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Blue

I shouldn’t have brought her to the MC because I should’ve realized Kodiak, Vega, and Steele would recognize her. I made a lot of fucking assumptions when it came to Kiss and the Hellers. Like that she’d be safe with me. I never expected someone who professed to be a brother would be the one to call her out.

Now, everyone was going to spill the fucking tea on anything Kiss. I hated to think about how Levi would feel if they brought up Kiss’s history with Romeo. At least, I could count on Jazzy to set anyone straight who wanted to talk trash on any Hellers, especially her girls.

“Blue?”

I spun around at the sound of her voice.

Just looking at her took my breath. She was that perfect blend of femininity and badass biker babe. She wore makeup but didn’t care when it smudged her eyes. She styled her hair just to have it blown apart on the back of my bike.

Tonight, her blonde hair framed her face and fell in loose curls around her shoulders. I didn’t know what I expected, fear, maybe pissed, but not this. Calmness relaxed her features. Her mouth hinted at a smile, and there wasn’t a trace of resentment in her eyes .

“You can’t protect me from my past.” With a hand braced on the wall, she toed off her shoes. “People are going to make assumptions.”

“You shouldn’t have to pay for it for the rest of your life, either.” I’d watched Kodiak snort blow off of Bristol’s tits at Indulgence. He’d patched into the Hellers, but I wasn’t sure he’d left the Crawler lifestyle behind the way Steele and Vega had. Kodiak was still looking for trouble. If he talked shit about Kiss again, he was going to find it.

She braced her hands on her hips and stared me down. “Kodiak chose the wrong time to confront me. But he’s not wrong to want to question my loyalty.”

“He and his fucking Crawlers were putting heroin in your veins. Fuck him.” I rolled my shoulders, let go of the tension firing through my muscles, and remembered she wasn’t the one I was pissed at.

“ I put heroin in my veins. Me . I smoked meth, popped pills, OD’d on the bathroom floor, and because I love you, I’m not going to remind you of the disgusting things I did to get high.”

She approached me and, with a gentle shove and a laugh, pushed me down on the bed. “We’re going to have to come to a compromise,” she said.

“I don’t negotiate when it comes to you.” I leaned back on my elbows.

“Caring about me doesn’t mean you get to take on my past as your own.” She climbed onto my lap, straddled my hips, and hovered over me.

“You don’t know me if you think I’m going to let someone call you a cunt and not knock their teeth down their fucking throat.”

She tilted her head, and her hair tumbled down around her face. “Kodiak doesn’t know me sober. He knows me as a Crawler cunt willing to do anything for black. Secrets are going to destroy me, Blue. Tomorrow, I’m going to talk to Blade. As president, he has to do what he thinks is best for the club, even if that means asking me to leave.”

I flopped onto my back and gripped her hips. “If you go, then I go, too.”

“I can love you, and we can be together, and I don’t have be a Heller. Sully and Heather prove you can have both.” Her brows pinched as she rested her hands on my chest and traced my sternum.

Palming her ass, I settled her snug against my pelvis. “I don’t want what Sully and Heather have.”

I wanted her in my bed every night. I wanted inside her. Fuck, I had bae goals. I’d put her before anyone else . It’s what Bullet had with Stormy, what Rogue, Blade and Dozer had with their old ladies. Romeo and Levi were next level with a kid.

I wasn’t fucking ready for that.

“All I’m saying is that situations like tonight wouldn’t happen if I wasn’t keeping secrets,” she said. “No one would have power over me if I wasn’t trying to hide my skeletons.”

I stilled at her word. Skeletons . Especially tonight. I started to sit up, so she slid off my lap and sat next to me. When the silence lingered between us, she asked, “Did you want to have another game of truth or dare pool?”

No, I needed to tell her that I couldn’t live with the shit inside my head anymore. I was like a volcano waiting to erupt. Most of the time, on the outside, nothing seemed wrong. But it was a fucking lie. Rage simmered just beneath the surface. I needed to release the pressure on Carl Douglas .

“I talked to Cruz tonight.” I rolled onto my side and plucked at the threads in her cut up jeans. “Cruz has a way of simplifying any situation.”

“Cruz doesn’t seem to have any filters or concern for self-preservation.” She brought her knees to her chest. “If you two are planning something, just tell me.”

“Cruz said something on the roof that’s stuck with me. When you have skeletons in your closet, they don’t just disappear with time. You have to bury them.”

“Like a metaphor,” she said.

“Like six feet deep.”

She traced the stitching pattern on the blanket with her fingertip. “Did you tell Cruz what Carl did to you?”

“I didn’t have to.” A sheepish smirk twisted my lips. I could tell her anything. “I was fucked up. I’d have finished the fifth of whiskey if Cruz hadn’t chucked it over the side of the building. Then we smoked a couple bowls of weed.”

