by Sophia Gray
She grins at me and gives me a knowing nod. “I look forward to hearing everything. Every little detail. Don’t sell me short, Kristel!”
“I won’t, I won’t!” With a laugh, I head out onto the street. I draw in a deep, long breath. That was way too close.
The safe house looks as abandoned as it was the last time I spent time here. Will took the time to show me where most of the safe houses are just in case I need a place to run, and now I’m glad he did. I pull in next to the main door, turn my car off, grab my backpack, and step out. My shoulders are square, but I’m sure my face is full of worry as I walk quickly to the door and open it.
“Andre?” My voice echoes across the emptiness of the place. There are a few moving boxes along the wall of the room I walk into, but other than that it’s completely empty.
When there’s no answer, I walk slowly to a closed door and open it. When I peek through, I see Andre lounging in a chair, his piercing blue eyes on me. I let out a breath of relief and hurry over to him, and I don’t give him a chance to get up as I straddle him in the chair. My mouth hungrily tastes his, and he bites gently on my bottom lip. I kiss him deep and hard for many minutes, my hands in his hair, before I draw back and look down at him. The backpack drops next to the chair.
“What happened? My dad came home this morning talking about dealing with a bunch of bikers, and you –”
“I know.” He presses a finger against my lips. “Him and I had a run in last night at the central safe house. I was there with some of the guys just to make sure that everything was cleared out when he and his partner showed up.”
“What exactly does ‘run in’ mean? You never showed up –”
“He arrested me and threw me in a cell overnight.”
My jaw drops, and I slide off him. When I step back, my arms fold across my chest in a disappointed manner. “Hewhat? What did you do?”
“Nothing!” He gets up, too, and throws his hands into the air. “I told him he was wasting his time, because he’d never find anything. He didn’t take too kindly to that, so we got into it a little spat, which led to him arresting me. It’s not a big deal.”
“Andre! This is a huge deal. My dad arrested you!”
“I know, but I didn’t get charged for anything! It means nothing, he can’t do a thing to me.”
I run my hands back through my hair and turn away from him. This is unbelievable. With a shake of my head, I turn around and look at him again. “What the hell were you even thinking? When a cop shows up, you don’t tell them they’re wasting their time, you let them do whatever it is they’re there to do. And if I know my dad, he’ll be pushing all of your businesses and ‘safe houses’ pretty hard now that you’ve pissed him off. Nice job!”
He grinds his teeth together, and I watch the muscles in his jaw flinch. His eyes narrow, and he growls. When he turns away from me and strides over to a window, I don’t move even though I desperately want to be close to him. I’m too angry and unpleasantly surprised.
“You’re right.”
I blink several times; did he just admit to me that I’m right? “I’m sorry, what?”
“You’re right, okay?” He turns toward me and points. “I was reckless, but I wasn’t wrong. He had no business doing what he did.”
As I try to get over the shock of his admission, I uncross my arms and slowly move toward him. “What do you mean? What did he do?”
“Not only did he arrest me for no good reason, but he completely trashed the safe house even before he took me to the station. Kristel, I get that he has a job to do, but he had no right to hold me overnight. I didn’t hurt him or attempt to hurt him. Maybe there was some profanity, but it was on both sides, trust me. I don’t like cops and apparently, he doesn’t like bikers.” He almost spits the last part of that sentence out.
I move closer to him, and soon I’m able to press one of my hands against his bicep. “Hey… I know. My dad’s spent his entire career trying to clean towns up like this one, and he’s really proud of what he does. I know it’s not your fault, but bikers have always been a huge thorn in his side. So, whenever he deals with them, he gets… a little bit over the top.”
“A little bit?” His head shakes, but he turns toward me.
“Yeah… a little bit.” I smile and take both of his hands. “I know this isn’t comfortable for you, but I’m almost thinking it would be a good idea if we came out with it to my parents. That was too close for comfort last night, even to me who wasn’t even there. It might not be a fun admission, but imagine how bad it could get if they find out from someone else?”
His hands close around my own. “Maybe. But how about we hold off a little longer? I want to make sure your dad doesn’t actually have any dirt on me or my boys. Something’s come up that I need to deal with, too. An old enemy of sorts, and I think he’s trying to bring me down.” When I give him an inquisitive look, he continues. “He’s loyal to the old Black Knights leader and can’t seem to handle that I’m in charge now. I think he’s been messing with my books somehow and putting a bunch of targets on our back.”
“Shit…” My brow furrows, and I press close to him. “I’ll keep an eye out if I can. The resources on my end are potentially limitless.” With a smirk, I give him a seductive wink.
He snorts, the sound turning into laughter. “I’ll deal with it because that’s my job. But my job also includes managing you.” Lips brush across mine, and I breathe out a sigh of contentment. I can’t say I’m not irritated with Andre, but the way that he kisses me dissolves my will, just as it always has.
