Indulgence (292 page)

The fact we were in my backyard turned me on so damn much.
And I knew it would be turning Kick on, too. He liked to fuck out in the open,
and we’d had sex in a lot of strange places over the years.

“Babe, you with me?” he asked, snapping my attention back to
what he was doing.

“Yeah, I’m waiting patiently for you to show me who the man
is,” I said, goading him.

“Darlin’, this is about so much more than showing you who
the man is, ‘cause I think we can both agree who the fuckin’ man is here.” His
lips brushed over mine again, his teeth lightly biting them. With his gaze
firmly fixed to mine, he reached a hand down to my pussy and pushed two fingers
in. Rough and hard, causing my body to slide a little. “
No
, this is
about showing you who owns your body.” He slid his fingers out and then pushed
them both back in, hard again, and I moaned at the pleasure he caused.

He kept this up, working me towards heaven.

Working me towards admitting to him who owned my body.
Although, it wasn’t really a secret.

He’d almost brought me to orgasm when he pulled his fingers
out and moved his hands to my t-shirt. Pushing it up to expose my breasts, he
then pulled my bra cups down to let my breasts fall out and into his mouth.

My pussy cried out her need, and I begged, “Kick, what the
fuck?”

He had a handful and mouthful of boob and wasn’t letting go,
but his eyes looked up at mine in a ‘what?’ glance.

“You had me so close, baby,’ I complained.

He let my boob fall out of his mouth. “Really?” he asked
with a smug look on his face.

Fine. If that was how he wanted to play this, two could play
at that game. “It’s all good, I can take care of this,” I said as I reached
down to bring myself to orgasm.

He sat back and watched as I pushed my fingers inside and
did what I really wanted him to do. I thought for sure he would take over, but
he didn’t. Instead, he took hold of his dick and began pumping it while keeping
his eyes trained on my pussy.

Fuck.

My plan had backfired, but I had another one up my sleeve.

I quickly sat up and moved so I could push him onto his back
and straddle him. Positioning myself over his cock, I pushed down to take him
inside.

“Fuck!” he roared as his face clearly showed the pleasure I
was giving him.

His hands came to my hips and held me tight as I fucked him.

He’d already worked me up with his fingers so I wasn’t far
off, and the angle I was fucking him at now always got me there faster. As I
felt my orgasm about to explode around me, I fucked him harder and faster,
desperate for it.

We came together and both cried out our pleasure. I pressed
my hands against his chest as I took every last drop of heaven I could find.
When I finally opened my eyes, I found him watching me with lust-filled eyes.

I moved off him so I could lay on the grass next to him,
curled into his side, head on his arm that had come around my shoulders. “I
guess I wear the pants in this relationship,” I murmured against his chest.

His body gently shook as he chuckled. “Was there any fuckin’
doubt, sweetheart?”

I smiled and closed my eyes.

I loved my man, but I
really
loved how he let me
think I had some control when we both knew neither of us had any control.

Our hearts ruled us.

And we each ruled each other.

*****

The next morning, Kick made me run late for a dentist
appointment after fucking me in bed and then again in the shower. I was running
around my house like a mad woman trying to get everything together when the dentist’s
receptionist called to move my appointment to a later time slot. I rescheduled
with her and then dropped my phone into my bag, relieved I now had a chance to
calm down and get ready without the panic.

Kick grinned and came towards me, his hands reaching for the
button on my jeans. I slapped his hand away. “No,” I said firmly, giving him
the evil eye. “You’ve had your fill this morning and I’m all out of orgasms.”

He smirked. “Baby, you are
never
out of orgasms.”

I raised my brows, trying to look stern. “I am today.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he said, “So you’ve got a
dentist appointment and then what?”

“Then I’ve got work. Why?”

“I’m just trying to figure out how long until I can get my
dick out again.” When I smirked, he added, “You don’t seem to realise just what
you do to me, Evie.”

I put my hand on my hip, settling in to hear this. “Tell me,
Kick, what do I do to you?”

