Kenzie

 

Kenzie hadn’t expected much from a biker’s house, but she was surprised when he pulled into a nice place on the other side of town. Instead of some shabby apartment or a big clubhouse where all the bikers lived together, he had a gorgeous two-story in a nice neighborhood. She thought she might have caught a hint of landscaping in the front yard, but it was difficult to tell in the dark.

 

Xavier held out a hand to help her off the bike and led the way into the kitchen. The cabinets were stained a dark cherry and topped with granite. While it wasn’t the massive industrial kitchen she had at home, Kenzie recognized quality when she saw it. She ran a finger against the edge of the gray granite, enjoying the smoothness under her skin. “This is a nice place.”

 

“You sound surprised.” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

 

Xavier had her there. “Sorry. I guess I just figured with the old bike and the tattoos that you’d have something a little more …” She searched for the right words. “Lower-class” wasn’t quite right, or even “fixer-upper.”

 

But he saved her with a laugh. “It’s okay. I understand. This was actually the worst house in the neighborhood when I bought it, but I had liked the place since I was a kid. It’s got a great backyard, and I used to ride by on my bicycle and hope I would have enough money to buy it someday. I didn’t see back then that it was a little rough around the edges, but I’ve managed to take care of most of that.”

 

Eyeing the hardwood floor and the custom trim, Kenzie nodded. “I see. Who’s your contractor?” She was used to workmen coming in and out of her house all the time to remodel a room or switch out the appliances and furniture. It was the same house she had grown up in, but it was constantly evolving. Her father liked to spend his money any way he could.

 

Xavier gestured with one hand toward himself. “I’m a firm believer that if you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself.”

 

She blinked at him, glanced at her surroundings once more, and then returned her gaze to the handsome man who had claimed to do all this by himself. “Seriously?”

 

He shrugged. “A few of the guys helped me carry materials in, but other than that, yeah. It’s taken some time, but I enjoy it.” He held out his hand, palm up, to show her the callouses that had been left by his hard work. “I can promise you those aren’t just from the handlebars of my bike.”

 

Unable to help herself, Kenzie reached out and touched his palm with the tip of her finger. It was rough and strong, rugged and enticing. Sparks of admiration jolted through her own palms, and her lungs were suddenly capable of holding far less air. “That’s impressive.”

 

“What do you like to drink?” he asked softly, not stopping her from touching him. “I’ve probably got just about anything you could ask for.”

 

She pulled her hand back and looked up at him, suddenly realizing what she was doing. Kenzie just needed to flirt enough that she could get him into bed, not worship him like a god just because he knew how to swing a hammer. She glanced at his hair and asked, “Know how to make a red rooster?”

 

He laughed, an easy sound that made her smile wider. “You’re damn right I do.” He set a shaker on the counter, filled it with ice, and tossed in the vodka, cranberry juice, and orange juice like a pro.

 

“You didn’t even have to measure,” she commented when she took her first sip. “Are bartending duties part of your job with the club?”

 

The biker poured the remaining contents of the shaker in a glass for himself. “Not officially, but I dabble. Making a drink for someone who does it professionally is pretty risky. Do I pass?”

 

“Absolutely.” She set the drink down on the counter, and their eyes met. The light was much brighter in here than it had been in the bar. More than once, she had seen the lights come on and reveal the truth about people, from the circles under their eyes to the smoking lines around their mouths. With Xavier, he was only more beautiful. With his red hair, arched eyebrows, and that little twitch of his lip, he looked devilishly handsome.

 

They moved toward each other as if magnetized, their bodies pulling together in an animal attraction that neither one of them could resist. His lips were on hers, his hands tangling in her hair, and Kenzie felt more alive than she had in a decade. All thoughts of her college career, her future, and her father flew off into the night as though they had never mattered. There was only her body and Xavier’s, and she only existed where he touched her.

 

“I can’t tell you how hard it was to watch you back at the bar,” he whispered as he trailed kisses down her neck, his left hand drifting down to her lower back. He pulled her harder against him, so she could feel his need. “You’re so beautiful, and you had all those other men watching you. I wanted you all for myself.”

 

She arched her body toward him, encouraging him to continue as his lips moved down to explore her cleavage. Kenzie curled her fingers in his hair. It surprisingly soft for a man who was hard everywhere else. “What would you have done to them if they had tried to take me home?” It was a loaded question, but she wanted desperately to hear the answer.

 

“You don’t want to know.” Xavier had her up against the fridge now, his fingers reaching under her shirt and deftly springing open the back of her bra.

 

“Yes, I do.” She tipped her head back and gasped as he held each of her breasts in his hands, and it was her own hands that whisked her shirt off to give him all the access he needed.

 

“I’d have beat them to a bloody pulp,” he growled as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. When it was hard, he moved to the next one. “Or killed them. Whatever I had to do to make sure you came home with me.”

 

Her core tightened at his words. She needed to feel wanted, and Xavier certainly knew how to do that. Kenzie grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor. She grew wet as she took in the firm muscles of his shoulders, the smooth planes of his chest, and the carved shape of his abs. The wings from the eagle on his back wrapped around his biceps, mingling with several other tattoos she was too busy to study. Auburn hairs that matched the ones on his head made a tantalizing trail down into the waistband of his band. “God, I want you.”

 

She hadn’t even realized she’d said the words out loud until he roared his agreement and scooped her arms underneath her ass. Instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, Kenzie paid no attention to the house around her as he flew through it and carried her up the stairs; she was too focused on the sex god who held her in his possession.

 

As soon as he set her down on the bed, Kenzie worked frantically at his belt buckle. The trail she had noticed on his abdomen didn’t disappoint her. His package was big and hard, and she thought she might come just looking at it.

 

Xavier, though, wasn’t about to let her try. He ran his fingertips down the curve of her buttock as he stripped her shorts and panties from her and flung them aside, and he pushed her up toward the pillows as he climbed on top of her. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you so badly that I can’t wait another second longer.”

 

Kenzie rolled out from underneath him, her chest heaving with excitement. “I want you, too, but I want to do something else first.” She turned around and straddled his face, plunging his dick into her mouth.

 

He groaned and his hands gripped her waist as he slid his tongue down her sex. “Goddamn. I had no idea you were so dirty.”

 

The word sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She pulled her mouth off of him with a wet pop. “I’m usually not,” she breathed as she dove back down on him again. But she wanted so much more than just a quick fuck, and she was going to give him just as much as she got back. Kenzie concentrated on her work, sucking in hard as she pulled out and then sinking him all the way to the back of her throat. She flicked her tongue down his member, eliciting more groans of passion from him that translated to pleasant vibrations as he worked at her velvet folds. He grabbed each of her cheeks in his hands, digging into the flesh as he at her like a ripe peach. Her entire body buzzed, her veins filled with dizzy bees as she came closer to the edge. One last flick of his tongue and he pushed her right over.

 

Her body convulsed, her legs tightening and her hips thrusting her slit against his mouth. Xavier lapped up her nectar, which only made her come again. Her orgasm took over her entire body so that she could no longer perform her half of the job as she screamed her satisfaction.

 

Xavier’s strong arms swiveled her around and tossed her onto the mattress so that he was on top of her once again. “Now it’s my turn.” He plunged inside her, his wet cock filling her. She ground against him as he thrust, selfishly eager for more of what he had already given her twice. Kenzie dug her nails into his back as her body shivered for the third time. She felt every contour of him as she undulated around him, and his member responded with contractions of its own. They held each other, their bodies tight and slamming together. He roared as he filled her, and they collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs.