Blazing Hot Bad Boys Boxed Set - A MC Romance Bundle (78 page)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Joseph begins to kiss down her body. He can feel the desire rushing within him, but he isn’t twenty anymore, and though he can feel stirrings, he knows that there is no hope of him reaching his full hardness with so little rest. But there are other ways...

He picks up the soap bar and begins to work up a rich lather, sliding the bar seductively across her skin, kissing down her skin just ahead of the soap. He spends several long moments gently cleaning her womanhood, Rose holding to his shoulders for balance and support, before moving down, dropping to his knees while stroking her legs and ass.

“That feels so good,” she sighs as he stands and pulls her into a soapy embrace, his mouth finding hers again as his hands glide over her back and shoulders. Breaking the kiss, he spins the bar in his hands several times before setting the bar aside and reaching for her face. “Eyes closed,” he commands, scrubbing her face, briskly on cheeks and forehead, much more gently around her eyes. “Rinse,” he says, steering her under the water.

As she stands, eyes closed under the spray, he caresses her body, making sure no soap remains behind. As he works down her legs, he kisses her, first on the stomach, then lower, gently opening her legs for access.

Rose puts her hands on Joseph’s head as he begins to lick and touch her, his tongue’s probing and stroking making her knees feel weak. “Shit…” she murmurs, standing still, allowing the water to run over her as he gently kisses her most intimate area. “I’m definitely going to be late for work.” But then he pulls away and she feels both relief and disappointment. Once more he rises to his feet, trading places with her before kneeling again, pulling her gently down with him.

He steers her to the rear of the tub, propping her up comfortably against the curved back, as he slides as far to the front as possible, folding up as tightly as he can so that he can reach her. Resting his chest on his legs, he places her right leg over his shoulder as he leans in and sets to work.

Rose lies against the back of the tub as Joseph begins to probe her with his tongue. He looks terribly uncomfortable, folded up into a near fetal position, but as his tongue flicks and darts, the warm shower water splashing off his back bathing her like a gently spring shower, she slowly stops worrying about his discomfort… so long as he keeps doing
that!

He keeps his touch light in case she has become sore from their repeated and energetic romps, but as she begins to squirm, cooing and moaning, he increases the intensity.    

She was just teasing Joseph this morning when she hinted about fucking him in the shower. Her desires had been completely satisfied the night before. And again early this morning. But as he torments her with gentle probes and tugs, she can feel her desires roar into life once more. Just like in Vegas, so many years ago, she can’t seem to get enough of him, wanting to make love to him until she is too exhausted to continue. She hisses at the slight sting of his tongue pressing harder against her clit, the memory of how she has become sore making her lips curl back as she embraces the pain. Her poor, abused pussy is just going to have to get over it because she
wants
this.

  As Rose begins to hiss and moan in pleasure, she flexes her hips, encouraging him to go harder, to give her more, her hands pulling his head harder into her. He slides his hands under her ass, lifting her slightly as he bores in, using his tongue as both a rapier and a broadsword, fencing with her clit before licking her with long, slow swipes.

“Fuck…” Rose breaths as Joseph begins to annihilate her, his probing and licking hurting so fucking
good!
“Shit! I think I’m going to come again. Fuck!”

He presses in as hard as he can, using his whole mouth as a weapon for her pleasure, his tongue slathering about in her wetness, his lips pressing and pulling as he tries to drive her headlong into her orgasm.

She gasps, her face twisting as she hisses in erotic pain, the string of his cunnilingus exciting her all the more. Her hips begin to thrust, almost of their own accord, as she pulls her chin hard into her chest. “Fuck!” she squeaks, holding his head tight to her, longing for the release that is coming.

Joseph grunts in pain as Rose’s heel digs painfully into his back as she uses her leg to push herself even harder into his mouth, but he doesn’t relent, continuing to press his attack, accepting the battle scars as the price of his love for her.

Just when she thinks she can stand no more, her release takes her, flowing through her like a breaking dam. Her orgasm, so long in coming, is incredibly intense, its power searing along her nerves causing her to quiver and squirm. “Fuck! Stop!” she shouts, pushing and slapping at him frantically, unable to take the sensations any longer.

He moves quickly to her lips, Rose taking his lips and kissing him frantically, hanging from his neck as she pulls herself tight to him, still moving in erotic agony, her hips slowly pumping as she keens out her release. He has surprised himself by coming to full hardness, but he can sense she is finished, so he luxuriates in the kiss and makes no move to enter her.

“Fuck...” she gasps, suddenly relaxing into the bottom of the tub. She feels like a puddle of goo, shapeless and without strength. “I hope you’re proud of yourself. Shit…” she breathes again. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Are you okay?” he asks with a smile, pleased that he has given her so much pleasure.

Rose pauses, thinking. She is going to be hurting later, that much is certain. But damn… it is so worth it! “Yeah. But you’re not getting any tonight I don’t think. I’m going to be too damn sore. You have worn my ass
out!
What is it with you? Have you been saving up for the last seven years or something?” she teases. 

