Lick: Devil's Fury Book 2

by Torrie Robles

  “What the hell!” Sin’s voice along with his pounding fist comes from the other side of the door, breaking our connection. “Lick?”

  Jenni slowly slinks from the counter top to her feet. She places her hands on my chest to push me away, and I instinctively grab them. “We need to go out there.”

  “We don’t need to do shit.”

  She rolls her eyes but smiles while she does it.

  “I’m still waiting,” Sin informs us.

  Jenni steps in front of me. With her hand on the knob, she pulls the door open and walks through it. The coolness of the hallway air helps to lower the rise in my body temp. Once I meet Sin’s glare, I’m stone sober. Any thoughts of Jenni’s tight as fuck body pressed up against mine have left my mind because I know my brother is pissed and I’ve got shit to answer for.

  I hold up my hand. “I don’t want to hear it.”

  “You don’t want to hear it?” he says as he leans against the wall opposite the bathroom. “You know Cut ain’t gonna let this shit fly, and I can’t have you going around fucking punching people because they look at you wrong. I need those hands, Lick. More than ever.”

  “First off, I do a lot more than punch people with these hands, and you fucking know it. You’ve been there to witness my handiwork. Never once, in all the years I’ve been building for you, have my extracurricular actives affected the quality of work I produce, so you can stop right there.”

  His eyes cut down the hall in the direction Jenni left. Stepping forward, he lowers his voice. “What’ going on here?”

  “Not a damn thing.”

  “Is it true what Cruise said?”

  This fucking pisses me off. “I don’t know what that cock sucking piece of shit has said, and I don’t give a rat’s ass. Now, if there is something that you’re curious about, then fucking man up, grow some balls, and ask.”

  “Is it true that you’re going along with this whole niece and nephew thing to keep any stray dick away from Jenni?”

  “Fuck yeah, it is.”

  Fanning myself, I return to the kitchen. Goober follows behind me, going directly to Grace. She’s sitting in her vibrating chair. I can’t help but smile, Goober loves kids. I know he’s going to be in seventh heaven when Ryder and Roxy come home.

  The encounter with Lick has done nothing but increase the attraction I have towards him. Lines are being crossed, and I’m not sure if I want to go back to the other side. Not when I can feel what I do to him. The hardware only enhances the hardness of his cock and that thought…

  Wow.

  Savannah stops wiping down the counters and turns towards me. “You’re flushed.” She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at me. “He’s right, huh?”

  “What?” I take the cloth she was using and continue with the task.

  “Don’t avoid, Jenni Hoyt.”

  “Not sure what you’re talking about.” Dropping the cloth on the counter, I turn to face her. “Actually, I do know what you’re talking about.”

  “So Cruise is right?”

  “Well, I’m not sure if he’s right when he said that Tylan is only doing this whole kid thing because it’s what makes me happy and occupied. But he is right about the other thing.”

  Her mouth drops in disbelief. “I don’t understand.”

  “What do you mean you don’t understand, Savannah?”

  She shakes her head. “I just don’t get it. All these years. All the talks we’ve had.”

  “Yes, all the talks we’ve had, but did you ever once actually come out and ask me? You assumed, and that’s completely fine too. Most girls have sex before they leave high school. Do you know how uncool I felt in high school when I would overhear the other gals talk about their weekend activities? Or how they would clam up when you and I would come around?”

  She shakes her head again. “Those girls were complete idiots talking about using raincoats and never going out in the rain if their guys didn’t carry the coats. Like you and I didn’t know what they were talking about. It didn’t matter to me that I wasn’t in the cool club because you were there with me.”

  “Until you weren’t,” I told her. “Until you weren’t a virgin anymore. And then you were gone.” I shrug.

  “But all that ‘you need to unwind Savannah. You need to give Sin a break and ride the plastic vibrating wave.’”

  “Yeah, I discovered early on that it’s easier to do with a vibrator than my own fingers. Virgins can have orgasms. So, sue me.”

  “What about the whole, you wanna screw your way through the MC, thing?”

  “It’s called ‘big talk.’”

