Kinsmen MC (Complete Series)

by J. C. Allen

  “Why?”

  I closed up and played it off with a smile, chuckling once. Questions like these were making it harder for me to like her, and I didn’t feel like going down that road. I leaned in close to her, so close that our lips were a breath apart.

  “Let’s change the subject.”

  I closed the space and kissed her.

  Her lips were like plush pillows of strawberry tasting goodness that I couldn’t get enough of. I kept thinking this couldn’t be the only time I kissed her… but it had to be. I couldn’t deal with the questions and the prying; it was not my style at all and of zero interest to me.

  “This is an interesting subject,” she said.

  My tongue swirled with hers, the salty tastes mingling and coming together. I reached out and grabbed her, moving her onto my lap. I slid my fingers in her hair, her soft silky, red strands. I groaned against her mouth as my cock hardened, begging to be set free inside her once again. I had never been this crazy about a woman before—sincerely—never been this messed up, but here I was, shifting my priorities.

  “Zeke, you’re insatiable.”

  She rubbed her bare pussy over my cock, and I dug my fingers in her hips to keep from pulling out of my briefs and taking her right here, right now.

  “What did you expect?”

  I moved my lips over to her neck, finding the hickey I left the last time and continuing beside it. Soon, I wanted her entire neck to look like a hickey. I wanted the world to know that I had left my mark on her.

  Her pale flesh was soft and warm against my lips, leaving me in a trance. I slid my hands up her thighs. She was hot against my fingers as I grazed them over her clit. She cried out, falling back over the counter, baring herself to me. I slid two fingers in her as I ran my other hand up her chest and took one of her full, pert breast in my hands.

  “Oh god, don’t stop,” she moaned, her soft voice crying out.

  She was tight around my fingers as I curled them inside her, making her gush all over my hand. I used my palm to rub at her clit and get her there faster, moving her where I wanted her to be, right on the edge for me. I leaned forward and nibbled at her breast, running my tongue over her hard nipple. She shuddered, on the edge of another crushing orgasm, the only kind I know how to give. She tightened around my fingers when she came. I pulled back and watched her part her lips and inhale sharply, her bright green eyes somehow going brighter.

  It was a fucking beautiful sight to see.

  “Holy shit, Zeke.”

  “I get that a lot.”

  It took her a second to recover, but as soon as she did, she dipped her hand into my briefs, grabbing my cock in her hand. Her hand was warm and tight around me as she pumped me. She also grabbed the underside of my balls, and I about slid off the damn chair.

  “Allison, you better stop.”

  Her thumb flicked against my brim, her nail causing this soft sensation that started from inside that almost made me come on the spot.

  “If you weren’t such a manwhore, I’d show you my blowing skills.”

  She laughed against my lips as even I laughed too before she did this circling motion with her hand that stole my breath. I never imagined a girl could be so skilled with her hand, but right now, it was about to break me.

  “I can’t take this anymore.”

  I lifted her off me and took her to the couch, where I grabbed a condom from my stash in a box under the side table. I put it on in seconds before I slid into her.

  It was somehow better than before, tighter and hotter, and I had a feeling it might get better every time… which meant I’d be with her for more than just tonight… but I shoved that thought aside quickly. I rolled us over so she was straddled over me, and she started to ride me. She grabbed my shoulders and widened her legs, shoving herself over my cock.

  “I knew you’d be riding me tonight,” I said as we both removed our shirts.

  She kept going, swirling her hips around me. It gets hot and fast in less than seconds, and my cock was begging to be released before I could even process it. I sucked on her nipples in turn and left more hickeys across her chest—just how I wanted her to be. My hands held around her hips loosely as her pussy took my cock in all the way. I relished the sound of our slapping flesh and her gushing pussy around my cock, as well as the smell of her desire leaking around us. I committed it all to memory, hoping I could be strong enough not to actually go after it for more.

  Because goddamn, she was really unlike anything else I’d had. For someone who had never had a one night stand, she sure knew what she was doing.

  “Oh Zeke—oh god,” she said, her hips getting erratic as she reached her orgasm.

  She moans, half screeching as she came and collapsed over me. I was right behind her—my cock finished inside her, and I was officially spent. I held her close as I kissed her, over and over, until our breaths calmed down. I never kiss like this…

  “I think you’re a little insatiable too.”

  She smiled, lifting off me. I felt her staring at my semi-flaccid cock as I took the condom off and got up to throw it out. I smiled at her and committed her face to memory. Just like that, all flushed and gorgeous, because of me.

  And then, finally, the thing I thought I had wanted before we met happened.

  “I should get going.”

  “Yeah,” I said, but now the roles were reversed. I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted her to stay. I wanted us to fuck all night and then figure out what happened in the morning.

  But…

  Well, at least take her back. You can give her that.

  “It’s um… pretty late. Maybe I can drive you home.” I suggested.

  Her eyes widened as she couldn’t help staring at me.

  “Sorry, it’s just you’re standing here completely naked. But, um. Are rides home part of the Zeke experience?”

  For you, yes.

  “No, it’s not but—I mean, you’re from out of town so I have to make us look good. Us... small towners.”

