Betrayed (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 2) (11 page)

‘You were good tonight.’ I smile and lean back against the row of wash basins, folding my arms.

‘I’m always good, honey. You should know that by now.’ She moves a step closer and I do nothing to stop her. ‘You got to run home now? Or can you stop for a little nightcap before you leave?’

I drop my gaze as she loosens her robe, letting it fall open, and I’m right. She’s still naked, and I let my eyes wander over her rock-hard nipples, down to her smooth, shaved pussy and there’s a part of me that wants to reach out and slide a hand between her legs; push my tongue deep inside her, just like we used to do, we were so good together when we played on stage at
Laney’s
. But to go there now, like this, that’s just as bad as me sleeping with Mack. It’s still cheating on Zeb. And, yeah, I want sex, I want it real bad right now. And she’s here, in front of me, willing to let me do whatever the fuck I want to her; let
her
do whatever the fuck she wants, to
me
. But I can’t. I’ m not going to.

‘You know I can’t do this, Cora,’ I whisper, folding my arms tighter against myself because I really want to reach out and touch her. But she’s my friend, and she gets this. She knows how messed-up my mind is right now.

‘I’m sorry, Izzi.’ She wraps the robe back around herself. ‘I shouldn’t have done that. I know what you’re going through…’

‘I’m staying with Zeb, Cora. I have to make that work, and I love him, y’know?’

‘Enough?’

I frown slightly, cocking my head in question as I look at her.

‘Do you love him enough, Izzi?’

‘I…’ Of course I do. I have to. I don’t really have a choice, I just don’t want to tell
her
that. ‘Yes. I do.’

She reaches out and cups my cheek and leans forward to plant the tiniest, lightest of kisses on my mouth. ‘You know where I am, if you need me. For anything.’

I watch her head off into one of the stalls before I leave the rest room.

I’m going to find my husband.

Zeb

It’s late when I get home, but with Mack being A.W.O.L. I had all kindsa shit to deal with at the clubhouse, man, I ain’t even had time for a drink.

I kick the door shut and throw my cut over the chair in the hall before I head into the kitchen, but there ain’t nobody there. Surely Izzi gotta be home by now. I know she was at
Six
earlier, and I don’t mind that she’s there without me. She can keep an eye on things over there, she knows how it works. But I was kinda hoping she was home now.

I get a beer from the fridge and quickly make myself a sandwich, and as I look out into the back yard I see her bike parked up by the shed, so she’s home. She’s here, somewhere, and as I head back into the hall I hear the shower being turned off, and the relief that she’s home swamps me. I take a bite of my sandwich and discard it on the hall table, I can eat later. Right now, I need my girl.

‘Izzi...’

I head into our room, and the bathroom door’s slightly ajar so I walk over to it and peer inside, and the sight that greets me has my cock standing to attention in a fucking second. She’s standing in front of the wash basin, one hand gripping it tight, her back arched and her ass pushed out, legs wide apart as she plays with herself. Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting down on her lip as her hand strokes her pussy, back and forth, sweeping across it and then stopping to rub her clit, and when she widens her stance, from where I’m standing, I can see heaven and more. Man, I freakin’ love this kid!

She throws back her head and lets out a long, low moan and I feel my cock push hard against the zipper on my jeans. It’s fucking aching, and I drop my hand and cup my bulging hard-on. There ain’t a part of me that doesn’t want to ram it straight into that beautiful ass of hers, but I kinda want to watch her fuck herself first. Then I want her to go all over again, with me inside her. I want her to ride me ‘til she comes like a crazy bitch.

Still holding the basin with one hand she drops down to her haunches, her legs wide open, and she bows her head and moans again as her other hand picks up a faster rythym, rubbing hard against herself until she cries out loud, she’s almost howling as she throws back her head and her whole body shudders with the orgasm she’s just brought herself to. And then she stands back up, both hands gripping the basin now as she hangs her head and tries to get her breath back. And I stay watching her for a second, because sometimes I like to do that. Just watch her. But I need to touch her now, so I walk over and gently rest my hand against her hip, and she responds by leaning back against me.

‘What’s got
you
so wired, princess, hmm?’

She reaches back to touch my face as I lean in to kiss her shoulder. ‘I couldn’t wait for you any longer,’ she murmurs as she slides her fingers into my hair, and I raise a hand up to her tits and flick my thumb over her rigid nipples. Man, that feels
good!
She
feels good.

‘All of this ‘cause you’re thinking of me, huh?’

She laughs quietly and I feel her tit vibrate against the palm of my hand. ‘Yeah. Something like that.’

‘You still got enough energy left to handle the real thing?’

She laughs again and turns around in my arms, kissing me gently, dropping her hand to my cock. ‘Get undressed, handsome.’

I grin, and she steps back and heads out into the bedroom and I watch as she kneels up on the bed, all that God gave her on show, and it belongs to me.
Mack Slayer, man, you fucked up big time when you lost this one.

‘What d’you want me to do, Mr. President?’ she whispers as I join her on the bed, and I pull her over so she straddles me. Mr. President. Yeah. I like the sound of that. That fucking title suits me. And I may only be covering for Slayer right now, but one day…

She leans over, not even waiting for my answer but, hey, she don’t need to. She knows what I want, what I like her to do. Ain’t no need for talking. And she kisses me, forcing my mouth open with her lips, sliding her tongue inside, running it over the back of my teeth as her hand reaches down and massages my throbbing cock and if she don’t hurry up I’m gonna come in her fucking hand, I’m going freakin’ crazy here!

