Tease: A Kings of Korruption MC Novel

by Geri Glenn

  “Fuck, Laynie,” he rasps.

  His mouth slams down onto mine, his tongue demanding entrance. My heart soars, beating out of time. Feeling his hand on my waist, my breath catches when he rips my tank-top up and off of my body. He hisses through his teeth, and I feel his hands span my belly.

  Not sure what that means, I squirm slightly before I feel his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking it in deep. Spearing my hands through his hair, I arch my back and whimper loudly. My head swims and my lungs struggle for air as he flicks his tongue across my nipple, squeezing my breast roughly in his huge, calloused hand.

  He releases my breast with a loud pop, and then drags his tongue across the tight, sensitive bud. Running it across to my other breast, he stops, gently tugging on the nipple with his teeth. My eyes roll back in my head as I cry out.

  His lips claim mine once more, his hips grind against me, his hard cock rubs against my clit through our clothes. I wrap my arms around him tightly, pushing my tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. I will never forget his taste for as long as I live.

  He pulls away suddenly, lips trailing down my neck and breasts, and his tongue stops to swirl inside the deep crevice of my belly button. I feel his fingertips at the sides of my booty shorts just as he whisks them away.

  His body settles between my legs, and I feel his rapid breaths fanning across my moist center, but he doesn’t move. I whimper and rotate my hips, needing him to touch me. To lick me. To just take away this damn ache.

  I don’t feel vulnerable in this moment. I feel safe. I know that Travis would never do anything to hurt me, and I can tell by the raggedness of his breathing that he is just as turned on as I am. I’ve wanted to have this with a man for years, and I could have a few times, but it never felt right. Right here, in this moment, I am so glad I waited for him.

  Then I feel the moist firmness of his tongue flick across my clit once. Then again. Then one more time. My heart pounds wildly, and I cry out with each flick of his tongue, not caring who hears me. He growls then, pressing his hands against my inner thighs, forcing my legs open as wide as they’ll go as he buries his face into my greedy pussy.

  Screaming, my hips buck as he sucks and nips and licks me into a frenzy. Using a single finger, he continues to lick me as he slides it deep inside. Words pour from my mouth, but I don’t have a clue what I’m saying. I feel out of breath, out of body, and most definitely out of mind.

  He places a second finger inside me and thrusts them deeply. His tongue flattens and presses hard as he sweeps it quickly over my nub. I can feel the pressure building deep in my belly and heat builds behind my clit, scorching me in the most delicious way.

  With one final flick of his tongue, my muscles clamp down tight on his fingers and lights burst in my head. The orgasm tears through me, making my body tremble and loud screams to erupt from my throat. I’ve orgasmed before, and it was always good, but each time had been self-induced — this orgasm put every one of those to shame.

  I lie there limp and panting, body still racked with tremors while Travis runs his tongue back up my body. He kisses me sweetly, the taste of myself heavy on his tongue. It drives me wild tasting myself on him.

  Grabbing his shirt, I rip it over his head, licking and sucking every bit of bare flesh I can get my mouth on. I fumble awkwardly with his belt buckle, desperate to get him out of his pants. He chuckles softly and whispers in my ear, “Babe. Relax. It’s not a fuckin’ race.”

  Pulling my teeth from his nipple, I point my face in the direction of his and plead with him. “Travis. Please.”

  “Fuck.” Just as frantically, I hear him wrestling with his pants and the crinkle of a condom wrapper before he settles back between my legs. The sensation of his cock against my belly makes my breath catch in my throat.

  “Laynie.” He tilts my chin and pauses. “If we do this, there ain’t no fuckin’ goin’ back.”

  I nod frantically, butterflies coursing through my belly.

  His thumb presses deeper into my chin. “I fuckin’ mean it. We do this, you are mine. Always.”

  I smile softly, eyes filling with tears. “Travis, I’ve been yours since I slammed into you at the coffee shop. You just didn’t know it yet.”

  He growls then, taking my mouth in a fast, hard kiss. I feel his cock at my entrance, pushing in slightly. I rotate my hips, willing him to go deeper. “This is gonna hurt,” he whispers, voice heavy with regret.

  I nod. “I know. Just do it. Please.”

