by Addison Jane
She arched her back and pushed her head back, her hips grinding just gently against me. I swirled my finger around her clit, watching her face.
Her eyes drifted closed, and she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Good?” I rasped, leaning in closer.
She nodded quickly and wiggled her hips again rubbing against my hand. I chuckled, pulling away and making her pout. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and I knew she was already searching for that moment of release, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
I reached around her for the white button-up shirt she had on which was simply bunched and tied up under her breasts. My fingers quickly freed the knot, and I pulled it back over her arms and dropped it on the ground.
Before she could place her palms back on the table, I grabbed her hands and pulled them back behind her, forcing her to arch her chest out. She didn’t protest, she didn’t argue.
“You’re gonna reach across the desk,” I told her, keeping my voice low. “Hold it and don’t let go.”
“Okay,” she murmured.
I released her hands, and she reached across the desk. Her hips didn’t quite rest on the edge which gave me some room to move without hurting her, but as her nipples touched the cold surface, she gasped. She looked over her shoulder at me and narrowed her eyes, and I couldn’t help but grin back.
“Don’t glare at me like it doesn’t feel good to be all laid out for me like a goddamn buffet.”
She took in a deep breath, a deep crimson instantly coloring her cheeks. “You want me to touch you, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she said breathily, her hands gripping a little tighter onto the other side of the desk. She pressed up on her toes wiggling her cute little ass in the air.
I undid the button on my jeans and zipped them down, letting them fall around my feet in a pile before kicking them to the side. My cock stood at attention already hard as a rock and aching. I crouched down, unable to keep myself from just having a taste.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice a little shaky. I wasn’t sure if it was because she was so worked up, or because she was actually confused about what I was about to do.
“I’m gonna taste you,” I told her as if it was fucking obvious as I grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, giving me a good look at her glistening lips. “Goddamn.”
She pushed up off the desk. I growled deep in my throat, and she immediately laid back down, but I could still feel her nerves.
She just needed to trust me.
She needed to let go.
I pulled her open to me and licked straight up her center, starting at her clit and working my way up, dipping my tongue deep inside her before pulling back.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her body lifting off the ground when I went back for more, this time, teasing her clit with my tongue and flicking back and forth. Her body shuddered as I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked gently.
Kennedy’s breathing was heavy, and her body wouldn’t stop moving. She couldn’t keep still as the pleasure moved through her. Her soft moans and the way she pushed back against my face made me want more of her, it made me want to give her everything.
I sat back, reaching up and stroking over her ass cheek, teasing it softly and trying to ignore the small imperfections and scars that decorated parts of her skin. I leaned forward pressing my lips to them. “Fucking hate seeing these,” I murmured.
Her body tightened. “I don’t want to think about them right now. I want to think about you. Make me think about you.”
I slipped my hand between her legs, stroking them up between her wet lips before sliding them inside her. She gasped, the sound followed by an excited and satisfied moan as I began pushing my fingers in and out of her pussy, loving the way it twitched and tightened every time I hit her favorite spot.
“Baby, I’m gonna make it so you never forget me.” Looking up, I found her looking back over her shoulder at me, a soft smile on her face.
God, she was fucking beautiful.
Pulling my fingers from inside her, I quickly began to strum them across her clit. Her eyes instantly rolled back, and the smile on her face dropped, her mouth falling open and her breath catching in her throat as she approached that peak.
She lifted on her toes, almost as if she was trying to escape because the pleasure was coming too quickly, but I refused to stop.
“Look at me while you come,” I snapped, and her eyes fluttered open just in time to catch my gaze as her whole body began to shudder and shake.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, inhaling sharp breaths as the wave hit her again and again. “Holy shit.”
“Good girl,” I praised with a smirk, even though watching her fall over that edge had me in some serious pain as my cock fucking begged for release. I leaned forward, swiping my tongue over her clit and tasting her one last time. Her entire body jumped off the table, no doubt the sensitivity like a shock. I laughed softly as I got back to my feet, my hands gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them apart as I lined my cock with her entrance. “Tell me what you want,” I ordered, even though I could tell by the way her body was writhing on the table in front of me, she was desperate for more.
“I want you,” she murmured.
I chuckled again, teasing her with the head of my cock, swiping it across her entrance. “Say the words, pretty girl.”
“Damn it, Repo. Please. I want you to fuck me.”
I pushed my hips forward filling her to the hilt.
She pushed up off the desk, throwing her head back and groaning loudly. “Holy shit.”
Fuck.
She was fucking drenched, and she was so goddamn tight. I pulled back and thrust forward again, holding her hips with one hand and trying to stop myself from just letting loose and fucking her hard because she felt that fucking good.
My free hand trailed up her back, pressing firmly with my palm, pushing her body flat on the desk. This was an odd feeling for me. I wanted to crowd her, to touch her, but I couldn’t quite figure out if it was for her or for me.
I didn’t want her to feel like I was just another guy out to fuck her, I wanted her to know she was more fucking important than that. I wanted her to know she was special, that this was different.
