A Lighter Shade of Blue (Kings of Chaos Book 2) (9 page)

“I don’t need anyone other than Blue,” I state bluntly. A lot of men aren’t faithful. That’s never been a problem for me.

Psych scowls. “You make a convincing argument, and talk a good game. I’ll allow it. But if you hurt my little girl… I’m going to crush you. Don’t forget who taught you how to do your job,” he says. His voice is even and laced with the promise of violence. He and Wizard are damn good at their jobs.

I don’t want to be on the receiving end of punishment from either of them. “I hear you. Thanks for giving me your blessing.”

“I want to see Blue happy and with someone who understands this life. That chump she was bringing around rubbed me the wrong way.” Psych frowns. “Anyone would be better than him.”

I snicker. “His loss, my gain.”

“We’ll see. She ain’t going to be easy to win over, boy.”

“You know what they say about anything worth having,” I remark with a shrug and nod my head. I then head to the main room, ready to start chipping away at her resolve.

Rock music is blaring over the speakers while the scent of leather, alcohol, and smoke welcomes me home. I inhale the unique blend of sin. Scanning the crowd, I spot Blue and Bolt in a far corner with a group of other old ladies. I approach just as the old ladies say their good-byes and begin to leave with friendly waves.

“It’s good to have my family together,” I say loudly to be heard over the music. I wrap my arm around Blue’s waist, pull her body close to my side, and throw my other arm around Bolton’s shoulder. “The house ready for me?” I ask.

“Yeah, Dad, we fixed up the room next to Aunt Blue’s really nice,” Bolton replies.

“We got a lot of your things out of storage from your old place. I hope that’s okay?” Blue asks.

“It’s perfect. Anything you did will beat my last room,” I answer with a wink.

Bolton laughs, and Blue gives me a tiny smile.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you. I’m sure you’re going to celebrate, so we can get out of your hair whenever,” Blue says.

“The two people I want to party with are right here.” I catch her gaze.

She gasps slightly, and I squeeze her waist.

“W-we could s-stay a little bit longer,” she stammers.

“Good. Now catch me up to speed on you, Bolt.”

I listen as he rattles on about his classes and about what he thinks he wants to do out of school. I’m like a dehydrated sponge, soaking up the knowledge like water. The visits were never enough to make me feel fully involved with his life. I missed some important years, but I would make it up to him. Because he was my top priority. With no crazy-ass-baby-mama to fight, I could do things the way I wanted. It’s all about damage control at this point. I don’t want him to turn into one of the angry brothers who take too many risks and turn cold.

I glance over at Freeze. The brother had ice in his veins. It was good for taking care of business when we needed it, but it made many people uneasy.
Probably why he’s a nomad.
I don’t know if Bolton plans on taking after the family position as an enforcer, but I want to prepare him for life inside KOC. It requires a certain perspective to flourish. “You still got the dirt bike I left you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tomorrow you and I are going to take a ride.”

His face lights up, and my heart squeezes. You don’t understand the true depths of love until you become a parent. It’d make the hardest motherfucker soften.

“That’d be awesome, Dad.”

I rub the back of his head, relieved that he’s made it through three years without me, relatively unscathed. We shoot the shit for a while longer, and the party starts to pick up. I see club girls begin to integrate with the crowd. “What do you say we call it a night, kid, and I’ll catch up with you tomorrow?” I ask.

Bolt nods his head.

Blue attempts to step away from me, and I tighten my hold. “Not you. We’ve got some conversations to be had.”

“Now?” she asks. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are parted just so.

I want to lick them, thrust my tongue inside of her mouth, and discover her flavor.

“It’s your night, Shadow. You don’t need me here cock blocking.”

I laugh.
If you only knew the only place my cock wants to be buried…is inside of you.
“You won’t. You good to drive home, kid? I’ll bring your aunt when I come.”

“What? And leave him in the house solo?” she protests, weakly.

“Kid’s old enough. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I got this,” he assures her.

“There you go,” I say.

She opens her mouth to protest.

“It’s my first day back. This is what I want to do. You really going to deny me, darling?”

She clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head no.

“Good. You need anything from me, kid?”

Bolt looks from me to Blue, and I swear I see a hopeful expression blazing in the blue eyes that are identical to mine.

“Nope. See you guys tomorrow. I’m glad you’re back, Dad.” He flashes a large smile and slips off into the crowd.

“He’s grown up a lot,” I say.

“Yeah, he’s always been wise beyond his years, though,” she replies.

“Yeah. Club has a way of making you grow up faster than you should.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She looks up at me. “What’s so important you have to talk to me now? This is your night.”

“Like I said, I’m spending it with the person I want to be with.”

She visibly swallows.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more quiet.” I guide her through the writhing bodies dancing to the music and down the hall. Pausing outside of my room I pull out my key. “I’m not sure what I’m walking into, so bear with me.”

“It’s clean. I, um… I went over it the other day,” she says.

Already acting like my Old Lady.
“Thank you, Blue.”

“Hey, least I could do.” She smiles, while the tension leaves her face and her body.

When I push the door open, the scent of pine teases my nostrils. I inhale and step inside. There are clean, crisp sheets folded down over a black comforter that’s neatly tucked into my full size bed. The place looks like I left it. I let my eyes wander over the few family pictures I had hanging on the wall. I mentally shake my head and refocus my attention. “Have a seat.” I gesture to my bed. She does as I ask, and I take a deep breath. “I’ve had nothing but time to think about things. The mistakes I’ve made. The choices I wish I could change.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone, Shadow, least of all me. Why are you doing this?”

“So you can understand what’s about to happen.”

“What? You moving in?” Her brow furrows and her eyes darken with confusion.

