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“Damn, Kita, you’re gorgeous.” His words forced her eyelids open. She stared into his lustful eyes, mischief lying underneath. Gripping her ass, he lifted her up and down on his cock, his gaze never leaving her face.
“Fuck me, Kevlar,” she moaned.
“With pleasure.” He stood and took her back to the table. The same table she was at not thirty minutes earlier with club members.
Spinning her, he kissed down her spine and entered her roughly. She moaned at the unexpected thrust, but it morphed into a scream when he fucked her harder, his balls slapping her ass.
She grasped for something to steady herself but came up empty. The table creaked, the legs slowly moving across the floor. Looking over her shoulder, Nikita smiled at his determined face. He’d fuck her until the table broke. That much his eyes promised.
Before she could face forward, he gripped her hair and twirled it around his fist. Bringing her upright, he lightly bit the top of her ear. “You’re mine, Kita. Don’t you dare go anywhere ever again.”
She couldn’t speak, his thrusts too brutally beautiful for any sound other than moans to make sense. His words and actions spurred a second orgasm to take over her body. She violently thrashed at the satisfaction, screaming his name through the wave.
Kevlar dropped her hair but kept her body upright, cupping her breasts. He pumped into her twice more before he released his load into her pussy. Kita tried to catch her breath but found the air around her belonged to Kevlar. He didn’t let go, merely held her flush to him, lips gently caressing her skin. His heartbeat pulsed against her back, cock fully embedded in her.
“Was it always this mind-blowing?” she finally asked.
He turned her chin and kissed her passionately. “Oh, yes, baby. Every fuck with you makes me lose my mind.”
Chapter Fifteen
Kevlar
His feetbarely touched the ground. That’s what it felt like after leaving the room with Kita’s panties in his pocket. She almost didn’t give them to him, but after eating her pussy until she came again, his Latino goddess changed her mind.
His brothers gave him odd glances when he walked by, but he barely saw them. All he saw was Kita. Kita’s glowing eyes and glistening skin. All he heard was Kita. Kita’s bilingual breathless cries filled his mind. He’d waited nearly two decades to hear and see those things again. And they’d happened in the most sacred of places for Macha’s members. He licked his bottom lip, the taste of Kita on his tongue.
“Want us to leave you alone with your thoughts?”
Looking up from the beer in his hand, he met Hawk’s knowing glance. “What?”
“Brother, the wedding starts in five minutes. Can you focus that long or do I need to hunt down Nikita for you?”
He flipped off Hawk and finished his drink. “I’m ready.”
Kevlar grinned at the groom. Doc was a combination of wrecked and excited. It was funny in a way. He hadn’t known the man very long, but the little he knew, Doc and Isa were perfect for each other. Doc a reformed playboy and Isa the antidote he obviously needed.
“We better get this guy down the aisle before he changes his mind.”
The gathered groomsmen chuckled. He nodded to Rubble, Hawk, and Brewer. They weren’t wearing monkey suits, thank God, but each had trimmed their beards, smoothed their hair, and looked overall acceptable for the night’s event.
When they walked outside, the orange and white glow from the twinkle lights led them to the side of the lodge where a portion of the lawn had been set up with chairs. Halloween vibes screamed at every glance. He couldn’t fault the duo for not wanting to wait until warmer weather to get married. Once upon a time, he’d felt the same about Kita.
He shook aside the slippery slope. It was much too early to think about shit like that. They’d fucked hours earlier.That’s it.His heart told him otherwise. It was more than a chemical reaction for him.
Kita sat behind the Macha old ladies, Mandi by her side. His breath caught at her green halter dress. It was twenty times better than the blue one. This one was meant for beauty, not attention. Hell, she turned more than one male head, but it was a different kind of attention. She was oblivious to the other men, her eyes latched to him alone. A small smile played her kissable lips, making it difficult to stay at the front of the aisle with the other groomsmen.
The wedding started and ended. He barely knew what occurred in between. He’d been too distracted with Kita. She watched the wedding intently. Tears even formed in her eyes during the vows. She looked the same—acted mostly the same—as the girl he once loved. He accepted she was different. After all she’d been through, he couldn’t blame her for changing slightly. The FBI role still surprised him. She’d done it to protect herself and her mother. No one could fault her for it.
Hawk jabbed him in the side, and he glared.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” He held up his hands. “You’re literally the only one up here.”
Looking left, then right, he coughed out a laugh. Sure enough, the bride and groom were down the aisle and out of sight. “My bad.”
Hawk rolled his eyes. “Pussy. It gets even the baddest men.”
Ignoring the man, Kevlar hurried from the lawn to the festivities inside. Stepping foot over the threshold, he smiled at the party already underway inside. Doc and Isa didn’t do anything traditional, a fact he admired. There was no cake, opting instead for homemade cinnamon twists, a specialty of Doc’s. Trays of mini cheeseburgers and Jell-O shots made their rounds courtesy of the Macha nymphs. Cigarette smoke curled up the vaulted ceiling, casting the dimly lit area in ghoulishness.