  He moves his hips slowly, the tip going in and out, and it feels so fucking good. And then he drives his cock to the hilt. Pain tears through me, making me cry out and my fingernails to dig into his back. Travis doesn’t move, his body trembling with the effort to stay still.

  After a few moments, my body adjusts, and the pain fades. Removing my claws from his back, I rotate my hips, wanting to feel more of him. His breath comes out in a shudder as he starts to move. Slowly, he glides in and out, his cock filling me — completing me — but still I need more.

  I know he’s trying to be gentle, but the ache in my clit is back, and my body is on fire. Reaching up, I grab his cheeks, pulling his face to mine. “Travis! Fuck me!”

  He grunts, grabbing my hips as he slams down into me. With every thrust, I push deeper and deeper into the couch. His thumb comes down on my clit, and that’s exactly what I needed. My muscles clamp down on his cock, and my whole body flushes as the heat from my orgasm takes over. His thrusts become frantic and uneven just before he yells out my name in a throaty voice. “Laynie!”

  Digging my fingernails into his back, I roll my hips into his, savoring the feeling of him inside me as long as I can. His body quivers with his own release, and his thrusts slow as his orgasm leaves him. Grunting in exhaustion, he flops down on top of me trying to catch his breath.

  I can’t breathe. The man easily outweighs me by a hundred pounds. Barely able to get the words out, I grunt, “Travis. Can’t. Breathe.”

  He lifts his body off of mine, chuckling as he moves. “Sorry.” I giggle softly, reaching up to touch his face. He leans in and presses his forehead to mine. “Do you have any idea how fuckin’ gorgeous you are?”

  My heart warms and my face splits wide with my smile. “No, but that’s OK because I have you to remind me now.”

  Wrapping his arms around me, he squeezes me tightly. “Goddamned right you do.”

  WAKING UP THE NEXT morning, I feel a heavy weight on my chest. Laynie is sound asleep, her naked body draped over mine. The sun streams in her windows and shines against her face. Staring at her, my heart contracts tightly in my chest. Fuck, she’s beautiful. And she’s mine. I’m just trying to decide on the most creative way to wake her up when a cold, wet nose buries itself in my armpit.

  I jump slightly, whipping my head to the side of the bed. Dexter. He sits on the floor, staring at me with intelligent eyes, his leash neatly hanging from his mouth. A grin spreads across my face. “Gotta take a leak, buddy?” I whisper, slowly climbing from the bed, trying not to wake Laynie. I have other plans on how I want to wake her up.

  Sliding into my jeans, I throw on my t-shirt and boots and head for the door. While leaving the apartment, I see douchebag from next door standing at his doorway, his key in the lock, wide eyes on me. I feint in his direction as if I’m going to hit him and roll my eyes when he screams and locks himself in his own apartment. Fucking pussy.

  Holding the leash, I follow along behind Dexter as he does his business and then head back inside. As soon as I let him off his leash, he runs to the corner and grabs his stuffed rabbit. The thing is mangy and covered in dirt, looking like a piece of rabbit roadkill. Dexter seems to love it, though. I shake my head as he mounts it and proceeds to hump it even further into the grave.

  Hearing a key in the lock, I spin around and move toward the door. Who the fuck is that? It opens wide, and a tall, muscled police officer walks into the apartment. What the fuck?

  “Who the fuck
are you?” I growl, moving to block him from coming any further.

  “No. Who the fuck are you?” he growls back, eyes narrowed as he places his hand on the butt of his revolver.

  Just then, Laynie wanders into the room, wearing nothing but a short as shit little silk robe and a smile. “Travis? Honey, you here?”

  The pig at the door growls and moves toward her, but I block him, shoving him back with my hand firm on his chest.

  “Laynie! What the fuck happened to your face?”

  Her face pales at the sound of his voice, and my stomach drops. What the fuck is going on? She bites her lip, uncertainty clear on her face. “Um, well … I had a little accident.”

  “A little accident? You look like you’ve been put through a damned meat grinder! Who the fuck is this guy? And what the fuck are you wearing?” He shoves me back, but I stand firm, eyes pinning him to the spot. “Laynie! Goddamnit. Answer me!”

