LEVI: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 5)

by Jessie Cooke

  She parted her lips enough to let his tongue slide in and he pressed it into hers. Reaching up with the arm that was holding her, he tangled his fingers in her hair. It had grown a lot since he’d seen her. He used his grip on it now to tip her head back so that he could get to her neck. He kissed his way across, loving the contrast between the almost shockingly cold air and her warm, soft skin. Zoe had her warm hand on the side of his face and she stroked his cheek with her fingers softly as he kissed his way down underneath the blanket. He pushed up her shirt and found a breast with his lips, feeling it harden instantly against his tongue. He began to lick it and roll it with his tongue and then his lips. Zoe moaned out his name and held onto his head with her hands.

  Levi could feel his cock pressing into the fabric of his jeans, desperately trying to escape. God, he wanted her. The men on the ranch, his brothers, had started speculating about his sexual orientation a couple of months in. Cody and Dax were the only ones he’d told about Zoe, and they were both supportive of his holding out until he figured out where that was going. He was fair game for the other guys, though, and they teased him relentlessly each time he turned down one of the club girls’ advances. He had spent a lot of time in the shower masturbating and imagining a moment just like this. Now that she was here, he felt like he was dreaming all over again.

  He kissed his way down from her breasts, across her stomach and to the top of her pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and she lifted her butt so that he could pull them down over her hips…hips that were much fuller than the last time he’d made love to her. He took her panties down with them and then he had to dip down lower under the blankets and pull off her boots too. Once he had her gloriously naked, he went to work underneath the blanket, licking and sucking, tasting and smelling, experiencing every inch of her that he could get to. Her pussy was soaking wet when he started licking it and she was ready to come before he finally released her clit from between his teeth and shoved his fingers up into her. She cried out and her sexy voice echoed through the darkness. He moved his fingers in and out, using his thumb to press into her clit first and then moving his hand around so that he could use it to press into her ass. Zoe went crazy when he did that, writhing against the blanket he’d lain down in the bed of the truck. He had to hold her still when she got close again because she was bucking her hips up so hard that he was almost missing his target. She seemed to get even more excited when he held her down. “You like it when I’m in control, baby?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Mm, good,” he said. “I like being in control.” He kept fingering her and he moved his lips up next to her ear. “I like having my way with your body, like it’s my own, personal playground.” Zoe moaned and he moved his fingers in her faster and harder. “Is your body mine, baby?”

  “Mm-hmm, yes,” she panted out.

  “All mine?”

  “Yes, all yours.”

  “Just your body?”

  Zoe was panting and gasping hard. He could tell she was on the brink of her orgasm. “No…”

  “What else is mine, Zoe? Tell me.”

  “Everything,” she said in a raspy, breathless voice. “Oh God, Levi! Fuck!”

  “Your heart, Zoe, is that mine?”

  “Yes!”

  “Your soul, baby, is that mine?”

  “Yes! Fuck, yes!”

  “Are you my person, Zoe? Am I yours?”

  “Yes!” she screamed out just as her climax ripped through her body and Levi felt her come all over his hand. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly and whispered against them.

  “Good, because I don’t want to live without you anymore.”

  She was trying to suck breath into her lungs and he could barely understand her but it sounded like she said, “You don’t have to.”

  He took his fingers out of her and let her lie there underneath the blanket and rest while he slid out and stripped off his clothes. While he undressed, he looked down at her pretty face in the moonlight She was looking up at him and her eyes were shining as brightly as the stars. As soon as he was naked and back down next to her on his knees, she lifted the blanket so he could crawl back in with her. His body was freezing and she wrapped her warm arms and legs around him and pulled him in tightly. Levi rocked against her while his body defrosted. Even though the rest of him was freezing, his cock was still as hard as a rock and it felt like it was on fire. He kissed her again and held her against him so that could feel her heartbeat. He loved that. He loved feeling his beat back against hers each time, like it was the same heart, beating in two bodies. As he kissed her again and the kiss turned passionate, he slid her sexy body up on top of his. He felt her warm hand reach down and wrap up the shaft of his cock as she guided him to her wet pussy. The stars in the sky had nothing on the ones that exploded in his head when she lifted her ass so that she could slide his hard cock into her sweet, tight pussy. She sat straight up then, taking him all the way in until their hips were grinding together. The blanket had fallen off her back, but she was smiling down at him and didn’t seem to care. Levi’s internal temperature had to be somewhere near a hundred degrees, maybe even hotter, as she started to bounce up and down on him, sliding those silky walls up and down the shaft of his aching cock. He put his hands on her hips and helped guide her for a while and then he slid them up her body until he reached her breasts and he grabbed a handful of each. He tugged gently so she would lean forward and while she continued to ride him, he sucked one of them into his mouth. He licked all the way around her nipple and then her large, dark areola and then he nibbled his way across the swell of the tops of them before sliding his mouth down over the second one and doing the same.

