On the surface, her words were innocent, but she made them sound dirty. Or maybe it was my dick’s wishful thinking.
My baby was parked right outside. Trinity studied it for a minute before looking up at me. “Do you have an extra helmet?”
“Actually, I do.” I liked to be prepared when picking up chicks.
I dug it out and handed it over. She fiddled with it for a minute, then strapped it on like a pro.
The night was chilly, and I wished I had something to offer that would cover her better than the skinny little straps of her tank tops. “You’re going to be cold. I’m sorry. I don’t have a sweatshirt or something with me.”
“I’ll be okay.”
She got on behind me like she’d done it a million times.
“Have you been on a bike before?”
A soft chuckle and her warm breath swept over the side of my neck. “Yeah, I’ve ridden.”
I started her up, twisted the throttle a few times, and took off. After a few blocks, Trinity’s hands moved from my hips to my front as she wrapped her arms around me. The distinctive movement of her hand inching toward my cock distracted me for a moment. What the hell was she up to?
When I finally stopped at a red light, I turned my head to shout, “Where are we going?”
“751 Mason Street.”
Mason Street. Why did that sound familiar? “That’s three doors down from the bar!”
“I know. I wanted a ride.”
I shook my head and took the long way back to Mason Street. Maybe she wasn’t as indifferent to my charms as she seemed.
Surprisingly, the spot I vacated was still open, so I slid in there. She handed me the helmet and ran her hands through her hair a few times. I don’t think she did it on purpose, but she looked damn sexy. I still straddled my bike because she hadn’t invited me in yet.
“Aren’t you going to walk me home?”
Hell. Yeah.
I scanned the quiet street, searching for 751. It really was almost right next to the bar.
It was also a shithole.
“That’s convenient,” I said, nodding at the Blue Fox.
“Happy accident.”
She had her keys in her hand, and we stood there staring at each other. She seemed to be trying to come to a decision. I’m a patient guy. I could wait.
“Do you want to come in? I can make you a biker’s poison.”
I tried really hard not to get all cocky about the invite. “What’s that?” I asked, reaching out to tuck a few strands of wild hair behind her ear. Her eyelids fluttered at my touch. I was getting to her. The urge to do some sort of touchdown dance hit me.
“It’s Jack and rum. Shake it and shoot it.”
My lip curled in disgust. “Gross. Why ruin Jack like that?”
“I knew it. Knew you were a whiskey snob.”
She was actually teasing me and joking around. I wanted to kiss her.
“Come on. I’ll find something else for you.”
If the outside of the building looked bad, inside was a fucking nightmare. This coming from a guy who hung out in a clubhouse with nine other male pigs. Rickety stairs led up to an even more questionable landing.
She opened the first door.
Inside wasn’t so bad. It was tiny but clean. What little she had was organized and pretty.
“Do you want a beer?”
“Sure.”
My big shit-kicking boots felt strange in her tiny little apartment. But toeing them off might give her the wrong impression. I threw myself onto her couch and sank down so fast, I wondered if I’d ever get out of it.
She returned and handed me a bottle of beer.
“Thanks. I think you’re done serving for the night now.”
A small smile played over her lips. After a beat or two, she tucked herself onto the couch. Not really next to me, but not so far away I couldn’t reach out and run my finger down her arm.
“So, Wrath, what do you do besides the sergeant-at-arms stuff?” She flicked her hand in the air like the topic bored her.
Huh. She was the first chick who hadn’t wanted to sit and discuss the MC for hours on end.
“I fight.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “So predictable.”
“No really. Mixed martial arts style.”
“Are you any good?”
“I’m undefeated.”
“Doesn’t the MC take a lot of time away from your training?”
I considered her question carefully before answering. Yes. Actually, the last two years had been nothing but battle after battle within our club. I’d had little time to focus on training or fighting. I hadn’t needed anywhere else to redirect my rage either.
“Yeah, sometimes.”
“If you’re undefeated, shouldn’t I have heard about you?”
“MMA isn’t legal in New York. These are underground fights.”
“So what else do you do?”
Fuck chicks, ride my bike, knock people out.
