Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

“No.”

I rub her ass. “One word.” Smack. Her ass jiggles in response to my blow. “One word.” I deliver ten more blows, five on each cheek. “And all of this can end.”

She rocks back and forth and circles her hips. I skim my fingers over her clit in a feather light touch good for torture, and too faint for release. She shudders. I lean in and nip my way up her flush, tugging lightly with my teeth. She pants. I stroke her once, twice more, and pull back.

She whimpers.

“You know what you need to do, B.” I surround her with my arms and run my dick along her lips. She glides back and forth, and I tap her swollen clit every so often.

“Oh, Jagger.”

“That feel good, baby?”

“Yes. So good.”

“Imagine how I’d feel stretching that tight little hole. Filling you up.”

She whimpers. I move to my knees and pull her to me, cupping her breast as I continue my torture. I roll her nipple between my fingers.

“Let me into your heart and your body and soul. I won’t stop until I have all three. Let’s complete what we’ve started.”

“Jagger.” The sound is ripped from her throat. Her orgasm and her submission are close. I can taste them on my tongue.

“What’s that, B?”

“Yes. Damn you. Yes.”

I drive home, and she screams as she wraps her arms around my neck. Our lips mate as our bodies find a quick rhythm. I bury my fingers into her hips as I pound inside her, so deep I swear I’m going to touch her heart. I move my hand around to slap her pussy, and she clamps down on me like a vice. I grunt as she quivers around me, coating me with her completion as I burst inside her like a rocket and bite down on the tender area between her neck and her shoulder. Spent, I release my hold.

“Mine. You’re mine now, B.”

She nods, as she rests against me. “Yours.”

“B, I-I—” the words get stuck in my throat. Disgusted with myself, I growl. Who knew three words never uttered before could be so impossible to speak?

“Me too.” She kisses me and I know she hears what I can’t say.

I’m as damaged as they come, yet somehow she manages to see past all that. Maybe that’s why she’s so special to me, her ability to make me think I can actually be a better man.

***

“Long time no see, Freeze,” Charm says as I cross the room.

“You back from the road?” I ask walking over to sit beside him at the bar.

“Yeah, planning on staying for a while. I hear you’re here permanently?”

“Yeah, brother. Ready to set down some roots, you know?” I shrug.

“I do,” he says in a voice older than his years. He and his family had been through the ringer over the past couple of years. Hell, since forever really. I think of his father, Mouth. They say you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, but they never said you couldn’t think badly of them. Mouth was a racist, bigoted asshole who didn’t believe in progress or change. He’d been a weed in the garden s

trangling us. My blood boils at the thought of the thing he’d done. Backstabbing, disloyal bastard.

“It’s good to have you back man.” I clap his shoulder and stand. “I’ll see you around.” I walk out of the room toward the office where mail is held. The door is open, so I know he’s not busy or not there. Either way, the mail will be in a file where I can access it.

I rap on the wall outside the office where he’s sitting at his desk. “Hey, P.”

“What’s up?” Stone asks.