I made Alba a promise, and I stuck to it. Every day, I came home to her and Penny. I washed myself up and helped her with dinner. Afterward? I fucked her all night. We made as many videos as we could.
We did shit that I’m ashamed to admit was me, but it was the best fucking sex I’d ever had. Nothing was off the table. And I do mean nothing.
Aurora and Kaleb brought out each other’s perversions, and once the dice had been thrown, there was no stopping the roll. I woke up every day desperate to be inside her. I thought about her the entire time at work. I came home anxious to set up the camera and tug her on top of me.
A week into this arrangement and I had become as addicted to her as I was to my smokes and coffee. Selene texted me when I didn’t come home again on Thursday.
Selene: So, you living with this girl now?
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know what to tell her. Alba and I were making a fuck lot of money, and in less than a week, we’d more than doubled what she’d previously been doing. We were close to replacing her income from the live sessions, so she cancelled them.
In their place, we did live sessions. Turned out, people wanted to watch me do fucked-up things just as much as they wanted to watch Alba.
By Friday, I didn’t know what I’d do when she left. I’d meant what I told her. I wasn’t a good guy. I had blood on my hands and more to come. I would only endanger her by being in her life, and eventually, I was going to need to make a choice—either bring her in fully and make her my old lady, or cut her loose.
Both would protect her, but this half-in, half-out bullshit wouldn’t, and I knew that from the start.
“Not too much,” Penny said. Alba leaned over her bed and brushed makeup across her cheeks.
“It’s not.” Alba pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side. “I think that’s it.”
Penny held up the mirror and nodded. “Jericho, what do you think?”
The makeup had given some color back to her face and intensified her eyes. “Looking super hot.”
“You think so?” Penny shot me a playful wink. “I might even get lucky, huh?”
Alba gasped, but I threw my head back and laughed.
“You’re all set.” Alba packed up her makeup and headed toward the basement. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be ready.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I didn’t have anything super fancy planned, just a picnic along the river and maybe a ride to an overlook with a pretty view. Alba’s days were filled with providing for her mother. When she wasn’t physically nursing her, she filmed. And when she wasn’t filming, she did chores and cleaned up. Doing all of it by herself gave her no time to relax.
So that’s what I wanted, to relax, even for just a little while.
“I worry about her,” Penny said, drawing my attention back to the present. “After this is over. After I kick off.”
I cleared my throat. “She’s strong. She’ll get through it.”
“Will you promise me something?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know if I’m the right person to be making promises.”
“You’ve got a good heart. Whatever bad you think you’ve done, I’m sure it was because you didn’t have any other choice.”
That hit me right in the gut. How the hell could she know that?
“I know what the MC life is like. I don’t want that for Alba, but she’s an adult. She’ll make her own choices. Just promise me. When I go, take care of her, will you? Watch out for her.”
I wanted to grab her hand and tell her I was doing that right now. That I’d probably be doing it for the rest of my life, even if Alba didn’t want me to. But I didn’t say any of that. I gave her a nod and a soothing smile. “Sure, Penny. I can do that.”
We spoke more about my family and the MC. Penny was easy to talk to, and she had a sense of humor like a whip — sharp, biting, and hilarious. But when Alba came upstairs, I shot to my feet and the rest of the world fell away.
She had on a sheer black top with snakes embroidered over her ribs and breasts. She’d paired it with her cardigan, cut-off shorts, black tights, and boots. Her hair hung in wild curls around her head, and she wore her glasses.
The perfect mix of Aurora and Alba.
Jesus Christ.
We weren’t going to make it out of this house. I had to drag her back downstairs and slide those shorts down her legs and—
“You look amazing,” Penny said. “Total smokeshow. Jericho’s a lucky man.”
Understatement. “Yeah. We should go.”
“Wait,” Alba said. “When’s this mystery babysitter getting here?”
“Any second,” Penny said. “Jericho’s right. You need to go before you cockblock me.”
I chuckled, but Alba rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse. “Fine. Love you.”
“Love you.” She gave Penny a kiss on the forehead and followed me out of the house and toward my bike. I turned, roaming my eyes over her wild curves and long legs, imagining her boots digging into my back while I fucked the hell out of her.
Yep, that was happening later. No matter what.
I handed her the helmet and grinned, letting my expression scream all the dirty thoughts in my head.
“Now, now.” She put on the helmet and raised an eyebrow while she strapped it around her chin. “I may fuck on the first date, but I am still a lady. You need to wine and dine me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I climbed on my bike started it, ignoring the flutter in my balls when she got on behind me. The only thing keeping my heart from pounding right out of my torso was her arms wrapped around my chest.
I drove us out to the river to a spot where I liked to go to when things were rough with Gemma and Thor. The sound of the water soothed me. It made me feel small and humble at a time when so much was outside my control.
When I shut off the bike, she climbed to the side and took off the helmet, glancing around with those big eyes that drove me feral.
“This is beautiful,” she said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, but I didn’t mean the scenery.
“How’d you know this was here?”
I shrugged. “Got lost one day. Found it by accident.” I grabbed our meal out of the saddlebag, vegetables and fruits and cheeses. Something light but filling. Because she’d need her energy for what I had planned tonight.
