Page 16 of Smoke

The air-con is nothing that I can’t fix, but I’ll admit,I’ve been enjoying my girl looking all soft and feminine in pastel colors and light, sheer fabrics I’ve been putting off the job. Spontaneous sex sessions are much easier when she’s wearing less restricting garments.

The dress she’s wearing now is the perfect example.

I step up behind her and rest my chin on her shoulder, inhaling more of her intoxicating scent.

“Please tell me they have removed her from the premises?” she asks as she continues to hack away at the broccoli in front of her.

“Last I saw of Tenley was her being herded back into Smoke’s office.” I slip my arm around her, just under her tits, and nip at her earlobe before sucking it into my mouth. “Depending on how that goes, and Smoke’s final decision, she could either be on her way home with a burner phone in her purse after she’s agreed to the club’s demands. Or, in the boot of one of the guy’s cages, about to be driven out and buried somewhere between here and Lake Tahoe.”

She turns suddenly in my arms to face me, her expression one of pure horror.

“Smoke wouldn’t, would he?” she gasps.

“Woah, back the fuck off babe,” I warn, releasing my hold on her and taking a couple of steps back when the sharp kitchen knife she’d been chopping with comes a little too close to my chest than I’m comfortable with.

“What?” she shrugs at my harsh outburst. I point at the weapon in her hand. Her eyes flick from me to the knife and back again. “Oh, my god. Sorry,” she gushes and does a half turn so she can place it safely onto the countertop. “Stone, tell me he won’t hurt her, will he?”

“I can’t rule it out,” I respond honestly, but when I see her eyes go wide and get glassy, tears building in her pretty cerulean eyes, my need to protect her from any pain takes over and I offer words of reassurance. “But hey, the way the vote went, I’m pretty sure that will not be the case.” I bring her back into my arms before I add. “Your stepsister is going to be of use to the MC so he’d be crazy to do anything, so try not to worry.”

Oriana visibly starts to relax in my arms. Her chin rests on my chest as she looks up at me, but not for long.

“Perfect!” she huffs. “That means my worst nightmare, namely Tenley, is going to be visiting Smoke.” Oriana lets out a deep sigh. “I honestly don’t know which is worse.”

She turns back to the chore, picking up the knife and starts chopping away with even more savagery than before, a tightness in her shoulders that I want to ease as much as her stress and fears.

However hard I try, I will never understand women, this one included, I doubt that I’ll ever get it.

This woman. One minute she’s scared to shit about the wellbeing of her stepsister, then the next, her barriers are back up, and she’s professing her hatred for Tenley.

I rest against the counter beside her and watch how her beautiful face is marred by the crease between her brows and the tightness around her usually pert lips, that are now pressed firmly together in a thin line.

“So come on. What exactly is the deal between the two of you?”

“Not now, Stone. I’m busy. I still need to prepare thechicken.” She says, trying to brush me off. “We can discuss it another time.”

“Wrong answer,” I shoot her down. “Right here, right now, before Sasha is Jonesing for our attention. Tell me why you two seem to hate each other.” She lets out a huge reluctant sigh, but speaks up.

“The short story,” Oriana turns to face me full on. “Tenley has always placed the blame for the breakup of her mum and dad’s marriage firmly on my mum, despite her not meeting her dad until three months after they’d already split.”

“Oh, and I might be stating the obvious here. Didn’t your father explain that to her?” A single tear slides down her cheek and I instantly regret pushing her to talk.

“Of course he did, however she was only three or four at the time. Besides, it wasn’t until I came along one year later that her unruly behavior started. She put us all through hell, especially our dad. Tenley was trouble with a capital T. At first, I idolized her. She was my big sister. I used to spend half my life wishing it was the weekend when Tenley would come to stay. I would follow her around like a sheep. She made me her puppet and stupidly I did everything she asked of me, which usually got me into hot water with my parents. Eventually, I saw the light, realized that she was nothing but a manipulative bully, and I started to fight back. The rest is history.”

“Damn. I’m sorry you had to go through that, sweetheart,” I offer, yet I can’t stop the indifference in my tone.

“God, I’m so sorry, Stone.” She flings herself forward and into me, her hands coming up and wrappingtightly around my neck. “I’m complaining about my sibling when it’s not so long ago that you lost yours.”

“Hey, let’s not go there.” I brush my lips across hers, still my words and sign of affection don’t stop the pitiful look she gives me. Call me a bastard if you wish, but what I see is an opportunity to take exactly what I crave, and if it means manipulating the situation, so be it.

“Although, that was a tad insensitive,” I tilt my head up, check out the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. Works like magic.

“Baby,” she reaches up on her tiptoes. Her hands fall to each side of my face and bring my gaze down to meet hers. Her eyes search mine for forgiveness before she places a firm kiss on my lips. “I’m so sorry. What can I do? What can I say to make this right?”

“Well, there is one thing that would make me feel better.” With the tip of my index finger, I slide it between the valley of her cleavage and flip the stretchy fabric down, releasing her tits in one swift movement. I grab her ass and lift her up onto the counter. The full pale flesh of her breast is now free for the taking. I place my lips around one of the dusky pink nipples and suck it into my mouth.

“Fuck,” she whisper-moans when I bite down on the succulent bud. “What about Sasha?”

I suck on her nipple hard until she lets out a little shriek that tells me I’ve hit the pleasure-pain level that she likes before releasing it from my mouth with a pop. “She’s asleep.”

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