I stared down at the piece of paper in front of me and pursed my lips. “What the fuck is this?”
“It’s a kink checklist.” Alba smiled widely, nudging it farther across the bed. “You mark things you’d be into, things you’d try, and things that are a hard limit.”
It had three long columns of stuff I’d never heard of before with two boxes next to each: giving or receiving. I was supposed to mark Y for yes, M for maybe, and N for no. She’d already done hers and now waited anxiously for me to fill out mine.
“Can’t we just fuck and figure it out?”
“Production value,” she said. “Remember? I have to know what you like and don’t like.”
I rubbed at the back of my neck, setting the list to the side so I could use my weight to crowd her and make her lean back on the bed. She wrapped her legs around my hips but reached for the paper, pretending not to pay any attention to me.
“Facials? I think we’ve established that’s a yes to giving.” She scribbled something on the paper while I kissed my way down her neck. “What about you? Want me to squirt on your face?”
“That’s a possibility?” I perked up my head, my eyebrows raised.
She shrugged. “If you play your cards right.”
“Damn.” I grinned like an idiot and climbed back up her torso, relaxing on the bed next to her. “You’re fucking filthy. I love it.”
She narrowed her eyes and rolled over, putting a hand under her head to support its weight on her elbow. “What do you want me to do to you?”
I considered. “No one’s ever asked me that before.”
“I want you to fuck me on your bike.”
The visual that went through my mind stunned me. I’d done some wild shit, but my cheeks burned when I thought about bending her over the seat and holding her down while I fucked the life out of her.
Probably best not to film that one, though.
“And somewhere beautiful.” She smiled, seemingly lost in her fantasy as she pushed her glasses higher on her face. “I like to be fucked in public, and I like when other people watch.” She told me a whole fucking laundry list of things she wanted to do, places and ways she wanted me to take her.
“If you want my ass, you have to plug me first. I insist.”
I’d never fucked anyone in the ass. Nikki never wanted to, and my cock was too big for anyone else to even attempt. I know it takes some arrogance to say that, but it’s true.
“Have you ever done anal play?” She rolled into me, putting her chin on my pec and looking up at me with those big blue eyes. I brushed my thumb over her lips. Such a dirty fucking mouth on such an innocent-looking girl.
“Nope,” I said.
“Would you want to?”
I laughed, saying the first thing that came to my mind. “If you get three shots in me, I’ll do anything you ask.”
“Three shots?” That made her smile. “Only three?”
“Any more and I’m a mess. Any less, and I’m not drunk enough.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She draped one leg over my hips and sat on my pelvis, reaching for the list again. I put my hands on her thighs which were so soft and hypnotizing, I ached to have them pressing into my ears while I face-fucked her pussy. “Okay, throat fucking, yes. Threesomes?”
“No.” I’d be firm on that.
She pursed her lips and marked it down, but there was amusement in her eyes.
“Roleplay?” Her brows rose up her face.
“Sure.” I nodded and bucked my hips, making her lurch forward. “You wanna dress up in a schoolgirl outfit? Do a stint in detention with Professor Kaleb?”
“Only if you dress up like a Salvatore and keep me locked up all day since you can’t go out in the sun.”
I narrowed my eyes, considering. “Which Salvatore?”
“Either one.”
“Wrong,” I teased. “The only answer is Damon.”
She giggled and shook her head, going back to the list. But I’d had enough. I grabbed it and tossed it to the side, pulling her forward so she lay across my torso. I brushed her hair out of her face and smiled.
“How about this? I’ll show up tomorrow, ready to film. I’ll tell you what to do, and you’ll listen.”
“I’m the professional here.”
“Yeah?” I leaned closer. “Well, I’m the one with the dick. And I’m going to put it wherever I want.”
She gasped, her mouth hanging open.
“Consensually, of course.” I grinned, relishing in the mock outrage on her face, and I rolled us so she was under me. Working my way down her body again, I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged down the zipper so I could get my hands under the waistline. Sitting back, I yanked them off her.
“If you keep your shirt on, your tattoos won’t be as noticeable.” She ran a foot up my thigh, digging her toes into my crotch and running her arch over my cock. Goddamn me, she was so fucking sexy. I could spend eons in this bed with her. But we had a plan tonight, and that was to plan tomorrow night.
“Okay.” I shook my head, reminding my cock to wait for his fucking turn. “I’ll go down on you first. Then you’ll blow me. We’ll rearrange the camera, and I’ll fuck you.”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “There’s room for improvisation. Go with your gut.” She edged her foot closer to my balls. “Or your… intuition.” She tilted her head to the side. “Either way, get the camera.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, Kaleb. I want you to eat my pussy until I come. And if you do it real good, I’ll show you my hidden talent.”
“Hidden talent, huh?” I inched off the bed and grabbed the camera, firing it up before angling it on the tripod.
“Yeah, it drives all the boys wild.”
Swallowing down a slice of territorial jealousy, I handed a mask to her before retrieving my own. She tugged off her shirt, and I took my spot between her legs, yanking them closer as I lay down.
