“Hold on tight, Vegas,” he rasped against my ear as he pulled out.
I had nothing to grip, but I did my best to steady myself right before he slammed back inside of me and kept on going. There was no holding him back, not now that he’d let go and allowed his need to take over completely.
He fucked me with the ferocity I loved from him. The mirror heightened the experience, giving me a sensory experience like no other.
Not only was he inside me, he was also all over me with his eyes and his mouth. It was the hottest sex I’d ever had. The sight, the sound, the taste, the feel, the scent. It all collided in my mind, sparking one of the most intense orgasms I’d experienced. My legs turned to jelly as my eyes fluttered closed and I drifted away with the pleasure. I was vaguely aware of Nitro holding me up, still pounding into me, but it was like a distant sensation.
When his orgasm shattered through him, and my name thundered out of his mouth, I blinked my eyes open just in time to watch the beauty of him coming apart.
His body leant against mine while he recovered, pressing us hard against the mirror. “Jesus, woman, I should have put that mirror in weeks ago.”
“Yeah, you should have,” I agreed, breathlessly. “But I have to say, it’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.”
He pulled out of me and took a step back. Smacking my ass, he jerked his chin towards the shower and ordered, “I want you in that shower now. I’m gonna clean you up and then you’re gonna suck my dick.”
“Really? You think that bossing me around today is going to get you what you want?”
“Yeah, I fucking do. You’re getting what you wanted today, and I’m gonna need my dick sucked to get through it.”
I suppressed a laugh. Placing a hand to his cheek, I said with a little sarcasm, “Poor baby. The things you do for your woman.” He’d come through with the goods, though. I’d requested that we invite everyone over for lunch—his family, Monroe, Fox, Posey and Devil—and I knew he didn’t really want anyone but his family over, but he’d said yes to make me happy. And on top of that, he’d made sure the place had been tidied up and that we had all the food I wanted.
His eyes darkened. “In the shower, Vegas. And get ready to get on your knees.”
I did as he said, smiling as I moved. Christmas this year was going to be the best one I’d had in years.
3
King
“You gonna fuck that one or can I have her tonight?” Jacko asked as my gaze trailed after the hot piece of ass I’d been watching all night.
My eyes cut to him. He sat opposite me on the couches in the middle of the clubhouse bar. He’d had a long day and he was fucking wasted. Lifting my beer to my mouth, I tipped it back and took a long slug. I then said, “You’d be lucky to get your dick hard enough to show her a good time, brother. But be my guest.” It wasn’t like we had a shortage of whores to choose from.
He frowned as he leant forward. “You got a piece on the side, King? It’s not like you to share like that.”
I scowled at him. “You want her, go fucking get her now, otherwise she’s off the table,” I barked.
He didn’t hesitate another second, leaving me alone. Fucking finally. I rubbed my neck as I tried to relax. Trouble was, I was hard as a fucking rock. Had been for months. Usually, sex eased my tension, but even that wasn’t working lately.
Fuck.
I pushed up out of the couch and left the bar to head into my office. Being Christmas night, it was quiet at the clubhouse. Even at just after nine p.m. The few members around were either drunk or busy with pussy, which suited me because I craved some peace and fucking quiet after the rowdy day I’d been subjected to.
I found what I was looking for in the office fast, grabbed my shit and headed out to my bike. It was time Kree Stone and I had a talk.
***
“King,” Kree said hesitantly after she opened her front door to me.
My eyes dropped briefly to take in the tiny denim shorts and the loose-as-fuck white top she wore. The shorts revealed long thin tanned legs that went on for miles while the top hung so low I copped an eyeful of tits and a lacy pink bra, as well as a collarbone that revealed how thin she really was. Her hair was piled messily on top of her head and her face was bare of makeup. She was missing all the jewellery she usually wore at the clubhouse, which also meant she was missing the fucking jingle-jangle noise that followed her throughout the place.
Our eyes met and I caught the flash of irritation in hers. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d come over so late on Christmas or whether she was pissed off that I’d checked her body out. Not that I gave a fuck either way. Taking a step towards her, I pushed my way inside her house. “We need to talk.”
Without waiting for her to speak, I walked down her hallway towards what I figured was her kitchen. The door clicked closed behind me, and she muttered softly, “Sure, come on in.”
When I reached her kitchen, I turned to face her, ignoring the glare she was sending my way. “Jesus, Kree, you’ll burn your fucking house down with all these candles.”
They lined her hallway on shelves higher than my head and filled her kitchen and dining area, too. As I glanced around