A LIL' LESS LOST (The Kingsmen Book 2) (7 page)

Mmmm. I want to suck on each one, making her squirm and pant as I toy with her. Damn. I need to get her back to the hotel room, now. The beach boy comes up to us and I drop the key to the rental in his hand while my baby drapes her lifejacket over him as we pass by. I don't stop, I can't. Our room is a walk out on the main floor thirty yards from beach. I fumble around behind her for the handle and slide the glass open, the cool, conditioned air hits us like a wall and her skin prickles at the sudden rush.

The moment I step us over the threshold, she plays with the bikini string and pulls, freeing her girls to spill out of the little white triangles. I mouth at them hungrily, licking and flicking at them, tasting their sweetness, taking turns between their fullness. I throw us up against the nearest wall and push into her raising her higher against the sheetrock. She calls out as I push the sounds from her. “Baby... yes. Umm.”

Her fingernails scratch across my back scorching their way as she latches onto me. I kiss her neck deep, her muscles straining against me, holding herself upright against my assault. “You ready to try something new, baby girl?” I ask into the crook of her neck, her pulse pounding beneath my lips, quickening with each kiss.

She pants loudly sucking on my earlobe. “Yes! Now... show me now, Jay!” She is such a needy little thing, I fucking love it. I use my hips to pin her against the wall as I tear the side strings to her bottom and pull it away from her, throwing it behind me. Lil's catches on to my plan and pushes down on my swim trunks freeing my dick to push against us. She grabs onto me and strokes slowly, teasing my hardness.

I release my lips from hers and stare down at the sight between us. Fucking beautiful... My girl working me over. The tip is purplish with my need for her, glistening as it weeps a bit of me out of the opening. She rubs her thumb in the slickness, covering over the rim back and forth. I growl at the sensation, the cool air torturing the moist sensitive skin. I look up in to her eyes, holding her focus. She licks her lips. That's it. I can't wait another second.

I slam myself into her, throwing my weight into her, her tits jumping from the force. Over and over I push, deeper and harder as she inches higher up in front of me attempting to escape the pounding. I hold her tight, pushing her down into my thrusts, bottoming out repeatedly while she screams out my name.

She moans into my mouth, needing, wanting me. My tongue entices hers out of her lips and I circled it over and over before sucking on it tight. I balance her so I can free my hand from her ass, shoving it down between us using my fingers to thumb her own tip voraciously.

She throws her head back in ecstasy, her gratification taking hold as she cries out, her body spasming in my hold. I offer her no relief. She is mine. I toy with her clit as she begs me to stop, needing to recover from her last orgasm. It is time my baby feels the rush only I can give her. I latch onto her mouth and double the pressure on my dripping hand, round and around. She bites my lip hard, her animalistic nature seeping out from its cave. She stops breathing as her next explosion takes over, as she stiffens and her legs quiver, jerking themselves in outbursts.

I kiss her forehead as her head falls forward against mine, limp from exertion. She turns into dead weight in my arms, and I push several times into her until my own detonation. My baby musters up enough strength to grab onto my kiss as I spill myself deep into her.

NOW

The rumble of Clink's bike faded, with small clouds of dust settling on the pavement. With their absence, the men calmed and returned to their places... all the commotion dying down. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. We have a bit of wiggle room in the next couple of hours but Clink better not derail our plan.

Tiny and Sunny appeared behind me, his hands groping her. Damn, these two were jumping each other every chance they got. I mean, one night away from each other and they were practically feral right now. I hadn't realized that they were behind me. “ 'Sup, bro?”

Tiny inclined his head in the direction of the departed bike and it's riders. “This a good idea, Jay? We got time for these games right now?”

I let out some pent up frustration with my deep breath, rubbing my temple hard trying to release a bit more. “I don't know, man... Clink's dick rarely thinks rationally.”

