White Heat (Lost Kings MC #5) (8 page)

Five seconds later, their door slams shut and laughing that turns to moaning is all we hear.

I grab a handful of Hope’s ass and nudge her down the hall.

“Let’s go be
spontaneous
again.”

“You’re not done?”

“Never.”

As if having my eyesight assaulted first thing this morning wasn’t bad enough, now my manhood’s been questioned by my girl. I need to fix that.

Trinity backs away from me as I shut the door.

“You should be more careful, Angel Face. I’ll fuck you in every corner of this clubhouse if you don’t watch your mouth.”

Her nervous giggles stir me up. “I was just trying to make Hope feel better. You embarrassed the shit out of her.”

“Price you pay for fucking in public. She’ll live.” That’s it. We’re done talking. I gather her in my arms and cut off any more noise by covering her mouth with mine.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers when I back off.

“Exactly.”

I give her a quick spin, the slight friction of her skin against mine excites me and I take a breath to calm down. I want to have fun with her and I want it to last.

Once her back’s nice and tight against my front, my arm bands around her waist to keep her there. The noise from across the hall woke us up, so she’s still in her sleep clothes—a soft, loose tanktop that provides a nice teasing view of her tits and a tiny pair of cotton shorts. My hand skims down her body going straight for her sleek legs. With firm fingers, I trace her inner thigh, sneaking right up under her shorts.

“Spread your legs.” She makes a soft moaning whimper at the harsh sound of my voice against her ear. “Now.”

Her feet inch apart. Just enough for me to shove my big hand against her pussy and stroke the soft, slick skin. “Hmm, turned on, angel?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

My hand that’s wrapped around her waist moves up to cup her tit, squeezing gently, brushing my thumb over her nipple. Under the flimsy fabric her nipples harden. I bury my nose against her neck to inhale more of her sweet-sleepy scent. My fingers keep working and rubbing in a way to build her up quick—because what I’m doing is torture for me. She squirms, her breathing harsh and uncontrolled.

Right there.

My fingers rub, increasing in speed. She shudders and lets out another moan. Just about to go off.

Abruptly, I jerk my hand away, kiss her cheek and head for the bathroom. “I’m off to take a spontaneous shower.”

“What?”

Spontaneous shower my ass. I need to jerk myself off. Now. I flip the water on, assuming she’ll follow me in to bitch me out. I plan to grab her, fuck her senseless against the shower wall…my crazed eyes dart around the bathroom…or maybe bend her over the sink? I haven’t decided.

The soft click of the bathroom door finally reaches me. I’m waiting in the shower, dick in hand for her to join me.

“Wrath?”

“Yeah, babe?” I answer before I really take notice of the tone of her voice.

“Are you mad at me?”

Aw fuck.

I whip open the shower door. “Get in here, you nut.” I grab her hand and yank her into the shower—clothes and all—with me. She yelps, drenched in seconds, thin, wet fabric clinging to every curve. Scared honey eyes blink up at me. Cradling her head with my hand, I brush my thumb over her cheek while backing her up against the wall.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I’m not sure where our little game went wrong, but I hate that she feels she has to apologize to me. “Nothing to be sorry for, angel. I was just messing around with you.”

Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a small
O
of surprise. She glances down at her wet clothes. “I’m all wet now.”

“Sounds good to me,” I growl and rip her shirt off, hulk-style. Grab it and tear it in two, right down the center. She gasps as I pick her up, shove her shorts out of my way and press my dick inside.

“Nothing that comes out of that angel mouth of yours could ever make me mad.” I grunt the words to her as I keep thrusting, moving my hands up to keep something between her delicate back and the unforgiving tile. Her legs tighten around me, and she rests her forehead against mine, staring into my eyes.

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

I ignore that. “Grab the bar.”

Last week, I installed a safety bar in here just for this purpose. It’s not strong enough for us to hang from or some crazy shit, but it’s prefect for her to hold onto so she can arch her back and put her tits in my face. Eagerly I latch on to one nipple, sucking and licking. Then the other. She’s moaning louder, wiggling her hips against me. “I can’t,” she gasps.

Fuck. Teasing her like that had not been one of my smarter ideas.

“Yes you can, baby. Relax.” I claim every bit of skin I can reach with kisses and angle my thrusts up.

“There,” she whimpers. “There.”

I keep one hand on her ass, supporting her, while the other one strokes down her stomach. My thumb brushes against her clit and she jerks, pushing herself into me. “You’re so beautiful, Trinity. Come for me.”

I rub firmer circles around her clit. She shivers and moans. I answer her with my own guttural groan.  Around my hips, her legs tremble. “Ah,” she moans again and again, body shuddering. She opens her eyes and stares at me in wonderment and it triggers my own orgasm. I’m spilling into her, while she keeps whispering, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Over and over.

“Love you, too.”

My mouth seals over hers, silencing what started to sound more like a plea.

CHAPTER FIVE

Hope was relentless in her determination to get me down to the restaurant that’s catering our engagement party. I don’t have strong opinions about any of it. As long as I’m not required to wear a suit, and she’s happy, it’s all good.

On the way home, she’s very animated, practically bouncing out of her seat. “I know the boneless will be less messy, but they don’t feel like real wings—”

“I think having both was a great idea.”

“Okay. Trinity was going to make these cute little ice cream sandwich things—oh! That reminds me, did Wrath tell you he plans to patch Trinity at the party? Well, after the party.” She’s talking so fast, my head spins. Her hands are a blur of movement out of the corner of my eye.

