Che (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 2)

"I think I'm somehow getting worse," she declared, beaming at me. "And that you're a dirty little liar trying to stroke my ego."

"Of all the things I could stroke on you, preciosa, your ego doesn't even make the top five," I told her, pulling her in close, my hips rocking into hers.

"Hey, don't start something you can't finish," she said, eyes already getting heated.

"Who says I can't finish?" I asked, my hands moving down her back to sink into her ass.

"Because we're baking," she said, pressing a hand to my chest, starting to push.

"I can multitask," I told her, leaning down, pressing my lips into her throat.

"Someone could walk in and see," she said as she started to melt against me as my tongue traced up the side of her ear.

"No one is here," I reminded her.

It was the first time we had the entire clubhouse to ourselves, without any threats of anyone returning anytime soon. Harmon and Huck were shopping for baby items in Miami, then meeting up with her brother for dinner. McCoy, Remy, and Seeley were out handling a drop.

Aside from the animals, we were alone.

"But what if someone..."

"They won't," I cut her off, sealing my lips over hers.

Any other objections she might have been conjuring up fell away as her hands started to slide down my back, sinking into my ass, dragging my hips closer to hers.

I pushed her back against the island, grinding my hips against her, feeling the need grip my system harder when she let out a throaty moan against my lips.

My hands moved down, yanking her pants and panties down. Then, lips breaking from hers, I reached down, grabbing her hips, lifting her up onto the counter.

"Che, no!" she objected, trying to slide back down. "This is a communal island," she added.

I'd once accidentally walked in on Seeley fucking a girl from behind while she ate out some other chick laying across the island.

I wasn't exactly worried about the sanctity of our communal spaces.

"Sass, yes," I shot back, smirk wicked as I lowered myself down, burying my face in her pussy, hearing the startled gasp followed by a low, needy whimper.

Reaching up, I pressed her back until she lay flat, yanking her legs up to slide over my shoulders as I curled over her, licking and sucking her clit until her inner thighs started to shake, then thrusting my fingers inside her, turning, and rubbing across her top wall, driving her up to, and right through, her orgasm, leaving her arching upward, letting out a loud moan.

Standing, I looked down at her as my fingers started to fuck her, hard and fast, barely giving her a chance to come down from her orgasm before I started driving her up again.

"Che, please," she moaned, pushing herself up.

She didn't need to ask again.

I yanked her back to the edge of the counter, slipped on a condom, and surged inside her, needing to pause, and take a deep breath to keep control over my need to come with her tight walls welcoming me inside.

"Che, hard," she demanded, rocking against me, her hands slipping under my shirt to rake down my back. "Yes," she sighed when I started to fuck her harder, faster, driving her up.

One arm hooked around her back, holding her from sliding away from me with the force behind my thrusts as my other hand slipped between her thighs, working her clit until I felt her walls tense around me.

"Come," I demanded, thrusting harder, pressing my thumb into her clit. "There," I groaned as her walls spasmed around me, milking my orgasm along with hers, leaving us both boneless and breathless for a long moment after.

"Oh my God!" Sass shrieked a moment later, dragging me out of the post-orgasm nothingness in my head.

And I realized it too.

Smoke.

The burning smell.

The cupcakes.

"Fuck," I hissed, turning to go toward the stove, tripping over my pants, nearly going down and whacking my head against the counter before I righted myself.

"Shit shit shit," she hissed, hopping off the counter to turn off the oven even as the smoke alarm started screaming, making the dogs bark maniacally as the parrot started screaming upstairs.

"It's alright," I said, having tossed the condom, and gotten my pants back on right, reaching up, I fanned a newspaper at the smoke detector as Sass pulled her own pants back on before grabbing an oven mitt, and reaching inside to get the ruined cupcakes.

"I'm going to take these outside," she said, making her way toward the back door. "Ayanna is not going to be happy to hear about this. She trusted you to..."

I waited for her to finish, but when a couple seconds passed, I called back, "Trusted me to do what?" I asked, lowering my arms when the alarm stopped beeping. "It's alright, guys," I said, patting one of the dogs' heads. "Sass, what are you doing?" I asked, making my way out the back door.