Part 4 (1/2)

He leaned in closer, close enough to smell the nicotine and beer on her breath. ”You ever been kissed darlin'?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. ”No,” She breathed.

Good. So f.u.c.king good.

He turned his head and rubbed his cheek up against hers, inhaling her strawberry scented hair.

”You wanna be kissed?” He whispered in her ear.

He licked the skin just behind her ear and she s.h.i.+vered. He sucked on her skin, bit down lightly and rolled it between his teeth.

She was breathing hard, her pulse in her neck fluttering wildly against his mouth. He started sucking with vigor and her legs fell open. He took advantage and shoved himself between them.

He spread kisses across her neck and under her chin, up to her cheek, kissing a line to her mouth. His lips met hers. She trembled.

”One more time babe,” He said low and raspy. ”You wanna be kissed?”

”Yes,” She whimpered.

He was instantly on his feet, yanking her up with him. Grabbing her waist, he hefted her up and pinned her against the wall. ”Legs babe,” He rasped. She wrapped her legs around his waist, he jammed his erection between her thighs and shoved his tongue inside her willing mouth.

He'd lost his mind. None of this should be happening.

But there it was.

...the road to h.e.l.l is paved with good intentions and he'd just bought himself a one way ticket.

I had never been kissed before and had no idea what to do so I didn't do anything at all Deuce's hand tangled in my hair while his other hand cupped my jaw and squeezed my cheeks, causing my mouth to open. His tongue plunged inside, slid along mine and began exploring my mouth. No, exploring isn't the right word. He laid siege to my mouth, he plundered and pillaged until I had no reservations, no choice but to kiss him and so I kissed him back with all the fervor and pa.s.sion a sixteen year old who has never been kissed has when kissing the man of her dreams.

Which was a lot.

I have no idea how long we kissed, you tend to lose track of time when you're young and enthralled. But like all things s.e.xual in nature soon kissing was no longer enough.

I tried desperately to get closer. Burning hot, feeling ready to explode, I tore his hand from my hair and shoved it on my breast, whimpering needy little noises into his mouth. I needed more, so much more. I wanted his hands on me, touching me, I wanted skin against bare skin.

s.h.i.+fted me in his arms, he lifted me higher and slid his hand down the back of my pants. One hand was squeezing my backside as the other slipped under my s.h.i.+rt and did the same to my breast and I was panting and he was cursing and it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. If he would have asked me to, I would have jumped on the back of his bike and rode to the ends of the earth with him.

”Deuce,” I cried softly. ”Oh my G.o.d, Deuce.” His hips were between my thighs and he was grinding his body into mine. The friction of our jeans and the feel of his hands on me and his tongue in my mouth; something was happening, something that felt right and wrong and too much and not enough. Something I wanted more than my next breath.

He s.h.i.+fted me again and jammed his hand down the front of my jeans.

”Shhh,” He growled into my mouth. ”I got you, I f.u.c.kin' got you. Just let it go baby girl, just f.u.c.kin' let go.”

His fingers slipped inside of me and my body locked up tight. My s.e.x contracted and exploded, pulsing through the wonderful sensations.

He bent his head, pressing his forehead against mine.

”Wish I coulda felt that on my c.o.c.k.”

Oh G.o.d.

He pulled his hand from my pants only to slide it back up my s.h.i.+rt and resume playing with my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His hand moved from one to the other and his fingers snagged on my necklace. Cupping the medallion in his palm, he looked up.

”Baby,” He breathed. ”What the f.u.c.k.”

”You gave it to me,” I said lamely. I left out the part where I loved it, never took it off and sometimes would hold it in my hand and stare at it for hours.

”Yeah,” He whispered. He began thumbing my nipple, pinching and kneading the flesh around it. His groin pressed harder into mine. He started breathing faster. I started breathing faster.

”Kiss me,” I said breathlessly needing his mouth. ”Please...”

Gently, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, pulling and lightly licking and my head fell back against the wall. His mouth again found my neck and my body lit up like a firecracker. I reached between us, reached for him; cupped him. Groaning, he pushed himself into my hand. The world ceased to exist. It was only Deuce and me and this beautiful, perfect moment.

It ended abruptly.

”f.u.c.k,” He muttered, running his hands through his hair, backing away from me. ”f.u.c.k, I f.u.c.ked up.”

I took a step towards him, reaching out, wanting him back but he stumbled backwards putting more distance between us. I dropped my hand.

”I'm sorry,” I whispered, not feeling at all sorry.

He shook his head. ”No darlin', you didn't do anything wrong. It's all on me cuz I knew better and I did it anyway.”

We stared at one another. He still wanted me, I could tell by his eyes. Frankie looked at me like that, like he wanted to eat me alive.

”I'm married,” He said quietly.

I knew that. My father kept tabs on everyone he considered even a mild threat to him and the people he considered a major threat, people like Deuce, he had extensive amounts of information on.

”I know that,” I said just as quietly.

”And you're sixteen...and I'm thirty four.”

I knew that too.

”f.u.c.k,” He muttered, running his hands through his hair. ”f.u.c.k!”

He stared at me a moment longer, his indecision plain as day.

Next thing I knew the door to the stairwell was slamming behind him and I was alone. I sat back down and lit up another cigarette. And grinned.

Deuce got the f.u.c.k away from Eva as fast as he could, took the stairs two at a time and burst out onto the sidewalk and slumped against the clubhouse, breathing heavily. He'd f.u.c.ked up. He'd f.u.c.ked up big time. He was so f.u.c.king far beyond disgusted with himself but his c.o.c.k was hard as a rock f.u.c.king aching for sixteen-year-old p.u.s.s.y. Christ. Yeah. He was just like his old man. Rock f.u.c.king bottom.

He couldn't even blame his f.u.c.ked up marriage since he'd been solving that problem with club wh.o.r.es. This was different, so f.u.c.king different and so f.u.c.king confusing. He hadn't wanted a sixteen year old girl since he was sixteen, maybe eighteen, but he wanted Eva, and now that he'd gotten a taste he wanted her something fierce.