A Lighter Shade of Blue (Kings of Chaos 2)

She fingers one, looking shocked. “How can I be so sad and feel so good? I want you, Shadow.”

“Babe, it’s the drugs.”

“No, Holt. I want to forget his hands on me. The way he used my body against me… Please.” She wiggles her ass and rubs against my crotch.

We’re both covered in the blood of our enemy and it turns me on. She’s everything I wanted and more. A woman who can stand on her own when need be and keep her shit together when the crazy hits.

“Please, Holt. There’s this ache,” she whimpers.

“I know there is, baby. It’s a side effect of the drug. You ever take E before?”

“No, I’ve only smoked weed. Oh God! I’m on fire. My pussy is so wet.”

I’m floored when she sticks her hands in her pants and starts to rub her pussy right in front of me.

“I don’t want to remember his hands anymore, Holt. I want yours. Come here.” She pauses. “Or was he right, do you not want me now?”

It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her be demanding. How can I not respond? I drop to my knees. If my woman wants me to make her forget, that’s what I’ll do. I yank her pants down. “I’ll always want you, girl.” I spread her legs, grip her thighs, and attack her glistening pussy. This is madness. I’m eating her like a ripe fruit with a body less than a foot away, and my brothers due any minute. I flick her clit and circle her entrance.

She rocks her hips, and thrusts back hard. “Yes, Shadow, eat me, baby.” Her fingers dig into my hair; her nails scratch my scalp.

I suck her nub into my mouth.

She’s wild—bucking, scratching, and screaming.

I curve my finger and hit her spot.

She splinters, gushing on my hands like a river with a broken damn.

I lap her up and pull back, righting her clothing, before she can ask for more. I’ve done E. I know the way it makes you feel. No amount of sex is enough. I kiss her stomach and stand. “Come on, cleaners will be here soon. You don’t have to be here to see what comes next.” Wrapping my arm around her, I guide her outside to the car.

The ride to our house is silent and I want to go back and fill the fucker with holes all over again for making what was once perfection…awkward. With the drugs coursing through her veins, I have to walk with caution. I don’t want her to feel rejected or used. It’s a shitty place to be and a thin line to walk.

I take her to the house and help her upstairs where I run a shower. She’s quiet. The content expression on her face tells me she’s still rolling. She’s going to crash once she comes down. “Let’s get you clean, baby.”

“Are you coming in with me?” she purrs like a sex kitten.

“As soon as I take care of our clothes.” I strip her down, get her into the shower, and take off all my clothes. Butt naked, I gather everything into a trash bag, and grab the bleach, going over everything we could’ve contaminated. I’ll have someone burn the clothes at a designated site we own. Sure I caught everything, I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and return to the bathroom. I pop the cap, throw it into the basket, and step inside. “Here, babe, I need you to drink this for me.”

“The water feels so good on my skin. It’s never felt like this before.” She raises her face to the water and turns her head from the left to the right.

“The drugs are making everything sensitive.” I kiss the side of her head, grateful she didn’t get a bad batch.

“Oh.” She accepts the water from me and begins to drink.

I use the time to do a quick scrub down.

“All done,” she sings.

“Good girl. Rinse off, so we can get dressed. We need to get to the clubhouse. They’re doing lockdown and I have church, Okay?”

“All right, Shadow,” she says docilely.

I miss my spunky spitfire with a sweet nature. The drugs need to pass soon.

“Where’s your girl?” Stone asks as I walk into church.

“Sleeping in my dorm room finally. I’ve been plying her with water, and checking on her every thirty minutes or so. The fuck gave her E.”