Holy shit.
“If skills could pay the bills, Foster…” I breathed.
“Lose the shirt, baby,” he growled along my jawline as he nipped and kissed the sting away.
I obeyed, pulling the tank over my head. I let it fall to the floor as my bra straps fell down my arms.
“Bra, too,” he said, his eyes growing dark as he took in the sight of my light caramel-colored cleavage.
“You are so bossy.” I held my hand over my bra and against my breasts, openly defying his order. I wanted to see what he’d do about it.
With a glint in his eyes and growl in his throat, he pressed his hands into my ass gripping the meaty flesh under my shorts. He hoisted me in the air until my legs wrapped around his waist. His erection pressed against his worn jeans and right into my center.
Oh, yes. I need all parts of this.
“The bra, Kyanne, now.” This time, not waiting for me to comply, he buried his face between my cleavage, licking a trail between my breasts. He nudged my hand, holding the bra in place, out of his way. He captured the silk and lace demi-cup in between his teeth and lips and pulled it from my grasp leaving the girls free to his heated gaze. “Finally,” he sighed, dropping my bra to the floor. He sucked a single darkened nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over the erect nub.
“God, Zach, mmm,” I moaned, grasping his broad shoulders as one arm held me suspended in the air against him while the other hand reached in between us and tweaked my other nipple until I yelped. It hurt so good. I arched my back pressing my breasts into his mouth and hand, taking that sweet torture. Obliging me, he nipped my nip just right. “God, yes.”
My eyes popped open when I felt him move us through my house down my back hallway.
“What are you doing?” I asked, as he moved with ease with me still in his arms like I was the weight of a doll.
Without a word, he entered my bathroom and slid me down the length of his chiseled body until I was deposited on the floor in front of him. He leaned into my shower stall and turned on the high spray.
Zach kneeled before me and kissed my stomach right at my belly button, running his tongue over the navel ring there. I shuddered under the attention. He pushed my terry cloth shorts and panties down over my ass and my hips until they fell at my feet and I stood naked in front of him. He looked up at me as he stood back up.
“You didn’t answer me, and why am I naked and you still have your jeans on?”
He toed off his boots. “There, no shoes, no shirt.”
“And the saying goes ‘no shoes, no shirt, no service’,” I quipped.
“But the country song goes ‘no shoes, no shirt, no problem’.” He winked.
“You know good and hell well I don’t listen to no country music.” I playfully shoved at his shoulder.
“You wound me, woman.” He placed a hand over his heart.
“Yeah, yeah. The jeans, sir.” I indicated to the offending material.
“First a shower and then some rest. We already established that. Come on, get in.” He opened the glass door to my shower.
This guy had to be kidding me. After the way he kissed me and just sucked the living shit out of my nipple, he wanted me to just stop on a dime and get in the shower. Well, I'll be goddamned if he thought he was going to order me to get into the shower. He had another think coming. I'd show him.
I gave him a nice little grin and sashayed into the shower. The spray of hot water did feel good on my aching muscles.
“See, now doesn't that feel nice?” His tone was teasing.
I reached out without hesitation, grabbing his arm. I yanked as hard as I could, sending him toppling into the shower with me, dressed in socks and jeans.
“See, now doesn't that feel nice?” I said in a sing-song voice, echoing his words.
“You are such a brat,” he laughed at me.
“And, you know you like that about me. Now, lose the jeans and the socks, Mr. Foster, and continue what you were doing to me...please.”
“Yes, ma'am. You mean feasting on these delicious nipples?” he asked, reaching out and tweaking one. The pleasure shot straight through me all the way down to my core.
“Yes. I need more of that,” I begged.
Chapter 17
Kyanne
I ran my fingertips up his washboard-like abs, up his chest and over his shoulders and into his hair. I guided his head down to mine as I took his lips for a kiss this time. He moaned against me and I urged him to open up so I could suck his tongue into my mouth. I wanted every bit of his and I was greedy enough to want it now.
