Page 22 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

Chapter Thirteen

Taryn smothered her groan of frustration with a pillow. At least it wasn’t a maniacal scream.

She twisted her head to the right to see it was only one in the morning.

One.

Only an hour after the last time she checked since she’d been trying to fall asleep since ten. She’d done nothing but toss and turn for the last three hours.

She glanced over to her left at her son. He slept like the dead, so most things didn’t wake him up. Only, he was more like the walking dead with his constant kneeing and kicking as he slept.

Wren did not make a great bed partner. Especially since he was also like a compact space heater. Why was the male species so damn hot when they slept? They turned beds into ovens.

She sighed softly and went back to staring up at the dark ceiling. At this rate, she would never get any sleep.

Why? For one obvious reason .

Stone.

His body.

His lips.

That damn kiss.

She kept replaying it over and over in her mind. Every time she did, her pussy twinged, her breath caught, and her breasts ached.

All over a simple kiss!

She needed to think about other things. Like what finger foods she would need to prepare for a ladies’ afternoon tea tomorrow.

She needed energy, not to be exhausted from a lack of sleep, because she’d be busy all morning doing prep work.

She also needed to avoid being tired and cranky when dealing with a dozen demanding women.

The monthly gathering of the Selinsgrove Society Group was a regular gig and she didn’t want to lose their bookings.

The ladies might treat her as if she was invisible while there, but Taryn could live with that since their money was very real when it landed in her bank account.

Maybe she’d record her prep work later this morning as a test for the online cooking classes.

She regretfully admitted that Stone’s suggestion was a good idea and she wished she would’ve thought of it first. If she got enough people interested in her online cooking videos, it could be a nice additional source of income. And who couldn’t use that?

She quickly needed to put a plan together and put it into motion before Vic was released. Because once he was, she had a feeling she’d be in some sort of lockdown herself. As soon as he got his freedom, she would lose hers.

Why did everything have to be a struggle?

Damn it, life wasn’t fair. At what point did she actually get to sit back and enjoy it? Would she still be busting her ass when she was seventy? Eighty?

When was the last time she’d done something for herself? Not for her son, not for her business, but simply for herself. She didn’t pamper herself in any way because she couldn’t afford it. No massages, no mani-pedis, no vacations, no new clothes or shoes.

Nothing.

She’d been all work and no play for too long now.

She was pretty damn certain if she went downstairs, Stone would be happy to “play” with her. He probably wouldn’t care if she used him for sex and then immediately went back to bed. If she had to take an educated guess, he wasn’t the cuddle in the afterglow type.

Like he mentioned, they could both benefit from a quick, meaningless bump and grind.

Sex might help her sleep.

Sex might relieve some of the tension. The worry.

Sex might…

Make her orgasm.

Sharing a bed with Wren made it so she couldn’t even do a little self-help. And DIY was the only reason she’d had any orgasms at all for the past few years.

As soon as she shoved the bedding aside and her feet touched the wood floor, she knew…

She was about to add another entry to her long, long list of mistakes.

But did that stop her from sneaking out of the bedroom and heading downstairs before reality hit her and she changed her mind?

Of course it didn’t.

Bare feet creeping down the steps pushed the blood from his wide-awake brain down to his formerly sleeping dick.

Could be she was only coming down for a glass of water.

Or a late night snack.

Even better would be if that snack was named Stone.

Since her coming downstairs in the middle of the night could go either way, he waited to see if Taryn turned right to head into the kitchen or left into the living room once she hit the bottom of the steps.

He drove his hand into his boxers and gave his balls a tug.

Make a fuckin’ left.

He held his breath and forced himself to remain on the couch as she hesitated in the front entryway.

Make a goddamn left.

He freed his hand and closed his eyes, pretending he hadn’t been restless since the moment she went inside after their little “talk” on the deck.

Her bare feet padding on the wood floor was easier to pick up the closer she got.

Oh yeah. He might be her late-night snack. Or a way to quench her thirst.

