I knew a lot of shit was going through her mind right then, all the what-ifs. Fuck, I’d already gone over a whole list in my head, but life was full of what-ifs. I’d learned to douse those thoughts and live in the moment, take what life gave me, deal with shit as it came. Right then my objective was to make sure this didn’t happen again, and that she and Penny would feel safe in their own house.
I let Iris cry it out in the small bathroom. I could feel my shirt getting wet, and had a feeling it was from snot as much as it was tears, but I didn’t give a fuck. I tightened my hold around her shaking body until her sobs died down and had turned into soft crying, and then finally, hiccups. Several times she sniffed, and gradually the hands clenched into my cut uncurled, but didn’t let go. I guessed we remained that way for a good ten minutes, but I knew I’d stay like that for however long it took.
“You okay now, baby?” I ran my hand down the back of her wild hair.
“I’m sorry for falling apart,” she mumbled against me.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” I said firmly.
“I’m so worried about Penny, now. What if something like this happens again? When no one is around?” She moved back just enough to meet my eyes.
“It’s not going to happen again,” I said with conviction, a plan already forming in my head. “I take it sending Dickie to the hospital is out of the question?”
“He made us promise that we wouldn’t, no matter how bad he got. I don’t think any of us knew how his mind would be affected, even though we’d been warned. He wants to die here at home.” I digested that. “What do you mean ‘it won’t happen again,’ how can you stop it?”
“It means that as of right now I’m moving in, and when I can’t be here, one of the other brothers will be.” Her liquid eyes, which were a little red, grew large, as if that were the last thing she’d been expecting. “It’s not safe for you and Penny to be here alone after what just happened. We’ll search for more guns, but that’s not the only thing Dickie can hurt you with.”
“Do you really think that’s necessary?”
I cupped her cheeks. “Very. I don’t want anything to happen to you or Penny. The club takes care of our families. Dickie was our president for twenty years.” I grinned. “That makes you club royalty, darlin’.”
“Sounds important.”
Fuck, I was glad to see the smile on her face again, even if it was weak. “You’re fucking important to me.” I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her mouth. I kissed her tentatively, ready for her to pull away, willing to give her some space if she needed it. When she didn’t tense up or pull back I traced the line of her soft lips with my tongue, gently urging my way inside until the warmth and flavors of her mouth exploded on my tongue. Mint, coffee, passion were all there as I explored her mouth with deliberate slowness.
Jesus, this woman got to me too fast, and too fucking deep. She made me hungry, but now wasn’t the time. It took superhuman strength to end the kiss. By that time we were both a little breathless. Our gazes locked. “I have some calls to make, darlin’, why don’t you check on Penny?”
I liked that Iris didn’t question me, didn’t seem to mind my taking over. Under the circumstances, she probably saw the need to have a man in the house that could handle Dickie when it was needed. Dickie would want that, too. Christ, when I thought about what could have happened if I hadn’t been there. When I’d first entered the room Dickie hadn’t known where he was. If I hadn’t been there to deflect the bullet it could easily have gone through Penny or Iris.
I reached for the gun I’d put on top of the shelf and tucked it in my pants. As I stepped out of Iris’s bedroom I could hear the murmur of their voices coming from the other bedroom, but I continued down to the kitchen to make my calls.
Chapter 13
Iris
I lay my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes, knowing that I wouldn’t go to sleep. The day’s events kept going through my mind, the unexpected shooting, and the search of the house for more weapons. One other loaded gun had been discovered in the bedroom, hidden on top of the antique armoire. Penny and I wouldn’t have even been able to reach it. The gun safe in his den was locked, and after getting the combination from Penny, Vince had changed it.
Dickie slept most of the day, but thankfully the couple of times that he was awake he seemed to be in his right mind again. He didn’t even recall the shooting, and we decided there was no reason to tell him about it. It was over, and Vince’s idea of moving in and arranging for someone to stay when he couldn’t be there was a good one. Penny didn’t even try to fight him on it and, in fact, almost seemed relieved. He’d gone home and brought a bag back, the same one he’d had at the airport, and was set up in the smaller bedroom directly across from theirs.
