Chapter 19

19

RIOT

I stare down at the cute stuffed toy, unable to believe what I'm seeing. My baby girl, my angel, my kitten bought me a breathing otter?

Could she get any more adorable?

"A breathing otter?"

I shoot my eyes back up to hers, and she's fidgeting worriedly, then she rushes to fill the silence. "I mean, it's silly. I just thought because of what you told me about your family, and the nightmares, and how you seem to like cuddles in bed that it could be like… I don't know… something you can hug and it breathes with you, like it has a heartbeat…"

Did she honestly just fall down from heaven?

"I love it." My voice is hoarse with want, with need. I need her. In fact, if I don't have her right now, I'm going to combust. "You did this for me?"

"Yeah, I mean, I don't expect you'd sleep with it. Like I say it seemed like a good idea at the ti?—"

I press a finger to her lips to quieten her. Then I pull the otter out of the packaging and press its stomach. It's brown, with blue ears and paws and a cute tail. The otter's stomach lights up and starts to breathe . Holy shit. In and out. It's adorable, like my kitten.

I can see by her stance; her arms folded, her weight shifting from side to side and her cheeks slightly flushed, that she thinks she's done the wrong thing. That I won't like it.

She's wrong.

She's adorable. A queen, and I'm going to remind her just how much.

"This is…" I trail off, unable to form words. My throat thickens and it feels like I've swallowed cotton wool. "This is perfect, Kitten. Absolutely what I need."

Her eyes light up. "Really? Do you mean that?"

I nod, looking down at it again. "It's the best present I've ever gotten."

"Better than the fleshlight?"

I snicker. "I brought that home with me, and yeah, better than that."

"You brought the male masturbator home?"

"Sure, that way I can show you exactly what I did to myself the night I got it when I pictured you."

"You already put on a pretty good show the last time," she giggles, referring to me using my hand in front of her. "But that would be hot."

I cut her off, hungrily pressing my mouth against hers. I'm hungry for her. I walk her back to the couch and when her legs hit the back, I shove her lightly so she lands on the soft, plush cushions.

I unbuckle my belt as her eyes go wide. "I need to be inside this pussy, Kitten. I can't wait, not after this."

Her lips part. "Oh."

I unzip, shoving my jeans down as I tug on my cock. Her eyes drop to my very erect, very hard missile between my legs and she licks her lips.

I get down on my knees and push her skirt up, spreading her legs as her breathing hitches. Oh, she likes it. Well, there ain't gonna be any spanking anytime soon, because my angel is a gift sent down from heaven, and I've no idea what I did to deserve her.

"First I'm gonna eat this pussy."

"Oh," she mewls as I press a thumb against her clit through her panties.

"Then I'm gonna shove this cock into you until you don't even remember your own name."

"Yes," she hisses when I pull her panties aside and drop my gaze between her legs.

"So wet for me already."

"I've been like this all day," she confesses. "I've been thinking about you all day long and what we'd do when I got home."

Home. I like that.

"Yeah?" I thumb her clit, still hanging onto my breathing otter in one hand. Fuckin' perfect, beautiful creature that she is buying me shit. I love it. "Been thinkin' about my cock and what I wanna do to you, babe?"

"Every second of the day."

I grin, lowering my head as I blow on her sensitive flesh and she cries out. I lick her perfect little bud, groaning when the taste hits my mouth. Goddamn, she's perfect. So fuckin' perfect. I swirl my tongue over her clit and she moves her hands to my hair, her legs spreading wider. I wish I had time to undo her blouse and lap on those glorious tits. In fact… "Get your tits out, Kitten. Daddy wants to see what's his."

She fumbles as I lick her slit, sucking on each labia as she mewls and bucks, her fingers slipping from her blouse buttons as I watch. I'm tempted to rip the damn buttons off, but sensing this may be an expensive blouse, I keep my hands spreading her legs apart and I set the otter next to her knee on the couch.

Her lace bra comes into view as I slide my middle finger into her wet cunt. Her eyes find mine and I give her nod. "Tits out."

She pulls the lace cups down, her giant breasts popping out as my dick grows in length just seeing the sight of them. I'm a lucky man, that's all I can say. I move my mouth back to her pussy as she cups her tits together, squeezing them as I watch. "Play with them, babe, show me what my mouth does to you."

"Feels so good," she moans, plucking at her nipples. I remember my cum smeared all over them only yesterday, and the idea that I could do that all over again makes me want to start rubbing my dick between them, coming all over her face. But I know that won't satisfy me, not right this second, anyway.

I keep fingering her, my tongue back on her clit as she groans and tries to close her legs, but I don't let her. Getting me a fuckin' breathing otter? This woman is gonna be up to her eyeballs in orgasms by the time I'm done. She pants, her moans getting louder, and then she's falling over the edge as my tongue works double time, riding out her pleasure.