He uncrossed his arms and took the few strides separating
us. “You cause an insatiable fuckin’ need in me that I’ve never experienced
before. Even if I fucked you all day long, I’d still never get enough.”

Oh god.

My core clenched.

Maybe I
did
have more orgasms in me today.

He traced my lips and then cupped my cheek before kissing
me. “I’m taking you to your appointment and then to work, and then I’m picking
you up from work and taking you back to my house. Today we play my way. With my
toys,” he growled, and I felt his growl all the way through my body.

Hell yes.

He slapped my ass and said, “Hurry up and finish getting
ready. We need to make a quick detour past my place on the way.”

I did as I was told, and fifteen minutes later he had me on
the back of his bike and we were on our way to his house. As I hugged him, I
couldn’t stop thinking about how good it was to have him back in my life. Thank
goodness for second chances, and even third chances. I knew some people hated
the idea of love the second time around because they felt it meant so much
wasted time, and while I agreed, I truly believed that sometimes you just
weren’t ready for each other the first time. Or in mine and Kick’s case, the
second time.

We dropped by Kick’s place and he picked something up before
we headed to my dentist. I was surprised when he made another detour on the
way. We pulled up outside a rundown house and I wondered who lived here. I
hopped off his bike and removed my helmet, waiting for him to tell me what we
were doing here. However, he simply took his helmet off, dumped it on his bike,
grabbed my hand and led me towards the front door.

After he knocked, I asked, “What are we doing here, Kick?”

He seemed so serious. “You’ll see.”

A guy dressed in what looked to be thrift shop clothing
opened the door and ushered us in. He also seemed very serious, and I felt a
little anxious, but at the same time, I knew Kick wouldn’t put me in harm’s way
so this must be a safe place.

“Thanks for coming, man. She wasn’t supposed to be here
until tomorrow, but her old man beat her up bad enough last night for her to
leave earlier, and I just want to get her out of town as soon as possible,” the
guy said to Kick.

“No worries, Brian, I’m just fuckin’ glad she’s finally
decided enough’s enough. And King will be, too.”

Brian eyed me over his shoulder and then looked at Kick.
“This your woman?”

“Yeah, eyes off,” Kick replied firmly, his message loud and
clear.

Brian held his hands up. “Hey, no problem, I’ve got enough
to worry about with my old lady. I got no clue how men handle more than one
woman at a time.”

Kick chuckled, but all traces of humour were gone when we
made it into a bedroom at the back of the house. Sitting on a bed was a woman
who looked to be just under thirty. I sucked in a breath at the sight of her
face. Her old man had done some serious damage; she could hardly see out of one
eye and the rest of her face was heavily bruised, as was her neck and upper
chest area. I shuddered to think what her clothes hid.

Kick knelt in front of her, his face a mask of anger. “Fuck,
Jen . . .” His voice trailed off as he took in her bruises.

She winced as she tried to speak. “I’m here now, yeah?”

He nodded and swore under his breath again. “We’re getting
you out of Sydney today, and I don’t want to ever see you back here again.”

She agreed, and Kick stood. He walked out of the room, and
after Brian spoke to the woman for a couple of minutes, he followed Kick out.

“You’ve told King she’s here?” Kick asked as he pulled an
envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Brian.

“Yeah, he’s going to swing by a little later today to see
her before she leaves,” Brian answered, opening the envelope and flicking
through the wads of cash inside.

I was stunned. There had to be thousands in that envelope.

Kick frowned. “It’s all there, as promised,” he muttered.

Brian shoved the envelope in his pocket. “Thanks, I
appreciate it.”

“I’ll let you know when I have more,” Kick promised, and
then grabbed my hand and led me out of the house.

I was glad to walk outside. Not only was that house rundown,
it felt depressing inside, with old furniture and little decoration. Kick
seemed on a mission to get back to his bike, but I tugged on his hand to slow
him down. When he looked back at me with a questioning glance, I asked, “What
was that about?”

