Page 24 of Gator (Bourbon Kings MC #1)

The second I parked my truck, Devlyn jumped out and marched her cute little ass up to my auntie Glorianna’s house and didn’t even bother knocking on the door. She just walked in as if she’d been doing it her whole damn life.

Slowly climbing out of the truck, I grumbled and reluctantly followed. Upon entering, I found my cousin Romeo standing firmly in the drawing room, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at his sister C.C. “Hey, you two. What’s going on?”

“C.C. was about to tell me how she knows Trip.”

“For the last time, I don’t know a Trip. How the hell was I supposed to know that Calvin Hall is some biker from Virginia? All I know about the fucker is he killed two drivers and vanished from the circuit.”

“Exonerated,” Romeo and I blurted, then I asked, “What’s the problem? So Trip is coming to take Mitch’s place?”

“You knew about this, Wade?” Romeo asked, looking at me.

“Well, yeah. It’s all anyone’s talking about.”

“Look, Jasper,” C.C. said, getting her brother’s attention. “It’s not like I have a choice in the matter. Ansel is bringing him in. Not me. I’m just the driver.”

We all turned when the screen door opened and in walked Sugar and Enigma with their boys, Benny, Sean, and baby Finn.

“Gator!” Benny rushed over, hugging my leg. “Are we still going fishing?”

“Sure thing, bud,” I said, leaning over to give Sugar a kiss on the cheek and then shook Enigma’s hand.

“Trouble?” Enigma looked at Romeo, then at C.C.

“Yes.” Romeo glared. “Did you know Trip was returning to the circuit?”

“Uh, yeah,” Enigma admitted. “Ansel called King last week and asked for a special request. What’s the problem?”

C.C. growled. “This is my business, Jasper, and you are staying the hell out of it,” she snapped as she shoved past him, taking the boys with her, just as Auntie Gail and Uncle John walked in.

It was official.

All three La Croix sisters were home.

“I’m going to go find Devlyn. Is she in the kitchen?” Sugar asked.

“Yeah, she probably ate half the fridge by now.”

Sugar said nothing and walked off, leaving me alone with Rome and Enigma. Looking between them both, I groaned, “Alright. What’s going on?”

Enigma sighed. “All I know was that Trip wasn’t fucking happy when he learned Ansel called. Brother has been crystal clear for years. He wants nothing to do with the circuit. Then Ansel called and asked for a special request. A sit-down meeting with him.”

“Fucker is setting my sister up, isn’t he?” Rome asked.

“That’s what Trip thinks. King’s calling in all the brothers on this one. Something about it doesn’t sit well with him or Trip.”

“This have anything to do with Trip’s past?” I asked.

Enigma nodded. “Possibly, but he isn’t sure yet, and King’s not taking the chance after what Trip’s already been through.”

“That was some real shady shit Ansel pulled against Trip. Don’t blame the brother for being cautious, but I ain’t gonna let that pansy-assed fucker throw my sister under the bridge.”

“What aren’t you telling us, Enigma?” I asked.

“Like I said, Trip’s leery and after everything that’s happened, he’s being cautious.

Playing it safe. He really wants nothing to do with the circuit and if it wasn’t for King asking to take the meeting, Trip would have blown the fucker off.

I don’t think you guys realize how much this is fucking with Trip. ”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for starters, Trip finally got behind the wheel of his car for the first time in years, five days ago. Brother rides his bike in the dead of winter because he flat out refused to sit behind the wheel again, and then Ansel calls and shit goes tits up.”

Romeo groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “If Ansel is looking to railroad my sister, he’s got another thing coming. I make a call and I can have the Silver Shadows here in fourteen hours. The Arkansas Chapter in six.”

“Let’s not be hasty,” I grumbled. “Got love for your club, but I can’t deal with two Kings under one roof, a shitload of bikers, and my woman all at the same time. Let’s see how things play out. When does Trip arrive?”

“Day after Christmas,” Enigma said. “The rest of the club will follow the day after.”

“Romeo, how long are you staying?”

“I can stay as long as I need. Just need to call King or Cash and give them a heads-up on what’s happening,” Rome advised.

“You do that, then call Crane and see what he knows. Enigma, after Christmas, you and I are going to go find Mitch and have a talk. I want to know why he really quit. In the meantime, let’s go find my woman before she eats everything in this house and we starve to death.”

Leaning against the wall, I grinned, rubbing my hand over my growing cock as I watched her saunter out of the bathroom.

Smirking, I thought a little fun was in order.

“How does the story go... ’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except for my dick. ..”

