Kink's Way (21 page)

“Skinny dipping?” he
asked with amusement in his voice.

She didn’t respond,
just smiled as she looked over her shoulder, and continued to lead him into the
water. “God, this is so cold.”

“I can warm you up,”
he said right beside her ear, and then in the next instant he had his arms
wrapped around her waist and they were both crashing into the water. She went
under the water, but Kink had her out of the water a second later, and pressed
to the hardness of his chest.

She gasped out and
wiped the water away from her face. “Shit.” She cried out, and goose-bumps
popped out along her flesh.

Kink nuzzled her
neck, and his warm breath helped heat up her cold body. He moved them further
into the water, and she grew used to the temperature. “I told you I could warm
you up,” he said against the side of her throat, and she grinned. They were
still touching the ground, but she had her arms wrapped tightly around him and
her head resting on his chest.

“I trust you Kink,
and I know you’d listen to anything that I told you,” she said softly, and
inhaled deeply. “I just want to start over with you.” She pulled back and
looked up at him. Kink only stared at her for a few seconds before he leaned
down and claimed her mouth. For long, drugging minutes all they did was kiss.
She felt how hard he was against her belly, and a wave of arousal slammed into
her, stealing her breath and making her want him with desperation. But before
she could tell him that he had her in his arms and out of the water.

He was about to lay
her on her back, but Cookie shifted so that she was straddling his waist, and
cupped his face with her hands. Maybe sex wasn’t what they needed right now,
but it was the most powerful way to express how someone felt.

“I love you, baby,
and I have never told another woman that, never wanted to kill for a woman, or
devote my life to one the way I want to do with you.” He stared into her eyes,
breathed in deeply, and exhaled just as forcefully.

Water dripped off of
both of them, and she ran her hands through his hair. “I want so much with you,
Kink.”

He kissed her again,
and again, and when she went to reach between their bodies he stopped her and
pulled back. “Being my old lady means that I’ll protect you with my life,
give
you my life, Cookie.” He kissed her
again, and the desire to be with him, to show him how much he meant to her rose
swiftly inside of her. “I’ve claimed you already, baby, devoted myself to you
because you
are
my world now.
You, Callie, and this club.”
He stared at her hard. “That is
all I have left, and I’m not about to let you go.”

She held each side
of his face, too, and stared into his eyes just as fiercely as he was watching
her. “I love you, too, Kink.” The stubble on his cheeks was rough against her
palms.

The sharp slashes of
his eyebrows over his bright blue eyes were as masculine as they were
beautiful. He had one of those strong noses, a set of full lips, and a square
jaw. On the outside he was the epitome of what she thought a man should look
like: powerfully built, dangerous, and protective. But she could see the
real
Logan “Kink” Roberts. “There is so
much more to you, Kink, so much that you hide.” Water droplets fell from his
dark hair, slid down his face, and dropped down to his hard, defined chest.

“I’m not hiding,
baby. I’m right here, out in the open for you to see, baring my fucking soul,”
he murmured against her lips. “You deserve a man better than me, but I’ll spend
the rest of my life proving that I can be worthy of you.”

She wanted to knock
some sense into him, to tell him that he was worthy of everything he wanted. Cookie
had never been the take charge kind of person, but for some reason she felt so
much stronger being with Kink. “My entire life people have been putting me
down, telling me that I wasn’t worth shit.”

A low, dangerous
sound left him, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. “Baby, you are
worth so fucking much—”

She cupped his
cheeks again and leaned down to kiss him lightly. “I’m done talking about the
bad stuff, Kink. I want to focus on us, on Callie, and making it through all of
this.”

“I’ll say it over
and over again, because it will always be true.” He leaned in and this time was
the one to kiss her. “I am not good enough for you, but I swear to fucking God
that I will spend the rest of my life showing you that you are mine, baby.” He
took her mouth again, not softly, but full of possession and need, matching her
own. “Come over tight for dinner. Let me show you that being with me won’t
always be about the violence and drama.”

She pulled back and
grinned. “You want to cook for me?”

When he winked her
heart picked up speed.

“I’m not saying I’m
Gordon Ramsey or anything, but I think I can rustle something edible up.” His
face took on a somber expression. “Besides, I think Callie would love to have
you over.”

“Okay,” she said
softly. “I’d love to come over.”

He kissed her again,
and soon that soft, gentle kiss turned frantic as they pressed their tongues
together, moved them around in a sexual manner, and repeated the action over
and over again. Her pulse raced, and her pussy became wet. All it took to get
her so aroused she couldn’t think straight was a kiss from Kink. She could feel
how rock hard he was. It was like a lead pipe between her thighs, creating even
more wetness and having her clit swell from her desire. But that kiss and his
clenching fingers on her hips started to take on a faster, more demanding pace.
She was just as needy as he was.

For a second all she
did was look at his chest and run her hands over the smooth, tattooed and
hairless skin that covered him. Cookie never thought she’d be one that grew
aroused with tattooed skin, especially for as many tattoos as Kink had, but she
was
aroused,
and growing more so just looking at him.
The collage of ink spanned over his
pecs
, down his
abdomen, and around his waist. Some were colorful, and others black and white,
but they all were bold, vibrant, and powerfully drawn. He even had some ink
that moved up his chest and over his neck.

“You keep looking at
me like that, Bailey, and I’m going to fucking devour you.”

More moisture left
her when he cupped her breasts, squeezed the mounds rhythmically, and leaned in
to suck her left nipple into his mouth. God, she loved when he said her real
name. He made this deep rooted noise in the back of his throat. For long
drugging moments he bit and sucked at the turgid peak, and then alternated to
her other side. The blood rushed to the surface as he tormented and teased her,
and soon she was grasping the short strands of his hair and moaning out for
more. She didn’t care if anyone could see. All she wanted was Kink, right here
and now, and for them to put everything behind them and only focus on each
other.