He gets painfully to his feet, his penis already softening now that the heat of the moment is passed. She isn’t the only one that is going to be sore. His knees are killing him! He reaches a hand down and helps Rose to her feet. “No. But...” he begins before stopping with a shrug.

“But what?”

“I told you. I’ve never stopped loving you. I should have never left you.”

She offers him a soft, loving smile and Melina’s words pop into her mind:
Life is too short.
“You want to know something? I thought I was over you. But I wasn’t. I realize now that I’ve never stopped loving you either.”

He pulls her into tight embrace, holding to her, never wanting to be apart from her again. “We have to hurry,” he says, releasing her and adjusting the temperature of the spray. “The water is getting cold.”

They take turns washing the remnants of sex from each other before standing under the remaining warm water in a tight embrace, the water cascading off their bodies, not willing to break the moment until the water runs cold.

Stepping from the shower, Joseph wraps a shivering Rose in a towel, pulling her into another embrace, sharing his warmth with her until her chill is gone and her shivering stops, relaxing with a sigh as she warms.

Dried and dressed they move about each other in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch. The preparation takes longer than normal because Joseph seems unable to keep his hands off her, frequently stopping to hold her from behind as he kisses her neck and shoulders.

“Do you have to work today?” Rose asks as they settle at the table.

“No. Not today.”

“What is it you do, again? I see you at all hours of the day.”

“I kind of make my own hours.”

“Okay. But doing what?” Rose presses, curious to how he lives.

Joseph pauses, unsure of what to tell her. “I run a delivery service. Or maybe a distribution network would be a better way of putting it.”

“You're a distributor? Of what?”

“Does it matter?”

“Well, no. I was just curious,” she says, wondering why he is being so evasive. “Don’t tell me you’re a drug runner,” she teases. When he doesn’t answer she becomes more serious. “Joseph. That’s not it is it?”

“Be careful what you ask, Rose. You may not like the answer.”

Rose can feel a chill pass through her. “Joseph… Tell me the truth. Are you a drug dealer?”

Joseph doesn’t want to answer. He knows how she will react, how nearly everyone reacts when they find out the first time. “Are you sure you want to know?”

She stares at him, her fears confirmed. “I can’t believe it. How
can
you?”

“It’s not what you think, Rose.”

“It’s not?” she says, her voice as cold as an arctic wind. “Then why don’t you fucking explain it to me?”

Joseph sighs. “Yes, the Nines, we distribute cocaine. We cover most of Northern California and Nevada,” he says, holding up his hand when she begins to speak. “Just let me finish, please. We run it like any other business. We won’t sell to minors, and if we find out that is happening we put a stop to it. So before you condemn me, tell me why I shouldn’t be allowed to sell cocaine to adults.”

“I don’t know, maybe because it is against the law?” she snarls sarcastically.

“Why is it against the law?” he asks, keeping his tone reasonable.

“I don’t know! It doesn’t matter!”

“It does matter. It is against the law because politicians said it is. Just like they once said the sale of alcohol was illegal. And we all know how that worked out.”

“That’s different!”

“It is? How? How is it different? More people die from cigarettes than from drugs and alcohol combined. Yet it is drugs like cocaine that are illegal. Does that make sense to you?” 

“It doesn’t matter! It is still illegal!”

“Yes. It is illegal. But why? I’ll tell you why. It is simply another attempt by the government to control the people. More people die from alcohol use than drug use. Most of the deaths with drugs come from violence. We don’t tolerate violence in our organization. We operate like any other business. Nobody is being forced to buy our product and it is cash on the barrel head. We haven’t had even one drug related shooting in two years in our organization.”

“I can’t believe you are fucking drug dealer! What has happened to you?”

“Nothing has happened to me! I’m the same guy I was ten years ago. It is the world that has changed…”

“Cocaine was illegal ten years ago so don’t hand me that bullshit!” she interrupts.

“It was. But it wasn’t a hundred and fifty years ago, back before the creep of big government began to intrude on everyone’s lives. Back then cocaine was available across the counter just like alcohol or tobacco. What changed? Government is what changed. We are no longer a free nation… and most people don't even realize it.”

“That is just a load of horseshit!” Rose snaps, jumping to her feet and picking up her plate with the forgotten half eaten sandwich and storming into the kitchen.

“Rose! Think about it! Can you tell me why cocaine, heroin, or any number of other drugs are illegal?” he asks, following her into the kitchen.

“It doesn’t matter. They just are!”

“It does matter. It matters to me. There is no reason for these types to drugs to any more illegal than tobacco or alcohol.”

“Except you get addicted to them!”

“Tell a guy that has been smoking for twenty years that cigarettes aren’t addictive. Tell an alcoholic that he can quit drinking any time he wants because alcohol isn’t addictive.”

“It’s not the same thing!”

“Isn’t it? Why isn’t it?”

“Because those things aren’t illegal! Why is that so fucking hard for you to understand?” she shouts.

Joseph sighs. He’s losing her all over again. “Rose. Please. Just think about what you are saying. I know cocaine is illegal. I know that! But it shouldn’t be. That’s what I’m saying. There is no reason that it should be illegal except to give politicians something to go home and campaign on to show the sheep how they care for them. Can’t you see that?”