Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,30
Rainbow declares as he gives me a twirl in the middle of the living room with everyone around.
There must be twelve people sitting on bean bag chairs and the sofa. My cheeks heat, and he dips me over his knee, leaving me gaping at him.
“I’m trying to be romantic,” he tells Compass, right before pressing his lips against mine.
I gasp. I can’t breathe.
I don’t kiss back.
I can’t remember how.
His lips are plump and firm all at the same time. Demanding yet patient as he waits for me. His tongue licks the seam of my lips, and my mouth pries open for air, but he takes it as an invitation to slip his tongue along mine.
I melt.
My defense lowers. My walls, the damn weak things crumble, and I give in. Just this once. It won’t hurt, right? I wrap my arms around his neck and turn my head to the left. I try to deepen the kiss by pressing our lips together harder, but he maintains control and keeps our mouths soft. He kisses the way he seduces—by knowing what he wants, showing he wants it, and being gentle and sweet about it.
The guys cheer, and there are a few whistles of celebration. It’s embarrassing, but I like it.
“Grab his ass!” one guy shouts, which makes Rainbow chuckle, bringing the decadent kiss to an end.
“I plan to do that in private first, guys.” Rainbow’s voice is lower, huskier, and as we lock eyes, I can tell he’s just as affected by the kiss as I am.
His pupils are blown, his breaths harsh, and his heart is pumping ferociously against his chest. I know because I can feel it beating hard against my own.
“I’d take you in the middle of a concert and kiss you there, but the weather is ruining that idea right now,” he says, slowly pulling me up to a standing position.
I press a hand at the base of my throat and clear it, trying to get my bearings and thoughts together.
“You’ve kissed him silent, Rainbow,” Jokester cracks, shooting me a wink.
“Good. Maybe then he’ll see that I’m serious. I don’t give a fuck who sees me kissing him. If they have a problem with it, they can take it up with me.”
“Ah, Ryan. You don’t have to worry about that with Rainbow. He’s a very go-with-the-flow kind of guy. Now, get the hell out of the way. Our show is on.” Grudge shoos us out of the way.
“We might get to find out who A is this time.” Jokester throws a handful of popcorn in his mouth, and I turn to the TV when I hear the Pretty Little Liars theme song.
“Oh my god. You guys watch this?” I cover my mouth to try and stop my laughter.
I expected murder documentaries or tapes of them killing people. Then they rewatch it to see what they could have done quicker for next time.
Not… this.
“And we’re leaving,” Rainbow whispers in my ear. “Grudge will get defensive if you make fun of him, and we call him Grudge for a reason.” The words are hard to understand since he’s mumbling, but I piece them together.
“Oh, I love this show. It’s a good pick. I’ve seen all the seasons—” I yelp as Rainbow drags me to the bedroom, away from the guys.
I want to watch the show now though.
He slings me through the door, and the bed catches me. I bounce a few times and push up on my elbows to watch him slowly inch the door shut. His lips are swollen from our kiss, and his muscles are tense while he leans against the trim. He shoves his hands in his pockets. The movement draws my eyes to the outline of his cock, tenting the grey material of his sweatpants. Bless the man who created such things. Right now, I can see everything I need to make my imagination run wild.
His cock is hard.
And massive.
And I’m trying really fucking hard to remember the rules, but I’m a size queen.
I love a monster cock. The more of it, the merrier.
If it fits, I sit.
And I ride.
“You’re going to tell me what happened to you,” he rumbles, using his foot to push off the wall. He prowls toward me and bends down, placing his palms flat on the mattress.
And then he crawls over me.
“I protect what’s mine, Sassafras.” He grips me by my hips and pulls me down aligning our pelvises.