Devil's Angels Boxed Set: Bikers and Alpha Bad Boy Erotic Romance (32 page)

CHAPTER SEVEN

A few hours later, they were lying in bed with the curtains drawn shut when Kat’s phone rang. It was almost nine in the evening, and for the last few hours Solomon had made love to her, taking her in every position, exhausting her appetite for sex. The man was simply amazing in bed, which was one of the reasons Kat loved him so much.

Voice groggy, hair bedraggled, and Solomon draped over her body like the warmest blanket, Kat answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Kat?” John asked instantly, skipping any pleasantries.

Kat was alert in a heartbeat, rubbing her eyes and sitting up straight in bed. Solomon struggled through layers of sleep, but was awake with her in a second, brows knitted in concern. “What is it, John?”

“Solomon’s old cronies are getting antsy. They’re talking shit about you and calling for an election. They want you out of the club and Solomon as the president.”

Whipping her head to face Solomon, Kat caught the smile that tugged at his lips.
The bastard knew this would happen.
She could see it in his eyes, in the relaxed stance of his body. Solomon had expected this outcome, predicted it, probably orchestrated it.

Kat didn’t know whether to be proud or furious. She loved a man who was blatantly undermining her authority.

“When do they want the election?” Kat couldn’t keep the anger out of her voice as her eyes skimmed Solomon’s rock-hard abs and zoomed in on the large tent formed by the sheets around his groin area. Although it should have been impossible, she should have been sore for a week more at least, she wanted him again. Kat was tight, throbbing, and wet, and she wanted Solomon Parker again.

“As soon as possible, Kat.” John replied with a frustrated sigh.

“Tell them it’ll be handled Friday, but some members still need time to grieve.”
And fuck their rivals.

Kat felt only marginally bad that she was putting off the election to stay in bed with Solomon, but she knew that come next week she might hate his guts and want to rip him to shreds. It was good to treasure the peaceful times.

“Got it.”

Kat smiled as she climbed on top of Solomon and opened herself to him. On an upward thrust, Kat tilted her head back, bit back her gasp, and responded to John. “Bye.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

"So was this your plan the entire time?" Kat asked from the bathroom as she twisted her hair into a bun and pinned it.

Solomon hadn't moved from his place on her bed, content to lie there and watch her move around the bedroom, putting on her war paint and armor. Kat knew that was exactly what she was going to do; she never wore makeup, never put so much thought into her outfits. A smear of ChapStick and a shirt that smelled ‘okay’ was her usual ensemble.

But today wasn't a normal day. Today was the day that Kat either became the president of the Free Guns or something else. It was that something else she was worried about.

"Is that what you think, Kit-Kat?" Solomon chuckled, evading the question as he'd done for the last few days, ever since they'd gotten the call.

Sighing loudly, Kat nodded at herself in the mirror and went to the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips. "Yes, that's what I think."

The sly, devilish man just smiled slowly and shifted on the bed, letting the white sheet covering most of his torso slide down and off.
Don't look. Don't look
. Kat reminded herself as she thought of the last time he'd avoided her by turning her mind and body into a pile of mush.

But she couldn't complain. Sex with Solomon was addictive, her new drug. It was fun, freeing, and delicious. Kat wrinkled her nose as her thoughts roamed back to sex. It wasn't as if sex was a taboo subject with her, but never had sex been so... She couldn't even put into words what sex with Solomon was like. The best she could say was that she was permanently dick-matized, happy being under, on top of, or beside the man as long as he loved her. And that wasn't just in the physical sense either.

Kat might have been able to blame it on Jamison's funeral turning her heart mushy and putting her emotions through the blender, but it had been three days since that dark day. Three days of hot, sweaty, animalistic sex with Solomon with the occasional passionate and emotional sex thrown in just for good measure. The man seemed to be able to give her just enough, but never too much, so that it was suffocating.