  “Okay. I accept your free ride. I’ll get dressed.”

  Her eyes trailed on me, and I stared back until she was out of sight.

  I watched her walk away, but I didn’t know why it made me uneasy. Like I don’t want to be watching her walk away.

  6

  Allison

  Zeke was a bad idea, and I already knew it.

  From the first time I saw him at the bar I already knew it, but then, just like that, he was inside me. I knew that it was just one night… but it didn’t feel like it. Strangely, for his reputation, I almost began to think from his different actions that he wanted it to be more than one night, but there was no way it could be that way.

  Still, the way that he all but stared at me as I went to get dressed was something that I couldn’t pretend wasn’t happening. Maybe I was just being too optimistic and too drawn to what it could be, but I swore there was something there. Get it together, Allison. He’s not into you like that. It was sex, it was great, now leave it at that.

  Even if there was, I couldn’t be thinking like that. I’d be out of Minnesota in just a few months, and to get attached to anything, whether a one-night stand or a handsome man who wanted to make me his wife, was just setting myself up for heartbreak.

  The act of finding all my clothes where they were strewn was kind of funny, almost comical. But I found them all eventually. My tight jeans took a while to get on over my clammed skin, but I eventually did. I found my purse and phone and walked back out to the living room, where Zeke was standing and fluffing his pillows.

  “Are you redecorating?” I joked.

  “Nah, I have a niece and nephew that shouldn’t play on couches I had sex on.”

  I smiled and stared as he used fabric freshener. It was so… it was so normal, nonsexual, that it was kind of odd to see in a weird way.

  “It would be less than ideal. Did you wait for me to get dressed?”

  “I thought it’d be nice,” he admitted. “I�
��ll put something on and then we can go.”

  He brushed past me, and his fingers grazed my hip. In the silence as he got dressed, I sent a message to Marissa and Jenna to let them know I was heading back. I ignored their immediate responses; I wasn’t really looking to talk about this so much as I was prolong it a little longer.

  “Alright, the Zeke Experience is coming to an end!” he said with a clap.

  “I get credit for getting that experience.”

  I followed him outside, where the air hit, warm and breezy, even at this hour. I liked the weather here, and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since I had gotten here.

  We got over to his bike, and he handed me the helmet, black and lightweight even though it looked heavy. This was admittedly a far less arousing drive, but it was one I had to complete nevertheless.

  “So… where are we going?” he asked, helping me put the helmet on.

  His fingers brushed my chin—it seemed like a trademark move of his—and I looked up at him. He grinned at me, making me feel giddy inside. I shouldn’t be feeling giddy at all.

  “Um, downtown,” I said, reading out the address.

  “That’s not a hotel.”

  “What?” I ask.

  He stepped closer to me and our bodies were aligned again. It was going to be really hard to say no if he forced the issue at all.

  “Well, you said you’re from out of town, that’s a condo.”

  “You know the area that well?” I said with a giggle.

  “I grew up here, it would be a shame if I didn’t know.”

  I was beginning to feel captured once more, but it was the good kind of being captive, the kind I didn’t want to resist.

  “Hm. I can’t say the same but okay. Let’s go.”

  I moved to step around him… but he stopped me, his hands going to my waist. They were so massive, I almost felt his fingers meeting. So much for leaving. Not that I really mind.

  He looked into my eyes before he kissed me again. his hard-upper lip parting mine and his plush bottom securing around me, suckling my skin. His tongue darted out immediately and tasted me, swirling together with mine. I opened up to him and kissed him back hard, pressing my body to his. With all the sex we had just had, I didn’t know why my body was still getting aroused by him. I should have been tired, but he just gave me this new energy.

  I pulled apart and broke the kiss because I didn’t need bright new energy from someone I didn’t even know and would be leaving soon anyway.

  “It’s getting late,” I whispered, hoping that would be enough.

  The corners of his lips fell and he nodded.

  “Understood,” he said, like a child accepting his punishment.

  We got on the bike, and I cinched my body tightly to his but tried to make it so it didn’t feel as good as I had wanted it to. I needed the temptation to stop.

  I didn’t do a very good job.

  He did know exactly where he was going, not once having to stop or anything. He took the highway for a bit, and then we were on the backroads, winding down under the moonlight. His body clenched with every twist and turn, and I hung on tight, feeling him against me. I didn’t know why I felt sad at saying goodbye to him. I don’t even know him.

  I mean he’s funny and laid back and amazing in bed, but that’s it.

  We arrived at the town home, and he parked behind the SUV we rented. I got off the bike, used to the soreness, but it still stung a bit. I wondered if Jenna and Marissa were up, waiting for me—that was probably likely, if I was being totally honest.

  “I’ll walk you up.”

  “Thanks,” I said. Pretty sure most one-night stands like this are not so polite and courteous.

  The front lights were on, confirming my fear about Marissa and Jenna. Zeke stood in front of me at the doorway, half smiling at me.

  “No problem.”

  I started looking in my bag for the key but couldn’t find it, and then I groaned, realizing us girls only had one and were going to copy it tomorrow. Which meant they’d get to see me with Zeke in all of my slutty glory.