His dick twitched in anticipation.

Her breathing had a hitch to it. She was probably debating whether fucking him would be a mistake or not.

He could honestly say it would be.

Because once she had a piece of him, she’d never look at another man the same again.

He snorted.

Fuck. Busted.

He opened his eyes to see her standing only inches away, wearing the loose PJ bottoms and very tight tank top she normally wore to bed. No light was needed to see her diamond-hard nipples trying to punch a hole through the cotton.

As he opened his mouth to ask her what she wanted, Taryn jammed a finger against his lips and shook her head.

Hot damn. If she wanted to play it like that…

He was game.

She would get what she wanted. He’d get what he wanted. Both would be winners.

He smothered his grin.

He knew she’d eventually want a taste of his skills but hadn’t expected it to be so soon. He figured he’d have to work for it, and he’d been willing to put in that work. Little did he know that the simple kiss earlier would do all the heavy lifting for him.

Her wanting him to stay silent confirmed she didn’t come downstairs because of an emergency or to have a conversation. She wanted action, not words.

Only, they couldn’t fuck right out in the open on the couch. Not with the kids upstairs. Despite Sunny witnessing a lot of shit she probably shouldn’t whenever she was at The Castle, Stone made an effort for that shit not to include him.

Catching her father pounding pussy might scar her for life.

And as for Taryn’s son…

No.

If Wren caught them, Taryn would never forgive him. Even though Stone wouldn’t be the only one involved, he’d be blamed for her kid needing years of therapy.

But if he didn’t find somewhere private to go, this wouldn’t go far.

He considered their options.

A closet. That would be tight.

Her Honda or his truck, since they were parked in the garage. That would be inconvenient. Plus, they wouldn’t hear the kids if there was a problem.

Or...

She gasped softly as his hand shot out like a striking cobra and captured her wrist. Within seconds, he was on his feet, pulling her back through the front foyer to the other side of the house.

The downstairs bathroom might not be huge, but it had a lock and more space than any of the closets. The ability to watch himself in the mirror as he fucked her would also be a bonus.

Still without a word between them, he steered her into the bathroom and released her before closing and locking the door.

When he flicked on the lights and turned…

Fuck yeah.

A flush had worked up her slender throat, her nipples were screaming his name, her bottom lip was clamped between her teeth, and her eyes glittered like blue diamonds as they focused on his hard-as-fuck dick.

Since she didn’t want them to speak, they’d need to show each other what they wanted instead. He’d go first.

Snagging her hand again, he wrapped her fingers around his hard length before moving it up and down. Once she took over, he grasped the back of her neck and pulled her into him, crushing their mouths together.

Her breath puffed raggedly as he dragged his tongue through her mouth, exploring every corner. Thumbing one of her tight nipples, he was annoyed that she still wore that tank.

Wanting no barriers but a wrap between them, he ended the kiss.

She didn’t stop him when he ripped her top over her head, tossing it aside .

She didn’t stop him when he shoved her PJ bottoms down, leaving her in only black panties.

She didn’t stop him when he shoved his own boxers down far enough they fell to his feet on their own, freeing his erection.

She didn’t stop him when he hooked his fingers in her panties and did the same with them.

Despite her compliance…the urge to rush clawed at his core. He was afraid once reality hit her, she’d change her mind and leave him holding his own dick.

This could be his one and only shot with her. Because he was pretty damn sure once the light of day was upon them, he’d be added to her list of mistakes right below Vic the Dick.

Stone wouldn’t deny that he belonged there.

He was not a good guy. Laws didn’t pertain to him and the only rules he respected had to do with the KOAMC.

His world was made up of two very important things: his daughter and his club. Without Sunny and his brotherhood, his heart had no reason to keep pumping. The Kings were in his blood and that same blood ran through Sunny’s veins.

He lived for both and would die for them, too.

Wrapping her hot, little fingers around his dick again, she began to jerk him off, bringing him back to the room. His hips twitched, wanting to follow her rhythmic pumping, but if he started doing that, he might not be able to stop.

