“Such a total screw-up in families,” Aspen grumbles and looks up at me. “No offense.”
I shake my head, knowing she hints at Shea and I. “None taken. Families are always screwed up, blood or no blood. It’s the way life is; raw, gritty, and never the way you expect. It’s the whole tie that binds you together. Some need to be cut with a knife, some need to be given a little more leeway. But the family bound by loyalty, respect, friendship, and trust is where you build on. That right there doesn’t influence the blood that shares DNA, it’s the same mindset that connects you.”
“Your MC brothers. You built your own family,” she says with realization.
“We built it together,” I proudly state.
“Yes, we did,” Kier says with pride.
Aspen’s shoulders sag. “I never had that.”
“Yeah, you do,” I murmur and place a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re the president’s old lady. And you’ve shown how to take lead and protect your own when you killed Mario before Kier could pull us into something we couldn’t explain ourselves out of without ratting out Mira.”
“What did you do?” Mira gasps and bounces her gaze between Kier and Aspen.
Kier shrugs. “Leon’s guy was about to spill your name.”
“And he thought putting a bullet through his head was a way to solve it but there was no reason for him to interfere other than prevent the guy from talking. Seeing as I was the one taking lead with torturing, I ended it before he could talk.”
“Taking the blame,” Mira muses as she gives her friend a grateful look. “You can’t keep saving me. None of you. You have to think about yourself. Dammit, I can’t believe my life is such a mess. All while—” She doesn’t finish her sentence but places a hand over her belly.
Kier covers her hand with his. “She’s gonna be fine, Mira. You both will be.”
“How can you say that?” Mira croaks. “How can you want this? Want me? Want an unborn child who exists because his or her mother was raped? I can’t...you can’t...don’t you understand?”
“I understand e-fucking-nough,” Kier growls. “I see a strong woman who bounced back from everything she endured. And I don’t care how the tiny human inside you came to be. She’s there and all she needs is your strength to grow and come into this world with a clean fucking slate the both of us will give her. Didn’t you hear what my Pres just mentioned? Family isn’t about blood. It’s about respect, loyalty, friendship, and trust. So fucking trust me to give you two all of it.”
“I don’t deserve you,” Mira whispers while tears slide over her cheeks.
Kier brushes them away with his knuckles. “Yeah, you do, since I don’t deserve you, so we make a good pair.”
Mira swallows hard and nods slightly. There’s a hint of a smile tugging her mouth when she asks, “And why are you so sure this baby is a girl?”
“Just a hunch. Besides, I have a fifty-fifty shot and I’m rooting for a little girl who has the beauty and strength of her mother.” Kier leans in and plants a hard kiss on Mira’s mouth, preventing her from giving him a reply.
I glance down at Aspen. “Anything else we need to know?”
Aspen’s forehead wrinkles and she takes a few breaths before she says, “I don’t think so. But this whole connection to Leon wasn’t mine to spill. And I didn’t know he killed her parents or the details from her background. When we became friends, we didn’t know anything about each other. And by the time we were best friends…we decided not to let things get in between us.”
“Loyalty, trust, friendship,” I murmur and she gives me a nod in return.
“Good thing we crossed paths when we did.” She shoots me a wink and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Darlin’, you were born to take my cock, so it doesn’t matter how we met or when; it was inevitable, and you couldn’t escape me if you tried.”
Aspen rolls her eyes. “Such a romantic.”
“My cock will give your pussy all the romance you need—” I start but she cuts me off with a smack to the chest.
“Your cock is for giving pleasure, romance is for the mind, weirdo.” She shakes her head and it seems she talks to herself when she adds, “But I guess I needed a real challenge with the whole smooth talk and smooth moves. Ugh. I guess that’s why I was never attracted to men in slick suits with their fancy jobs. The whole ‘outlaw, smack my ass, pull my hair and make me beg for it’ makes a better fit.”
