Shades (Reckless Souls MC 3)

Chapter Sixteen

Shades

A sound in the distance wakes me up. I don’t know what it is, except it alarms me enough that I jackknife into a sitting position.

“Son of a bitch,” I growl as my head throbs like a motherfucker, and last night comes back to me in bits and pieces.

Dinner with Letty and her prim and proper but ultimately nice mother.

Touching Letty’s sweet cunt while I kissed the hell out of her on the side of her fancy-ass house.

Drinking away thoughts of Letty. Drinking more booze than I have in a long time because I can’t stop thinking about the sexy little church girl.

And the pissed-off hooker who said I had whiskey dick. No, pretty lady, I have Letty-dick.

“Shit.” More sounds come from downstairs, loud as fuck. At first. I think it’s an intruder, but the more I listen, the less that seems likely. And when the scent of hot black coffee hits my nose, I smile and jump out of bed, pausing at the feel of the cool morning air on my morning wood.

I look down with a smile, wondering if Letty was responsible for my naked state. My cock jumps at the thought, and I know it’s just a fantasy. At least I hope it is because there’s no fucking way I’d forget fucking her and making her scream my name while she creams all over my cock. My mouth. I snatch a pair of sweats from my dresser, step into them and make my way downstairs.

The closer I get to the bottom of the staircase, the more smells assault my senses and make my stomach growl with hunger.

“Good morning,” I say as I wander into the kitchen. My throat is dry, making my voice thick and groggy like I drank a bottle of rocks.

Letty gasps at the sound of my voice and turns from the stove with wide eyes that quickly lock onto mine. At first. Her gaze travels down from my face to my bare chest and down to my stomach, eyes growing wider at the sight of my muscles or maybe my tattoos. Her nostrils flare with heat as her gaze slips lower to my cock, now standing at half-mast and growing with every second she stares.

“Letty.”

“Oh. Uhm, right. Good morning. Feeling better?” Her question comes out bright, but her gaze is still on my cock, now rock hard. “Sorry.”

“I’m not,” I tell her with a smile. “The longer you look, the bigger it’s gonna get, honey.”

At those words, she blinks, and her gaze travels—slowly—back up to my face.

“I’m so sorry. Good morning,” she says again and turns back to the stove, turning off the burner and sliding a pile of scrambled eggs into a big bowl. “I made breakfast. Eat.”

“You made breakfast?”

She nods. “Eggs and toast. I figured you’d be in bad shape this morning. This should help.” Her smile is sheepish, almost shy, like she’s not sure if she’s overstepping.

“You make enough for two?”

She smiles and looks over at the table. “At least two. Are you expecting company?”

“I’ve already got company and apparently a nurse and a chef.” I walk over to her and reach past her, letting my arm brush against her tits as I reach for the coffee pot. She gasps, and my cock twitches in my sweatpants.

“Thank you for this, Letty. You didn’t have to, but I’m damn glad you did.”

Her cheeks blush prettily, and dammit, my cock is straining to get to her now.

“You’re welcome, Shades.”

I steer her toward the table and go back for another cup of coffee. “How do you take it?”

“Two splashes of cream and one sugar, brown if you have it.”

“Even bikers have coffee fixings, Letty.”

Her blue eyes widen. “I didn’t mean that. I just meant that I didn’t see any—”