  Laynie squares her shoulders and clears her throat. “Daniel, meet Travis, my …”

  “Her man.” I drop my hand and take a step back. She’d called him Daniel. This is her fucking brother … and he’s a fucking cop. Wonderful.

  “Her man?” He stares at me in disbelief before turning his attention back to Laynie. “Your man? Laynie? What the fuck is going on?”

  “I think Travis just told you that.”

  “Travis? His fucking name is Travis? You can’t see this fucking guy, Laynie! One look at him and I can tell he’s a fucking criminal!” Even though he’s right, it takes every bit of willpower I have not to drive my fist into his face. I watch Laynie, waiting for the moment when she realizes her mistake.

  “I can’t see him, but I know him, and when you’re in my house you’ll respect him.” Her voice is firm and leaves no room for arguments, but I can tell she respects this man, so I stay quiet.

  Daniel curses, “Jesus.” He puts his hands on his hips, eyes moving from me to Laynie. “Is this why you skipped out on our weekend? Do you have any idea how worried Mom is?”

  “I do. She’s called me seven thousand times! I’m a grown woman, Daniel. I can make my own choices. I don’t need to run to Mommy’s every other fucking weekend.”

  “Take care of yourself? Fuck, Laynie. Look at your face! Is that how you take care of yourself?”

  She closes her eyes and sighs heavily. “Daniel. I love you. Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.

  He glares at her, clenching his jaw and shaking his head before turning to face me. “If you fucking hurt her –“

  “I won’t,” I say solemnly, staring him directly in the eye. “But if you know Laynie at all, you’ll know that she can take care of herself.”

  He holds my stare, the anger fading a little from his eyes. After a few long, tense seconds, he nods. “Fair enough. But know I’ll be fucking watching you.”

  I nod back. “Wouldn’t be a good brother if you didn’t.”

  His eyes narrow, and he looks back to Laynie. She’s standing in that tiny robe, hair rumpled and sexy, biting her kiss-swollen lips. “Jesus.” He shakes his head and turns back to the door. “I’ve gotta get to work. Call me later, Squirt.”

  Her face breaks out in a small smile as she nods. Closing the door firmly behind him, he leaves. At the sound of the door closing, her smile falls. “I’m so sorry, Travis.”

  I move toward her, wanting to put that smile back on her face. “Don’t worry about it. You’re lucky to have him.”

  She smiles a teary smile and nods. “I am.” Wrapping my arms loosely around her waist, I drag her into me, pressing my length against her belly. Her head tips to the side. I’ve learned she does this when she’s listening for something, so I stay quiet. “Where’s Dexter?”

  I chuckle. “Still in the corner, humping the fuck out of that poor defenseless rabbit.

  Her eyes pop, growing wider than I’ve ever seen them. “What?” She snaps her fingers, causing the dog to come instantly, leaving the rabbit lying on the ground. “He was not.”

  I grin. “Babe. He was. He fuckin’ loves that thing.”

  Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “He just likes to play with it!”

  “The way that thing looks, I’d say he likes to fuck it. A lot.”

  Her face contorts. “Dexter! Ew!”

  I can’t contain the laugh that erupts from inside my chest. She looks so disgusted, and the fucking dog is sitting there looking at her, head cocked to the side in confusion. It’s priceless. Tears gather in my eyes as I hug her to me, shoulders shaking with laughter.

  When I stop, we stand pressed against one another, the dog still staring at us. Reaching up, I wipe the tears from my eyes and smile down at her. Her face is soft and smiling. “What?”

  “You have the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard,” she whispers. I stare into her face, heart filling with something I’m definitely not ready for and swallow. “It’s also very sexy.”

  Her hands run down my back, gripping my ass tightly. “You know what else is sexy?” I say nothing as I run my hand under the veil of long hair at the nape of her neck. “The way you didn’t take shit from my brother.”

  Using both hands to pull my ass forward, she rubs her belly against my hardening cock and bites her lip. Groaning, I claim her mouth with my own, using my teeth to tug on her lower lip. Tearing her lips away, she whispers between heavy breaths. “I want to show you how very fucking sexy you are.”

  “Me first,” I growl.

  She squeals in delight as I grab her waist and lift her up. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I try to keep up with her kiss as I carry her off to her bedroom.

