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Chapter

Eleven

Stone

A s soon as the vote was done and Church was over, I made my way back up to the cabin, leaving Smoke to deal with Tenley and discuss his crazy plans.

I’d not had much chance to judge just how affected Oriana was earlier from the unexpected arrival of her stepsister, Tenley, at the clubhouse. I knew she was pissed. The way she went for her said it all.

After I’d carried her back to the cabin earlier over my shoulder and given her an orgasm at the front door, as soon as we’d stepped inside, Sasha had consumed us. She had wanted all the attention and insisted on reenacting a scene from Beauty and the Beast with Cub, the youngest club member and regular sitter, playing the part of the Beast to her Belle, of course. It was a bit cringy, yet fortunately nothing bordering on inappropriate. That girl. She’s not far off four but has the sass of a fourteen-year-old.

Before I knew it, my phone was buzzing with a message informing me that Church had been called, and I was grabbing Cub as we were both needed back at the clubhouse, giving me very little alone time with Oriana.

So now, when I step back into the cabin and find that Sasha is sparked out on the couch, taking a nap after all the drama of being a Disney princess, I corner Oriana in the kitchen. With a chopping board in front of her, I find her slicing and dicing various vegetables, which I can only assume is in preparation for this evening’s dinner. I move up behind her and breathe her in. She smells like fresh linen, delicious vanilla and honey, and I instantly want to take a bite out of her. Her hair, that is pulled up high into a ponytail, is still wet from where she must have grabbed a quick shower while I’ve been gone. Her go-to when she’s stressed or worked up about something and needs to let the power shower wash away her heightening temper.

She’s wearing a pretty pale pink strapless sundress. One of those with the lines of stretchy stitching across the chest that makes the fabric cling to her tits, accentuating the exceptional roundness of them. The fabric then loose and flowing to mid-thigh, giving me a view of her bare, shapely legs.

Oriana is not usually into dresses but the heat here in Nevada at this time is punishing during the day and with the air-con currently busted, she’s taken to forgoing the yoga pants, jeans and t-shirts for more feminine attire.

The air-con is nothing that I can’t fix, but I’ll admit, I’ve been enjoying my girl looking all soft and feminine in pastel colors and light, sheer fabrics I’ve been putting off the job. Spontaneous sex sessions are much easier when she’s wearing less restricting garments.

The dress she’s wearing now is the perfect example.

I step up behind her and rest my chin on her shoulder, inhaling more of her intoxicating scent.

“Please tell me they have removed her from the premises?” she asks as she continues to hack away at the broccoli in front of her.

“Last I saw of Tenley was her being herded back into Smoke’s office.” I slip my arm around her, just under her tits, and nip at her earlobe before sucking it into my mouth. “Depending on how that goes, and Smoke’s final decision, she could either be on her way home with a burner phone in her purse after she’s agreed to the club’s demands. Or, in the boot of one of the guy’s cages, about to be driven out and buried somewhere between here and Lake Tahoe.”

She turns suddenly in my arms to face me, her expression one of pure horror.

“Smoke wouldn’t, would he?” she gasps.

“Woah, back the fuck off babe,” I warn, releasing my hold on her and taking a couple of steps back when the sharp kitchen knife she’d been chopping with comes a little too close to my chest than I’m comfortable with.

“What?” she shrugs at my harsh outburst. I point at the weapon in her hand. Her eyes flick from me to the knife and back again. “Oh, my god. Sorry,” she gushes and does a half turn so she can place it safely onto the countertop. “Stone, tell me he won’t hurt her, will he? ”

“I can’t rule it out,” I respond honestly, but when I see her eyes go wide and get glassy, tears building in her pretty cerulean eyes, my need to protect her from any pain takes over and I offer words of reassurance. “But hey, the way the vote went, I’m pretty sure that will not be the case.” I bring her back into my arms before I add. “Your stepsister is going to be of use to the MC so he’d be crazy to do anything, so try not to worry.”

Oriana visibly starts to relax in my arms. Her chin rests on my chest as she looks up at me, but not for long.

“Perfect!” she huffs. “That means my worst nightmare, namely Tenley, is going to be visiting Smoke.” Oriana lets out a deep sigh. “I honestly don’t know which is worse.”

