Thirty

Kye

I finished cleaning up the kitchen after dinner while Genesis put Jagger to bed. He’d started sleeping all night—or at least eight-hour stretches, which felt like all night. The fajita soup that Genesis had made tonight was fucking delicious, and the way she’d blushed when I raved about it made me want to praise her for more shit.

Genesis had always been my center. But now, it seemed that she and Jagger were the sun and I orbited around them. They were the bright moments of my day. When I wasn’t with them, I was thinking about them.

One day, I would make sure Jagger understood that he’d saved me from myself. Not only would I have not gotten to be the dad of the best little boy in the world, but I’d have lost Genesis too. She’d have married Bowie before I could realize all those things I felt for her. All that power she had over me was because I worshipped her. She was my one. My only one. I had just been in a denial so damn deep that I was blind.

“He’s asleep,” she said as she walked into the kitchen.

My cock sprang to life in record time as my eyes soaked her in.

“Fuck, Baby Doll,” I whispered hoarsely.

She smiled sweetly, then spun around, letting the see-through pink nightie with black lace float out around her. The matching thong looked tied on each side, where little satin bows appeared. My leather belt, clasped in her right hand, made my cock throb so hard that I could feel the pre-cum leak from the tip.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said with a musical laugh.

“It’s not for another week, but I’m not complaining,” I replied, dropping the hand towel I’d been drying dishes with on the counter and stalking over to her. I grabbed her wrist tightly and took the belt from her hand while my eyes locked on her face. “You don’t taunt me with a belt, Baby Doll.”

She bit her bottom lip, and I felt my blood roaring in my ears as it pumped harder through my body.

“It’s not a taunt,” she said, running her hand up my chest. “It’s a request.”

Fucking hell. My hand squeezed the leather as I stared at her. “Not sure that’s a good idea,” I warned her, then took a step closer and ran my hand over her bare bottom. “That’s a pretty little ass. Soft, smooth skin.” Even as I said the words, I fought the need to bend her over the table and take the strap to her. “I hit hard, Baby Doll. I like to see welts. I’ll want to make your sweet bottom sore before I get on my knees and kiss it better.”

She trembled and pressed her butt against my palm. “If you promise to kiss it, then you can spank me as hard as you want to.” Her breathy voice made me groan.

God, I’d never spanked an ass I wanted so bad in my life.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “But you’re not a bad girl.”

Her nails ran down my chest. “If that’s a prerequisite, I can be.”

Yeah, I was about to cream in my damn pants. My fingers wrapped around her upper arm, and I pulled her over to the table.

“Bend over and put your hands on the table,” I ordered her.

She glanced back at me over her shoulder as she did exactly as I’d told her to.

I took the bows at her hips and pulled them loose. The flimsy fabric slid to the floor, leaving her completely bare.

“Open your legs a little,” I said, unable to take my eyes off the wet pussy lips I could see from back here.

Waiting another second seemed impossible. I swung the belt and watched in fascination as it slapped against her ass, causing it to jiggle.

“AH!” she cried out.

The red mark that was already forming was so damn pretty.

With another flick of my wrist, I brought the leather down on the other side. Fuck, I loved watching that. The pained noise she made only made my cock throb harder. The inside of her thighs were glistening; she was so wet.

“Your pussy is soaked, Baby Doll. I can even smell it. You’re supposed to be my good girl, but only bad girls want to be spanked.”

She turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder. “I’ve been very bad. I need it harder.”

“You’ve got my cock so fucking swollen; it’s about to bust out of these damn jeans,” I growled as I unzipped my pants and shoved them down, freeing my raging hard-on.

I swatted her ass again with the belt and slowly stroked my dick while she squirmed, shaking her plump red bottom at me. She was pushing my control. I felt it slipping with each crack of the leather against her flesh. The more she begged for it, the less control I had.

“OH GOD!” she wailed as her knees buckled after the eighth hit she’d taken, and I could see the squirt of juices running down her thighs.

The belt fell from my hand, and I sank to my knees, then buried my face between her legs, lapping up the wetness.

“Kye,” she moaned loudly, and more of her sweetness gushed against my tongue.

The scent and taste were driving me insane. I couldn’t get enough. Grabbing her thighs, I shoved them open and ate her like a crazed man. The sounds of pleasure she was making drove me harder.

I licked up all of it. Cleaning it off her thighs, then running my tongue back until I went between her asscheeks. The red welts I’d left on her perfect skin made me want to pound my chest. I lapped at them like a damn animal while my cock pulsed to the point that I knew I was about to fucking explode.

I jumped to my feet and placed a hand on her back to keep her bent over while I pumped my dick, slick from all the pre-cum, as I stared down at the marks I’d made on her.

“My Baby Doll,” I grunted. “My sweet ass. All red and swollen because she begged to be spanked like a bad girl.” My mouth fell open as the first shot of white cream hit the crack of her ass. Then, the next landed on one of the red stripes on her skin. A low groan tore from my chest as I unloaded, coating her turned-up bottom with my cum until I was empty.

I ran my fingers over the mess I’d made, wanting to rub it all over—between her legs, shove it inside her pussy, between her lips. “So fucking sexy, Baby Doll.”

She pushed up slowly and almost lost her balance. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against me.

“Are you sore?” I asked before biting her earlobe.

“Yes,” she replied with a smile in her voice. “You spanked me hard.”

“Mmm,” I replied as my dick twitched against her lower back. “If you talk about it, I’ll end up fucking you before I can get you in a warm bath and take care of that tender bottom.”

