by Nina Levine
***
“Stop,” Kick growled, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me back to him as he came through my front door. He closed the door behind him and whispered in my ear, “That was the longest fuckin’ ride.”
I let my head fall back on his shoulder, and when his mouth found my neck a moment later, I moaned as his lips set my body on fire. My hand reached up and my fingers slid through his hair. Gripping tight, I admitted, “The last three years have been the longest fucking years, Kick.”
He ground his erection against my ass. “Fuck, baby, never going there again,” he promised gruffly. His mouth pressed harder into my neck, and his lips and tongue worked their magic on me. His hand skimmed up my body, ghosting over my breasts and my neck to eventually end up in my hair. My core nearly exploded when he roughly grabbed my hair, yanked my head to the side, and rasped, “You ready for your Valentine’s present?”
Fuck.
I’d missed this.
Missed Kick’s rough side.
Before I managed to form coherent words, his hand that was around my waist, reached down to the bottom of my dress, and pulled it up high enough to give him access to my panties. His hand slid straight in, his fingers gliding through the wetness I’d had for him all day. He teased me for a few moments, sampling my pussy without giving me what I wanted. What he knew I wanted. Every time his finger came near my entrance, I pushed myself into his hand, trying desperately to force him inside, but he quickly moved his finger away and circled back to my clit.
“Kick . . .” I groaned, trying to move my head out of his hold so I could attempt to gain some control back.
“No,” he growled, holding my hair tighter, yanking it harder to the side, showing me who held the control here. His finger ran circles over my clit again before slowly moving back down. “Tell me how much you want this, baby,” he ordered, his finger hovering over my entrance, teasing the hell out of me again.
“I want it so bad,” I mewled, my mind and body completely consumed with the need for his finger to be inside me.
“I’m not convinced.”
His gravelly voice drifted into my consciousness, and I decided to show him rather than tell him. I moved one of my hands down to his with the intent of making him do what I wanted, but his hand swiftly left my panties to grab hold of mine. A groan escaped my lips at being thwarted.
“I said tell me, not show me,” he warned, trapping my hand in his firm grip.
Lust had taken over my body, pure need flowing through every vein. Kick had always been a master of bringing me to the edge, of driving me to complete desperation.
Desperate for his touch.
Desperate for his words.
Desperate to be joined as one.
“I want you more than anything else in this world, baby,” I whispered.
He stilled and I waited.
I knew those words would send him over the edge, and I was right. He let me go so he could roughly push me against the wall. Forcing his body hard against mine, his hands took hold of my face and his mouth pressed down onto mine as he took what he wanted. A searing kiss that was as demanding as it was tender.
My arms wrapped around him and I dug my fingers into his back, knowing that would fire him up as much as my words had. Kick was right about something he’d said the other day – we knew each other so well. Sex with him was amazing because we knew exactly what turned each other on.
His kiss grew more urgent, his body pressed even harder against me, and I took everything he had to give. Years of denying our desire shaped this kiss and I felt it all.
He devoured me.
He worshipped me.
He loved me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured as he ended the kiss and searched my face. His finger lightly traced patterns over my lips. When he forced my lips open, I took what he offered and sucked his finger, tasting myself there, swirling my tongue over his finger because I knew he loved that. I knew he got off on me tasting myself and loving it.
I reached for the button on his jeans and he let me, but he never took his eyes off mine. Once I had his jeans undone, I reached in and took hold of his hard cock, running my thumb over the pre-cum on the tip. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and he exhaled a hard breath. When he gave me back his gaze, I said, “I’m ready for your Valentine’s present now.”
“Suck my cock, baby . . . show me how fuckin’ much you love me,” he commanded, heat-filled eyes telling me how much he wanted that.
