by Harley Wylde
“Please, Nick,” she said. “Please.”
“Please what?” I asked.
“Please make me come. I need it, need you.”
I sucked on her clit again, getting her right to the edge, then backed off. “Look at me, Kayla.”
She looked down her body until her gaze met mine, though she looked so far gone I wasn’t sure she was really seeing me.
“I was your first, wasn’t I?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Anyone ever make you come before me? Put their hands or their mouth on this pretty little pussy?”
“No one’s ever made me come but you.”
“That didn’t entirely answer my question. Has anyone touched you, Kayla?”
She whimpered. “Yes.”
“Did they taste you?”
“N-no.”
I stroked the lips of her pussy. “This is mine. Understand? No one touches you, no one tastes you but me. And no one sure as fuck puts their cock in you except me. You’re mine.”
She bit her lip and slowly nodded.
“Say it, Kayla.”
“I’m yours.”
Fucking right she was. I went back to pleasuring my woman, not stopping this time until she was thrashing on the bed and screaming out her release. I lapped up all her cream as she shivered from the force of her climax, then I slowly rose over her. My cock was more than ready for what came next.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
She tried to focus on me, but she looked a little dazed. My cock slid against her pussy, and then I started sinking into her. If I’d thought she felt good before, being inside her completely bare was goddamn intense. I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this incredible before, and soon I was driving into her, not able to hold back. Her nails bit into my shoulders as the headboard banged into the wall with every stroke.
“Nick! I’m coming!”
I growled and took her harder, faster, as her pussy gripped me tight. I felt the gush of her release and kept thrusting until I came inside her. As my cock twitched and pulsed inside her, I knew that as soon as I recovered, we were doing this again. And again. And again. Kayla was like a drug, and I was completely addicted to her.
“Mine,” I said, looking into her eyes and pressing my cock a little deeper.
“Yours,” she said softly.
I didn’t understand the possessiveness I felt toward Kayla. I’d been married to Rachel, had known her for years, and I’d never felt like this. Sure, I’d loved her. I’d loved her so fucking much I’d thought I’d hurt forever after she died. But with Kayla, I felt as if the broken pieces could possibly be mended, as if I had a second chance, and I didn’t want to squander it.
I kissed Kayla, a slow and lazy kiss, that started to turn into something more. Her stomach growled, and I chuckled as I pulled away, slipping free of her body. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked so damn adorable.
“Sorry,” she said. “I had some pie when I got to town last night, but I guess it’s time for breakfast.”
“Come on, honey. We’ll go shower, and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”
She hesitated.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just… I’ve ridden on a motorcycle before, with Johnny, but now that I’m pregnant I don’t know that I should.”
She was right to be concerned. I was a cautious driver, but the other idiots on the road were what made riding a bike so hazardous. There was an SUV in my garage, a car I’d kept well maintained yet hadn’t driven very often. It was old, and I knew it was time to let the damn thing go. But for now, it would get my woman and my baby safely where they needed to go.
“You look like you want to say something but aren’t sure if you should,” she said.
“I kept Rachel’s SUV. It’s fifteen years old, and I don’t know how you feel about riding around in it until I can get something different, but it runs well.”
She cocked her head. “How do you feel about me being in Rachel’s car?”
I smiled a little. Here I was offering her something that I thought would be awkward for her, and she was more concerned about how it would affect me. Just proved that Kayla was right where she belonged -- here with me.
“I think she’d be okay with it, and so am I. It’s time for me to move on. I can’t start a life with you and our kid if I’m still holding onto the past. She’s gone. Yeah, I loved her, and she loved me. She’s the one who died, though, not me.”
She got a pinched look on her face and looked down at the bed, then around the room. “Is all this… “
“No. I bought all new furniture when I moved in here. The car is all I kept, other than a small box of photos and some of her favorite things. Her wedding ring is in there too. I used to keep her picture by my bed, but… “ I shrugged. “After a week of dreaming of you nonstop, it didn’t feel right keeping it out, so I put it up too.”
“I don’t mind if you want to keep a picture of her out,” Kayla said softly. “She was important to you, and I don’t want you to feel like you need to keep her hidden away.”
God, but she was fucking perfect. I had to bite my damn tongue because I almost blurted out that I loved her. It was entirely too soon to feel something like that. Right? Sure, I’d thought myself in love with Rachel for years before I’d proposed, but even with her I hadn’t felt this instant connection. It was a little frightening, but I was going to trust in fate not to steer me wrong. Kayla had been dropped into my life right when I needed someone most. I’d never met anyone like her before.
“Breakfast,” I said. “We can talk about things later.”
She nodded and followed me into the bathroom. As I started the shower, I realized she only had the clothes she’d worn last night. I didn’t know if her things were still at her apartment, or if she’d brought everything with her last night. Yet another thing we needed to talk about.