  “Hey, y’all,” Scarlett interrupts our conversation, which I’m grateful for. “I brought some stuff from my mom’s house. These are things my brother and sister don’t use anymore.” She sets the box down that she’s carrying. Her gaze bounces between the two of us, and she knows that we were in the middle of something. Her smile fades.

  “Yeah well… I’ll just come back–”

  “No,” Savannah puts her hands up. “It’s fine, you’re good.” She gives her a small smile.

  “Savannah,” I walk to her, taking her hands in mine. “Don’t be like that.”

  “Be like what? Be like my best friend didn’t tell me that she was a virgin. We shared so many secrets. I shared so many secrets.” She shakes her head. “I guess I was clueless.”

  “I didn’t feel like revealing it. I should have come clean when you told me about you and Tyson. I didn’t and I’m sorry about that.” I pull her to me and give her a big hug. Her body goes slightly limp in mine.

  “You ladies are too cute,” Scarlet says, holding Goober in her hands.

  “Sugar?” Sin’s voice comes from behind me. When I turn, I see his eyebrows creased, worry marring his face.

  Savannah steps out of my arms before she wipes the tears from her eyes. “I’m fine. Just having a little heart to heart.”

  He nods and goes right to Grace, picking her up and snuggling his nose in the crook of her neck. She squeals as he blows raspberries on her skin, and my heart melts at the sight of him. I know that Matthew Sinclair will do nothing but cherish his little girl. He loves his daughter with his whole heart.

  Isn’t that how parents should be? Our parents should be the true place of unconditional love. Unfortuneately I never felt that kind of love from my parents growing up. As I got older, I realized that the love my father gave me was only offered if it benefited him. If it showed him in a righteous light. Once I started to question the way he lived and how he raised us, he started to turn his back on me.

  “Kinda makes you sick, huh?” Scarlet asks.

  “Yeah, but only in the best kind of way.”

  “I’m not sure this room’s gonna work,” I tell Lick, who’s standing beside me. It’s the next day, and almost everything is moved in. The cupboards, cabinets, and closets are all full, and each room is fully furnished. Lick has given me the master bedroom at the end of the hall while he takes the first room. The kids’ rooms are in the middle. He said he feels better knowing that the kids have to pass his room to roam the house.

  “What’s wrong with it?” he asks. We’re currently standing in Ryder’s room. Lick has plastered every heavy metal group he listened to growing up. I know that he’s a few years old than I am, but these bands seem ancient, and Ryder’s not even a teenager yet.

  “Don’t you think that one will give him nightmares?” I point to a poster where the guy is biting the head off a rat.

  He turns his body to mirror mine. “Babe,”—Well, that’s a first—“don’t tell me you don’t know who that is?” He points to the poster. “That is classic music representation, right there. Nothing says music like Ozzy Fucking Osborne.”

  “What if he likes rap?” My eyes roam over the walls, the bed, the dresser, and the desk.

  “The fuck you say?” He shakes his head. “No nephew of mine would like rap. Fuck that shit. My sister better damn well have taught him how to a
ppreciate music. She listened to it enough with me.”

  “But he still may like rap.”

  “Fuck no.”

  “Or country.” I grin. “What if he likes country?”

  “That hillbilly shit? How the hell do you expect me to listen to that country bullshit?”

  “I’m not saying you should listen to it, but there’s a chance that Ryder will like music other than metal. I’m just warning you.”

  “Ain’t fucking happening.” He walks around, running his hands over the furniture. I watch Lick as he fiddles with the little knickknacks on the desk in the corner. He’s a brute of a man. There’s so much beauty in all his fury. So much turmoil that constantly ravages at his soul. He fights his demons every day. Tries to keep the evil beneath the surface, making sure he’s nothing like the woman who gave birth to him.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  He turns. “You know I don’t like this sharing shit, Sugar Tits.”

  “Well, it seems this sharing stuff is something you’re going to have to start to at least tolerate. You’re going to be living with two kids who will for sure have questions and will for sure want answers. Not only about their mom or you, or your family, but they’re going to ask questions about life, and you’re going to need to answer them.”

