Page 84 of Filthy Hot

My back tingles, and my balls draw up just thinking about it. I’m going to come. I groan, trying not to choke her but also fucking loving the way she takes me. I wish I could stay right here for a fucking eternity.

Pulling out of her mouth with a groan, I release my grip on her hair and wrap my fingers around my cock and stroke myself until I come on her chest. Thankfully, her shirt is a V-neck because she’s still fully clothed. I watch as Kyle lifts her hand to wipe the saliva from the corners of her mouth.

She stands, reaches for the hem of her shirt, and pulls it off over her head, tossing it somewhere to meet my own shirt.Unhooking her bra, she peels that down her arms and tosses it away as well. Then she does something that I don’t expect.

She lifts her hand to her chest and smears my cum all over her skin. I feel my nostrils flare at the move. It’s sexy as shit. I cannot believe she just did that. The woman who I thought was so shy, maybe she’s not so much.

“Kyle,” I groan as I reach out toward her, wrapping my arms around her and picking her up.

She circles her legs around my waist as I kick off my jeans. Then she touches her lips to mine, her tongue swirling around inside my mouth, tasting all of me in a single swoop. I walk straight forward until her back presses against the window, and I grunt as I shift my hips and fill her with my dick.

She rips her mouth from mine, her head thumping against the glass, and with that, I have to fuck her. It’s hard and fast, my pelvis grinding against her clit with each stroke. I already came, so I can do this for a while.

And I do.

I’m not sure how long I fuck her, but when she comes around my cock, her pussy clenches and squeezes, milking the cum from my body as I fill her. Touching my forehead to hers, I let out a grunt.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight, Kyle. Not ever again.”

KYLE

When Rider saidthat he was never letting me out of his sight again, he meant it. With his hand wrapped around mine, we walk into Sal’s Bar together. Sal is standing in the middle of the bar, Dennis beside him, and all the girls and card dealers behind them.

The entire room erupts into applause. Sal rushes over to me, wrapping his arms around me in a big hug as he rocks me back and forth. I get a little seasick from the motion, but I just close my eyes and welcome it because I’ve never had a bear hug quite like this before, and it feels amazing.

He takes a step backward, his hands gripping my shoulders as he gives me a little shake. “We are so incredibly blessed to not only have our club back, but also Dennis and our Kyle. This could have had such a different outcome, and I am so happy that things have all worked out for the best.”

Shifting my attention to Dennis, I give him a small smile. Rider told me that originally, he and the Dark Horse MC thought Dennis was possibly the one giving information to the Southern Mafia, that he was the one who gave them access to not only Sal but me, too.

Obviously, since learning about Loner, that wasn’t the case. Rider also told me that they did extensive research on Dennis, and it seems as if he’s a decently good guy who is just trying to pay his bills.

He’s a lot like me in that regard.

Bren stays back slightly, and as Sal claps his hands and instructs everyone to get ready to open for the night, everyone else in the room disperses. Bren stays frozen, her eyes wide as she stares at me.

Rider moves from my side, and I’m sure he’s not far from me, but that doesn’t matter. Because right now, this is about me and Bren. She takes a hesitant step forward, then stops. I take one as well, but I take another and another. I don’t stop.

I rush toward her and wrap my arms around her just like Sal did to me. And just like Sal, she rocks me back and forth.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers against my ear. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m okay,” I say.

We separate, her gaze searches mine, and she shakes her head a couple of times and opens her mouth to speak, but I beat her to it.

“Bren, I’m okay. None of this was your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but the assholes' who took me, and my ex's.”

Tears fill her eyes, and she nods, letting out a heavy breath. “I know, but I’m still so sorry that it happened. I hate it, all of it.”

Giving her a grin, I shrug a shoulder. “I wasn’t hurt at all, either time,” I say.

She lifts her hand and wipes away the tears that have started rolling down her cheeks. “I just can’t help it. I know I’m being a big crybaby, but I’ve been crying for days, seriously so worried about you all.”

“What about Dennis?” I ask on a whisper.

This is the perfect timing if there was a perfect time to make it known that Dennis is and has been into Bren for God only knows how long.

“Dennis?” she asks. “Yeah, I was worried about him, too, but why are you saying it like that?”

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