White Knuckles (Lost Kings MC 7)

“Oh. Oh.” I’m so full. So overwhelmed. I can’t decide if I like it or not. My body and mind can’t keep up with all the different sensations.

He twists and pulls at the toy in my ass, teasing me until I realize I’m pressing back against him, desperately trying to get more of both sensations. His hands, his mouth, everything about him works to bring my overwhelmed body nothing but pleasure.

“Wyatt.” My voice turns desperate as his thrusts speed up.

“You feel so good. So fucking tight.” I hum with happiness at the praise. I want to return every bit of pleasure he gives me in whatever way he craves.

“Fucking come for me.” He grits out each word.

As if my body had been waiting for those exact words, I come undone. There’s nothing soft about this orgasm. I’m limp and tingling with satisfaction when Wyatt stills, making the sexiest groaning sound as he comes inside me. He lingers, kissing my back and shoulders. Soothing me with gentle touches before slowly pulling out.

I turn and try to push myself up.

“No, stay. Just like that,” Wyatt orders in his sex-rough voice that makes me freeze in place.

I’m lost in my own thoughts, my body humming with happiness, when he returns to clean me up. He swivels the toy in my ass, and my body jerks away.

“I can’t decide if I should make you wear this all day or take it out and give you a break.”

“Um, I vote to take it out. It’s weird.”

He leans over and teasingly bites at my shoulder, making happy growly noises against my ear. “Yeah, but it’s so much smaller than my dick.”

“Good thing that’s not going anywhere near my ass,” I challenge, trying to get some sense of what he plans to do.

What I get instead is a soft smack on my ass, and then he slowly drags the toy out. “I’ll be right back.”

I roll over on my back and watch him walk away. Powerful legs, perfect butt that I want to get my hands on. Something must be wrong with me because I can’t get enough of him.

“Did you drug me?” I call out.

He doesn’t answer until he’s back in the bedroom. “What?”

“Did you put something in my food? I can barely move, but I want you to fuck me again.”

I don’t have a chance to appreciate the wide grin on his face before he launches himself at me, playfully jumping on the bed and gathering me in his arms. He rolls us so I’m on top of him. “No drugs, you nut. I’m just that good.”

I lean down and press a quick kiss against his lips. “Yeah, you are.”

He pushes the hair out of my face and pins me with a serious stare. “Tell me the truth. Did you like that?”

“Umm. I like everything you do to me.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Sure it is.”

The exasperated breath he blows out fluffs my hair out of my eyes. “Did it feel good? Be honest.”

“Yes.” My admission comes out easier than I expected.

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Thank you.”

Playfully, I nip at him and he tickles my side. We tease each other like that for a few more minutes before he drags us out of bed and into the shower.

As we’re drying off, I let out a big yawn. “It’s barely morning, and I already need a nap.”

Wyatt takes the towel out of my hands and briskly rubs it over my shoulders and back. “Well, I’ve ridden you hard since we got here.”

“Yeah, you have.” I wiggle my butt at him and am rewarded with a solid smack on one cheek.

“Get your hot little ass dressed so we can go for a walk. Get some fresh air before breakfast,” he suggests.

“Sounds good.”

While we’re getting dressed, he tosses a pair of leggings at me. “Wear these.”

I don’t even blink at his bossy tone. Why bother when we both know it turns me on more than I’ll ever admit. “They’re really more for lounging around.”

“Yeah, but your ass looks fantastic in them.”

“My ass looks fantastic in everything.”

He stalks closer, then pulls me in for a hug, squeezing my butt. “Fuck, yeah it does. Especially in my hands.”

I laugh and duck out of his hold. “We’re never going to go for that walk if you start groping me.”

One corner of his mouth lifts in that sexy smirk I can’t resist. Picking up the leggings, I wave them in his face. “They’re not really carry-friendly.”

He grumbles a bunch of unhappy noises. “Yeah, I’d rather have you armed in case we run into a bear or you know, an ax murderer.”