I bit her inner thighs, coasting my way toward my goal. Then I dove in. Licking her. Teasing her. Kissing her. She moaned, pinching her nipples, and I grabbed her hips so I could get closer. Jesus, I could have been down there for years. Decades. Who the hell knew? Because once I started fucking her with my fingers, time didn’t matter anymore.
She said something about squirting on my face, so when she got close and tightened her fingers in my hair, she murmured, “Harder, harder,” and I rubbed her clit as fast as I could with the palm of my hand.
Alba came with a loud groan and an arch of her back, her legs shaking while she tried to push me away. But I wouldn’t let her. I stayed on her, lapping at everything she had to offer. She laughed and moaned, and the way she panted made me feel like a Goddamned king. Nikki had never been that free with me. She’d never orgasmed like that before.
“Fucking hell, Kaleb.” She sat up and ran a hand down the side of my face, smiling in that hazy post-climax way.
“You like that, sunshine?”
“Yes,” she said.
I kissed her knee, sitting back on my heels so I could take in every inch of this moment and the way she looked, spread out for me like this.
“Can I have your cock now? Please?” She pouted.
I normally didn’t get into the whole master and submissive dynamic. Sometimes I wanted her to hold me down and take what she wanted. But having her ask me for my dick, which I would give to her at any time and on any day, sent a rush of power straight to my balls.
“Yeah, you can. Get on your knees.”
Alba grinned and twisted us around so she could climb off the bed and walk to the camera, leaving me to sit there, stroking my cock and trying to keep my head in the game.
“Okay, that was really good.” She gave me a smile. “Let’s have you stand for the blow job.”
Right. We were shooting a fucking porno here.
“Or would you rather sit?”
I tried to keep my brain in charge. I tried to talk like I had some Goddamned sense in my head, but when I opened my mouth, the only thing that came out was, “I don’t care where you suck my dick. Just get back over here and do it.”
She laughed and knelt between my knees, her arms on my thighs, her eyes peering up at me while she wrapped her pretty fingers around my cock.
“How long’s it been since someone sucked you dry, Kaleb?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer before she licked the tip and all words left my brain completely. She circled her warm tongue around the head and took me in her mouth, all the way back, sliding down her throat. It constricted around me.
I clenched my hands in her hair. Lust and euphoria shot down my legs, and I made noises I’d never heard come out of a man before.
“Fucking sweet Jesus!”
She chuckled, and the vibrations rang through me. She did it again and again, marking another thing off our list. Alba fucked me with her face. All I had to do was sit there and watch it and try not to blow my load in two fucking seconds.
“God, you’re so good at that. Look at you. Such a good little slut for me.” I muttered a bunch of shit people say when they’re in the heat of the moment and the hormones take over and all reason fades away. Alba worked me right over the edge.
“I’m about to come.” That’s all the warning I gave before she sucked me all the way back, gulping down every last drop.
I couldn’t fucking think.
I couldn’t fucking breathe.
I ran my shaking hands over my face and laughed as Alba stood and wiped at her mouth.
“Aw, moonbeam. Looks like I rocked your world.”
All I could do was breathe and give her the finger.
* * *
“Ever been chained to a bed and birched?” Hollywood clapped me on the shoulder and took a big swig of water. He and Bear were helping out at the shop today, and while I normally enjoyed their company, I couldn’t get my fucking mind off the videos Alba and I had filmed yesterday.
Smut that likely found its way to the internet by now.
After she sucked me off, I needed a few minutes to get my bearings before she climbed on my face and rode me again. Until she worked out six weeks of pent-up energy. Until the nine months between her and Nikki turned into fucking nothing.
“Birched?” Bear scooted out from under an old Honda and narrowed his eyes. “Jesus fucking Christ, Hollywood. What the fuck are you into?”
“It’s this girl I’ve been seeing.” Hollywood wiped his hands on a rag, going back to the truck up on the lift. He had the wheels off, just about to check the brakes. “She likes some wild shit.”
Objectively.
Alba had tied me to her bed last night and used my tongue like a dildo for the whole internet to see. Did that count? Probably. But I wasn’t about to tell Hollywood and Bear. These two assholes would spread it around the club in seconds.
“I’m gonna do the world a favor and tell you to stop sharing in general.” Bear shook his head and sighed.
“What about you?” Hollywood raised an eyebrow at my cousin. “I saw you go home with that brunette the other night.”
“There’s no brunette. Stay out of my personal life.” Bear slid back under the car, effectively ending the conversation.
But all that did was make Hollywood turn his attention to me. “KC?”
“Hollywood.”
“How’s your—”
“No fucking way.”
That shut him up, and he stood to walk over to the office, mumbling as he passed, “Y’all are a bunch of prudes.”
That’s not how I felt, not when I spent all fucking day thinking about her. Dreaming about her. Fantasizing about what I planned to do tonight. I’d make her dress up in that schoolgirl outfit she’d promised. I’d make her confess every rotten thing she’d ever thought about me.