* * *
Kayla
The Nick I was seeing today was so different from the broken man I’d met at the clubhouse two months ago. He was attentive and touched me so reverently. It seemed like he was kissing me every few minutes, not that I was complaining. I didn’t understand exactly what had happened to make him change, but he seemed to think that I had something to do with it. Over breakfast, we’d discussed a few things, mostly me moving in with him, which wasn’t up for negotiation since I was his, as he liked to remind me throughout the day. I didn’t mind, though, not really. I’ve give him a mock glare or two whenever he did that growly thing before kissing me senseless and saying “mine” in that possessive tone of his, but really I was loving every minute of it.
The only disagreement we’d had all day had been over Carter. My brother and a few others had brought Carter back here, and he was stashed somewhere in the compound. Nick was determined to take care of “the little shit” as he referred to him. I didn’t want him to get his hands bloody on my account. Not that I cared if Carter lived or died, as horrible as that might sound, but I just didn’t want Nick to do something he might regret later.
I’d managed to distract him so far, but I knew time was running out. There was only one thing I could think of that might keep him by my side and not off handing out justice to the guy who’d tried to rape me. We’d been back at the house for an hour now. My clothes, what little I’d owned, were now put away, and he’d promised me a shopping trip in the near future. Which was nice, but not necessary.
I straddled his lap while he sat on the couch and ran my hand down his chest. “Nick, did I tell you that my pregnancy seems to have some side effects?”
“Like morning sickness? Are you feeling okay?”
“I do have morning sickness sometimes, although I seem to be fine today. I was talking about other things.” I leaned down and kissed him slowly. “Things that can be a lot more fun.”
His lips tipped up on one corner. “Is my naughty minx trying to say she wants to come again?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I pressed my lips to his again as my
hands started working his belt, then unfastening his jeans. His cock was already hard, and he thrust into my hand.
“Stand up,” he said.
I reluctantly pulled away and stood.
“Did you forget something?” he asked.
“What?”
“When we’re intimate, and I give you a command, isn’t there something you’re supposed to say?” he asked.
My cheeks flushed, and I got even wetter. I’d read so many naughty books over the years, some a bit racier than others, that my “yes, sir” had slipped out earlier without thought. But it seemed Nick had liked it, a lot, and expected it of me. Who’d have known I could get so turned-on by something like that?
“Sorry.”
“Clothes. Off.”
“Yes, sir.”
I slowly removed my clothes, hoping that I looked sexy doing it. I’d never really done a striptease for someone before, but there were lots of things I wanted to try with Nick. When the last of my clothes hit the floor, his gaze raked over me from head to toe. He didn’t reach for, though, didn’t ask me to do anything. I felt exposed, and extremely hot.
“Go get your toys, and get the lube out of the bedside table,” he said.
My heart gave a kick as I hurried to obey. When I came back, my vibrator, small anal plug, and the lube in hand, he was staring at me with an eyebrow raised.
“You forgot something again,” he said. “Come here, Kayla.”
I stepped closer, and he took the items from my hands, placing them next to him, then he reached for me. Before I had time to protest, I was across his legs, and his hand smacked down hard on my ass. I gave a yelp and tried to get up, but his arm pressed against my back and held me down.
“What was it you were supposed to say?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I said softly as his hand cracked against my ass again.
The first few swats had hurt, but now there was this burn and the beginnings of a delicious ache. His hand smoothed out the sting before he spanked me a few more times. I was trying so damn hard to hold still, but my pussy was starting to throb, and I felt so damn empty.
He stopped, but he didn’t let me up. I felt him reach for something next to him, then he held the plug up for me to see.
“If you were a virgin, why did you have this?” he asked. “Maybe instead of asking if anyone had licked your pussy before, I should have asked if you’d had a cock in your ass.”
I gasped, and my eyes widened. “N-No, sir. I haven’t.”
“Then why do you have this, Kayla?”
“I… “ My cheeks flamed, I was so embarrassed to admit why I had it.
“I’m waiting, Kayla.”
“I like the way it feels inside me when I use my vibrator.”
I thought for sure I would die from admitting such a thing, but he set the toy down and didn’t comment. Not at first. The hand on my ass slowly slid down, his fingers stroking my pussy. I spread my legs a little, as far as I could considering my position, and he rubbed my clit. A moan slipped past my lips as he teased me. Then, suddenly, his hand was gone.
I heard a click and then the whirring of my vibrator. He lightly rubbed my pussy with it before trailing it upward. As he pressed the toy between the cheeks of my ass, I gasped and froze.
“You said you liked the way the plug felt when you were using your vibrator, but have you tried to put your vibrator somewhere other than your pussy?”
I swallowed hard and slowly nodded. Yeah, I was a dirty girl. I might not have ever let a guy stick his cock anywhere other than my mouth, before Nick anyway, but I’d tried as much as I could on my own, wanting to know how everything felt.
He pressed the toy a little harder, but not enough to penetrate me.
“It’s not as big as my cock. Think you could take me?”
I stopped breathing for a moment. “Yes, sir. I think I can take you.”