“You’re really selling this walk.”

Eventually, we make it out of the house. Wyatt takes my hand, and we head into the woods behind the cabin. It seems like the last few months have been nothing but both of us working long hours. Whether it’s me and my photography or Wyatt’s gym and club duties keeping him busy, we haven’t had much time to fool around and just be together.

“I love being with you,” he says as if he’d read my thoughts.

I squeeze his hand. “I love being with you, too. We have fun together, right?”

“Always.” He stops and glances down at me with a serious expression. “Not just the sex—although, that’s fucking awesome.”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” I tease, jabbing my finger in his gut. That was stupid. His stomach’s like a brick wall. “Ow. I think I broke a nail.”

“Nutty girl.” He tugs me along a faint path through the woods. The trail follows a small stream, and I keep stopping to see if there are any fish.

“We don’t have any poles,” Wyatt says, stopping to check the water with me.

“What, you can’t play Tarzan and catch one with your bare hands for me?”

He busts up laughing. “I can, if that’s what you want.” Suddenly he stops and pulls me close. “What do you think about owning a cabin up here? Like this one?”

“We just built a house. You want to move here?” Is he suggesting leaving the club? I can’t imagine Wyatt wanting to do that.

“No. A vacation place. To get away from everything when we need to.”

“Oh. Sure,” I say off the cuff, certain he’s not serious, but his next words knock me sideways.

“It would make a nice wedding present for my girl.”

“What? Did you…is it ours?”

“Not yet. I wanted to see if we liked it first. The owner’s had it on the market for a while, so I think we can get it for a good price.”

The way he keeps saying we, even though I haven’t really done anything to contribute to our finances, I don’t know, it does something to me. It’s a silly thing to fixate on at the moment, but I can’t help it.

“I love it here. But I love wherever we go as long as we’re together.”

He gives me a soft smile and kisses my forehead.

“Really, Wyatt. Whatever you want is fine by me.”

“I’ve seen the pictures of your dream house on the beach,” he teases.

“Mmm…a hut in Belize where you can run around in a loin cloth all day would be perfection,” I joke back.

His mouth lifts into a sexy smirk. “That might be a little out of our price range right now.”

“Cabin in the woods works for me, too. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

He takes my hand again. We traipse through the woods together, enjoying the quiet. My stomach growls and I’m about to tell Wyatt I want to head back, when he suddenly stops.

“What?” I giggle and he shushes me.

All the fun is sucked right out of our morning.

Wyatt points to a spot ahead.

“It looks like a Christmas tree farm,” I whisper.

“Look closer.”

It takes a second to see what has him on alert. Growing in between the wide evergreens are giant pot plants.

“Take your Ruger out,” he says, so quietly I almost don’t hear him.

I lift my sweatshirt and pull the revolver Wyatt insisted I bring o

n our vacation from the holster inside my waistband.

He slips up his shirt, drawing his Glock into his hand. He’s completely still as his eyes scan the surrounding area. Finally, he points to a pole at the edge of the property.

Security cameras.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. “Go.” He nudges my arm and I turn but abruptly stop.

“Wyatt, wait!” I hush-shout.

He crashes into my back and wraps his hands around my upper arms to steady me.

I point to the black metal in front of me. “Bear trap.”

“Holy fuck. How the fuck did we miss that?” he whispers.

“I don’t know. Good thing we stopped or one of us would be missing a foot.”

He takes my hand again and carefully leads me back to the trail to our cabin. We don’t encounter anything else out of the ordinary.

I don’t question him, just keep moving. Even when he stops several times to make sure no one’s following us.

It’s a long walk. When our cabin’s in sight, I break into a run.

In my head, I’m running through a thousand scenarios. The little Christmas tree-pot farm we found appears to be the innocent set-up of a hobby-farmer. The camera and bear traps suggest something more sinister.

