Burnt (19 page)

That was true, because of the guys inability to keep it in their pants, excessive amounts of alcohol, and testosterone, lots of the brothers are part-time or barely their fathers. A rare few are full-time dads like Uncle Max and Uncle Pipe, and I suppose Dec now too that Isabella isn’t in the picture. Clenching his fist on the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn a bright white, and stick out harshly against the black rolled leather, he continues,

“The bitch wouldn’t take no for an answer, threatening to take my kid and not let me see her when she was born if I didn’t marry her.” I gasp and my hand flies to my chest, but not to be deterred by my obvious outrage, Dec keeps talking. “Fuck. I was eighteen-years-old, expecting a kid with a manipulative cunt that didn’t want to marry me because she fucking loved me, she wanted to get hitched because she knew I was going to be bringing in good money with the club, and would hold a position soon enough. I only fucking agreed to marry her because I was scared as fuck she’d take my kid Babe. The bitch made it plain as day, every day that she’d do too. No other reason behind it. I married her, but refused her demands to patch her in as my ol lady, no way in fuck was I doing that. I know there isn’t a difference to outsiders, and shit, but to me, I wasn’t going to give a woman my property patch unless she was the fucking one,” he said turning to look at me briefly.

Dad had explained it to me when I was twelve, and didn’t understand the difference between being married and being an ol lady, I’d overheard some of the guys at the club talking about it, so I asked him about it. Women didn’t get a property patch, and their man’s name tattooed on them, most of the ol ladies had that done before even getting their leather, unless it was a forever thing. ‘Leather in, Never out’, I’d been hearing that phrase since I was young. Basically it meant, once you got a property patch, whether you were married or not, there was no disowning your man, or a man his woman. Divorce was far easier to do than discarding your property patch. Thinking about it, I’ve never SEEN a dissolution of a brother and his woman. Ever. It just doesn’t happen.

Breaking into my revelry Dec goes on,

“Anyway, that shit went on for years. Bullshit like spending all our money, ignoring Lexi, going out all the time, picking fights with me for no reason, just stupid shit. I never gave a fuck about the money because in the end, I got smart and started putting shit away where she couldn’t touch it, and I’d earn more so what-the-fuck-ever. I’ve never needed much anyway, and I made damn fucking sure Lexi never went without.” I agreed. Lexi never missed out on anything. So much so, I thought Dec spoilt her a little too much at times. That was just my opinion though. “Neglecting Lexi though? That shit wasn’t on, but I just worked it so she was barely ever alone with her. Lexi’s was either with Brenna, you, dad, or me. It made things easier, and I didn’t have to worry Lexi was getting fed, or picked up. The fucking cunt couldn’t even pull her head out her ass long enough to even tuck her in at night.” At that I mutter a low, ‘fuckingg cow’, and Dec laughs. “Yeah Babe, but fucking cow doesn’t quite cover what that bitch was. The fighting didn’t bother me either, I mean, I hated Lexi hearing it, but it was what it was. Lexi got it. It’s sad she had to, but I told her that parents fight and it wasn’t because of her. After that shit at the club when the bitch grabbed my baby and you put her in her place, dad bailed me up and made me spill all this shit, that’s when we went to work trying to get rid of her.” Hmmm, I didn’t know about that, but I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had never been so angry in my whole life. If I could have beaten the shit out of Isabella that day I would have. “Offered her money, one hundred fucking grand to be precise, but the bitch wouldn’t take it. She was to happy fucking with my head to walk away. Anyway, the night I kicked her out I couldn’t have been happier Baby, not because I was finally rid of her, but because I could finally come to you. I’ve been waiting years to do that. ”

Tears start to slowly make tracks down my face, I keep silent though because I don’t want him to notice or stop talking.

“Was going to talk to you the night you were taken and tell you all this shit, beg you to fucking forgive me for being an epic fucking asshole, and breaking your heart five years ago. Fuck Babe, I was going to tell you that night that you’re the only woman for me, and I’m so in love with you it fucking hurts.”

I sob. Not because I’m sad, but because Dec just spoke the words I have ached for, dreamed of, burnt for, for the last ten years at least.

