Page 27 of Kneeling to Candy

It’s taken me a whole-ass year to feel comfortable again in my skin. A year without sex was exactly what I needed to find myself and figure out what I want out of life. As wonderful as my friendship with Butch has been, I’m ready for something more—something deeper.

Last year, there was no way I would’ve made a move on Butch. I had only begun therapy for my past sexual assaults, and I was busy rebuilding trust with the MC family. Learning the guy I’d been crushing hard over liked me back was some twisted irony when I wasn’t in the headspace to be in a relationship.

It hurt my heart resisting a man and life I’d always wanted for myself. But it wouldn’t have been good for my mental health to pursue a relationship I had no business being involved in until I worked on myself.

Like a gentleman, Butch backed off and respected my need to reclaim myself. Instead of being my old man, he became my best friend. He was there for me to rant to, to talk out my feelings when I was having difficulty navigating them, and to be a shoulder for me to cry on when everything was too heavy all at once. Although Butch wasn’t much of a talker, he was a fantastic listener, weighing in where he felt I needed reassurance or guidance.

Butch became my safe person, and it made me want him all the more.

After a year of working with Brandon in therapy and mending bridges with the crew, I found myself again. When Atlas brought me into his office and told me Jo wanted someone to play interference with her sister’s ex and current girlfriend, who were bothering her during the Sacramento case, I didn’t understand why he was talking to me about it. But when he mentioned Jo wanted me to fill the role of troublemaker, I jumped at the opportunity. I was given a chance to prove my worth in the club, and I wouldn’t pass on it for nothing.

Working along with Butch and his tech team, I was doing something I’d been interested in pursuing. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life prior to the case, but after helping the investigation by distracting the prime suspect—mostly with my bitchy attitude—I knew what I wanted to do with my life.

I want to help people, like the guys do in the MC with their security and mercenary assignments. I may not be the run-and-gun type, like most of the crew is, but I can give an impromptu performance and transform myself into anyone to get the results I need.

For years, I pretended to be whoever I needed to be to survive my time with whatever Johns I was forced to service. So, playing a part was second nature to me. If there were future cases requiring someone to go undercover to gather information, I was the woman for the job.

Along with wanting to work more cases with the team, I want to explore a relationship with Butch. Although, I had no clue if he still felt the same until working on the Sacramento case. We were cruising on Butch’s Harley and broke off from Chase and Simone to go solo. We drove an hour and a half to Ocean Beach in San Francisco and walked along the beach.

Butch took my hand, watching me cautiously to see if I would object. Of course, I didn’t. The way his face lit up brighter than the sun when I laced my fingers tightly with his. And those dimples popping out on his stubble-covered cheeks—swoon.

Before riding back to Sacramento, Butch leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my cheek. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, but it was the first time in a long time I saw heat in his gaze after he pulled back. It was enough to solidify the fact that he still harbored romantic feelings for me. And it worked as kindling to my fueling desire for him, scorching me to my core.

That was only a few days prior. I want to see if I can open this man up, see if he wants me as much as I want him.

Channeling that same hungry energy, I make a brazen move. One I hope Butch will reciprocate.

Smirking, I slip my hands from his face to his shoulders. With a gentle nudge, I push him back a couple of steps until he’s at arm’s length and release him. Holding his stare, I grab the hemline of my form fitting dress and slowly shimmy it up my body and over my head.

Butch’s eyes darken, his gaze taking me in from head to toe. His hard chest rises and falls quickly with his growing need.

In my sexuality, I’m a secure woman. But watching him drool over me gives me a confidence boost. I place my hands on my hips, straightening my shoulder and pushing out my laced covered tits.

“If you want any of this,” I gesture with one hand down the length of my body, “you’ll have to do more than rub on me like some horny teenager. I want a man who isn’t afraid to beg for what he wants.”

Heat sparks in Butch’s hazel eyes, like he’s excited about the challenge to prove himself to me.

“You deserve a man who will do as you order. Beg, I will.”

With no hesitation, Butch shucks his cut, reaches behind his head to pull his Henley long-sleeved shirt over his head, and sinks to his knees in front of me.

“Goddess,” Butch drawls in a rough voice, his eyes insistent. “I’m yours to command. Take control of me—I yearn for it. Take me however you want, but take me and be mine.”

And just like that, I melt for this man.

“I ask one request. I’m starving for something sweet. Please, may I devour you?”

The way his pleading makes my lady bits quiver, I may come on the spot.

“Give me your mouth,” I demand, yanking his head to the V between my legs.

Butch’s hot breath puffs against my black thong, his fingers digging into my thighs. His nose runs along the thin fabric covering my wet lips. “You smell so good.”

“Yeah, but I taste better. Now eat it.”

A feral snarl vibrates from Butch’s lungs. His fingers grip the edges of my thong, ripping the fabric from my body with a vicious tug. It’s seductively aggressive, sending a fresh wave of wetness to coat my thighs.

I hiss from the bite of the fabric ripping against my skin before Butch’s mouth covers all of me. My head falls back in ecstasy, thumping softly against the door.

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