I spread her wide and don’t make her wait anymore as I plunge my tongue in, sighing at the taste of her. I hold her down as she squirms, but I don’t let her get away from what I want. And I want all of her, every last bit. But I especially want to watch her explode from my tongue on her.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she hisses, trying to pull away from the pressure as I move my tongue from fucking her to flicking at her clit. I move up and put my fingers in her mouth, and she sucks on them without instruction.
“That’s right, baby girl. Get them nice and wet,” I say, then grunt as she bites down. I pull my hand out and grab herchin, pinching her tightly as I stop my tongue-lashing and slide up her body. “Now, that wasn’t nice.”
“What’re you going to do about it?” she sasses with that damn accent of hers, and I swear to fucking Christ, I’m rock hard again.
I let go of her chin, to which she twists with a pout of her lips as if she won, only to suck in a deep breath as I slam all three fingers into her. “Fuuuuck.”
“That’s the point, baby girl.” I keep at it, not going easy on her. I watch every emotion on her face as I twist and rock my fingers, fluttering them inside her till I see the moment she’s about to explode. Then I kiss her, stealing her screams for only me to enjoy with her last breath.
The spasms of her tight cunt pull my lips from her mouth to lick first my fingers and then her pussy clean. But she tastes so damn good that I can’t stop. I take everything I can into my mouth. Flicking her clit with my tongue, sucking it deep, then forcing my tongue so far in that she comes again. This time, I let the ringing from her screams bring a smile to my face as I lap up every bit of her release like she did me.
As I take my last few licks, I lock eyes with her and am rewarded once more with that smile that might be the death of me. Because the more I see it, the more I want to keep putting it on her face.
When we finally emerge from my room, my focus is on food and food alone. But the fates have other plans for me.
“Yo, Bass.”
My name pulls my attention, and my smile drops when I see the look on Flint’s face.
“Shit,” she says, and I know she saw it too. The look Flint has isn’t one you give unless some shit is about to go down.
I don’t think, just react. Ollie isn’t far, just out back. Chains sent me a text earlier, probably knowing I was “talking” to Milly and would want to know where he was, as it makes her feel better once she has him in sight.
“Get Ollie,” I say in her ear as I pull her in close and kiss her temple. Not sure if this moment brought it on or what happened before, but she just nods, not even pushing me off as she turns and pecks my lips a second before she leaves to walk outside.
I watch her go, the tingle of her small kiss itching my skin. I know I’ve got eyes on me, and despite what we claim to civilians, we’re a gossipy bunch of assholes. No doubt everyone will know about our little moment by the time supper is ready.
But I don’t care. I don’t have time to care. Something’s up, and my attention needs to be focused on that and not what a brother’s going to say about watching me basically claim a woman at the clubhouse.
Kissing a vamp happens, sure. It’s not unheard of. But you kiss when you fuck. You don’t have temple kisses and goodbye pecks with a lay. That shit is for something more. Might not be a lot more, but justmoremore. And I don’t have a fucking clue what Milly and I are, butmoredoesn’t even scratch the surface.
I head to Flint, who turns and goes back to his “cave of justice,” as we all finally began calling it after his very long attempt to get the name to stick.
When we enter, I see I’m the last to arrive. Law, Bulldog, and Casper are already here.
“What’s up?”
“We’ve got problems,” Casper says, trying to touch something on the computer before Flint slaps at his hand as he regains his seat.
“And that would be?” I look at Bulldog, then Law.
“Ivan,” Law says, looking from one of the computer screens to me. “He’s reached out to the Hounds on our Operation Hell Hound accounts. He wants to hire us for a job.”
“For how much? What’s the job?” I ask as I feel my heart beat faster than it ever has in my life.
“Four million,” Bulldog says.
Fuck, that’s a lot of money. More than any of the other jobs we’ve ever been offered before.
“To find his kidnapped son,” Law says, and the air goes right out of my lungs.
Shit.
Chapter 22—Milly
The warm air that moves my hair does nothing to cool me off. I’ve been to almost every state since I started this unofficial US tour three years ago, and I can list the worst heat locations on one hand. But in the summer? Doesn’t matter if you’re in Harlingen, Texas, or Manhattan, Kansas. Heat is heat, and wind isn’t going to do much unless it brings rain and a cool breeze.