“I’m going to change and then I’ll fix breakfast,” Trinity says as I open the cabin door for her. “Are you all right?” She frowns and runs the back of her hand over my cheek.

“All good. I’m gonna grab some firewood. Lock the door behind you. I have the key.”

She doesn’t question me, just gives me a quick kiss and goes inside.

I will grab firewood—because I haven’t forgotten our plans to screw in front of a roaring fireplace, but I’m more interested in patrolling the perimeter of the property first. No one followed us back, I’m sure of that. It’s possible the camera was fake, and bear traps had more to do with actual bears than the pot farm.

Possible, but unlikely.

I walk around the outside of the cabin double-checking doors and windows.

Once I’m satisfied everything’s secure, I grab some logs and head inside.

After starting the fire, I follow Trinity’s happy humming to the kitchen.

Where I stop and stare.

“So maybe we won’t buy this cabin,” Trinity says while she’s busy chopping vegetables.

I can barely concentrate on her words though.

She’s in the kitchen wearing an apron and nothing else.

Hottest sight ever.

“Uh, yeah. Could be more than some local hippie growing his own supply.”

Not taking my eyes off her, I carefully place my Glock on the table and push one of the kitchen chairs against the wall so I can watch every move my little angel makes.

I end up sitting there with a dry mouth and a hard dick trying to play along.

She nods and turns to wash her hands, giving me a fantastic view of her naked ass.

“Isn’t it strange to have an outdoor grow-op in New York?” she asks over her shoulder.

I’m so busy staring at her ass it takes a few seconds longer than normal to process her question. “Yeah. Brilliant though. Some Podunk, harmless looking Christmas tree farm. Far away from town, from civilization.” I pause and think about the video camera and bear trap again. “Could’ve been dangerous if whoever’s growing it thought we were trying to steal their crop.”

“Or turn them in,” she says softly. “Even if they saw us on the camera, the fact that we didn’t get closer or take any pictures means they’ll probably leave us alone.”

Christ, she’s fucking smart. Too bad all my blood has rushed south and I’m only able to grunt in agreement.

“Up here, so far away from everything—there’s probably shady stuff going on all over the place,” she adds.

“True.”

She chuckles at my one word answer and tilts her head to the side, flashing a wink and smile my way. “At least it’s not a meth lab.”

“Positive thinking. Nice.” The last word comes out strangled because her apron gapes as she moves, providing me with a glimpse of side boob and perky nipple. I’m losing control over the situation below my belt. Sitting back, I undo the button of my shorts and ease the zipper down to relieve some of the pressure. “Whatcha making me?”

“I’m making us frittatas,” she answers without glancing over.

“Trin?”

“Yes?” She doesn’t turn. Doesn’t look at me. But there’s a teasing smile playing over her lips.

“Shut the stove off and come here.”

“But I’m right in the middle of making breakfast.” Her mouth might be protesting, but I catch the flick of her wrist as she twists the knob, turning the flame off.

“Get over here.” My voice comes out rough and demanding.

She runs her hands over the front of the apron a few times as she approaches. When she stops in front of me, her leg barely brushes up against mine. I tilt my head back, taking all of her in. Figuring out exactly what I want to do to her.

Slowly, I reach out and run my hands along the edge of the apron, the backs of my fingers barely graze her thighs. Her lips part, but she stays perfectly still.

I pat my thigh. “Sit.”

The corner of her mouth pulls up, as if she’s humoring me. She perches on my leg, keeping her toes on the floor.

My hand slips through a gap between the apron and her body, curling around her breast. “When’d you decide on this?”

Her eyes widen, as if she thinks I don’t approve. Grabbing her hand, I place it over my dick, so she knows exactly how much I love it.

“At home.”

“Mmm…I like it. You gonna do this for me all the time once we’re moved into our house?”

I’m rewarded with a sly smile. “If you want me to.”

