Page 48 of The Bonds We Break
King occasionally opens his eyes to check on me, and then closes them again.
I pull his hand from the water. His tattoos are beautiful and geometric. Patterns that create optical illusions. With care, I wash the bike’s grease from it. When I release it, King offers me his other hand.
My hands slip beneath the water. I feel his erection bob next to my wrist, but I ignore it for now. Instead, I move to the foot of the bath, and massage King’s tired feet with the pads of my thumb. Working my way up his ankles, I do the same to his calves. When I reach his groin, King opens his legs as wide as he can in the bathtub. I’ve never explored a man’s ass too closely before, but I find myself washing King’s.
He groans at the erotic act, as my slippery fingers glide over him.
When I finally reach for his cock, he sucks in a deep breath of air. “Lips, duchess.” He threads his wet hand into my hair and pulls me to his mouth. The kiss is tender, soft. I stroke his cock in the same rhythm, savoring the way his hips move and his abs tense.
And when he finally comes, it’s a blessing for both of us, not just him.
Because even without an orgasm of my own, this feels like the most intimate moment of my life.
18
KING
“Yo, Prez, it’s Track.” I listen to the voicemail as I sip the last of my coffee. “Listen. I know things are in the air for me. The lawyers have said I could be looking to serve time. And I know you’ll make sure I get paid and shit. But could you look out for Tessa if I go down? It’s fucking hard to talk about, but I need to know she’s ... like, if she needs something. Anything. A light bulb changed. Or she wants the Christmas shit down from the loft. I need to know someone is taking care of her. Yeah. So that’s it. See you in church.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as I hear Rae singing upstairs.
What I’m about to do is going to break her. Especially after the last twenty-four hours when everything felt so ...
Shit. Can’t even think of a word.
Peaceful. Soft. Connected. Sexual.
We had sex in the shower this morning that was bordering on biblical. Except she didn’t come again, even though I could see how much she wanted to. I tried to encourage her to tell me what she needed, what it would take to get her off, but she bent a little further forward, changed the angle, and told me to go ahead and come without her.
I won’t be doing that again. And when the dust of today settles, I’m going to find out why Rae Miller won’t orgasm with me with the exception of that one time in Dad’s cabin.
I hate the wheels I’ve set in motion, but Track’s voicemail couldn’t have come at a better time.
This is about Saint.
I’m going to offer him a deal even Rae won’t see coming. We’ll soon find out just how badly he wants this club. But if I’m right, he’ll choose Rae, he’ll leave the club, and then I’ll never see either of them again.
I ignore the pinch in my chest at the thought as Rae comes down the stairs in her leathers, which make her ass look hot, and there’s a really fucking pretty smile on her face.
I take a mental picture of her right now. When she thinks we’re something more than enemies. When she’s smiling. Because she has no idea how far I’m willing to go to make her brother pay.
The fact she looks so damn happy right now will make the change in her even more dramatic.
My phone pings, and I look down at it. A text from Niro.
Everyone’s here.
“I never would have thought I’d enjoy going on a motorbike,” she says, grappling for the sleeve as she pulls on her leather jacket. “But here we are.”
Taking hold of the collar, I help her find it.
I should tell her now that we are going to confront her brother, but I want this spell to last for a few minutes longer.
Yet, if it’s so clear cut, why do I feel like I’m getting shivved?
Normally, I ride fast. Today, I ride slow. It’s the last time I’m going to have the wonder that is Rae Miller on my bike. Not sure I’ll find someone I like more on the back of it in the future.
I park next to Clutch’s bike at the end of the row. I see Saint’s next to Spark’s. Bet those two fuckers rode in together.