  Zoe was moaning again and gasping and panting and she began to ride him harder and faster. Levi knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. He’d wanted her for so long. He slid her off him to the side, leaving his cock buried in her pussy, and he lifted one of her long, shapely thighs. He could see her smooth skin glistening in the moonlight as he held it up there and drove his cock in and out of her from the side. Zoe was clawing at his chest and his back, making sexy noises that traveled through the night air and seemed to bounce off the stars. Levi felt himself getting close and he held her tighter while he moved his hips faster. The orgasm hit him like a truck and stole all the air from his lungs. He kept rocking into her for several minutes even after he finished, just because he hated the idea of pulling out of her. It was only when he realized she was shivering that he lowered her leg down to the blanket and moved over so that he could cover her up. Once again he slid his arm underneath her neck and pulled her against him. They lay there like that quietly for a long time when suddenly Levi remembered something.

  “Susie said you had something for me.”

  He felt her smile against his chest and then he felt the soft brush of her lips across his skin. “It’s in my pocket, in my jeans,” she whispered against his flesh, sending goosebumps racing down his spine. He reached down inside the blanket and found her jeans. He handed them to her and she fished a paper out of the back pocket. She had to move over slightly to unfold it and once she had it all the way open, she lay back down in the crook of his arm and said, “I wasn’t going to come. I wanted to, so badly…but I was so scared. I was so afraid that we misinterpreted this whole ‘angel’ thing and everything that happened really was a coincidence. I was afraid that you only wanted me because of some stupid dreams that didn’t mean anything. I went over to the house when I heard that Dax and Angel were coming for Susie. I was in her room helping her pack when she said, ‘I found something in the attic. The angel told me to give it to you.’ This was what she gave me.”

  Zoe held the paper over in front of him. It was a child’s drawing; that much was obvious. It was of an angel with yellow hair and the angel had big wings. Next to the angel was another person with dark hair. Levi let his eyes travel to the bottom of the page. Written in a child’s hand it said,

  “She will always
be there, as long as I believe.” It was signed, Zoe Bennett.

  “I was lost for such a long time, because I didn’t believe. I didn’t believe in anything, not angels, magic, or miracles. I didn’t even believe in human nature there for a while. It was only when I started believing again that things got better. It was only when I ran back into Krissy and then I met you that I started believing in anything again. I don’t remember drawing this. Krissy and I used to spend hours coloring together sometimes. But I think Susie found it and gave it to me at just the right time, to remind me that I needed to believe. I needed to believe that you were my person, and I was yours. I’m in love with you, Levi, and the strangest part is that I feel like I always have been.”

  Levi kissed the side of her face and then let his lips make their way up to her ear. “I believe you are my person and I am yours. I’m in love with you, Zoe Bennett.” He moved up and covered her mouth with his. They kissed and touched and held onto each other underneath the blanket until they both fell asleep. Neither of them dreamt that night, but instead, held their dreams in each other’s arms.

  Excerpt from Kat

  Chapter One

  Kat sat in the office while Dax looked over the estimate that she had brought him. She was spoiling for the fight she expected to come, so when he chuckled, she straightened her spine and said,

  “I’m sorry, what’s so funny?”

  He looked up at her with those gorgeous blue eyes. Damn, every time she saw him lately she needed a fresh pair of panties. When they were younger all Kat could think about was getting the hell out of the Southside and making a real life for herself that had nothing to do with crappy bars or motorcycle clubs. There was a brief, fleeting moment, when she might have had a chance with Dax. Hindsight made her wish she would have taken it. Who would have thought he’d end up with Angel Brady? She almost rolled her eyes at the thought. He interrupted it by saying, “A new, industrial sized convection oven? We shot your oven?”

  She narrowed her big almond shaped eyes. Dax’s men had been involved in a shoot-out with a local street gang in the bar her father owned. Dax promised her that he’d not only pay for damages, but renovations as well. Now, it sounded like he was trying to renege. “No,” she said in a sarcastic tone of voice. “My oven was not shot. But if I heard you right, when you came by the other day to beg my forgiveness, you said you would not only replace what was damaged, but also pay for the renovations.”

  Still with a smile tugging at his way too sexy lips he said, “I did say that. I’m just surprised that a…an establishment like Brownies would have a need for an oven that would make Gordon Ramsey proud.”

  She folded her arms across her chest. “You know my situation, Dax, right?”

  “Some. I know you gave up your job in Hollywood to come home and take care of Dillon. He didn’t tell me what was going on with him, exactly.”

  Kat left for Hollywood when she was twenty-one years old. She wasn’t aspiring to be an actress like a lot of young women that headed out west. Kat went there to become a stunt woman. Five years later, she was finally getting noticed by some of Hollywood’s biggest directors…and that’s where she made her mistake. She told everyone she came home to take care of Dillon and the bar, but the truth was, she came home because there was nowhere else to go.

  “He has cirrhosis of the liver. He’s drunk himself to death already. We’re just waiting for his heart to stop now.” Dax gave her a look that said he didn’t believe she was as callous about it as she tried to pretend she was. She ignored it and went on, “In the meantime, he’s let the bar go to shit and he can’t afford to pay his utility bills, much less the medical ones. I gave up a high paying job to come home, and that’s okay. He’s an asshole and a drunk, but he’s my father, so he’s my asshole and drunk. But, that bar is not going to ever support us. When I was in California, my roommate was a chef. He owned a catering service that brought food out to the movie lots. He taught me a lot and before I left, he gave me some of his best recipes.” He didn’t “give” them to her, but it wasn’t like she’d be competing with him 3000 miles away. “I want to start catering. I have Dillon’s van and it’s something I can do and still run the bar.”