“Yeah,” I croak as the vision she just gave slices through my head, making my cock harden. “I think it’s time for bed.”
I grab her by the waist and she squeals as I throw her over my shoulder. “Kier. Bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“You got it, Pres.” His voice rings out behind me as I make my way toward my room.
I let her slide down my body once we’re inside and it takes everything in me not to rip off her clothes and bury myself deep. Patience. I want to take this shift of feelings between us as something more than a simple need to fulfill.
My heart stops for a breath or two when Aspen drops to her knees in front of me. Her eyes are filled with lust. Both hands slide up my thighs and she heads for my cock but I can’t let her be in control.
“I want both your hands on my ass, and keep ‘em there, you hear?” My voice is filled with raw need and if she takes control I know I will lose it.
There’s defiance bubbling behind those gorgeous eyes but her hands are on my ass nonetheless. I pop the button of my jeans and slowly slide the zipper down, making my cock spring free as it bobs in front of her face.
My fingers wrap around my hard length. Lazily I stroke myself and let the precum slide out of me, freely spreading it over the head with my thumb. With every pull her breath hitches and her lips slightly part. Damned if it doesn’t make me harder to see how badly she wants me to fill her mouth.
“You want to taste me, don’t you, darlin’?” I rumble and tap the tip of my dick against her lips.
She opens up as her eyes fall shut.
“Eyes,” I snap. “Keep them open and see whose cock you’re about to swallow.”
With one hand I position my dick and with the other I grab a fist full of hair to guide her head. Her eyes dilate as she opens her mouth at the same time I ram my cock to the back of her throat.
Man, she feels good. And I know I’m an asshole for shoving deep and relishing in her discomfort, but she surrenders fucking beautifully.
“That’s it. You see me, don’t you, darlin’? You feel me, taste me, fucking take everything I have to give,” I croak and cup the side of her face with my other hand.
The raw emotions she sucks out of me are those I never even thought I could have for a woman. But she...she’s a perfect little gem with skills ranging from sucking cock like a champ, slicing throats when needed, or saving a brother of mine; she does it all. I would be insane to pass up this kind of brilliance. I never expected to find a woman who could solely be mine. Let alone someone like her.
I step back and let my cock fall from her mouth. “So damn good, baby,” I murmur and hoist her up to place a hard kiss on her mouth before I tell her, “But I want inside that sweet and tight pussy of yours. Are you going to give me a taste first?”
She steps back and her legs hit the bed.
“Strip,” I order, and I swear her clothes hits the floor with my next breath.
Aspen climbs on the bed and scoots back, letting her legs fall open. Her hand slides down and she starts to play with her clit. I’m fisting my cock and squeezing to relieve some of the pressure, but it’s useless. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll come right over my own damn hand.
CHAPTER NINE
— Aspen —
I can see the need openly displayed on his face. I recognize it because my body is filled to the brim with it. In an effort to drive him further over the edge—and myself along with it—I tease my clit and let my fingers slide through my pussy, coating them with my arousal.
I h
old them out for Kinney to see. “Did you want a taste of what you do to me?”
Kinney’s eyes darken as he sheds all his clothing. I’m a little self-conscious when his eyes fall on the angry red scar on the side of my belly but his focus quickly lands on my fingers.
He grabs my wrist and guides my hand to his lips, letting his tongue trail a path while our eyes stay connected. He brings my fingers down to my pussy and coats them yet again with my arousal. Inching closer he spreads the wetness over my bottom lip.
His eyes are scorching me with heat as he slams his mouth over mine. His tongue battles with mine as he makes me taste myself. I have to break our kiss when he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy. His mouth brushes my jaw, down to my neck where he starts to nip and suck, bringing every inch of my body alive underneath his touch.
He moves down my body and I bite my bottom lip as he stops at the scar. His eyes are searching mine as his eyebrow raises in question. This right here is another validation how we moved past the point of an easy fuck or a three-month long favor. It’s closeness, honest curiosity in an effort to get to know personal details.
