Kinsmen MC (Complete Series)

by J. C. Allen

  But at this point, I wasn’t in any mood to say anything but one answer.

  “I say let’s get out of here.”

  3

  Zeke

  I had to admit, at first, I was fucking shocked that she turned down my drink; that just didn’t ever happen. It left me wondering what the fuck was different.

  She was damn sexy, tall, and full bodied. If I didn’t get to fuck her, I’d dream about having those legs wrapped around me all night. As appealing as that sounded to some degree, I knew I would rather have the real thing.

  “Maybe you’ve lost your game.”

  Al drank the beer for himself, laughing at me. I refused to accept it. If anything, it made the chase more alluring; to know it wasn’t so easy was a bit of a prize.

  “Yeah right. You really think Zeke Kinsmen has lost his shit?”

  “Hey, we all go down at some point,” Al said, something I found rich considering he had a beer belly and smelled like he hadn’t seen a shower since Vietnam. “You’re not going to bat a hundred percent, kiddo.”

  “I do on the ones I really like,” I growled.

  This had quickly become less about the sex and more about the principle. I didn’t get told no; that just didn’t happen. For it to have actually happened was, frankly, confounding to me. How had it occurred that a girl like her had said no to me?

  Clearly, the “buy her a drink” technique had not worked out. I hadn’t always gotten it to work, but it had always worked in that it got the girl to take the drink. That she hadn’t even done that was new territory for me, but it was exciting territory.

  I liked a good challenge. It would make the inevitable sex that much better.

  “We all—”

  “Hey, Al, watch the bar for me, will ya?”

  I walked to the woman as Al stammered something at me. I knew I had to have this girl. To not get her would mar the rest of my night.

  Her eyes were a bright green, striking against her red hair. She was even more gorgeous up close, her hair bright around her in loose waves. Her lips were full and plump, glossed up, and all I wanted to do was kiss her. I looked over her body as she did to me. Her breasts were ripe and pert, filling out her purple top that contrasted against her pale skin. I imagined grabbing them in my hands. Her legs were shapely too, in her jeans, and I already got a good look at her ass. This woman was a gift.

  Admittedly, this woman, Allison, was a bit of a challenge at first. She put up a good front, but eventually, like everyone else that I took home, she gave in. The healthy combination of me taking her hand, learning about her, and seducing her was something that, by the end, she didn’t want to resist. I thought of playing out what we were doing a little bit more, but in the end, I was too horny and imagining her on top of me way too much.

  I went for the kill.

  I was pretty confident by the time I asked her that she was going to say yes. Of course, I was also pretty sure that she was going to take my drink when I offered it, so it was entirely possible her personality was just flirtatious by nature and I was going to get made to look the fool, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t. Even if I did initially, I was Zeke; I would just roll with the punch and pick myself back up.

  Fortunately, she said yes, and when she did, the inside of me screamed yes in joy while I stay collected on the outside. The worst thing I could have done was shown how excited I was in that moment. It would have been so unbecoming of me to act like I actually cared about sex, no matter how much of a personal challenge the whole thing had been.

  “Good,” I said with a smirk. “I just gotta tell them I’m leaving.”

  “Them?” she said, smiling.

  “My fake bosses.”

  I winked at her and left her swooning as I walked to the outside of the bar. I didn’t look back at her, but I liked to imagine that her eyes never left me as I walked out. I had some sort of spell on her, and I wasn’t about to let it snap just because I was disappearing for a moment or two.

  I told Jaxson I was leaving so he could figure out the bar. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem particularly keen on letting me head out for a quickie.

  “You at least finish the night and meet her later.”

  I shook my head at him as he sat on the stool with Isabelle. The old geezer had apparently forgotten what it was like to be single and have a hot lead; if I chose to “meet her later” the only thing I would be meeting was my own hand. I couldn’t let her get out; even just going to talk to Jaxson felt like a huge risk. That was definitely something that would be breaking the spell.

  “Not this time.”

  I shrugged unapologetically. Believe it or not, I didn’t leave the bar that often for sex, mostly because the women would wait on me. If anything, it often was a benefit to wait; the women would compete with each other to prove their value to me. But for Allison, it seemed like something I had to get while the iron was hot, and so I had no problems demanding a free night off.

  “Zeke!” Jaxson snapped. “I didn’t bring you here so that every time a girl you wanted to fuck came by, you could just abandon us and have at her. You need to finish your shift off.”

  “I’m good, man, I’m—”

  “Zeke,” Jaxson said, his voice very much taking the tone of a serious father who wasn’t messing around any further. “Listen to me. You’re a Kinsmen. So really, I can’t stop you. But we’re starting to think some new shit with the Cavaros is brewing in, and it won’t look good if you’re just taking off for pussy every chance you get. If you go tonight, fine, but be aware of what image you’re producing.”

  The word “Cavaro” was nauseating to all of us, especially since Simon was married to one of them. Had I heard it in the morning or before the night started, it would have had a seriously profound impact that might have even gotten me to stop cracking jokes all the time.

