With a growl, I dip my head to her chest and wrap my mouth around her nipple, suckling hard on the bead as I slam into her wet cunt. She cries out, rolling her hips to meet me until the wet sound of our lovemaking fills the room. Dirty. Obscene. Perfect.
“Kyle, oh God,” she sobs, her hips moving erratically with mine, nails scratching down my back, and I feel her teeter close to the edge with me. I bite gently at her nipple and that sends her jumping right off with a scream. She thrashes against me, her legs trembling around my waist, and I groan when her pussy grips me tight, clenching involuntarily around my cock, viciously yanking me off the edge.
I climax with a hoarse growl, and I’m practically snarling as I pound my cock into her, flooding her womb with my seed. It’s feral, the need that claws at me, pushing me into taking her fast and hard until she’s milked me of every drop. I find her mouth with mine, kissing her like a man staking a claim. “So beautiful. All mine,” I breathe into the kiss, rocking lazily into her pulsing sex. “I’ll protect you with my life, Viv.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, deepening the kiss. It’s innocent for a moment, but something blooms and before long, I feel myself start to harden again inside of her.
“I think we’ve given the city enough of a show,” I tell her, pushing off the window to carry her to bed. She whines when my cock slips out of her but I wait until we’re in bed before sliding back into her tight warmth. I lean down to add, “Viv—you know I would never truly let you be so exposed like that if someone could actually see us, right? You’re mine, and no one else gets to see you like this. It’s fun to pretend, but I just…need you to know, you’re safe with me.”
She smiles up at me sweetly as I start to thrust in and out of her slowly, bracing my arms on the bed to hold my weight offof her. “I know I’m safe with you, Kyle. Always.” She gasps on a particularly deep thrust, her eyes fluttering back in her head. “Only yours.”
This time, when we make love, I take it slow. The need to spill is not as urgent as before, allowing me to explore more of her as I suckle her nipples and tease her clit with my thumb. I take and take…giving just as much.
It’s way past midnight when we finally pull apart, sated, limbs tangled, bodies deliciously sore and lax. I hold her in my arms as she falls asleep before allowing my thoughts to focus on the past she’s running from.
Rick.
I’ll find the man if I have to comb through LA to do so, and when I’m done, he’ll be nothing but a shell of his former self. With that settled, I allow myself to fall.
Chapter Five
Viv
Mother was a beautiful woman before she had kids.
At least that’s the gospel she preached my entire life, and from the photos I’ve seen of her past, I can’t argue that. She had this thick mane of dark brown hair and these golden hazel eyes that I bet attracted a lot of attention. There was light in her eyes, so bright that she looked like an entirely different person than the one I grew up seeing. She had dreams and a whole lot of life ahead of her.
And one day, she fell in love with a man.
In her own words, she allowed herself to be charmed by a man who had the looks of a devil and the heart of one too. She turned a blind eye to all the things that were wrong with him and believed the love she felt for him was strong enough to smooth his rough edges. And when she realized she was pregnant with Knox, she thought a baby would give him even more reason to stay. But no, that man abandoned her, leaving her alone with her son. By her own admission, Knox practically had to raise himself, especially after she started caring more about drugs than her own child.
Sixteen years after having Knox, my mother fell for yet another handsome devil. No different from the last and yet, she believedher love would save them. She fell for his smooth tongue and endless promises, forgave or chose to ignore all the things that were wrong with this man as well.
And then she had me.
And just like with Knox, her pregnancy scared off her man. Neither Knox or I ever met our fathers. And our mother was often on a bender, unable to give us the love we deserved. Knox found friendship and belonging in other places, and took care of himself and me. When he was around, I always felt safe and loved.
Then, after she forced me to leave Knox behind, my mother was all I had. So I tried to be good, never complained. I was quiet as a mouse and tried to make myself small so she and whatever guy she was dating wouldn’t notice me. I didn’t say a word even when she used me to get Knox to send her money.
And then she met Rick, yet another “handsome devil” she fell for. But Rick was different from the others.
He stayed.
The two fed into each other’s toxicity, reveled in the chaos they both brought into our home, but unlike the others, Rick didn’t just have eyes for my mother. For five years, I pretended I didn’t notice the lustful looks he tossed my way, the suggestive comments he disguised as jokes, or the little touches he managed to sneak when he thought my mother wasn’t watching. Though I didn’t get the impression that she would care even if she did see.
I never wanted to be anything like my mother. Told myself I would never allow a man to lead me astray. I’d never fall in love with one so hard that I would feel rooted to them.
But now, I’m in love with Kyle, tangled up in him so deeply that I don’t know how I’ll ever let go.
Like my mother, I’ve fallen in love with a man with the face of a handsome devil and a tongue so honey-sweet it would give you cavities. I’ve allowed myself to fall, enough to have unprotected sex…over and over again. On every surface of that gorgeous hotel room, from the window to the bed and the bathroom counter, the shower then back to the bed again. We made love like rabbits and I can still feel it—him. The imprint of his fingers on my skin and the soreness that tells me I probably should have taken it a little easier, you know, being my first time and all.
But it’s more than just sex. There was a sense of relief and freedom when I shared that part of me with Kyle, when he held me close to his chest and whispered sweet nothings in my ears. Maybe if all we had between us was just sex, then I wouldn’t be panicking on the inside, but I am in love with Kyle. Christ, haven’t I learned a lesson from my mother?
A Rebel?
He belongs to a group of criminals.
I sigh when I spot the sign that tells us we’re approaching Omaha. A reminder of how close I am to finally meeting the brother I haven’t seen in ten years. Knox is the one person who has showed me the love and care I never got from our mother. Though I’m nervous about seeing him in person after all this time, and still unsure about his connection to the Steel Rebels, I feel like I’m finally going home.
