by Nina Levine
“I’ve got something I’ve gotta take care of,” he said, his voice as hard as his eyes.
“Will you be back?”
“I don’t know, but Braden will finish the gutters.”
“I’m not worried about the gutters, Kick. What I want to know is when will I see you again? We were kind of in the middle of something there.”
“I’ll call you,” he said, and I felt like I was being dismissed.
What the hell?
He’d already started to leave before I could get my wits together and challenge him. However, he stopped and turned back to me. “Don’t go to see your father. I’m gonna sort that out, okay?”
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, growing more frustrated.
His hard look intensified and he stalked back to me. “Promise me you won’t go to your father, that you won’t try to fix his shit for him. I went to see him and I told him I would help him with it.”
I stared at him in shock. A minute ago he’d been telling me he loved me and now he was talking to me as if none of that had been said.
“Promise me, Evie,” he barked.
I jumped, and was instantly pissed off. “You better go and sort your shit out, Kick, and then you’d better come find me and explain to me what the fuck is going on! Because something has happened here that I don’t know about, and I’ll be damned if I’ll put up with this shit.”
His eyes bore into mine for another moment and then he nodded. “I’ll see you later,” he promised, and turned and left.
I stood completely stunned and didn’t hear Braden come up behind me. “He needs you, you know.”
I jumped again and turned to face him. “Fuck, Braden...” I muttered.
He held his hands up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“What do you mean, he needs me?”
“I don’t know exactly what shit Kick’s involved in with his club, but he’s struggling. Actually, I think he’s drowning in it, whatever it is. He doesn’t spend much time with us anymore and when we do see him, he’s this moody, angry fuck who none of us really want to be around.”
“Really? ‘Cause he hasn’t really been that moody with me.”
“See? He needs you because you take it away for him. He’s never stopped loving you, Evie. He hasn’t even dated anyone since you two broke up.”
“I never knew that,” I said, surprised again. God, today was a day of discovery.
“Give him a chance. But know that it might take some time for him to change his ways. Yeah?”
It was almost as if he was pleading with me. Braden was a big guy. Way over six feet and built with muscles that looked like they took hours in the gym to achieve. He stood in front of me, his dark, wavy hair sweaty from being outside, his muscles tensed and a demanding look on his face, telling me he how much he wanted me to do what he asked. But it was his eyes that said the most. They gazed at me through pain; Braden was hurting from watching Kick struggle. Nodding, I said, “I don’t intend to give up on him, but he’s gonna have to step up, too.”
He smiled. “I’ll give him a kick up the ass for you.”
It seemed like Kick might need more than that. I just hoped he had it in him to be the man I needed him to be.
Chapter Ten
Kick
I strode into the clubhouse, looking for Hyde. The motherfucker had called and demanded I get down to here straight away. Right when I was finally starting to get my shit together with Evie. Pulling me away from my woman had not fucking pleased me, and I was about to give him a piece of my mind.
“Kick!”
I spun around to find Hyde coming up behind me, a hard glare in place. Walking towards him, I asked, “What the fuck is going on, Hyde? What was so fuckin’ important that I had to get here right fuckin’ now?”
“Did you go and see Jonathon Gambarro?”
“No.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You sure about that, Kick?”
“Yes, I’m fuckin’ sure about that, motherfucker. Why?”
“Well, it seems someone from Black Deeds got in his face and he’s gone fucking psycho on them, so I wanted to make sure you weren’t thinking of taking him on. I told you, the last thing we need is a problem with Gambarro.”
He wasn’t fucking serious? “You dragged me all the way here when I was in the middle of something to tell me that?”
I watched his eyes flash with rage. “It’d pay for you to remember who you’re talking to,” he said, his fury rising fast.
“I never forget who I’m talking to, VP. And you know my loyalty to this club, so don’t come in here and insinuate that I am anything but fuckin’ loyal.” I shook my head in anger. “The shit I’ve done for you, for King and for Storm, go above and fuckin’ beyond. If you ever imply it hasn’t or doesn’t again, you might just find out what it’s like to be on the end of my anger.”
“Are you fucking threatening me?”
I moved closer to him so we were almost nose-to-nose, my anger rolling off me. “Yeah, I’m fuckin’ threatening you.”
Hyde looked like he wanted to punch me, and I had no doubt the thought was running through his head, but I could fucking care less. If he wanted a fight, I’d give him a fight. In the end, though, he turned and stalked out of the room.
Fuck.
I was between a rock and a fucking hard place. And I still had no idea what the fuck I was going to do about it.
***
Five hours later, after I’d gone for a long ride to blow the shit out of my head, I pulled my bike up in Evie’s driveway. Her lights were still on, and I wondered if she’d waited up for me. She’d been pretty fucking clear about me coming over so my guess was she had.
As I walked the short path to her front door, she pulled it open and stood staring at me.
Christ, she never failed to take my breath away. Tonight she was dressed in an old t-shirt of mine that I didn’t even realise she still had. Her long, brown hair was flowing wildly around her shoulders and her face was flushed.
“Sorry I’m so late,” I apologised.