Him being in the house was another reason that I knew I wouldn’t get to sleep easily. My libido was off the charts when he was around. One hit of Vince had turned me into an insatiable addict, and he was my weakness. I couldn’t get enough of him, and a small part of me felt guilty. I hadn’t come home to get involved with anyone. In fact, my last break-up had convinced me to give up on men, for a lot of reasons. I would have to ignore what he did to me, because him being there was for a far more important reason than seeing to my horny needs.
Sighing heavily, I turned on my side and punched my pillow. Why couldn’t I ignore that he was just a couple of doors down? Because I just couldn’t, and neither could my body. There were parts of me that were screaming for attention, like my nipples. They were painfully hard and tingling increasingly against my thin night shirt. I ran my arm over them to assuage the mild yet pleasant ache.
What was I going to do about the ache between my thighs?
I clenched my legs, hoping that would squelch the volcanic heat building there. It didn’t. I knew the only thing that would do that was Vince’s cock, but I was determined to control the calling of my aroused body and show it who was boss. I would not let my libido run my life. Realizing that rubbing against my nipples was having the opposite effect of appeasing the tingle, I ran my hand down my body to my cotton-covered pussy.
I was already wet.
I moaned.
Closed my eyes.
And replaced Vince’s hand with mine.
Perhaps, I thought, I should just masturbate and put an end to the arousal thrumming through me and keeping me awake. It didn’t take long for my panties to soak through and I pulled my hand away with a groan of self-condemnation. I didn’t want my hand! I checked the clock on the nightstand. It was almost one o’clock. The house was quiet, and I was frustrated beyond belief. I thought about the wine downstairs on top of the fridge. Maybe a glass would help. So I yanked the covers off, got out of bed, and padded my bare feet downstairs.
I started when I entered the dark kitchen, because the object of my lust was sitting at the table. There was a bottle and a glass sitting in front of him and I grinned, realizing that he was doing the very thing I’d come down to do. It occurred to me then that maybe he didn’t want company.
“Do you mind if I join you?” I asked softly, pausing just inside the doorway.
“Fuck no, darlin’.”
I sensed him looking at me. “Couldn’t sleep either?” I asked, walking further into the room.
He grunted. “Between the bar and the club, I’m usually a night owl.” The smooth rasp of his low tone went through me like a shot of pure aphrodisiac.
“What about the mornings you show up here before dawn?” I pulled a glass down from the cupboard.
“Club business. Usually I haven’t been to bed yet.”
Oh. I wondered what had to be done at night that couldn’t be done during the day. The bar I could understand, a lot of bars remained open until the early morning hours, but club business? I made a mental note to research motorcycle clubs the next time I was online. As I moved toward the fridge his arm shot out and hooked me around the waist, and suddenly I was on his lap. I sucked in my breath. He was already
hard.
A soft laugh escaped me. “Do you have a perpetual hard-on?” The small light over the stove was on, allowing me to meet his eyes, which were swimming with amusement.
“I think about you, I get hard. You walk into the room, I get hard. I catch your scent, I get hard.” He brushed his lips against mine. “I touch you, I get harder.” He wasn’t kidding. His cock felt like an iron bar against my bottom. “Here, try something stronger,” Vince said, handing me his glass.
I guess my wine glass was a dead giveaway of why I’d come down. I looked at his glass and then the bottle in front of him. “I’ve never had whiskey before.” He brought the glass to my mouth and I took a small sip. It was strong, overwhelming my taste buds, yet glided smoothly down my throat, leaving behind a trail of heat that turned into an inferno by the time it hit my belly. I coughed lightly. “It has a kick,” I said unnecessarily.
“The best things do, darlin’.” His hands went to my waist, and before I knew it Vince had lifted me enough to turn me around and then I was facing him, my legs dangling down either side of him. “I’d rather feel you than the whiskey,” he grumbled, running his hands up and down my backside.
I could feel his cock, strong and needy, grinding into my butt.
