Chapter 32

THIRTY-TWO

GNAW

Xavier's deathwas quicker and less painful than I had anticipated, but I didn't want Kyle to hear me torture him. He did give me one more piece of information before I slit his throat, though.

He told me that it wasn't all Talon and Loner. The grandfather knew everything—if he says he doesn't, he's playing you.

This whole thing is too much. I don't know why Albert would give a fuck about what we're doing in Texas. His men are in Louisiana, and he's in Arizona. What's the point? There has to be something more, but I knew that Xavier wasn't going to have the information I needed.

Ending him wasn't the satisfaction that I craved. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I call one of the prospects and tell them to clean up the metal shop completely. When I walk out of the building, I don't say a word to Kyle. I take her hand and move straight for the clubhouse.

Without stopping, I head directly to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I don't even bother locking it. Releasing my grip on her, I let my arm fall to my side. She stops, and I turn to her, cupping her cheeks with my palms before I slam my mouth against hers in a hard, owning, bruising kiss.

She. Is. Mine.

Forever.

Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers and let out a sigh. I should probably check in with her and make sure she's okay with everything that's just happened, but I can't. I need to be inside of her.

I take my cut off and toss it gently on the top of the dresser behind me. Kyle reaches for the hem of my shirt and peels it off me, over my head, and tosses it to the floor. Then her lips are on my chest.

I suck in a breath as her tongue traces my tattoos. Her mouth moves down my chest to my stomach, tracing my muscles and tattoos as her knees touch the floor beneath her. Her hands reach for my belt buckle at the same time her head tips backward, and her eyes find mine.

"Baby," I moan.

I start to tell her that she doesn't have to do that, but I'm a fucking asshole, so I don't. She shoves my jeans down my thighs, along with my underwear, and releases me. Balling my hands into fists at my sides, I refrain from reaching out to her, from taking control. I'm pretty sure she needs this right now.

Her fingers wrap around my length, and she strokes me once, twice, three times before her lips touch the tip of my cock. Then her lips part, and she takes me inside of her perfect fucking mouth.

She sucks me, her eyes focused on mine, never leaving. I watch as she bobs her head up and down on my length. I could come in an instant. I could come down her throat, on her tits, all over her face. Fuck me. I want her… every part of her.

I'm not sure how long I can let her have control. I want to wrap my fist in her hair and fuck her mouth hard and fast, burying myself down her throat and watching her eyes water from the invasion.

Maybe that's fucked up, but it's what I am trying to keep from doing to her right now. Every time she moves, she takes more of me inside of her. Closing my eyes, I flex my hips with a moan.

Unable to control myself, I lift my hand, uncurling my fingers. I grip the back of her hair and fist the strands as I look into her eyes. "Hold still, Kyle. I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth now, yeah?"

She can't answer me, mainly because she's got a whole mouthful of cock. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch her for a moment. Unmoving, just staring into her beautiful fucking face.

"Baby," I rasp.

I grip her hair tighter as I move in and out of her, slipping deeper with each stroke. I want her to take all of me one day. I know it won't be today, but fuck me, it's going to be beautiful when it finally happens.

My back tingles, and my balls draw up just thinking about it. I'm going to come. I groan, trying not to choke her but also fucking loving the way she takes me. I wish I could stay right here for a fucking eternity.

Pulling out of her mouth with a groan, I release my grip on her hair and wrap my fingers around my cock and stroke myself until I come on her chest. Thankfully, her shirt is a V-neck because she's still fully clothed. I watch as Kyle lifts her hand to wipe the saliva from the corners of her mouth.

She stands, reaches for the hem of her shirt, and pulls it off over her head, tossing it somewhere to meet my own shirt. Unhooking her bra, she peels that down her arms and tosses it away as well. Then she does something that I don't expect.

She lifts her hand to her chest and smears my cum all over her skin. I feel my nostrils flare at the move. It's sexy as shit. I cannot believe she just did that. The woman who I thought was so shy, maybe she's not so much.

"Kyle," I groan as I reach out toward her, wrapping my arms around her and picking her up.

She circles her legs around my waist as I kick off my jeans. Then she touches her lips to mine, her tongue swirling around inside my mouth, tasting all of me in a single swoop. I walk straight forward until her back presses against the window, and I grunt as I shift my hips and fill her with my dick.

She rips her mouth from mine, her head thumping against the glass, and with that, I have to fuck her. It's hard and fast, my pelvis grinding against her clit with each stroke. I already came, so I can do this for a while.

And I do.

