FILTHY KISSES (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

by London Casey

  “He’s much better actually,” I said. “Thankfully.”

  “Except the green shit coming out of his nose,” Kye said.

  “Language.”

  “Seriously? He’s two months old?”

  “Baby’s brains absorb so much right now…”

  Kye looked at me and grinned. “There’s worse I could say and teach the kid.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “We should start with the name though.”

  “What’s wrong with his name?” I asked.

  “Ellis?” Kye looked at Ellis. He started to rock him left to right. “Ellis… Ellis… what do you think, kid? You like that name?”

  Ellis pounded his open hands to Kye’s wrists. His legs started to kick too.

  “See, he doesn’t like it,” Kye said.

  “Oh, so sorry,” I said. “What would you like to call our son?”

  Kye puckered his lips and squinted his eyes. “You know… when I was a kid, people used to tell me I had snake eyes. Like I was a pissed off viper about to strike. Since the kid has my eyes… let’s call him Viper.”

  “Viper,” I said. “Not a chance.”

  “What do you think, Viper?” Kye asked Ellis. “Huh? You tell me.”

  Right on cue, so beautifully timed, Ellis let out a big hiccup and threw up all over Kye’s jeans.

  “Oh, shit!” Kye called out.

  I started to laugh. I couldn’t help myself.

  “Whoa,” Kye said. “I guess you don’t like Viper, huh?”

  Ellis had spit up running down his chin.

  Kye reached and without care, he wiped his son’s chin of the spit up.

  That was a special moment for me.

  I got the pack of baby wipes and started with Ellis. I cleaned up his mouth and shirt.

  “Sorry about that,” I said.

  “Why are you sorry?” Kye asked. “He’s a baby. They eat, puke, and shit. Then sleep.”

  “Basically,” I said.

  “Sounds like most of the guys I deal with.”

  I looked at Kye, forcing a grin.

  I didn’t want any MC talk. Not today. Please, not today.

  I took out another wipe and went after Kye’s leg. There shouldn’t have been a thing sexual about it. He was holding our son. He had baby vomit on his jeans. I had a baby wipe in my hand.

  But yet as I scrubbed at his leg, I could feel the hardness of his muscles hidden beneath his jeans. Just touching him set me on fire. I could not believe I was getting turned on the way I was. It was almost pathetic.

  I hurried to stand and walk away, throwing the wipes out in the kitchen.

  I then found Kye standing, holding Ellis, walking around the living room. Ellis had two fingers in his mouth. I knew what that meant. Ellis was going to crash.

  “He’s tired,” I said. “Want me to hold him?”

  “No,” Kye said without hesitation. “Let me take care of my son, Dakota.”

  Kye turned and started to sway.

  I stared at that big ass Back Down Devil MC logo on the back of his leather cut again.

  Any glimpse of normalcy and family were wiped off the table.

  The ugly skull and reaper thing was just a reminder of the life Kye lived. A life of violence, crime, and death. Hell, the money he had used to pay Ellis’s co-pay was probably blood money.

  I got my purse and dug around for cash. The change from last night, along with what Kye had paid.

  I stepped in front of Kye as he rocked Ellis. His massive hand touched Ellis’ head. He was a natural at holding the baby. And Ellis was loving every second of it. The baby’s eyes were already halfway shut.

  “Here,” I whispered. “I owe you this back.”

  “For what?” Kye asked.

  “The hospital.”

  “No. I’m not taking that back.”

  “I don’t want… the money, Kye. Where did it come from?”

  “Why does that matter?”

  “I don’t want war money or whatever.”

  “War money?” Kye asked. “I earn my money, Dakota. I’m going to take care of my son with that money. And take care of you, too.”

  I sucked in a breath and shook my head. “Kye…”

  “Dakota,” he said.

  “What happened to your face?”

  “I had a problem,” Kye said.