His hands moved beneath my shirt to touch my bare skin.
Heat infused me instantly. My heart rate picked up. His breathing changed, and then he moved in for what I sensed would be a mind-blowing kiss that would lead to other miraculous events.
In my sister’s kitchen.
I leaned back slightly. “We shouldn’t,” I whispered, wanting to take the words back as soon as I’d said them. I must have been crazy to think that I could deny him.
His hands never stopped touching me, slipping beneath the elastic of my panties and running over the mounds of my bottom. “You might as well ask me to stop breathing,” he groaned, squeezing the flesh in his hands. “Nothing keeps me from what I want, baby.”
I was lost the second his mouth slanted and closed over mine. It didn’t matter where we were. Vince’s aggression told me that he’d wanted this as much as I had. It turned me on to know the effect I had over him. Every woman wanted the power to make a man lose control over her, and I was no different. Part of me wanted him to just take me, rip my clothes off, and conquer me like a Viking warrior.
Right there on my sister’s kitchen table.
His mouth was smooth, firm, masterful, devouring my lips in a series of kisses that grew with intensity. Our tongues meshed, explored, tasting the warmth hinting at whisky. I chewed on Vince’s bottom lip, hearing his groan of approval. I knew he liked it rough, and I was determined to give him what he wanted. What we both wanted.
His hands kneaded the cheeks of my bottom. I squirmed against his raging cock. My nails bit into the flesh of his naked shoulders, urging him to take more, offering myself without saying the words. Soft whimpers and deep groans filled the kitchen with the sounds of two people on the verge of losing control. Vince tore his mouth from mine and lifted my shirt, taking my breasts into his palms. He squeezed and kneaded the heavy globes before bringing them to his hungry mouth. When the heat and wetness of his open mouth closed over them a flood of arousal surged through my system.
“Vince!” I whispered sharply, arching into his mouth. “Oh, God!” I twisted my fingers into his hair, holding him against me, grinding my lower body into his lap with enough force to start a fire.
He growled, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled my head back so that he could put his mouth on me. Lips, teeth, and tongue trailed liquid fire against the flesh of my neck, over the curve of my collarbone and shoulder. I was a quivering mess by the time he moved on to the other side and began to suckle and nibble behind my ear. His heavy breath was scorching hot, every little bite causing my breath to hitch and goose bumps to cover my skin.
I ran my hand down his sculpted body to where his shorts began, slipping beneath the band and inside. Vince’s breath turned choppy when I found his cock. I closed my fingers around the heavy shaft and pulled it free. God, I marveled all over again at how big he was. My fingers didn’t even meet up. It was like holding a solid bar of velvet covered steel, defined by the subtle ridges and veins that throbbed with the blood pounding through it.
It was alive, and I wanted to taste him. I scooted off Vince’s lap and kneeled on the floor between his legs, never letting go of the monster in my hand. I ran my hand up and down his shaft a few times, capturing the pre-cum running down from the head. The scent of it made me groan, and I leaned forward and lowered my mouth down his length.
“Fuuuck!” Vince snarled, his powerful thighs quivering beneath my hands. He shifted in his chair and arched his hips, forcing his cock further into my eager mouth. “Been wanting to see your pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick.”
All he’d had to do was ask.
I didn’t know how much he could see in the dimly lit kitchen, it was all about feeling, anyway. His hand was still clenched loosely in my hair when I began to move, exploring his cock with my tongue and lips, tasting the essence inside the slit. The head of Vince’s cock was a huge, hot knob with a big slit in the tip. I wiggled my tongue inside as deep as I could go, relishing the sounds of pleasure erupting from him.
“Sweet, Jesus!” Vince whispered sharply, his body shuddering beneath my mouth. The hand in my hair tightened, almost causing me pain, but it was pain bordered with pleasure. “You have a fucking sweet mouth, darlin’.” I circled the rim, swallowing him until he was against the back of my throat. “Suck my dick good, baby,” he demanded between his teeth.
