A moment later, he pulled out of her and reached for a paper napkin to discard the used condom. Kendall had fallen to her hands and knees, breathing hard, exposing her pussy to him. Before he reached for another condom, she was wobbling to her feet and leaning weakly against the breakfast bar.
Instead of approaching her for more sex, he went to her and took her in his arms. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She pressed her cheek against his. “No. I’m just…you completely undo me.”
He smiled at the shock in her voice. “And that’s a bad thing how?”
She pulled away to rap his shoulder and he couldn’t resist smirking at her.
“You have such an inflated ego,” she said with a huff.
“Well-earned, gorgeous,” he pointed out. “I’ve even managed to impress myself at the awe in your voice when you said I undo you.”
“I’m soooo sorry I admitted that. Consider it a moment of post orgasmic stupidity.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “There’s nothing stupid about you, Kendall.”
She backed away from him and lowered her lashes, hiding whatever she was thinking. “L-let me get dressed and then we’ll eat.”
“You can always eat as you are. No complaints from me and it’ll make it easier for me to partake of my dessert.”
She licked her lips. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Never,” he denied and winked at her, caught up in the moment of her company. “A better word is insatiable. Only a drink of your sweet nectar can quench my thirst.”
“Oh my God!” she squealed and then giggled, making her look young and carefree. “You did not just say something so corny.”
He hooted with laughter. “Indeed, I did.” He shrugged. “Cheesy? Maybe. The truth? Definitely.”
Kendall shook her head and frowned. “I have to be careful with you,” she mused. “You’re dangerous. With your charm and handsomeness.”
“And you’re excellent for my ego, with your beauty and bluntness.”
Her cheeks grew rosy and Johnnie turned toward the kitchen, pleased to see this side of her. Their back-and-forth banter took years off her, made her brown eyes sparkle.
He uncovered the savory beef stew, white rice, and steamed broccoli she’d prepared, hoping it tasted as delicious as it smelled. The aroma heightened his appetite. She didn’t seemed inclined to put her apron to use and serve food, so he began dishing it out himself.
She twisted her hands together. “I’m going to dress while you’re doing that.”
“If you prefer to stay au naturelle, you’ll have no complaints from me.”
Instead of answering, she turned on her heel and hurried away, but laughter trailed behind her and Johnnie couldn’t stop his smile.
Kendall put the clothes she’d had on earlier and headed for the small dining room where she heard Johnnie setting up their food. Although the round, cherry wood table was bare, it was still more elegant than the breakfast bar. She hoped Johnnie liked her food.
Mortician had delivered a couple of bags of groceries and she’d cooked, no small feat for her considering her aversion to food. She’d even invited Mortician to have dinner with them, but he’d declined. Not politely but in that offhanded, humorous way he had that put anyone at ease.
Not speaking, Johnnie headed for the small dining room, instead of eating at the breakfast bar as she’d expected.
“What are you drinking?” he asked.
Stoli popped into her head, then she remembered Baby Biker and thought better of it. All her perplexing feelings almost overwhelmed her. Any moment, she’d unhinge. “You wouldn’t happen to have juice, would you?”
If he was surprised at her request, he didn’t show it. He shrugged. “I might. I’ll check.” He guided her to a chair and pulled it out for her, urging her to sit with a gentle push on her shoulder. “Relax. Eat.”
Kendall stared at the food. Her very worst nightmare and her greatest enemy. Her stomach growled at the smell. She was very hungry and so was Baby Biker. Eat, Kendall. You’re passed this.
But she wasn’t and she’d never get over her horror of food.
Hurt and confused, Kendall bowed her head. No one had ever accepted her for who she was. Men hadn't began to notice her until she’d shed the extra weight. She credited one of her lovers for saving her. He’d told her she was killing herself and so she’d agreed to get into a program that he funded, which she never would’ve been able to afford herself at the time. He hadn’t hung around through the months of her therapy and recovery, but, for whatever reason he’d wanted to save her. Wanted to see her blossom and thrive. She lost a semester of college in her sophomore year because of the months she’d spent in in-patient therapy.