“Remember when I said I couldn’t get to Mira right away?” He gives a slight nod. “Lanshes wouldn’t let me leave in the middle of an assignment. I knew it was somewhat out of his hands but the idiot also demanded I wrapped up the case that instant otherwise my head wouldn’t be in the right place. It was insane. We weren’t ready to go in and free the hostage. He ignored my objections along with my colleague, Dale’s concerns. And because he was our supervisor, he had the ability to push forward. We headed in and it only took two damn minutes before things went to shit. Dale was killed, I was hit and there was no way out. We had to wait three hours for backup and the hostage ended up dead too. Not to mention I didn’t have any medical care for hours on end and it caused complications. Complications he could have prevented. Hell, I wouldn’t even have been shot if it wasn’t for him. Dale and the hostage would still be alive if his insane decision wasn’t pushed through. He just wanted to prove his point that no matter what, he was the one in charge.”
Anger surges hotter through my veins than sadness as I add on a growl, “They told me my chance of getting pregnant the normal way is slim to nonexistent. They removed one fallopian tube and I already had a screwed-up cycle which adds to the whole slim to none.”
Now sadness does overtake me completely by surprise as I add, “Not that I ever thought about being a mother but when it’s ripped away without giving you a chance it kinda seals the deal before you can reach for a dream, you know?”
“Dreams can shift, Aspen,” he croaks and brushes his lips against my scar. “You’ve heard it a few times in this clubhouse already. Family doesn’t necessarily mean a blood connection. If your dream is to be a mother, we will find a way. Besides, mother nature has a way of catching you by surprise, so who knows.” Another tender touch of his lips on my skin. “Thank you for sharing. It adds to my understanding as to why you fight hard and fierce for your friend and put her before yourself. But, darlin’? You’re my first priority now. No one had your back when that asshole forced you into executing his bad decisions but that all ended when you became my old lady.”
The way this man balances sweet with determination and fierceness is capturing my heart and giving it a little squeeze. I swallow hard and can only nod in acknowledgement.
He gives me a tender smile, assessing my face as if to make sure his words have hit home, and they have. His head slightly nods as if he’s sure and his lips travel downwards, inching closer to my pussy until his breath heats the place between my legs that’s begging for his attention.
He grabs my hand and pushes it toward my pussy. “Help me out here, darlin’,” he simply says and places my fingers the way he wants; making me spread the lips of my pussy open and keep them that way.
I keep my eyes on him as he grasps the back of my legs and pushes them toward my head forcing my ass in the air. He simultaneously leans forward and licks from ass to clit, spearing me with his tongue and flicking my clit until I’m panting for my next breath.
He’s relentless and I’m dying to plead for mercy to finally be able to embrace the orgasm he’s building in every cell of my body. When I’m about to tip over, he pulls back and places the tip of his dick at my entrance and fills me completely in one stroke. The intense burn of stretching to accommodate him—while he instantly pulls out and slides right back in—is setting my body on fire. I grab his shoulders and dig my nails in, trying to pull him close while my body is on an overload of emotions.
He’s grunting above me, our bodies heated and slick with sweat. Pants are filling the air along with grunts and the slapping of skin against skin. Everything screams sex, raw and hot, but at the same time his piercing gaze is addictive. As if he’s opening a window with an invite to look inside. Our lips connect. My eyes close and through the kiss—through my whole body—I silently accept his invite and connect ourselves deeper into a committed bond between us.
Hot jets inside me trigger my own orgasm as his dick thickens and jerks inside me. His name falls from my lips as mine falls from his. Breaths mingle as we crash against the mattress. It doesn’t matter how hot our bodies are—slick with sweat—we keep each other in a tight embrace while we recover.
“That was nice,” Kinney pants. “We should do it more often. Preferably multiple times a day.”
