Indulgence (287 page)

I leant my forearms on the table and shifted forward in my
seat. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I sorted your father’s debt today . . . but I’ve caused
other problems in order to do that.”

My relief was short-lived as what he’d just said filtered
through. I frowned. “What kind of problems do you mean?” My heart beat faster
in my chest at the thought something bad would come of all this.

He reached for the beer in front of him and took a swig
before placing it back on the table and absently running his finger around the
rim. Eventually, he gave me his eyes, and said, “It’s nothing the club and I
can’t handle, but . . . fuck, I don’t know, have you ever gotten to a point in
your life where you feel sick of all the shit you have to deal with? Like, if
you’d made different choices in your life, things would be so much different.”

“Yes,” I whispered, not taking my eyes off him.

“I just want this to be simple, Evie,” he said quietly.

“What?” I asked, unsure of what he was referring to.

Anguish burned in his eyes. “Us. I just want us to be easy
for once.”

My heart squeezed in my chest.

I hated seeing him hurt.

Standing, I held out my hand to him. His brows pulled
together, questioning, so I said, “I want it to be easy too, Kick, so I’m going
to show you how much I love you, and we’re going to make a pact to stick
together no matter what. Life might be hard, but you and I can do everything
possible to make
us
easy.”

He stared at my hand for what felt like ages and then gave
me his as he slowly stood. When his gaze met mine, he said, “I fuckin’ hope so,
baby.”

*****

“Stop,” Kick growled, his arm wrapping around my waist and
pulling me back to him as he came through my front door. He closed the door
behind him and whispered in my ear, “That was the longest fuckin’ ride.”

I let my head fall back on his shoulder, and when his mouth
found my neck a moment later, I moaned as his lips set my body on fire. My hand
reached up and my fingers slid through his hair. Gripping tight, I admitted,
“The last three years have been the longest fucking years, Kick.”

He ground his erection against my ass. “Fuck, baby, never
going there again,” he promised gruffly. His mouth pressed harder into my neck,
and his lips and tongue worked their magic on me. His hand skimmed up my body,
ghosting over my breasts and my neck to eventually end up in my hair. My core
nearly exploded when he roughly grabbed my hair, yanked my head to the side,
and rasped, “You ready for your Valentine’s present?”

Fuck.

I’d missed this.

Missed Kick’s rough side.

Before I managed to form coherent words, his hand that was
around my waist, reached down to the bottom of my dress, and pulled it up high
enough to give him access to my panties. His hand slid straight in, his fingers
gliding through the wetness I’d had for him all day. He teased me for a few
moments, sampling my pussy without giving me what I wanted. What he
knew
I wanted. Every time his finger came near my entrance, I pushed myself into his
hand, trying desperately to force him inside, but he quickly moved his finger
away and circled back to my clit.

“Kick . . .” I groaned, trying to move my head out of his
hold so I could attempt to gain some control back.

“No,” he growled, holding my hair tighter, yanking it harder
to the side, showing me who held the control here. His finger ran circles over
my clit again before slowly moving back down. “Tell me how much you want this,
baby,” he ordered, his finger hovering over my entrance, teasing the hell out
of me again.

“I want it so bad,” I mewled, my mind and body completely
consumed with the need for his finger to be inside me.

“I’m not convinced.”

His gravelly voice drifted into my consciousness, and I
decided to show him rather than tell him. I moved one of my hands down to his
with the intent of making him do what I wanted, but his hand swiftly left my
panties to grab hold of mine. A groan escaped my lips at being thwarted.

“I said tell me, not show me,” he warned, trapping my hand
in his firm grip.

Lust had taken over my body, pure need flowing through every
vein. Kick had always been a master of bringing me to the edge, of driving me
to complete desperation.

Desperate for his touch.

Desperate for his words.

Desperate to be joined as one.

“I want you more than anything else in this world, baby,” I
whispered.

He stilled and I waited.

