Page 57 of Wizard's Spitfire
Dim lights softly illuminate the room as I carry her to the vanity counter. I set her on the cold marble kissing her passionately. While my nimble fingers work to loosen the laces of her corset.
“In a private bathroom. Brothers and ol’ ladies only,” I say with a smirk lowering her corset enough to expose her nipples. They’re already standing at attention begging to be sucked. I lower my head twirling the hardened nipple with my tongue before moving to the next one.
I cup both her breasts in my hands pushing them together and taking both nipples into my mouth. I release them with a pop. She moans when the cold air hits her nipples.
“I want to fuck these amazing tits sometime.”
“Yes,” she says.
Fuck! I didn’t think my cock could get any harder. I’m wrong. So very wrong. It’s pressing painfully against my zipper ready to burst out of my pants. I ignore the rude fuck and continue to suck on my woman’s breasts. When I feel her getting closer, I release her breast and undo the button and zipper of her denim shorts. Shorts that have had me hard all damn night.
I slide my hand down the front of her shorts and panties, stopping to pinch her clit before plunging two fingers deep inside her slick heat. Charlie cries out bucking her hips against my hand to get more friction. I press the heel of my other hand into her swollen clit, grinding it in circles. Her body starts to quiver. I bend down and bite the hollow of her throat. She screams my name and rides my hand. Her walls strangle my fingers convulsing against them.
Charlie pulls my head to her kissing me savagely. When she pulls away. We’re both breathing ragged.
“That was fucking amazing,” she says in between pants.
I smile as I button and zip her shorts.
“How about I take you upstairs and see how many orgasms you have before we pass out?”
“Lead the way.”
Chapter 39
Charlie
I’m deliciously sore from last night's lovemaking. I had a text waiting from Ma. It was a list of items for dinner. Wizard is still passed out. I slip out of bed, take a quick shower, dress, and leave him a note before slipping out. I’d slip into the club’s bodega, but I don’t know if they carry specialty Italian ingredients and Ma and Pops are PICKY when it comes to ingredients.
My new SUV is still at the guest house, so I grab a set of keys from the club’s garage and head to the store in a new Jeep Wrangler.Maybe I’ll get ducked!It’s before six on a Sunday morning in one of the biggest party cities in the world. The streets are nearly deserted as I make my way to the closest Italian market.
I realize a few blocks away I have a tail as I spot two motorcycles. Fuck! I forgot to take an escort with me. I mean, the guy at the gate waved me through. I dial 9-1-1 but don’t hit send. I don’t have anything to report at the moment. I continue toward my destination, looking in the rearview as often as possible. It’s a red light. I realize it’s two of the Kings’ prospects behind me. I sag with relief.
They park one on either side of me. After I get out, I wait for them.
“I’m sorry guys, I’m not used to needing an escort.”
“No worries. We were on duty and saw you pulling out of the garage. You didn’t drive like you were trying to lose us,” Mayhem says.
“So, we figured you forgot,” Havoc finishes.
“What’s for dinner?” Mayhem asks.
“I’m not sure what Ma and Pops are making. For once, I’m not cooking. There’ll be gravy. There’s always gravy.”
“White stuff gravy or sauce?” Havoc asks.
I mock gasp. “Sauce is a bad word when it comes to red tomatoey goodness. It’s called gravy, not to be confused with the white stuff.”
“Good to know. Can you teach us to make some Italian food?” Mayhem asks.
“I can. Come shopping with me. I’ll show you where to get traditional Italian ingredients.”
They follow me inside. I start in the produce aisle, showing them how to pick the freshest ingredients. Next is the butcher and seafood department. According to the reviews, their fish is fresh daily. I send the prospects down different aisles to get a few ingredients while I wait my turn in line. I’m next.
“I see you’re still slumming it with biker scum,” a sneering voice behind me says.
I turn to see Tyler Barnes. The person in front of me finishes and the employee behind the counter calls next. I ignore Teddy and start my order.