She nods, and we both lock eyes as she slides down on my cock without a condom for the first time. And holy shit, I’ve never felt anything so fucking good. “Fuck.”
Bracing her hands on my chest, she starts to move while we’re still watching each other. She’s not in any hurry, taking her time with each drive of her hips, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. She lowers her face to mine and kisses me, tasting herself on my lips. My hands stroke down her spine and grip her round ass. I lift my hips and fuck her back.
We come together, our bodies perfectly in tune with each other’s. When she slides off me and lies next to me, I can’t help but feel like something just changed between us.
A wall came down, and I don’t just mean the condom.
I was lying to myself when I said I wanted to get her out of my system. She has drawn me in like no other. I don’t think there is a way to let go of a woman like Kenzie.
And that is fucking terrifying.
She curls into me, pressing her cheek against my chest, and my arms automatically come around her.
“You didn’t run away,” I say quietly, my thumb rubbing soothing circles on her back. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react when you stepped inside the clubrooms.”
“I don’t like the fact that you’ve fucked all the women, and that they are around here half naked,” she admits, swallowing hard. “But you haven’t made me any promises, and you said you haven’t been with them since you saw me again, so that means something.”
Right now is where I should mention that Gia did give me head that one time.
“I just came inside you without protection,” I point out instead, staring up at the ceiling. “So I think we might be at the point where I need to make you some kind of promise.”
“Who are you and what have you done with the Royal Bastard MC president, Playboy?” she teases.
“He just got fucked bare by a woman he can’t seem to stop thinking about, and he’s over fighting it,” I say quietly, being vulnerable with her for once. I’m admitting it out loud for the first time, but it’s the truth.
Does part of me want to lose my life as it is? No.
But do I want to lose her? Also no.
If I want Kenzie, I’m going to have to give her what she needs, and that’s going to mean some compromising on both our ends.
I don’t want another man touching her.
And although none of the new generation have old ladies, I remember what the older generation of this chapter did to claim them.
Now that might be a problem.
After checking in with Freya, who had Gunner take her home last night, we have a quick shower and then head down to the kitchen for breakfast. Everyone goes quiet as we enter. Gunner, Lust, Custom, Sassy, and Honey are all sitting at the table.
“Good morning,” I call out.
“Morning.” Kenzie smiles, waving at them all. “How was your night, Gunner?”
“Not as good as yours,” Gunner replies, smirking.
“Who makes breakfast?” Kenzie asks me quietly, checking out the moderately burned toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon laid out on the counter.
“Club girls usually take turns,” I explain, rubbing the back of my neck. “They cook, clean, and work at the bar. They all get paid.”
“And they fuck you all. Let’s not forget that one,” she says in a sarcastic tone, picking up a piece of bacon and taking a bite.
“Well, that one is up to them,” I mutter, making us each a coffee, grabbing a plate, filling it, and sliding it to her, before serving my own. I know it has to be uncomfortable for Kenzie, and I want to make it as easy as possible for her. I don’t have any feelings for any of the club girls. I know it’s not as simple as that for her, but she doesn’t have anything to worry about. I might not be someone who’s had much relationship experience, but I am someone who always takes very good care of what’s his.
And make no mistake, Siren is mine.
“Eat. And then I thought we could go for a ride today. What do you think?” I ask, aware that every nosy fucker at the table is listening.
“A ride sounds nice,” she replies, taking her plate and occupying the seat next to Honey. I sit opposite her next to Gunner.