‘Baby, you’re killing me,’ I groan, and she laughs, and I take her face in my hands and kiss her hard as I sit up, pulling her up with me, and as my cock finally reaches home I throw back my head and let the frustration flood outta me. I’ve fucked this woman so many freakin’ times in ways that would make most people flinch, believe me, we’ve done some twisted shit. But every time I fuck her, yeah, it feels so freakin’ good.

She clings onto me as our bodies rock together, as she rides me slow and steady at first before picking up speed, but I kinda like the slow burn right now. So I kiss her gently, and touch her hip to let her know it’s OK to slow down. To take it easy. And it’s nice, to actually feel her and take our time. It’s nice, for a change, to actually have the kinda sex that wouldn’t raise an eyebrow. Normal sex? I ain’t sure there’s such a thing in my world.

I push her tits together and lower my head, taking first one nipple then the other in my mouth, sucking on them like a baby on its momma. And she moans quietly and throws back her head, lifting those hips and slamming back down onto me, taking me deep and riding me hard again and I close my legs around her, hers wrapped around my hips as we move together. And when we come it’s different, to how it can sometimes be with us. It’s quiet, understated, yet powerful in the extreme. We come together, our bodies moving in time and we hold each other, and we wait ‘til it’s over before anyone says anything; before anyone even smiles or breathes. We wait. And then we look at each other, and the atmosphere changes. The air’s filled with an electricity that crackles and burns and she kneels up and climbs off the bed, and I follow her as she backs up against the wall.

‘What you said about Mack,’ she asks, her fingers playing with her nipples, but her eyes, they don’t leave mine, ‘about you killing him, if he comes near me…’

‘I meant that,’ I whisper, cupping her cheek, my mouth almost touching hers now. ‘’Cause I don’t joke about ending a brother’s life.’

She breathes in deep, and her eyes still refuse to leave mine. ‘He won’t, come near me.’

‘Safest option, darlin’.’

And then she’s up in my arms with her crazy-long legs wrapped around me, and I pull her down onto my still-hard cock, Jesus, I don’t even know how I’m going again less than five minutes after shooting my shit inside her, but I am. I’m pounding into her and she’s crying out and clawing at my skin like a beautiful animal, and I don’t even know if she wants anything outta this other than to satisfy me, and that’s a fucking given. It’s just seconds before I’m pumping into her again, filling her up as those legs of hers grip me like a freakin’ vice. She’s squeezing any remaining cum outta me ‘til I can’t shoot no more. I’m fucking empty, man.

She stays wrapped around me for a few more seconds, and I thank the fucking Lord up there, whoever the fuck he is, for bringing this damaged, fucked-up girl into my world.

I need her.

She needs me.

I think we both get that now.

Izzi

I needed this, tonight. Confronting Kit, watching Cora at
Six,
being faced with the opportunity to thrust my fingers inside her; have her thrust
her
fingers inside
me
, that messed with my head. Until Cora I’d never even thought about kissing another woman let alone have one lick me out; bring me to orgasm with her tongue. And I never, ever thought I’d enjoy sucking on nipples or playing with pussy, but I did. I think I still do, I don’t know. But I know that when I brought myself off in the bathroom just now, I was thinking of Cora. I was remembering those times at
Laney’s
when we performed together, having sex for those brothers who got off on
us
getting off. I was remembering what her tongue felt like when she slipped it inside of me, when I came and she took it, kept her tongue inside and a finger in my ass as I shuddered and shook and gave everyone watching a show. I was remembering what she felt like when I kissed her for the first time; when I touched her and felt her come all over my fingers, felt her warm, soft pussy against my lips as I sucked her dry. That’s what I was thinking about, until Zeb touched me. And then I wanted
him.
Because I can’t have Cora. I can’t have anyone else.

I let go of him and lower myself to the floor, kissing him gently before I grab a shirt from the closet and cover my nakedness. And he watches as I head into the bathroom, but I don’t bother closing the door as I pee, why bother? He’s seen it all before. We’ve done more than just watch each other do this shit, so this isn’t something private anymore. In fact, it’d probably instigate more sex if both of us weren’t completely shattered now. I think we both need a rest before we go again, because we probably will. Later. We might even get some sleep first because it’s almost half past two in the morning now.

I wash my hands and go back into the bedroom. He’s sitting on the bed, dressed in just his jeans, checking his phone, and I crawl towards him, kneeling up in front of him.

‘You OK, baby?’

He looks up at me, his expression slightly puzzled. ‘Yeah. I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?’

I shrug, and I wonder if I should just leave it at that. After all, like I said before, I’m his old lady, but that still doesn’t give me a licence to ask too many questions. ‘I dunno. I just think… I think you’ve got something on your mind, that’s all. Something other than Mack Slayer.’

He puts his phone down and jerks his head back towards himself, holding out an arm and I turn around and slide between his legs, laying back against him as his arm circles my waist, resting on my stomach. ‘There ain’t nothing else on my mind, princess, all right?’

‘You sure? ‘Cause sometimes I look at you, and you seem miles away. Like you’re thinking about something.’