  Dax’s lips twitched again. “So what were you planning on doing for equipment before we shot up your bar?”

  She narrowed her eyes again. “I was going to empty out my savings account. If you’re going to be this way, I still can.”

  He chuckled again. “I’m not being any ‘way,’ Kat. I’m just trying to make sure we reach an agreement here that we can both live with. I agree with the numbers for the inside of the bar and again, I apologize to you for the damage and inconvenience. The kitchen however…well, that kind of cash is going to have to be run by the executive board. I’m just not sure they’ll agree to it, unless…”

  “Unless what?”

  “I could put it in front of them as a business proposition.”

  She cocked an eyebrow and leaned forward in her chair. “What kind of ‘business’ are you suggesting?”

  “What if we were silent partners.”

  “Silent as in you give me money and keep your mouth shut about how I run things?”

  Dax shook his head at her. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. Kat licked her lips before she realized what she was doing. Damn. It should be fucking illegal to be that hot. How was a red-blooded female supposed to not want to rip off that kutte and t-shirt he was wearing, climb up into his lap and rub her naked body up against his rock hard, tattooed one? He was sex, dipped in ink with crystal blue eyes and a smile to die for…and fucking Angel Brady had ended up with him. How fucking fair was that? “I’ll present it to them as a silent partnership that we keep out of as long as you’re turning a profit and paying us the amount we agree to every month…how does that sound?”

  “Like you’re screwing me in the ass with your big dick,” she said. She stood up, knowing she wasn’t in a position to turn down whatever offer he presented, but not willing to let him know that. “We’ll decide if this is going to work once I see those numbers.”

  He didn’t try to hide his smile then. It kind of pissed her off that he was so amused by her. “The board meets tomorrow afternoon. How about you make something for us for lunch…something easy, but good, so the guys can see what kind of catering talent you have?”

  “Fine…but I’ll need half upfront.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Half of what?”

  “Half of my fee. You don’t think I’m making you shit for free, do you?”

  “Katrina, you are a piece of work,” Dax said, but still with a smile on his face. “Go talk to Gunner, tell him how much you need for your supplies and after we get our delivery tomorrow, I’ll pay the catering fees…deal?”

  “Sure,” she said. Her body was burning up as she looked at him. It pissed her off that she wanted him so badly. She never wanted a guy she couldn’t have. Kat didn’t have any hang-ups about sex, or her body. That had earned her a reputation on the Southside as a slut before she left home for California. But she didn’t see the difference between her and all the man whores in town, especially the ones in the MC. The double-standard pissed her off and she’d enjoyed the anonymity of living in Hollywood where she could fuck whoever she wanted and it was nobody’s business but her own. She had standards and she didn’t fuck another woman’s man…most of the time. Dax Marshall would be the one exception she’d be willing to make, if she could get him to realize what he was missing. Maybe once they became business partners…she licked her lips again. Damn, she needed to get laid. “What time tomorrow?” she asked him.

  “One.”

  “How many people?”

  “Fifteen.”

  “Drinks?”

  “Nah, we got that.”

  “Dessert?”

  “Hmm…something chocolate?”

  Yeah, me dipped in hot chocolate sauce and whipped cream in every orifice. “I could do chocolate.”

 
“Sounds good then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Just like that, she was dismissed. She wondered just for a second what he would do if she pulled off her shirt. It was just a fantasy, she’d never do it. Too bad for him though, her tits were real and they were fabulous. She wondered if Angel Brady could say the same.

  She left Dax, picked up her money from Gunner and fended off a few creepy bikers before getting on her own Harley and heading back to the bar. Kat didn’t grow up in an MC, but she and Dillon moved back to the Southside where her parents had grown up and the Skulls ran the streets when she was twelve years old. She knew the first time she saw the Skulls roll by that she wanted to learn how to ride a Harley. She was thirteen the first time she rode one. Unfortunately, it was one that she’d “borrowed” from her friend’s uncle and she dumped it before she even got it out of the lot…but with just that one taste, she was addicted.

  When Kat got back to Brownies, Dillon was sitting on a stool, talking to their one and only customer. Bill Hardy was an old friend of Dillon’s from high school. They played football together. Dillon was something of a legend on the Southside back in those days. He was a running back with 11,232 career rushing yards. It was a record for any high school running back, anywhere. Thirty years later, his record was still holding strong, unfortunately, Dillon wasn’t.

  “Hey Bill,” Kat said as she walked behind the bar.

  “Hey there Hurricane. How goes it?” Kat earned the name Hurricane from her classmates in school when she was just a kid and Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans. It might not have stuck if not for the fact that her personality and her temper were as unpredictable and volatile as a Category 5.

  “Hangin’, Bill. What’s new with you?”

  “Not a damned thing. You know the wife left me, right?” Kat had only been back home for a month and she’d already heard the story twice.