Chapter Five

Torch

Kyla was torturing me, and the worst part was she wasn’t even doing it on purpose. I wanted to fuck her, of course I did. But she was Ethan’s kid and that just felt wrong, no matter how much my cock begged to slip inside her. And the fact she didn’t pout because I wouldn’t fuck her the other day, only made me want her more. But now she met me with nothing but a polite façade as she spent all day by the pool. Reading. Swimming. Lounging.

The worst thing of all was she’d taken to wearing nothing but her seemingly never ending supply of bikinis. And nothing else. She came down to breakfast wearing it and as far as I could tell, she didn’t change until she went upstairs for bed. Damn, those curves fucked with my head. Big round tits, at least a D cup, a slim waist and long, shapely legs perched upon a round ass that was such a thing of beauty it could bring a man to his knees. Make him beg. Today she wore a green bikini that was little more than three triangles held together by tiny ass strings. I wondered what color nipples that green fabric hid from me. Pink, probably. Not like a strawberry but maybe dusty like a rose.

I should just take her out. Maybe to Black Betty’s just to shut her up, but Mick had called last night to tell me there were a few unknown faces in town and advised me to lie low for another day or so. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I roared when I stepped outside to find that green top on the chair beside her.

With all the innocence of a nun, she lifted her sunglasses and blinked. “When else will I get a chance to tan without having lines?”

I didn’t hear one damn word she said because my mouth watered at the sight of those big pretty tits, shaped like teardrops with pink—dusty pink, thank you very much—nipples, hard and ripe for my mouth. “Put some damn clothes on!”

“No,” she answered with pure calm, sliding her shades back over her eyes and leaning back once again like I wasn’t standing right there.

“Then I’ll see you when I get back,” I said without thinking about it.

She jumped up to her feet, making those beautiful tits bounce hypnotically. “Where are you going?”

I shrugged and didn’t even bother to hide my open gaze at her tits. “Felt like some fried chicken at Black Betty’s and thought maybe you wanted to come. But if you want to sunbathe fine, I’ll have one of the guys drop it off later.” Her hand went to my arm and squeezed. I flexed my fingers to avoid reaching out to her.

Kyla’s smile lit up her face. Hell, that smile was the only thing that could tear my gaze from the rest of her. She pushed in close so those naked tits brushed against my chest and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to my cheek. “Thank you, Torch.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I bit out.

She giggled and searched my face. “I think the words you’re looking for are you’re welcome.” She pressed in again, this time I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, and I wanted to grab them and taste them. Fuck them. Her lips pressed against mine, slow and sensuous even though no tongue was involved. I was rock hard when she pulled back, growing harder as I watched the sway of her plump ass while she walked away.

“Fucking trouble,” I mumbled but couldn’t hide my smile. Kyla Darlington was nothing but trouble, but damn she was exactly my kind of trouble. By the time we were seated in a back booth inside Black Betty’s, I had my body under control. Mostly. But Kyla was doing nothing to keep my mind off the things I wanted to do to her body in a tiny ass denim skirt and a light blue t-shirt that showed off those beaded little nipples. “What do you want?”

“I feel like something substantial, maybe meatloaf and mashed potatoes. You’ll let me have a bite of your fried chicken, right?”

I grinned and shook my head. “Absolutely not.” Her gaze turned to the menu while I looked over her shoulder at the unfamiliar face lurking just outside the diner. He smelled like trouble even from here. “Be right back. Stay here.” She nodded without argument, and I should’ve been surprised, but Kyla was smarter than people gave her credit for.

I leaned against the brick façade in front of Black Betty’s and pulled a cigarette from behind my ear. I hated the fucking things, but in times like these they were the perfect prop. The guy with a close cropped brown hair and a fucking earring approached me. “What’s up?”

“You know Kyla Darlington?”

Dumbass. “Yeah. I do. What do you want with her?”

He blinked. “She your piece?” I said nothing. “We went to school together, and I’m passing through and thought I’d stop by to say hello.”

“Really?” He nodded, doing his best to look like an eager college kid, but everything about this greasy asshole said tweaker. “I’ll call her and tell her you’re looking for her. What’s your name?” He didn’t like my question, and I saw it in that flash of rage in his eyes. I wanted him to pull it. Hell with all the sexual tension building up inside of me, I wanted to p0pound this motherfucker into next week and kick his ass all over again when I got there.

He flicked his cigarette against this building, still burning. “Do you know her or not, asshole?”

“Oh, I know her. The question is, do you?”