Reluctantly, I draw away from him. “I have something to show you.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Andre
I stare at the ultrasound in awe. I can’t believe that I’m looking at my baby, and I wish, more than anything, that I had been there with Kristel when she had this taken. My eyes follow the lines of the tiny human and I can barely discern the head from the rest of him, but I know he’s there. I glance back and forth between the photo and her belly, and I can’t keep the smile from my face as I drop the picture and let it slide to the floor.
“This is… amazing, Kristel. I wish I hadn’t had to miss that appointment.”
“I know.” She pulls me over to the chair I’d been seated in earlier. I sit down, and she slides into my lap. “But there will be another one in another five weeks or so. Hopefully you can come to that one.”
“I’ll be there, I promise.” He looks at me, a question in his eyes, but he doesn’t ask it.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing. No reason.”
She frowns at me and slides her hands down the front of my pants. I gasp as she wraps her fingers around my balls and squeezes.
“Seriously, nothing. Kristel, I’m just… it’s still a little overwhelming. And your parents don’t even know yetand your dad arrested me last night. There’s a lot on my mind.”
“Including a question you aren’t asking.” She gives me an almost innocent smile and squeezes harder. One of her hands wraps around my length and strokes in long, firm motions. I grow hard almost before I realize what she’s doing.
“Kristel…” I draw in a slow, calming breath. “If you keep doing that I’m going to forget what I was going to ask and then you’ll never know.”
“So, youdo want to ask me something.”
“Shit… that’s not fair, you literally have me by the balls.”
“Uh huh.” She grins at me and kisses the tip of my nose. Then she laps along my jaw and sucks on one of my earlobes.
My body heats up fast, and it’s not long before I start to sweat. Perspiration prickles along my temples, and I can feel it as it slides down my face and along the back of my neck. In fact, my whole body is sticky and uncomfortable with it. My shirt clings to my back and my pants suddenly feel too tight.
Her grip on me only increases, and soon it borders on painful. I’ve never known Kristel to be cruel or over
bearing, but I know she’s still irritated with me. This is proof.
“Tell me…” She licks the outer lobe of my ear. God, that feels good. “And I’ll let you go.”
In my experience, I prefer to be the dominant force when it comes to practically anything in my life. With Kristel, though, I don’t feel threatened or intimidated. Instead, I feel excited and motivated, like her very presence completes me. That sounds corny even to me, but it’s the truth, even more now than ever, because we’re fighting to become a real family. And family is my life.
“How about you let me go, and then I’ll tell you?” When she shakes her head and grips me harder, I can’t decide whether I want to give in or whether I want to push her away. After several seconds, I choose the former, if only because it’s an important question. “Do you love me?”
Her hand releases me immediately, and her eyes widen. With a swallow that I can hear, she moves to stand, but I hold her in place. She looks away from me, but doesn’t fight my grip. I swear I can hear the sound of her heartbeat increasing.
“Kristel?” I lift a hand and press it to her cheek.
“I… don’t know.” She swallows again and finally looks at me. “I want to say yes… but I don’t know.”
“I know that feeling. And I’ve been at war with it since our time at the cabin. Maybe even before.” I don’t know where this is coming from, but my tame in jail made me feel vulnerable and alone.
“When I was in that prison cell, your dad was standing there next to me when I had to make a phone call. I wanted to phone you so badly, but I chose not to because it would jeopardize everything we’ve been planning. And that, right then, is when I realized that you are as much a part of the Black Knights as everyone else, including Grant and Will. You’re even more important because you’re carrying our son.”
I touch her belly and rub my hand over it in slow circles. “And because of that… I really do think I love you. I fought for us… I kept our secret; I didn’t throw you away even though it would have been easier.”
She looks taken aback, like she can’t comprehend what she’s hearing. I can’t blame her. “Andre, where is all of this coming from?”
“From… I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” Suddenly I regret opening up to her. Have I driven her away?
Kristel’s hand strokes my cock again, slowly, but gently. She kisses me softly and presses her body against my own while her other hand softly plays with my balls. It feels like pleasant torture, the kind I never want to end. “To tell you the truth…” She kisses me again, this time harder. “I’ve been falling for you for a long time. Since the cabin, like you. I thought we’d never come to an agreement, but then I got lost on your stupid property and things changed.”
“What changed?” Her hand makes it hard for me to focus on her, but her admission makes me as breathless as what she’s doing to me physically.
“I always thought, on some level, that you hated me.” Her hands stop and she looks away.
“What?”
“Do you remember when we met at the Pony Brooke Café and I told you that my dad was a cop? I figured it was over then. After Danielle convinced me to show up at your place, I didn’t actually expect you to let me in, let alone, do what you did.” Her cheeks turn a deep shade of red.