“Better late than never,” she replied quietly.
I waited for her to step aside and let me in but she didn’t. “You gonna let me in?”
“Not until you spill.”
I exhaled harshly. “Evie...”
She crossed her arms over her chest and a determined look covered her face. “No, Kick. I need you to tell me what happened today. I want to know where you go when The Hard Kick comes out.”
“Come again, babe? What’s The Hard Kick?” She’d lost me now.
“It’s this thing you do every now and then. One minute you’re okay and normal, and then something happens and you change. It’s like a harder, meaner version of you comes out. And it’s not that I don’t like it, I just want to understand why. Is it something I do to you?”
There were three steps separating us. I closed the distance and curled my hand around her waist. Leaning in to bring our faces closer, I said, “No, it’s not something you do. It’s got nothing to do with you at all.”
“But - ”
I pressed my finger to her lips. “I’m sorry it happens. I’ve got shit going on with the club at the moment and as much as I try to keep that from interfering with us, I can’t always manage to do that.”
Her face softened and I sensed her relenting. “I get it. But you do need to explain to me about my father and what you’re doing to help him.”
“We’ll get to that, baby, but fuck, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all night, so can we deal with that first?”
Heat flashed in her eyes. She didn’t say anything, just nodded her agreement.
I moved my free hand down to the bottom of her t-shirt and trailed my fingers up her thigh towards her panties. When her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip, I knew this was what she wanted, too. I pressed my mouth to her ear and murmured, “Let me inside, Evie. I need to fuck you like I’ve never needed to fuck you.” I f
ound the edge of her panties and pushed past them to run my finger along her pussy.
So goddamn wet.
She whimpered, and unable to control myself any longer, I moved quickly and scooped her up. I entered the house, kicked the door shut behind me and strode towards her bedroom.
Her hands came around my neck and she held on tight. “I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she breathed into my ear, causing my already hard dick to nearly lose his shit.
I deposited her on the bed and then reached down to undo my belt and jeans as I kicked my boots off. She moved off the bed and came to me, lifting her t-shirt over her head as she did so. Her hands went to my tee and she had it off in a matter of seconds. My jeans and boxers followed close behind.
Her eyes travelled every inch of my body before coming back to meet my gaze. “God, Kick, how much do you work out these days?”
I pulled her to me, fucking loving the feel of our skin together again. “It’s called working my frustrations out. I haven’t had you to work out with for too fuckin’ long so I had to find another outlet.”
She raised her brows. “You can’t tell me you haven’t been working out with someone else.”
“Every now and then, but babe, none of them come close to you.”
“Yeah, yeah...”
She tried to blow me off but I corrected her. “No, Evie. You know I don’t say shit for the sake of saying it.”
Her body stilled in my arms and I knew I’d gotten through. Her hand came to my face and she caressed my cheek. “I know,” she whispered.
My cock throbbed for her, it fucking ached to get inside her, so I hurried this along. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast to start with and then long and slow. You good with that?”
A sexy smile spread across her face. “So long as I get your tongue on my pussy later, I’m good with anything.”
Christ, I loved her dirty mouth. Had missed that mouth. “I see your mouth is still as filthy as it’s always been,” I said as I let her go and pushed her back onto the bed.
“Kick, you taught me everything I know, so of course my mouth is filthy as fuck.”
“Fuck, Evie,” I growled as I positioned myself over her. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth with my cock later and show you just what filthy is.”
She reached for my dick and began stroking it. “I don’t want you to use a condom. Are you clean?”
“Yeah. You?”
She nodded and then caught my lips in a kiss while she continued to pump my cock. I knew I was dangerously close to coming and that I should slow this down, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She made me feel so damn good and I hadn’t felt good in a long fucking time.
Her touch was magic.
Her words were healing.
And I knew her love was everything I needed in this shitty world.
I pulled out of our kiss and grunted, “Babe, either you need to stop what you’re doing or I need to get inside you because I’m just about to blow if you keep it up.”
She let me go but said, “You did say this was gonna be hard and fast and I’m good with that.”
“I don’t want it to be that fast. I don’t think you realise what you do to me. These days I just need to look at you and I’m almost coming in my pants.”
“Baby, you sure know how to sweet-talk a girl,” she whispered in my ear.
I groaned. Even the feel of her warm breath on me almost did me in. Fuck, I was so far gone it wasn’t fucking funny.
It was time to take control.
I grabbed both her wrists and positioned them above her head. Holding them there with one hand, I held her gaze and said, “Don’t move your hands.”
“Why?”
“Because if you touch me, I’m gonna come all over you instead of inside of you.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad,” she teased.
“Christ, woman, don’t fucking tempt me.”
“Okay, I’ll just lie here and let you do whatever you want.”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered and let her hands go, half expecting her to move them, but she didn’t.
Now that I had her whole body to devour, I began with her neck and then trailed my tongue down to her breasts. Evie had the best tits I’d ever had the pleasure of touching. Even after all her weight loss, they were a good handful, and I wasn’t in the minority in my devotion to them. I’d had the displeasure of watching men ogle them for too many years now. As I sucked and licked them, she arched her back and moaned. I paused for a moment to look up at her face and almost lost control when I saw the bliss written across her face. Her eyes were shut, and her teeth were biting her lip. My woman was sexy as fuck.