  “A problem? That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

  Kye curled his lip. His eyes narrowed. He did look like a snake ready to attack. “Someone set me up, Dakota. Someone killed a man and made it so the eyes were on me. I was arrested in front of my entire club. I was transferred from the local station to county. I spent eight weeks there. The entire time I was inside all I thought about was you and the baby. My son. My brothers couldn’t find you. Most were pissed at me because I kept you and the baby a secret. I had to survive on the inside, Dakota. You don’t want to know what that means. So, yeah, I’m out now. I’m free. I’m innocent. But that doesn’t mean shit in my world. I’m going to find out who did this to me. I’m going to settle it. Because they didn’t just mess with me. They messed with my family. You were terrified. You had a baby without me. I can never go back and be there to watch my son come into this world. Do you understand that?”

  In that moment, I did understand. I really did. But when I looked at Ellis, I understood even more.

  I tucked the money into my back pocket.

  “Ellis is sleeping,” I whispered. “Let’s go put him down.”

  Kye started to move, to give me Ellis. I shook my head.

  “No?” he whispered.

  “You do it,” I said.

  We walked up the stairs and to the nursery. I stood in the doorway and watched as Kye put Ellis down into the crib. It was sweet. It was touching. It took all my might to not cry.

  Kye gripped the edge of the crib and stood there for a few seconds. He nodded a few times and then stepped away.

  He walked right toward me and I backed up into the hallway.

  Kye shut the door behind him and just stood there.

  “Now what?” he asked me.

  “We figure this all out,” I said. “How to make it work.”

  “That’s the easy part,” Kye said. “I’m going to be that boy’s father. You’re going to be his mother. My life and what I do should have nothing to do with it.”

  “But it always will,” I said. “You and I both know that. So we’re back to square one.”

  Kye closed in on me. I didn’t try to move. I let him stand there, an inch from me.

  “Fine,” Kye said. “We’ll talk about everything. And anything. As long as you want to talk.”

  “Good,” I said. “You were right, Kye. I was terrified. I was alone. I had no idea what to do. If I hadn’t run into Debbie when I did…”

  Kye touched my face. “I know, darling. That’s why I had things done the way I did. You were protected.”

  “I didn’t feel protected.”

  “Do you feel it now?” Kye asked.

  There were centimeters between us.

  I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t fall down that well again. I couldn’t…

  Kye’s lips brushed against mine.

  Fuck… I was going to fall really hard this time.

  **

  I jumped up into his arms. I couldn’t kiss him hard enough or fast enough. It was messy and sloppy, the exact kind of kiss you’d expect when you hadn’t had anything in months.

  Kye walked me to my bedroom and there was no stopping us.

  The second my feet hit the floor, Kye was opening my jeans. I was nervous about him touching me. My stomach was different from the first time we slept together. The last time we slept together I was so big and round. Now, there was just…

  My hand grabbed his.

  Our eyes locked.

  “Don’t,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful, Dakota. Then, pregnant, and right now.”

  I bit my lip and shut my eyes. I put my head back. A s
econd later Kye’s tongue flicked against my skin. Both of his powerful hands slid along the insides of my jeans. He stripped them down to my knees and then came right back up.

  Next was my panties.

  His left hand slid around and down, cupping my ass cheek. His right hand moved into the front of my panties, along my mound and around to my sex. Just the feeling of his fingertips grazing my folds was enough to make my toes curl. Add to that his lips and tongue still kissing my neck, gently biting at me, growling at me, and I was all his.

  I grabbed Kye’s shoulders as my knees started to go weak.

  He thrust two fingers forward, opening my folds, entering me. My entire body shivered with a deep heat.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  Kye pressed his fingers even deeper then. His left hand pulled at my ass, making me move forward against his touch. I bent my legs as he started to pull his fingers away from me. He came completely out of me and moved his hand to my waist. I felt my own wetness as his fingers dug against my skin.

  He started to strip me of my panties then.

  I finally opened my eyes and looked at Kye. We kissed again and he walked me backward to the bed. My legs hit and I fell to the bed. I kicked off my jeans and panties as Kye towered over me.

