Page 10 of Next Level (Royal Bastards MC: Oakland Chapter #1)

MY BLOSSOM

A s soon as we get into the hotel room, I tell Cherry I need a shower. But what I really need is to calm down, regroup my mind, and wash off the day.

Emerging from the bathroom after a long shower, I’m only wearing my jeans. When I look up from towel-drying my hair, Cherry is sitting in a chair with a travel-size vodka bottle halfway to her lips.

She whispers, “Ho-ly-shit.”

I grin. Knowing damn well that Cherry’s taking in all my tattoos.

“Like what you see?” I tease.

She stands up and downs the vodka shot, never taking her eyes off me.

I say with a smirk, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Putting the empty bottle on the table, she walks over and puts her hands on my chest and traces the cherry blossoms.

“Told you I like cherry blossoms.”

“They’re beautiful,” Cherry says in awe. Her fingers move over the tattoos, and instantly my body surges with a need of its own.

Fuck. I shouldn’t be doing this.

Dropping the towel I was using to dry my hair, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against me.

“You’re beautiful.”

I know I should let her go, but the connection between us is electrifying. I haven’t felt this attracted to someone in…I don’t know…ever. Touching her has me yearning for more, but we can’t.

Cherry looks up. “So you’re obsessed with cherry blossoms.”

I shrug. “Yes. I love everything Japanese.”

I’m obsessed with your cherry blossom, that is for sure.

“Why? Isn’t Amato Italian?” she replies, moving her slender fingers over the woman’s face on my tattoo.

Her delicate fingers have my skin turning to flames. Fight it.

“My ma is half-Japanese,” I say huskily.

She looks up, and my blue eyes lock with her emerald green ones. I let the battle inside my head continue as we stay embraced for what seems like forever, but is merely seconds before I lean down and take her mouth.

The instant our lips touch, my body explodes, sending waves of lust and desire throughout and awakening every sexual nerve.

Stop. I need to stop.

Cherry glides her hands up my chest and around my neck, pulling me down and deepening the kiss.

Oh God. I want her.

I break the kiss, attempting one more time to stop what is about to happen.

I grunt, “Fuck. We shouldn’t—”

Cherry lays her finger on my lips, shushing me. “No, we should. Let me take your mind somewhere else for a few hours.”

Mission accomplished. My mind is definitely somewhere else.

Cherry nips at my hardened nipple. “We’re going to find Samantha. I promise,”

My dick has a mind of its own and is winning this fight to stop this from happening.

With lustful eyes, she breathes, “Right now, you need to relax.”

Fuck it.

I wouldn’t be able to say no to this woman if I tried, and in my defense, I have been trying. She definitely has a spell over me. I should be worried about my kid not fucking this goddess.

I sway my hips against her, needing some kind of friction against my throbbing cock. Cherry feels my need for her and takes charge.

“Let this Cherry Blossom make you feel good.” She giggles, pushing me onto the bed.

I’m in awe as she starts to take off her clothes, showing me all of her magnificent cherry blossoms that are perfectly tattooed, winding around the length of her body.

Christ Almighty.

I can’t take my eyes off all the details, the branches winding down her hips to her core.

Beautiful.

I breathe out, “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

I lean up on my elbows as she moves up the bed completely naked, with her wild curls springing around her face.

Sexy as fuck.

Confident. I love it.

I lick my lips.

She grabs my jeans and, with one tug, yanks them down. With nothing on underneath, my guy pops free, showing her his mighty girth.

Now she’s the one licking her lips.

Instantly, she engulfs my cock, and I collapse back onto the bed.

Jesus Christ. I shouldn’t be doing this. But, fuck, she feels so right.

“My God, Blossom,” I moan.

When she hums in agreement, I almost shoot my wad inside her mouth.

She’s perfect.

All thoughts of my daughter are gone now, and everything about this woman consumes me. I watch her curls fly around as she works me good. I grip a handful of soft, silky curls.

My Blossom.

I growl, “Where have you been all my life?”

Cherry moans in response, giving me her eyes, taking me deeper.

“Fuck yes.” I close my eyes and drop my head back. “God, yes.”

Gripping my balls, she does some kind of tongue action, and I lose it completely, bucking off the bed and coming down her throat. There was no warning. I just came hard and fast, but she took it like a champ.

After a few more pumps, she withdraws my cock and wipes her face. Cherry starts kissing her way up my body, which makes me hard again.

So many thoughts start running through my head.

Best blowjob ever.

I’m a horrible father.

God, she feels good.

I need to stop.

Best blowjob ever.

I’m a bad father.

I need to taste her.

I should stop.

Fuck that.

I need more…

When I regain control of myself, I flip her onto her back.

“My turn,” I rasp out, gripping both breasts in each hand. I kiss and lick her mounds of cleavage. Her moans spur me on as I head down to her core, where I find her soaked for me.

God, can she be real?

