Kisses and Warfare

Chapter TenBlazeKat backs away from me, taking her sweet lips with her. They’re painted a vibrant red tonight to match her red lace shirt.

“I’ve run this place long before you came along.” She crosses her arms over her chest in defiance, which naturally pushes her tits up higher. “Why didn’t you tell them it was your place?” she asks, probing further.

“Because,” I say, stepping back up to her. She takes a step away until her back touches the door. “If they knew this place was mine, they wouldn’t have just walked away. You would have more issues if they knew,” I say to her.

It’s true, Wretched MC, which is a stupid fucking name, are trouble. And they thrive on making mayhem wherever they go.

“They know you hang here, so I think the issue is still relevant.”

“Why did you have to walk so close to them,” I breathe over her. My fists tighten at my sides to stop myself from touching her.

“Oh, look at you. Are you trying to be protective? It’s cute, really.” She drops her head to the side while smirking at me. “I’ve been doing this long before you walked in that door, and I will be doing it long after you are gone.” She goes to push past me, but I block her way. “Move, Blaze.”

“No,” I growl.

Kat gives me an eye roll, and I want to spank her, so fucking badly.

Instead, I clench my fists harder.

“Do you plan to change how I run things?” Her voice picks up a notch. While she waits for my answer, her lips thin. She’s nervous I’ll change things, upset what she’s built here.

“Do you want me to?”

“No,” she answers straight away.

“Okay, then that’s sorted. You stay running things the way they are, and I’ll come in as I do to watch over you.”

“Watch me?”

“Yes, you’re interesting to watch. Even with all that damn attitude.”

Kat’s mouth opens, and just when I think she’s going to say something, she closes it again, but then she states, “Is that all?”

“No comeback! What’s going on?”

Someone knocks on the door behind her, making her jump straight into me. I grip her shoulders, holding her tight and lean down. She smells good. So fucking good. Without thinking, I lean forward and let my lips wander to the crook of her neck, which is exposed from her hair piled up high on her head. She smells like strawberries, and it takes everything in me to not bite her.

“Blaze.”

“Hmmm,” I say, my tongue darting out.

Kat shivers under my touch, and I have to control myself. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted something so sweet that I have to contain myself.

“Do you want to engage in warfare with me?” she asks, and I stop.

When I look back up to her, her eyes have gone a darker blue, and her breathing is heavy.

“Warfare,” I say through pursed lips. “Yes, warfare with you should be interesting.”

Another knock comes on the door, and she turns her body, coming back into contact with mine when she opens it.

“Are you coming out? It’s getting late,” Rochelle says through the door.

I reach out and touch Kat’s hip, my hand hidden from Rochelle, and then slide it over her ass. She doesn’t move or shove me away—she simply stares at her sister.

“Yes, just checking over some things. I won’t be long,” she somehow manages to say.

Rochelle looks past her to me, gives me a hard look, then turns on her heels and walks away. The sisters are so much alike, and yet so different. They have similar looks, but Kat is edgier, wilder. Especially that mouth of hers.

She shuts the door and turns around, making my hand drop from her perfect ass.

“What the fuck,” she mutters while shaking her head. Then she steps forward and cups my cock in her hand. She’s done this before, but this time it’s gentler. “I was going to keep this thing professional, but you just had to go and grab my fucking ass, didn’t you?” She bites at my ear, and I feel my cock strain in my trousers at her words. “You don’t want to engage with me. I will break you, little boy.” She squeezes my cock, then steps away.

Hold the fuck on.

Did she just call my cock, little boy?

Before I can stop myself, I walk back to her. Her legs hit the desk and I push her back on it, then lean forward, my lips touching hers but not moving.

Pressing my hips into hers so she can feel me, I state, “Nothing about me is little. You feel that?”

“No,” she says through our close lips.

“Cheeky, Katarina.”

Her eyes flare at her name, and I bite her bottom lip, pushing back down on her again so she can be sure to feel all of me. Her hands go to my chest and she pushes me up so she can stand. She turns so I have my back to her desk, then she pushes me back, and I let her.