Sunny perked up suddenly, either from the topic at hand or Tiny's groping palms. “She's a nice girl, you two.” We both eyed her. “What? She comes into the shop a lot. I've gotten to know her. I'm the one who told her to bring her car here.”

Hmmm. I turn my attention from the two of them toward the front gates. Something just seemed off.

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHARLOTTE

The deep vibrations between my thighs felt exactly as I imagined they would. I had pictured this moment, built myself up for it. It was easier than I could have dreamed, driving right into their compound, but I had never thought things would progress this quickly. I had driven past the metal gates countless times before, wondering how to make my way inside. I mean, I'd be stupid to say I wasn't intimidated by these guys. But I was determined. I had a plan. This guy in front of me wasn't exactly part of it, but maybe this could work. It might be time to adjust accordingly. He could offer me an
in
that I could only hope for.

I pushed my chest up against this hard barricade in front of me and splayed my hands wide over his stomach, kneading the fabric with my fingers. Hmm. This was impressive. Tight, strong... warm. I could feel his body tighten under my palms. Good. This may be easier than I would have thought.

I knew who this guy was. I had studied them, observed them. I knew each player in the tight knit inner circle of Kingsmen. Originally, I had thought the younger one, T.J., would have been an easy mark. He was a little wet behind the ears for my taste but he seemed like he was eager for a go round when I dropped off my Jeep for repairs.

  I hadn't seen this guy, Clink, around that day... but he would do just fine. He was more my type anyway... older, ruggedly handsome with a hard edge to him. It would be easier to do what I needed to if I was genuinely attracted to the guy, anyway. I was still damp from my first interaction with him. He was cocky and just a little bit too secure for my tastes, but he has a magnetism that just caused my body to do things against its will. Too bad he had to ruin it by opening his mouth. His cheesy come-on line burst my little eye candy bubble. As long as he could keep his trap shut, I might actually enjoy myself a little bit. I would just have to make sure that his mouth was occupied with other things, keeping him too busy to spoil anything more with his words.

We pulled into the main entrance for the hospital, the tires hugging the curve of the road as we swayed our weight collectively to compensate. I tugged gently on his shirt catching his attention before releasing it and pointing to the far side of the building, the service entrance for deliveries. “Over there,” I directed.

His bike reached the semi-seclusion of the hidden loading dock. I hadn't been working here long, but I knew enough about the daily routine and schedule to know that no deliveries would be made this time of afternoon. I usually walked through the main doors for my shifts, but I thought my new boy toy would appreciate the privacy that this alternate route could offer.

The engine ceased and Clink let go of the handle bars, straightening up, leaning back into me. He didn't smell at all like I had expected a biker to smell. I somehow expected body odor, gasoline, cigarettes... you name it. The fouler it was, the more likely I expected it to encompass his aroma. But this guy smelled like a mixture of body wash and after shave with a hint of weed. Not the cheap stinky kind but the deep husky pricy kind.

I held onto his arms as I steadied my dismount from the large piece of machinery. He cocked his head slightly to the side and smirked at me as I fumbled with the helmet trying to free myself. There was no way to look sexy while doing this, but I was trying to. That probably made it look all the more amusing to him. He laughed, deep and deliciously, as he threw his leg over the seat and stood in front of me, pushing my own hands out of the way so his could work the straps.

His hazel eyes sparkled down at me, tiny wear lines and creases around them. You couldn't see them from afar. This man wore his age well, but up this close I could see all of the fine leather like texture to his skin. He's probably not handled a bottle of sunscreen in his entire life. But, it suited him somehow.

“Uhhh. Thanks. I've never had to wear one of these before.” I tried to explain my ineptness. Once my hair was freed, I shook it loose around me, my own herbal shampoo tones mixing with his scent. He crooked his finger and used the back of it to pass down my cheek, smoothing away some loose ends and tucking them behind my ear. His touch was soft but deliberate. The deep rhythm of my pulse vibrated in my ears. “Yeah... I didn't peg a girl like you for a biker chick.”