Wondering what she was doing right now, I dug out my phone and texted.
She replied quickly with a shot of her covered in a face mask, making a kissy face.
I couldn’t have adored her more if I tried. I sent back naughty instructions about what I wanted her to do when I got home, but she only sent me a teasing cleavage shot in response, followed by a winky emoji.
The brat.
I would have to take it out on her ass.
“Who ya smiling at, KC?”
I glanced up to find Ru standing in front of me, her arms wrapped around a stack of textbooks. Aris’s daughter and a fellow MC princess, she and Selene were like sisters. Unfortunately for me, that made her an adopted little sister. A few months ago, she’d gotten into a car accident with Saint, and I’d rescued them approximately half a second after they hooked up. I was the only one who knew what happened, and to this day, they still hadn’t gone public. But that shit was none of my business, so I never brought it up again.
“No one.” I clicked my phone off. “Selene’s in the office.”
She narrowed her blue eyes and brushed her curly brown hair behind her ears. When she made that face, she reminded me so much of her father, like she saw down to my soul without me having to do anything. She reminded me of someone else, too, but I couldn’t figure out who.
“Is that the girl you went home with the other night?” She raised her eyebrow. “Alba?”
“Jesus, you all gossip like fucking children.”
Ru laughed, and Hollywood came back into the garage, throwing an arm over her shoulders as he looked down at her books. “Whatcha got for me?”
She grinned and turned to face him. “Economics and marketing homework.” She held her books out. “Want some?”
“Ew.” He scrunched his nose and backed away. “Fuck off with that.”
“Selene’s going to help me with the econ. She’s really good at math.” She gave him a saucy smile and backed into the office, shutting the door behind her.
Hollywood nodded at her retreating form. “Hey, when’d Ru get to be so fucking smart, huh?”
“Ru’s always been smart,” Bear said from under the car, wrenching something tighter. “I think the real question is… when’d you get to be so fucking stupid, huh?”
“Fuck off before I drop that Honda on your ugly fucking face.” Hollywood came closer and threatened to kick the jack, making Bear rush out from under the car and jump to his feet.
“You fucking asshole.” Bear punched out at Hollywood, who dodged it and shoved his fist away, giving him a quick tap on the cheek. Bear’s face turned beet fucking red, and he launched himself at Hollywood, pushing him out of the garage doors and into the parking lot. Bear growled and Hollywood laughed. It reminded me of being a kid and doing the same thing with them.
“Hey, whoa, whoa, watch where the fuck you’re going!” Trojan shoved at his brother as they passed, nodding when he came into the garage. “Hey, lady killer.”
“What’s up?”
He shook his head. “Same old shit.”
Trojan had inherited the calmer side of their genetics. Hollywood lived for the flash and the glamor. Trojan had once been in the army. Special ops. He’d seen shit. He’d done things he wouldn’t talk about. Level-headed didn’t begin to describe the dude.
I liked him. He had always been a good friend to Thor, a good brother to the rest of us, and a good ole man to his wife, Marissa.
“Your uncle around?”
I shook my head. “Haven’t seen him.”
He and Selene had gotten into a fight or something, and whenever that happened, he made himself scarce for a few days.
“Check the clubhouse. Sometimes he holes up there.”
Trojan nodded, eyeing me with skepticism. “You ready for Sunday?”
He meant the meetup at the docks and the rabbit chase out of there. Honestly, it was a big fucking deal. And if I dwelled on it, I might talk myself out of it. So I didn’t.
I grinned and nodded, pretending to be nonchalant. “Yeah, man. Born ready.”
He laughed and clapped. “All right, kid.” When he turned to leave, he pointed at Bear chasing Hollywood across the field out behind the place. “Hey, keep an eye on my bonehead brother, yeah? He’s a fucking idiot sometimes, but we love him.”
I chuckled. “You got it.”
Funny how little details could stick out in a moment. Like the way Trojan’s boots made clouds of dust on the gravel as he walked away. Or the glint in his smile as he waved goodbye to his brother several yards in the distance. Or the shimmer coming off his cut as he mounted his bike and rode off.
My phone vibrated again, drawing my attention down to a half-naked Alba, one arm wrapped over her chest, covering her nipples, and the other hand between her spread legs, hiding her pussy.
Jericho: Move your hands.
Alba: Oh, that’ll cost you.
Jericho: Name your price.
Alba: Three words: Hot. Werewolf. Roleplay.
I nearly laughed, knowing she was only mostly serious. Fuck yeah.
Jericho: You got it, sunshine. Show me your goods.
The pictures came rolling in. What the fuck had I done to deserve her? And what would I do without her? Once this was over and she’d moved on with her life and came to her Goddamned senses, ending this idiotic affair with me, I’d be so fucked.
Maybe that’s the moment I knew. Even though I’d met her less than a week ago. Even though I couldn’t admit it to myself or anyone else. But deep down, I knew.
Alba was it for me.