Tease: A Kings of Korruption MC Novel (24 page)

My breath catches in my throat.
 
When she leans forward, her tongue slides out, and she flattens it, dragging it slowly up the underside of my cock before she pulls away.
 
Fuck
.
 
I grip her hair with my fingers, pulling her back in.
 
Using her hand, she guides me back to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking hard, swirling it quickly with her tongue.

My knees nearly buckle.
 
Taking me deeper, she licks and sucks my dick until the pleasure starts to feel almost like pain.
 
I stare down at her, watching her take my cock.
 
When she slides me inside her mouth as far as she can go and moans, I can’t take it anymore.

“Babe.
 
You gotta stop.”

Using her hand to stroke me as she bobs her head up and down, sucking my dick like a fucking lollipop, she ignores me.

“Babe,” I rasp.

She pulls away.
 
“Cum, honey.”
 

My orgasm rocks me back on my heels as I cum into her mouth.
 
We moan together, me trembling, and her sucking and swallowing down every last drop from my dick.
 
When I sigh, exhausted and spent, she pulls away and licks her lips before turning her face to mine and smiling her wonky smile.
 
“Now it’s your turn.”

Chuckling, I lift her off the floor and carry her off to the bedroom.

JASE STANDS FROM WHERE he was crouched down beside my bike, wiping his hands on a rag.
 
“There ya go, fuckface.
 
Good as new.”

I smirk, thankful that I don’t have to drive the club’s van anymore.
 
“Thanks, man.”

Jase jerks and makes a face, clutching his chest with one hand.
 
“Jesus Christ, man.
 
A smirk?
 
What has that bitch done to you?”

Rolling my eyes, I walk around the bike, checking out his handiwork.
 
“Fuck off and move.
 
Takin’ her for a tour, make sure you fuckin’ fixed her for sure.”

“Oh, she’s fixed.
 
Enjoy, brother.”
 
I put my helmet on my head and am fastening the strap when he speaks again.
 
“You hear about the picnic next weekend?”

I pause.
 
Picnic?
 
We’re in the middle of a goddamned war with the Devils, and he’s talking about a picnic?
 
“No.”

“Gunner just told me this mornin’.
 
Apparently since it’s startin’ to get colder, his old lady thought it would be a good time to enjoy the last of summer and relax for a day by the lake.”
 
He shrugs.
 
“We haven’t heard shit from the Devils, and the Crips don’t even have us on their radar.
 
They seem to think the Bloods shot up their men.”

I shake my head.
 
“I don’t like it.
 
Too easy.”

Jase folds his arms across his chest and purses his lips.
 
“Yeah.
 
I guess.
 
I don’t know, though.
 
A day to unwind, drink beer, and talk my way into a threesome sounds fuckin’ perfect right about now.”

I turn the key, starting up my bike and the motor roars throughout the garage.
 
“Maybe, but I’ll be on alert.
 
I don’t think the Devils are done with us.
 
Not after we killed those fuckers.”
 
I swing my leg over the seat and sit down.
 
“Just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Jase shrugs as I pull out of the garage and onto the street.
 
The bike sounds fuckin’ sexy as hell.
 
I can’t wait to get her out on the highway where I can put her through the actual test, and see if this bitch can fly as fast as she used to.

Driving through the city, I let my mind wander back to this morning and the conversation I’d had with Laynie.
 
It had been more of an argument in the end, but once again, I think I owe my girl an apology.

We’d been lying in bed, half-asleep, her hand wandering along my abs.
 
“Travis?” she’d asked.

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever seen your mom since you ran away all those years ago?”

My heart clenched.
 
“Just once.
 
After the police found me livin’ on the street, she came to the police station.
 
She didn’t even look at me.
 
I heard her tell them that I was a delinquent and that she didn’t fuckin’ want me ruinin’ her life anymore.
 
She walked outta there without lookin’ back.
 
I haven’t seen her since.”

“Are you angry with her?” she asked softly.

I scowled and shook my head.
 
“Nope.
 
I just hate the bitch.”

“That’s sad.
 
Hatred is a poison, Travis.”

I sat up, reaching for my jeans.
 
“Don’t fuckin’ tell me that I need to forgive that bitch, Laynie.
 
She can rot in fuckin’ hell for all I care.”

She climbed off the bed behind me, stumbling over my motorcycle boot when she took a step.
 
I caught her arm just in time.
 
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
 
She shook her head and sat back down on the bed.
 
“I’m saying that maybe you’re still angry with her, and that causes that hatred.
 
You still care.
 
Maybe, if you can let that anger go, you can finally heal.”

I finished buckling up my jeans and jabbed a finger at her.
 
“Don’t you even fuckin’ bother talkin’ your fuckin’ therapy shit to me.
 
I’ve healed just fuckin’ fine.
 
This is who I am and I’m not changin’.
 
Not for you.
 
Not for
anyone
.”

Yanking my t-shirt over my head, I grabbed my keys and stormed out of the room.
 
Just as I slammed my way out of her apartment, I heard her voice from the bedroom calling out to me.
 
“I don’t want you to change, Travis.
 
I want you to be finally be happy.”

I’d ignored her, and I’d left.
 
Now, looking back, I should have fucking talked to her.
 
I should have shut my mouth and actually listened to her.
 
I don’t give a shit about my mother, but maybe letting go of that hatred would silence the screams I hear in my head sometimes.
 
I
am
angry.
 
Look at how I treated Laynie.
 
She doesn’t deserve that shit.

I’m an asshole.

Turning my bike onto the highway, I open her up, and am thrilled to see that Jase has not only fixed my bike, but he’s improved it.
 
I fly down the road, passing cars and watching the world float by, and try to come up with a way to apologize to my girl, who I’ve hurt – yet again.

Mouse leads me into the clubhouse bar and helps me get settled onto a high barstool and hands me a beer.

“Thanks, Mouse.”

“You’re welcome.
 
I hate to leave you here, but Sarah has a doctor’s appointment, and I can’t miss it.
 
Jase said Tease is just out for a rip on his new and improved bike but should be back any time.”

I smile and wave him away.
 
“Don’t worry about it!
 
Go!
 
See to your girl and your baby.”
 
Planting a quick kiss on my cheek, Mouse runs out the door.
 

I sit back and sip on my beer, listening to the sounds in the room to determine if anyone’s nearby.
 
The place is silent.
 
My mind begins to wander, and I think back to the argument I had with Travis this morning.

I’m not angry with him for walking out like he did — I should never have pushed him.
 
From experience, I know that he will deal with those issues when he’s ready.
 
I’m not sorry for bringing it up, though.
 
He needed the push to start thinking about his mother.
 
There’s no way that bitch doesn’t play a part in the man he’s become.
 
I don’t want him to change – in fact, I like him broody.
 
It’s hot as hell.
 
I just don’t want him to feel the torture of the mind that goes into hating someone like that.
 
I meant it when I said it’s a poison.

“For fuck’s sake.
 
Are they just gonna start movin’ all their bitches in here now?”
 
Lost in thought, I’d missed her approach, but her bitchy words yank me back into the present.

“Excuse me?
 
Do I know you?”

“Fuck no!
 
Thank God.”
 
I hear her step in front of where I sit.
 
“You’re Tease’s new bitch?”

Who the fuck is this girl?
 
“I’m his girlfriend, yes.
 
Who the fuck are you?”

She laughs.
 
“Lucy.
 
I’m sure you’ve heard of me.
 
I’m a favorite around here.”