  But honestly, I was just so horny and so aroused that I quickly compartmentalized what he said. I nodded to him, gave him a thumbs up, and walked off with a smirk. Jaxson cursed me out as I walked away, perhaps thinking I hadn’t taken him seriously, but he knew better than to stop me. I’d make it up to him with a longer shift at some point, anyways, so he couldn’t exactly be mad.

  Well, he could be, but he couldn’t stay mad. I was someone who chased ass like a dog in heat, but I was a responsible dog in heat.

  I find Allison back by the bar, talking to her friends. She was making some nice conversation with them, but literally the second she saw me, she split off from them and came over to me, taking my hand. I was kind of proud of myself for having converted her; nothing was quite so satisfying as taking someone who swore they weren’t going to sleep with you on first sight and then making them do just that.

  “They seem nice,” I said, joking.

  “They’re good friends. Do you live far?”

  Goddamn! She’s really wanting to get right to it. I really, really like this girl. Hell, I might even break my rule for her.

  Nah. But she’s a good one!

  I put my hand on her back as we walked outside.

  “I see you can’t wait to get out of here. And no, I don’t live far at all.”

  I stopped by my bike and watched her eye it closely. I wanted to see how she reacted; I suspected she had never ridden on a bike or at least had only done so at very slow speeds. Baby, that’s about to change.

  “I take it you’ve never been on one of these before.”

  She nodded once, giving me a look. I chuckled and got the helmet out of the seat I never used for her. I leaned across and put it on her, my fingers trailing down her chin. Her skin visibly heated. I wanted to taste her lips more than I did before, but I promised myself to be patient. I could do all sorts of freaky shit once I had her at my place, away from her friends and away from the club.

  “Hang on tight, it won’t be the only thing you’re riding tonight.”

  4

  Allison

  Am I really doing this?

  I was really about to hav
e a one-night stand. I had never done that before. In college, I would do the party scene, but most of the time, I had a boyfriend and would never actually take a guy home. They were boring, generic college dudes anyways.

  But Zeke was not one of those. If I was going to have a one-night stand with someone, anyone, it was going to be Zeke.

  I had never met a Zeke in real life. He was definitely one of a kind, obviously funny and witty. I couldn’t help but look at him absolutely cross eyed as he led me to his motorcycle. I should have figured he would be driving one, since he told me it was an MC club and all, but I was still surprised—I guess I figured that since he was taking me home, he’d have a car or something to take me in.

  Am I really doing this?

  It couldn’t have been more than half an hour ago, maybe even less, when I was trying to resist Jenna and Marissa telling me to go and talk to him to see what would happen. I had fought like hell to avoid doing that, not just because I had never been in a one night stand situation, but because I was naturally shy and a little nervous around guys like him.

  And yet… something about Zeke was almost literally intoxicating. The alcohol helped, obviously, but this entire situation was just one big, crazy situation that I would need time to figure out.

  But for now, on that bike, I wasn’t trying to figure it out. I was just trying to relish it.

  When he told me to hold on tight, I should have taken him seriously. There was just something about getting that close to a stranger that had prevented me from doing so at first, even though I was about to get naked before him, but when he peeled off the road and I nearly slipped, I really tightened my arms around him. My body was right on his, breathing the same air. I was pressed to him from the chest down; my breasts mashed against the hard muscles of his back, my lower stomach against the belt on his jeans.

  The highway was straight but the off road was winding at times, giving me no choice but to hold on as tight as possible. He had put his leather jacket on before we took off, and I laid my head against him, inhaling the sharp letter and his soft cologne.

  Maybe I should have felt more nervous about everything, but at this point, I’d committed myself to living this one night stand. Whatever happened after, as long as it wasn’t pregnancy or an STD, I would embrace and accept after. I had to admit that I wasn’t sure how I would feel about this morning; I wasn’t sure if this was something I would regret in the morning. But there was only one way to find out, and it wasn’t by intellectually debating how I’d feel. I could only let it play out and go from there.

  He stopped, the engine of the bike cutting off, the rumble settling down my body. I looked up and realized he lived in an actual neighborhood. His house was a single story, cottage looking place with faded blue brick and columns aside the porch. It was not at all like I expected. I had expected something a little grimier, maybe an apartment that was in a gritty place.

  I swung off the bike and winced at being a little tense. It was like my body was still vibrating and still expecting me to be on the bike.

  “You get used to it.”

  Zeke walked around the bike and smiled down at me. Under the streetlights, his perfect smile was brighter than before, his hair lighter than it seemed at the bar. Maybe I would feel differently after the fact, but right now, I was feeling mighty horny and might happy with my decision.

  “I hope not.”

  It’s just one night. It took a special circumstance and an unusually charming guy to get this far, just remember that. He seemed to remember that, too, by his facial expression, but he didn’t correct himself.

  “So, this is your place.”

  I gestured to the house as he pulled the bike into his open garage.

  “No, just borrowing it for the night,” he said. “My real place is a cardboard box downtown, but you know, I’m in with the billionaires in town, and he lets me pretend its his place when I meet a lovely lady.”