She had come a long way, accepting she’d never be model-thin and had continued her therapy until she met Spoon.
“You’re not eating.” Johnnie’s voice washed over her as he returned to the room. The sound was so smooth and rich. A dark, dreamy sin come to life.
“Oh. Um, I have no utensils to eat,” she hedged, the truth.
“Hell.” He chuckled and slammed down a dusty can of pineapples juice with a highball glass balanced on top, and a bottle of beer.
Kendall removed the glass and picked up the can, realizing two openings puckered from opposite sides. As she finished pouring the hot juice in her iceless glass, Johnnie returned, setting paper napkins, a fork, and a knife next to her.
He grabbed his beer and sat, staring at the food. Placing his elbows on the table, he closed his eyes.
“I know how to cook,” Kendall offered, eyeing the juice.
Johnnie popped an eye open and Kendall’s heart rate went haywire at the intensity in his silver depths. “It smells divine.” A grin curved his mouth. “Much like your pussy.”
Heat rushed to her face and she gave him a weak smile. With one statement, he could disarm her, make her feel like some little schoolgirl. She hadn’t felt like a giggly female even when she was young enough to be one.
“Um, so what’s the matter?”
“One, food’s gotten cold.”
“Yeah. Well, I cooked it hours ago. It was probably cold when you dished it out.”
Opening his beer, Johnnie pushed his plate away. “I’m not particularly hungry, anymore.”
The way he was looking at her made Kendall believe he was trying to stare into her soul. She didn’t want him to look too closely, afraid of what he’d find. She didn’t peer too closely into her inner depths anymore. It was too ugly, stained with sins too numerous to count and spilled blood too precious to consider.
“Are you ready to talk a little more, Kendall?”
Yes. No. Maybe. “Not tonight.”
He gulped his beer and heaved a sigh, then squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Why? The longer you keep your secrets—”
“You’re letting me go tonight, aren’t you?” she interrupted.
His lips thinned. “No.”
Relief was the wrong emotion, but exactly what was the right one in the situation? “Why not?”
“Because I don’t intend to leave tonight to blow Spoon the fuck away. Tomorrow, after I get Logan on the plane since I couldn’t get the fucker on the plane today.”
She pushed her congealing stew around on her plate. She’d perfected the art of pushing her food into neat, little piles to make it seem as if she’d eaten a lot. The technique was useful when she decided she needed to stop binging and vomiting and simply starving herself. Making it seem as if her food was disappearing kept the questions away.
“D-does Logan have anyone with him?”
Instead of answering, Johnnie leaned back and finished his beer, a thoughtful frown on his face.
“A girl,” she added when it didn’t seem as if he’d answer her.
An inscrutable expression dropped into his features but his body tensed and he gripped the beer bottle so tight, she’d thought it would shatter in his hands. “Tell me how you failed Spoon?” he asked in a l
ethally cold voice. “Now, Kendall.”
She jumped at his harshness. “I was sent to seduce Outlaw,” she said in a miserable voice.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. They…I-I mean Spoon wanted photos to send to Megan.”
“Showing her husband with his dick in you?”
She flinched. “You make me sound like a whore and I’m not. I had a valid reason.”
He didn’t answer her, merely stared, waiting for her version of events. She didn’t know where to begin and hadn’t ever meant to take the conversation in this direction. He’d mentioned Logan leaving and she had to know about Caroline.
The relentless accusation in his silver-gray gaze burned through Kendall. “Spoon took my sister, Johnnie. My sixteen-year-old sister and he said I could get her back if I seduced Outlaw. But I failed,” she sobbed. “They’ve hurt Caroline. I saw them.” She swiped angrily at her tears and she hiccupped. “I saw her three days ago and Logan took her. I just want her back.”
