Bitter Sweet Deception (The Kingsmen M.C Book 4) Read Free

scratching deliciously against my recently pumiced skin. The drying wetness between our skin attempts to cool the scorching heat of his movements. A loud  “ smac k ”   reverberates and echoes within the tiled chamber as my skin starts to burn beautifully. He soothes my ass tenderly where his palm left its sting.
    I hiss at the sensation, which only serves to encourage him. He crows in self-satisfaction.
    “ Tha t’ s right, Sugar. Feel it . ”
    I close my eyes and let his words wash over me. I feel it, alright. He contradicts the strength of his hand, by gently unfolding the soft towel around my shoulders, lifting the edges of it to my hair and fisting handfuls of my damp locks within the substantial folds of material.
    Drop after drop is mopped up, soaking through the fabric as it leaves my body. His hands quickly maneuver over my skin, searching out any remaining wetness. The towel keeps him from me, prevents our bodies from touching. I t’ s served its purpose and now I need it gone.
    I turn to him, his eyes large and dark as they watch. They lower to my heaving chest, nipples pert and peaked, begging to be touched. I hear the muted thud of the towel as it drops, feeling its softness surrounding my feet.
    “ There, all dry , ”   I say, stating the obvious.
    His pecs jump before my eyes, riddled with muscular tension.  “ You sur e‘ bout that ? ”
    His finger drops down, tracing its way down my flattened middle, quaking under his touch. He reaches the tiny covering of short curls at my core and his finger slips into them. His hand parts me, making room for himself as he inspects my opening.
    I gulp hard, the intrusion always a welcomed one, but nonetheless intense. Every time is intense, never diminishing.
    A wicked smile plays out on his lips at his findings.  “ Did n’ t think so . ”
    His glistening finger is lifted, offering evidence. The entirety of his wet digit disappears into his waiting mouth, cheeks hollowing as he devours it.
    “ Fucking sweet as sugar . ”
    My knees weaken, threatening to buckle. Clink sees me falter and scoops me up in his oversized arms, my legs resting themselves around his hips as he carries me over to the marble vanity, placing me down on its cool, steam-slicked surface.
    His strong lips crash down on mine, pinning me back against the mirror as his arms go to work, lowering the elastic waistband of his pants. I manage to free my mouth just enough to speak.
    “ W e’ re gonna be lat e…. ”
    He laughs into the skin of my cheek,  “ Yup . ”
    His thighs press deeper into mine, spreading my hips for him, his dick finding its way to me. The impact jolts me, so I grab onto his shoulders for support. His arm extends to the mirror, bracing himself as his body pushes, filling me.
    My eyes roll back,  “ Maybe just a quicki e…. ”
    He thrusts his chin into the crook of my neck, matching the thrust his pelvis makes, but his lips part and teeth latch onto my flesh, words tickling against my skin as they escape.
    “ I do n’ t do quick . ”
     
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    “ Elizabeth. We could call her Lizzie , ”   I offer.
    Li l’ s looks thoughtfully to the ceiling for a second or two.  “ Nope . ”
    The room deflates. W e’ ve been taking turns suggesting names to help her decide for weeks now, to no avail.
    “ How about Jay for a boy ? ”   Sunny pipes in.
    Li l’ s laughs,  “ I think one Jay is more than enough for me to handle, thankyouverymuch . ”
    I give up. Sunny nods at Li l’ s explanation. This is ridiculous. W e’ ve bought books, phone apps, scoured computer sites galore. Everything we suggest is shot down instantly.
    “ You know , ”   I explain,  “i t would really help narrow the field if we could just concentrate on one gender, here . ”
    Li l’ s shakes her head.  “ Sorry. I’ m not telling. Jay does n’ t want to know . ”
    She rests her hand on her rounded belly, swollen fingers prancing on the fabric-covered firmness.
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