by KC Kean
“Fucking bitch,” someone sneers.
I’m close to done with their attitudes. I want to slaughter them all. Make them learn their place instead, but I’m trying really hard to do this Rafe’s way. I just don’t know how much longer I can cope.
Making it outside to the cars I step into a Rolls, and I’m surprised when it's Roman who climbs in with me.
“Take the long way round,” he barks at the driver and lifts the partition.
Fuck.
Is he mad about the tattoo?
It’s Parker's body, I shouldn’t have to run everything by him.
Before I can open my mouth to defend myself, his hand is gripping the back of my neck and pulling me to his lips. He’s not soft with me, not like with Parker. He devours my mouth, keeping complete control and taking all of my air. I’m wound up tight, especially thinking about how his lips had only just been on Parkers. He pulls back slightly.
“You, Princess, have been a very good girl,” he purrs.
Fuck.
His fingers trail up the inside of my thigh slowly, my legs parting for him on their own accord. He’s taking his sweet ass time but finally touches my soaked panties. He teases the outline but doesn’t slip under them.
“Please.”
I’m too needy right now to care that I’m begging. Removing his hand, he pushes my skirt up and rips my panties clean off.
Holy shit.
Before I can complain, he’s thrusting two fingers inside of me, my head falls back and a moan passes my lips. He thrusts a little more then circles his fingers inside me, oh god. I can’t stop my pussy clenching around his fingers, wanting more.
He retreats before I can cum, leaving me frustrated, but he just grins.
“I want your fire Princess, and to get that, unfortunately, I’m going to need to piss you off.”
“Or I can just take what I want,” I rasp.
“Oh yeah, you think I’d just let you?”
“You will.”
I don't say anymore as I throw my blazer off. Keeping my skirt around my waist I lift myself over and sit on his lap, his hands instinctively caress my thighs, but otherwise he remains still, grinning at me.
“What you got Princess?”
Seeing as these uniform blouses are so low cut, I only need to undo one button to release my breasts, showing him I’d gone without a bra today. Sometimes I liked to tease myself with my nipples scratching away at the material all day. Luckily, today happens to be one of those days.
The surprise on his face, and the heat instantly in his eyes has me grinning instead.
“Roman, we both know how much you like tugging on my nipple piercings,” I whisper seductively.
No further encouragement is needed before he’s biting down on my right nipple hard.
“Oh fuck.” I can’t help but moan. I register that we’re not really alone here, but then he’s twisting my other nipple and everything else is forgotten. His dick is like steel beneath me.
“I forgot how rough you can take it,” he mutters, as I grind against him. Making him follow up with a moan of his own.
Remembering this is about taking, I lean back. My nipples just out of reach, and cup my chest, rolling my thumbs over my taut peaks. He can’t take his eyes off my hands, until I release a moan drawing his attention to my face.
“You’re going to let me take now, and you’re going to love it, yeah?”
He nods slowly in response, like he has no control over it.
“Good, I need you to sit on the floor with your head leaning back on the seat.”
I lift back over to my seat while he does exactly as I said without question, which just makes me hotter. Moving back across, I position myself with my knees on either side of his head. Understanding dawns on his face and a wicked grin takes over.
“Fuck. If this is what you taking charge looks like, count me in.”
“If only the guys could see you now, huh?”
“They’d still want to be me. They’re gonna be sad they missed the show.”
“I’ll be sure to make it up to them,” I say, as I lower my pussy just enough, so that he has to reach his tongue right out.
Fuck.
He goes straight for circling my clit, and I gasp.
Not wanting him to think he’s still in control, I go for exactly what I want. I grind my pussy against him, and his tongue is perfection. I drag my clit from his chin across his tongue and stopping at the tip of his nose, before dragging myself back down again. The friction is divine, but I still need more. Cupping my breasts, I squeeze my nipples.
“Roman get those thick fingers of yours back inside me,” I groan, not stopping my motion.
He doesn’t disappoint, holding them just right, so that when I drag back his fingers penetrate me. Oh god, I’m so close, as I drag back up his teeth latch on to my clit with his fingers still rooted inside me, I feel him push another finger inside my ass.
Oh god there’s so much happening, I’m lost to it all.
Fuck.
I explode, biting the headrest in front of me, to contain myself from shouting.
I ride out every last ounce of pleasure, and he laps it up like he can’t get enough. I move back, allowing him to sit back up on his seat. I go for his pants, but he stops my hands.
“No Princess, this was about you, not me,” he says as he crushes his lips against mine. Giving me a taste of myself on his lips.
“We’re here,” he murmurs.
Glancing out of the window I see we’re just pulling up outside of Weaponry. I push my skirt back down and fasten my button. Roman hands me my blazer with a grin on his face.
“I’m going to enjoy knowing you’ve got nothing on under that skirt for the rest of the day,” he says, and I can’t help but grin along with him.
I go to open the door when he places his hand over mine. All humor gone.
“Thank you Luna, for what you did for Parker.” I nod, the understanding clear between us.
I can see he wants to end on a lighter note when he gives me a sly grin.