I intended to. I licked up and down his shaft as if it were an ice cream cone of my favorite flavor, slow and easy, paying special attention to the tiny flap of nerves located just below the head. When I closed my mouth over him fully I sucked hard, coating my lips with pre-cum and humming loudly. That seemed to draw a feral response out of Vince, and he thrust to the back of my throat, holding me in place with a groan. To avoid gagging I swallowed, using my throat muscles to make more room for him.
“Fucking hell, baby, where did you learn that sweet little move?” he grunted roughly, breathing heavily. I grinned around his cock and met his fierce gaze. “Now is the time to get off my dick if you don’t want me shooting my load down your throat.”
There was no way that was going to happen. I wanted him to come in my mouth. The pressure of his hold let up and I continued sucking, moving my head up and down while my nails clenched into his thighs. Vince groaned at the bite of pain, but his breathing and movements indicated that it turned him on more. With teasing slowness I raked my teeth gently down his length and then nuzzled his balls.
Vince’s harsh breathing told me that he liked what I was doing. I glanced up to see his head thrown back and his throat muscles straining. The outline of his expression almost feral, his lower body bowed and drawn taut. I dug my nails into him again and hummed, hearing his hiss as the vibrations added a whole new element to his pleasure.
“Now, darlin’!” I knew what he wanted. His hand clenched tightly in my hair, his hips arched up sharply as he buried his cock into my mouth as far as it would go, and stilled. “Fuuuuucck!” he hissed in a harsh whisper, convulsing violently with release.
I moaned and swallowed Vince’s cum as copious amounts hit the back of my throat. My pussy was thrumming, I could actually feel my clit throbbing, and I realized how close I was to coming myself. As more cum spewed into my mouth I reached beneath my panties for my clit, finding it coated heavily with cream. A couple of flicks would get me off, but before I had a chance to act on it my wrist was grabbed.
“No you don’t, darlin’, that’s my job,” Vince rasped in a panting voice.
I wasn’t about to argue, all too eager to let him do his job. After a couple of minutes, when it appeared that his cock wasn’t going to deflate as much as I’d been expecting, I slowly let him slip from between my lips. Vince’s shudder revealed that he was still ultra-sensitive
. His hands fell to my shoulders and he pulled me to my feet.
“I can’t believe that I gave you a blowjob in my sister’s kitchen,” I said in a low tone. Now that the heavy breathing, moaning, and groaning had stopped, the silence seemed amplified in the room.
I wondered what he had in mind for me. He pulled me in close against him, until I could feel his half-erect cock against me. His hands pushed my hair away from my face.
“You’re a beautiful woman, darlin’.”
“You’re just saying that because I gave you a blowjob,” I teased.
“Any woman can give me a blowjob,” he said in a gruff tone, and I didn’t like the visual his words created in my mind. “But you’re the only woman I want on my dick, the only mouth I want, the only pussy I want, the only ass I want.”
His words inflamed me and I shivered with need, leaning in to kiss him, wondering if he’d let me after what I’d just done. I shouldn’t have worried, because Vince seemed to be a very sexual beast. I worked my mouth over his lips softly, teasingly, giving him just a brush of intimacy, until with a grunt of impatience he crashed his mouth against mine and took what he wanted. He didn’t hesitate to thrust his tongue into my mouth and take control of the kiss.
As the kiss intensified I felt Vince’s hand slip under my shirt and into my panties. He zeroed right in on my clit, attacking the bundle of ultra-sensitive nerves with the serious purpose of getting me off. My thighs trembled wildly and I moaned low into his mouth, so close to exploding around him. My hips moved instinctively, and I barely suppressed a cry when he buried a finger inside me. First one, then two long fingers, and a thumb on my clit, and I was rocketing to the moon.
The return trip took much longer. I was barely coming down, still convulsing, when Vince tore my underwear off and lifted me onto his lap. As he lowered me down he thrust up, penetrating my body with one smooth glide. A sound of intense satisfaction left both of us as my body closed around him snugly. He shuddered, his cock throbbing strongly against my highly sensitive flesh.
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