My lips pulled up at the ends in a smile. I loved sucking his cock. Without hesitation, I knelt and pulled his jeans and boxers down to free his cock. After he’d kicked his pants aside, I ran my hands up his legs, taking my time so I could appreciate the muscles he’d built since last I’d had this pleasure. His hand landed on my head. The way he held tight combined with the sounds of his heavy breaths told me how much he wanted this. I took hold of his cock and wrapped my lips around the tip and gently sucked it. Only the tip. Two could play at the game of tease.
His hand pressed harder on my head, trying to force me to take his entire length into my mouth. “Fuck, Evie, suck the whole fuckin’ thing, baby,” he groaned, obviously craving what I wanted to make him work for.
I gripped him harder and stroked the length of him while moving my mouth away. “All in good time,” I murmured, enjoying the game.
Just as I was settling in to play with him a bit more, hands reached under my arms and yanked me up and over his shoulder. He strode down my hall and towards my bedroom while I cried out, “Kick! Put me down!”
His hand met my ass in a slap that jolted pain through me while at the same time causing intense pleasure to shoot through me. “Not fuckin’ likely, sweetheart. You wanna play with me? Well, we play my fuckin’ way,” he said, and I almost came just from his words. At his promise.
Fuck me, I loved it when Kick took charge like this.
A minute later he dumped me on the bed before standing at the end of the bed and demanding, “Where are they?”
I shifted to lean on my elbows and look up at him. Frowning, I asked, “Where’s what?”
“The cuffs I bought you.”
Oh god, yes.
“In the bottom drawer,” I said, pointing my chin at the chest of drawers in the corner.
He stalked over to the drawers, found what he was after and came back to me. “Up and turn around,” he barked, indicating for me to stand in front of him facing the other way.
Without hesitation, I did what he said and a moment later, he snapped the handcuffs on my wrists and locked them into place. His hand slid around my waist to spin me around to face him again. The carnal desire written on his face pulsed happiness through me and my body buzzed with expectation.
This is going to blow my fucking mind.
He ran his finger across my lips and said, “I want these lips around my cock and I want you to suck until I come like I haven’t come in three fuckin’ years.” He paused, his gaze locked on my lips as if his mind was far away, and then he murmured, “There are no lips like yours, Evie.”
As my body tried to cope with the assault of desire his words caused, his hands moved to my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. Once he had me where he wanted me, one of his hands held my head in place while the other one guided his cock into my mouth. I took it all the way in and began sucking. My hands locked behind my back itched to be involved, but he’d made sure I had no control over this so I worked with what I had. My lips and tongue worked him up into a frenzy and I almost gagged as he forced his dick as far down my throat as he could, but Kick and I had this down to a fine art from years of practice and he knew when to back off and I knew when to breathe.
Kick’s breathing grew ragged and he began grunting his appreciation of my mouth, and then he stilled and demanded, “You wanna swallow, baby?”
Still with his cock in my mouth, I nodded and he muttered, “Fuck.” A moment later he pumped cum down my throat and I happily s
wallowed it all.
He pulled out and dropped to his knees in front of me. Reaching behind me, he undid the handcuffs and freed my hands before roughly taking my dress and bra off. He then moved his hand down to my panties and ripped them off. I shivered at his rough touch. So hot, and it turned me on even more. His finger found my clit and began massaging it. Then he slid his finger along my slit before finally . . . god, finally, pushing his finger all the way in. And then he fucked me hard with his fingers.
My body had been pushed to the edge of desire and I felt like I might collapse as he worked me up to my release. Kick sensed it, though, and put his free arm around my waist to hold me up. His mouth dropped to mine and he kissed me roughly before pulling away and saying, “I’ve fuckin’ missed this pussy.”
I shuddered as my orgasm built. Any minute now and Kick would have waves of extreme pleasure coursing through my body. “Don’t stop,” I managed to get out before the first wave hit.
He kissed me hard again, and said, “No plans to stop, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you come all night long. It’s fuckin’ Valentine’s Day, after all.”
