“Sure.” She nods, reaching for it as I slip it off.
“I’ll get rid of it,” he tells me. I nod as Lil steps closer and waves.
“I’m driving Neaveh back. Powers is just getting his bike. He’s parked around front.”
“Alright, wait for him before you take off.”
“I will, don’t worry.” She walks over to her car before Nevaeh steps up to me.
“You love her.”
“Lil?” I frown, confused.
“Legs. It’s a good thing you boys wear helmets. I’m worried about the few brain cells you have left.
“Hilarious,” I deadpan.
She steps closer, her voice softening. “You love Legs.”
“Of course I do.”
“I wasn’t sure if this was a possessive thing. A ‘you don’t want her, but you don’t want anyone else to have her,’ kind of thing. From where I’m standing, nothing has changed since the day you drove her away from the clubhouse.”
“Then you haven’t been paying attention, Tink, because everything has changed. I’ve changed,” I admit, looking up at the building.
“Good. I’d hate to have to unleash my fists of fury on you.”
“God forbid,” I mutter as she walks past me to get to the car.
“Was she always this feisty?” I ask Amity.
She snorts before she shoves her helmet over her head. “I tried to warn you all she was trouble, but nobody listened to me. Hello, the consequences of your actions,” she cackles before doing an evil villain laugh, making G chuckle, and me roll my eyes.
“Everyone has lost their damn minds,” I huff before leaving them to it and heading upstairs.
I find Legs curled up on the sofa with a book in her lap, her eyes closed, and her head tilted back. She doesn’t stir when I close and bolt the door.
I take a moment to watch her. Nothing feels better than having her in my space, but it’s a double-edged sword. If she ever leaves, I’ll have to burn this place to the ground.
I strip out of my clothes and toss them in the laundry room before walking naked to the shower, needing to wash this fucking day away. I scrub my body all over and wash my hair before fisting my cock. What I really want to do is go out there and sink myself into Legs’s pussy and lose myself in her completely. But that’s not an option right now. I make do with my hand, imagining Legs’s lips wrapped around me, her inky blue eyes staring up at me as she swallows me down like a good girl. With that image in the forefront of my mind, it doesn’t take me long to cum, shooting ropes of it over my hand and stomach. I press my hand to the wall and wait until I catch my breath before cleaning myself off again. It isn’t until I flip the water off and turn around that I notice Legs standing in the doorway. Her cheeks are flushed with heat, her teeth biting into her lip, and her hand inside her panties as she watches me.
I push the door open and step out as her eyes run over every inch of my wet skin. “Come here, Legs,” I order.
She lifts her eyes to mine, looking dazed. She hesitates, unsure.
“It’s my job to take care of you, remember?” I coax as she takes a step toward me. “That’s it. Keep going.” This has to be her move.
She keeps walking slowly until she stops right in front of me. I pull her fingers free and lift her hand, slipping them into my mouth. I groan with pleasure at the taste, making her whimper. “Fuck. You just get sweeter and sweeter.”
I reach for the hem of her T-shirt and tug it over her head before reaching behind her and flipping open her bra with one hand. I tug the material free and feel my mouth water when her boobs bounce.
“They’ve grown,” I notice, dipping my head so I can swipe my tongue over a hardened nipple. She jolts at the contact, making me grin. “And more sensitive, too. Oh, we’re going to have so much fun with this.”
I drop down into a crouch, hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and drag them down her legs along with her panties. She steps out of them, leaving herself standing bare before me. I press my nose to her pussy and breath her in with a growl. Her scent intoxicates me like it always does. I slide my tongue out and drag it over her swollen clit. I can taste her arousal, and like the sweetest honey, I can’t get enough.
I pick her up and carry her to the vanity. I wait until she’s seated before lifting her legs and placing her heels on the counter’s edge, spreading her wide open for me. “Can you hold this position?”
She nods, panting. “Yes, but I don’t think this is a good idea. It will just confuse things.”