I knew those words would send him over the edge, and I was
right. He let me go so he could roughly push me against the wall. Forcing his
body hard against mine, his hands took hold of my face and his mouth pressed
down onto mine as he took what he wanted. A searing kiss that was as demanding
as it was tender.

My arms wrapped around him and I dug my fingers into his
back, knowing that would fire him up as much as my words had. Kick was right
about something he’d said the other day – we knew each other so well. Sex with
him was amazing because we knew exactly what turned each other on.

His kiss grew more urgent, his body pressed even harder
against me, and I took everything he had to give. Years of denying our desire
shaped this kiss and I felt it all.

He devoured me.

He worshipped me.

He loved me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured as he ended the kiss
and searched my face. His finger lightly traced patterns over my lips. When he
forced my lips open, I took what he offered and sucked his finger, tasting
myself there, swirling my tongue over his finger because I knew he loved that.
I knew he got off on me tasting myself and loving it.

I reached for the button on his jeans and he let me, but he
never took his eyes off mine. Once I had his jeans undone, I reached in and
took hold of his hard cock, running my thumb over the pre-cum on the tip. His
eyes fluttered shut for a moment and he exhaled a hard breath. When he gave me
back his gaze, I said, “I’m ready for your Valentine’s present now.”

“Suck my cock, baby . . . show me how fuckin’ much you love
me,” he commanded, heat-filled eyes telling me how much he wanted that.

My lips pulled up at the ends in a smile. I loved sucking
his cock. Without hesitation, I knelt and pulled his jeans and boxers down to
free his cock. After he’d kicked his pants aside, I ran my hands up his legs,
taking my time so I could appreciate the muscles he’d built since last I’d had
this pleasure. His hand landed on my head. The way he held tight combined with
the sounds of his heavy breaths told me how much he wanted this. I took hold of
his cock and wrapped my lips around the tip and gently sucked it. Only the tip.
Two could play at the game of tease.

His hand pressed harder on my head, trying to force me to
take his entire length into my mouth. “Fuck, Evie, suck the whole fuckin’
thing, baby,” he groaned, obviously craving what I wanted to make him work for.

I gripped him harder and stroked the length of him while
moving my mouth away. “All in good time,” I murmured, enjoying the game.

Just as I was settling in to play with him a bit more, hands
reached under my arms and yanked me up and over his shoulder. He strode down my
hall and towards my bedroom while I cried out, “Kick! Put me down!”

His hand met my ass in a slap that jolted pain through me
while at the same time causing intense pleasure to shoot through me. “Not
fuckin’ likely, sweetheart. You wanna play with me? Well, we play my fuckin’ way,”
he said, and I almost came just from his words. At his promise.

Fuck me, I loved it when Kick took charge like this.

A minute later he dumped me on the bed before standing at
the end of the bed and demanding, “Where are they?”

I shifted to lean on my elbows and look up at him. Frowning,
I asked, “Where’s what?”

“The cuffs I bought you.”

Oh god, yes
.

“In the bottom drawer,” I said, pointing my chin at the
chest of drawers in the corner.

He stalked over to the drawers, found what he was after and
came back to me. “Up and turn around,” he barked, indicating for me to stand in
front of him facing the other way.

Without hesitation, I did what he said and a moment later,
he snapped the handcuffs on my wrists and locked them into place. His hand slid
around my waist to spin me around to face him again. The carnal desire written
on his face pulsed happiness through me and my body buzzed with expectation.

This is going to blow my fucking mind.

He ran his finger across my lips and said, “I want these
lips around my cock and I want you to suck until I come like I haven’t come in
three fuckin’ years.” He paused, his gaze locked on my lips as if his mind was
far away, and then he murmured, “There are no lips like yours, Evie.”

As my body tried to cope with the assault of desire his
words caused, his hands moved to my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees.
Once he had me where he wanted me, one of his hands held my head in place while
the other one guided his cock into my mouth. I took it all the way in and began
sucking. My hands locked behind my back itched to be involved, but he’d made
sure I had no control over this so I worked with what I had. My lips and tongue
worked him up into a frenzy and I almost gagged as he forced his dick as far
down my throat as he could, but Kick and I had this down to a fine art from
years of practice and he knew when to back off and I knew when to breathe.