“You okay with that?”

“Of course. It’s great. I won’t be the only old lady in the house. And they’ve finally…whatever their issues.”

My hand reaches over and captures one of hers, bringing it to my mouth, so I can kiss her knuckles. “Thank you.”

We’re interrupted by my phone ringing. I press the button on the steering wheel that answers and puts the call over Bluetooth.

“Can you come down to CB?” Z asks.

“Not right now.”

“Come on, we caught your porn star.” I grind my teeth, while next to me Hope breaks into giggles.

“Where are you?” Z asks.

“In the car. With Hope, so thanks, asshole.”

Hope laughs even harder.

The line’s silent, as I guess Z must be trying to figure out how to dig himself out of the hole he created.

“Go ahead, Z,” Hope says with another chuckle.

“Uh, well. Wrath’s here. He wants to fire Lexi, but I thought you might want to question her first. She’s saying—well, it will be easier to tell you in person.”

I’d rather ram my forehead into the steering wheel a couple dozen times than go to Crystal Ball right now. Hope makes a gesture that I interpret either as “go ahead” or “drop me off at the nearest bus station, so I can get away from your degenerate ass.” Before I can clarify, she answers Z.

“We’re leaving downtown Empire, now, Z. He’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Thanks.” Z hangs up.

“What’d you tell him that for?”

“Just go get it over with. Otherwise they’ll end up calling you fifty more times throughout the day.”

She has a point.

“I’m sorry, Baby Doll.”

“Rock, it’s fine. I can wait in the car.”

Like fuck. “It’s a safe area, but I’d feel better if you were inside.” Where I can keep an eye on her.

She huffs. “Seriously?” I’m about to answer when she chuckles. “Is this part of your not-wanting-to-see-naked-chicks-without-me crisis?” The way she characterizes my words makes me laugh.

“Probably. You can wait in the—” I was about to say office.
Yes, jackass. Why don’t you invite her to sit at the same desk she watched you nail some chick on. Brilliant plan.

“The room where some girl you were nailing before we were together videotaped you? Is that what you were going to say?”

“It’s scary how well you know me.”

She snorts and puts her hand on my leg. “To me it will always be the room where we had our first kiss.”

Jesus Christ. Every time I think I can’t possibly love this woman more than I already do, she says something like that. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“For not making me feel like shit over the whole thing.”

The warmth of her hand on my leg disappears, and she sighs. “I think we’ve already conquered worse things, Rock.” I don’t know how to answer. Before I come up with anything reasonably intelligent, she speaks again. “I just want you to be sure my…lack of worldliness in that department won’t bore you eventually?”

We’re almost at the club, so I wait to answer her. I need to be looking at her when I figure out the right words.

“Sorry. You shouldn’t have to keep reassuring me over and over. I trust you.”

I shut the truck down and think about how to say what I want. I turn and take her hands, so she’ll face me. “I love everything about you. You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt truly comfortable with and that’s way more interesting than a woman who fucks anyone she meets for reasons that have nothing to do with love.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow. And, you’re too classy to film someone without permission.”

“That’s true.”

“And I’ll mold you just the way I like.”

“Oh my. Sounds kinky.”

“You have no idea, Baby Doll.”

She waits for me to open her door, and takes my hand so she can jump down from the truck. “I’m sorry. I should put running boards or something on it.”

The naughty smile that spreads across her face surprises me—given our location and all. “But I like having your hands on me to get in and out,” she says.

“And I like having my hands on you.”

Two of the nomads we brought in for security are on the door. So far Iron Jim and Butcher are working out well. If that continues, I’ll ask the club if we want to offer them a more permanent place.

I nod to both of them. “Butch, Jim, this is my ol’ lady, Hope.”

After the introductions, Jim cracks up. “You’re a lucky man. I couldn’t get my ex near a strip club.”

The corner of Hope’s mouth twists up.

I don’t bother explaining why we’re actually here. Inside, the music throbs right through us and I feel like I’m walking into my past.

Hope braces herself on my shoulder and leans up. “Did you do that a lot?” she yells in my ear.

“Do what?”

She gestures at the back hallway, where my office used to be. I understand what she’s asking—if I took a lot of women over the desk in my office. I almost say “it got a lot busier after I met you” but don’t. She doesn’t need to hear that in the year before her husband died, I used a lot of women in an attempt to fuck Hope out of my stubborn mind. Now she’s mine and that’s a time in my life I’d rather forget.

“Don’t,” I warn her.

She raises an eyebrow and the question she’s asking is written all over her mischievous face. “No. Absolutely not,” I say before she even asks. Grabbing her hand, I tug her over to the bar. “Come on, troublemaker.”

Willow’s at the bar. She’s worked here long enough without causing trouble that I trust her with Hope.

“Where are Wrath and Z at?”

She lifts her chin toward the back. “Office.”

I make the introductions and ask Willow to keep an eye on my woman.

“You’ll behave, Baby Doll?”

“I’ll do my best,” she sasses back. Fucking
love
her.

A bit of unease follows me down the hall. Before I enter the office, I take one last look at Hope. She’s busy chatting with Willow.

Wrath and Z are two grumpy bookends leaning on the edges of my old desk. Lexi’s sniffling on the couch. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with relief when she spots me. “Rock! Please don’t fire me. I didn’t—”