I'm not sure how long I fuck her, but when she comes around my cock, her pussy clenches and squeezes, milking the cum from my body as I fill her. Touching my forehead to hers, I let out a grunt.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight, Kyle. Not ever again."

KYLE

When Rider saidthat he was never letting me out of his sight again, he meant it. With his hand wrapped around mine, we walk into Sal's Bar together. Sal is standing in the middle of the bar, Dennis beside him, and all the girls and card dealers behind them.

The entire room erupts into applause. Sal rushes over to me, wrapping his arms around me in a big hug as he rocks me back and forth. I get a little seasick from the motion, but I just close my eyes and welcome it because I've never had a bear hug quite like this before, and it feels amazing.

He takes a step backward, his hands gripping my shoulders as he gives me a little shake. "We are so incredibly blessed to not only have our club back, but also Dennis and our Kyle. This could have had such a different outcome, and I am so happy that things have all worked out for the best."

Shifting my attention to Dennis, I give him a small smile. Rider told me that originally, he and the Dark Horse MC thought Dennis was possibly the one giving information to the Southern Mafia, that he was the one who gave them access to not only Sal but me, too.

Obviously, since learning about Loner, that wasn't the case. Rider also told me that they did extensive research on Dennis, and it seems as if he's a decently good guy who is just trying to pay his bills.

He's a lot like me in that regard.

Bren stays back slightly, and as Sal claps his hands and instructs everyone to get ready to open for the night, everyone else in the room disperses. Bren stays frozen, her eyes wide as she stares at me.

Rider moves from my side, and I'm sure he's not far from me, but that doesn't matter. Because right now, this is about me and Bren. She takes a hesitant step forward, then stops. I take one as well, but I take another and another. I don't stop.

I rush toward her and wrap my arms around her just like Sal did to me. And just like Sal, she rocks me back and forth.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers against my ear. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm okay," I say.

We separate, her gaze searches mine, and she shakes her head a couple of times and opens her mouth to speak, but I beat her to it.

"Bren, I'm okay. None of this was your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault but the assholes" who took me, and my ex"s."

Tears fill her eyes, and she nods, letting out a heavy breath. "I know, but I'm still so sorry that it happened. I hate it, all of it."

Giving her a grin, I shrug a shoulder. "I wasn't hurt at all, either time," I say.

She lifts her hand and wipes away the tears that have started rolling down her cheeks. "I just can't help it. I know I'm being a big crybaby, but I've been crying for days, seriously so worried about you all."

"What about Dennis?" I ask on a whisper.

This is the perfect timing if there was a perfect time to make it known that Dennis is and has been into Bren for God only knows how long.

"Dennis?" she asks. "Yeah, I was worried about him, too, but why are you saying it like that?"

I bite the corner of my lip as my gaze flicks to him moving around the back of the bar, then I swing my attention back to meet hers.

"You don't see it?" I ask.

She stares at me, blinking a few times, and then she lets out an exhale that seems as if it comes from deep within her belly.

"Dennis?" Bren asks. "And me?"

"He's into you," I state. She stares at me, her eyes wide and her lips parted. "He's into you, Bren."

She frowns, and her gaze flicks to her feet. "I'm a stripper, Kyle."

"And?"

"And I'm a stripper. No decent guy is going to want me, and Dennis is decent."

Her confidence is shot, and I hate that for her because I felt the exact same way before Rider came bursting into my life. He's given me something that I don't think I've ever had before. It's not just orgasms.

It's so much more.

I can't even describe it, but I know whatever it is… everyone deserves it, especially Bren.

"You aren't just some stripper, Bren. You're the kindest and brightest ray of sunshine I've ever met. You made me feel comfortable the instant I met you. You're special. You are the sun," I say.

Bren lifts her hand again, wiping more tears away. Then she lets out a shaky breath. "Dennis," she whispers.

I shrug a shoulder. "Give it a try. Maybe it'll be something. Maybe it won't. But you won't know unless you try."

I don't know if I said something wrong, but I want Bren to be happy. She deserves it, every single ounce of it. She leaves the bar and heads back toward the strip club part of the building, but stops before she disappears down the hall, and I watch as she shifts her attention toward Dennis. She watches him for a moment before she slips to the back to work.

Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at Rider, who has been watching me this entire time. He shakes his head once, laughing as he does.

"You're trouble, Kyle," he calls out.

Giving him a smirk, I shrug my shoulder. "You like it," I say.

He winks, then looks down at his phone. Rider stays in the same spot the entire shift. He doesn't take his gaze off me for more than a few seconds the whole evening. I know that my being in his view twenty-four seven is a trauma response, but it's still sexy as shit.

Seriously sexy.