"Kit-Kat." Solomon's voice was husky, sleepy, and playful. That was one thing she'd never expected from him, playfulness. The man seemed to love to tease her; stroke her to the edge just for the fun of it. It was just another thing she'd learned about him, another thing she loved about him.

But he could take your position, take your club.
Her conscious reminded her viciously, smacking her with the reality of her situation.

No one suspected Solomon of killing anyone anymore, and all his old cronies had jumped at the chance to get back on his good side and elect him their new leader. It was amazing how many people wanted to be his friend after they found out he was innocent. It was only worse that she had been the one to nearly take his life. It made Solomon look all the more innocent and her, an unreliable, kind-of-bitchy president.

A soft caress on her neck drew her out of her thoughts. Solomon was behind her, having moved when she'd been too consumed with her own guilt and misgivings over the upcoming election. Lips trailed fire across her collarbone. Solomon soothed the burn with a slow glide of his tongue. Unable to help herself, Kat tilted her head and let him kiss her. She couldn’t help it. Kissing Solomon was sweet and sour all at once, it made her crave more, but then regret craving it. There was such duality within Kat, but only one thing in her entire life was clear: her love for Solomon Parker.

I do love him.
She knew that, without a doubt in her mind, her love for him was genuine.

"You look beautiful," Solomon whispered across her lips, his thick erection burning through the back of her tank top.

A smile curved her lips before she could help it. It wasn't the time for sex; they had a meeting to get to, a meeting they were already going to be late for.

"You need to get dressed."

"Do I?"

Kat moaned as his hand roamed her stomach up to her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A moan escaped her before she could shut her lips.

Stormy rainwater eyes met hers, as Solomon smiled at her like the snake smiled at Eve. That smile grated on Kat’s nerves, and made her want to see another expression entirely.

Twisting in his arms, Kat dropped to her knees fluidly in front of him, smiling up at him with wide, clear eyes. “Kit-Kat, you’re not going to—”

Kat licked Solomon from the base of his dick to the very tip before taking him completely into her mouth in one swift move that made his thighs shake and knees buckle. She might not have been the biggest fan of blow jobs, but for Solomon, she made an exception. There was just something about Solomon that made her want to step out of her comfort zone, made her want to shed that tough skin she wore in front of the Free Guns for the fun-loving girl she used to be. Solomon Parker made her feel… wicked.

Maybe it’s the control factor?
Kat thought, gently holding down Solomon's hips so he couldn't thrust into her mouth and gag her. There was just something about having a man moaning a girl’s name, and losing himself completely to make her feel positively cheery.

Kat tried to remember all the times her biker friends had talked about the recipe to a great blow job and the dos and don’ts. But almost instantly a naughty thought popped into her mind and, with all the time in the world, Kat slowly drew one of her hands across Solomon's hip and down between his muscular thighs. Very gently, Kat squeezed and massaged his balls, lightly running her fingernails against the sensitive flesh. If his deep and long groan of satisfaction was any indication, Solomon liked it. A lot.

Kat felt ready to take him a bit deeper. She relaxed her throat a little more and tried to give him the best blow job of his life. She let her hand wander further down to stroke just underneath his balls as she hummed softly in the back of her throat, remembering to breath through her nose and relax.

When Solomon surged into her mouth—nearly choking her—Kat was sure that she had done something very right. Solomon Parker wasn’t the type of man to lose his control, and if he did, it was only because he was purposely giving it up or because he had no choice. Kat thought it was the latter as his hip strained against her hand and he reached his hands down to tangle in her hair.

"Fuck, Kit-Kat!" Solomon gasped loudly and tugged at her hair helplessly. Laughing softly, Kat pulled back and licked the head of his dick, tasting the thick drop of pre-cum there.

"Careful, Solomon." Kat batted her eyes up at him and smiled coyly as she continued to massage his balls and slowly work her fingers up to the base of his dick. "I like my hair on my head."