I move my hand down to my dick, squeezing it as I watch her glorious tits jiggling. She's still plucking at them. I insert another finger, then move up so one knee is bent on the couch and I suck her nipple into my mouth. She holds her tits there as I suckle and get my fill, cupping her tit at my mouth so she can't go anywhere. I need her to photograph me like this, showing me how I look when I'm sucking on them. I imagine how much bigger they'd get if she were pregnant with my kid, and I feel cum in my palm as I try not to lose it.

Yeah, my kitten pregnant with my baby is something new and unexpected, but I'm rolling with it. All that talk earlier had me hard, and the fact she also wants kids makes me rock hard.

"Gonna come just watching you play with these." I kiss all around her nipple, her bud red and so damn hard. I move my mouth to the other, my fingers curling inside her as she tries to meet my thrusts. "I need you, Kitten. You've no idea how much I need you."

"I need you too," she cries. "I'm coming, Myles. I'm… I'm coming!" She throws her head back and I ride her through it, sucking harder on that perfect pink bud, my fingers moving in and out at the right pace to make her lose control.

When she's panting hard, I slide onto the couch. Careful to not knock my otter off, I set him on the armrest. "Sit on me," I demand. "Sit on my dick, babe. Bounce that pretty pussy up and down on me.

She slides up, rolling her tight skirt all the way up to her hips as she rips off her panties. I groan at the sight. She mounts me, holds my leaking dick and then slides down, taking all of me. The sensation is so good, so raw, so fuckin' unbelievable, I have to close my eyes and count to ten so I don't explode in record time.

"So tight," she whispers. "Your dick is so big inside me, Myles."

"That's because you turn me on."

She leans forward, her tits right in my face as I bring my hand around and slap one lightly. My baby doesn't like pain, but I know she does like a light tap.

"Oh, Myles."

I slap the other one, it jiggles to the side and I cup them both, fondling them as she stays seated on top of me. I suckle one nipple, then the other, working between two perfect peaks as my girl uses my shoulders as leverage and starts to move back and forth. "Use me," I grunt. "Use my dick to get yourself off, babe. Come again, on my cock this time, watch me suckin' these perfect big tits, wishin' this could never end."

"Myles! " she cries. "Right there, oh, God…" She rides herself to another orgasm and I'm at my limit. I let go of her breasts and move my hands to her hips. I bounce her up and down, slamming her down on my dick as she moans incoherently. The sight of her like that; her face flushed, her hair a mess, her tits hanging out of an open blouse while she's still fully dressed — it's too much. I start to spurt, my cum releasing in hot waves as I cry out her name. I hold myself still as she moans, getting her fill of me, her tits pushed right into my face as I empty myself.

"Kitten," I murmur. She flops down into my arms. "Everythin' you do sends me into oblivion."

"It was an otter," she breathes.

"It's damn cute." We both glance at the stuffed toy, still breathing up and down with his little light on.

"So, it's not stupid?"

"Not even one percent. The fact you thought about me when you bought it."

"I just thought it might help soothe you when I'm not around."

"Where you goin'?"

She smirks. "Nowhere, but there may be times when we can't sleep together."

I screw up my face. "I hope that isn't anytime soon."

She shakes her head. "I should clean up."

"Yeah, we made a mess."

She presses her lips against mine. "I love that we found each other."

I pull her closer, unable to let her go right now. "So do I."

After stopping off at Halo's apartment, she packs a few things into an overnight bag, as well as a ton of cosmetics, and four bags later, we're heading out to my truck.

I love how she packed some fluffy pajamas. I mean, I won't say no to her wearing a fancy negligee too, or nothing at all, but I want her to be comfortable. The fact she likes my house, and the neighborhood, and we both seem to want the same things has my head in a spin.

It can't be this easy. I get her family life is fucked up, but they don't even have to be part of this if they won't accept Halo's choices. I'm open either way. I feel bad for her that her own parents pretty much disowned her and that's why she moved. Now that asshole, one that I took care of this morning in the parking garage, is living in the same building. Over my dead body. Just as I'm thinking about how good it felt roughing him up, he steps out of a car in the parking garage a few doors up and Halo stops and stares.

Of course, he's beat up. I swipe a hand over my face, trying to hide my smile. He's lucky I didn't break both his arms just for touching her. I snagged the one that did grip her; next time it'll be every bone in his damn body. I did learn some skills in my time at the state pen, and I don't mind honing in on those skills where he's concerned.

"Ian?" Halo gasps. A nurse is helping him out of the car as his shoulder is in a sling and there's tape across his nose from where I broke it. He looks like shit. "Oh my God, what happened?"

His eyes shift over to me as I casually lean against my truck. I give him a finger wave, grinning like Christmas came early. I have no doubt he knows it was me, but proving it would be difficult since I didn't speak, nor did I show him my face. Some may say that's a cowardly act, but I know weasels like him, and they're slippery. Anything to get me locked back up so he can move in on my girl. Yeah, that's not happening.