  “That’s why I have you.”

  I tilt my head. “Is that why I’m here? So, I can do the heavy lifting.”

  He curses under his breath. He knows he messed up. “I thought you wanted to be here?” He crosses his arms over his chest.

  “I want you to want them here.”

  He grabs the back of his neck while he looks down at the floor. When he brings his gaze up, I can see the fury brewing behind his deep chocolate eyes. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

  “And I don’t know what you want from me.” I stand tall, my shoulders straight. “Do you want me here so I can take care of them while you do your thing?”

  “Fuck no. I can get any bitch to do that.”

  The name calling makes me flinch. “What was that yesterday?” I know I’m pushing his buttons and that I’m treading on thin ice, but I need to know. The words that Cruise threw at me yesterday have been floating around in my head.

  “That was me acting on something that I’ve never felt before.”

  “Explain.”

  “Fucking Christ.” He rubs his hands down his face, gently tugging at the ends of his facial hair. “The need to lay my claim. To mark my territory.” My stomach flips at his words. “To make sure that you, and anyone else who may be clueless, know that you aren’t available for looking, kissing, touching or fucking.”

  I flinch at his words. “I’m not available?”

  “Fuck no.”

  “Says who?” I point my finger towards him. “You?”

  He takes two long strides before he’s standing in front of me. He’s looking at me with a hunger in his eyes that I’ve never seen—for me or for anyone. I’m a little nervous.

  Bringing his hand to the nape of my neck, he pulls me towards him until I’m flush against his chest. “Yes, Jenni. My name rolls slowly from his tongue, and I love the way it sounds on his lips. “I’m saying it.” His eyes scan my face, jumping from my eyes to my lips. I subconsciously dart my tongue out, wetting my bottom lip.

  “I’m saying it because for the first time in my thirty-three years, I’ve found a woman who defies every thought I’ve had when it comes to bitches.” He takes his free hand and slowly runs his finger down my cheek, leaving chills in its wake. “I’ve found someone who has proven to me that my examples of women have been piss fucking poor, and there’s no fucking way in hell that I’m going to ever let you the fuck go.”

  His lips come crashing down on mine. His tongue sweeps against the seam and I gladly let him in. His hands ghost down my body as I press my chest into his. I can feel him harden and the thought excites me. Tearing my mouth from his, I pull myself up to my toes and continue to kiss along his jawline, moving down his neck. His skin is salty from the work we’ve been doing today. Knowing that he’s been working, building and creating because of something I want for him has me turned on in ways I never thought possible.

  The roughness of his palms runs along the skin of my waist as he skirts his hands under my shirt. I feel the waist of my pants being pulled from my body. My eyes snap open, and my nerves kick in before I feel the warmth of his finger enter my core.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet,” he says in my ear. The warmth of his breath and the motion of his fingers causes me to shiver. Before I know it, I pull my shirt from my body. He takes a step back with his finger still inside me, stroking me, causing my knees to weaken as he stares at me. “Fuck those tits, Goddamn those tits.”

  Gripping his arms, I try to hold myself up, as he continues to work me. With his other hand, he pulls at the cup of my bra, before taking a nipple in his mouth. I’ve never felt something so good in my life.

  “Off. Now,” he says against my breast before he pulls his finger from between my legs and begins to work my bra. Once the clasp is undone, he grasps it from the front and yanks it from my arms. He’s like a mad man, ripping his shirt from his body and unbuttoning his pants, shoving them down his legs. My eyes widen as he reveals his hardened, metal clad cock. He quickly tugs at each one of his boots before pulling his socks off his feet. All the while, he never takes his eyes off me. He licks his lips, his stare holding nothing but fire, eyeing me like I’m his last meal.

  The wolf and the lamb.

  I begin to feel tiny beneath his stare. “Um, Lick…” My eyes dart between his cock and his eyes and back to his cock. When I start to retreat, I watch him stalk towards me, making his dick bob with each step. “Lick?”