Kat laughed softly before she went back to using her tongue and mouth on him. She was beginning to enjoy the taste of him on her tongue and the power she had over the big, bad biker. Solomon was completely at her mercy, and that thought alone was making her panties soaking wet. She didn’t even know why she’d bothered getting dressed when she subconsciously knew that they’d be doing this anyway.

"Fuck, Kat! Stop it or I’m going to cum down your throat," Solomon croaked, tugging at her hair gently, but urgently.

She gave his balls one last squeeze and his dick one last lick before moving her hands up his torso and pushing him back towards the bed, until he fell, and she climbed on top of him. Kat watched as Solomon wrapped his arms around her and sat up, his dick laying nearly flat against his stomach.

The air around them was charged, electrified. Before Kat knew it, Solomon was kissing her furiously, claiming her lips like he did every inch of her body. Lips sucked and nipped as his hands roved over her curves and dragged her even closer.

Drawing back from the kiss, Kat gasped in air and slowly moved her hips, grinding herself on his thigh. Solomon sat up and bent her back over his arm, giving Kat a clear view of the floor under her. Only being supported by his forearm freaked Kat out a little and she tried to lean forward, but Solomon’s hot mouth latched onto her nipple, sending pleasure shooting through her body.

"Oh! Sweet Jesus..." Kat moaned as he toyed with her nipples, using his teeth, tongue, and very skillful fingers to bring her pleasure.

Having a mind of their own, Kat’s fingernails trailed across his shoulders and back, biting into him when he hit a specific spot that sent electricity coursing through her. But even as Kat was enjoying his ministrations she wanted the control back—needed it.

"Solomon, I want to...
Lord
... try something!" She forced out a high-pitched gasp, as he blew hot air across one nipple while his fingers manipulated the other.

"Anything, Kit-Kat. What did you have in mind?"

Kat could almost laugh out loud at the casual note in his tone, but she was too busy moaning. "C-Condom first, and then..." her voice trailed off again, as the pleasure hit her with drugging force.

Solomon nodded and lifted his head, motioning for her to stand back up. Kat slowly got up, gently teasing him by rubbing her thigh against his erection. She got a dirty look from him, and a drop of pre-cum from his hard erection.

Kat had been dying to try something she had seen in one of those Kama Sutra books at the bookstore, but it hadn't been appropriate for one-night stands. With gentle force, she pushed Solomon back so he was sitting in the middle of the big bed, a curious expression on his face.

Maneuvering herself, she climbed on the bed backwards and slowly crawled back until her butt hit Solomon's stomach. Kat knew she was ready and really didn't need any more foreplay. She felt his hands grip her hips, and was glad for the balance as she levered herself up onto her knees.

"You ready?" Kat panted as she turned to face Solomon and watched realization dawn on his face. His hands gripped her hips a fraction tighter.

Reaching down between them, Kat grabbed his dick hearing him gasp out, and slowly began to lower herself onto him.
Fuck he’s big this way!
she thought frantically as she began to take him into her.

"I'm too big this way, Kit-Kat. I might actually break you." Solomon chuckled against her back, though the sound was strained.

“I’m willing to take that chance.”

Smiling past the discomfort, Kat swiveled her hips and ignored him as broken sighs and moans peeled from her lips, and the base of his dick kissed her ass. Kat trailed a hand across her breast, tweaking her nipple and feeling her muscles clamp tightly on him. They both moaned as she reached further down, giving his balls a quick tease before trailing her fingers further up.

"I want to..." Kat bit out, fingers poised over her clit.

She turned her neck to face Solomon, who wore a grim expression like he was in a lot of pain. He looked up into her eyes, managing a smile. Kat felt one of his hands reach up to her hair and grip her scalp while the other trailed around her body, fitting itself to her poised hand.

"Together." He took her lips in a brutal kiss and maneuvered their fingers to her clit.

Kat cried out into his mouth as both their fingers manipulated her clit into orgasm. Her body exploded as she pulled back from the kiss and bit Solomon's shoulder to keep from screaming. But it wasn't over, not by a long shot.

And right then Kat knew: they were going to be really, really late.