And I regretted all of it. Leaving her that night, using, wanting to jump.

“Up on the roof, I said Carl’s name. I said a lot of shit because I thought I was having a conversation with my conscience who sounded like a pissed off Cruz.” I smiled at her. “Turns out my conscience is beginning to sound like a beautiful blonde woman who can see past my damage.”

“I don’t want to be your conscience. I want to be your lover, your friend, your everything. If it means you need to know your perpetrator is dead, that’s justice.”

“As much as I’d love to be the cause of Carl Douglas’s death, he’s not a dope sick drug dealer I can shoot up with cleaner and leave dead in a bathtub.”

“Like Jonesy and Hunter, you can give Carl a taste of Heller justice. ”

“He’s going to get more than a taste. I want him choking on it. I want him to fear me for the rest of his life. I am going to take back what he took from me including the photos and videos. I hate that he has any part of me, even a fucking memory. When he thinks about me, I want him to piss his pants. I want him watching over his shoulder for the rest of his life, knowing I could be there to fuck him up.”

“You can make sure he has a reminder.” She chewed her thumbnail. “Scar him the way he scarred you. He’s always going to remember you. Make it so he can never forget.”

I laid back on the bed and combed my fingers through my flop of bangs.

“I assume he’s still in the same office building and still living in the same neighborhood as my parents.” I sighed and scrubbed a hand down my face. “I’ll talk to Cruz about it more tomorrow.”

Kiss slid off the bed, grabbed the hem of her hoodie, and pulled it over her head. “I still want to go to the NA meeting in the morning.” She unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor.

Blood surged into my cock, leaving me lightheaded and fucking hard as hell. “Yeah, okay.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say with saliva coating my mouth, and a wild heat scorching through my body.

She paused in unzipping her jeans. “Are we going to bed? Or did you want to go back out there?” She hooked a thumb in the direction of the chapel.

“Nah.” I wanted to be alone with her.

Kiss shimmied her hips and stripped out of her jeans, taking her panties with them. Her body was a highspeed ride. I wanted to throttle through the curves of her hips, grip tight to her tits, and race like the fucking wind across the smooth lines of her abdomen.

I stood from the bed and jerked out of my cut and shirt.

“My heart hurts for Janie.” She continued to chatter as if she didn’t have me skating the edge of coming in my jeans.

Nothing could compare to how much it had hurt to know Kiss was using again. I could’ve lost her in the same way.

“I know what she was thinking,” Kiss continued. “I’ve been there. Sometimes, it’s hard to find a reason to stay clean. It’s never hard to find a reason to use. That’s why I know I need to go to the meeting even though it’s going to suck. I just met her, but she’s all I’m going to be able to think about. She’s all anyone is going to want to talk about. I want to be there for Georgia, Ryatt, and Brad.”

I’d undressed to my boxers, and my cock pressed against the thin cotton.

Kiss stared at me and licked her lips. “Nothing has to happen between us. I just want to be naked with you.”

We both knew a lot more was happening between us. We were sharing secrets and trusting each other. We’d just agreed to cause injury, possible felonies, and extortion.

I slowly pushed my underwear down, exposing my erection. Something had shifted between us, and something had changed in me.

Because of her.

I’d existed in a black void of emotions. Feeling anything meant remembering the fear clawing at my throat. I wasn’t afraid. Her touch chased the demons from my mind.

I was hers.

Kiss slid beneath the blanket and sheet. “Hold me, Blue.”

Forever.

I finished undressing, snapped off the light, and climbed beneath the covers. I slid in close behind her, fitting her ass snuggly against me.

“I love you,” I said, draping my arm over her. I held her flush against me, getting drunk on a cocktail of anxiety and adrenaline.

Today had been one fuck after another for her. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck her up more by experimenting on my ability to follow through. In a state of flux, my cock stretched, and my balls were heavy. All I wanted was to be who she needed. “Can I take you to your meeting?”

“Yes,” she whispered, threading her fingers with mine. Her breathing slowed, and she became pliant in my arms. “Blue?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Don’t let my being asleep stop you.” Her voice was whisper quiet in the room. “Something inside you won’t let you be vulnerable. He did that to you.” She ran her finger over my healing knuckles. “I love you, and I want you, even if I’m asleep.”

I closed my eyes, breathed in the scent of her, rocked my pelvis, and ground my dick against the taut muscle of her buttocks. “I’m afraid I’ll go soft once I’m inside you.”

“You’ll still be inside me.”

Silence blanketed us in the moment. Our breaths echoed in the room. My chest cracked from the pressure of my heart pounding to break free of the dark twisted cage holding it hostage.

I didn’t want to be trapped in my own head anymore. I wanted to try. She was right, even soft I’d still be inside her.