I smile and stroke my knuckles against her cheek. “I figured it was, too. I wasn’t even going to call you, but I’m glad you came.” A smirk crosses my lips. “And I bet you anything no man has ever made you blush as much as I have.”
She shrugs. “I’m not surprised. It wasn’t like we left that café on good terms. And besides…” She pauses, and her jaw slackens. Then she giggles and looks away. If anything, her cheeks get even darker. “I have never blushed a day in my life, and I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I chuckle softly and roll my eyes. “Sure you haven’t.” My forehead touches hers. With a sigh, I close my eyes and nuzzle our noses together.
“Are you actually being sweet, Andre Zelnick?” She giggles and looks at me while biting down on her bottom lip. Her mouth touches the corner of my mouth, then drags across to my ear. She lips it before she kisses her way up to the top while her hands begin to stroke my shaft again.
“It’s entirely possible…” I gasp at the feel of her hands on me and rock my hips up into her fingers. “But I doubt it.”
Her body slides down mine, and she moves to her knees in front of me. She gives me a smirk and pulls my pants open. As soon as my cock is in her sights, she wraps her lips around just the tip and begins to suck. My fingers clench into the arms of the chair as I let out a long, heavy moan. My hips continue to rock and thrust. How can her mouth feel so good?
She takes more and more of me down, bobbing her head slowly, until her lips touch my balls. Her mouth sucks harder and harder while her hands begin to play with my balls. They roll between her fingers, making me squirm in the chair.
“Fuck… Kristel…”
As soon as those words leave my lips she begins to aggressively bob her head. One of her hands wraps around the base of my shaft and squeezes, sometimes pumping the odd time her mouth doesn’t take all of me down. It feels absolutely divine. I feel hot enough that I’m afraid I may explode at any moment. My core burns while the rest of me continues to heat up. My palms spark with pain with the way I grip the arms of the chair, but I just hold on tighter. Out of the corner of my eyes I see that my knuckles are white. Within minutes one of my hands grips the back of her neck to tangle in her hair. I guide her a little bit, but mostly let her run the show; I wouldn’t want it to feel any other way.
With a low pop, she pulls her mouth off of me and wraps those wonderful lips around my balls instead. I gasp and grip the arms of the chair with both hands again. My head falls back and my eyes close. All I can feel is her mouth and her hands as they work me into a frenzy.
Her tongue gets to work, too, and it swirls along the lines and edges of my sack. Then she lets them go and runs her tongue all the way up the underside of my cock. She does this over and over again until all I can do is choke out her name and writhe in the chair. It doesn’t give me a lot of room to do much else and I think she knows it. When her finger pads begin to rub only the head of my member, warm, clear fluid leaks from it. My mind is utterly distracted and consumed by the woman on her knees in front of me, so much so that I barely notice when she lets me go and slides back into my lap. When she kisses me, I taste myself with her. Our tongues tangle and mesh together, and I’m surprised by the whimper that escapes my throat when she slides her core over my cock. I don’t even remember her taking her pants off.
“Oh yeah… Andre… you’re so big!”
She bounces on me desperately, and I’m almost afraid she’s going to hurt herself. My hands close around her hips to help control her body. Instead of slamming down on me so hard, she doesn’t fight me and rotates her hips in quick, rhythmic circles. I gasp at the sensation and start to squirm in the chair again. I know I’m close to orgasm, and her feminine walls continuously clench and stroke me to the point where I feel like losing my mind.
With another gasp, she kisses me wildly and begins to slam herself down onto my cock again. This time I let her. All I can hear are the sounds of our bodies as they collide and the way our breaths catch each time they do. I whisper her name through the union of our mouths and bodies, and I hear her whisper mine, too.
“I love you,” she breathes.
For a moment, I almost don’t catch her words, but I respond to them with, “I love you, too.”
She freezes in place and stares down at me, almost as though she’s shocked that I heard her. I cup her face in my hands before I slide one down to cup a breast. The smile on her face makes her glow, and I smile back at her.
“I heard you, baby.” I play with her nipple to encourage her to move again. Her cheeks grow flush.
“Yeah… you did. But you weren’t supposed to, you know.” She bites down on my bott
om lip, almost hard enough to make it bleed. When I try to draw away, she bites down harder.
I hiss and grip both of her butt cheeks to drag her even tighter against my hips. She rolls her hips against mine in a way that almost makes me lose control. When she does it again, much slower this time, I’m helpless against her. With a long, drawn-out moan, I explode into her core, jets of creamy seed filling her until she releases my lip and screams.
My ears pop at the sound of her scream, but I have no voice to match it. I groan again, the pleasure still rushing through me until I collapse back against the chair. My hands loosen around her rear, and I suck in deep lungfuls of air.
