A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) (50 page)

He drifted his hand lower, until he cupped her pussy. Kendall’s eyes slid closed at the feel of him. Drawing her into his arms, he searched her face. The intensity of his look made her tremble.
 

When his fingers threaded through her hair, she offered him a smile, encouraging him without words to continue. Not hesitating to seize control, he tasted her mouth, running his tongue along the seam of her lips, torturing her with sensation.
 

“So fucking sweet,” he grunted against her, taking their kiss deeper, turning up the intensity, and thrusting his hard cock against her hip. His pre-cum wet her skin.
 

Her pussy slickened, swelled, and her clit throbbed, deprived of Johnnie’s touch for too long. Moaning, she arched up, begging him for release without saying the words.
 

Finally, he massaged her slit and thumbed the hardened nub. He tore his mouth from hers and moved to her breast, using his teeth to tug the material aside. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he increased the pressure on her clit.
 

Kendall rocked against his fingers and threaded her fingers through his silky hair. His skin burned beneath her touch, the hot length of him jerking, turning her on like nothing else ever could.
 

Only a few strokes of his expert fingers, and his tongue working in and out of her mouth, sent her over the edge into a mind-blowing release. As she settled back to earth, he blew on her sensitive nipple, and whispered to her. The sound of his voice and the feel of his
warm breath stimulated every nerve ending in her body. She couldn’t wait to suck his dick and taste his cum.
 

She gripped his cock, but he pulled away, and got to his feet. Confused, she adjusted her nightgown, covering her breasts and pussy.
 

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he promised.
 

Her fingers had given Johnnie a sexy bed-head. She itched to repair every, out-of-place strand, then stroke every inch of him. But she couldn’t. He’d moved out of her reach.
 

“Your dick says otherwise.” She nodded to the hard length that bobbed whenever he moved. “You might be fine, but it isn’t.”
 

He smirked at her, the wicked gleam in his eyes making her blush and giggle, like a school girl.
 

“I want to taste you.”
 

He sucked in a breath. “No, Kendall.”
 

Uncertainty tightened her insides, and she swallowed, nervous he’d walk away and find pleasure elsewhere.
 

He offered her a smile. “I’m not going to another woman, sweetheart.”
 

“Then?”
 

“Then nothing, but you were right. You need to see that I value you for more than just getting my nuts off in your lovely body. You’re beautiful. You’ve always been to me, but never more so than now.”
 

Lust and love, a combination only Johnnie could pull off with such forbidden promise, filled his expression.
 

She wanted to tell him so much, share everything with him. They’d already talked, though. Now, was the time for action, so instead of verbalizing her thoughts, she’d show him.
 

Like this, with just the two of them facing one another, with no outside interferences, she believed they’d work through everything. Their love would—could—conquer all!
 

“Sleep, sweetheart. I have to get to a meeting with Christopher.”
 

She glanced toward the window and found it still dark. Dawn was just beginning to break. “Now?”
 

“Yes.”
 

“What’s the meeting about? How long will you be gone?”
 

He shrugged and turned toward the bathroom, throwing over his shoulder, “A loose end that needs taking care of and it might take a while.”
 

Kendall didn’t particularly like the sound of that, but knew she wouldn’t get anything else from him. Instead of arguing, she sank back against the pillows, pulled the covers over her, and decided to stay in bed for as long as possible. Later, they’d attend the meal Christopher had planned for Meggie. Kendall needed as much strength as possible to get through it.
 

MISCONDUCT
 

Book.5 – Death Dwellers MC Series
 

Can the Death Dwellers MC withstand more tragedy amidst stunning betrayals?
 

Bunny thought Outlaw might discuss in greater detail what they’d talked about in the breakfast room, but he didn’t speak to her at all. In a strange way, it comforted her. He was always nice, but he rarely held in-depth conversations with her if it didn’t pertain to Meggie and his children.
 

At the clubhouse door, five minutes later, he paused long enough to open it, but didn’t follow her in. Greetings were thrown her way, refrains of
glad you’re safe
and
welcome back
coming at her.
 

She didn’t know how many of the brothers were aware of Trader’s death. Right now, though, they were treating her with the same respect they had as his old lady. It took her a good ten minutes before she reached Digger’s room and found him still asleep, once she flipped on the ceiling light.
 

Closing the door quietly, she looked around, taking in everything she’d missed last night in her panic to clean up his wounds. The place wasn’t the cheeriest with the small, naked window higher up than most windows were. Perhaps, it served to keep assholes from easily climbing through. Still, a small valence would add some color to the overall grayness. The posters
did
add color and Bunny admired the ones with the cars. She recognized Rick James because of Roxy. The naked women could definitely come down as well, but she’d never push the subject.
 

Trader had been a porn fanatic and had dared Bunny to complain. She scowled at the memory. He’d always said that men were men no matter what pussy they fucked and liked looking at other bitches’ cunts. But she’d felt so strongly in her belief that his excessive interest disrespected her.
 

She glanced at Digger again, startled to find his gaze fixed on her.
 

“Hi,” she said softly, annoyed that she paralleled every thought connected to the man in front of her with Trader. Moving forward, she seated herself in the chair close to his bed. “I thought you were still asleep.”
 

“I don’t have clothes on,” he said with amusement, sounding awful, hoarse and groggy.
 

She folded her hands together in her lap. “Yeah. Val helped me with you.”
 

He scowled. “I don’t want no motherfucker around my cock.”
 

“I did cock duty,” she said primly.
 