  The feel of cold wall hits my bare back. “No time for words,” he tells me before his hand comes up to my neck and he crashes his lips to mine once more. With one hand cupping my face, he uses the other to push down my shorts until they puddle at my feet.

  “Up,” he commands as he brings his hands under my thighs, lifting me up. When I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, I feel the cool metal against my pussy. I tense in his arms, and his kisses turn from fierce to slow and passionate, allowing me to relax under the touch of his lips.

  When I pull back, I can see the intense pleasure in his eyes. His face is flushed, his lips more swollen than usual. Searching his eyes, I see what I’ve never seen before.

  Total devotion.

  Even if his mind may not know it, his heart does. Biting my lip, I try to hide my smile as I give him the nod I know he’s waiting for. My stomach flips with anticipation.

  Am I really gonna do this?

  His eyes dilate. “Yeah?” he questions.

  I nod. “Yeah.” My voice chokes with emotion.

  “Thank fuck.”

  He hikes me up a little more and slides into me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I wait for the pain I’ve heard about. The metal ring that adorns the tip of his penis, and the bars that align his cock, hit nerve ending after nerve ending. I whimper at the feel of him. He stills, allowing my body to adjust to his size.

  “Fuck, baby,” he tells me as he slowly pumps into me. “So, fucking good,” he grunts into my ear.

  My moans become louder as he continues to pump into me. My head rolls back in pleasure, something that I want to feel for the rest of my life. It’s so consuming, the connection with him at this moment. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My orgasm continues to build as he hits me in the right spot. Biting his shoulder, I try to stifle my moan, the tingles spreading through my body.

  “Lick…” His name rolls from my lips in a breathy moan. My head falls back.

  “Eyes. Give me your eyes,” he commands.

  Without thought, I lift my head, connecting with his stare. The desire that’s showing behind his dark irises has my orgasm racking through my body. The heat in his eyes and the sweat on his brow is proof of how turned on he is. How much he want
s this.

  He’s never been inside any of us.

  The knowledge that it’s me he’s chosen brings a smile to my face.

  “That’s it.” He bites his lip, as he stares into my eyes. “Fuck yeah, give it to me.” His pace picks up, not allowing me to gently ride through the orgasm. His movement increases the severity of my pleasure. Before my body feels complete relief, I feel another orgasm build. I pull myself higher on his waist then sink back down on his cock.

  Lick curses under his breath. “Fuck…Ahh…shit,” he grunts then stills.

  Both of us panting, he brings his eyes to mine. I become uncomfortable beneath his stare. Avoiding his gaze, I look anywhere but to the man who I’ve just given myself to. I try to gather the courage to speak the words I need him to hear. I blow the untamed curls from my face, before giving in and drawing my eyes to his.

  “That’s a first for me,” I say when I finally catch my breath.

  He studies my face, searching for something that I hope my eyes will convey. “Me too.”

  My gaze falls. I want to push him away. I want to leave this room and hide from the humiliation. I know those words aren’t true, and I feel a little deflated that he can so blatantly lie to me after what I just gave to him.

  He clears his throat. “First time I’ve ever willingly fucked someone.” I jerk at the terminology he uses. Lifting my chin with his finger, I’m made to meet his gaze. “Small steps, baby.”

  He rubs his hand through my hair, cupping my face. “Remember this, this right here.” He moves his finger between the two of us. “It was by choice. My choice and I picked you. Your choice and you picked me. No matter what the fuck I may call it, remember that we chose each other.”

  He kisses the tip of my nose, right before the door bells rings, breaking our intimate moment.

  I could keep my cock nestled in her tight cunt for the rest of my life and I’d die a happy fucking man. The disgust that I’ve felt when bitches and assholes took from me without my permission evaporated the moment I slid into her warm heat. Her big brown eyes that bore into me, entering my soul as she came around my cock, is a vision I won’t soon forget, and it sure as fuck won’t be the last time I see or feel her come undone. There isn’t any shit in this life that will keep me from having her time and time again. She’s mine. There ain’t no denying it, and I don’t give two fucks if anyone else tries to tell me otherwise.