Kink's Way (9 page)

She pressed her lips to his, and for a moment he was
so damn tense and hard beneath her mouth. Maybe he was scared
himself,
or surprised by her boldness? Either way she was
not going to stop until he told her to. Then she would let the reality of
all of this
settle in. Right now it felt good to have him
pressed close to her, to feel his hardness against her softness. She wasn’t
short by any means, but even at five-foot-six Kink towered over her, and made
her feel more feminine and fragile than she had ever felt.

He pulled back, breathed out heavily, but was still
close enough that if she just leaned in that inch she could kiss him again. But
he didn’t bring his mouth back to hers, and instead speared his hand in her
hair, pulled her head back so her neck was arched, and placed his lips hard on
her neck. For several long seconds all he did was lick and nip at her throat.
He ran his tongue up her flesh, circled it around her ear, and growled out
roughly. “You smell so good, taste so fucking good.” He went back to running
his teeth up and down her neck, and then pressed the lower half of his body
against her belly. He was hard for her, rock hard in fact, and he started
grinding himself against her. “You see what you do to me? You see how hard I
am, and all it took was this one kiss to make me nearly coming in my fucking
jeans.”

A small gasp left her, but she didn’t push him away,
and instead gripped his hair tighter, and pulled him in closer.

“But you’ve made me this hard before, Cookie. You’ve
made me like damn steel, and all I had to do was look at you.”

Another shiver worked its way through her body, and
she grew wetter. God, she was so wet.

“You want me to touch you?” he whispered roughly
against her ear. “You want me to touch your breasts, your pussy, or maybe that
juicy ass of yours?”

She was breathing heavier, not sure how to respond,
but knowing she wanted to tell him all the things she desired him to do to her.

“All you have to do is tell me where you want me to
touch you, Cookie,” he said low, heavy, and his warm breath teased her hair.

She didn’t say anything, just lifted her hand, took
hold of his that was beside her head, and lowered it to her breast. “Here,” she
said softly, and when he pulled back to look in her eyes, she pushed his hand
even lower still. “And here,” she said when he was now pressing between her
thighs.

“Damn, baby, I can feel how wet you are for me.” He
pressed his hand a little harder against her.

She rested her head back on the fridge and forced
herself to keep her eyes open. The way he rubbed his fingers against her had
all the muscles inside of her contracting and releasing. “This is so…” She
didn’t know how to finish that sentence. It felt right, so right in fact, but
it also felt rushed, unusual. The sensations moving through her were like
nothing she’d ever experienced before. They frightened her, excited her, and
made her want to latch onto them and not let go. But she also had to be
realistic. A man like Kink, one that she knew got around in the club with the
willing women, certainly wouldn’t want her for more than a few hours.

But do you
want more than a few hours with him, Bailey? Do you want to give your heart to
a guy that lives this kind of lifestyle, and that wouldn’t want more than what
is between your thighs?

And that damn voice that had urged her to take
control reared its ugly fucking head, and told her what was right in her face.

“You still with me, baby?”

She blinked back the haze that covered her vision
and stared at Kink. He still had his hand between her legs, right on her pussy,
but there was a moment where he looked worried about her reaction. She wasn’t
going to expect more than he was willing to give, because honestly she didn’t
want to have to find solace and peace with a man. She could do that on her own,
planned on it even. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy the life that
was before her, and be the one that decided who she took into her bed.

“I’m here.” She breathed out. “I’m right here,
Kink.”

He exhaled roughly, as if he had been holding in his
breath, and leaned his forehead against hers.

“It’s me, isn’t it? I’m too coarse and pushing you
too far, too fast?” He pulled back, but right when he was about to pull his
hand away she gripped his wrist and kept him right where he was.

“It’s not you, and I want this.” She emphasized her
point by grinding herself on him, and gasping out at the spark of pleasure that
action produced.

“Yeah, you do, baby.” He groaned and closed his
eyes, and pressed his erection further against her.

“But aren’t you curious about me, Kink?” Her words
had him stilling. “You know about me, or at least have an assumption about my
past.” She didn’t know why she was even bringing this up right now, but a part
of her wanted him to know that she hadn’t been passed around, and that she had
not willingly subjecting herself to a life of paid sex.

He shook his head and leaned in close to kiss her
softly. “Does it matter what happened in either of our pasts?” He murmured the
words.

“It might,” she said truthfully. If he knew the shit
she had been through, he might change his mind in going through with this all.

For a second all he did was just
stare
at her, and then he finally shook his head slowly. “It doesn’t matter, baby—”

“I didn’t sell myself. I was forced into this life,
made to be the…” God, she couldn’t even force herself to say all the degrading
things Morris had made her do. “I was made to do things to a man that thought
he owned me. But I supposed he did since my uncle sold me off for some drugs.”

He didn’t respond right away, but she continued.

“And that was after my upbringing was something
you’d hear about in the bathroom of a rundown truck stop…” She took a deep,
steadying breath. “And it was just as filthy, Kink.” This was the last thing
she wanted to talk about right now, but she wanted Kink to know. “My mother
screwed people in front of me, and when she died I was forced upon my aunt and
uncle that didn’t want me.” She refused to cry. “And then there was Morris, the
man I said owned me. He was a sadistic asshole, like to torment me because that
was what he liked.”

He went to remove his hand again, and the expression
on his face was hard, angry, and filled with something dangerous.

“I’m not saying these things to disgust you, but I
would understand if you were.” She took a deep breath. “And when Morris was
done playing with me, he sold me to that pimp that started beating on the woman
that had willingly sold themselves.” Her eyes began to water, and she hated
that she was showing her weakness. Cookie had done a good job of acting
indifferent to everything, but laying it all out to a man she really wanted,
but one she didn’t really know, was hard.
And all for what?
Because she wanted him to see her as something more than flesh that had been
used up?

