I smile against his skin and trace another line along his tattoo while I think. “My mom died when I was nine. Car accident on a rainy night. After that it was just me and Dad. He tried so hard to keep things normal for me. Made pancakes every Sunday evenwhen he burned them half the time. The kitchen always smelled like smoke and syrup. Taught me how to change a tire before I could even drive. But he always worried. Still does. I think protecting me gave him purpose after Mom.”
I let out a small sigh. “I worry about him now too. He seems restless since I grew up. Like he doesn’t know what to do with himself when he’s not watching out for me. I hope he’s okay out there. That he’s not doing anything dangerous just because he misses having someone to look after.”
Kraken’s fingers flex on my hip again. “Gunny is tough. He’ll be fine. Right now my only job is keeping you safe. And I take that job very seriously.”
We talk for a while longer. The words flow easier in the quiet room with the ocean as our soundtrack. He tells me small stories about growing up around the club. About his two younger brothers Ryder and Rhett. How he stole his first bike at fourteen and rode it until the gas ran out. How the older members made him clean toilets as a prospect until he earned their respect. The trouble he got into as a kid that usually ended with bloody knuckles and bigger lessons.
I laugh softly and tell him about naming all my houseplants after 90s boy band members. Kevin is actually Backstreet Boys Kevin. I confess how I once tried to bake cookies from scratch and set off the fire alarm in our old apartment. Dad came running in with a fire extinguisher only to find me waving a towel at the smoke while singing along to the radio.
Kraken actually chuckles low at that one. The deep sound vibrates through his chest and makes me smile against his skin. “You’re trouble,” he says. His hand strokes my hair. “The best kind of trouble.”
I tilt my head up again. “Do you ever regret it? The club life I mean. All the danger and the responsibility.”
He stays quiet for a moment. His fingers keep moving through my hair. “Sometimes. But it’s who I am. The club is family. Blood or not. And now you’re part of that too.”
My heart does a silly little flip at his words. We keep talking. Soft voices in the dim light. He asks about my tech job and the weird signals I noticed. I ask about his favorite ride and what he does when he’s not being all president scary. The conversation feels easy. Natural. Like we’ve known each other longer than we really have.
Eventually the words slow. The air between us grows thicker again. Kraken shifts and rolls me gently onto my back. He looks down at me with those intense eyes full of heat and something deeper. Then he leans in and kisses me. Slow at first. Then deeper. Like he’s claiming every part of me all over again.
I melt into it completely. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer. The world outside fades away. Right now there’s only us. Only this. And I never want it to end.
16
Kraken
We lie tangled in the sheets for a long while after the kiss. Tia’s soft warm body presses against mine. Her fingers trace lazy patterns over my chest. The quiet conversation still lingers between us but the air has shifted completely. My cock hardens again thick and heavy against her thigh. The feel of her smooth skin and the memory of how tight and wet she felt around me earlier drives me crazy. Heat pulses through my veins. I want her again. Need her. My body demands more of what she gives so willingly.
I roll her onto her back and kiss her deep. She moans softly into my mouth. The sound vibrates through me. Her hands slide up my shoulders and grip tight. I break the kiss and look down at her. Those wide trusting eyes stare up at me full of heat and something that makes my chest tighten. My dick throbs painfully against her stomach.
"Turn over baby," I groan low against her ear. "Hands and knees. I need to fuck you deep."
She bites her lip but obeys without hesitation. She rolls onto her stomach and pushes up onto all fours. Her perfect round ass lifts high in the air. The sight makes my mouth water. Moonlight from the window paints her skin silver. I kneel behind her and run my rough hands over her smooth back. I squeeze both cheeks hard feeling the soft flesh yield under my fingers. Then I spread them open wide.
"Look at this pretty pussy," I rasp. My voice comes out thick with hunger. "Still wet from my cum. Dripping for more like a greedy little thing."
I line up the thick head of my cock at her entrance. Her pussy looks swollen and shiny with our mixed juices. I push inside her in one slow powerful thrust. She gasps and her back arches deep. So fucking tight. So wet. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks and start moving. Deep heavy strokes that make her moan with every thrust.
“Yes,” I say, rough and low. "Your pussy grips me so perfect. Milking every inch already."
I pick up speed. The bed creaks loudly under us. Skin slaps loud and wet against skin. I reach forward and grab a handful of her hair. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to pull her head back slightly. She moans louder. Her pussy clenches around me.
"Fuck you feel good," I say through gritted teeth. Sweat beads on my chest and drips down my back. "This tight cunt was made for me."
I slap her ass hard. Her flesh jiggles and turns a beautiful pink under my palm. She cries out and pushes back against me harder. The sting makes her pussy flutter around my cock.
"You like that baby?" I moan. I slap the other cheek even harder. The sound rings out. "Like when I spank this ass while I fuck you deep?"
"Yes," she whimpers. Her voice sounds broken and needy. "Kraken please. More."
I slap her ass again. Then again. Each strike leaves her skin red and warm. I thrust harder. Deeper. My hips slam against her ass with every powerful stroke. The wet sounds of her pussy taking every thick inch fill the room. I reach around her hip and find her swollen clit. I rub it with two fingers in tight fast circles while I pound into her.
"Such a good little girl for me," I rasp. My balls slap against her with every thrust. "Pushing back on my cock like you can’t get enough. This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. Say it loud baby."
"Yours," she gasps. Her body shakes. "All yours Kraken. Please don’t stop."
I slap her ass one more time. The sound cracks loud. I feel her walls flutter wildly around me. She’s close. I keep rubbing her clit faster. My thrusts turn rough and feral. The headboard bangs rhythmically against the wall.
"Come for me baby," I demand. My voice comes out rough and commanding. “Fuck, yes.”