My mind flashed with white light as the orgasm ripped through my body. My brain shut down as I let it take over me. I was sure Kick was whispering dirty words in my ear but I couldn’t make them out. The only thing I could concentrate on was the fact he really was blowing my mind with his fingers.
I rode the waves and when I finally came to, I let myself fall against Kick who held me tight and then lifted me up and placed me on the bed. He positioned himself on the bed next to me and let his hand trail over my breasts. His eyes dropped to look at them and after he’d bent to take a nipple in his mouth and lightly bite it, he gave me his gaze, and rasped, “I need to get my cock in between these and fuck them.”
Holy shit, he wasn’t kidding when he said he had plans for the whole night.
My eyes followed his hands as he lifted his t-shirt over his head to reveal the hard muscles of his chest and abs. Oh god, a girl could get into trouble because of those muscles.
I shifted so I could catch his lips in a kiss and then said, “First you need to take care of my pussy and then you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
He grinned at me and said, “I can manage that, but babe, not until you make me a promise.”
“What?” I asked, ready to give him anything he wanted as long as he gave me his goddamn cock.
He roughly grabbed my face and pulled me back for another kiss. When he ended it, he bit my lip. Not too hard, just the way he knew I liked it. “Promise me you’ll never lose that fuckin’ dirty mouth of yours.”
I grinned back at him and threw one of my legs over him before swiftly moving so I was straddling him. Arching my back and giving him an eyeful of tit in the process, I promised, “Yeah, baby, I promise.”
His eyes had already been coaxed to my breasts and he reached up to grab hold of one.
Hell yes.
No fucking way was I letting go of Kick again.
Ever.
***
The next day, Kick came with me to see my father. To tell him his debt had been settled.
He answered the door with a look of surprise and we followed him into his kitchen. “You want a drink?” he asked, watching us warily. His gaze followed Kick’s arm as it came around my waist and pulled me close.
Kick shook his head to a drink and I said, “No thanks, Dad. We’ve come to talk about your debt.”
He pulled a teaspoon from the drawer and as he shovelled coffee into a mug, he pointed it at us and asked, “You two back together?”
Before coming here, I’d asked Kick to let me do most of the talking, and he kept quiet now and let me answer. “Yeah, we are.”
A scowl crossed his face. “You sure that’s for the best, Evie?”
His words angered me, and my body tensed, ready for a showdown if necessary. “I don’t think it’s any of your business. Not after all these years where you couldn’t care less about me.”
Kick’s hold of me tightened and I heard his muttered, “Fuck.” He didn’t say anything else, though, and that impressed me. The Kick of three years ago would have been straight into an argument and fight if necessary.
Dad continued to make his coffee, remaining silent for a moment. Eventually, he stopped what he was doing, and asked, “Do you know what Kick’s involved in these days?”
The look on his face told me he didn’t think I did. “If you’re referring to Storm, yes I know he’s part of the club.”
Dad’s gaze flicked to Kick and the look he gave him was pure hostility. Then he looked back at me and said, “No, I mean the fact he bails me out of situations that involve thugs and criminals you don’t ever want to be tied up with. I don’t want you involved in that kind of stuff, Evie.”
My blood boiled and I stepped forward. Kick loosened his hold on me but refused to let me go completely. “If you didn’t want me involved in that shit, Dad, you should have stayed away from them. I do know what he’s done for you and I also know that because of you, he could be in trouble now. That shit’s on you, not him,” I snapped, my eyes blazing the anger I couldn’t control even if I tried.
He was taken aback, obviously not expecting me to fire up like that, but memories of too many years of being let down by this man rushed at me now.
Kick finally waded into the conversation. “Evie and I are together now, Peter, whether anyone else likes it or not. And as far as her knowing what I’m involved in for you, I haven’t told her the half of it, but I’m more than happy to if you’d like me to.” I couldn’t see his face but I could feel the fury in his voice and the hard set of his stance against my back.