Banding one arm around her waist, I shift her so her back’s against my chest. She reaches out to cover her legs with the little bit of apron, and I catch her hands in one of mine, pressing them between her breasts. My other hand arranges her legs so they’re draped over mine, leaving her wide open for whatever I want.

I trail my fingers up her thigh, stopping at her hip. “Are you wet, angel?” I ask against her ear.

She leans back even farther, resting her head against my shoulder, “Yes.”

I slide my hand down lower and stroke her inner thigh, then her pussy. She groans deep in her throat and struggles to open her legs wider. “Good girl,” I whisper as I slip one finger inside her. “When did you get wet?”

My thumb slides over her clit, and she jerks against me. I want to work her up until she’s restless and aching for my cock, but I’m not sure how long I can hold out. “Answer me.”

“Ah, when, what?”

“Do you want to come?”

She gasps and nods frantically. “I’m always wet around you,” she blurts out, panting hard.

I turn, nuzzling her neck, kissing and nipping while she squirms in my arms. “I like that answer.”

She lets out a soft snort. “Of course you…” the rest of her sentence is lost to the sweet sounds of her moaning as I add another finger and slowly pump them in and out of her.

“You want me to fuck you, Trin?”

She moans louder and my heart pounds.

Abruptly, I release her hands and untie the apron.

“Stand up.” Since she’s having trouble finding her balance, I guide her with my hands on her hips until she’s facing me.

The apron falls to the floor, leaving her bare and beautiful in front of me. I reach out and tease my fingers over her hard, pink nipples.

“Wyatt,” she whines.

“Love your whiny, begging voice.”

She purses her lips into the pout she knows I also love. “Don’t be mean.”

I sit up, grabbing the back of my shirt to take it off. With the material over my head, I’m only able to catch the faintest movement of her legs shifting. Rubbing together. “Problem, an

gel?”

Her lips curve into a sly smile once I have the shirt off. “Better now.”

“Come on.” I struggle to free my cock and grab her hip, digging my fingers into her ass to pull her forward. “Giddy up.”

Soft laughter falls from her lips as she straddles me. “Did you really just say that?”

“Yup.” Her nipples brush against my chest, and I pull her closer. Skin to skin. Nothing between us. I guide her to my dick. A hiss of air eases out of me as she takes me in slowly. She leans forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her lips touch mine. It’s that soft teasing kiss that finally flips me from lazily fucking around into beast mode. I wrap one arm around her hips, gripping her ass hard. My other hand cups the back of her neck, bringing her closer for another kiss.

She moans into my mouth while she circles her hips, riding me as much as she can while the tight hold I have on her ass restricts her movements. I give her one final kiss and help her sit up. “Look at you. So beautiful. How’d I get so lucky?”

“Uh…uh…” she stutters but never gets any words out. Instead, she struggles to grind into me harder.

I reach down and tap her leg. “Put your feet on the bars of the chair.”

I bite back a curse as she wriggles and finds a foothold. The chair creaks as she moves up and down.

A lick of panic races over her face. “We’re going to break the chair.”

“I got you.” My hands squeeze her ass. “Get to work.”

A slight smile plays over her lips. Then she closes her eyes. Tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and lets herself go. Each breath comes in a short, sharp burst.

“Wy—”

“Right here, angel. Come for me.”

Bracing her hands on my thighs, she leans back. So far the ends of her hair tickle my legs.

I place one of my big hands in the center of her chest, running it down her soft curves. “Come on, my dirty little angel.”

A small answering cry. I thrust up and she gasps.

“Oh.”

“That’s it,” I encourage. My situation’s quickly becoming critical, but I need her to come first, so I hang on. Her pleasure always comes before mine. That won’t change because we’re getting married. “Come on.” My hand slides down, my thumb finds her clit, rubbing and softly flicking until she jerks and cries out. I keep my fingers moving against her, drawing her orgasm out until she’s limp and clinging to me. “You’re not finished yet,” I warn.