Page 67 of Filthy Hot

Sliding my tongue along her bottom lip, I take one more taste of her before I slip from her body.

I watch her for a moment, standing and trying not to think about the cramp in my calf. Kyle’s legs are spread, her ass still on the edge of the bed as she looks up at me, the little smile on her lips.

Bending, I lift my hand to slide my palm along her jaw, then touch my mouth to hers. “You’re so pretty when you’re freshly fucked, baby,” I murmur against her lips.

“Rider,” she breathes.

Slipping my hand between her legs, I glide my index finger through her center, collecting my cum from her cunt. I shift my head backward and lift my hand between us before I slide myfinger across her bottom lip, then slip it into her mouth. She sucks my finger, fucking expertly.

Watching her, I let out a groan. “Fuck, baby. So beautiful wearing my cum.”

Her lips curve up into a grin as her gaze searches mine. Then I watch as her tongue peeks out and slides across her lip. She tastes my cum from her mouth, and it’s fucking gorgeous.

“Next time, you swallow my cum, baby.”

“Rider.”

I hum. “Sleep, Kyle.”

Sliding her up the bed, I place her head on the pillow, then stand and undress. I place my cut on the chair in the corner and turn to face her, then climb into the bed beside her. I wrap my arms around her body and pull her against me.

“I like you in my shirt, Kyle.”

She lifts her head, her eyes looking up into mine. I can tell she has a million questions rolling around in her head, and I know I need to answer them. But right now, all I want to fucking do is sleep.

I’ve been laid,amazingly, and now I need sleep.

Lots of goddamn sleep.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” she asks, her voice soft.

Christ, she’s so goddamn sweet, this woman. Sliding my fingers through her hair, I grip the strands as I look into her eyes.

“You worried?” I ask.

“I am,” she says without hesitation.

Laughing, I grin as I look into her eyes. “It’s all good, baby.”

“Do you have Sal back?”

Her questions shouldn’t bother me. She’s curious, and this all involves her, but I don’t want her to be scared because Ifucking got this—all of this. Gripping her hair tighter, I tug her head back, her neck exposed and gorgeous.

“I don’t,” I admit.

I don’t want to admit a fucking thing, but I’m not going to lie to her. “Is he going to be okay?” she murmurs.

I hum. I don’t know how to answer that. The Southern Mafia is forcing our hand. They came here, trying to start shit. They pulled out guns and lost two of their men in the process. But Talon isn’t backing down. He should. The Dark Horse MC isn’t going to just take his bullshit.

The Southern Mafia might have a reputation, but they ain’t fucking shit. Not in the goddamn slightest. We still have their whores, they still have Sal, but they won’t get my woman. Not fucking ever again. They caught me slipping once, but it will never happen again.

“We’ll get him back, Kyle.”

She presses her lips together, her gaze searching my own. I can tell she’s thinking, but she’s also scared. I don’t blame her. The fact that Talon walked in here in the middle of the night is fucked up.

“I don’t want you to worry about anything, Kyle. I got this, all of it.”

She releases her lips, and then I feel her arm moving around between us. She cups my cheek as she leans forward and touches her mouth to mine. Her thumb slides across my bottom lip.

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