What was this... was he
actually
capable of being funny?

“Well, thanks for getting me here on time. I... I just put my life in your hands and I don't even know you.”

He cleared his throat. “People call me Clink, that's all there is too know... but you can call me anything you want, sugar.”

Ugh. Here he goes again pissing away a perfectly good moment of chemistry by spewing his clichéd vernacular. I mean,
SUGAR?
Do women actually like being called that?

My inner bitchiness laughed. Little did this douche know I was anything but sweet. I was more like a dose of hot sauce. I could burn him. I put on my best innocent damsel in distress smile and fluttered my eyelashes at him. Not only was it a typical “Oh, thank you for being a big strong man and saving me” move but it also afforded me some cover while my eyes searched over him. His cut was worn, weathered, aged. It hung loose with the buttons open and exposing his tight muscle t-shirt beneath. His dark rinse jeans perfectly conformed to his chiseled physique. The fly of his pants bulged slightly and took on the elongated shape of its contents. Things were going according to plan.

I licked my lips, exaggerating my movements. “How can I ever repay you?” Ugh. It actually pains me to act like one of those saccharine sweet, brain-dead bimbos that guys like this ate up like a starving dog.

His lips twitched wickedly. I set out a bit more bait, angling my chin up perfectly for my mouth to be seized. He growled from deep in his chest. His rock hard, perfect chest. I screamed at myself silently for getting distracted and set that fire out right quick. Three, two, one.... jackpot! He slammed his lips down onto mine parting them instantly and finding his way inside. He kissed deep, massaging the inside of my lips with his strong tongue. I don't know why I was surprised that he'd be such an intense kisser. It looked like everything he did was intense.

He slid his hand behind my neck and pulled me into him, deeper than even before. My knees quivered. Holy Shit! Is that where the saying 'weak in the knees' comes from? I can't overthink this.   It was simply a knee jerk, natural reaction. I mean, I
am
attracted to him. I got my mind back on track. I meet his kiss with just as much ferocity. I take his lower lip between my teeth and tug, sucking it hard before releasing it. His eyes widen.

I slowly move away from his lips. “I've got to get in there before I'm late. Thanks again. Feel free to give me a ride anytime.” Ohhh. That was a good one. Hopefully he appreciated the innuendo. I winked at him and turned toward the steel door, leaving him standing there, staring at me. I could feel his eyes on me, working me over, sizing me up.

“Ohh...and Clink?” I called over my shoulder. “Pick me up in twelve hours after my shift is over.”

And that was it. The seed had been planted. I walked away from him, almost reaching the door handle before the powerful roar of his engine passed through me, causing a surge of heat to plummet down my length. I needed to learn how to keep myself focused. He was my mark. Nothing more. And little did he know, but I was about to rock his world and rattle the Kingsmen to the core.

******

CLINK

That was a fucking let down. That girl was definitely giving off some hot vibes on my bike, I was sure I was gonna get a piece. And when she pointed for me to bring her around back at the hospital, I thought it was a solid. Her tight little thighs had been playing games behind me the whole ride and I could feel the size and weight of her tits on my back. A kiss. All I get is a fucking kiss...cock tease. But what a kiss... It was damn good and stirred shit up but left me dry when she walked away. I sat back and released my overly tight grip on the handles, shifting the weight in my seat, off of the now aching spot as I head back to the clubhouse.

Some serious shit was about to take place. I was just looking for one little last bit of action to settle my nerves before we ride into a fucking firestorm. I haven't had regular pussy since Beth left. Instead, I just take what I need when the opportunity arises. That pretty little thing coming into the compound today, all clean and crisp in her uniform, eyes fresh and clear, was just the sort of opportunity a guy like me would pounce on. Hell, too much temptation not to.

