Page 713 of The Tempted
My mother looked like she was about to have a stroke when she looked at me. It didn’t matter she hadn’t seen or spoken to me in years. She was disgusted by the ink that covered my skin and in the back of her twisted head she was probably scheduling an appointment with her plastic surgeon to see if they could be removed.
The tattoos on my skin tell my life story one she never took an interest in.
And if she knew the life I chose over the one she wanted for me she’d be appalled. If she knew Lauren was shot, or that Bones died because of some beef my club had she’d fucking lose her shit.
This is who I am.
And as Lauren takes me as I am, loves me for who I am, that’s all I need. The only man I need to be is the man that owns her heart.
I’m not a Montgomery.
Though, the trust fund they set me up with helped when I fucked that shit with the Chinese. Thank God for that fucking thing.
I slide my tongue between Lauren’s parted lips and take my frustrations out on her mouth. Cradling her face in my hands, my thumbs caress her cheeks as she tightens her hold on my neck and presses her body against mine.
That body.
My hands drop away from her face and slide down her curves, finding the hem of her t-shirt. I start to work the cotton up her body, breaking away from her mouth to pull the shirt over her head.
“Are you trying to shut me up?” Kitten asks as she reaches for the button on her denim shorts. Her breasts are heavy, full, and her nipples, those perky things were begging for Riggsy boy to play with them.
“Maybe,” I admit, bending my head to take one nipple between my teeth. I tug on the bud before drawing it into my mouth and running my tongue over it. “Is it working?”
“Promise me you’ll give it some thought.”
“I promise you I’m not thinking about my parents while I have your nipple in my mouth. Now take your shorts off, Kitten,” I order as my hand slips into the waistband of her shorts and my fingers graze the lace covering her pussy.
“At least you’re honest,” she groans as she shimmies out of her shorts. I drop to my knees, lifting one foot at a time and rid her of the shorts that pool around her ankles. Next, I cup the cheeks of her ass with my palms and bring her closer and brush my mouth against the scar from her cesarean.
Her fingers work my hair as my teeth latch onto the elastic of her panties and drag them down her body.
“I’m going to be real honest with you,” I murmur as she steps out of her panties, pulling her glasses off her face and shaking out her hair. She gives me the come fuck me eyes and puts her sexy face on. I should to tell her she didn’t need to do all that because I always want her. I wanted her from the minute I came home, dressed in a wet t-shirt, with SpaghettiOs in her hair. Lauren is the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on. “Honesty is me telling you you’re beautiful. Honesty is my word that you’re all I need to get by in this world. Honesty is you and me becoming one and forgetting there even is a world outside this apartment. You, Kitten, you’re everything and that’s the fucking truth. It doesn’t get any more honest than that.”
Her breath hitches as I grab a hold of her thighs and push them a part, all the while keeping my eyes locked with hers.
Love those eyes.
She braces her hands on my shoulders and I shift so I am sitting on the floor, staring up at her.
“Come here, Kitten, give me my honesty…give me you,” I rasp, reaching behind her to cup her ass and bring her down to me. She wraps her arms around my neck as she takes a seat on my lap.
“This what you want?” she asks breathlessly as she rocks against my erection straining to break through my worn jeans.
“No,” I admit, lowering my back until it was flat against the carpet. “Up here, Kitten,” I say, pointing to my mouth before taking one of her hands and guiding her up my body until she was positioned right where I wanted her, hovering over my face. She looked down at me, her hair wild around her face as her tongue traced her bottom lip.
“Give meyou,” I plead.
She closes her eyes and lowers herself onto my waiting mouth. A moan escapes her as my tongue parts her lips and delves inside. Honesty was knowing I’d never get tired of this. I grip her hips as she arches against my mouth, my tongue teasing her, lavishly licking my way until I find her clit. She cries my name as I suck it into my mouth.
Honesty is knowing my name was never truly mine until I heard her say it.
Scream it.
Cry it.
Whisper it.
I pull my mouth back, glide my fingers over the path my tongue took before pushing two of them inside her and slamming my mouth back over her clit. She fists my hair and quickens her pace, riding me, taking what she needs from me.