Once I knew I had control of this kiss, I reached between us and fumbled at the buckle and fly of his jeans. He stood, letting me undress him the rest of the way. I broke the kiss to peel the soaking wet jeans down his toned legs.
“Someone hasn’t missed leg day at the gym…” I ran my hands up his legs which were hard as rocks. They weren’t the only things hard in front of me. I eyed the bulge in front of my face and cupped him possessively, massaging at his member through the material of his boxer briefs.
“Damn, Kyanne,” he hissed as I massaged him hard as a rock. Hooking my finger in the waistband of his boxer briefs, I dragged the drenched material down his legs and out of my way. I threw them and the jeans on the bathroom floor.
“You are making such a mess on that floor,” he teased me.
I encircled his thick erection in my petite hand, effectively shutting him up. “I’ll clean up every last drop,” I said, my voice staccato as I licked along the underside of his dick from base to tip with every word until I ended at the mushroomed crown. I ran my tongue in lazy circles around his head and inhaled before I engulfed his length with my mouth as far as I could manage. He was longer than I could fully fit, but I’d try my damndest. My momma didn’t raise no quitter.
“Goddamn, Kyanne.” He pressed up and into my mouth. Losing his fingers in my wet mass of curls, he pulled them back and out of the way using it to guide my mouth up and down his erection. “Holy fuck, that is hot,” he groaned, looking down at me as I looked up at him. He clenched his eyes shut and smacked a hand back against my shower stall for support. I felt him shudder as I cupped his balls and massaged.
“Oh, no no, baby. That feels too good. I won’t last if you keep that up.” He reached down and hooked me under my arms hauling me up against him. He hoisted me up again so we were at eye level, the spray of the shower pelting us.
He entered me before I could think, taking my breath away in the process and pressed into my wet heat. My eyes grew wide as he looked at me, gauging my reaction. “Are you okay?”
“Can you give a girl a little warning next time? It’s not like your cock is huge or anything.” I rolled my eyes at him and he barked a laugh.
“I promise to make it all better.” He turned us around so my back was against the shower stall. He pressed up and into me and let me ride that sweet pole all the way down until he was seated deep.
The delicious ache of being spread wide around him is exactly what I needed right now. I didn’t want to think about any other screwed up thing going on with me, my family or the Guardians; just me and this man, right now, enjoying each other.
My eyes fluttered shut as I enjoyed the sensation of him pressing in and out of me. “Why do you feel so damn good?” I asked against Zach’s mouth as he kissed me.
“I could ask you the same thing, sugar. Hang on,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around him digging fingers into his muscles as he spread his legs, hoisting me high, up and down his shaft.
God Almighty, I thought the ride on the bike was a thrill. That was nothing compared to this.
“Oh, Zach. Yes... Yes...” I chanted over and over as he worked in and out of me, building something inside me that was going to boil over soon. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…”
“Yes, come for me, baby. Give me all that. I want it, Kyanne. It’s mine. You’re mine. I want it, baby. All of it,” he gritte
d through his teeth.
“Yes, Zach. Yours. This is all yours.” I gripped his shoulders while scratching my nails down his back. I’d leave a mark but I have not a damn to give. He did this; tore me up and taking me for this wild ride. Sparks flew behind my clenched eyelids as I let out a litany of curses and pleas as I rode the orgasm through the massive wave.
I heard his release come soon after me as he pulled out of me and his hot semen sprayed my stomach but was quickly washed away by the spray of water pouring over us.
Vaguely realizing I slowly slid down his hard body again, he squirted some of my almond oil soap and washed me head to toe. I let him do it, too sore, sexually, physically, hell… too mentally exhausted to move. He repeated the motions, soaping his own body, before pulling me into his arms, standing us under the spray to rinse off together.