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend over there?"

She turns to me, clearly upset, then turns back to him. "Riot?"

"Oh, is that his name?" He cackles. "Figures. I got mugged this morning…"

"And straight away you think it was him?"

"I saw the way he looked at me," Ian snarls. "And when I get the evidence I need, I'll put him away like the piece of shi–"

"Careful," I warn. "Don't wanna go mixin' our metaphors now, do we? Looks like you have a pretty bad broken arm there, bud, probably don't wanna go puttin' any weight on it for a while."

"Don't pretend you don't know anything about this," he hisses.

I shrug. "I don't. Pity about the nose. Think it'll mend back to the way it was?"

"Fuck you!"

He limps across the lot and I can't help but laugh.

As we climb in the car, Halo turns to look at me. "Did you do it?"

I choose my next words very carefully. "Halo. When another man puts his hands on you and it's wanted, that's one thing, but when a man puts his hands on you and you don't want it, that's completely another. He's lucky I left him breathin'."

"You beat him up?"

I shrug. "I told him I'd be seein' him later."

"When did you?—"

"This mornin', when I got back from Tag's."

She takes a long intake of breath. "You didn't have to do that."

"Yes. I did. He knows now, and if he thinks he can mess with me or the NOLA Rebels MC, then he's got another thing comin'. Sometimes, Kitten, it's the only language these assholes understand."

She looks down at her hands. "That's really violent, Riot."

Panic hits me in the chest.

Monster.

She'll see you as a monster.

"I… in truth I didn't think we'd see him again," I say.

"So I'd never know?"

"I'm pretty sure he would've told your parents."

Like clockwork, her phone rings and she checks the screen. "I don't believe it."

"Your parents?"

"Yes."

"So answer it."

"Later." She clicks the phone off.

"You can't avoid them forever, babe. They need to know what's goin' on, and that I'm your man."

She tilts her body toward me. "From now on, please don't go beating people up in my honor, okay?"

"Babe, I'm in an MC, I don't need your permi?—"

"I'm not done yet," she snaps. I grin. Oh, I like this sassy side of her. "Violence doesn't solve everything, Riot. He may be a douchebag as well as annoying, but you broke his nose, and his arm?"

I shrug. "So what? He could've hurt you, then what?"

"I can handle him."

"No, babe, you can't. He's a lot stronger than you and I know men like him. He got a warnin', and if there is a next time, I'll come and ask you if it's okay if I kick someone's ass, okay? Just don't tell the brothers, they'll give me shit."

She whacks me on the chest. "Riot, this isn't funny."

"I think it is. He looks like a raccoon."

Her lips twitch, but she doubles down. "Violence isn't always the answer."

Panic rises in me again. "Sometimes that's all I know, but know this; I would never, ever hurt you. I'd never lay a finger on you. I've never hit a woman and I never would."

She nods. "I believe you, dummy. I just mean, let's not beat up every guy in my building just for talking to me."

"You're playin' it off a little too cool," I say. "He wasn't just talkin' to you, he's got an apartment here to woo you back. That's the only reason Ian is living here and we bothknow it."

She cups one side of my face. "I'm not interested in him, or anyone else. You're the one I'm falling in love with."

My heart hitches in my chest. "You mean that?"

She huffs and I grin. "Yes, I mean it. We already know what we mean to each other, but it's time to be brutally honest, and we can't go around doing major things like this without discussing it first."

"Deal."

She blinks. "Deal?"

"Yeah, you got it. Should we go eat now?"

She shakes her head. "You're not one bit sorry, are you?"

I plant a chaste kiss on her lips. "Nope. I'm not, babe. I'll never be sorry to a piece of shit like him for as long as I live. He thinks he can have what's mine, and he's sadly mistaken. He had his shot, and he blew it. You don't want him; your parents want him. And I took care of it man to man."

"You're impossible."

"No, I'm lookin' out for you, that's my job."

"Please don't beat up anyone else, okay?" Her eyes plead.

My face softens. "I don't ever want you to see me as a person who can't control it," I say. "I can, and I have for years. But like I said, if someone tries to blatantly take somethin' from me, then they better be prepared to lose somethin' themselves, got me?"

It's like music to my ears when she says, "I don't want him. I'll never want him. You've no reason to be jealous, Riot. If he were the last man on the planet, I'd run the other way. I'd be single for the rest of my life rather than be with a snake like that."

I press a kiss to her lips once more. "Good, glad to hear it. Now what would you like for dinner?" I start the engine.

"This conversation isn't over."

I laugh. "Really? And why's that?"

"Because I'm mad at you."

"Are we havin' our first fight?"

She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, drawing my attention to her chest.

"No, we're discussing something and you're pretending it's not happening."

"Save that anger for the bedroom, babe. You can take it out on me there."

"Still not funny." She huffs. "I think I should've got myself a whip, not a breathing otter."

I laugh out loud. "You're gonna make one fine ol' lady."