  He took off his leather cut and tossed it aside. Next came his shirt. My eyes studied all the familiar muscles that I had once held onto, that I had kissed, that I had clawed, that I had bit while he pleasured me.

  His muscles were beautifully built, earned through the outlaw life he lived. I was such a hypocrite right then. Hating what he did for a living but loving the way he looked after doing it.

  Kye leaned forward, putting his hands to the bed. Our mouths met again as we started to kiss. They were loud kisses. Each smack sent warm pulses between my legs. My right hand inched forward and I touched the thick bulge in his jeans.

  But Kye swatted my hand away.

  He broke the kiss.

  “No, darling,” he said. “Not yet. First… I’m going to taste you.”

  chapter nineteen.

  (kye)

  I grabbed her by her curvy waist and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I was on my knees and stared at her luscious slit. I sensed hesitation all around and I respected it. But it wasn’t going to stop me. I didn’t care what had changed on or in her body. She was as beautiful as ever.

  Her wetness glistened against her curled folds. Her sweet scent ravaged my nose, making my mouth water.

  I brought my hands to her inner thighs and pushed, opening her legs even more. I slid my hands all the way up her legs, leaving my thumbs so dangerously close to her pussy. My eyes met with hers again and I could see the desperation pouring from her.

  That’s when my tongue came forward, finally getting a taste of her.

  The tip of my tongue licked bottom to top, curling just under her clit, collecting all her honey. I put my lips together and pressed against her clit with a delicate kiss.

  Dakota let out a whimper as her leg muscles flexed, pulling herself toward me with a thrust.

  I opened my mouth and moved over her clit, sucking against it. My tongue ran rampant over her, flickering in every direction possible. Each time I touched her tender nub, she thrust at me. I slipped my hands under her ass and held her there, making her all mine.

  She threw her right leg over my shoulder, her ankle then bouncing against the middle of my back as I continued to savor her body.

  I gently pulled away from her clit and let my tongue inch down. I flicked against her throbbing entrance, teasing with circles before thrusting my tongue inside her. She was warm and comforting, just like I remembered. She pulsed against me, squeezing, her hips rocking with my movements.

  That’s when she grabbed for my hair. Her fingers twisted as she groaned.

  “Kye… fuck…”

  I licked all the way up her sweet pussy, beyond her clit, to her mound. I pulled away with a wet noise and looked up at her, licking my lips.

  “Come for me, darling,” I said. “I want it all right now.”

  She bit her lip as I moved back down. I made circles around her clit and then placed my tongue flat against it. I moved my tongue up and down, sliding hard to her clit, curling the tip of my tongue so I could enter her over and over. I added more pressure against her, burying my face into her sweet flower. I needed it all. And I was going to fucking get it.

  Dakota groaned louder, rocked harder with me. I growled under my breath as my tongue lapped all of her wetness. Up and down. Left to right. I felt her hips wiggling and her ass flexing like she wanted to get away for a second, just to take a breath.

  Not a chance in hell, darling.

  Her nails dug into the back of my head. “Right there… Kye… fuck…”

  I could feel it all building. Her body quivered so intense. My tongue moving faster by the second. Her ass started to lift off the back. Her entire lower half picked up as she groaned more and more.

  “Kye!” she cried out. “I’m…”

  And I felt her come.

  Her body let go of weeks of pent up need.

  She shivered and rocked down and back up, every muscle in the lower half of her body working as she gained relief. I felt her gush, offering me more honey than I could handle. But I stayed right with her, flickering my tongue up and down her beautiful pussy.

  When she collapsed to the bed, her body went limp. I quickly brought my hands to her inner thighs and stayed right there. Softly I licked her one last time. The tip of my tongue hit her clit and she let out a whimpering cry and pulled my hair. I kissed up to her mound and pulled away again.

  But my hands weren’t done just yet. They kept going. Right up her shirt. I slid my hands around to her back and unsnapped her bra. I brought them around felt the fullness of her bare tits. That’s when I couldn’t take anymore.

