Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

“You’re the only one who’d ever say that.”

“I know, and I like that, too.”

“Your claws are coming out. I like that. I heard about you and Trixie. You know she’s banned now?”

“I figured that would happen.”

“You did a good job handling it.”

“She knew better than to treat me like I was club ass.”

The fire blazing in her eyes reassures me I made the right decision. I worried about making her a target. I forced her out into the open, when she’d spent the majority of her life hidden. The tension is washed away along with the grime. “I think you missed a spot.”

“You think so? I thought I was saving the best for last.” She wraps her hand around my cock and squeezes.

When she begins to pump, I hiss and my hips move in rhythm. She’s like a snake charmer, getting me to do what she wants with little effort.

“You’re so hard and thick. I can’t wait to have you inside of me.”

My jaw drops. Has she been practicing this shit while I’ve been gone? Maybe I need to spend a month on the road more often. She stops and I growl in protest.

“Don’t worry, we’re just getting started.” She stands up.

I watch as she shimmies out of her tiny lace panties and pulls her dress over her head. Her pert pink nipples are begging for my mouth.

She climbs into the water and sits down on my lap. My cock is pressing against her pussy. “See, while you were gone, I did a lot of thinking.” She rises, grips my base, and slowly sinks down on my length.

I can’t help the sigh of relief that comes from being inside of her.

“I went and started the pill, because I want to feel you come inside of me.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do.” She slams down on my dick.

My eyes roll back in my head. Grabbing her hips I give her what she wants.

She grips my hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. Water sloshes around us and onto the floor. She flexes her muscles and I pound into her. She takes it like a champ, begging for more. I want to hold off, but it’s been a while, and she’s had me running hot from the second I stepped inside the house.

“Gage.” She throws her head back.

Her walls tighten and I dig my fingers into her flesh. “Come for me. Now, Nev.”

She locks her greens on me and I explode inside of her, filling her to the brim. I’d never gone bare with anyone else, let alone come in them. It was an almost religious experience, giving her a piece of myself. Knowing a part of me is lingering inside of her makes me want to drill into her all over again.

She leans against my shoulder, limp and pliable, as our breathing evens out.

What are you doing to me? You’re making a monster remember how to feel. I smooth her wet hair back. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” She sighs dreamily.

I chuckle. “Come on, let’s get out.” We stand as I step out, grab a towel, and bundle up my precious cargo. I always thought men who were soft, were weak. Now I understand, they have a different kind of strength. “Let’s go get dressed. I’ve been dreaming of a steak for the past week.” I can’t say I want to take her somewhere nice—it’s not who I am—but she doesn’t need the words. That’s the best thing about my old lady. Caring is all action based. To her, words are meaningless fluff that may be pleasing to the ears, but they mean jackshit in the long run. We head to the bedroom that’s gone from mine to ours and I take in the changes. Girly shit lines my dresser, the closet is packed to the brim, and the bedspread has matching sheets and a ruffled skirt. My upper lip quirks up. She’s made the house a home.

“What?” She slides on slinky black dress and glances at me over her shoulder.

“I’m thinking about bending you over, flipping up your skirt, and fucking you again.”

She spins and shakes her head. “Oh no, you promised me sustenance, Gage.”