My hand rested on her abdomen, and her belly quivered beneath my fingertips. Fire slipped through my veins. Could she feel the tremble in my fingers as I traced the seam of her pussy, parted her lips, and softly grazed her clit?

Slippery wetness coated my finger as I rimmed her opening and screwed deep inside her. Nothing was softer than the silken flesh between her legs. When she arched into me, I gently sucked her neck, tasting the sweet and slightly salty sweat from her flesh. Like the ocean, she was wild and wet. I could drown in her, and I could crash against the rocks with her.

Doubling up, I fucked her with two fingers. We connected from neck to toes, the illegal curves of her body fit perfectly against the hard lines of mine. Every breathy sigh from her lips burned into me. But fuck, I’d branded my needs into her.

Instead of clutching me, she curled her hands into the pillow. Her pussy quivered against my fingers, creaming, and sucking me in. She pulled the pillow to her face and bit into the cotton as a low, muffled moan made its way past her lips.

My breath came hard and fast. Electricity scorched through me. I’d never been this fucking hard or wanted anything more than to slide my cock inside her. My chest ached from the pounding of my heart. Every nerve sizzled. My gut clenched, and I fought to swallow past the rising lump in my throat .

“Kiss?” Even I heard the trace of panic in my whispered word.

She lifted her leg, draped it over my hip, and split her thighs for me.

I wedged my arm between us, gripped the base of my dick, notched her opening, and dampened the dome with her juices.

“I love you,” she said on a breath.

Something inside me broke, sending a warm rush of energy through my body. I was where I was supposed to be. She was mine, and all I wanted was to be hers. My cock was still stiff in my hand. Inhaling the lingering scent of her perfume, I focused on her.

Her slit widened as I pushed in, and warm wetness surrounded the head. Inching in a fraction deeper, her silken inner muscles softened and gloved to my shaft. She sucked in a breath, and I forgot how to breathe.

“I love you, baby.” I glided deeper, stretching her, feeling those soft muscles tighten around me. I buried the length of my cock in her pussy and pulled her tightly to my chest.

She didn’t grip me, initiate more, or whisper words of what she needed, recognizing I had no fucking clue what my hard and soft limits were. She was with me in this moment as much as I was with her. I simply basked in the euphoria of being inside her. With my eyes closed, tears slipped onto my cheeks.

“Oh my god, Blue.” Inner tissues fluttered as I withdrew, then glided back in. Slow and steady, I pumped into her, and her hot, moist walls caressed the sensitive skin of my cock.

I ground deeper, hitting the top of her cervix, and a shearing ripple of energy volted from my cock, down my legs, and into my toes. Nothing had ever felt as good as being inside Kiss. I angled my pelvis and penetrated deeper. It was a slow sensual fuck, nothing rushed, relishing the feel of holding her as she writhed in my arms.

Juices flooded her channel, soaked my cock, and dripped onto my balls.

Only whispered moans filled the space between us. Neither of us spoke, the connection too poignant for words. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her, building intensity, thrusting as I covered her breast with my palm and rolled her nipple between my fingertips.

I kissed along her neck, sucking, licking, and gently biting. I focused on her body, her breaths, and the soft whimpers slipping from her lips.

“Oh, fuck.” Her jaw clenched, and holy fuck, her cunt squeezed my dick. Rhythmic contractions pulsed against my shaft. She fucking came on my cock, shuddering, and gasping her pleasure, sending a shiver down my spine.

My balls drew up close to my body. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get any harder, but my rigid cock lengthened and stiffened, nearing the point of pleasure pain. Unyielding heat burned through my muscles, and I fucking came with the impact of a head-on collision. I bathed her pussy in cum, slicking her core as I fucked her until my dick became too sensitive to move.

I banded my arms around her as I slowly softened inside her. She shifted, but I held her tighter, trapping her leg where it hooked over my thigh.

I sighed, kissed her shoulder, and snuggled into the bed.

Her soft giggle seeped into me. “Are you going to sleep inside me?”

“Baby, I’d live inside you. ”

I didn’t know how long I laid there and listened to her breathe, my cock inside her, and my arms around her, but at some point I’d fallen asleep because when I woke in the middle of the night, she was still curled against me, her skin warm and soft against mine, but my cock had slipped out of her while we’d slept, but just remembering the feel of her surrounding me, had blood surging into the shaft.

I softly kissed her forehead, her temple, and her closed eyes.

She stirred, draping her arm over my chest. With a sweep of her lashes, her sleepy eyes opened, and she gazed up at me. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I curled my palm around her neck and brought her mouth to mine. Parting her lips, my tongue swept her mouth. So. Fucking. Sweet. And sending heat from my chest, low into my gut and sinking into my balls.

I gripped her hip with my palm, rolled to my back, and dragged her on top of me.