Kick’s breathing grew ragged and he began grunting his
appreciation of my mouth, and then he stilled and demanded, “You wanna swallow,
baby?”

Still with his cock in my mouth, I nodded and he muttered,
“Fuck.” A moment later he pumped cum down my throat and I happily swallowed it
all.

He pulled out and dropped to his knees in front of me.
Reaching behind me, he undid the handcuffs and freed my hands before roughly
taking my dress and bra off. He then moved his hand down to my panties and
ripped them off. I shivered at his rough touch. So hot, and it turned me on
even more. His finger found my clit and began massaging it. Then he slid his
finger along my slit before finally . . . god,
finally
, pushing his
finger all the way in. And then he fucked me hard with his fingers.

My body had been pushed to the edge of desire and I felt
like I might collapse as he worked me up to my release. Kick sensed it, though,
and put his free arm around my waist to hold me up. His mouth dropped to mine
and he kissed me roughly before pulling away and saying, “I’ve fuckin’ missed
this pussy.”

I shuddered as my orgasm built. Any minute now and Kick
would have waves of extreme pleasure coursing through my body. “Don’t stop,” I
managed to get out before the first wave hit.

He kissed me hard again, and said, “No plans to stop,
sweetheart. I’m gonna make you come all night long. It’s fuckin’ Valentine’s
Day, after all.”

My mind flashed with white light as the orgasm ripped
through my body. My brain shut down as I let it take over me. I was sure Kick
was whispering dirty words in my ear but I couldn’t make them out. The only
thing I could concentrate on was the fact he really was blowing my mind with
his fingers.

I rode the waves and when I finally came to, I let myself
fall against Kick who held me tight and then lifted me up and placed me on the
bed. He positioned himself on the bed next to me and let his hand trail over my
breasts. His eyes dropped to look at them and after he’d bent to take a nipple
in his mouth and lightly bite it, he gave me his gaze, and rasped, “I need to
get my cock in between these and fuck them.”

Holy shit, he wasn’t kidding when he said he had plans for
the whole night.

My eyes followed his hands as he lifted his t-shirt over his
head to reveal the hard muscles of his chest and abs. Oh god, a girl could get
into trouble because of those muscles.

I shifted so I could catch his lips in a kiss and then said,
“First you need to take care of my pussy and then you can do whatever the fuck
you want.”

He grinned at me and said, “I can manage that, but babe, not
until you make me a promise.”

“What?” I asked, ready to give him anything he wanted as long
as he gave me his goddamn cock.

He roughly grabbed my face and pulled me back for another
kiss. When he ended it, he bit my lip. Not too hard, just the way he knew I
liked it. “Promise me you’ll never lose that fuckin’ dirty mouth of yours.”

I grinned back at him and threw one of my legs over him
before swiftly moving so I was straddling him. Arching my back and giving him
an eyeful of tit in the process, I promised, “Yeah, baby, I promise.”

His eyes had already been coaxed to my breasts and he
reached up to grab hold of one.

Hell yes
.

No fucking way was I letting go of Kick again.

Ever.

*****

The next day, Kick came with me to see my father. To tell
him his debt had been settled.

He answered the door with a look of surprise and we followed
him into his kitchen. “You want a drink?” he asked, watching us warily. His
gaze followed Kick’s arm as it came around my waist and pulled me close.

Kick shook his head to a drink and I said, “No thanks, Dad.
We’ve come to talk about your debt.”

He pulled a teaspoon from the drawer and as he shovelled
coffee into a mug, he pointed it at us and asked, “You two back together?”

Before coming here, I’d asked Kick to let me do most of the
talking, and he kept quiet now and let me answer. “Yeah, we are.”

A scowl crossed his face. “You sure that’s for the best,
Evie?”

His words angered me, and my body tensed, ready for a
showdown if necessary. “I don’t think it’s any of your business. Not after all
these years where you couldn’t care less about me.”