  “Very funny,” I said with a snort.

  My breath hitched when his fingertips brushed against my wrists on both hands, right over my pulse.

  “I’m a funny guy.”

  Then, before I could even make sense of anything, he was leaning in to kiss me.

  I hadn’t even been waiting on it that long, yet it felt like it took forever when I finally felt his lips against mine. His upper lip pressed mine apart and suckled my bottom lip, making me swoon and almost go light headed from it. I grasped his hands as the kiss deepened; I parted my lips more and leaned into the kiss. I only had to lift my chin up to kiss him, barely needing to exert any effort.

  He took control. Our crotches aligned and made me lust even more for him, clenching inside from just a kiss. His tongue flitted against my bottom lip, and I mewled against him. He pressed farther inside, and our tongues swirl together, his taste flooding my mouth. I felt my pulse quicken and pound in my head as the kiss went on; he was inviting me to an amount of pleasure I wouldn’t ever forget.

  And for it being my first time, he better not.

  When he released me, my eyes stayed closed. I tried to catch my breath before opening and looking into his soft, light eyes. He grinned at me in a way that made my knees weaker than they actually were.

  “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me inside. Not surprisingly, I followed eagerly.

  He unlocked the door and we stepped inside; his house felt completely normal and almost nothing was out of place. I had expected his place to be like a giant bachelor pad with pizza boxes and beer everywhere, but Zeke kept his home in pretty good condition, all things considered.

  It was a simple open concept; I could see the living and dining room all in the kitchen and a hall off to the right of it. It smelled kind of like him, with a warmer brown sugar scent. I smiled to myself and relaxed even more; it was as if everything was aligning for a dream first time.

  “I can give you the grand tour if you want.”

  I giggled and turned to face him.

  “That’s okay. As long as—”

  I didn’t even know what I was going to say before his lips collided with mine again. It was nothing like the one outside. So he meant a different kind of grand tour. Not that I’m complaining.

  His kiss had a purpose and I quickly followed it, wrapping my arms around his neck. His tongue pressed over mine at the same time his hands slid down my back and over my ass. I yelped against the kiss and felt taken by surprise the way he grabbed me like he owned me already… but it felt good. It felt even better when he gripped my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, cinching tight as he pressed me against the wall.

  He rubbed his cock against me and I moaned against him. There is way too much fabric in the way. I dragged my hands down his heavy shoulders and took off his jacket, the wall holding me up until his hands came back to my body, gripping me at my waist. I grinded myself against him, a thrum starting low in my body at feeling him.

  His cock hardened against my thigh, and all I could think of was seeing it. I could feel how big it was, and it made my heart leap in my chest. I broke the kiss to breathe, taking huge breaths from being really out of air. His eyes caught mine, and he grinned, licking his swollen lips.

  “You taste like strawberries.”

  “It’s the gloss.”

  He chuckled, leaning in to kiss my neck.

  “I like it. Now I’m wondering what else you taste like.”

  He drove his hips against me. I shivered, the sensation budding up from my clit, at how he found the right spot so easily and so effortlessly. He was like some sort of sex god; he wasn’t just handsome and charming and funny and witty and everything else. He knew what he was doing in bed. Oh, God help me, this is going to blow my mind to bits, isn’t it?

  And the fact that he even implied he was going to put his head between my legs…

  “You do that?”

  I laughed once, a bit nervously. The last time a man had gone down on me, I practically had to beg for it. He gave me a funn
y, almost bemused look, as if everyone did that.

  “I mean… you don’t know where people have been when you just met them.”

  Zeke just laughed, making my skin prickle all around. It was a bad sign for my self-control that just his laugh made me do that, but then again, at this point, was self-control even a necessity? Was it even something that I needed to worry myself about?

  “I guess I don’t. I could just ask you though. Allison, any reason why I can’t eat you out until you scream tonight?”

  He licked his lips and bit down. I widened my eyes from shock alone and ended up beside myself. It had been a good few months since—well, more than that—since I’d even kissed anyone, let alone had a man promise to devour me.

  “No,” I whispered.

  He let out a small growl I barely heard, and then he carried me off so fast, I laughed in surprise. He gripped my ass, and his warm hands were felt through my jeans and into my skin. His eyes stayed on mine until his lips met mine again.

  My fingers threaded into his hair, and I found it was as soft as I imagined it to be. While I liked kissing him a lot, I needed to feel his naked body against mine. I started working at his shirt once we got to his bedroom. He chuckled against me, breaking the kiss.

  “Eager, are we,” he said with laughter as I took his shirt off.

  “Shut up and let me do this,” I said.

  I got rather distracted by the state of his body. He was as rock hard as he felt, his abs chiseled down the midline to his happy trail of light hairs leading to an already very hard place. It was going to be the complete, perfect hookup experience.

  “You could take a picture.”

  “That’s okay, I’d rather interact with you.”

  I kissed him so he would shut up. Still, I had to admit I was in love hearing his deep voice circling around me.