Then I was amused.
Karma is gettin’ even with me for all the fuckin’ women I’ve used, discarded, fucked, and forgotten about. It’s downright fuckin’ funny that the one bitch I actually want to keep, was using me to get even with her ex.
I think we’ll be fine now. Long as Hemi stays the fuck outta my business. Think I’ll have her up to the clubhouse Friday and introduce her around. Not as my ol’ lady. Fuck that shit. But as the girl, who is off limits to those horny motherfuckers.
Holding her head the way I need it, I push my cock all the way to the back of her throat. She gags a little, but keeps her mouth nice and wide. “Good girl. You’re gonna swallow everything I give you.”
She whimpers a little, but it only cranks me up more. One more thrust out, then in and I’m coming so hard I can barely see straight. She sucks and licks every last drop then rests her head on my thigh when she’s finished. My hand brushes her hair off her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes. “Good girl,” I praise her. She responds by wriggling closer to me.
“You got homework, baby girl?”
“Just a little.”
“It’s gettin’ late. Why don’t you start on that, and I’ll make us some sandwiches for dinner.”
“But. You said you wanted me to do the cook—”
“I know what I said, baby girl. Changed my mind. Get to work.”
I tuck my cock away and kiss the top of her head before standing. The whole house is an open floor plan, so I’m able to watch her while I put dinner together. It doesn’t take me very long before I’m calling her to come sit at the counter.
“Come eat. Then you can finish your work.”
“Okay.”
Christ, the way she all but fuckin’ glides across the living room is sexy as fuck. She’s got no fuckin’ clue either. Graceful as a cat, she perches on one of the barstools and picks up her sandwich. Love a woman who has an appetite and I’ve yet to see her turn down food.
“Hey, you got one of those little plaid skirts?”
She quirks an eyebrow at me. “You mean like a schoolgirl type thing?”
“Yeah.”
“I think so. Why?”
“Want you to wear it for me Friday when I take you up to the clubhouse.”
Her eyes widen, cheeks flush, but her bottom lip trembling is what gets my attention.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
It fuckin’ dawns on me what she’s worried about. “I ain’t takin’ you up there to share you with anyone, babe. The opposite, actually. Want my brothers to know if they see you at the clubhouse, you’re off limits.” Especially fuckin’ Hemi.
But I keepthatto myself.
CHAPTER TEN
Karina
Friday nightI find myself dressed up like something out of an old Britney Spears video. When I told Dante I didn’t think I had everything I needed to complete the outfit, he handed me a wad of cash and told me to go shopping.
So I did.
Athena found all of it very amusing.
My father left me some angry voicemails during the week I haven’t bothered to return yet. Dante left Wednesday night on what he said was a “short run,” so he asked me to meet him at the clubhouse tonight, since he had to go straight there when he returned. Before he left he made sure I was thoroughly fucked and that the refrigerator was stocked.