I slowed my thrusts, taking them long and torturously slow, making sure she felt every fucking inch of me surrounding her, consuming her. Placing my hands on either side of her body, I leaned over, dipping my head and placing soft kisses across her shoulder blades as I filled her with my cock.
She pushed back against me and pushed her body up off the table, leaning her head to the side, so her neck was exposed. My mouth latched onto her neck, my teeth tugging at her skin.
“Repo,” she rasped, breathless and trembling. “Please, I’m getting close.”
I hummed against her neck, thrusting a little harder up inside her, wanting to take my time with her, but at the same time, I knew neither of us were going to last long. The tension between us had been building for too long.
Gritting my teeth, I placed one hand under her, sliding it up the center of her chest to her throat. “Keep your hands on the table,” I warned her.
That was the only thing I needed, was for her hands to stay where I could see them. I wasn’t ready to be touched yet, not while I was so in the moment. I didn’t want to fucking ruin it if I lost my shit. I drew her body up, pulling it back, one hand at her hips with her back arched as I continued to fuck her, harder and harder. At the same time, I held my hand at her throat, loving the way she was so vulnerable in that moment.
“Please, oh my God, right there,” she hummed, her nails scratching at the desk as I fucked her harder, and with this angle, fucking deeper than before.
My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest, it was pounding so fucking hard, and my legs were shaking as I felt my balls tighten. “Fuck,” I cursed, feeling her tighten around me and hearing her moan loudly as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy was squeezing so tight it was
almost hard to fucking move. Then without warning, I jerked forward coming deep inside her with each short, sharp thrust.
My hand moved to the front of her throat, up into her hair, grabbing both her pigtails in my hand and pulling her head back. I pushed up hard inside her, and she sucked in a sharp breath. I groaned, burying my face in her exposed neck as she stayed captive where I held her. “Fuck,” I hissed, running my nose along the curve of her shoulder.
She giggled softly. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Pretty much.”
I let her hair go, and she instantly fell forward laying her body across the desk and taking in a few needed deep breaths. Her body was perfect. It was curvy in the right places, her skin was flushed a delicious shade of pink, and when she looked back at me, her eyes were bright and mischievous.
“Next time you try and get on that stage, I’m gonna have to fuck you over the bar so everyone knows,” I warned her, noticing the way her eyes sparkled, and the corner of her mouth curled up.
“Knows what?” she questioned, chewing on her lip.
“That I ain’t sharing,” I answered, trying not to use the words ‘owned’ or ‘mine’ even though that’s all I fucking wanted. “How’s that work for you?”
She pushed back against me, and I had to clench my jaw as her pussy tightened around my cock again. “Sounds good to me.” She giggled, the little fucking devil.
“You’re playing with fire.”
Her eyes lit up. “Well, at least I’ll feel amazing as I go down in flames.”
This woman.
REPO
“Hey, Reep!”
I looked over my shoulder to see Shake walking down the stairs with some papers in his hand. He had them rolled up and was tapping them against his hand as he skipped down the staircase. His brow was knitted between his eyes, his focus and his mind obviously on something heavy.
“You got a minute?” he asked, meeting me at the doorway where I was standing watching Meyah and Kennedy talk baby shit outside on the half-built patio area—a new addition. “You might want to read these before we call her over.”
I looked back at him and raised my eyebrow. “Those the papers from Wrench?”
He nodded, just once, letting me know that it probably wasn’t going to be exactly what I needed to hear. He held them out, and I cautiously took them, unrolling them line by line as I read the letter that Wrench had typed up.
“Fuck!” I cursed, only getting a couple sentences in before realizing that this changed things fucking entirely.
“Yup,” Shake agreed, knowing exactly what I meant.
Wrench hadn’t beaten around the bush, and as I flicked through the other papers, I flagged a couple, pulling them out of the roll and shoving them in the back pocket of my jeans. I was thankful my brother had been through with his investigation into this shit, but there were some things that I refused to subject Kennedy to unless she was adamant she needed to see the proof. This was already going to cause her enough fucking pain. And it was about to start a whole new shitstorm swirling above our heads with a completely different set of questions.
“I think it’s probably best if Shotgun and I sit in with you on this one, so we can discuss with her what steps she wants to take next,” Shake explained, and I agreed with a nod.
It would be good for them to show Kennedy that they have her back—that we have her back.
“Kennedy!” I called out, grabbing her attention. Both Meyah and she looked over, and I waved her in. “I need to chat with you.”
I could see the anxiety quickly take over her. I was starting to realize that it happened quite often, but that it could sort of come and go within a flash. I guess that happened, though, when you were constantly kept on your toes, not knowing from one moment to the next whether someone’s going to lose their head at you and start throwing punches. You’re always on edge, in an almost constant state of fear.
She got to her feet and spoke to Meyah quietly before jogging over to us. I held up the pieces of paper, and she looked at them questioningly. “What’s that?”
