Page 98 of King of Tides

I smile at her wickedly as I freeze my hand over as I hold my fingers against her clit and keep fucking her from behind.

“Holy fuck,” she screams.

I lift the same iced-over hand to her breast and run it against her nipple. I’m so fucking hard inside her, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Grabbing hold of her hair, I tug her head back and lick up the side of her neck to her ear, making sure to cool my tongue against her heated skin. Her sweat tastes like candy. Not able to help myself, I pull out and turn her, lifting her onto the table before dropping to my knees again.

“Christ, baby, I get it,” she calls out as I bury my face into her core and begin to eat her like the delicious snack she is.

She runs her fingers through my hair and tugs. I groan and hum as her juices flow into my mouth. With my hand, I rub her until she squirts.

“No, baby. I don’t think you do, but you will.”

Just Alike

“Papi, I’m not in New York right now,” I say into the phone.

“Since when?”

“I haven’t been there for a few days. I think it’s been about a week since we’ve been gone.”

“We?”

I sigh and laugh. “Yes, Papi. We. Ardan and I are taking a vacation.”

“I knew I liked that guy. I can’t remember the last time you willingly took a vacation. You usually have to fall sick orsomething to sit your butt down and take off from work,” Mack laughs into the phone.

“Yeah, I know. I’m looking to change that when I get back.”

“I must be dreaming. I have to be. Does this mean I’m going to get to walk you down the aisle some day soon?”

“Phew, you’re jumping that cart before the barrel. I would have to be proposed to in order to be planning a wedding. I don’t think that’s in my future.”

“Why not?” Papi says into the phone while Ardan mind-links me the same.

I look at Ardan and shrug. He rolls his eyes and frowns at me then gets up to leave the room. I look after him with my mouth hanging open.

“Is marriage not a biker thing?” Mack asks, bringing me from my thoughts.

“I … Um. I’ve never asked.”

“So, how do you know he wouldn’t propose?”

“True story, Papi. I think I might be wrong. It’s all so complicated.”

“Can I give a little advice?”

“Yeah, I’m listening.”

“Talk to him. Ask him his intentions and plans for your future. You may find he wants more than you think. I wish I communicated more when I had my opportunity.”

“Thanks, Papi. I think you might be right.”

As I listen to Mack continue to talk, Kenji walks into the lounge room I’m sitting in. He gives me a smile and takes a seat across from me. That feeling in the pit of my stomach awakens as it always does when he enters the room.

“Papi, I need to go. I’ll call you when we get back to New York.”

“Be good, sport. I miss you.”

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