Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance (16 page)

The world started to feel heavy, but in a good way – it was nice for things to slow down. That was why she took her ‘medication’. Kayla opened the door and walked inside the master bedroom, running her long fingers through her red pixie style hair – scratching an itch.

She felt a pang deep in her chest. It’s already so late, where the hell are you? She let out a breath, hoping she might expel all the simmering anger below. She passingly wondered why Audacity had kept crashing for her earlier in the day; making a mental note to ask some of her online friends about the issue.

Trying to extinguish the anger below never seemed to work. The bed itself was queen sized, shades of gray with four regal posts that reached for the ceiling; the floor a pristine white made of natural stone, adorned with black and grey flecks. She caught her reflection from the corner of her eye when she looked down to the end table on her side of the bed. Kayla had what most men would call cold cloudy morning eyes. She just saw them as blue.

Her heart tapped against her breastbone, warmth pulsing through her sluggish body – it felt like Randy was on her again, pushing her down by the shoulders; a sickness spread through her and the corner of her mouth downturned.

Disgusting, subhuman scum.

Kayla reached her fingers towards the music box, electricity dancing between the ends of her digits and the item. It was a simple box, no larger than both of her hands put together, its wood a rich, luscious brown with natural age rings and other marks adorning it. It was cut in the shape of a small chest, with a keyhole and a golden plate around said hole – of course there was no key for it, that was just for show. Kayla pressed her finger against the hole and willed herself to lift it. It was if a hundred little voices in her mind chorused in darkly dulcet tones, was it wrong? If it was then, why did it feel so good? Besides, it had to happen.

She stopped and craned her head to look behind her person when she heard the sound of the front door being jangled.

Luke, she thought, and the shadows all fled. A moment later she was at the front door opening it for her lover before he could even open it himself. Joy licked at her sides and a smile walked along the lines of her face, but it quickly turned to concern when she saw the bandage on Luke’s face – specks of dark red were dotted on the man, as if he had been thrown through glass. “Babyyy,” she put a hand to her chest, pressing between her ample bust.

The roughed up man was wickedly handsome, a perfect amount of stubble framing his face – and of course the thing she loved most about him, his dark brown and blue eyes. He pushed past Kayla and closed the door, raking a hand through his black hair, which was done into a small ponytail. “I’m okay,” he replied.

He’s such a terrible liar; I hope he makes me fuck the truth out of him. Kayla coiled her arms around the man’s waist, “Tell me what happened babe,” she reached a hand down to his crotch and felt for his cock, relishing the idea of riding it. Her eyes fell down to his hip, noting the partially exposed Glock.

Luke shrugged Kayla off of his person and spun on his heel to face her, walking backwards slowly, “I’m not in the mood,” another lie, “and its club business so just get me a Coors and let’s call it a night.” He never did take that chain off of his neck. It served as a grim reminder.

Sharp as a knife, a smirk appeared on Kayla’s face. “Tell me or I’ll start stocking the fridge with Busch,” she threatened.

Luke turned around from Kayla and moved towards the bathroom, she followed him. “Please,” he laughed, “we both know who does the shopping around here.”

Shrugging, Kayla followed him inside of the very spacious and inviting bathroom. “I’ll tell Hannah to do it,” she offered. Luke had a point of course, neither of them shopped for the household – it was a pretty big rarity. Everything was kept up to a standard by their young white maid Hannah Filmore – Kayla liked her, there was just something about her. She had to quietly admit, to some degree of jealousy, of the beautiful ivory that was the girl’s skin.

“Whatever,” Luke said, putting his hands on the faucet handles and evenly applying pressure to both of them. He splashed some water on his face and wiped his wet hands off against his head of hair, giving it a little shine.

Kayla pressed up against her man, coiling her arms around him a second time and whispered in his ear sweet as sin, “Don’t close me out babe, I want to know who hurt you – I’ll hurt them back I swear.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Luke took a moment of consideration before turning the sink off. “I know you can get a little psycho . . . so don’t freak out, okay?”