“Fucking hell, Cookie.”
He brushed away a tear that she hadn’t known had fallen. When he went to pull
away she reached out and grabbed his thick wrist.

“Please, I want you to touch me, to be the man
I
choose to be with.” She was breathing
heavily. Although she had opened up a part of herself she hadn’t shown anyone
aside from this man, she still wanted him desperately.

“Baby,” he said gutturally. “How can I be with you
after you say something like that?” He took his hand away, but didn’t move
back. Instead he cupped her face with his big, calloused hands, and stared into
her eyes “You’re breaking my fucking heart, Cookie.” He spoke softly, but with
so much meaning that she felt, for the first time in her life, that she was wanted
and thought of for more than what she could provide.

“I don’t want to break anyone’s heart. I didn’t tell
you that for sympathy. I want you, Kink, more than I probably should, but
regardless, I am choosing you.” Her heart was beating so hard it actually hurt.
“I’m not looking for anything more than just being with you.”

“Cookie,” he said as if he were in pain.

“I don’t want to talk about my past anymore, because
I’ve done my best to move on from that time in my life. I just want something
that makes
me
feel good for once.”
She searched his face with her gaze, hoping he saw the truth behind her words.
“I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. I just want to live, Kink, and I
want to start living by being with
you
.”
They stared at each other, and then as if they both moved into action at the
same time, they pressed their mouths together.

The kiss was fierce, hard, and unforgiving. They
pressed their tongues against the other, moving them together in an act that
was erotic, and so sexually charged that every part of her body tingled in
awareness. She had her hands in his hair, tugging at the strands, and trying to
bring him closer. He growled and nipped at her lips, had his hands in her hair
as well, and tilted her head back so he could deepen the kiss. She couldn’t
seem get close enough to him, and was pressing herself against him like she was
trying to crawl into his body.

“I want you right now, baby,” he murmured, and then
opened his mouth and pressed his tongue deeper into her. For several seconds he
fucked her with his lips and tongue, delved in and out, faster and harder, and
groaned against her so fiercely she felt the vibrations all the way to her
clit.

“Take me back to your room, Kink.” She couldn’t
believe she was being so brash and forward with him. This was a first for her,
but she wasn’t backing down. Placing her hands on his chest, she felt his body
heat pulse outward. The crisp, leather scent of his cut filled her nose. The
feeling of his hard, bulging muscles under his smooth shirt felt so good under
her palms. He slipped his hand down her leg, lifted it up and over his waist,
and dipped low enough that he now pressed his cock against her pussy. But then
the kitchen door banged open. Kink didn’t move, and in fact kept kissing her,
but she felt someone watching her, and heat flared to her face.

She had her hands flat on his
pecs
,
and she pushed him back. He retreated an inch, and this cocky grin spread
across his face when he looked at who stood at the doorway. Tatum watched them,
her scowl fierce and her arms crossed over her chest.

“Kink, I said to
talk
to her, not,” she waved her hand up and down toward them, “do whatever the hell
it is you’re doing with her back here.”

“I’m sorry, Tatum.” Cookie was so damn humiliated.
She couldn’t control herself long it seemed. She had nearly screwed Kink right
here, in the kitchen of the clubhouse with people right on the other side of
the wall.

“Honey, don’t be sorry. When Kink sets his mind to
something Superman couldn’t even stop him from getting it.” Tatum rolled her
eyes and walked over to the stove. “But I could use some help preparing dinner
for everyone. I think a nice home cooked meal will help ease people a little
after everything that happened.” Tatum turned her back on them to grab
supplies.

Cookie tried to move past Kink, but he caged her in
again, leaned in close to her ear, and said in a voice low enough only she
could hear, “I want you tonight, Cookie. I want to make you bite your lip hard
enough you cry out and bleed for me.”

He was making her hot all over again, but no, she
couldn’t succumb. She wouldn’t.

“Later tonight, baby, I want you to come to me.” He
leaned back and stared at her. “And when you come to my room, all ready and wet
for me to take you, I’m going to make
you
come. Hard.” And then he winked, grinned once more, and tuned to leave her
alone in the kitchen. She was wet, needy, and stunned.

“Girl, you better
be
prepared for a whole lot of trouble getting involved with one of these boys,”
Tatum said and looked over her shoulder. But there wasn’t any reprimanding on
the woman’s face. In fact, Tatum actually smiled.

“Are you telling me this is a bad idea?” Cookie was
only half teasing, but she did respect what the older woman had to say. She had
been involved with this lifestyle for years, and she knew her shit.

Tatum turned around and shook her head. “No, I’m not
saying that at all. I’m saying that if you think this will only be a moment of
getting it on with a bad boy, you might be surprised at the lengths a biker
will go to claim a woman.”

Now it was Cookie’s turn to shake her head. “I don’t
need a boyfriend.”

Tatum chuckled. “Honey, there is no such thing as a
boyfriend in this lifestyle. If one of these guys wants you, like
really
wants you, than they will not
stop until they have every part of you.” Tatum stared at her for a few seconds.
“And that’s the truth, Cookie. Kink wants you, and it isn’t going to be for a
few hours in his bed, that you can guarantee.”

Chapter Eight

The dinner had been nice, if noisy, but it was very
family oriented. People were laughing and smiling despite the shit that had
happened. And even though the members of the club tried to keep this easygoing
attitude, more than likely to make things more comfortable for everyone, she
could tell they were tense and on alert. They probably had so many violent
things on their mind it would make the entire room dark with the cloud.