“Some information about your dad,” I told her simply, not about to draw it out or make it more dramatic than it had to be. “We’re gonna go down to Shotgun’s office. It’s important he and Shake hear this, too, so we can work out what the next step is.”
I could tell she was apprehensive. Her body floated even closer to mine than usual, her fingers even reaching out for the bottom of my club cut as we walked down the back hall behind the bar and kitchen to Shotgun’s office. The contact still made me shiver. I was becoming more and more accustom to her touch, but I still needed to prepare myself for it.
Shotgun’s door was open, and he was on the phone, but he nodded for us to enter anyway, holding up his finger so we knew he’d be done in a second. I ushered Kennedy over to the sofa at the side, so I could have her beside me when we read through the papers. I still wasn’t really sure what her reaction was going to be.
“Sorry,” Shotgun apologized as Shake shut the office door and moved to take a seat in one of the armchairs opposite our president. “What’s going on?”
“Wrench sent through the info on Kennedy’s dad,” Shake explained, nodding to me. “We thought you’d probably want to hear it.”
“Go ahead.”
I turned my body slightly toward Kennedy holding out the papers to her, but she shook her head looking up into my eyes. “I can’t read it, you need to tell me.”
I inhaled through my nose, gripping the roll of papers in my hand. “Your dad’s dead.”
Her hand instantly went to her mouth, the other hand to her stomach. Shake moved quickly, grabbing a trash can from beside Shotgun’s desk thrusting it at me. I held it close while with my other hand, I brushed away the hair from her face. She ignored the trash can but shook her head, the strands of hair flying lose again.
“He’s dead?” she asked as if maybe she hadn’t quite heard me right.
“Yeah, pretty girl,” I confirmed softly.
She took the trash can and put it to the side, letting me know she was okay for the minute but having it close by wasn’t a bad idea—and when she asked the next question that I knew was right on her tongue, I knew it might just end up straight back in her lap again.
“How long?”
I unrolled the papers and looked down reading over the information that Wrench had typed up. “The body was found almost six years ago.”
“You’re lying,” she whispered. I looked over at her as she pushed herself back against the arm of the chair looking across at me with a scowl, and her head tilted just a little to the side as if she was confused by what I was telling her. “That’s not… that would…” Her breathing was becoming heavy, and she kept shaking her head.
“Kennedy, calm down,” I ordered sternly, but she was up off the sofa in seconds already pacing the floor.
“What does that mean?” she demanded, her voice shaking. She twisted her hands together nervously and wouldn’t stop walking back and forth across Shotgun’s office. “Does that mean Crow lied, and he caught my dad after he stole the money? He didn’t have the money on him to pay it back? So Crow just shot him and came after us?”
I sighed and climbed to my feet, feeling like I needed to be ready to do something. I tossed the papers onto Shotgun’s desk before moving toward Kennedy, he picked them up and quickly started scanning the information, his face quickly changing to a heavy scowl. Kennedy was having an anxiety attack. It was taking over, she was losing it, but she needed to hear this so she could move on, and we could decide what to do next.
“No, pretty girl, it means there was no money.”
She stopped pacing, her body frozen and tears dripping onto her cheeks. I took another step toward her.
“It means Crow killed your dad, and then fabricated some lie about how he’s stolen their money, and it was up to you to pay it back.”
The room was silent for a second except for Shotgun who I heard curse in a whisper before he scrunch
ed up the papers in anger. “That slimy motherfucker.”
Kennedy looked at me, her body shaking and her fists clenched at her sides while tears just rolled over her cheeks and dripped from the bottom of her chin onto her tank top. “I owed him nothing,” she whispered, her voice so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. “There was no debt to pay.”
I stood right in front of her, her eyes continuing to hold mine as I brushed the tears from her cheeks.
“Because you thought he ran, he was never reported as a missing person,” Shake explained for me when I couldn’t find my words. I just knew I needed to be near her. Kennedy was stronger than she was given credit for, but she’d just been told that she’d spent the last five years in hell for fucking nothing. For no other goddamn reason other than Crow wanted to make her suffer.
“There was a body found burned beyond recognition at the same time your dad went missing, but at that point, the only way they could identify the body was through dental records, and they hadn’t matched with any person on file that they had.”
“Wrench got in touch with the coroner,” I explained. “It was him. And the cause of death was no accident. It was intentional.”
Kennedy ducked passed me and grabbed an empty bowl off one of the side tables and heaved it with all her might at the door. It fucking shattered, glass flying everyone.
“Kennedy!” I rushed forward, the glass crunching underneath my heavy riding boots and swept her up off the ground before she could fucking move and tear the bottom of her feet up. She slammed her palms against my chest, and it took everything I had to keep my fucking nerve and not let the swirling tension inside me hurt her.
“Reep, give her to me,” Shake ordered, but I shook my head.
No.
“I got it,” I managed to force out between my clenched teeth.
She fucking needed me whether she knew it, in that moment, or not. And if I had to go through hell right then, feeling like my entire body was on fire, feeling like my skin was covered in acid in order for her to feel better, then fuck it.
