Page 70 of Property of Stone
Fuck yeah.
A flush had worked up her slender throat, her nipples were screaming his name, her bottom lip was clamped between her teeth, and her eyes glittered like blue diamonds as they focused on his hard-as-fuck dick.
Since she didn’t want them to speak, they’d need to show each other what they wanted instead. He’d go first.
Snagging her hand again, he wrapped her fingers around his hard length before moving it up and down. Once she took over, he grasped the back of her neck and pulled her into him, crushing their mouths together.
Her breath puffed raggedly as he dragged his tongue through her mouth, exploring every corner. Thumbing one of her tight nipples, he was annoyed that she still wore that tank.
Wanting no barriers but a wrap between them, he ended the kiss.
She didn’t stop him when he ripped her top over her head, tossing it aside.
She didn’t stop him when he shoved her PJ bottoms down, leaving her in only black panties.
She didn’t stop him when he shoved his own boxers down far enough they fell to his feet on their own, freeing his erection.
She didn’t stop him when he hooked his fingers in her panties and did the same with them.
Despite her compliance…the urge to rush clawed at his core. He was afraid once reality hit her, she’d change her mind and leave him holding his own dick.
This could be his one and only shot with her. Because he was pretty damn sure once the light of day was upon them, he’d be added to her list of mistakes right below Vic the Dick.
Stone wouldn’t deny that he belonged there.
He was not a good guy. Laws didn’t pertain to him and the only rules he respected had to do with the KOAMC.
His world was made up of two very important things: his daughter and his club. Without Sunny and his brotherhood, his heart had no reason to keep pumping. The Kings were in his blood and that same blood ran through Sunny’s veins.
He lived for both and would die for them, too.
Wrapping her hot, little fingers around his dick again, she began to jerk him off, bringing him back to the room. His hips twitched, wanting to follow her rhythmic pumping, but if he started doing that, he might not be able to stop.
Again, this might be a once and done scenario, so he couldn’t blow it. In more ways than one.
He regretfully peeled her fingers from around his throbbing length and went to the closet, digging around for a box of wraps. He kept a supply in both bathrooms as well as his bedroom and in the kitchenjust in case. Since he never wanted to be caught with his pants down and no way to protect himself.
A hard, expensive lesson only needed to be learned once.
Condoms were definitely cheaper than diapers and everything else needed to raise a kid. More importantly, it stopped him from being attached to some crazy bitch for a minimum of eighteen years. One hell of a prison sentence.
If he ever had a kid again, he’d want to choose the mother, not the other way around. Getting pregnant wasn’t a way to lock him down, it was a guaranteed way to alienate him.
As it was, one nut nugget was more than enough to deal with right now, fuck you very much. He was also damn sure the woman in the bathroom with him didn’t want to get knocked up again anytime soon. They might not have a lot in common, but they had that.
Despite Taryn’s desire for them to say nothing, Stone was finding it more difficult than expected to trap his thoughts inside his head. Whatever popped in there usually spewed from his mouth.
To keep from fucking up this opportunity, he tossed one of the wraps found in the closet onto the vanity. No reason to put it on yet.Fuck that.He had other plans first.
One had to do with his late-night munchies.
To keep his mouth busy so he didn’t blow her unspoken rule of staying silent, he took her mouth again. Aside from the kiss they shared on the deck, he hadn’t kissed a woman in a long fucking time. The only time he was interested in a woman’s mouth was when she was sucking his dick or licking his balls. Or tickling his taint with her tongue.
He had no reason to swap spit with any female. He never kissed Sheena the night they made Sunny and he still wasn’t sure if her pregnancy was an accident or the bitch had tried to trap him.
If so, the joke was on her. She had to carry his daughter for nine months, suffer through the pregnancy and everythingthat went along with that, and in the end, the plan backfired. She didn’t get what she wanted. Sheena never got to be his backpack on his sled. Never got to sleep in his bed. She damn sure never wore his cut and never would.
She never got shit from him except for Sunny.
