“You’re fucking drenching my fingers, princess,” he growled. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”
I moaned, my thighs clenching together to push his fingers into me further. His thumb swept over my clit, sending sparks throughout my entire body.
“Soak my fucking fingers, princess,” he grunted as he pushed two fingers into me at the same time sweeping across my clit. I screamed out, the birds flying from the trees above as my body pulsed at his fingers' intrusion. “Give it to me like a good girl.”
That was it.
Praise kink: unlocked.
I felt my pussy pulsate around his fingers as the torrent of waves washed over me. I would have fallen to my knees if he hadn’t had a firm grasp around my waist. When I could breathe again, he let me fall to my knees, just as I heard the sound of his pants being unzipped and he knelt behind me, pulling my skirt up. The cool air around us hit my wet pussy and caused me to gasp. My need for him was growing. I was about to turn around when I feltthe head of his cock push into my core, slamming all the way into me in one thrust. I could barely breathe as he pulled out and did it again, and again. Slowly, one of his hands snaked around my throat and squeezed. I saw stars as he fucked into me hard and fast. Pleasure washed over me once I started to feel a little lightheaded.
He was perfect.
Everything about him was perfect.
And he was all fucking mine.
I screamed out his name just as my orgasm hit so hard that I fell to the ground, my hands barely keeping me upright. A few more pumps and Rebel followed me over the edge. Our breathing was heavy, our bodies slick with sweat, as we waited for our limbs to come back to the land of the living.
“Fuck me, princess, that was hot.”
“Now you know why I read those books.”
“Tell you what,” he huffed. “Any time you have a scene you wanna play out, you let me know, yeah?”
I giggled as I looked up at him. “You got it. Now carry me home and put me in the shower and clean me up.”
Kendrick’s chuckle was warm and loving. “Anything for my princess.”
TWELVE
Rebel
Brogan stood at the bar in a casual tee and jeans. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him wear jeans before. He was drinking whiskey and looked like he wanted to murder someone.
“He all good?” I asked Shona when she came to my side of the bar and handed me a beer.
“He lost his job,” she said. “Give him time.”
Darby was sitting in the booth with Ryleigh, Kayleigh and Aoife, the sister of Fury and the wife of the Dublin Dia, Eamon. He was in with Ace and Hawk now in the chapel. I had no idea why but after a few weeks of our lives going back to normal, I wasready for the next onslaught of whatever was going to come our way.
“What happened?” I moved beside Brogan and sat down.
“Corrupt fuckers,” he grunted. “They knew what I was doing and used it against me. Fuck them. I don’t want to work for some corrupt fucking machine anyway.”
“Come join us?” I knew Ace had offered it to him before and it wouldn’t hurt to have someone like him in our club.
“You really want a cop?”
“You ain’t a cop no more, Brogan,” I offered. “Now, you’re just a rogue without a cause.”
He chuckled and tossed back another shot of whiskey. Pushing off the bar. “I got a woman to see.”
I clapped him on the back. “Go get her, Rogue.”
Brogan left the clubhouse and I moved over to Darby. Being without her for too long wasn’t something I was keen on.
“What are you laughing about?” I asked.