“So little Luna likes a finger in her ass, huh?”
Oh. My. God.
It’s something I’d have expected from Oscar and been prepared for. So the grin on his face, tells me he knows he’s caught me off guard.
Acehole.
So I lean in and whisper.
“Baby, anal is my favorite.”
With a wink I climb out of the car and saunter off. I see all the guys staring at me with raised eyebrows, clearly you can tell I’ve just been enjoying myself. The heated stares are having me question whether getting the keys is worth it, but I quickly grab Red’s arm and rush off before I change my mind.
“Can you two not be left alone?” Red questions with a giggle.
I just laugh along with her, when West stops in front of us, my keys outstretched. I snatch them up before he can play jokes on me. My smile is even bigger. Not wanting to draw attention to our interaction I carry on heading for the changing rooms.
Orgasms and motorcycles. Today is my kind of day.
*****
I take it back, today is not my day.
I decide this as I’m walking through the doors for lunch, and Wren literally throws herself at me. Arms swinging.
“I fucking know what you were doing in the car this morning with Roman,” she yells.
This girl is beyond crazy. She manages to catch a slap to my jaw, and that’s when I decide.
Fuck it.
I’ve done this Rafe’s way. I played nice, I didn’t get involved, I didn’t push back or stand my ground and it didn’t mean shit. I’m done trying to keep everything at bay for other people, when this bitch just doesn’t know when to quit. I’ve had enough of her catty antics, it’s ridiculous. The fact that she just came at me and it was with slaps? Featherstone be damned.
She raises her arm to do it again when I go straight for her throat. I’m not fucking around. Wrapping my hand around her neck I swing h
er into the wall next to the door, I barely just walked through. The shock on her face has me sneering.
“You always have to underestimate me. I love it.” I squeeze and I see the panic set in. Instead of backing off and letting go, I lift her off the floor. Not much, not even a foot, but I have her attention now.
“I’ve played nice Wren. I let you and your mother attack me, and I did as I was told, but I’ve had about enough of your shit now,” I growl.
Her face is bright red now and I can’t bring myself to care, especially after her outburst at Parker yesterday too.
I feel a hand wrap around mine that’s around her neck. Looking to see where that arm leads, I find my attention drawn to Oscar.
“Baby girl, I need you to let go of her now, okay?” I can’t help but frown at him. She deserves everything she gets, why is he siding with her?
“I’m not siding with her but, I think you’re pretty close to killing her.”
It’s as if he’s reading my mind. Had I said that out loud? I look back to Wren and as hard as it is, I find the strength to let go. Letting her slump to the floor gasping for air. Stark reality washes over me and I realize Oscar just stopped me from going too far.
How far would I have gone? My heart is pounding now. I feel like a loose cannon, completely out of control. Frantically glancing around everyone is staring in our direction. The other guys are holding others back and Red has Becky pinned to a nearby table. What the ever-loving shit just happened?
Suddenly, West is in my face.
“Get the fuck out of here now, cool down. You're done for the day.”
“Fuck you West, were you here when she came at me? I’ve had enough. I tried okay? But I’m done with their shit. I’m done for the day, and I’m done with you constantly fucking telling me what to do. I don’t see this as you protecting me, understanding me, looking out for me. Do you?” I growl.
Fuck this shit.
Fuck all of them.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
West steps towards me, but I just can’t. Shaking my head I step outside, taking a moment to feel the sun against my face. Heading for the closest Rolls, I’m ready to get out of here and clear my head. I see the driver is Ian, thank god. He looks concerned but doesn’t utter a word.
“Hey Ian, is there a quiet spot around here? I need a timeout,” I say it as a joke, but it falls short.
“Of course Miss Steele, would you like me to stop off at the coffee house on the way?”
See, this is why Ian is my favorite, he gets it.
I nod in thanks and offer a small smile which he returns. Once I’m in he settles in up front, and just as we’re about to leave the back-door swings open. I’m about to protest when Kai climbs in. He doesn’t utter a single word he just grabs my hand and laces our fingers.
Fuck. Part of me wants him to know how much I needed this from him, the other doesn’t want him to know how he impacts me. Ian looks at me, and I nod to continue on as planned.
We pull up outside of the coffee house, and without a word Kai gets out with Ian. Leaving me to stew in my own silence.
Would I really have taken her last breath?
My instincts tell me not, but she continues to push, and it feels like kill or be killed at the minute. I know I’ve overreacted, but she pushed past my limit. I’ve ignored all her sneers and taunts for nothing, she hasn’t backed off and I had to put my foot down. Just probably not that hard.
The guys are quickly climbing back into the car and Kai hands me a Frappuccino. Ian drives as if he’s going back to Ace, but he turns left at the library. He pulls to a stop next to a row of hedges.
“Miss Steele, there is an entrance just round the side, I’ll stay here as long as you need.”
Stepping out I follow Kai’s lead through the gate. Oh my god. This place is like a different world. Not big at all, but perfect cut grass leads a small path amongst pretty flowers and vibrant plants. In the center of it all is a little gazebo with a picnic bench.
