Page 119 of Blue

“Green light,” I whispered because I needed her to banish every fucked up, poisonous memory of Carl.

She smiled around my cock, but treaded carefully, listening to my reactions to her touch. Fuck but she loved me so fucking good. Jacking my shaft in hersloppy wet hand, her mouth met her fist in the middle. Her other hand alternated between fondling my nuts and teasing the taint, bringing me to the brink of orgasm.

Muscles tightened. Pressure snapped in my gut, and my mind numbed. A growl crawled up my chest and made its way out of my mouth.

As the first hard pulse contracted my core, Kiss slipped her finger deep into my rectum, targeted my prostrate, and sent me into the stratosphere of orgasms.

I grunted, nearly doubled over, spewing jets of hot cum into the back of her throat. Kiss choked, sucking and swallowing as I came. Each convulsion, each slide of her finger in and out of my ass, sent shards of pleasure through every molecule of my body. I felt the release from the anesthetizing euphoria in my mind to the numbing weakening of my knees.

Even after the last ripple of my orgasm, she kept me in her mouth, waiting until I began to soften before inching back and sucking me dry.

Then she sat back on her heels and wiped slobber from her chin. I tugged up my jeans, tucked my dick away, sat on the floor, and leaned against the bed. Kiss found her panties, slipped them on, and did the same with her hoodie. Then she sat next to me.

“How was your meeting?” I asked.

“Everyone is worried about Georgia.”

I slipped my hand into hers. “You care because you’ve been there.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder. I’d never noticed she had faint freckles on her arms or the scar high on her left thigh. I traced the jagged line.

“I got caught on the top of a chain link fence when I was little.” A soft chuckle slipped from her lips. “Itprobably needed stitches, but my dad fixed it with superglue and a bandage.”

She explained, but I was cataloguing all the little details I’d missed noticing. And not just about her. Until today, I hadn’t realized Cruz had a nervous habit of bouncing his knee. How many other things had I failed to notice because I was caught up in my own fucking misery?

A nagging twist of unease churned in my gut. Threats weren’t going to be enough to punish Carl for what he’d done…not if there were other victims.

Bullet and Rogue needed information. Six years ago, I’d run from home. I was still fucking running. That ended tonight. No longer the prey, I was becoming the predator. And I was ready to stalk my enemy.

Chapter Seventeen

Kiss

Just as I’d been doing for the last couple of days, I woke slowly. Early morning sunlight cut through the crack in the curtains. I didn’t move because Blue was flush against me, his cock still inside me, and his arms around me. He’d fucked me several times during the night—slow, lazy strokes that gradually built to breath-stealing climaxes—only to drift back to sleep again.

We’d reached an agreement when it came to our living arrangements. It was too soon for me to leave Sully’s place. Even though I had some proving to do with Heather. I was going to believe Sully when he claimed he wanted me there. He’d become my rock of reason. I trusted him to give me tough love. No one was more surprised than me that I wasn’t tempted to use, but it was comforting to know Jazzy was close, too. I wanted Blue as my lover, not my babysitter.

For now, I would spend most of my nights in the MC, in Blue’s bed. I smiled because I’d be sleeping with his cock inside me. I dragged my fingertips along his arm where it rested against my belly, tracing the sword tattoo on his forearm.

His hold tightened, and his cock thickened inside me. A raspy moan rumbled out of him. With gentle pressure, he rolled me to my stomach. I sighed, arched,and angled my pelvis, thrusting my ass higher to deepen the penetration.

Blue rocked his hips in a fluid wave, driving his cock in and out of me. His fingertips traced the pleats of my spine, his pelvis grinded against the curve of my ass, and he fucked me into the softness of the bed. Words weren’t spoken. Only the harsh gasps of my breaths and the slap of our bodies coming together filled the quiet room.

My orgasm washed over me in waves, building until my core contracted, locking tight to Blue as he fucked me through his. Time suspended. He covered me, his chest, flush to my back, his heart beating in tandem to mine.

I turned my head on the pillow, bringing our faces close together. “Good morning.”

He kissed my shoulder, slipped his dick out of me, and rolled to his back. “Very good.” He glanced at me and chuckled. “But it’ll go to shit soon enough. I’m meeting with Bullet and Rogue at the dance studio.”

Blue didn’t want to talk about what happened with Rogue and Bullet, and he didn’t have to. I didn’t need details. It was enough to know he wasn’t alone. Rogue and Bullet made fighting an art. Hellers were coming for Carl Douglas.

I slid my legs over the side of the bed. “Do you want to get breakfast and then drop me off at home?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how late I’ll be today.” He climbed out of bed. “I assume you’re going to your meeting.” He grabbed his jeans, tugged them on, then bent to put on his boots. “I also assume we can shower at Sully’s.”

I nodded. The shower in the MC was small and the water pressure sucked. I tugged on a shirt and sat on theend of the bed. “I’ve been thinking about my uncle. I need to see him. I owe him an apology.”

Blue lifted his head, and his gaze connected with mine. “Do you want me to go with you?”

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