Page 29 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

Chapter Eighteen

Stone scooped up the sleeping boy, careful not to wake him. Taryn had mentioned the other morning how Baby Bird slept like the dead. He sure as fuck hoped that was true. He didn’t need her son waking in the middle of Stone’s plan and fucking it up.

A plan he had come up with while he once again stared restlessly at the ceiling from the goddamn couch.

Why couldn’t he sleep? Because of the temptation on the second floor. The one in his bed.

Seeing the prospect trying to get a piece of her today proved he wasn’t the only one she tempted. Of course, she hadn’t done it on purpose. She hadn’t been flirting or even toying with any of the club members—not even him—while at The Castle, but even without that, something about her drew men.

It could be she wasn’t even aware of it.

But he was.

It was refreshing to have a woman in their midst whose goal wasn’t to collar one of them. Or be worried more about the way she looked.

Taryn was simply trying to get by in life and make a damn living. Trying to raise her son right. Trying not to get beat to fuck by her dickhead ex.

However, he needed to get this plan rolling before Taryn woke up, too. He thought it was a damn good one. Of fucking course, she might not agree and put a stop to it.

When he had headed into his bedroom, he had nudged the door wider with his foot so he could carry Wren back through it without knocking the kid silly. Bonking his head against the door frame might wake up the whole household, including his own cranky crotch fruit.

After creeping up the steps and on his way to his bedroom, he had opened Sunny’s bedroom door to peek inside to make sure she was crashed, too. The proof was the soft snoring coming from under the covers pulled over her head. His girl liked to burrow deep when she slept.

Come winter, she’d be wrapped up like a fucking burrito.

He carefully carried Baby Bird into her room, keeping an eye on the sleeping boy. His eyes were still closed, his mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies, and every muscle soft like jelly.

Good.

After gently placing the kid on the top bunk, Stone covered him up before quietly slipping back out of the room and securing the door behind him. Both kids would be surprised come morning, but they needed to get used to sharing the room since Stone planned on reclaiming his bed.

With Taryn in it.

He avoided the squeaky floorboard on his way back to his room, closed the door with a soft click, then twisted the lock so their nut nuggets didn’t barge in without warning .

He’d prefer to avoid that cockblock. He’d also prefer that Wren didn’t catch Stone’s ass railing his mother. That could cause all kinds of emotional damage for both Taryn and her son.

He shucked his boxers, leaving them where they dropped. While fisting his dick, he approached the bed and paused to study an out-cold Taryn.

She had to be worn out from spending the day shooting content for her new YouTube channel. How filming videos about cooking were so damn tiring, he had no fucking clue.

But he was happy to see that she took his suggestion seriously. He had no doubt she’d be successful at it. The more money she made from teaching online classes—maybe even doing that meal prep shit—the less she’d have to go into a stranger’s home.

Which could be a dangerous fucking undertaking on a good day.

While those videos would keep her busy in the daylight, tonight, no videos would be made. Hell no , tonight would be all live action.

He grinned.

As long as she didn’t shut him down.

His grin flattened at that possibility.

All he needed to do was play his cards right and convince her that what they did in the bathroom should be done on a regular basis.

A bonus to their original agreement.

Another win-fucking-win.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet whispered along her smooth skin as he slid it down and exposed her tempting flesh.

He quickly discovered she no longer wore the PJ bottoms she had on earlier, but only a pair of underwear that looked similar to his boxers.

He was pretty fucking sure his daughter called them something like boy shorts.

Didn’t fucking matter.

He settled more than just his ass on the mattress, doing his best not to shake it too much since he wasn’t ready for her to wake up. Not yet, anyway. He wanted to take this time to explore her when she wasn’t in motion. When she was completely unaware and relaxed.

When he could appreciate her fully without any interruptions.

With her lying on her stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, he studied every inch he could see.

From the dark strands of hair covering her face to the feminine curves of her shoulders, the arch of her spine, the dip found at the small of her back, the rise of her fuckable ass cheeks in that snug red cotton.

He curled his fingers tightly into his palms to fight the urge to smack them. To watch them jiggle from the impact. Possibly explore an area he doubted anyone had touched yet.

He’d volunteer to be the first.