“You ever thought about telling me this sooner?”
Had she? She’d considered it in passing, but she didn’t know who to trust. She hadn’t had the ability to trust or to cry or anything. She shrugged, covering her hands with her face and sobbing.
Arms encircled her and, at first, Kendall stiffened, unused to comfort. But she’d been carrying the burden of everything on her own and whether he released her tonight or tomorrow, she just needed comfort. She sagged against him, clutching him. Because she never wanted to withdraw from the warmth of his body or the safety of his embrace.
He smelled of beer and tobacco and cologne. And Johnnie. Familiarity, even though she’d known him for such a short time. To her, it felt as if she’d known him her entire life.
He drew in a deep breath and kissed her temple. “Caroline’s sixteen, you said?”
Hope threaded through her and she pushed away to stare at his face. Her heart plummeted at his mean, unforgiving expression.
“Yes,” she whispered, trying not to focus on the fury hardening his eyes.
“And Logan has her?”
She blinked, nodded again.
He thumbed his lips, then caressed her cheeks. “When was the last time you and Spoon fucked?”
Bewildered, she raised her hands, surprised at the abrupt change of subject. “I offered myself to him. In exchange for Caroline. He didn’t want me.”
“I didn’t ask you that,” he responded in a voice so calm it chilled her.
“I’m not a whore and I tried to do everything they asked of me but—”
“Answer the fucking question, Kendall.”
“Before the time in the office?”
He growled. “Did he rape you?”
“He sexually assaulted me.” She frowned and laughed, a hysterical sound. “I think. I had an orgasm. Would that still be a sexual assault?”
“What the fuck would you tell a client? If an asshole forced himself on her, whether she came or not, what the fuck would it be?”
“I’m a defense attorney.”
Johnnie thrust his fingers through his hair, his frustration towards her building like a thundercloud. He glared at her. “When. Did. You. And. Spoon. Last. Fuck?”
“A-about th-three or f-four m-months a-ago.”
Releasing her, he shifted and leaned back, drawing her attention to his erection and his coiled power. “Who else have you fucked in between then and now?”
“No one but you.”
His gaze dropped to her belly then raised back to her face and she knew that he knew she was expecting a baby. His next words confirmed it. “You’re five weeks pregnant.”
Oh God! They’d gone through her purse, where her ultrasound photos had been. He’d come in with the knowledge of her pregnancy.
“I made you pregnant, didn’t I?”
This wasn’t the way the conversation should go. The words she was supposed to say were in her head, but they were coming out wrong and she didn’t know how to fix it. Every time she felt some semblance of normalcy, she had a setback.
He took her face between his hands and kissed the tip of her nose. “Didn’t I, gorgeous?”
He still looked furious enough to spit bullets, but the tenderness of his tone undid her. “Yes.”
She gazed into his eyes. He slid his fingertips over her face as if he wanted to memorize her through touch. “And Spoon hurt you with my baby inside of you?”
She flushed at the possession in his tone and she dropped her gaze. “He doesn’t know. If he finds out, he’ll kill it. And me.”
His nasty chuckle and tensing muscles made her look up. “You fucking think?”
Maybe….not when he sounded as deadly as a killer in a frenzy. “You, um, you’re happy about the baby?”
“I am,” he said, although he didn’t look particularly happy. He looked odd, a combination of the fury he couldn’t shake and a dawning bleakness.
She leaned forward, aiming for his lips, the sudden urge to celebrate her Baby Biker, their Baby Biker, with a joining of their mouths and bodies. But he turned his head away, still unwilling to kiss her. His response hurt her and she searched her mind for a reason why he refused to kiss her. And, then it hit her. Megs.
“Tell me about Megan.”
His nostrils flared and he narrowed his eyes at her. “Megs is the last person I want to discuss right now.”
She squirmed in her seat, picked up her fork, and pushed the carrots and potatoes congealed with gravy around on her plate. “She seems to be at the center of everything.”