She nodded against his back, thinking that he smelled like rain today – her body was wonderfully heavy now and all the dark thoughts that had been racing in her head before seemed like a distant memory. “Promise,” she crossed her fingers.

“Kayla,” he chuckled.

She put on her cutesy voice, “Sorry!”

“Me and Robert were making a deal,” he started, “with Earl? You remember him? Anyway, oh and Robert’s been dealing, kind of related. Rob has the bright idea of springing a price hike on the guy.”

She never liked Robert much when they were kids and she liked him even less now, but then again she never liked much of anyone outside of Luke.

Liar. “He sounds ssso smart,” her words were slurring together. Shit.

Luke turned to face her, his brows furrowed, “God damn you, how many did you take today?” He shoved the girl from him, knocking Kayla back several paces – almost causing her to hit the bathroom wall.

Heat curled against her chest and her pussy, a mix of rage and attraction – she loved when he got rough with her. You loved thinking about getting rough with
him
, a voice in the darkness called out, being quickly forgotten. “I dunno,” she leaned back against the wall, her bust heaving tight against her leather bodice – her nipples were already hard as rocks and ready to be sucked. “I just needed,” she felt another lick of heat curl against her pussy when Luke’s eyes narrowed; “I just needed to calm down.”

He shook his head, looking down on her. “Everyone’s a druggie around me now, don’t you have any self-control?” He chided cruelly.

More than you know. “Do you?”

“The hell does that mean?” He pushed his chest out and stepped closer to her, an electricity unseen dancing mad between the two. “Christ, Kayla. You can’t keep doing this shit.”

She whined and gingerly approached the man, leaning into his bomber jacket. “I’m sorry, Lord Luke.”

He closed his eyes for a heartbeat and jerked his head to one side, reaching a hand over Kayla’s person behind the small of her back. “Don’t call me that,” he said staccato. “That was,” he clamped his lips together. “Just never mind. Look all that matters is Robert is a tool and we got into a scrap.”

“Getting into a shootout seems like more than just a scrap,” she commented, loving the warmth of his hand against her. She wanted to drift away, then.

Brows raising, Luke inquired, “How’d you know that?”

Kayla grinned, “I just know ba-beh,” she had noticed his gun was without a magazine before. “Did you . . .”

“Two,” his voice was curt.

She gave a simple nod, knowing not to keep on that subject for too long. Moving over to the sink, she picked up the honeyed whiskey, her lighter and ashtray, which had her pack of Marlboro’s still in it.+ Kayla then sauntered over to the bathtub, her ass bouncing with her every step. It took all of her energy to focus on keeping steady. She then craned her head back and made a come hither motion to Luke. “Come on,” she slurred a bit but powered through, drawing a hot jet of water. The tub itself was a marvelous creation, carved out of smoothed rock – spacious enough for two people to lie down in and then some.

Daddy did always know how to spoil her.

Luke strutted over to Kayla with a swagger, stripping off his bomber jacket and undoing his belt. His hard, chiseled body was gloriously revealed before her – his muscles rippled across his toned body, the mere sight of his Adonis Belt was enough to make her soaked and tight with need. Luke’s biceps were strong, powerful, yet they weren’t too big; Kayla mused that it was because of his particular build that he retained an agility that some of the other men in The Life couldn’t claim to have.

***

The warm waters lapped gently against Kayla’s full, milk pale breasts – Luke’s hands moving between her midsection and her chest, just feeling them roll over her tits gave Kayla an exquisite ecstasy. She leaned her head back, moaning and bringing her lips to the man’s ear. “You need to get away from those idiots,” she started. “Start your own MC,” she suggested, a smile walking along the lines of her face. “You’re so much better than all of them.”

Luke seemed to weigh her words carefully, far more carefully than she had expected him to. Was he finally starting to consider such a thing? He’d been living in his brother’s shadow for so long, gone unnoticed and unappreciated. He sucked in a breath, “They’re my brothers, even Robert the bastard,” he gave a grimace. “I can’t just abandon them.”