Again, this might be a once and done scenario, so he couldn’t blow it. In more ways than one.

He regretfully peeled her fingers from around his throbbing length and went to the closet, digging around for a box of wraps.

He kept a supply in both bathrooms as well as his bedroom and in the kitchen just in case .

Since he never wanted to be caught with his pants down and no way to protect himself .

A hard, expensive lesson only needed to be learned once.

Condoms were definitely cheaper than diapers and everything else needed to raise a kid. More importantly, it stopped him from being attached to some crazy bitch for a minimum of eighteen years. One hell of a prison sentence.

If he ever had a kid again, he’d want to choose the mother, not the other way around. Getting pregnant wasn’t a way to lock him down, it was a guaranteed way to alienate him.

As it was, one nut nugget was more than enough to deal with right now, fuck you very much. He was also damn sure the woman in the bathroom with him didn’t want to get knocked up again anytime soon. They might not have a lot in common, but they had that.

Despite Taryn’s desire for them to say nothing, Stone was finding it more difficult than expected to trap his thoughts inside his head. Whatever popped in there usually spewed from his mouth.

To keep from fucking up this opportunity, he tossed one of the wraps found in the closet onto the vanity. No reason to put it on yet. Fuck that. He had other plans first.

One had to do with his late-night munchies.

To keep his mouth busy so he didn’t blow her unspoken rule of staying silent, he took her mouth again.

Aside from the kiss they shared on the deck, he hadn’t kissed a woman in a long fucking time.

The only time he was interested in a woman’s mouth was when she was sucking his dick or licking his balls. Or tickling his taint with her tongue.

He had no reason to swap spit with any female. He never kissed Sheena the night they made Sunny and he still wasn’t sure if her pregnancy was an accident or the bitch had tried to trap him.

If so, the joke was on her. She had to carry his daughter for nine months, suffer through the pregnancy and everything that went along with that, and in the end, the plan backfired.

She didn’t get what she wanted. Sheena never got to be his backpack on his sled.

Never got to sleep in his bed. She damn sure never wore his cut and never would.

She never got shit from him except for Sunny.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He currently had a woman he wanted at his fingertips and here he was thinking about a woman he didn’t want, not even if she was the last slit remaining on Earth. He’d rather cut his fucking balls off, stuff them in a blender and…

What the actual fuck!

In an effort to shake those thoughts free, he squeezed Taryn’s tit and swept his tongue through her mouth again. Rolling the hard tip between his thumb and forefinger, he drew a moan from her.

Fuck yeah. That was better.

Her fingers weaved their way into his loose hair before they curled and held fast. As long as she didn’t leave a bald spot, he didn’t give a shit how much she pulled on his scalp. And, what d’ya know , his dick approved of the slight sting.

Her tits fit perfectly in his palm. Just like her nipples would fit perfectly in his mouth, his dick perfectly in her pussy, a finger or two perfectly up her ass.

That list sounded like the perfect plan of attack.

He swallowed her gasp when he plucked her nipples. First one, then the other as he deepened the kiss, practically tickling her tonsils.

Kissing her was dick-hardening hot, but he kept in mind she could pull the plug on this bathroom action at any time. And fuck if he wanted to miss out on what was waiting for him: a slick pussy that would sheath him like a well-oiled baseball glove.

As much as he didn’t want to rush, he also couldn’t take the time to explore every fucking inch of her.

A bathroom sucked for that anyway. While it worked in a pinch, if he really wanted to do her right, he’d prefer to have her spread eagle on a bed where he had room to work and plenty of time to do so.

Without breaking the seal of their lips, he hooked his arms around her ass and lifted her until she was perched on the vanity.

After kneeing her legs open wider, he caught her hot, sweet scent of arousal.

Fuck yeah. If he touched her there…

Fuck that.

When he touched her there, he would find her soaked and ready for him.

Guaran-fucking-teed.