Page 50 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

He’d only known her a couple of months. That wasn’t long enough to make a life-changing decision, despite the fact he liked her in his house, liked her in his bed, loved fucking her, liked her working in The Castle’s kitchen where he could keep tabs on her, and she was great with his kid.

Damn.

That was too many positives to deny. He tried to think of any negatives .

The only one he could come up with immediately was the fact that if they ended up permanently together, he’d either have to buy another house or spend a fortune adding an addition onto his current one.

The reality was, they couldn’t keep letting Wren and Sunny share a room. It wasn’t fair to Sunny. As a girl child, she needed her privacy. And as a boy child who would soon be dealing with uncontrollable hormones, Baby Bird needed his, too. Maybe not now, but soon.

For Stone, jacking off as a teen had become a professional sport. If he only had a fucking dime for every time he pulled one off, he’d be a fucking millionaire.

But right now, sharing a room with Taryn’s boy was a good lesson for Sunny when it came to dealing with shit she didn’t like. She had to learn that she wasn’t always going to get her way.

“It has to do with this.” Taryn cupped the back of his head, rose up on her bare toes, and planted her lips on his.

Fuck yeah.

But he was pretty damn sure that sex wasn’t the only reason why she would miss him.

When her tongue swept through his mouth, he held back to see how this would play out.

Pretty fucking well.

He loved a woman who took the initiative.

He loved a woman who didn’t hide her body or her flaws. Taryn owned that shit.

He loved a woman…

His brain glitched.

Fuck.

No fucking way. That couldn’t be right. Since when did he become some stupid cuck simping over some woman because she gave him a taste of her pussy ?

But the woman kissing him and making his dick ache wasn’t just “some woman.” She was Taryn.

He knew damn well the only agenda she had when originally agreeing to their arrangement was wanting to keep Wren safe and out of her asshole ex’s hands.

She certainly didn’t do it to trap him.

Goddamn it.

She’d burrowed her way into his soul without even fucking trying.

And his stupid ass let it happen.

She was a woman who liked to fuck, cooked the best fucking meals, and could help raise Sunny to become a decent human being.

He couldn’t ask for more than that. Especially since he loved to fuck, loved to eat her meals, and he wasn’t sure he could raise Sunny to become a decent human.

He mentally shook that shit out of his head.

Now what?

Easy. Fuck her, go to bed, and worry about that shit tomorrow. Maybe because he had just burned a fatty right before coming in the house, he wasn’t in the right state of mind.

That had to be it.

As she continued to control the kiss, he pushed the T-shirt up, snagged one of her nipples between his fingers, and rolled it. Her roaming tongue paused and her groan filled his mouth.

That groan needed to be in his ear, that tongue on his dick.

As soon as he twisted the other nipple, she ground against his hard-on.

Wedging her hand between them, she hurried to yank open the button on his jeans and slide down his zipper. As soon as she did, she dug her hand into his boxer briefs and grabbed the throbbing, solid length of him. Her thumb swirled a drop of precum around the head.

When she began jacking his dick, she was stepping in dangerous territory.

He stepped back, freeing himself from any impending disaster. “T-shirt off.”

Her cheeks were flushed and heat filled her eyes as she grabbed the hem of his Harley tee and slowly lifted it over her head.

She learned a few weeks ago to not bother wearing panties to bed unless she wanted to have to replace them. He had zero fucking patience when he wanted to dive face first into her cunt.

“Pinch your nipples.”

The color in her cheeks deepened as she did what he ordered.

While he watched her twist her own nipples, he yanked his own T-shirt over his head and tossed it on top of his belt.

He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down next and easily stepped out of them since he had left his boots, socks, and cut downstairs.

As soon as he was naked, she fisted his dick again and began to pump away.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her against him. He dragged his nose up her throat, then used his tongue on the way back down as she continued to jack him off. With a groan, he thrusted into her soft, warm palm.

They needed to move this along.

She must have thought the same thing, because without releasing him, she sank to her knees and she pulled him deep into her hot, wet mouth.

Holy fuck.

His eyes slid shut and his hips jerked in time with her movement. When her teeth lightly scraped over the crown, he moved to stop her.

He was hanging by a fucking thread. Sometimes he let her finish him off, then took his time eating her out until he was hard again. While she was a fucking awesome cook, his favorite meal was between her thighs, but not tonight.

Tonight he didn’t have the patience to wait to be inside her. He’d have to make it up to her tomorrow.

“Babe,” he pushed out from between clenched teeth and grabbed her elbows to lift her to her feet. Seeing her lips shiny made his already aching dick flex. “Get on the bed.”

When she turned, he slapped her ass hard enough that she jerked forward and barely smothered her squeal.

He took over pumping his own dick. “Hurry up, woman. My patience is gone.”

“So is mine,” she answered as she climbed on the bed. “You took too long to come home.”

Home. That single word coming from her mouth made his heart swell and fill his chest.

Yeah, his home was now hers. She belonged here.

Tomorrow. Think about this fuckin’ shit tomorrow when your brain ain’t down in your dick.