  It’s been a week since Travis and I had our little heart to heart, and it has been the most amazing week of my life. During the day, he goes off and does whatever it is an outlaw biker does while I go to work in the mornings and blog or read in the afternoons. He usually shows up at my place around supper time, and we spend the rest of the night talking and exploring each other’s bodies, finding new ways to pleasure one another.

  Today he was home by lunch time. After ripping the headset from my ears, and setting my computer aside, Travis had thrown me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom. In there, he’d made my toes curl by drawing three back to back orgasms from my body. Three!

  Now, it’s almost three o’clock, and we’re sitting on the patio of the very coffee shop we’d met at, enjoying the sounds of the people rushing up and down the street. I love it here. It’s where I do my best work, but today, I’m content just to sit here, in the presence of my man, and smile at the awesomeness that is my life.

  “Tease?” A voice calling his name pulls me from my thoughts.

  “Fuck me,” he mutters.

  The voice is closer now. “Tease? Is that you?”

  “Who is it?” I whisper.

  “Nobody. Let’s go.” He grabs my arm and tries to pull me into a stand, but I frown, forcing my ass to stay in my chair.

  “It is you!” The woman sounds breathless … and familiar. “I was just heading into work and thought I saw you over here. Hi, Laynie.”

  Confused, I frown, but answer with a, “Hi.”

  “It’s Charlotte,” she giggles.

  “Oh! Hi, Charlotte! Nice to see you again!” I gesture to our table. “Please. Have a seat.”

  “Oh. I can’t. I do have to get to work. I was just surprised to see Tease here, and well … I’m kind of nosey.” I can hear the smile in her voice and decide instantly that I like this woman. “But hey, I would love to hang out with you sometime.”

  “That would be great.” A smile crawls across my face. I haven’t had a girlfriend since my accident. And never one as nice as Charlotte seems to be.

  “Fuck me,” Travis mutters again.

  Charlotte ignores him. “I’ll talk to Ryker. Him and Tease can figure something out!”

  “Fuck that.”

  “Travis!” Honestly. Sometimes he can be the rudest man alive. “You do that, honey. I look forward to i
t.”

  “Great! I gotta go. Talk to you later, Laynie.” I can hear her footsteps moving away slowly. “Bye, Tease.”

  “Bye, Charlotte,” I call out. Travis says nothing.

  I narrow my eyes in his direction and declare, “I want to go.”

  “Jesus.”

  Smiling, I finish what’s left of my coffee. This is going to be fun.

  I’M IN THE GARAGE at the clubhouse with Jase and Mouse working on my bike, when Ryker walks in. One look at him, and I fucking know what he’s here to say.

  “Hear you saw Charlie yesterday.” I glare at him and turn back to the bike. “She wants to go on a double date.”

  I whip my head in his direction. “Not fuckin’ happenin’.”

  He grins. “She said you’d say that.” Jase and Mouse stop their work and are watching the two of us like we’re in a goddamned tennis match. “What’s the big deal, man? Let’s just take ‘em out, get ‘em loaded, then go home and fuck the shit out of ‘em.”

  I hesitate, thinking that actually doesn’t sound too bad. “Where?”

  “We could go to the Hard Rock Café.”

  “Fuck no.” I hate places like that.

  “OK …” Ryker crosses his arms and leans against the grease-covered tool bench. “Where do you want to go?”

  “Nowhere.” I know I’m being an ass, but I don’t go on fucking dates. And I certainly don’t go on double fucking dates.

  Jase laughs, the sound echoing throughout the large garage. “You’re not gonna get this son-of-a-bitch to go anywhere.”

  Ryker chuckles and steps away from the bench. “Come on, Tease. It won’t be so bad.”

  Narrowing my eyes, I turn back to the bike once more. “Why don’t we all go?” Mouse asks. Grabbing a small set of pliers, I whip them in his direction. They soar past his head as he ducks, hand going up in the air. “Seriously. I can bring Sarah.”

  Jase chokes out a laugh. “Who the fuck is Sarah?”

  Mouse straightens, shoulders square and jaw tight. “Sarah is my old lady. She’s carrying my baby.” He looks more serious than I’ve ever seen him look when he stares each one of us in the eye. “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”