He placed kisses on my brow, my nose, my lips. When the water cooled, he wrapped me in a bath sheet and grabbed a few bottles of my scented oils and ushered me to my bedroom.
Chapter 18
Kyanne
I laid face down in a bed of pillows and soft sheets, naked. Zach stood over me with the scented oils and massaged them into my back, and I moaned and sighed. His hands worked magic over the tight muscles of my back.
“Can’t have all this tension weighing on you, love; it’s not good,” he said, continuing to rub me.
“I know. I’m trying to let it go. Now that my dad is safe and alive, and we got my mom and Buck back, we just need to get Aunt Steph out the woods.”
“She’ll be fine. Just rehab…and we need to figure out what all this madness with Luther is.” His voice was low and calm as he finished rubbing oils on me.
“I know…that’s a whole other issue.” I yawned as he kissed my bare shoulder, sliding his body up mine. He laid at my side and looked at me, brushing my curls out my face.
“I’m a bit mad at myself for not trying to pursue this sooner,” he said, landing a kiss on my nose.
I chuckled at the tickle. “I’m mad at you, too. What took you so long? If I knew I could have gotten my mind blown against my shower wall like that, I would have shaken my ass in front of you a hell of a lot sooner,” I teased.
He nipped at my lip. “You have such a way with words, Kyanne.”
I put a hand to his face and ran a thumb over his bottom lip. “You pursued this at just the right time.” I leaned in and sampled those lips. He kissed me back.
“I wanna do this with you, Ky. We can figure us out and what that all means, but I want you to be my girl. My only.”
“You asking me to be your ol’ lady, Foster?”
He grinned at me. “Hmm, yes. You gonna get on the back of my bike with me?”
I raised a brow at him.
“It’s not that bad, Kyanne.”
“I don’t think it’s bad, I guess. I’d ride with you. We can take the bikes out. I like that exhilarating feeling every now and again. It’s just..”
“I know, babe. You know every day as a Guardian is not always like today, right?” he asked.
“I do know that. It’s just that since I can remember, my parents have been feuding with the Dogs. For all the good the Guardians do, it’s counteracted by this beef with them. I mean, really? You are carrying around a gun, Zach.”
“It’s for protection, babe; mine and now yours.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
“Well, I was about to use it on Luther tonight, so I can’t really say anything.”
Zach chuckled. “That’s right. You were about to blow him away. My little Annie Oakley. That wasn’t even my gun you grabbed...”
I yawned again. “I don’t like feeling like that, Z. Something about that cocky bastard’s face though…”
“Trust me, it pushes all of our buttons, love; you aren’t alone.”
“He had all of us thinking my dad was dead. What kinda person…? Who does that? And really it was all because of jealousy.”
“A sick bastard. Someone that wanted your family to pay. Someone clearly tormented by their own demons.” Zach adjusted his body so I was snuggled against his chest. My eyes were getting heavy and I welcomed the comfort of his embrace.
“Do you know if they were able to get those girls out?” I let out a yawn.
He rubbed a hand over my shoulder and down my back. “They got the girls, all of them. They were the ones up front you saw, and there were more in the in the back room.”
I shuddered at the thought of what they were doing to those girls. The idea made me want to puke. “Oh, my God. I can’t even…. How can Star be in love with the son of that man?”
“Can’t judge someone for the sins of their father, babe. If that was the case, you and Star would be to blame for some of the decisions Free has made. It’s what Eli does from here that matters.”
“Hmm, I want to know what he did to upset Starla tonight. Just when I was starting to accept that I need to give this jerk a chance, he goes and breaks her heart.”
“We don’t know the circumstances around that either, Ky. Let’s just see how this all plays out. Now, it’s damn near three o’clock in the morning. If you are as exhausted as I am, we should get some sleep. I can go in the guest room like I usually do…”
He started to move away from me, but I turned and pulled him back. “Don’t you dare. You stay right here, next to me. I’m your ol’ lady now, remember? My man stays in my bed.” I cradled his face in between my hands and looked into his blue eyes as he stared back. “Thank you for being with me through all this. When I’d thought I lost my father, the kidnapping of my mother and finding out I had a sister, you were there.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Kyanne. You mean more to me than you know.”