She turns back to the chore, picking up the knife and starts chopping away with even more savagery than before, a tightness in her shoulders that I want to ease as much as her stress and fears.

However hard I try, I will never understand women, this one included, I doubt that I’ll ever get it.

This woman. One minute she’s scared to shit about the wellbeing of her stepsister, then the next, her barriers are back up, and she’s professing her hatred for Tenley.

I rest against the counter beside her and watch how her beautiful face is marred by the crease between her brows and the tightness around her usually pert lips, that are now pressed firmly together in a thin line.

“So come on. What exactly is the deal between the two of you?”

“Not now, Stone. I’m busy. I still need to prepare the chicken.” She says, trying to brush me off. “We can discuss it another time.”

“Wrong answer,” I shoot her down. “Right here, right now, before Sasha is Jonesing for our attention. Tell me why you two seem to hate each other.” She lets out a huge reluctant sigh, but speaks up.

“The short story,” Oriana turns to face me full on. “Tenley has always placed the blame for the breakup of her mum and dad’s marriage firmly on my mum, despite her not meeting her dad until three months after they’d already split.”

“Oh, and I might be stating the obvious here. Didn’t your father explain that to her?” A single tear slides down her cheek and I instantly regret pushing her to talk.

“Of course he did, however she was only three or four at the time. Besides, it wasn’t until I came along one year later that her unruly behavior started. She put us all through hell, especially our dad. Tenley was trouble with a capital T. At first, I idolized her. She was my big sister. I used to spend half my life wishing it was the weekend when Tenley would come to stay. I would follow her around like a sheep. She made me her puppet and stupidly I did everything she asked of me, which usually got me into hot water with my parents. Eventually, I saw the light, realized that she was nothing but a manipulative bully, and I started to fight back. The rest is history.”

“Damn. I’m sorry you had to go through that, sweetheart,” I offer, yet I can’t stop the indifference in my tone.

“God, I’m so sorry, Stone.” She flings herself forward and into me, her hands coming up and wrapping tightly around my neck. “I’m complaining about my sibling when it’s not so long ago that you lost yours.”

“Hey, let’s not go there.” I brush my lips across hers, still my words and sign of affection don’t stop the pitiful look she gives me. Call me a bastard if you wish, but what I see is an opportunity to take exactly what I crave, and if it means manipulating the situation, so be it.

“Although, that was a tad insensitive,” I tilt my head up, check out the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. Works like magic.

“Baby,” she reaches up on her tiptoes. Her hands fall to each side of my face and bring my gaze down to meet hers. Her eyes search mine for forgiveness before she places a firm kiss on my lips. “I’m so sorry. What can I do? What can I say to make this right?”

“Well, there is one thing that would make me feel better.” With the tip of my index finger, I slide it between the valley of her cleavage and flip the stretchy fabric down, releasing her tits in one swift movement. I grab her ass and lift her up onto the counter. The full pale flesh of her breast is now free for the taking. I place my lips around one of the dusky pink nipples and suck it into my mouth.

“Fuck,” she whisper-moans when I bite down on the succulent bud. “What about Sasha?”

I suck on her nipple hard until she lets out a little shriek that tells me I’ve hit the pleasure-pain level that she likes before releasing it from my mouth with a pop. “She’s asleep.”

“I thought I was meant to be making you feel better?” she gasps when I pull up her dress and tilt her hips towards me so she has to rest back on her elbows to keep her balance.

“Don’t ever think that tasting you, teasing you, giving you pleasure doesn’t make me feel good. It’s fucking incredible.” I drop my mouth to her sweet, eager pussy, and she mews out her approval. “Now keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I finger fuck you. Wouldn’t want to wake Sasha now, would we?” She shakes her head in agreement, biting down on the corner of her lip to keep herself from moaning out. “Good girl, because I’ve every intention of having you on your knees and sucking me dry before we get any interruptions.”

When I slide my tongue deep inside her pussy while flicking her clit with my thumb, she claps her thighs around my head. I stop what I’m doing, grab her ankles and push them up, bringing her legs wide open. “Lay back and give me your hands.” I growl at her. When she does as I ask, holding her hands out to me, I take them and place them on the inner side of her knees and push her legs out even further. “If you want to come, you keep those legs of yours wide, and your hands right there until I say you can let go.”

