Reckless Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 4) (14 page)

“Who are you, sexy mama?” I asked, as I reached out and ran my hand along her side.

“Riggs, she’s here for the Bulldog,” Blackie clipped.

Come on!

I dropped my hand from her side and she shoved a pie against my chest, forcing me to take it.

“I’ve got to go,” she mumbled, spinning around, leaving me holding the pie.

No pussy.

I was going to get my ass kicked from some dope because I opened my big trap.

But I had pie.

I poked my finger into the crust and pulled it out covered in cherry filling. Sucking the cherry off my finger, I savored every flavor
. Damn, it was good.

Heaven.

I ignored the fleeting thought that I probably looked a lot like Jason Biggs in
American Pie
and took off to the couches to enjoy it.

I found a seat next to the Bulldog, ignoring he was in the middle of getting his cock sucked by a brunette.

Oh, look, I found one!

      
I dropped myself onto the couch and dug into my pie.

Jack pushed the girl off his lap and she nearly took a tumble and fell face first into my dessert. I would’ve killed them both, but the broad found her footing and Jack zipped his jeans. All was well.

Happy Endings all around.

“Best fucking pie ever,” I said with my mouth full, shrugging the whore’s hands off my shoulders. I didn’t want his leftovers especially when he had just blown his load in her mouth. Gross. I’ll stick with my pie.

“You guys really went all out. I don’t remember baked goods at any other club party,” I said to Jack, licking the filling from my thumb.

“Where did you get that?” He asked, standing tall, looking at my lap like there was fire on top of it and not a pie.

I licked my lips, widening my eyes as he grabbed the pie from me, searching around the clubhouse—for what, I wasn’t quite sure of. I don’t know. The man is crazy. Like, literally, he’s bipolar.

“Hey wait a minute, give that back, man!” I shouted angrily, reaching for the pie.

“Where. Did. You. Get. The. Fucking. Pie.” He hissed.

“Some fucking hot blonde brought it by before she took off,” I responded, holding out my hands for the pie. “Now give it back.”

He glanced back down at the pie before shoving it back into my hands.

He was fucking lucky he did the right thing. I was about to throw down.

“Where is she now?”

I shrugged my shoulders, repositioning myself on the couch and took another taste.

“Blackie was on her like white on rice, bet he knows where the pie goddess is,” I pointed out. “Do a brother a solid? When you find her ask her if she’ll be my personal baker, will you?”

Hey a man could hope, right?

The Bulldog stalked off, in true tough guy fashion, but at least he left me his brunette and the pie. She was a persistent little thing, bending over giving me a prime view of her ass as her skirt hiked up. She looked over her shoulder, made sure she had my attention before turning back around and taking a seat on my lap.

She nodded toward the pie as she ran her hand up my thigh and cupped my cock.

“Can I have a taste?” She asked, stroking me through my jeans.

I lifted my fingers to her lips and watched her tongue slide out and wrap around them, licking them clean of the filling.

Fuck it!

I pushed the pie to the side and grabbed her hips, centering her so she had one leg on either side of me and gripped her hips. She leaned in for a kiss but I flipped her hair over her shoulder and pressed my mouth to her neck.

No mouth.

Not hers.

She ground herself against my cock and reached for my zipper as I sucked on her neck. She whispered dirty incentives into my ear as I arched my hips. My hands moved underneath her skirt, squeezing her ass before reaching between her legs to push her thong aside. She reached inside my jeans, pressing the heel of her hand against my dick. I pulled back, raising her off me to pull my pants down and bare my cock to her. She flipped her head back and for some reason, I lifted my head and my eyes locked with the pair of baby blues I had been searching for all night.

I blinked, pushing the broad off my lap and leaned forward to get a better look, to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.

My Kitten stared back at me for a moment. Her eyes wide behind her glasses but there was something different about them. They were done up with that eye crap girls put on when they want to give a guy the “come fuck me” eyes. Kitten most definitely stared back at me with the come fuck me eyes. My eyes took in the rest of her, noting her hair was loose, falling around her face in waves. I couldn’t wait to pull it.