  I took my hands away from her and I stood up.

  I grabbed my jeans and tore open my belt buckle.

  Dakota hurried to sit up. She tore off her shirt and threw her bra to the floor. Now she was naked on the bed for me. I pushed my jeans down, finally letting my cock pop free. I was painfully hard as I stood there, veins throbbing, ready to take her.

  “Before we fuck this up again,” I said. “Is everything okay…?”

  “I’m good,” Dakota whispered. “You can do whatever you want.”

  I moved at the bed and put my hand to her lower back and pulled her right to me. “That’s what I fucking wanted to hear you say, darling.”

  I inched forward and felt the head of my cock touch between her legs. She was warm, soft, tight, just like I had remembered her from before. My beautiful woman, back in my arms, my body throbbing to explore every inch of her.

  I thrust forward and sank deep into her pussy. I felt her hips buck at me so I eased back a little. I closed my hands around the bed sheets as Dakota’s hands grabbed my arms. Her nails dug into muscle as I sank forward again, this time going to the hilt.

  Dakota let out a whimper as she bit her lip and arched her back. I quickly lowered my mouth to her left breast, suckling freely. She shivered and her nipple became even more erect. I let my teeth tug at her for a moment before taking my mouth away and kissing up her chest. The tip of my tongue sought her lips and found them.

  I kissed her as I pulled back and thrust forward.

  “Oh, Kye,” Dakota purred as my lips touched hers.

  I had to fucking kiss her right then and I did. Our tongues fought for space as I sped up. My feet were on the floor, my knees bent as I pumped every inch of my aching cock into her. She had no fucking clue how hard it had been for me to wait weeks. I lived as a fucking outlaw. I was lucky if I had hours to live, let alone to go weeks without pussy.

  Dakota was worth the wait and then some.

  My right hand moved down and touched her side. I cupped at her ass, feeling her move with my thrusts. I broke the kiss and moved down to her neck again. I kissed to her shoulder and down to her left breast. I ta
sted like I did before, this time pulling away and putting space between us. Dakota stuck her chest in the air again, putting her head back. She reached back with both hands, grabbing for the bed.

  Goddamn, what a sight.

  I grabbed her waist, my thumbs moving over her hip bones and that’s where I took a firm grip.

  My cock was pulsing, seconds away from coming.

  I pulled at Dakota as I thrust forward, wanting more of her. All of her. Everything she had to offer. The beauty of her body, even post-baby, was amazing and addicting. She held, protected, birthed, and cared for my only son. That was more done for me than anyone ever in my life.

  Dakota turned her head and pulled the sheets to her face. I watched her bite the sheets as her ass lifted off the bed. She was coming again. I felt her sheathing my cock, throbbing with fresh heat.

  I sucked in a breath and growled, knowing I couldn’t fight it off any longer.

  I fucked forward and started to come.

  Dakota fell to the bed and looked right at me, shock on her face. She reached for me and I slid my hands to her back and pulled. We collided together, her breasts to my body, our mouths smashing together in an instant kiss. She was halfway sitting up, me leaning over the bed. I thrust at her, over and over, feeling every last built up droplet of my release spill into her.

  I moved into Dakota one last time and just held there.

  Our kissing was wild, hot, sloppy. She pulled back a little and we just stared at each other. Sometimes our lips would touch. Sometimes we’d just remain still, our eyes pouring over every possible emotion.

  Finally, Dakota whispered, “Fuck.”

  I grinned and eased my way out of her body.

  “I’ve been waiting for that,” she said. “For a long time, Kye.”

  I stroked her face. “So have I, darling. There’s been nobody since you. Nobody but you. I want to make it that way.”

  Dakota kissed me and pulled at me. She wanted me on the bed.

  I scooped her up and took her to the top of the bed. I hovered over her for a few seconds. I started to move away but Dakota grabbed my arms and shook her head.

  “No, Kye,” she said. “Don’t leave me.”

  “Darling, if I stay here… you know what’s going to happen next, right?”