I tease her with my tongue and mouth until her legs are quivering and her breathing is erratic. With a hard pinch of her clit between my finger and thumb, she comes so hard. She releases her hold on her legs so she can clamp both of her hands firmly over her mouth to contain the noisy moans of her orgasm without my permission. On this occasion, I let it pass. I don’t, however, give her much time to catch her breath as I pull her to her feet, only to guide her down onto her knees in front of me.

I’m so fucking hard and eager to have her mouth around my cock that when her fingers fumble with the zip of my jeans, her mind still hazy, her eyes unfocused from her sexual high, I take over. My thick, engorged cock stands proud, and as she takes me into her mouth greedily, I tug at the band in her hair until the damp mane falls loose around her shoulders.

“Fuck,” I groan as quietly as I can. The silkiness of her wet, warm mouth sheathing me is pleasure and torture in equal measure. Along with the sensation of her mouth against my heated skin that is blowing my mind. The need to keep control when all I want to do is vocalize as loud as fuck what she’s doing to me is agonizing.

“Babe,” is all I dare mumble, despite wanting to say a lot more. A million sensations scatter across my skin when she orbits the crown with her tongue, then flicks the frenulum with the tip. “You’re killing me, woman,” I hiss between gritted teeth when she slackens her jaw and opens up her throat, taking me deeper.

With my hands threaded into her hair, unable to hold back, I pump my cock deep into her mouth unrestrained. Her eyes stream as she struggles to control her gag reflex, but in her eyes, I see the love and passion that she holds for me. That look is the final trigger that has me pulling back. Before I pull my cock from her mouth, she digs her nails into my ass cheeks, holding me in place, giving me no alternative than to spill my seed between her pretty, swollen lips. She takes it all, and swallows down every drop. I sweep away the dampness on her face with my thumbs, enraptured by those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

I help Oriana to her feet and bring her into my arms. We stand clinging to one another, our breathing slowly coming back to a less erratic rhythm.

A subtle sound of movement from the couch tells us that our impromptu tryst is coming to an end soon, I put my junk away and secure my pants, Oriana pulls up the top of her dress to cover her tits and smooths out the fabric of the skirt. I grab some paper towel in my hand and sweep it between her legs. Her discarded panties are on the floor, so I scoop them up.

“I so want to fuck you right now,” I hum into her ear. “But I’ll wait until later. But be warned, it’s going to be hard, it’s going to be rough and you’ll still be feeling the after effects into next week.” I slam my lips onto hers, taking her mouth, affirming my promise before I step away from her, leaving her breathless.

I dump the damp tissue into the trash can, while her panties that carry her scent go safely into my jeans pocket.

“Daddy Gabe,” Sasha calls from where she’s stood on the couch looking over the back. She disappears for a moment while she gets down on the floor and comes to stand in front of me, hands on hips, looking every bit the diva. “Where have you been? You missed me singing Beauty and the Beast.”

“Sorry baby girl, I had to go help Uncle Smoke.”

“Mmm. You’re always helping Uncle Smoke with things,” she softens, her arms hanging loosely at the side. “Maybe he needs to go to kindergarten with me when I’m five so he can learn, too.”

“Yeah, good idea.” I bend down and scoop her up into my arms. Damn, she’s growing fast. Holding her in my arms like this makes it blatantly clear that it won’t be long before I’ll have to switch to hugs and piggybacks instead of carrying her in my arms. “Why don’t you ask him when he comes up to join us for dinner later?”

“Smoke is coming for dinner?” Oriana asks. I turn with Sasha to respond, only to find that her face is still flushed from her orgasm. The tinge of pink suits her, and I’m more than happy to work at keeping it there.

“He is now,” I snicker, already retrieving my phone from my jeans pocket and shooting a one-handed text off to him. “Can’t wait to hear his thoughts on Sasha’s schooling idea.”

“He might say no,” she suggests. “He’s had quite the day.”

“Have you ever known Smoke to say no when it comes to your cooking?” I wink at Oriana. “I might have also mentioned that Sasha wants him here, and you know how much of a sucker he is for her.”

Oriana rolls her eyes at me, still the curl of her mouth tells me she’s looking forward to it, too.

“Sssssucker,” Sasha giggles, dragging out the ‘S’, and we can’t help but laugh along with her, too.