“You’re a jackass.” Devlyn chuckled, her ass swaying her soft pink robe, which was slightly opened at the top, giving me a perfect view of her growing tits as she sat on the bed, rubbing lotion all over her legs.

Fuck me. I think her tits grew a few inches overnight.

I chuckled. “True, but I’m not finished,” I said, pushing off the wall, unzipping my jeans. “Now, where was I? Oh, that’s right... my stirring dick.”

My woman rolled her eyes.

“I think I’ve been a very good boy this year,” I said as I slowly stepped out of my jeans, then walked over to stand before her.

I said nothing and watched as her head slowly rose, then she licked her lips.

“Is that for me?” Her eyes were glued to my stiff cock as I stroked myself.

“Maybe.” I grinned, then asked, “Have you been a good girl this year?”

“Nope.” Devlyn shook her head. “I’m firmly on the naughty list.”

“Thank God,” I groaned as she leaned forward and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Chèr. That’s it, suck my cock. Get it good and wet so I can fuck you with it,” I rasped at her and damn near rolled my eyes to the back of my head as she swirled her tongue around the tip then sucked deeply.

Sweet mother of God!

“Oh yeah, that’s it, Chèr . Oh my God, that feels fantastic.”

Slipping her hand up the inside of my leg, she cupped my balls, twisting her head around my cock to take me deeper. If I wasn’t holding onto the bedpost, I would have definitely fallen on my ass.

I watched as her other hand slipped deftly between her legs and she smirked, her eyes on mine as she spread her legs wide before her fingers parted her swollen pussy lips. With a wink, she slid two fingers into her juicy hole, never breaking stride as she sucked my cock deeper.

Sliding her finger in and out a few times, she added a second, completely focused on her own pleasure and mine as she finger-fucked herself and sucked my cock into oblivion.

If I wasn’t in love with this woman before, I was now, but when she slipped her lips off my cock and brought her slippery fingers to her mouth and sucked, I narrowed my eyes.

“That’s my treat, woman.”

She hummed, slowly licking her fingers clean. “Snooze, ya lose, sucker.”

Pulling her onto her feet, I growled, “Turn around.”

Chuckling, she did as I asked, and I ran my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, rolling and squeezing her nipples through her soft, silky robe.

She ground her round ass back into my cock.

Woman was playing with fire.

“Get on the bed, Devlyn. All fours. Show me my pretty pussy.”

Once again, she did as I asked, albeit too damn slow for my tastes, but she removed her robe, so that was one thing I didn’t have to fiddle with.

Bent at the waist, I barely hung onto my sanity when she lazily stretched her arms along the bed as she spread her legs wide and tilted her ass up, giving me the perfect view of her pretty, wet pussy.

Groaning, I licked my lips and dropped to my knees behind her, grabbing her sweet ass cheeks and licking up the center of her slit.

“Oh fuck, Wade. Lick my pussy,” she commanded. “Stick your tongue in me, fuck me with your pierced tongue. That’s it. Just like that,” she moaned, grinding her ass and pussy into my face as I ran my tongue up to her lovely little tight hole and gave her a quick rim job.

My dick was about to fucking burst, and while I could eat my woman’s pretty cunt for days, I needed to be inside her. Standing, I lined up my Prince Albert piercing, rubbed it against her swollen clit, and asked, “Naughty or nice, Chèr ?”

“Naughty,” she moaned. “Definitely naughty.”

“That’s my girl.” I grinned as I slammed my pierced dick deep into her hot, wet cunt.

I looked down as I continued to push in and watched with fascination as the lips of her pussy gripped tightly to my dick as I pushed further inside her.

And when I pulled back, how her pussy stretched, almost refusing to let go.

The heat from her pussy was amazing, and I rested my left hand on her smooth ass cheek, with my thumb aimed at her little forbidden hole, knowing I’d already been to the promised land once, and aimed to again someday soon.

I slowly pulled back until only the tip of my cock was still inside of her and then, just as before, I slammed back in.

Her moist, wet cream clung to my cock and glistened in the soft light of the room.

I repeated the process, increasing my tempo with each delightful stroke until I was pounding away at her while I listened to the music of her wet pussy slapping against my pelvis.

Hands down the best holiday music ever!

Sliding my thumb over her tight hole, I pressed lightly and watched as it slipped right in.

“Oh yes, that’s it! Just like that!” she screamed, her hips bucking wildly as I slid my thumb deeper while her pussy spasmed frantically around my cock.

Her body shuddered as she screamed out her orgasm, and I clung to her hips and enjoyed the ride as my cock shot stream after stream of cum deep inside of her.

Dumping my last load into her, I slapped her ass and grinned. “Now that’s what I call a holly jolly Christmas!”