Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,35

and she’s coming, milking me for my come.

And that’s all it takes.

I’m coming a second time, and the power behind this orgasm is greater than the last. A stream of white hits me under my chin, neck, and chest. It’s just as much as it was the first time.

“Violet,” her name is a hushed secret admitted into the room, a fallen whisper drifting through the air like a snowflake.

I pull the massager from me and sag against the bed, spent, exhausted, sweaty, and a damn mess. My muscles are at ease, and my mind is a blank slate, but the need for her is still pushing me to the edge. I want so bad just to fall off the cliff and jump into her waters.

The thought of being with her gives me a great orgasm, but I bet actually being with her will give me the best.

I sit up, swaying from how lightheaded I feel and grab the massager from the bed, then hold onto my softening cock in the fleshlight so I don’t make a mess on the floor.

There used to be a time in my life where I ignored pleasure. I didn’t care about how good it felt to touch myself, I only wanted the end goal. I found it annoying, like a job to make myself come. It had been a dare to walk into an Adult store when I was nineteen and Nigel was visiting. Fucking Nigel. I was so mad at him for making me go in there, but when I did, it was like the world opened up, and there were these possibilities I didn’t know about.

I bought something that day. Nigel thought it was a joke, and that’s what I let him believe. I didn’t use that toy for about five years. It sat in my drawer until I got up the nerve, and a good handful of women who didn’t want to have sex because of my size.

And then I educated myself.

Hell, sometimes I get more pleasure out of masturbating and using new toys than I do having sex with women I hardly know.

I doubt that will be the case with Violet.

I toss the toys in the tub and turn on the shower. A few hairs on my chest pinch as the come dries. My skin begins to itch, so I step into the hot spray and it roams over the front of my body. My mind begins to wander as I stand there as the steam rises, and the water causes my skin to turn pink.

Violet is the woman I’ve been waiting for, the one my heart has always yearned for, the one I can prove to myself that I’m nothing like my father for.

Despite how many times I’ve told myself I’m not, I don’t think there will ever be a part of me that fully believes that. Leaving her alone would be the best thing. It would probably save her a lot of hurt in the future.

But I can’t.

Washing off my body and my hair, I climb out of the tub and decide to let nature takes its course. I don’t know what will happen, but I cannot live my life in fear and miss out on probably the best thing that can ever happen to me.

I hate my father even more for creating this self-doubt constantly inside me. Stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.

Thud, thud, thud.

Someone bangs on the door, shaking the entire room. “Kansas, we need to go! Boomer is calling Church!” Arrow shouts through the closed door.

“Oh, come on,” I bitch and moan. It’s late. What the fuck is he doing calling Church? I was about to go to bed. I feel so fucking sleepy and relaxed. Church is going to get me all riled up again, and I won’t be able to go to bed. “Damn it.” I stomp forward, clutching onto the towel so it doesn’t fall.

“Kansas!”

“I fucking hear you, Arrow. I’m getting dressed. I just got out of the shower.” Even though there is a door in the way, I can hear him slurping on his juice box.

“Okay, I’ll wait.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Arrow. You can go.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” he says, his juice box sounding again.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and count to five to gather my patience before slipping on a pair of sweatpants. I snag a Ruthless Kings Atlantic City hoodie from the drawer too. It’s blue with