My fingers separate her folds, and I stick my tongue out and slowly lick, teasing her nub. This time, her back flies off the bed with a cry of ecstasy.

Pride fills me, knowing I’m making her feel so good. I work my tongue, sucking her glorious juices into my mouth. Loving the taste, I begin to tongue fuck her pussy and lap at her clit.

As I continue my assault and send her over the edge, my cock hardens, wanting more, needing more.

When she explodes into my mouth, I suck all of her, letting her ride the climax. Slowly, I slip a finger inside her, feeling her tight center.

Thank you, God. She’s perfect.

I reach for my jeans, pull out a condom, and in a second, I’m sheathed and sliding inside her.

“Fucking perfect!” I groan.

I still myself inside her, letting her walls suction around my cock.

Cherry’s hooded eyes open. “More. I need more.”

I start to move slowly at first, but watching her eyes glow with lust and need, I push deeper. Lifting one of her legs up against her belly, I open her wider, rocking deeper into her core as I watch my cock glide in and out of her perfect pussy.

“Yes. Ray. Yes.”

Hearing her say my real name has my dick twitching inside her, liking the way it sounds on her lips. Only a few people call me by my name, but damn, the way this woman says it has my insides all jacked up. I like it—a lot.

“Say it. Again,” I growl.

“Ray. Oh God, Ray,” she purrs.

“Fuck yes, again,” I grunt, pounding into her faster.

Lifting her other leg and placing her ankles onto my shoulders, I thrust even farther.

“Fuck yes. More, Ray. Oh God, deeper,” Cherry cries out.

Yes. Fuck yes. She’s mine .

“Mine!” I roar at the sound of our bodies clapping vigorously together. “Fucking my Blossom.”

“Yes, Ray. Oh God, yes.”

I feel her walls grip hard around me. I thumb her clit, hitting the right spot, giving her that extra push. Cherry’s eyes roll back, screaming my name as her orgasm shatters her.

Her core heats and tightens, suffocating my cock, and I come right behind her.

Holy shit! She’s perfect. Fuck.

I pull off the sperm-filled condom, tie it in a knot, and throw it to the side. I move to lie down, bringing Cherry’s sated body with me and laying her across my body, needing to caress and touch her. I don’t want this to end.

For the first time since Sam was taken, I fell asleep without hesitation.

Cherry and I spent the next two days talking to townspeople.

Going to all the places she thought he might go.

We had a lead yesterday that sent us to one of Garrett’s friends’ houses, but the guy wasn’t home.

The good news is we’re close. The bad news is that people have reported spotting Garrett and Jared, but not Sammie.

I did a couple more live videos of our findings. We updated everyone, including Brooke and Mike. So, I’m sure the Oakland police now have all the information we do.

At least they couldn’t tip them off before I got there. They haven’t gone back to the cabin either. Nothing’s been moved since we were last there. I’m just getting tired of coming up short.

Cherry has been excellent. She’s low-key and full of positivity. The townspeople love her. You can tell she spent a lot of time up here. We’ve gotten close with all the time we’ve got on our hands. Walking around, handing out flyers.

I told her before she fell asleep that tomorrow we need to branch out to the outer cities now.

I think she’s the first woman, besides Brooke, I’ve spent this much time with, well, for consecutive nights that is.

We’ve slept together for the last three nights, and I’m nowhere near ready to let her go.

Sex with her is out of this world. I like sex, and I get sex regularly, but damn, this woman got her hooks in me good.

We have sex multiple times a day. We go out searching, but when I get restless or agitated with someone or a situation, she takes control, giving me mind-blowing orgasms and bringing me back from the brink of losing my mind.

As I lie here, caressing her soft skin and watching her sleep, she’s found her favorite spot on me with half her body draped over me.

We fit well together. I don’t know where I’d be right now if I didn’t have this distraction.

I’d probably have lost my mind with worry or been put in jail for losing my shit.

I know we’ll find my Sammie girl, and I can’t lose it thinking about the what-ifs. So having Cherry in my arms at night gives me a little bit of peace, so I can rest.

My phone dings with a text message. I reach over slowly, not wanting to wake Cherry or move her from my grasp. It seems I have a bunch of unread texts.

TAMARA: Thinking of you. I’m praying for Sammie.

I know there is more from all the women in my life, but it’s women I don’t want to talk to or deal with at the moment. I speak with Brooke and Cherry. I’ve ignored all other text messages and told Dawg to handle them. I haven’t even talked to my ma either.

At the beginning, I sent off short messages like ‘I’m fine’ or ‘I’ll be in touch,’ but once Cherry arrived three days ago, I’ve ghosted them all. I can’t handle all of it right now. My focus is on finding my girl and…

I froze because I was about to say Cherry. I guess now my focus is on getting to know this woman and finding my girl. Cherry shouldn’t be part of that, but she is, and I don’t regret it.

I move her wild curly hair so I can see her face.

Beautiful.

Mine.

Now I just need to find my girl.