Dad stared at him in silence for a few moments before turning his stare to me. “I’m sorry for dragging you into it.” The room swirled with his regret. “I’m a weak man and I’ve let you down.”
“Oh my god, Dad, yes, you’re a weak man, but if you want to change your life, the only person who can do that is you!” Frustration at his excuses cut through me. He’d been full of excuses as long as I’d been old enough to understand what one was. “Stop making your pathetic excuses and man up. Yes, Mum cheated on you and your life went to shit after that. And yes, you lost a child . . . we all did, but we’ve all found a way to cope with that and live our lives . . . it’s time you did, too. Find the good in your life and put the bad behind you.”
Kick, who had little patience, got straight to the point of our visit. “Gambarro’s wiped your debt, but so help me if you fuckin’ get yourself into anymore debt, Peter...That was the last time I’m stepping in for you.” His hand pressed hard against my waist and I knew in my soul that if Dad ever found himself in debt again, Kick would bail him out. Because he loved me, he would do anything for my family, or me, regardless of the words he’d just spoken.
“Thank you,” Dad said, struggling to meet Kick’s eyes.
“Did you see that counsellor I found for you?” I asked.
He hesitated and I knew if he said yes, he’d be lying. “Not yet,” he admitted softly, now avoiding my eyes.
Kick’s frustration sounded in the long breath he pushed out. “Jesus,” he muttered.
I pushed him. “When will you be seeing him?”
Cagey eyes darted back and forth between Kick and me before finally settling on me. “I’ll call him soon.”
My handbag had slipped down my arm, and I pushed it back up before saying, “Okay, you do that,” I snapped, way past angry at his failure to help himself, “and don’t call me until you have seen him. If you can’t be bothered to sort yourself out, I can’t be bothered to help you anymore.”
Before he could say anything, I turned and stalked out of his house. Heartbreak, anger and disappointment sat heavy in my gut, and I swallowed the lump in my throat and fought back the tears threatening to fall. It killed me to give up on him, but I couldn’t keep going the way we had been for most of my life. My father needed tough love now. I thought he’d hit roc
k bottom, but, obviously, he hadn’t. I shuddered to think what that would look like when it finally happened because he’d looked pretty bad the last time I’d seen him.
Kick followed me out and when we reached his bike, he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. “You okay, baby?”
I pulled back a little so I could look in his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that blared his love for me. It had been there all along but I’d been too blind to see it. I smiled. “Yeah, because I have you.”
He planted a kiss on my lips and then said, “You’ve always had me, you just didn’t know it.”
My tummy fluttered and my heart expanded with happiness.
Even with all the sadness, grief, hurt and anger hanging over me, Kick helped take some of it away.
He gave me hope life could be good again.
Chapter Twelve
Kick
“Anyone else got anything to discuss?” King asked, casting his gaze around the room.
Church had been quick today, but we hadn’t discussed the one thing I thought we would have.
And then Hyde stepped in. “Where are we at with Gambarro, Kick?” he asked, his steely eyes boring into mine.
I sat forward. I’d been ready for this. “As far as I know, he still doesn’t know who I am. I’ve asked my contacts if they’ve heard anything and there’s nothing on the radar.”
“Gambarro’s not a fucking idiot, Kick,” Hyde asserted, “he’ll figure it out soon enough and we need to have a fucking plan to deal with this shit.”
King interrupted. “Our plan is what it’s always been.”
Hyde gave him an incredulous look. “What? Sit and wait for the shit to land at our feet and then defend ourselves?”
King’s hard eyes narrowed at Hyde. “You think it would be better to announce to Gambarro it was us?” he asked scathingly.
Hyde shoved his chair back and stood. Shoving his hand through his dark hair, he bit out, “Fuck, King, I don’t know what the fuck we should do, but I hate sitting here waiting. Like a sitting fucking duck.” He glared at me. “We shouldn’t be in this fucking position.”