Kayla turned, the water flowing with her motion. She wrapped her arms around the back of Luke’s neck seductively, searching his eyes with her own and purposefully batting her long, dark lashes. “Then don’t,” she wheedled darkly.

Screwing up his face, he gave her a confused look.

She felt her body wanting to go limp, she needed to lay down. Kayla steadied herself, “Take them with you,” she suggested, “the ones that are worth you,” she pressed a finger against Luke’s chest, “if they’re worthy of you, they’ll know it’s you that should be in command.”

“If I did that,” he paused, “and I’m not saying that I would . . . there would be blood. Allen would have me killed,” he whispered, pulling Kayla against his person. “Godfather or no.”

“I can help you solve that problem,” she tilted her head.

Luke’s brows went up half an inch.

“Kill them before they kill
you
.”

It was then that Luke’s phone rang, and Kayla peered over at it: number unknown. She climbed out of the tub and handed it to him, wrapping a towel around herself and leaning against the wall. “Think about it, baby,” Kayla breathed, a hot desire curling against her midsection at the thought of Luke becoming the man he was always meant to be.

When she closed the bathroom door behind her, something tugged at her senses – her lizard brain going into action. She stopped. Waiting, pressing her ear against the wooden frame of the door – she took slow, careful breaths.

“Jasmine?” Luke laughed. “Doctor Giuseppe, you clever thing, how did you? . . .”

She listened as the fated scene unfolded and that familiar darkness, so pure and deep, came roaring back. Unable to bear it anymore, Kayla padded over to the master bedroom and found her phone, sitting down on her end of the bed – her eyes catching the music box. Her throat tightened and she swallowed.

Kayla looked up the new whore’s name and tried to ignore the cutting regret.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Jasmine

As if a symphony of pleasure came together, Jasmine’s chest fluttered with renewed hope and fire, a liquid flame made flesh at the taste of Augustus Lark’s lips. Scotch, she knew, no wonder his eyes are red. She raked her fingers through the curls of his hair, lush and beautiful as red wine – a couple of silvery strands gracing his mostly full head here and there. He was a middle aged man and a venerated doctor. The two moved with a passion that needed no verbal communication, they were already lost in that moment – his mischievous, fox like green eyes, glinted with desire.

Hate and love and lust, and a torrent of other lesser emotions wracked Jasmine’s lithe, sun-burnished body. Her clothes still soaked from the pouring rain outside. As they reached the bedroom, Augustus removed them in haste; revealing Jasmine’s supple breasts – her bronze nipples stiff and peeking out. She could feel them lighting up with attention, sending connecting waves of pleasure to her tightly wound sex.

Augustus looked her body over, drinking it all in – reverence apparent in his eyes. He threw her to the bed.

Jasmine landed against the soft mattress, yelping afterwards. She suddenly felt too exposed, a rush of blood going straight to her cheeks. But in an instant any doubt was erased as she arched her back, letting the man kiss up from her stomach all the way to her breasts, his moist mouth sucking against the nubs that were her bronze nipples. “Oh,” she breathed, placing a hand on the back of Augustus’ head, pushing him harder against her chest. Her sex grew wet and wetter still, loving the feel of having her tits sucks.

Augustus growled low and deep with approval. “Your tits are amazing,” he said, words laced thick with lust. He brought his lips back to her bronze nipple and sucked it hard, sinking his teeth against it.

Jasmine yelped loudly in a pain tipped pleasure. God yes, she thought, don’t ever stop sucking them – fuck. “Augustus,” she whined. Her pussy was so ready for him, she was certain that he would easily slip right inside of her tightness – the walls of her slick gash already restless with anticipation, ready to cling tightly against his shaft. “Fuck me,” she begged.

The man crawled on top of Jasmine’s lithe body, unbuttoning her pants and then placing a hand around her neck, grabbing it tight in his hands. “You’ve got a mouth on you,” he snapped, “all this time I’ve only ever wanted to do one thing to it,” he confessed.