She’d said something about fucking me on my bike, and I couldn’t wait to bend her over it. With the way she looked, I didn’t think I’d be able to hold out very long.
“You come here a lot?” She cracked open the waters I’d brought and poured them into the red Solo cups while I set out the food containers.
“Used to.”
“When?”
“When things were bad.”
She nodded, understanding without me needing to elaborate, and took a bite of an apple before looking around and narrowing her eyes again. “Why’d you bring me here?”
“Because you need a break.” What was the point of denying it? We didn’t have time for lies between us. Only truth.
She made a sad, laughing noise and shook her head. “No room for breaks. Can’t afford it.”
“Maybe you couldn’t before,” I said, taking a bite of a carrot. “But you can now.”
“What are you going to do with your half?” She ate more fruit, the juice from a strawberry dribbling down her chin. My eyes caught on it, and I wanted to lick it off her.
“Buy my own place,” I said, watching her wipe it away with a napkin. “Maybe start my own garage if I can save enough.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You’d leave your uncle?”
I sighed. “He doesn’t pay me enough to deserve me.”
Alba laughed, and God, how I loved to make her laugh. “Do you want kids?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
The thought of getting her pregnant went through my mind. Me, coming home every day to miniature versions of her. It made something tighten in my chest, and I had to take a deep breath to loosen it. “What about you?”
“I thought I’d have a family to share it with. But now?” She shook her head. “I don’t know if I want them if my mom isn’t there to see me raise them.”
“Blood isn’t the only family out there.”
She gave me a half-hearted grin that didn’t reach her eyes before she took a bite of cheese and glanced away.
Conversation flowed between us. She teased me and laughed when I did it back to her. It felt natural in a way it never had with Nikki. I’d always walked on eggshells around her, like I couldn’t say or do anything without upsetting her. Now that I spent this time with Alba, I realized it was because Nikki and I never knew how to communicate with each other.
Alba and I could be honest and blunt. It didn’t hurt or escalate. I think that’s the thing I loved the most about her—her honesty, loyalty, and grounded approach to anything that bordered on taboo.
After we finished eating, I packed up our mess, put it into the saddlebag, and nodded back toward the bike.
“Get on,” I told her. “I’ve got one more surprise.”
* * *
Ten minutes up the road took us to an overlook with a view of everything in Madison County. We could see the downtown district and the river cutting through it. The sky was clear tonight, the stars shimmering overhead like they knew we needed a romantic backdrop and were eager to participate.
“Wow.” Alba’s mouth hung open when I pulled off the road, shutting down the bike and kicking out the stand. She climbed off and took a few steps forward, grinning like she’d never seen the moon before. “Thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for tonight.”
“Of course.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind, her head fitting perfectly under my chin and her ass right up against my cock. She smelled so fucking good, and I ducked my head closer to her neck so I could inhale her deep and remember this night. Remember how this felt. “Now, I think you said something about wanting to come on my bike under the full moon.”
She gasped and stiffened in my hold. But that perfect round ass rolled into me like her body reacted without her logical brain telling it to, which made me laugh like a fucking king.
Fuck yeah. My girl wanted me as much as I wanted her.
“Right here?” She whispered it so low that I could barely hear her.
“Yeah.” I leaned down to bite her earlobe, and she shivered. “Right here. Wanna fuck my face in front of all of Madison?”
Another tremble echoed in her body, and I had her.
She turned in my grip, wrapping her arms around my neck so she could push up on her toes and whisper, “Only if you fuck mine afterward and let me put it online.”
How in the fucking world could I say no to that?
“Get your phone out.”
She did, and I leaned her up against the bike, grabbing two masks from my saddlebag. I wrapped one around my face and gave the other to her. Her hands shook so hard she couldn’t get the strings knotted, so I helped her, trying not to let the fact that she was trembling get to my head.
I tugged at the button of her shorts, yanking them down to her ankles and kneeling like a reverent sinner in front of my goddess. She held up the phone in front of her face while I clawed at her tights, splitting them open right at the sweet spot.
“Hey,” she said. “You owe me $7.99.”
“Bill me.”
Alba gasped and I laughed, staring up at her while I jerked open the buttons on her bodysuit. She didn’t have on anything under that, which made me fucking hard as a rock thinking about her pussy pressed up against the leather seat for the entire ride here.
What a filthy girl.
She moaned when I licked her. I sucked her the way she liked, fucking her hard with my fingers while her legs were spread wide open. It didn’t take much to make her come. With some passionate scratching and a fist around her throat, she orgasmed like the world was ending. Which was how I felt when she handed the phone to me, switched us around, and dropped to her knees, her shorts still around her ankles.
Alba could suck dick like no one I’d ever known. Fuck me, I’d have daydreams about it until I died. Long after this was over. Long after we called it quits. I would close my eyes at night and visualize her lips wrapped around my base, the tip of my cock firmly planted down her throat.
Fucking hell. I watched through the phone as she took what she wanted from me, and when I came, my knees trembled and I nearly fell over. Groaning, I emptied myself inside her hot, wet mouth, and she held it all so she could stick her tongue out at the camera afterward like a dirty fucking slut.
My dirty fucking slut.
Then she swallowed it down and grinned.
I was so fucked because the skip in my chest had nothing to do with fucking her mouth, and everything to do with my stupid fucking heart.