She laid her head back on my chest and smiled up at me. “The harder you spanked, the harder it made me come.”

I ran my hands up her stomach and squeezed her tits. “You want fucked, don’t you?”

“Please,” she purred.

“It’s not enough to have my cum all over your ass. You want it in your pussy too.”

She turned around in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. “If you fill my pussy, then I’ll let you shoot it down my throat next.”

I inhaled sharply as my cock sprang back to life. “That’s the best deal I’ve ever been given, Baby Doll.”

She giggled as I carried her into the living room for round two.

Everyone was already in Blaise’s office when I arrived.

“Taking your time these days,” Gage drawled.

“I had to go get Jag some gas drops before I left,” I explained.

Gage just smirked and shook his head before taking a drink from the whiskey glass in is hand.

“You haven’t slept at the house in over two months,” Levi pointed out. “I thought Trinity mentioned you were moving back in, bringing Jag with you, a few weeks back over breakfast. But that never happened.”

I walked over and sat on the sofa beside Sax. “Change of plans,” I replied.

Why were they all up in my fucking business? Didn’t they have their own lives to run?

“He started fucking his best friend,” Gage said, then chuckled into his glass.

“No shit!” Trev said, grinning at me. “How did I miss this?”

“Can I have your room at the house?” Mattia asked.

“NO!” Huck and Levi said in unison.

Mattia frowned. “What the hell did I do to the two of you?”

Huck took the cigar out of his mouth. “The parties. Can’t have that shit in the house anymore.”

“I can have parties at the shop,” Mattia said, sounding hopeful.

Huck shook his head again. “No.”

Mattia sighed. “Man, I am over Six and Bart fighting all the damn time. I need out of there.”

“Those two fuckers still fighting over Rose?” Gage asked.

Mattia nodded. “It’s wearing me out. Rose is a bitch.”

Blaise cleared his throat. “Unless y’all have more personal drama to discuss, I’d like to handle the current situation so I can get back to my wife.”

Everyone went silent and turned their attention to Blaise, except Trev.

He was perched on the corner of Blaise’s desk, grinning, looking down at his glass as he swirled the amber liquid around in it. “And Mattia thought he had problems now.”

The glint in Trev’s eye as he looked up and glanced from Mattia to me didn’t sit well. What the fuck was he talking about?

“Get in a fucking seat,” Blaise growled at him.

Trev seemed amused as he stood and walked over to sit in the only empty chair left in the room.

“I met with Liam today,” Blaise said, looking grim. “Two of his girls and a member of The Risers were found dead last night. They’d gotten their hands on a lethal mix. Still not positive where the drugs originated from, but Liam, Tex, and Levi have gone over the security footage in the club. We know who was in contact with them before they went back to the motel, where they were found this morning.” Blaise leaned back in his chair, then looked at me. “From what I’ve been told, you are Winter’s favorite.”

Fuck. I did not need this right now.

“She’s got a lot of favorites,” I replied.

Blaise shook his head. “No, apparently, just you, according to the girls closest to her and her phone records,” he told me. “Winter was caught on a security camera getting into Liano Morts’s vehicle three nights ago. Liano is the head of the Vagos. The fact that a Riser is one of the dead, we believe that this was a direct attack on them. The girls were just caught in the cross fire. That,” Blaise said, then shifted his gaze to Mattia, “or they were both girls the two of you have shared, and Winter was happy to get rid of them.”

“Damn,” Mattia muttered. His eyes met mine. “I told you she was psycho.”

“I’ve not been with her in months,” I told Blaise.

He shrugged. “Maybe so, but she is still texting you. You’re not responding, but she’s not stopped.”

“Which of the girls were found dead?” Mattia asked.

Blaise glanced over at Levi.

“Starla and Tatiana,” Levi replied.

“Fuck,” Mattia swore.

We had shared both more than once, but I’d been with Starla a few times alone. I felt sick to my stomach. If Blaise was right and Winter had had something to do with their deaths, then she was as insane as Mattia had claimed.

“How secure is the house you are in with Genesis and Jagger?” Blaise asked, causing my blood to run cold.

I shot up off the sofa. “Why?” I asked, wanting to bolt from the room and get back to the house.

“Easy,” Blaise said, holding up his hand. “Six and Bart are both stationed outside the house until you return. I wouldn’t have called you here without making sure your family was protected.”

Although it eased my fear, I still wanted to leave. I needed to be there with them.

“Six and Bart can handle a crazy-ass bitch—and Vagos for that matter,” Gage stated. “They’re fine.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the security footage inside the house. When the screen appeared, showing Genesis on the floor in the living room, tickling Jagger’s feet and laughing as he smiled up at her, my chest eased some.

“I take it, all is well?” Blaise said. “Are the windows bulletproof?”

I nodded. “Yeah, all the ones in the front and the windows in each bedroom. Dad had them installed when Mom moved me in there as a baby.”

“When was the system on the house updated?”

“Two years ago,” I replied. “I had it handled before Genesis began renting it for the summers.”

Blaise seemed appeased by that information.

“They could just move into Kye’s room at the house,” Huck said. “At least until this is handled.”

As much as I wanted Genesis all to myself, I also wanted her and Jagger safe.

“I don’t want to scare Genesis,” I explained. “But I’ll figure out a way to convince her to without letting her know the situation.”

Gage let out a bark of laughter. “Fuck, that’s a terrible idea. Have you not paid attention to any of our mistakes?”

Blaise shot Gage a warning glare, then turned back to me. “This is what we are going to do …”