She was wearing a tight black dress that stopped mid-thigh and high on the neck. Her tits were completely covered, and I started thinking of the quickest way to get to them. I decided I’d pull the collar of her dress down her shoulders until the girls sprang free. It seemed like the quickest and easiest way to get my mouth on her.

I stood tall, pulling my pants up, ready to claim what was mine and give her what her eyes told me they wanted but she turned abruptly, grabbing Bones by his cut and wrapping her arms around him. That’s when I saw the back of her dress was missing, exposing her creamy olive skin to me and every fucking guy in here.

Bones grinned at her, snaking his arm around her to place his hand against the small of her back, slowly working it up her bare skin.

I pulled the gun from my back pocket, not thinking, not fucking caring, just knowing no one’s hands, other than my own, belonged on Lauren.

“Whoa, brother, what the hell are you doing?” Wolf asked me, stepping into my line of sight.

“Get the fuck out of my way, Wolf,” I growled, looking over his shoulder as Lauren turned around and shimmied her ass against Bones. He grabbed her hips and moved with her, thrusting his hips against her to the beat of the music. She smiled, her eyes scanning the room until they locked with mine again, and then she narrowed them at me.

The come fuck me eyes were gone, replaced with fuck
you
eyes.

I pushed Wolf out of my way and stalked toward her, her eyes drifting down to the gun in my hand and widening before she spun on her heel.

They spun around together, Bones kept his back toward me as Lauren tried to hide behind him.

“What are you doing?” Bones asked her.

“Um…do you have a gun? Who am I kidding? You all have guns don’t you?” She slapped her hand against her forehead. “It doesn’t matter, listen, now might be the time to grab the gun,” she rambled.

“You’re one of those crazy chicks that wants to get fucked with a gun aimed at her?” He questioned, backing away from her.

“What? No! Girls do that?”

“Kinky shit, sure. Had a girl that wanted me to choke her. Shit ain’t for me,” he explained.

“Shit!” Lauren hissed, as her eyes locked with mine and I pressed my gun to Bones back.

“I didn’t want you to fuck me with the gun, you dope! I was trying to warn you that if you didn’t pull yours, he’d get to you first,” she huffed. “Too late,” she added.

“Kitten,” I growled, holding the gun steady on Bones as I leaned over his shoulder. “You ever touch her again, I’ll blow your dick off,” I seethed, dropping the gun from Bones’ back and stepping around him as I glared at Lauren.

“You ever pull your gun on me again and I’ll blow
your
dick off, you hear me?” Bones whispered into my ear. “Pretty fine piece of ass you got there,” he acknowledged. “I’ll take her when you’re finished,” he said, patting me on the back before walking away.

Like fucking hell he would.

I mean it. I’d blow his dick off.

Best friend or not.

Lauren rolled her eyes and turned to leave. I wasn’t going to let her go anywhere. I reached for her and caught her wrist, stopping her from leaving.

“Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, home,” she sneered, tugging her arm free. I’d never seen her like this, so angry, so fucking hot. She turned toward Blackie, took his drink from his hand and threw the whiskey in my face before handing the empty glass back to him.

“Congratulations, you’re a dick with a patch,” she said, before turning and walking toward the door.

I sputtered whiskey from my mouth, lifting the hem of my t-shirt to dry my face, trying to ignore the surrounding chuckles.

“You better marry her because if you don’t I will,” Bones said, as he came up beside me and handed me a stack of napkins.

“Fuck off,” I shouted, throwing the napkins up in the air like confetti before I took off after her. “Lauren,” I shouted as I stepped outside. Scanning the grounds, I found her stalking through the parking lot.

I ran after her but Kitten had speed even in those heels she had on that threatened to take her down.

“Lauren, baby…Kitten,” I called.

She froze in her tracks and turned around.

Hallelujah!

Oh, shit!

She bent down, removing one of her high heels and swung it like a Cy-Young pitcher, aiming straight for my head.

“Are you fucking crazy?” I shouted, dodging death by a high heel.

“Oh, you think I’m crazy?” She asked incredulously, looking every bit crazy. No question about it. “Maybe I am crazy! I mean, I must be because I’m here, right? Standing here in my little black dress, against my better judgement, because well, tonight was a big night for you and I…” she let her words trail off. “…I am crazy,” she confirmed, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Kitten,” I started, reaching for her.