I closed my eyes, listening to the timbre of his voice.
“I feel the same about you, Zach.”
“What is it, Ky?” He kissed my forehead as a tear slipped from my eye and fell on his bare chest.
“I didn’t think I could be part of this motorcycle life even though the life is a part of me. I know it means so much to you…”
“I wouldn’t force you to do something you don’t want to do, baby. If you want to ride with me or beside me, then great. If you want to follow me in your race rocket little car, then fine.” He chuckled and I swatted his arm.
I looked up at him and his facial expression grew more serious as he brushed a kiss over my lips. “I love you, Kyanne Trent.”
My eyes were wide as I looked at him. I felt tears brimming in my eyes. I was not expecting that but without hesitation, I returned the words knowing I felt the exact same way. “I love you too, Zach. It's wild that through a crazy, messed-up situation, we found each other, but I'm glad we did. I'm glad you made me open the door the other day, even though I was being typical me.”
“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
The low rumble of his voice was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep in his arms. This was the first time I had slept peacefully in at least a week or two since the whole thing happened with my dad. But now that he was okay, my mom and Buck were found and Aunt Stephanie would make it through, I was able to lie in the arms of the man I realized loved and sleep like a baby.
I woke the next morning to a text on my phone from my father.
Steph is awake. Come back to the hospital when you wake up.
I turned it over and looked at Zach. He was already up. I held up my phone. “I got the same text. Let's ride.”
Epilogue
Starla
I paced the waiting room of the hospital where my mother was recovering from a gunshot wound to the chest.
The damn Hellhounds were responsible, of course. Mom’s ex-lover, Luther, shot her while she was trying to defend her current lover, Buck. This was all because she got pregnant and had me with her first lover, Free. Who I found out, after the twenty-nine years I’ve been alive, isn't my uncle, but is, in fact, my father.
Ain't that a bitch? Of all the screwed up… I couldn’t
make this shit up.
My mother was something else, I tell you. I realized that growing up. I’d see her do different things, or say certain stuff, but this was too much.
Besides that, she had promised…no, she had pledged allegiance to the Lady Guardians to help protect the streets of Arlington right next to my Aunt Stella and to uphold the law and do right by our community. Now, I don’t know what that little stunt was back there at the Hellhound clubhouse, but it sure as shit looked like she turned her back on that allegiance, wearing the Hell’s Bitches jacket. I mean what was that all about? It made no sense. And, she hasn’t woken from her surgery to explain herself yet.
I’m over here going ape-shit crazy over all of this and the icing on the cake was Eli was acting like a stranger. He couldn’t know, could he? Not yet… But if anyone of those Dogs went back and checked those videos in the club, they'd know. They’d tell Elias who shot his father.
There was no love lost with his father when it came to me. I never liked the man from the time we were kids until now.
Elias knew what his dad was, pure evil. Yet, he was by his side, when I needed him the most. Was that selfish of me? Yea, maybe. But I didn’t give a shit. It was his fault my mother was in here in the first place. He shot her, and I did what I had to do. Screw him.
I reflected back over the last couple of weeks and what we had been through. I had been a lady Guardian since I was a little girl...a baby Guardian.
It was the only life I knew.
But, maybe my cousin...I mean, my sister, Kyanne, had the right idea stepping away from this biker’s hell. Since I was eighteen, I had been kidnapped once, almost taken again and nearly got shot today. I did the one thing I didn't think I would do. I pulled my gun. I aimed it… and fired at someone.
“Star Bright?”
I turned at the sound of my Uncle Free’s voice; the man I found out was my actual father. He’d always called me Star Bright since I was a little girl, but it did sound a little different knowing this man was my father.
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