The vibrator was back against my pussy, trailing up and down. Light, teasing strokes that made me want to beg for more. When he rubbed it against my clit, I cried out and nearly came from the shockwave of pleasure. He turned up the vibrations, and soon I was coming. My clit throbbed from the force of my release, and I tried to pull away from the toy, but Nick swatted my ass.
“Be still,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I said, whimpering.
He made me come twice more before he shut off the vibrator and tossed it aside. I didn’t know what to expect next, but I was ready for it. I heard the bottle of lube open and then felt it drip between my ass cheeks. Nick spread my cheeks wide and slowly worked a finger inside me. I tried not to clench, did my best to relax and let him in. It burned as he added a second finger, and eventually a third. When he stopped, I waited in anticipation of what he’d tell me to do next.
“Stand up, Kayla,” he said.
“Yes, sir.” I scrambled to my feet, and he stood up. Nick pushed his pants a little farther down his hips, then pointed to the couch.
“Bend over the arm.”
“Yes, sir,” I said as I quickly moved around the edge of the couch and leaned over, my belly pressing against the padded arm.
His hand caressed my ass cheeks, then he nudged my legs farther apart. Nick reached over me and picked up the lube off the couch, and I heard the bottle open again. I moaned as I heard him applying it to his cock in swift strokes. Then he tossed the bottle down and picked up my vibrator again.
“Since you like having this toy in your pussy while you use your plug, we’re going to see how you like using it while I fuck your ass with my cock,” he said.
His words were almost enough to make me come, and I moaned as he turned the toy on and slid it into my pussy. He stroked it in and out several times, before pulling it out and teasing my clit. Nick alternated between fucking me with it and making me squirm as it buzzed relentlessly against my clit. Again and again. I was so damn close to coming, and yet he wouldn’t let me.
He pressed the toy inside me again and gave it a tap. “Let’s see if you can hold that inside you.”
I braced myself as he spread me open, and I felt the head of his cock press against me. I was nervous as hell, but excited too. He took his time, working his cock into my ass, being careful not to hurt me. There was a pinch of pain as I stretched to accept him, but he didn’t stop until he was balls-deep inside me.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he murmured. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to fuck this luscious ass?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice almost a whine as the vibrator inside me sent pleasure rippling through me.
Nick was gentle at first, but when he realized I could handle more, he began thrusting harder. The intensity of his cock and the vibrator pleasing me at the same time was almost too much, and I came so hard that I nearly cried. One orgasm turned into three, and I was a quivering mess before long. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down.
“I love watching your ass take me,” he said, pounding me a little harder. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
I bit my lip as he kept thrusting, not stopping until he’d filled my ass with his cum. I felt his cock twitch inside me, his hands still gripping my hips. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to pull out, but I didn’t mind. His hand slipped between my hips and the couch, and those wicked fingers of his started playing with my clit.
“Come for me one more time, honey. Let me feel that ass squeeze my cock.”
I didn’t think I could, didn’t think I had anything left to give, but it didn’t take him long to wring one more orgasm from me. Nick slid free of my body, and turned off the toy, tossing it aside. I was boneless and nearly tumbled to the floor, but he swung me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. After tucking me under the covers, he disappeared again, only to return with the toys and lube. He placed the bottle next to the bed, then took the toys into the bathroom. I heard water running, and when he came back, his hands were empty.
“I think it’s time for a nap,” he said, easing into bed with me.
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sp; I pressed my cheek to his chest and draped my arm across his waist, snuggling into his side. “Nick.”
“What is it, honey? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“No.” My cheeks warmed. “I liked it. A lot.”
“Good.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Then what is it?”
“I think I could love you.”
He audibly swallowed, and his voice sounded thick when he responded. “I think I could love you too, sweet girl. Real damn easy.”
“Nick?”
“What, baby?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not turning me away that night. For letting me into your home, into your life. Just… thank you. No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, and it scares me a little. But I know you’d never hurt me.”
“No, honey. I’d never hurt you.” I felt his lips press against the top of my head. “Get some sleep. We can talk more after you’ve rested.”
I smiled softly and slowly succumbed to sleep. But if I’d known what he had planned, I’d have fought harder to stay awake. Sneaky bastard.
Chapter Five
Preacher
I knew Kayla wouldn’t be happy when she woke up, but I needed to do this. Carter had dared to touch what was mine, had tried to violate Kayla, and I wasn’t going to let that stand. I’d called Torch as soon as she’d fallen asleep, and he’d agreed that I had the right to take care of Carter any way I saw fit. Yes, he’d betrayed our club, but it was my woman he’d hurt.
Rage burned hot in my veins as I stepped into the old barn at the back of the property. It was far enough away, that no one would ever hear the screams, and with all the land we owned, hiding a body wasn’t an issue either. The dimly lit interior smelled musty and faintly of piss. As I approached Carter, the piss smell made more sense. His pants were soaked across the crotch.
“What’s the matter, boy?” I asked. “Piss your pants like a little bitch?”
“Fuck you,” he said, glaring at me defiantly, but I saw the fear lurking there as well. Oh yes, he was scared, and he had every right to be.