“I am so fucking
hard for you, baby.” He murmured the words against her breasts but didn’t stop
sucking on her flesh. “Can you feel it?” He lifted his hips slightly so his
cock rubbed along her folds. Cookie let her head fall back and closed her eyes.
It felt so good having his warm, wet mouth on her body that all
Cookie
could think about was having Kink throw her on the
ground and slide this hard, thick length right up inside of her.

“Take me, Kink. Fuck
me right here.” She might have lived a gritty life, but she had never outright
asked someone to fuck her. But Kink was different, and this life she was now
living was different. In a move so quick she didn’t even realize what was
happening he was standing with her in his arms. He turned around and had her on
her back on the blanket with his huge body over hers. He placed his hands on
her inner thighs, wrenched them open, and stared at her pussy like he was starving
and ready to devour her alive.

“You’re so fucking
wet for me, Cookie.”

All she could do was
lie there and let him look his fill. But she liked the way he watched her with
hungry eyes. She gripped his broad shoulders and pulled him closer to her. They
kissed again and again and once more until she was lifting her hips, and
seeking his hardness. His hands were everywhere on her, touching her pussy,
rubbing her slick, bare folds until she was muttering unintelligible words. She
then felt the hot length of his cock press against her inner thigh.
The slickness of his pre-cum at the tip of his shaft moved along
her heated flesh.
They kissed again and moved their tongues together.
With his mouth still on hers, he reached between their bodies and placed his cock
against her slick folds. He rubbed the length up and down her cleft. She
thought he’d plunge in deep, claim her like he had before, and make her forget
about everything except what was happening right now. But what he did next
surprised the hell out of her.

He had her on her
belly, and positioned her so that her lower body was off the ground. Kink had
his hands on the mounds of her ass before she could even blink. All she felt
was the warm breath of Kink moving closer to her body. His body heat and the harsh
puffs of air that came from him bathed her ass and pussy, and had her closing
her eyes as the delicious sensations moved through her.

“Fuck, baby, the
things I want to do to you.” He palmed her ass. “The dirty, hard and rough
things that would make you scream out my name as you
come
so hard you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore.”

She curled her
fingers into the blanket.

“But we have all the
time in the world to show to you the darker side of pleasure, the ones where I
give you so much of it that you gasp out my name and beg me to never stop.”

A stinging pain
covered on her ass cheeks, and Cookie snapped her eyes open at the same time
Kink spanked her other cheek. He did this repeatedly, alternated between the
mounds of her bottom until the blood rushed to the surface and her skin heated.
It wasn’t painful, but more stimulating than anything else, and had her soaked
even more.

“Is that good,
baby
?” He stopped spanking her and spread her ass as open as
it would go until the air touched her anus. He clenched and released her flesh
in a way that stimulated and eased her.

“Yes,” she breathed
out.

She felt him place
his finger at the entrance of her pussy and rub the digit around the hole. She
parted her lips and closed her eyes again as he ran his thumb along her
entrance, and moved her wetness up her cleft and rubbing it along her clit. He
slid the finger back down to her pussy hole, and gently teased her, probed it a
little, and had her on the verge of screaming for more.

“I need you,” Kink
said, and in the next second was on his back and had her hauled on top of him
so she straddled his waist again.

She looked down at
him, saw the strain of his muscles right below his tatted up skin, and pressed
her pelvis down. Cookie ground herself unabashedly against him, smeared her
wetness along his lower belly and his cock, and moaned out at how good it felt.

“That’s it, baby,
work that wet cunt all over me.” He held onto her hips tightly. “Take my cock,
Cookie, and put it in your tight little pussy.”

She panted and rose
up on her knees, took the root of his dick in her hand, and squeezed him until
he hissed out and curled his fingers even harder into her skin. She was so wet
her cream slipped from her. She could see that Kink was watching that trail
with heated approval.

“Do it, baby, slide
my big fucking cock all the way up inside of you.” His chest rose and fell
hard. “Don’t torture me. I’m barely hanging on as it is.”

She placed the head
of his erection at her entrance and stated to push down.

“I swear we will do
the soft and sweet kind of sex that I want to give you, but right now I need it
this way, baby,” he ground out.

Cookie liked having
sex this way with him, this raw and untamed kind. It was full of real emotion,
and that was exactly what she needed. There was the ever-present stretching and
burning sensation as the girth of his cockhead parted her opening. Before she
was even halfway down he lifted his hips up, shoving the rest of his shaft
inside of her.

“Yeah, baby.
Christ
, Cookie, you are so tight and
wet.” His voice was this deep, serrated sound, like a sharpened knife moving
along her body. And then she was the one taking control of the movements. She
placed her hands on his chest, took only a second to trace the outline of his
MC patch logo tattoo on his
pec
, and then lifted her
hips and shoved herself back down on him. He groaned; she gasped in pleasure,
and she repeated the action repeatedly. Her breasts shook forcefully as she
bounced up and down on him and felt her pussy grow pliant and impossibly
wetter. It was like another entity filled her as she moved up and down on top
of Kink.

“Come on, baby. Come
so fucking hard for me,” Kink roared out.

She felt his cock
swell inside of her, felt the first powerful jet of his release fill her, warm
her and cause another round of aftershocks to move through her veins. “It’s so
good.” The words tumbled from her. Kink didn’t verbally respond, just grunted
out and continued to fill her with his cum. He rose up while she was still
moving on top of him, and wrapped his arms around her. When the ecstasy faded,
she sagged against him, not able to hold herself up anymore.