you are with people you actually care about. It’s something fierce.” I put my hand up signaling that I’m not finished. “I can’t do the hitman thing, Ade. I can do the club, and will never, ever, expect you to leave. I love those girls in my life. But the hitman thing? Yeah, I have major issues with it.” He lies back on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
“I thought you might,” he says looking over at me.
“It’s why I quit. I ended it all and invested some of the money into a few things. One being a tattoo parlor and the rest I put into shares. I want this with you, Kalie. I want it all.”
I smile a wide smile. “Really? You’ve done that?”
He laughs and pulls me back on top of him, so I’m straddling him.
“Yes, but I can’t guarantee I won’t be doing stuff for the club.”
I shake my head. “I can live with that.”
He pulls my face down to his, kissing me on the lips.
“Move to Westbeach with me,” he whispers on my lips.
“What?” I reply, shocked. “I can’t, I have my job here…that I’m meant to be starting back at tonight.”
He shakes his head. “Fuck that, Kal. Enroll into WBU, and get your Law Degree. Do shit you want to do. I’ll support you through it all. All you will need to do is study,” he says casually. I look down at him in shock.
“Ade, I cannot expect you to carry me like that.”
“Kalie, I love you, and you love me. There’s no way in hell I’m leaving this place without you permanently on my bike. We’ve been doing this shit for too long, and I’m not living without you ever again.”
“Ade, let me just think about it? Please. At least let me apply to WBU and see where that goes.”
“No. You can do that shit from Westbeach. Don’t fucking fight me on this, you’re coming,” he says seriously.
I try to bargain with him.
“How about I come with you and apply, see how it all goes. But, I don’t move in unless I get accepted and I get a job?” I raise my eyebrows at him.
He smiles. “That seems pretty fucking reasonable. Aside from the job part, fuck that. I will support you and that’s final.” He squeezes my ass and taps it. “Shower time,” he hints with mischief.
“Oh, I’m sure it’s shower time,” I say laughing while getting off him.
Fuck. My life is about to turn upside down.
We pull up to his apartment on the back of his bike. I love riding with him now, and I’m almost certain that I want my own bike. We came straight from Hollywood to his house. I think back to the conversation I had with Carter before we left…
“So you’re moving in with him?” Carter asked in a flat tone.
“No, I’m going there to sort out my options. I can’t dance forever, Carter. I want a career.”
“Please don’t leave me,” he said, dropping his lip.
“I’m three hours away. It’s okay, you can visit whenever you want, and I’m not moving out yet, all my crap is still here and I’ll still cover my half of the rent.” Carter looked to Ade then looked back to me. I see Ade’s head shaking out of the corner of my eye, so I snap my head to him.
“What?” I asked Ade.
When I saw he was not going to answer me, I looked back at Carter.
“Spit it out, Priscilla, I don’t have all day.” His mouth dropped open and I heard Ade spit out some of his drink before laughing his ass off in the kitchen.
“Bitch,” Carter sneered with a smirk.
“Since y
ou asked, so nicely. Ade covered your half of the rent to last for a while,” he added smugly.
“What!” I screeched. “Give it back, now!”
“Mmm, no. Now you can concentrate on sorting out Uni. It all makes sense, though. When you first handed me the cash I was confused,” he added, walking into the kitchen to pour himself a coffee.
I looked to Ade. “You fucking bought me?”
He laughed, standing from his seat and pulling me into him. “That’s a little dramatic, baby.”
I pouted at him and he bit down on my lip. “What’s mine is yours. Get used to it. I don’t take no for an answer…ever.”
Oh, fuck! What have you gotten yourself into now, Kalie? I thought.
I swing my leg off his bike and cannot feel my ass at all, but I’m not complaining. He takes my hand and pulls me toward his apartment.
“I’m almost scared to walk in here,” I say as we move through the glass doors, where a door attendant stands to greet us. It’s over the top flash. Do these people not wonder how a guy in an MC is living so lavishly?
When we reach the elevator, he punches in a number and it sets off.
“For the record, I’ve never brought anyone back to my house…any of my houses. Ever.”
I smile at him because I know he’s not lying. There’s no way he’d have given any girl the time of day to bring her to his house.
“So you’re building a house?” I ask.
“Yeah, Blake’s doing it for me. I sort of interrupted his plans by throwing in a few extra rooms, though,” he says with a smile.
“Oh? A few extra rooms?” I ask intrigued.
“Yeah, for all the kids I want you to have,” he shrugs casually.
“Ade!” I laugh.
We’ve never talked about kids or marriage before, I guess I just assumed that they would come in time and I’m in no rush to do either of those things.
“What? I want six kids, five boys then one girl.”
The elevator door pings open and he tugs my hand, pulling me down the hallway.
“Six?” I screech. “Yeah, no. No way. You’re going to need to find another broad to give you your Brady Bunch.” He laughs, reaching a door and swiping his key card through it.