He got in my face, brave considering I was a good seven inches taller than him and with at least thirty more pounds of muscle. “Don’t make me hurt you, old man.”

I barked out a laugh. “You can try, but you better make it good.”

Surprise flickered in his gaze and then challenge. Dumb shit projected that fucking right hook from a mile away, making it easy to sidestep and bring my fist down across the side of his face with a satisfying crunch. He grunted, and I grinned. “Bastard.”

Oh now I was good and warmed up. I wasn’t the club enforcer by accident. Pounding dickheads like this with my fists was my jam. “Come on, tough guy, we ain’t done yet.” I flashed a smile and suddenly he looked real fucking worried. Good. He threw another punch that grazed my cheekbone, leaving his face—and more importantly, his nose—wide open. Another direct hit and blood started spewing from his nose, dripping on me when I hit him again right in the ribs. The chin and then smashing my fist against his ear, he fell to the ground with a grunt. “Had enough, asshole?”

The fucker got to his knees and rushed me. Fucking crackhead strength. My back hit the front of Black Betty’s with a thud, but my fists pounded his back and kidneys, hammer-fist style. He started to gas out, but my fists pummeled him until he gave out and fell to the ground. “Shit,” he said and spit out a mouthful of blood. “Motherfucker!”

I knelt beside him. “Who sent you?”

He smiled a bloody grin my way. “Doesn’t matter. I ain’t the only one, and it’s fifty grand for her dead body. Seventy-five if we make it hurt.”

“Asshole,” I grunted and rammed my boot against his grinning fucking head. I sucked in a few deep breaths and turned, finding Kyla, Talon, and Mick looking on, all armed with something to jump to my defense if needed. “Aw, my squad.”

Kyla whispered something to Talon and made her way to where I stood, and I prepared myself for a lecture about fighting. “Are you okay?” Worried green eyes took in my face, caressed my head in search of a bump.

She was worried. I tried, unsuccessfully, not to grin. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine, but you should probably stay inside until I come for you, then we’ll talk.”

She nodded and caressed my face gently. “Yeah, okay.” She turned and went back inside without a word, which fucking surprised the hell out of me. Mick and Ethan approached as I pulled a joint from my cigarette box and lit it and waited for the inquisition. Surprisingly it didn’t come. Ethan asked for details and twenty minutes later took the tweaker away in his cruiser.

I was ready to get home. Get drunk. And if I was lucky, maybe even get laid.

***

As soon as we got inside the house and I armed the security system, Kyla shoved the Black Betty’s bags at me and disappeared upstairs. I figured she was upset about seeing me fight since she was quiet on the drive home, but damn, I was happy she’d still placed our orders because I was starving. As I pulled containers from the two bags I realized she’d gotten more than our lunch, she’d gotten a feast of fried chicken, meatloaf, mashed potatoes, cole slaw, biscuits and mac & cheese. “Hot and smart,” I groaned as I bit into a steaming biscuit.

“Well, thank you,” she smiled as she entered the kitchen, carrying a bunch of shit with her I didn’t need. “Have a seat and then we can eat. I’m starved.”

I frowned and took a step back. “What? Why?” Her gaze landed on my bloody, swollen knuckles. “It’s fine, Kyla.”

“It’s not fine, damn you! You did that because of me, and I’m going to patch you up, so just sit there and don’t argue. Sit,” she said, putting a hand to my shoulder in attempt to push me down into the chair.

I sat and she started flitting around the kitchen, filling up a metal basin before laying out antibiotic cream and bandages. “My own little sexy Nightingale?”

She arched a brow my way. “If it’ll get you to sit still for me, then sure. You can even cop a feel.”

I dropped down in the chair so fast I practically tipped it over. “You should’ve led with that, sweetheart.” Her expression was serious as she carefully rinsed my knuckles and dried them. Delicate hands rubbed cream into my knuckles, and she sprayed some smelly shit on them. “Shit, what the hell is that?”

“It’s a liquid bandage,” she said, blowing gently on my sore knuckles.

It was kind of nice the way she wanted to look after me. Hell, no one had done that since Cherie, and she was nothing more than a kid and I’d been a father figure to her. “Uh, thanks.”

“No, Torch, thank you.” She held my hand and pressed a kiss to the center of my palm. Then the other. “That’s a pretty impressive punch you pack.”

I chuckled, wondering what in the hell she was up to. “Thanks, sugar. And thanks for the hearty meal.”

