Chapter 8
Jett “Maverick”
I return home to find Kitty pulling up on her bike. Those lean legs of hers in her riding denims and the way they hug the bike make my dick spring into action. What the hell? Trying to distract myself I turn away and pretend to pick something off the ground.
The sky is almost dark with that duskiness where you can see the moon that is a quarter moon this evening. The deep, darkest purples give off a beautiful scene to look at above.
She purrs the bike past me almost taking my ass with her. “You bitch,” I shout at her raising my free fist in the air. “What are you thinking? You almost ran my ass over.” I could feel the heat of her engine as she skimmed my butt. Lunatic that is what she is.
She stops the bike and turns the ignition off. It comes to a slow humming silence. Damn she has a nice bike. I watch as she lifts the helmet off her head and allows her gorgeous blonde hair to cascade down. It’s like watching some kind of waterfall with the rippling effect. Her eyes are narrowed. The only think that doesn’t remind me of a mermaid, as they shoot daggers at me. If looks could kill, yep I would be a dead man for sure.
“You should thank yourself, that I didn’t just take you out. You saw me coming. Not my problem jackass.” She shrugs like I’ve not just been hit by her huge bike.
“Is that what you’re gonna call me now, Jackass? You’re such a little brat, you know that?”
She shrugs her shoulders like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Only she does since my gang are now onto her and why she might be here in the country. Me, personally I want to know why she is here too. There is definitely more to it than coming home to visit her mother. Sick or not. From Russia to America is some helluva distance to cover. This ain’t no holiday. Ekaterina has a hidden agenda.
Then there are the rumors she is with the Black Vultures club. Wolfgang and I don’t see eye-to-eye. I’ve never liked the way he has run his club. They physically hurt people without remorse, there is no right or wrong in his M.C. They’re purely in it for themselves.
She flicks her hair over her shoulder, and if that doesn’t make me catch my breath. Everything about her is so damn sexy that it’s difficult to make my heart stop pounding like it is. I wish there was some kind of off button to permanently stop my pulse from racing and my heart beating so fast.
I take in the way she dismounts from the bike, casting one lean leg over and then stands on both her feet hip width apart. “What ’cha looking at fuck-head? You never seen a woman before or something? You want little Kitty here to show you what to do?” she says throwing her head back laughing out loud. Damn her neck is sexy, all milky white and ready to be bitten. Fuck, my dick is going nuts in my biker jeans pressing against the zipper.
“You’re a brat, Kitty. I get plenty of woman action thanks, sometimes two or three at once. I don’t need you to show me how to please a woman. I’ve been licking out cunt since before you were even out of school. Take that you little shit.” Angry with myself for being so turned on because of her, I walk away and swing through the front door moodily.
I can still hear her laughing as she walks behind me. “Yeah, I know what a man-whore you are Jett. A total man-slut. I’m surprised you don’t have a dose of the clap every now and then.”
Man, she riles me the shit up. I turn to her and start walking towards her backing her against the wall by the front door. She lifts her chin defiantly as I slam one hand on the wall above her head. “My girls are always clean. I never go with anyone that hasn’t been tested. What are you jealous Kitty-Kat?”
She sneers at me. “You have got to be kidding me. I wouldn’t ever be jealous of you douchebag. Besides,” she says haughtily, her Russian accent heavy doing all kinds of weird shit to my mind and my body. Her chest rises and falls, a sure sign she is aroused by my boxing her against the wall as I place my other hand up to the other side of her head.
She smells of coconut and mango. I have no idea if it’s her body wash or her shampoo. Whichever it is, the fragrance is driving my senses into serious overdrive right now.
“I wouldn’t want your cock that has been in thousands of cunts anywhere near my precious Kitty.” Oh, my life. Her mouth is dirty and she knows what she’s saying. It’s like the little brat wants to fire me up even more, like I’m not already burning up inside. Just a fraction more and our lips will meet. I could slide my tongue into her warm, wet mouth and taste her. I wonder what she tastes of. Cigarettes maybe? Booze? Suddenly it is all I want to do. I have to force myself to release her.
“You’re jealous and you know you. Well trust me, I would never want to go in your hole. I’m sure you have had your fair share of men and then some.” I walk backwards from her and then turn.
“Oh, you bet I have. Big ones, small ones, fat ones, nice juicy thick ones. I’ve had them all, Maverick. Each time pleasuring me beyond my wildest dreams, begging for more and more cock.”
The fuck. I want to punch the wall right now thinking of any man having been inside Kitty. What the hell on earth is happening to me? Since when have I ever in my entire life been jealous? And of men with my stepsister? Not natural. Maybe I need to go and speak to a shrink. My shoulders tense, my back straightens and my fists clench by my thighs.
“What? Now who is jealous, Maverick?”