She flicked my forehead with her fingers.

“Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?” I shouted, rubbing my forehead.

“There is plenty more where that came from, buddy!” She threatened, as she poked my chest with her finger. I had had enough of this shit. I grabbed her hips, hauling her up against me and maneuvered her legs to wrap around my waist. She didn’t like that at all and yelped as I held her in place.

“Riggs, put me down,” she yelled.

“You don’t really want me to put you down,” I ground out. My patience was gone, my nerves frayed. She kicked my back and I pinched her leg as I turned and slammed her up against the wall of the Dog Pound.

“Came here for a reason, Kitten, now it’s time to tell me what that reason is,” I whispered against her ear.

“It doesn’t matter,” she squealed, as I ran my hands up her thighs.

“I disagree,” I argued, glancing down at her legs locked around my waist. “I like your dress,” I said, sliding my hands underneath it.

“You should,” she sneered, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I wore it for you,” she rasped.

Sweetest fucking words I ever heard.

I felt the grin spread across my mouth, heard the whimper escape her perfect mouth as her eyes zeroed in on mine.

Without another thought, I crushed my mouth against hers, tearing her lips apart with my teeth. She parted her swollen lips, granting my tongue access to her mouth and tugged at my hat, pulling it off so she could run her fingers through my hair while I fucked her mouth.

She was so fucking hot, clawing at me, matching my desperation to claim her body, to taste and fuck every inch of her.

She arched her back off the brick wall, begging for more with her body. I reached under her dress, hooked my index finger beneath the lace covering her pussy and ran my finger along the center of her bare cunt.

“Jesus,” I muttered against her lips, as I slid two fingers inside her drenched heat.

She fisted my cut in her hands, grinding her pussy against my hand, clenching around my fingers.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I growled, dipping my head to lick her neck.

She moaned then muttered something I couldn’t make out. I leaned into her, securing her against the wall with my weight and pulled the front of her dress down. I heard a tear somewhere but didn’t give it much thought as I exposed her bare breasts.

“No Bra?”

“Dress didn’t allow it,” she gasped, as I took her hardened nipple between my teeth.

The dress she wore for me.

If I didn’t unleash my dick and get inside of her I was going to die. I was sure of it.

“Keep your legs wrapped around me,” I ordered, reaching down to unzip my jeans and pulling my cock out. I tore the lace aside and guided my thick head toward her pussy. She clutched my shoulders as I braced one palm against the brick wall beside her head.

“Tell me this is why you came here,” I demanded, as my dick teased her wetness. It took everything in me, all my will, not to drill my dick into her. I’d probably fuck her into the wall and break her if I did.

“I came here for you,” she said hastily, as she pressed herself against me. “Riggs, give it to me,” she demanded.

“Not until you admit you came here for me to fuck you,” I insisted, the head of my cock sliding between her lips.

“I came here for you to fuck me, now do it already!” She cried out, her single shoe digging into my ass purposely, coaxing me.

“It won’t be gentle,” I warned.

“Gentle’s for pussy’s,” she retorted.

I snapped, like a rubber band stretched to its capacity. Her words broke my resolve, and I slammed my cock inside of her. I should’ve realized her words were just words because I probably hurt her. She was so tight and my dick was three times its normal size—at least it felt like it was—there was no way I didn’t tear her up with one thrust. But my girl hid the pain well, her tight pussy milking me, holding onto my dick as it moved in and out of her.

I like to think I was the one fucking her, but she fucked me harder, spreading her legs, her hands frantically grabbing for me, chanting my name—cursing it too. We fucked with no regard, taking what we wanted and needed.

It didn’t matter we were in the parking lot of the Dog Pound, that I had her pressed against a wall, her legs wrapped around me, her tits falling out of her dress as I fucked her.

She bucked wildly, her only shoe falling from her foot as her legs flailed.

“Oh, my God, Riggs!” She gasped, dropping her mouth to my shoulder to hide the screams of her orgasm when she came.

Her legs locked around me, I felt her pussy tighten and I began to unravel. Two quick thrusts and I was done, growling her name as I released my load inside her.