He snickered, and Bunny couldn’t stop her grin. The swelling was still prevalent, but it had gone down by a small degree. She hated the black bruising marring his handsome face.
 

He shifted and began to lift himself up.
 

“Keep still!” she ordered, flying to him and halting him with her hands on his shoulders. The covers had fallen away and she frowned at the wrapping around his chest. That wasn’t her handiwork. “What happened? Did someone else hurt you and they had to bandage you up a little more?”
 

“Nah, baby. Outlaw just sent a doctor in early this morning. Doc determined I got some cracked ribs.”
 

“He can’t do that without an x-ray,” she flared.
 

“
He
can’t do fuck all cuz
he
was a
she
.”
 

“Oh. Right,” Bunny responded in a small voice. But what did she expect? Although the club had its fair share of male civilians on their payroll, women were easier for them. All a woman had to do was become enamored of one of the bikers and she would be loyal.
 

That’s why they’d searched for a female attorney and Kendall had come for the job.
 

“What’s going through that overthinking brain of yours?” Digger asked with resignation.
 

“Uh…” She huffed in agitation. “Just the female doctor seeing you.” At a loss for words for her unaccountable jealousy, she gestured from his head to his toe. He opened his mouth, but Bunny raised her hand before he could berate her. “You don’t have to say it, Mark. I’m stupid for feeling that way. I have no claim on you and no right to feel that way.”
 

He patted the empty space on the other side of him. Embarrassed and confused, Bunny still scooted where he wanted her to and laid her head on the pillow.
 

“We got some fine bitches in and out the club, Bunny. I’m not even going to lie to you.”
 

“You don’t have to. I’ve seen them.”
 

“I’m not going to lie about that doctor chick neither. Bitch was rocking. But I wasn’t even tempted to show her my cock or flirt with her. If she’d looked at it, it would’ve been professional on her part and my part.”
 

His words comforted her and eased her stupid jealousy. She should know better. Yet, Digger’s response also validated her feelings. Made her feel important.
 

“Are you feeling better?”
 

To her ears, she sounded sad, so she could only imagine how it went over with him. But she
was
sad. She didn’t want to fear rejection or punches. She didn’t want to see rejection on Mark’s face because she couldn’t get her head together.
 

“What up, girl? You upset about something.”
 

“I’m…yes, I am,” she admitted. “It’s me, not you.”
 

“Fuck, how the fuck you kicking my ass to the curb and we not even together yet?”
 

“No, I’m not kicking you to the curb,” Bunny rushed out. “It’s just…”
 

“We better than this, right? We should be able to talk to each other. Tell each other anything and everything.”
 

“We should.”
 

“I don’t ever want to be the cause you sad. I’ll walk away from our pre-relationship before I bring you pain.”
 

“Wh-what’s a pre-relationship?”
 

“My term for chasing you ‘til I get you in a real relationship. Since you seemed interested in me. I’m not a stalker, so the moment you got uncomfortable I’d stop my pursuit.” He reached out a hand to her, groaning in pain. “Like now.”
 

Alarm raced through Bunny and she grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it. “I don’t want you to leave me, Mark. I just…we’ve known each other for such a short time, but I care about you a lot.”
 

He snorted and withdrew his hand.
 

“What?”
 

“Girls, that’s what. Y’all a bunch of confused, confusing bitches. How the fuck a motherfucker know what to do, when one day you want me and the next day you don’t, but you still do?”
 

“Huh?”
 

“Welcome to the confused club. Not too much of a good feeling, is it?”
 

“No,” she agreed. “It isn’t.”
 

“Tell me what you want me to do so you’ll be happy.”
 

So
she’d
be happy? Just the sound of that warmed her heart. She hadn’t been
un
happy, but she hadn’t been particularly happy, either. She’d just…
been.
 

“I’d like us to move forward. Together.”
 

His grin lit up his face. “Damn, Bunny…
Albany
,” he teased. “You just made me a happy motherfucker. On second thought, my dick might be happier knowing what he getting from you.”
 

Laughing, Bunny rolled her eyes. “You can’t do anything until you’re healed.”
 

“You want to fucking bet? I can’t do anything
today
. Even having you bouncing up and down on my cock would probably have me vibrating with pain.”
 

“You’re insane,” she giggled, the image of riding Digger making her pussy throb.
 

“I don’t know what love supposed to feel like,” he confessed when their moment passed. “I never experienced love before, not on the giving end or the receiving end. Sounds like you might be that way as well. Let’s give each other a chance and find out about love together. Can we do that?”
 

“Yes,” she agreed without hesitation.
 

“Give my ass three or four days to heal, then prepare to fuck both of us into oblivion. I’ll do some thrusts here and there, but probably not too many.”
 

“I’ll take care of you,” she promised, her entire body anticipating sex with Digger.
 

Silence and then, “When was the last time you came?”
 

She frowned, attempting to remember if it had been two or three months since she’d came while having sex. “On my own about three and a half weeks ago.”
 

“How strong are your leg and thigh muscles? Could you hold a squat, for instance?”
 

“I’ll be able to ride your cock a very long time,” she swore. “Don’t worry.”
 

“Fuck, girl. Saying shit like that make me want to say
fuck it
and bear the fucking pain.”
 

“What about your ribs?”
 

“I’d say fuck them too. Crack them motherfuckers to pieces.”
 

Scooting closer to him, she placed a soft kiss on his split lip and he grunted.
 

“Fuck.”
 

She pulled away. “I didn’t mean to aggravate the pain.”