Ian strikes a homerun again. I just found my new favorite place.
I kick my heels off and leave them at the gate. Feeling the grass between my toes, smelling the flowers around me, I feel much more centered than I did just moments ago. I take my time walking around, taking it all in before I sit at the bench. Kai has followed quietly behind me the whole time, and as happy as I usually am with his comfortable silence, I can’t take it right now.
“Are you waiting patiently to discuss what just happened?”
“Is that what you want to do?” he asks, always so calm.
“I don’t really know what happened, or how to process any of it right now. So no, not really, but I feel something in the air that isn’t usually there in your silence,” I reply honestly.
He sits down next to me, “I promise you Sakura, nothing is between us.”
I nod, relaxing a little more.
“Would you like to put our efforts elsewhere right now? Distract your mind?”
This is what I was hoping for, why I didn’t stop him from coming with me. He knows he relaxes me, and I’d hoped he would be able to help.
“Yes, please.”
He offers me a rare smile that warms my insides and proceeds to pull out his laptop.
“Fantastic, I thought I could use my assignment for DCM Tech to help you with yours.”
I can’t help my grin.
Now that’s what I’m talking about.
Unable to refrain myself from planting a quick kiss on his lips, I lean back and clap.
“Lead the way handsome.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
(Luna)
I sat with Kai all afternoon running through surveillance and finding hot spots. By the time my tummy grumbles, I have my plan laid out. That was Thursday, I decided to show a big fuck you and skipped all Friday, avoiding calls from West and the guys. Red had been texting me still, making sure I’m okay, and she was about the only person I had the energy to entertain.
Now it’s Saturday morning and I’m rolling Dot out of the garage, helmet in hand, ready to get my bike on. It’s not too hot today, but I can still feel the heat in my leathers. Which is why I’ve only got a bikini on underneath.
“Hey baby girl, what you up to?”
Turning I see Oscar strolling towards me, looking hot as hell. “Hey Oscar, I’m getting out of here for a while,” I say nodding at Dot.
“Can I join you?”
“I want a relaxing ride Oscar. Feel the wind in my hair, maybe head towards the coast, get away from all the drama.”
“I can do that. No big mouth Oscar, I swear. Besides, I know the best place to go,” he pleads, and the puppy dog eyes he gives me are hard to say no to.
“No big mouth Oscar and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Whoop.”
Did he just kick his legs in the air like he’s the lead in a jolly Broadway show? I shake my head, he might have a big mouth that gets him into trouble, but he can always put a smile on my face.
He pulls a helmet out of thin air and climbs on the Suzuki. Ready to go, just like that.
“No leather?”
He’s wearing shorts and a top, no other protection. At least he’s wearing a helmet. Back home I never wore protective clothing but Rafe made me promise if I wanted to ride.
“Nah baby girl, where’s the danger in that?” he winks.
“Lead the way then tour guide.”
I can see him go to say something, but he thinks better of it shoving his helmet on and starting a slow crawl through the blocks.
Once we’re off Featherstone’s grounds he floors it and I’m right behind him. The winding roads are a dream, nobody is around and it’s just what I needed. I’ve missed this, it’s only been a few weeks, but I rode Dot daily before all this. Feeling the rumble between my legs and having full control of the bike always made me feel better.
I continue to let Oscar take the lead, enjoying just following his path and not having to worry if I’m going to e
nd up lost. I hope he does know where he’s going though.
Just over an hour and a half later and I can smell the sea in the air.
So good.
I follow him through the busy town along the road next to the promenade. I’m hoping he knows a quieter part seeing as this place is brimming with people both on the sand and along the sidewalks. He drives for another ten minutes or so and pulls off. I follow him although I’m confused when a house comes into view and he parks in front of the porch.
It’s a big house and I can see the direct access to the beach from here. He pulls his helmet off and steps off his bike. I follow suit with my helmet but hold my seat until I figure out why we’re here specifically.
“Baby girl, I promise to not let my mouth run and I didn’t say anything before we set off, but damn, you look sexy as sin in your leather, and the way you handle your bike, fuck. So good,” he purrs as he strolls towards me.
“Where are we?”
“Oh, no stress. This is one of my parent’s properties. Featherstone High School is only about forty minutes from here, so I always come for the vibes.”
Staring him down, I try looking for something that tells me to turn around, but I find nothing, and instead climb off my bike, grab my bag and follow him inside.
This place is all floor to ceiling windows with stunning views and modern touches.
“Do you want a tour?” he asks like it’s a requirement.
“I’d rather not, the water is calling me,” I answer honestly, which just makes him grin.
“Thank god for that,” he smiles, “Do you need help getting out of your suit?”
The question is valid, but the mischief written all over his face just has me rolling my eyes at him. God he makes me do that so often I’m gonna get eye strain. I step out onto the deck and unzip my suit, enjoying the cool breeze against my skin.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, and I glance in his direction.
He’s staring hard, “I’m glad I didn’t know that was all you had on underneath there otherwise I’d have never made it here alive.”
I can’t help but chuckle at him.
