Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

Nevada’s squeal makes me grin. She’s infusing life in me, reviving pieces inside of me that had perished long ago. She’s a fucking miracle and she has no clue. Walking over to the stairs, I open my arms and catch her small frame as she launches from the second to last step. She’s soft, and smells like citrus and something I can only describe as Nevada. I bury my face into her neck, and inhale deep. When her legs wrap around my waist I moan. “Been on the road all day, babe. I need to wash the dust off.”

“How about you let me handle that?”

I pull back, pleasantly surprised that she’s taking the reins. “Yeah?”

She looks up at me from behind those ridiculously long lashes. “I missed you. I want to show you how much.”

“I’m all yours, Nev.”

Her smile chases away the insecurity I saw creep up in her eyes. How she thinks she’s anything short of amazing, I don’t know. The shit makes me want to throat-punch her father and worthless mother. I saw the shit they pulled. It would damage any child.

“I like the sound of that.” She circles her arms around my neck and leans back. “First stop, the bathroom, where I’m going to get you clean so I can dirty you up again.” Her eyes darken with lust.

A chill skitters up my spine. My cock goes from half-mast to jean busting as it strains against the seam of my pants. Cupping her ass to keep her steady, I take us to the bathroom. I close the door behind me and pause. “This is your show, I’m just a willing participate.”

“You sit down while I prepare the water.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I sit on the tub and take in her clothing. She’s wearing a slinky blue summer dress with flowers that hits her mid-thighs. It pops against her tan skin and teases me with glimpses of the stems I just had wrapped around me. “Am I allowed to touch, Ms. Nevada?”

She glances over her shoulder and deliberately bends over to start the water. “If you really must.”

“You fucking know I do.” I run my hands up her thighs, massaging them as I move up to the crease where they meet her hips. My knuckles brush against her pussy and she moans. “The heat is pouring off you. I bet if I slipped my fingers inside your panties you’d be wet.”

“Don’t let me stop you. You know I love it when you take control.”

Her breathy response sets me on fire. Holding her left leg to keep her steady as she leans over the tub, I slip my fingers in the side of her panties. Her moisture greets me like a welcome home sign. “Did you miss me whil

e I was gone?” I slide between her lips and she whimpers. “I can feel how much you did.” I circle her clit, slowly. I want her achy and desperate for my dick. She rocks her hips, seeking more, but I remove my hand, popping the fingers in my mouth. I suck off her sweet flavor. “Delicious.”

She huffs and turns to face me with pouty lips. “Just for that, I’m going to make you smell like a girl.” She walks to the double sink, grabs her pink crystal shit, and tosses it into the bathtub.

“You think I give a shit about that?” I arch an eyebrow. “I plan to be in you all night. I’ll smell like a girl after tonight anyway. You know you’re my favorite scent.”

Her face softens and I wrap my arm around her waist, then pull her to stand between my legs. She leans in and I trace the seam of her full lips for a moment before she opens her mouth and takes me in. I get drunk on her kisses. She’s that intoxicating. I tilt my head and delve deeper, replacing the frayed nerves and anger from the road with this euphoria. We part.

She tugs at the steel band of my arms. “I need to turn off the water.”

I let her go reluctantly, watching her as she walks away.

She turns back to me with a playful expression. “Now, you need to strip. I’ll let you get the boots and the cut, the rest I’ll handle.”

I slide out of my vest and she takes it away, hanging it on the hook in the bathroom. With the one thing I care about now taken care of, I’m free to focus on her. I make quick work of my boots and socks then toss them across the room by the door.

She smiles. “Excited?” she asks.

I cup the bulge in my pants. “What do you think?”

“That I better get started.” She trails her fingertips across the planes of my shoulders. “This has to go first. Arms up.” I lift them and she pulls the shirt over my head.

I never give my back to anyone, but this petite beauty with the angelic face has her hands wrapped around my heart. I haven’t fallen, but I’m damn close. Just as the anxiety hits, she scrapes her nails down my chest and the lust roars to the surface. Her fingers are nimble as she strips me down and drives me insane. Suddenly, I’m nude and I feel more vulnerable than I have since I was a child. Taking my hand she guides me to the tub, where I gratefully sink down into the heated water and drape my arms over the sides.

There’s something incredibly intimate about her soaping up a washcloth and sinking down to her knees beside me. She takes my hand and begins to cleanse me. The action sooths my dry, dusty flesh. I close my eyes and enjoy her gentle ministrations. I never had tender touches like this growing up. I was raised by the men of the club. Maybe that’s why I crave her and the emotions she brings forth.

“I like you like this.”

“Quiet?” I open one eye.

“No, sweet.”