It takes effort to laugh because I feel drained of every single bit of energy my body possessed. Kinney gives me a lingering kiss and that’s all I can remember as I fall asleep in his arms. He allows me the serenity I have been searching for, knowing he will have my back.
Warmth and safety envelopes me when I slowly awake. I’m sprawled out over Kinney’s body and his arm is thrown over me.
“Good morning,” his voice rumbles through his chest underneath me. “Your breathing changed so I know you’re awake.”
“Shhh, I’m still secretly sleeping,” I murmur, not wanting to end the serenity of the moment.
Laughter makes his body shake and I grumble, “Rude,” making him laugh harder.
The whole serenity bubble is broken so I might as well get up and pee. I push my body off his and let myself dramatically fall on my back before dragging myself to the bathroom. All while Kinney does nothing more but watch and chuckle.
I am so not a morning person and I decide to take a hot shower to start my day. Mentally going over the clean clothes I have adds to my grumpiness. I really need to go shopping again since I only bought some for me—and more for Mira—when Kinney took me shopping the last time. When I eventually stalk back into the bedroom with my legs all red from the hot shower, I share my thoughts with Kinney.
“I want to go to the mall, get some extra clothes and such.” I raise my eyebrow in question since I know there’s some serious stuff going on but nothing is reflected on his MC, or so I think. “Objections?”
He doesn’t say anything but heads into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
Rude.
I open the drawer—Kinney was so freaking kind to empty so I can put my handful of stuff in there—to find some clean underwear. I’m sliding my jeans on when Kinney strolls out of the bathroom butt naked. Damn, this man is sculpted perfection with his inked muscles and confidence radiating off him in waves.
“Not going to fuck you right now, darlin’. No matter how badly the both of us want to, we have business to tend to. I have church within the hour and you want to get some shit. Take a prospect with you and take one of the club’s SUVs.”
I blink a few times to process his words since his whole nakedness clouded my brain with lust filled options.
“Is it safe enough for Mira to join me?” I ask while I grab my socks and boots.
Kinney grabs his belt and as he shoves it through the loops of his jeans I can’t help myself and think about last night. After we drifted to sleep from the first round of sex, he woke me up with his tongue and gave me an orgasm befor
e flipping me to my stomach, filling me up from behind. The man then grabbed his belt and heated my ass with it. Intense. Seriously, this man knows how to combine a bite of erotic pain along with an explosion of lust.
By now I might be ruined for all other men. But who cares since we agreed to make this a forever deal instead of the three months. We talked it through after the second round of sex and the both of us admitted there’s more than the favor and lust connection between us. So, for now we are going to see where this takes us, one day at a time but certainly no limit, hence the forever statement.
Kinney chuckles and it makes me scowl. He slowly shakes his head. “Your pussy needs to recover, so does your ass for that matter. Both will receive loads of attention from me soon enough.” He drops the boots he was holding and stalks up to me and cups my face with both his hands. “Damn lucky to have a woman who can take what I need. I love fucking you and getting my hands on every inch of your body.” He slams his mouth over mine and I need to wrap my fingers around his wrists to keep myself upright.
Damn that man can kiss.
He pulls back way too quickly and releases a deep sigh. “I think it’ll be good to take Mira along as if nothing is out of the ordinary. You’re very capable of handling shit if someone tries something. As I said, a prospect does need to tag along since it’s expected now that word is out you’re my old lady.”
“Okay,” I breathe, sounding like a lovestruck teenager.
The corner of his mouth twitches and he echoes, “Okay,” with a lust filled undertone.
When the both of us are fully dressed we head for the main room where Mira is sitting behind a cup of tea and Kier is standing behind her like a guard dog. Kinney jerks his head into the direction of church and the both of them head that way.
Before he enters, Kinney asks over his shoulder, “Aspen, can you bring me a cup of coffee before you leave?”
“Sure,” I reply and round the bar to get to the machine.
Mira’s voice sounds a bit panicked when she squeaks, “You’re leaving?”
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