“I can’t stop here Baby. I wish I could pull over right now and take you in my arms, look in your big green fucking eyes, and tell you I’ve been in love with you since I was fucking nine. The day you fell out that tree, was the day I realised I was in love with you. There hasn’t been a day since that I haven’t been. I pushed you away so hard five years ago because I couldn’t have you in my life the same way knowing I was having a kid that wasn’t yours. It fucking gutted me, it still does, Lexi didn’t come from your belly, made by me and you. It fucking killed me having to marry that cunt knowing the only woman I wanted to have my rings was you. I fucking hated myself for doing it, I hated myself more for you having to watch it.”

I lean over and trail kisses all over his tense jaw and whisper,

“It’s okay Dec. It doesn’t matter how Lexi came about she’s still yours, and because she’s yours that means she’s a part of me too.” Leaning his head over and resting it on top of mine keeping his eyes on the road, I nuzzled into his shoulder.

“I know Baby, and Lexi loves you like a mom anyway. The kid couldn’t be happier than if you were to take that job on. I’m not saying we don’t have shit to sort out with you being back now, but just know, I’ll give you all the time in the world Baby, and I’ll take this as slow as you want. You’re driving this train, not me.”

I giggle at the thought. Dec patient? Ah, not likely.

“What you giggling about over there fairy? You find something about what I just said funny?”

Chuckling now, I let him in on the joke.

“Ah yeah Dec, it’s funny all right, you are NOT a patient man. Not only that, but I think I’ve been patient enough for both of us and then some.” Understatement of the century. He frowns and I go on, “You really think that spending twenty-three years waiting for the man you love more than your own life, watching him have a child you love desperately with another woman, watching that man marry a nasty whorebag, having a near death experience, and then having that man admit he loves you the same way you love him, isn’t patient enough then I don’t know what is.”

Pulling sharply on to the green strip just before our exit, Dec slams the SUV in park, unbuckles his seat belt, jams his chair all the way back while carefully lifting me so I’m straddling him across his closed knees. Without blinking he says,

“Glad you feel that way Baby because that means I can do this.” He tangles his hand in the back of my hair making sure to avoid my still sensitive scar, and angles my head. Dropping his lips to mine he crushes our mouths together.

At the first taste of Dec my senses all flare to life, it’s like a long drink of water after spending years in the desert. Running his tongue over my lips he parts them and delves inside not wasting any time, and for that, I’m thankful. I’ve waited forever to kiss this man, and I wouldn’t be able to handle it if he took his time now. He tastes like spice, man, and a hint of the coffee he drank before we left the hospital. His tongue teases mine, so strong and sure, and he kisses me like the world is ending and this is only thing he wants to do before it does. Deepening the kiss I grab at his shoulders crushing my breasts to his chest, and plunging my tongue deeper. My nipples tighten and tingle inside the lace of my bra.

A low growl builds from deep in Dec’s chest, the hand not tangled in my hair meets the soft skin of my back raising my shirt in its quest. He strokes leisurely up and down my spine conflicting with the heat, and demands of his kiss. The slow, sure movements make my skin break out in goose bumps.

I can feel his huge erection pulsing against my core, throbbing almost angrily as I grind down on him, pushing the denim covering us harder against where I need it the most. I have never in my life been kissed like this before. Sure, I’ve kissed a few guys, not many, but a few, and none of them have made me feel like I’m flying, like I need their kiss more than my next breath.

A rush of fluid dampens my panties and I’m so turned on I’m Dec can feel it. I know I can feel how hard he is, he feels so good against me, he’s hard where I’m soft, so my body moulds to his perfectly. It has to be hurting him to be confined, nearly crushed violently between us as I wriggle in his lap.

After what feels like an hour, but is more likely only a few minutes Dec pulls back breathing heavily and stares into my eyes. I feel lightheaded, and I’m trying desperately to pull him back to my waiting mouth. He doesn’t kiss me again though, he just trains his beautiful grey eyes on mine, and looks like he is waging a war within; and losing badly. His chest is heaving, I can see the rapid rise and fall beneath my own.