She smiled and packed everything away before disappearing out of the kitchen. I stood and grabbed a plate and silverware, ignoring the growling in my stomach, because there was something else I wanted even more than I wanted the delicious food on the table. The way she kissed my hands, like I was something special, affected me in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely. So I loaded up a thigh and two drumsticks and sat down to eat. “Damn,” I groaned and sat back.

“Enjoying the food?”

“Hell…yeah.” I opened my eyes and groaned. Kyla stood in the middle of my fucking kitchen bare assed naked in nothing but those damn shoes she called espadrilles. Whatever the fuck that was. “Kyla.”

“Torch, I want you and I think you want me too. So, take me to bed.” She took a step closer. “Or on the table.” She turned and leaned against the island counter. “Or right here on the counter.”

I pushed the chair back and this time it toppled over, but I didn’t give a damn. I had a different hunger that needed to be satisfied, and I pulled her into my arms, grabbing her ass and kissing her until she was breathless and practically trying to climb my body. Damn, she felt good, so curvy and warm and willing. I pulled back and looked into dazed green eyes. “You sure about this, Kyla?”

“I’ve been sure for days, Torch.” Her fingers ran through my beard and then down around my shoulders to squeeze my ass. “I’m more than sure.”

That was all I needed to hear. I took her mouth again, letting our tongues dance erotically while my hands roamed her delectable body. God, she tasted so delicious, like honey and strawberries. And sex. “Kyla,” I groaned and lifted her on the counter so she was spread out for me. “Fuck, you are one gorgeous woman.”

“Thanks,” she said, body trembling at my every touch. “But I think you’re a little overdressed.” She reached for me, but I stepped back. “Torch.”

“Not yet, darlin’, first I need to touch you. Taste you.”

She grinned. “I won’t object.”

“Good,” I told her and gave her ankle a pull until her legs were spread before me, knees hooked over my shoulders. “So pretty and pink, and wet.”

“Just for you.”

Yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear as I dipped a finger into her wet pussy, making her moan so erotically my dick began to strain against my zipper. “Fuck you’re so wet, Kyla.”

“That’s all you, Torch.”

“Fuck,” I groaned and buried my face between her legs, lapping at her juices and sucking her clit into my mouth. Like a spicy honey, she coated my tongue and mouth as she made the sexiest sounds I had ever heard.

“Torch, yes! Fuck yeah!” She gripped my head and ground against me, shoving her hot cunt in my mouth, screaming my name as I pulled that pulsing clit between my lips and sucked. Hard. “Oh yeah!”

She came apart, flooding my mouth with her juices, and I lapped it up like it was my favorite fucking dessert. “Damn, sweetheart, you’re a quick draw.”

She laughed, shivering as I slid two fingers deep inside her. “Maybe you’re just talented.” She reached for me and this time I let her and she sat up, quickly removing my clothes and fisting me in her hand. “Holy fuck, you are one fine specimen of a man.”

I chuckled. “As much as I’d love a blowjob from those plump lips, right now I need to bury myself deep inside of you.”

She moaned and stroked my cock. “Sounds good to me.”

Fuck, her hands felt so good on my cock, but I needed to lay her out, explore her body, and I couldn’t do it here. “Come on,” I told her and scooped her in my arms. Running up the stairs, I dropped her on my bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her so hard and raw and hungry she pulled back, gasping for air.

“Please, Torch. Please.”

I smiled. “Damn, I love the sound of you begging.”

“Then give me what I want.”

I did just that, sliding deep into her tight, hot pussy with a groan. “Fuck.”

“You’re big,” she winced.

“Want me to stop?”

“I will murder you,” she promised, squeezing me inside her cunt.

I slid out and slammed back in, soaking in the warm slick depths of her body. She pulsed around me tighter and tighter as I pounded into her like she was my salvation. Deeper and deeper I went and I didn’t even fucking know how, but I plunged so deep, so hard and fast, that she came apart seconds before me, shouting my name in a breathy voice that sent another jolt of lust straight to my cock.

“Oh fuck, Torch. Yes! Yes!” She shuddered and clung to me, licking my neck and purring like a goddamn kitten. It was so fucking sexy I couldn’t stop pumping into her. “Damn, you feel amazing.”

“Same goes, darlin’.” She wrapped her legs around my waist and I sank deeper, groaning as more come squirted inside of her. “Fuck. Damn.”

“Torch,” she purred and whispered the dirtiest thing I’d ever heard in my ear, and I swear my dick grew hard all over again.

“I’ll hold you to that, darlin’. Later.”

“I’m counting on it,” she said around a yawn before she drifted off to sleep.