He stopped walking and turned to face me. Jerking his chin
towards the house, he said, “That’s a safe house for battered women, and we
help them escape their motherfucker husbands and boyfriends and get them out of
Sydney.”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“King, Brian and me.”

“And where did you get all that money from?” I asked the
question I figured he might not answer, but there was no harm in trying.

He sucked in a breath and avoided my eyes for a moment, but
he surprised me when he looked back at me and said, “I got it off a druggie
scum-of-the-earth asshole, and trust me babe, you don’t want to know what
happened to him, but let’s just say the earth breathed a little easier that
day.” He finished talking and then waited for my reply, his eyes wary. He had
no need to worry, though, because I had no problems with the earth breathing a
little easier.

I gave him a smile that I hoped told him how I felt. “So you
were just redistributing the wealth, so to speak?”

He stared at me for just a moment longer with that serious
gaze, and then broke out in a smile. I watched as his shoulders loosened and
his breathing evened out. “Yeah, you could say that. King leaves me in charge
of financing the operation so whenever we come across extra cash, I put it
aside.” He paused for a moment before giving me a regretful look. “I wish I
could have given you that money to bail your Dad out, but it was already
promised to Brian by then.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Kick. And besides, you
found another way to help.”

He nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“Who was that woman?” I asked quietly. I had the sense she
was more than just a stranger who needed help.

“Jen is an ex of King’s. They dated a long time ago, and she
left him for the asshole who nearly ended up killing her.”

I had never met King before, but he sounded like a good guy
if he still looked out for an ex, as well as all these other women who needed
help. “I’d like to meet King one day,” I said softly.

He smiled again. “I can organise that, baby,” he said,
giving me something I had wanted for a very long time.

He’d given me a piece of himself he’d kept hidden for so
long by promising to introduce me to his friend.

“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling like we’d just taken
another huge step towards our future.

*****

“What are you doing home alone? I thought you and Kick
couldn’t get enough of each other these days,” Maree said into the phone.

I tucked the phone between my ear and my shoulder to free my
hands. “We were going to spend the afternoon playing with his toys but he had
to do some club work,” I said as I grabbed the ice cream out of the fridge.

“Fuck, you’re a lucky woman. What kind of toys are we
talking here? And shit, it’s nine pm babe, why isn’t he back yet?”

I laughed, scooping ice cream into my mouth. “I think he
meant his remote control car, shit like that,” I joked with her.

I could picture her poking her tongue at me. “Very funny,
Evie.”

“Well, seriously, what kind of toys do you think he meant?
Mind you, I think Kick could even make playing with a remote control car sexy.”

She sighed. “I think you’re probably right.”

“We’ll have to play another day, though. He rang about half
an hour ago and said he’d be busy for a while so he’d see me tomorrow.”

“Bugger. You’ll have to play with BOB instead.”

She spoke the truth. I’d been horny all day imagining
amazing sex with Kick, so I’d have to take care of that myself now. “I should
video it and send it to him.”

She started coughing and spluttering. “God, you just made me
almost choke on my drink. I think that’d be an awesome idea. Serves him right
for cancelling on you.”

I put the lid back on the ice cream and placed the tub back
in the freezer. Taking hold of my phone again, I began walking to my bedroom.
“I was kidding, Maree. Whatever he’s doing obviously needs his attention and if
I sent him that, he’d be so distracted.”

“I guess,” she mused, not sounding convinced, “but I’d still
send it.”

“That’s cause you’re a bitch and like your men to pay when
they don’t make good on promises.”

Laughing, she agreed, “Yeah, I do.”

A noise outside distracted me and caused my heart rate to
spike.

Shit, was that someone out there?

“Maree, I think there’s someone outside my house. Can you
stay on the phone while I go and check?”

“Fuck . . . yeah, go,” she said, her voice tinged with
concern.

“Thanks,” I said as I switched the outside lights on and
slid the back door open. I took a tentative step, not seeing or hearing anyone,
but that noise had pretty much convinced me someone had been out here.