His gaze followed the descending slope of her ass—he was tempted to sink his teeth there—to her soft thighs. He visually traced her calves before ending with her bare feet.

He noticed days ago how cute her toes were. The nails were painted a light pink, the same as the short nails on her hands. She probably had to keep them trimmed due to working with food.

In the little over a week he’d known her, he’d seen zero evidence of this woman being high maintenance.

She didn’t wear heavy makeup or a bunch of flashy jewelry.

No fake hair, fake lashes or even fake nails.

The bathroom wasn’t overflowing with a bunch of bullshit to make her look good and fake out a man.

He swore some women had a product for each part of her damn body. A few times he’d woken up in a woman’s bed and went to take a piss only to find the counter covered in expensive bullshit used to make them look better than they were in reality.

He preferred women who didn’t give him a jump scare when he woke up next to them after their makeup had worn off. Of course, when his buzz was, too.

When Taryn wasn’t wearing her chef uniform, she just wore casual clothes. Jeans, T-shirts, shit like that. He hadn’t seen her in a dress or heels yet.

Stone couldn’t say he’d hate it, though. With her banging body and natural beauty, he bet she’d look smoking hot dressed up. She’d look even hotter when he bent her over, flipped that dress up and fucked her from behind.

Fuck yeah.

He pumped his fist faster.

It was time to stop fantasizing and time to start touching something other than his own dick. Licking, nipping, and biting was also on his to-do list. Maybe even leave behind a mark or two before he was through.

Fucking her in his bed would be a hell of a lot better than the quick fuck downstairs on the vanity in that cramped bathroom, despite having no complaints about it. Here, he could get comfortable and take his time appreciating her.

Instead of a midnight snack, he would enjoy a full-course meal.

For fuck’s sake , he needed to stop imagining it and start doing it.

With a single finger, he swept her hair over her bare shoulder, then softly pressed his lips where her neck and hairline met .

Her hair smelled damn good. Fruity. Nothing with a heavy scent.

For better access, he settled over her on his hands and knees, caging her in but careful to keep his weight off her. He wanted to avoid startling her awake and scaring the shit out of her.

Using the tip of his tongue, he drew a line down her neck, only stopping when he reached the neckline of one of the ribbed tank tops she liked to sleep in. Tonight’s was white and he was damn sure if he rolled her over, he’d be able to make out her pink nipples through the fabric.

He’d get to them soon enough.

Again, as long as she didn’t wake up swinging and clobber the shit out of him. If she told him to fuck off, he would. He wanted her to want this as much as he did.

If he gave her good dick tonight, she’d be more open to him giving it to her every night. On top of getting a piece of Taryn, his other goal was to stop sleeping on the fucking couch. His aching back hated him.

After lightly skimming his lips over her shoulders, he skipped everywhere still covered with clothes and concentrated on her luscious legs. He continued on his path, brushing his lips over the warm, smooth skin of her thighs, the back of her knees on his way down to her toes.

At mid-calf, she jerked awake, but didn’t move even an inch until he finished. She didn’t need to announce she was no longer sleeping. The goosebumps now decorating her flesh did that.

She cleared the sleep from her throat. “You’re not Wren.”

“Sure as fuck hope not,” he murmured against her warm skin. He was going to continue with his plan until she said otherwise.

“What are you doing in here? ”

Damn, her husky whisper hit him right in the dick. “Remember the birds and the bees talk you mentioned the other day? I need to have it with you?”

“Not funny.”

“Ain’t tryin’ to make you laugh. Prefer to make you come.”

She stretched like one of the stray cats hanging around The Castle and released a long moan.

At least she didn’t scream at him to fuck off. Or shove him off. Or punch him in the nuts. He took those as good signs his ass wasn’t going to get kicked out of her bed. His bed.

“Where’s Wren?”

“Asleep on the top bunk in Sunny’s room.”

“When he wakes up, he’s not going to know where he is.”

“Kid’s smart enough to figure it out.”

“I’m not sure I want him sleeping in there.”

“Damn sure I don’t want him sleepin’ in here.” He’d normally inform her that it was his bed and that meant his rules. One of those rules being no kids sharing his bed. But he’d keep that shit to himself for now since he didn’t want to risk Taryn kicking his ass out of his own bed.