She was different from the normal pieces of ass that came hanging around the clubhouse, ass that I had my fill of. I mean, don't get me wrong. It did the job and kept me satisfied enough where I didn't have to wander out looking for anything else... but it was getting old. Those bitches were nothing like this girl, like Charlie. My lips turned up a little bit as I thought of her name. Charlie. It was cute. It had something about it. As long as it wasn't another Brandi, or Candy, or Princess it worked for me.

I left the main highway behind and turn on to the side streets. The small houses were well-kept, nice looking. Even mine was pretty decent, although I rarely came home to it anymore. Kept the prospects busy and out of trouble to send them over here every few days to mow the lawn, take out the trash, air the place out. My place wasn't big, wasn't fancy, just a nice little house that would have been a great place for a kid to call home. That's why I bought it. Dylan deserved a place like that to come home to after school, throw a ball in the yard.

Pain. My chest starts to constrict as I think about the empty yard, the school bus just driving past without having a reason to stop anymore. I shake it off. I'm just going to run in, grab my stash, and get out. The ghosts that roam this place are not exactly what I need to deal with right now.

I park my bike in the driveway and throw down the kick stand with my boot. Beth used to hate it when I parked right up close to the house. Said it rumbles right through the windows and through the house when I started the bike up or pulled in before cutting the engine.  It used to wake the baby when he was sleeping and, damn it was hard as hell to get him back down after that. But now, I could park as close as I wanted to. The only thing that would wake up was that foofy mutt that does nothing but sleepin the yard next door.  

The door opens and the stagnant air hits me. This place needs to be opened up. If Beth hadn't promised me that the kid could stay and visit when he got older I would probably have just sold it. No need for guy like me to have a place of my own anymore. The clubhouse suited just fine to lie my head on a bed or fuck a chick behind closed doors. What else could I ask for? Sure would save me a ton of money every month not having to worry about the house anymore. Ehhh. Whatever. I ain't got time to think about this shit right now.

I enter the main hallway and open the linen closet. It smells like a damn dryer sheet in there. I push through the pile of folded towels and reach blindly feeling for the uneven ledge. Pulling the section of wall out, I expose the tiny hidden compartment within, a brown paper bag crumples in my hand as I grasp at it. Looking inside I see the pistol, hibernating, dormant from its lack of use. I hadn't had to use this in a long time. My handgun was good enough to carry everyday just in case. But this baby, I take her out on special occasions. And this definitely qualified. I moved the pistol aside to spot the silencer beneath it. Good. I had what I needed. Now, I gotta get the fuck outta here before this place starts to get to me.

I pass the fireplace mantel on my way out, picking up the small metal picture frame centered on the ledge. Quickly I remove the picture inside and look at the big brown eyes staring into the camera lens. It was his birthday, and he had just turned one. Beth had gotten the bright idea to get him his own little cake and let him have at it. It took days to get all of the blue stain from the icing off of his skin. But we were able to get a really good picture of him gobbling it up, licking his fingers.

I put the picture in my inside pocket and tuck it away before walking out and locking the door behind me. As if anyone in this town dared try to break into a Kingsmen's house. Pity the motherfucker who tried.

I need to head back to the clubhouse and closer to the death wish we were about to barrel into.  I really regret not getting a piece of that sweet ass when I had the chance, before all this goes down tonight. Wait...
did
I have a chance back there? I mean, I've never had a girl refuse me before. But she hadn't exactly refused me... she did tell me to come get her later and I was pretty fucking sure it was a full blown invitation to '
all
' of her. This was new. I've never been told when and where I could take a chick. And I don't like it one bit. NO pretty little bitch is gonna tell me when to come get her, and when to fuck her senseless. I do as I please. That shit never flew with me. Not with Beth, and certainly not with Charlie. My blood pressure was rising, my pulse beating faster and faster the more I thought of this chick ordering me around. I check my phone. It's not much time... but It might be just enough. I double my speed and race back to the hospital. If today is gonna be my last day, I'm gonna make it count.