Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(23)

“Lain? What are you doing?” I ask, looking over to her lazily. Blake does crazy things to me. “Me? I woke to find you not in your bed, so I went to try and find you.”

I laugh and point to Blake. “This is Blake.”

“Hi, I’m Alaina.” She looks unsure. Alaina is different, and innocent in a way I guess, I have always felt the intense need to protect her like a little sister. “Blake,” he replies, smirking at her. I roll my eyes because I know he’s checking her out— It is hard not to; for one, she is from New Zealand, giving her an exotic, different feel about her. And two, she’s incredibly sexy. “What’s that accent I can pick up there?” Blake asks.

“A kiwi accent, I’m from New Zealand.” I can see Blake about to say something else, so I shoot him a glare. Alaina has not had the easiest life; she moved to West Beach when she was eight, she was shy and hardly spoke; a few girls tried to pick on her until I put them back into their place. Since day one I have taken her under my wing, I love her to bits. Blake must see the look in my eyes, so he changes what he was about to say.

“Well okay little kiwi, this is my brother Zane.” I look over to Alaina and see the blush that reveals itself on her face. I smile because I know that look; not on her, because she hasn’t actually had a boyfriend long enough to judge that by, but I know that look. This should be interesting. “Zane,” he replies, and for the first time since I’ve meet Zane Mathews, he looks interested in something. The same could be said about Alaina, she has always kept her head in her books and I have always respected her for it. She is strong; don’t get me wrong, the girl can hold her own, so I’m not worried about her and Zane as much as I was about Ade and Kalie. “Alright, nice meeting you guys. Vick? I'll see you inside?”

I look to her, and then look to Blake. “They’re going to come up, is that okay? It’ll just be for a little bit, I promise?” She shoots me more evil glares, and I think she just might kill me for this.

Walking back inside, I jump onto Blake, wrapping my arms around him. He laughs, walking off to my room; leaving Alaina with Zane. Oh please, she will be thanking me, I’m sure. When we get to my room, he places me down on my bed softly. “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, while looking deep into my eyes. I cock my head sideways, looking between his eyes and his lips. “What? What’s wrong?” I ask, smiling down at him. God he is beautiful; the perfect amount of bad boy, with the perfect amount of beautiful.

“Nothing, I think…” He presses his lips softly up against mine, with no tongue. He just kisses me. Getting in-between my legs, he pulls me towards him; putting pressure on the place that is absolutely throbbing for his touch, and I can’t help it when a little moan escapes my mouth. I fucking missed this man so much; it almost hurt to be away from him. He pulls away and looks at me, searching for something in my eyes. “What are you doing to me, Vicky?” I rest my face into his hand, laying a kiss on his fingers.

“I’m sure that the feeling is mutual.”

He takes his hand away and wraps it around the back of my neck, pulling my face to his so our foreheads are touching. “You know we can’t actually be together, right? Your lines are still where they should be?” Fighting the urge not to scowl at his comments, I nod my head.

“My lines will be fine,” I reply. Then he kisses me, using his lips to push me over onto my back, while he comes up to me; putting both his fists on either side of my head. He looks at me for a while, and god, I wish I knew what was going on behind those eyes. By the look on his face, it looks as though he is facing an internal battle. Then his eyes turn soft as a slow smile spreads across his lips. Reaching down, he brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me again, this time taking my left thigh in his hand and pulling it open so he is lying right against my middle. Would it be completely inappropriate to just rub myself against him until I come? Yes, yes Vicky, it would be. Instead, I start to pull his t-shirt and patch off him, throwing them onto the ground. Holy fuck, this man takes my breath away. He reaches down and slides my t-shirt off before getting up to pull my pants down. I arch off the bed to give him easier access; I feel so sensitive right now, I think if he touched me where I want to be touched, I might just explode. My breathing becomes needy as he slowlys slides his hands over my body, tormenting me. I look up to him, finding a cocky smirk on display all over his face. “This. Is mine for the night.” My belly flips at the beginning of his sentence, only to be shut down by the end part. Why can’t I be yours forever? Hooking his finger under my panties, he pulls them down in one swift move, leaving me naked on the bed. He drags my panties up to his nose, smelling them briefly before smiling down at me with nothing but lust on his face. Why did that just turn me on? Unbuckling his buckle, he pulls his jeans down, letting his cock spring free; I look to it with hunger on my face. God I just want to ravish this man. Moving back on top of me, he lays me down flat on my back, kissing me while beginning to make his way down south. My toes curl and my eyes roll back as he lightly runs his tongue on the outside of my cleft, while still running little kisses on that spot where my thighs meet my middle. By this point, I am panting like a sex driven maniac, because that is what he does to me. When he finally licks one light lick right over my clit, I scream out in pleasure. He begins his slow, torturous pace, making love to my pussy with his mouth; and after a few minutes, my orgasm slams into me at full force, making my body shudder in euphoria. He comes back up to me with a cocky smile on his face.