“Let me get through this and then you can ask questions.”

“Okay.”

“The one regret I kept returning to was you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You, Blue. I never wanted Calla—”

“No! You don’t get to say this.” She jumps from the bed and stalks toward the door.

I grab her arm, spin her around, and place both my hands on either side of her head, pinning her to the door. “Yes, I do. Because it’s true. It was supposed to be you, Blue. That night she came in and pretended to be you.”

“W-what?”

“I kept this to myself for a long time. I wanted to keep Bolton safe, but he’s well on his way to being a man and has formed his own opinions of his mom. Nothing I do now will change that. I’m free to go after the one thing that’s been forbidden to me.”

Her chest heaves as she stares up at me. “I—why?”

“Because you care about people. You’re strong, but so fucking sweet I could get a cavity just from staring at you. Because I’ve been wondering what your eyes will look like when I make you come. How you’ll sound, what your scent will smell like mingled with mine. I’ve already had you a million different ways in my mind.”

“S-Shadow.”

“Tell me I’m alone in this.” I press my hips against her and rock, letting her feel what she’s done to me.

“I…I.” She shakes her head.

“You can’t, because you feel it too, don’t you? What’s always lurked beneath the surface between us?”

She closes her eyes and whimpers.

“Eyes, Blue. I want to see the emotions swimming in those browns.”

“We can’t.”

“Why?”

“It’s not right,” she whispers.

“Why? Everyone knows what I had with Calla was a joke. That vengeful bitch isn’t even here now. There are no more excuses.”

“Shadow.”

Impatient, and tired of being put off, I move forward and connect our lips. Lightning shoots through my body and fireworks flash behind my lids. I moan, plying her lips with my tongue.

She lifts her arms and wraps them around my neck, molding her curvy frame to mine.

My cock twitches, and I devour her. She tastes sweet, like mint and a hint of something more sugary. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss and she moans, allowing me entrance. When I rock against her, desperate for more friction, she rocks back, and I lose it. Stumbling back, I grip her thighs and lift her up, slamming her body against the door. If she had a skirt, I would’ve been balls deep by now. I was a patient man by nature, but right now, I was frantic to see, taste, and feel every inch of the woman I’d been jacking off to for three years. I thrust against her, swallowing her whimpers and moans. Her nails dig into my back. Our lips separate, and I suck in air.

She thrashes against me like a wild thing. “Oh my God, I’m going to… I’m going to—”

“That’s it, baby, let go for me. Let me make you come.” My fingers are digging into her flesh so hard I know there will be bruises. The thought makes me happy. I want every motherfucker who sees her to know she’s mine.

She throws her head back. Her body shakes as a keening wail spills from her full lips.

I latch onto her neck, sucking hard. I release her skin with a loud pop moments later, as she leans against me shaking. My dick is hard as a rock, and aching to experience her.
If I move too fast, I could lose her.
I grit my teeth, torn between blind need and morality. Walking away from the door, I carry her to my bed and place her limp body on it. “I need more, Blue.” I unbutton her top button. “I waited too long. I can’t slow down, babe.”

She lifts her hips to help me remove her jeans, and I can’t help but growl. “I’m going to make you forget everyone else.” Her aroma makes my mouth water. “You smell so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to taste that tight little pussy.” Her neatly trimmed curls glisten in the light. “You’re already so wet for me.” I shove her jeans and underwear down around her ankles, then I spread her legs. Waiting to undo her sneakers isn’t an option. I’m ravenous, and she’s a chocolate cream pie begging to be eaten. I trail my finger down her slick slit and moan as she coats my finger. “You got such a pretty pussy, baby.” She props herself up on her elbows, and I suck on my finger. “Best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Her eyes are hazy with desire, and trained on me.

“Keep those eyes on your man.” I lean down and lick a path up her cleft. She bucks her hips, and I pin her down, lapping at her nectar. Fire races through my body as she coats my tongue.

Her eyes grow unfocused. She falls onto the bed and buries her fingers in my hair.

I dive between her legs and nudge her swollen clit with my nose. She cries out as I nip, lick, and suckle her to orgasm. I slurp down her liquid, ravenous for her flavor.

“Oh, Shadow.”

“That’s right, baby. I’m the only who gets to touch you like this.” I pat her pussy.

With the action, she damn near jumps out of her skin. Her long fingers twine in the sheets and she moans deep in her throat.

“So fucking responsive. You’re a wet dream right now. Do you know how often I dreamt about you here like this?” I stand, unbuckle my pants, and shove them down.

She licks her lips. “H-how often?”

I stroke my cock. “Every single day.”

Her lower lip trembles and I can’t help but wonder how good her lips would be painted with the pre-cum dripping from my dick. I step forward, and she sits up like a good girl. Fuck, she’s hotter than hell. “Come here, baby, let me give you a little taste.” She scoots to the edge of the bed, and I run my tip over her perfect lips. “Look at my beautiful girl’s lips covered in my come. You like that?”

Her tongue flicks out to sample my flavor and she nods her head.

“Then be a good girl and open up for me.” Her jaw lowers, and I can’t help the tremors that begin.
This is finally happening
. I ease myself into her mouth. She hallows out her cheeks, and I’m in heaven. I wind her thick hair around my hand, and we find a rhythm. I hit the back of her throat, and she takes it, gagging slightly.
I swear to God, I’m going to fucking marry her.
“Fuck, we need to stop. I-I can’t last.” She grips my ass, digging her fingernails in, and bobs her head in a fast rhythm that has me spilling down her throat while I call out her name. She takes me down and cleans me with that delicate pink tongue of hers. I untangle my fingers from her hair and catch my breath.