“She is.”
His unapologetic tone irritated Kendall. “Were you two ever an item?”
“No.”
“Did you want to be?”
“Yes.”
A little goddess for the blond god. “Did she know that?”
“Yes.”
Nothing more. No other explanation.
“Did she want to have an affair with you?”
Johnnie’s full mouth tightened and she knew she’d hit a nerve. “What the hell is this?” he snapped. “Twenty questions? We have other things to discuss besides her.”
“I just want to know about her. Spoon said she’s the most perfect woman in the world.”
“That fucking graveyard resident-to-be said what?” he roared, the throbbing vein in his temple threatening to break free. His hands balled into fists and the anger freezing his gaze stole all the beautiful silver, leaving behind merciless gunmetal gray. “If I didn’t intend to make him fucking suffer, I’d tell Christopher what that motherfucker said about Megs,” he sneered.
He looked like an angel but sounded like a demon.
He slammed his chair back and got to his feet. “I need to make some phone calls, Kendall.”
That was it? They hadn’t even finished discussing her sister and, now, he was leaving her, a haze of anger clouding him. She didn’t want them to depart like that. She got to her feet, too, blocking his departure.
“Move, Kendall.”
Her breath came in harsh pants and she tried to understand how a man who’d been so tender toward her when she admitted she carried his baby could look so fearsome. His erection jerked, luring Kendall to her knees. She just stared, the scene in her office with Spoon flashing in her mind. Johnnie wasn’t Spoon. Her fingers shaking, she unzipped his pants and gripped his erection. He was huge and hard, but he stood there, waiting for her to make the move. If she stood up and walked away, Johnnie wouldn’t attack her.
She loved the way he’d tasted and felt in her mouth. He might shout at her, but he’d never force her to do anything. The thought allowed her to lean forward and caress the crown of his cock with her cheek, spreading the sticky fluid already leaking from him on her skin. Relenting beneath the weight of his ruthless stare, she took him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she worked him down her throat.
Gazing up, she saw him throw back his head, the tendons in his strong neck straining. His hands sank into her hair an
d she pulled his cock out of her mouth to drop saliva on his hot, rigid flesh, using her tongue to coat him before gulping him down her throat again.
Her clit swelled and throbbed. Kendall couldn’t wait until he bent her over the table and rammed his dick into her. The thought made her suck harder and faster. She wrapped her hands around his thick base and pumped while milking him with her mouth. His dick jerked against her tongue and the first jet of semen shot down her throat. She moaned, her nipples aching, her pussy soaked. When the salty stream eased, Kendall swallowed and freed him from her mouth.
On her knees, she stared at him through the fringes of her lashes, her heart pounding in a frantic rhythm. He didn’t say a word, just swept her with a cold gaze, and sauntered out of the room.
Leaving her stunned. And still on her knees.
Locked in his bedroom, Johnnie paced, damning his horror and fury. Cursing his lust. Kendall didn’t need to suck his dick. She needed to find out her little sister was dead. Her sixteen-year-old sister. Not eighteen, like Caroline claimed. No, that had been bullshit Logan had ordered her to say.
Logan.
What the fuck was he doing with Caroline there?
Growling in rage, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number he had for his grandfather, surprised when he answered.
“Caroline is Kendall’s sister,” he snarled.
A brief moment of silence followed Johnnie’s statement.
“Caroline was Kendall’s sister,” he said finally.
“You bastard. She was a child.”
“Johnnie, I asked Spoon to give her to me, so I could keep her safe.”
Bitterness exploded from Johnnie. “Fucking safe? She’s dead, Grandda.”
“I swear, Johnnie…after what happened to Zoann…I swear I’d never hurt another young lady again.”
“Bullshit.”
“When I do something, I admit to it, right?”
“Do you? Rather than fucking admit to what the argument was about between you and Big Joe, you told me Christopher was my brother. How’s that admitting anything?”
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