  “Is this the fake ‘I can’t find my keys’ stall for another kiss?” he said with a laugh.

  Not even thinking about earlier. I just read him wrong. He just wants to get more sex. Figured.

  “No I um… we just got into today and only have the one key. I’ll just tell them to let me in.”

  I start texting them, hoping that they were awake… but also that by texting, Zeke would get the hint.

  “Good thing I didn’t just drive away and leave you stranded.”

  “Yeah,” I said dryly over his laugh. “But you should probably go before they come.”

  Rather than seem offended, Zeke seemed amused by that.

  “Am I your shameful one night stand you can’t be seen with?”

  He licked his lips, arching his brows at me. The display was pretty sexy, but… no, no more.

  “No, I am saying this for your sake, Zeke. Thank you for… an amazing night. Let’s leave it at that.”

  “Yeah, sure,” he said, almost sounding disappointed. “Goodnight, Allison.”

  He leaned in and kissed my cheek before he strode back down the walkway and got on his bike. He waved over his shoulder at me again and then revved down the street. Now I’m just not sure if he really wanted more or if he’s just a huge charmer whose sexual actions could be mistaken for actual interest.

  The door opened a few moments later, with Marissa and Jenna catching sight of Zeke just as he rode off, much to my giant chagrin.

  “Oh my god, was that him?” Marissa screeched.

  Jenna was right behind her, more or less saying the same thing. They had already gotten into their pajamas, perhaps assuming I was going to spend the night. If I was going to get grief like this, I probably should have.

  “Um, yeah.”

  I stepped in and saw they had already invaded the space with hair products and random bow ties.

  “Tell us how it went!” Jenna said. “We have been waiting all night, after all.”

  I shook my head at them both. I could have pegged Zeke for being persistent and maybe my parents if they were somehow here, but these two?

  “I’m tired. I want to shower and sleep.”

  “From how tiring it was?” Marissa said, wiggling.

  I ignored her, going in my closet and taking off my shoes and socks.

  “It was fine and now it’s over,” I said once I couldn’t see them.

  “That can’t be all you have to say. You… Wow! You have hickeys everywhere.”

  Oh, God. So much for “now it’s over.” Now it’s just getting started as far as the gossip goes.

  “Yeah, I know. I felt them when they happened. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

  I shut the door behind me and locked it so they wouldn’t follow me and keep pestering me. Right now, I just needed some privacy to make sense of what had happened.

  Zeke’s scent and mouth on my body were much too enjoyable to me. I probably wouldn’t forget them for a long time… but I didn’t want that to be the case.

  The problem was that the sex was so good, it was better than good. We were frighteningly well connected, and we didn’t even know each other. It was never like that before. But it wasn’t just the sex; it was the way he looked at me and kissed me and talked to me.

  I told myself he did that with all of them, and that I was nothing special… but I still felt like it. I just had to be reasonable and wake up tomorrow and hope to forget about it.

  If I could. And right now, that was seeming less and less possible by the minute.

  I dried off and left the bathroom. I had figured that I would have some privacy here in my own room, but I underestimated Jenna and Marissa’s drive to learn more. They were laying on my bed and watching my TV. I threw on an oversized college tee for bed and squished myself between them, resigning myself to the interrogation that began shortly after.

  “So you really aren’t going to
tell us what happened?”

  I sighed. Just say it once and keep going.

  “It was amazing. And I am not even exaggerating. I mean he wasn’t just hung, he knew how to use it. I don’t know, it’s crazy that I don’t even know him because I felt so comfortable.”

  “It was your hormones taking over,” Jenna said with a snicker.

  I smiled and nodded.

  “Probably. And we talked after, had some mac and cheese. I thought we would just do it and go about our lives, but he was really nice. I don’t know, it’s weird not seeing him again.”

  I sighed in disbelief that I had actually said that out loud. But it did make me feel a little better. Perhaps confessing everything that had happened to my friends wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

  “Maybe he wanted to see you again too, you never know.”

  Yeah, but…

  “I never will,” I said. “I don’t even have his number or anything. It’s fine. He was hot, it was mind-blowing, and that’s it.”

  I motioned with my hands and meant it, but they just laughed at me. At least they didn’t further pester me about it.

  “This summer is all about having fun,” Marissa said. “You’re off to a good start.”

  “Yeah, that’s true. But I am all funned out for a while now.”

  My body was still sore everywhere, and I still could feel the way he gripped me.

  We were all exhausted from the road trip and fell asleep in the bed. The next morning, I woke up before them and explored the condo more. There was a little office with internet access. I… I didn’t know what I was doing, but…

  I searched “Kinsmen,” remembering the word from something Jenna had said before we passed out, and it came back with a bunch of info about the club and being a historical landmark… but nothing about them specifically. It was a dead chase, as I should have known it would be.

  I felt stupid for doing it. I had woken up thinking about him, and that obviously was not good at all. I need to get over this. Maybe it will just take a day or two.

  I went to the kitchen and brewed some coffee, finding other things to make for breakfast. The fridge came fully stocked along with the price of the place, so I took advantage and made pancakes and eggs for everyone.