“Saving to get my own gym.”
Suddenly, she was right next to me. Her hand brushed over my cheek.
“What do you like to do, Trinity?”
“Read.”
“That’s not very exciting.”
“Trust me, I’ve had enough excitement in my life.” Her voice came out more pained than teasing. It held that vulnerability I glimpsed at the bar.
I turned to face her, cupped her cheek, and ran my thumb over her soft skin. She pushed forward and tentatively pressed her lips to mine. I reached behind me to set the beer on the end table, then placed my hand on the other side of her face.
She yelped and bolted backward. “Cold hand!”
“Sorry.”
Unruffled, she swooped in and kissed me again. Her hand dropped to my lap and she gave my cock a quick squeeze. Fuck. She had me so hard I didn’t think I’d be able to get out of my jeans with a hacksaw. She rubbed harder, pressing her palm into me.
“Trin—”
I slid down a little to relieve the pressure, and she took it as an invitation to work my pants open, running her hands up and down my cock. Still no words from her, though. Just kept looking at me with those fuck-me eyes. Suddenly, she dropped down on her belly, stretching her legs out behind her on the couch, and closed her mouth around my cock.
I hissed out a breath. Fuck, that felt good.
She angled and arranged herself over my lap, licking, sucking, exploring. Christ, it was amazing.
“Babe, wouldn’t that be easier on your knees?” I pointed to the floor.
She released my cock with a soft pop and tilted her head toward me, her lips shiny and red.
“I don’t get on my knees for anyone. Ever.”
Shit. Why can't I ever keep my big mouth shut?
“Okay.” I reached out and stroked her hair. My cock really wanted back in her mouth.
Her hand kept lazily working up and down my shaft. Finally, she bent over and took me in her mouth again.
Sweet motherfucking heaven. I couldn’t help thrusting up, and she didn’t seem to mind. She made happy little humming noises that vibrated up and down my dick.
“Trinity, honey. I’m close. Fuck, I’m gonna blow. Stop now if you don’t want me shooting in your mouth, babe.”
Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.
She paused, and for an awful second, I thought she was going to stop. I froze, waiting, but then she took me deeper, trailing her tongue along the underside of my cock where she apparently realized I was extra sensitive.
My fist curled in her hair. I really wanted to see her fucking eyes but couldn’t from this position. Then she took me all the way to the back of her throat. All thought left. White lightning gathered in my sac, streaking up until I came with painful intensity. Trinity didn’t stop. She sucked and swallowed while keeping her plush lips wrapped around my cock.
“Ah, fuck! Trin. Shit.”
She kept licking and kissing. Finally, she stopped and looked up wi
th a soft smile.
I cupped my hand behind her neck and pulled her to me. “Thank you.”
I tried kissing her, but she wriggled away. “Guys don’t like to after doing that.”
Huh?
She sat up and reached over to take a sip of my beer. Christ, my spent cock jumped when she put the bottle to her lips. She set the bottle down and crawled into my lap. With one hand at the back of her head and one above her ass, I pressed her against me and took her mouth hard. Forcing my tongue in her mouth, I explored every inch. I wasn’t nearly done with this little angel. No fucking way. I slid my hands down to cup her ass. Just as I’d suspected, my palms curved perfectly around each cheek. Holding her tight, I powered off the couch. She held on and let out a little squeal.
“Bedroom?”
She giggled and jerked her head in the only possible direction the bedroom could be. Yeah, she’d sucked my brain out through my cock.
I shuffled us in there, even with my pants falling down.
The fuck?
A pink, frilly twin bed and some cheap furniture were all she had in here. I set her down gently, and she scooted up onto the mattress.
I took a moment to zip up, but left everything else undone because I planned to fuck her as soon as possible.
“Get those pants off, babe.”
She stood and tried to push past me. I held her with one arm. Tilting her head up, I searched her eyes. “That wasn’t enough, Angel Eyes.”
Tattered on My Sleeve (Lost Kings MC #4) can be read first in the series or as a stand alone.
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Title
COPYRIGHT
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Notes from Nyx
Thank You
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