“I’ve got to stop Baby. Fuck. I don’t want to, but I also don’t want to rip your clothes off and fuck you in my SUV the first time we’re together either, and I’m about five seconds off doing just that.” Whimpering at the thought Dec growls again. “You like the sound of that Babe? Me stripping you out of those jeans and your panties, seeing how fucking wet you are for me?” I hum a noise of approval against his throat that I just have to lick. The light stubble on his neck and jaw scratch at my tongue making my whole body shiver. Dec seems to like what I’m doing to him, because his Adam’s apple bobs up and down furiously. “You want me to open my jeans, pull my cock out and test your sweet pussy, see if it’s dripping for me Kendall?” Oh fuck, yes, yes I do.

If he keeps talking like that I won’t need him to do anything more than he is now. Grinding against him, smelling the musky scent that’s all him, that’s strongest at the spot where his shoulder meets his neck, and his dirty talk will send me over the edge in seconds. Sensing my need for more Dec wedges his hand between us, positioning his thumb at my clit encased in my jeans, and presses down firmly.

“You want me to make you cum Kendall.” Mewling as he applies more pressure and circles my sensitive clit I manage to whisper, knowing he’s waiting for my answer.

I can’t speak though, I’m so turned on that words have escaped me.

“Yes Dec. I want you to be the first one to make me cum.” He disengages my face from his neck and tilts my head back using his hand that’s still fisted in my hair. His eyes are wild, and the possessive look in them thrills me, making me shiver all over again.

“No one made you cum before Baby?” He says in awe. “I’m the first man you’ve let near your gorgeous pussy?” He looks intense, more intense than I’ve ever seen him before. It’s true, not only am I a virgin, but I’ve never let a boy, or man, touch me there before either. It just never felt right. Maybe because it wasn’t Dec, or maybe because I simply wasn’t ever ready I’ll never know, but now I’m glad that Dec will be my first everything. I might not be his, which saddens me slightly, but he will be mine and that’s all that matters right now.

Sure, I’ve used the rabbit my openly perverted mother bought me at the same time she bought her own and a few other toys I purchased myself but, I’ve never had a man’s fingers, mouth or cock anywhere near my lady garden before.

“No, no one’s touched me there before Dec. Stop teasing I need more, I need… something.” I know I sound desperate but, Jesus. I really need him to make me orgasm. I can feel it building and it’s almost clawing at my insides desperately trying to break free.

Kissing me roughly, he whispers into my open mouth,

“Makes me a happy man no ones’ been near this pussy before Baby. I’m going to take care of you Babe. You ride my hand and I’ll take care of the rest, yeah?”

Nodding, I kiss like my life depends on it, and do exactly as he says. I grind down on his thumb as he makes little circles, causing more fluid to gush onto my already saturated panties. At this rate we’ll have to stop so I can change them, and my jeans before arriving at the clubhouse and being thoroughly embarrassed at sporting a wet spot the size of Arkansas. It doesn’t take long for him to get me there either, throwing my head back at the first signs of my orgasm, Dec latches onto my throat and sucks hard, hard enough that I’m sure it’ll leave a mark.

The feel of my skin being taken inside his hot, wet mouth triggers my orgasm. I moan so loud it echoes through the cabin of the SUV, thrashing and throwing my head back, my body shudders as I explode. Dec grunts pulling my mouth back to his, letting me ride the wave of bliss. It feels like it goes on forever, and I start to hope it never ends, I’ve never had an orgasm so intense from my own hand. Lights dance behind my eyes, and I wasn’t sure, but I think I may have passed out for a few seconds after.

Dec’s phone rings ripping me from my ecstasy filled haze. He protests having to move by letting rip a string of curses that would probably embarrass my dad, shifting me slightly, he reaches into his front pocket pulling his phone out. Before answering he says,

“Fucking hell, Kendall. Whatever you fucking do, do NOT fucking move! My cock is literally going to explode if you move that sweet ass even an inch.”

That gives me an idea, so as he answers the phone with a curt greeting, I slip to the floor of the SUV. Suddenly being small has become an advantage. Huh, never thought I’d see the day. Carefully arranging myself, so I don’t put too much pressure on my ribs, and can tuck my cast between my belly and the edge of Dec’s seat, I meet his eyes and slowly lowering the zipper of his jeans. Dropping my eyes to the huge bulge I’m about to uncover, I lick my lips. Dec must see me do it, because he hisses while still trying to concentrate on his phone call. I don’t know who he’s talking to, but I’m pretty sure he won’t be talking for long.