Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

“Get used to it.” I pull out and drive home, finding an easy rhythm as I continue to open her up. “Relax, let me get inside that tight little pussy.”

“Oh, God.” Her cheeks flush.

“You like it when I talk to you like that, B? When I tell you how much I want you to cream all over my dick?” Her walls contract and I groan. “Tell me.”

“I-I love it.”

“Get that leg up for me, baby.”

She places her leg over my shoulder, and I grip the back of the neck as I drive deeper. Her muscles contract and her body trembles. A guttural moan slips from my throat as I pound into her. The wet sound of our bodies and her scream have me exploding like a geyser. I rest my head on her chest, listening to the erratic thumping beneath my ear. I pull out, and we both groan. I kiss her sternum and push away from her.

“I’m going to throw this away, and then we’re going to move to your bedroom.”

“My bedroom?”

“I’m nowhere near done with you, B.”

“Oh, Jesus.”

“You’ll be calling for him tonight before I’m done with you,” I promise.

She props herself up on her elbows, and I admire the site of her sated and relaxed. Her body is curvy with dips and swells, like a lush foreign land. Her eyes are aglow with a light that’s new to me. I want to keep it there.

***

Blanche placed her cards on the table, so it’s only right I do the same. I won’t throw her into the deep end. I opted to bring her to Dixie’s going away party at work. The small gathering will let her dip a toe into the water and get the word out. News traveled fast in the club. Somehow grown men are worse than the Paparazzi.

“What do I wear to a biker party?”

“It’s more a work party with people who happen to be bikers and bikers’ Old Ladies.”

“Not helping, Jagger.”

“Whatever you want to wear, baby. We’re not that uptight.” I lean back on the bed with my hands behind my head.

“Why don’t you asks, Jess?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“She said the same thing you did.”

“Whatever you wear, you’re a stunner. Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m meeting the people who’re like your family. How can I not be?”

I sigh as I sit up. “We need to talk.”

She spun. “You just told me not to worry.”

“This ain’t about you, B. It’s about me. Yeah, they’re my family, but I’m not close with most of them. They’re going to be surprised when I show up with you. I keep my private life to myself and my emotions—”

“Are frozen?”

I nod my head and open my legs, crooking my finger. She walks between my legs, and I grab her hips. “They’re going to wonder what the hell you’re doing with me. They won’t say anything to you, but they’ll study us and try to figure things out. I don’t want you paranoid. Truth be told, you’re too good for me. I know it, and they will too.”

“I don’t understand, Jagger. This is your family.”