Wild tangles of hair caught the dim moonlight coming through the thin curtains. A soft smile curved her mouth as she braced over me, her thighs straddled my hips, and her delicate fingers circled the base of my dick, pointing it upwards.

I leaned up on my elbows as she slipped the head of my cock into her pussy. My gaze shifted from her pretty cunt to the fire in her sparking blue eyes. Her head tipped back, and her lips parted on a sigh as she sank down on me. Clenching my buttocks, I drilled into her a fraction deeper.

And then she started to move, grinding her clit against my groin, and rocking her pelvis. I gripped her hips, helping her to lift and lower. Unlike our first time, she braced her hands on my chest. Heat slipped beneath my skin, and every breath pulled her deeper inside me.

“Red light or green light?” she asked.

I cradled her cheek then slid my fingers into her hair. “Green,” I softly said. “Just green.”

Her flushed nipples pebbled, and her tits bounced. Cream slicked my dick when she lifted, and when she lowered, her perfect ass sent pressure into my nuts. Staring into my eyes, she fucked me with a wild recklessness. She was breathtaking with skin kissed by the sun, lips swollen from my kisses, and a pussy driving me fucking crazy.

She fisted her hands, her head dropped forward, and a cry of release rent the air as she shattered.

I surged up, forced her down hard on my cock and kissed the fuck out of her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, stealing her breath, and claiming her as mine as I careened into my orgasm at a hundred miles per hour. My mind numbed, every muscle in my body tensed, and white flashes blinded behind my closed eyes as I came.

Trembling in my arms, her tears dripping onto my skin, she twisted her arms around my shoulders, crushing her tits against my chest. She clung to me, and I held her close, as I fell back against the pillow, keeping her locked against me.

For several long moments, I kept my eyes closed, tangled my fingers into her hair, and simply breathed her in.

She shifted, lifting her face to mine. “I take it I’m sleeping right here?”

I growled a positive sound and trekked my palm over her hip and onto her ass.

A chuckle vibrated out of her and into me. Keeping my dick inside her, she stretched out her legs along the outside of my thighs, kissed my sternum, and then rested her cheek on my chest. A heavy sigh slipped from her lips.

I covered us with the blanket. With her warm skin against mine, I drifted to sleep.

Kiss

I floated on a delicious dream. I’d never been fucked so good, filled so full, or come so hard. Strong fingers gripped my hips, a low growl vibrated out of Blue’s chest and melted into me.

Oh, yes. In the twilight of sleep, I remembered every tender touch, every breathless whisper, and every hard inch of his cock sliding into me. Again. And again. I breathed deep, inhaling the scent of warm man and a hint of spicy musk. Only Blue could make sweat smell like sex. I wanted more.

My pussy clenched, and my mind slowly gained consciousness. Drool trickled from my mouth and onto Blue’s chest. I lifted my head, wiped the bit of spit from his body and my face, and then I moaned as Blue thrust his hips and nudged his cockhead against the deepest part of me. Tingles chased over my flesh as he glided his hands onto my ass and gripped me in his palms.

“Oh god.”

He rolled me to my back, braced on outstretched arms, and crammed me full of cock.

“Good morning, beautiful.” With a slow gyration, he fucked me again.

“Good morning,” I whispered, bringing my thighs high on his flanks.

Early morning sunlight cut a pattern across his face. With the blankets draped over us at his waist, I traced the ladder of his ribs with my fingertips, skated over the smooth plain of his pectoral, then curved my fingers over the hills of his shoulders.

He leveraged higher and fucked me harder. I clung to him with both my hands and thighs. His taut abdominals clenched as he nailed me to the bed. Gone was the tender lover. This man fucked me with the single purpose of wrecking my pussy.

Angling my pelvis and grabbing my thighs, I spread myself open for him. He stared at where we were joined. His cock, slippery with my cream, slid in and out of my cunt.

“Fuck.” With the flick of his head, he flipped his bangs from his face. He pumped into me harder. Faster. Fucking me with a relentless rhythm. “Ah, fuck.” He pounded into my pussy in long, strong strokes, railing into me again and again. The wet sound of our flesh slapping together mingled with my harsh gasps and his guttural groans.

My neck stretched back, my jaw tightened, and my orgasm slammed into me. With each hard contraction of my pussy, an answering pulse rippled through my chest, breaking me open, the heat of his touch searing into my soul.

“Fuck.” Blue tensed. Muscles flexed, and he came.

I felt every pulse, every hot jet of cum between us. The scent and sounds darkened, becoming an intimate shroud where he was all I could see, all I could feel. For a moment, the world stopped turning. There was only us.

With a shuddering exhale, he covered me, his thighs between mine, his weight an anchor, holding me close to him .

I sank my fingers into the soft tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck. Neither one of us was fixed, but we were so fucking good together.

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