Her eyes fluttered open and she found my gaze. Smiling lazily at me, she murmured, “You should keep going, baby. I want you to lick all the way down to my pussy and then I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”
I leant on my elbows, my face resting in between her tits. “That right?”
“Yeah. You think you can manage that?”
I moved quick and a second later, I’d straddled her and had dipped my face to hers. My dick sat at her entrance and I teased her with it, pushing slightly into her and then pulling out. “I can manage any-fuckin’-thing, darlin’. The question is, can you?”
She licked her lips and asked, “Like what, Kick?”
I pushed my dick inside again. Not all the way, just enough to get her going, and then I pulled back out. “Like that,” I growled in her ear, “can you manage that?”
She smiled that fucking sexy smile that made my dick even harder than it already was if that was even fucking possible. “I don’t think you want to push me, Kick, cause we both know I can take a lot more than you can. I’d only have to reach down, take your cock in my hand and give you a few tugs and you’d be coming before you could say fuck.”
Fuck.
I was done.
Between her sexy body, her wet pussy, and her filthy mouth, my senses were in overdrive to the point where I could hardly function.
I thrust inside her, all the fucking way, and then pulled back out and slammed back in again. Stilling with my dick still deep in her, I rasped, “Feel good, baby?”
Her arms reached around me, and she dug her nails into my back. And then she squeezed her cunt around my dick and said, “Feels real good. Keep going.”
Fuck me.
I’d missed this woman.
I pulled out and thrust back in.
Over and over.
She clung to me, her nails clawing my back, and her mouth chanting filthy words that turned me way the fuck on.
And as my orgasm built, I knew she was it for me. In that moment, I knew I never wanted to fuck another woman in my life. All I needed to be happy was Evie’s beautiful pussy wrapped around my cock, and her heart to belong only to me.
“Fuck, Kick, I’m gonna come!” she screamed, and I thrust harder and faster.
“Wait for me, baby,” I grunted as I chased it.
She held on tight and together we came. I pumped my cum into her as her pussy pulsed around my dick and took everything I had to give.
I nestled my face into her neck and rested there while we both recovered from our orgasms. Eventually, I lifted my head and kissed her before saying, “Fuck, that was good.”
“Yeah, it was,” she agreed. Then she smacked my ass and said, “I’m gonna go clean up and then you can start that all over again.”
I grinned and moved off her. “You do that. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
“We do,” she agreed, and then left me to go to the bathroom.
I shifted onto my back and placed my arm behind my neck while I waited for her.
Shit, how the hell did I get so lucky?
To have Evie back in my life made me the happiest fucker on the planet.
I wasn’t going to fuck this up again.
And it was clear to me now what my next move was.
And where my loyalty now lay.
***
> The next morning, I sat on the edge of Evie’s bed and did my boots up, getting ready to tackle the shit I had to take care of during the day.
She rolled over and the bed shifted as she sat up. I turned to look at her and found disappointment in her eyes. “What?” I asked, confused.
“Are you leaving now?”
“Yeah.”
She sat up straighter and moved the sheet to cover herself which only confused me more. I moved my hand to the sheet to pull it back down. “Don’t,” she murmured, holding the sheet tight.
I shifted so I was facing her with one leg up on the bed. “What’s going on? Why the fuck are you covering yourself up after last night?”
“What is this, Kick?”
Now I was really fucking confused. “What do you mean? I thought we knew what this is.”
She motioned toward me with her hand and said, “Why are you dressed and leaving so early? It’s like you’re running out on me.”
I flicked my hand out to catch hers. “This,” I pointed to myself with my other hand, “is me fighting for you, Evie. Fighting for us. This is me bringing you into my world.”
She sucked in a breath but didn’t say anything, just waited for me to go on.
I struggled with where to begin. “I’ve done a lot of shit in my life I’m not proud of.” I let go of her hand but she reached for it and grabbed hold of me. My gaze dropped to our hands and then shifted back to her. The fierce look of love on her face gave me what I needed to continue. “I’ve hurt people, for fuck’s sake.” She needed to know this, but it fucking sucked to have to lay it all out, because I knew she’d probably want to walk away from me once she knew it all.
“Okay.” She said nothing else, just sat quietly waiting for me. Like that wasn’t enough for her to make up her mind.
“How can you love a man who does that?” I demanded, needing more of a reaction from her. I couldn’t gauge her thoughts from a simple ‘okay’.
She shifted closer to me on the bed when she should have been shifting further away. “Kick, you forget I’ve known you for almost your whole life.” She placed her hand on my chest. Over my heart. “I know you here. I know the good you carry in you, and I know you feel like you have no good left in you, but I see it. I see you. So when you tell me you’ve hurt people, I know you would have had your reasons. I don’t judge you.” Her gaze never left mine as she gave me those words and I saw no judgement there, only acceptance.
