Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation Book 4), page 6
“You all slick and wet with my hands all over your body while you ride my dick?” He growled and reappeared at the door stroking his cock. “Yeah, we need to do it in the tub.”
My resistance to having sex in the tub was slipping. “I don’t think it’s big enough for what you have in mind.”
Pie stepped back and looked in to the bathroom again. “It’s plenty big for what I want to do for you, Bristol. Stop arguing with me and get your clothes off.”
“I’m too fat for that,” I blurted.
Pie’s hand dropped from his dick, and his eyes darted to me. “Come again?”
“I’m too fat to ride you in the tub, Pie. Let’s just do it on the bed.” Though the mood I was in five minutes ago was fading fast. Eating a pint of ice cream while I blubbered about being fat seemed more up my alley.
“Who the fuck told you that?”
I tipped my head to the side. “Uh, well, no one. It’s just what I think.”
Pie stalked toward me and grabbed my upper arms. “Who the hell called you fat?” he demanded.
“Uh, well,” I hemmed. Was I really going to answer this?
“Bristol,” he growled.
“The whole sixth-grade class, half of my eighth-grade class, and then in high school, I had gum put in my hair after being called Fatty. Also, three boyfriends and a guy I was casually sleeping with in culinary school.” There were more people to add to the list, but that was all I could think of off the top of my head. “And my sophomore year gym teacher. I overheard her talking to my math teacher that the reason I couldn’t run the mile was because my thighs were too fat and it was like watching two lard filled balloons slapping against each other.”
Pie didn’t really need to know all of that, but once I started talking, I couldn’t stop.
“Well, that’s a load of shit.”
I blinked. “If you say so.” I knew what I was and what I wasn’t. I wasn’t skinny and a size zero. I was a curvy sized sixteen—with a belly and thunder thighs. If you didn’t know what you were, you were just fooling yourself.
I was big, but that didn’t define me.
“You’re not fat, Bristol.”
I didn’t know if Pie was trying to convince me or himself. “It’s a matter of opinion I’ve found out.”
I did have people in my life who didn’t care about what I looked like. My appearance didn’t matter to family, and I did have two boyfriends after the college asshole who liked me for what I was.
“And my opinion is you’re perfect.”
That was a lie. Nothing about me was perfect, but I was happy with who I was. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Get in the tub,” he insisted.
I rolled my eyes. “I’d really rather not.” I knew what I was, but that didn’t mean I stopped feeling insecure about myself.
Pie was all tight skin and hard muscles while I was soft and, well, fluffy.
“What’s wrong with the bed? The bed is super comfy,” I insisted. As if Leo and Marco would give me a crappy mattress.
Pie shook his head and grabbed my hand. “We’re going in the tub, babe. It’s up to you if you go like this, or naked.”
“You are not going to put me in the tub with my clothes on, Pie. I’m not some filthy naughty child who doesn’t want to bathe.”
“You have ten seconds to decide, babe.” He pulled me flush against him and guided my hand to his dick. “Just know, if you choose not to get undressed, I’ll just do it myself.”
“And what if I say no?” I whispered. My hand stroked his cock, and I bit my bottom lip. My body was screaming yes, but my head wasn’t quite on board with hopping in the tub.
“Well, I’m just going to have to convince you, then.” He pressed a kiss to my neck, and I tipped my head back to give him better access. “I’ll start here,” he whispered against my skin.
“Oh, uh…” I gasped. That was a good place to start. Anytime Pie put his hands or lips on me was good.
He fingered the hem of my shirt, and his hand glided over my stomach. “You, me, all wet and slippery in the tub, Bristol. You’re gonna tell me that doesn’t sound like a good time?”
“Uh, can we keep the lights off?” I whispered. If I was being honest with myself, being in the tub with Pie sounded amazing, but my own stupid insecurities were stopping me.
“Babe,” he whispered. “You gotta know I need the lights on to worship your body.”
A shiver coursed through me. “Worship?”
Pie pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. “No other word to describe what it’s like to have you in my arms.”
This was going to come and bite me in the ass later. These sweet words were going to be my downfall. But for now, they were perfect. They were what I needed to hear. “We can try the tub, but if at any time I tell you to get out, we’re getting out.”
“You got it, babe,” he promised. His hands moved to the button of my jeans, and I worked on toeing off my shoes. My pants slid down my legs and pooled at my feet.
I reached around to unhook my bra while Pie tugged down my underwear.
“Have I ever told you how much I appreciate these sexy little panties you wear?” he asked.
“You can thank Torrid for them.” Cute matching bra and panty sets were my weakness. My wallet also took a hit for them.
“I’ll give them my last penny if it means I get to see you in them.”
I slid my bra down my arms and dropped it at my feet. “We should check to see if the water is done. I don’t think the Banachis would appreciate me flooding the bathroom.”
Pie stepped back and bent over. He planted his shoulder in my stomach and lifted me up. He slapped my bare ass and stalked into the bathroom. “You got some of that bubble shit we can dump in?”
“Bubble bath?” I laughed.
Pie walked to the edge of the tub and set me down until my feet hit the warm water in the tub. “Yeah, that shit.”
I nodded to the vanity. “I’m sure you can find something in there.” Greer had given me a basket full of lotions and soap for Christmas last year, and I hadn’t touched it.
Pie crouched in front of the vanity in all his naked glory and opened the cabinet. He grabbed the basket and rummaged around in it. “You think this peaches and cream shit will work?”
I laughed and held out my hand. “Let me look at it.”
Pie closed the cabinet and walked over to me. “If it is, pour a shit-ton in and then I’m climbing in.”
I rolled my eyes and looked at the label. “You’re in luck.” I popped open the bottle and poured some under the running water.
Pie grabbed the bottle from me and tossed it in the sink.
“The water isn’t even full yet,” I protested.
Pie prowled over to me and stepped into the tub. His hand glided over my cheek, and he tipped my head back. “I think there’s something I can do until it fills.” He pressed a hot, quick kiss to my lips. “Hold on to my shoulders, babe.”
I blinked rapidly. “What?” Before I could even try to figure out what he meant, Pie fell to his knees, and his face was right in front of my pussy. “Oh.”
Pie grabbed my hands and rested them on his shoulders.
“Hold on, Bri.” He pressed a kiss to my mound, and his wet hands glided up my legs. His tongue slipped through my slit while he grabbed my ass with his right hand. His left hand moved to my mound and parted my pussy lips.
“Oh, God,” I gasped.
His tongue lapped at my clit, and I leaned forward with my hands braced in his shoulders.
“If I fall and break my ass, please dress me before the ambulance shows up, yeah?”
Pie squeezed my ass, but his mouth didn’t leave my pussy.
The water continued to pour into the tub while the bubbles foamed around Pie’s legs.
His tongue flicked and licked my clit while two of his fingers kept my lips parted. Pie’s thumb pressed at my opening and gently probed.
“Pie,” I moaned.
His mouth closed around my clit, and he sucked deep.
I raised up on my tiptoes and moaned loudly.
Holy shit.
He nipped my clit with his teeth and then soothed the pain with a swipe of his tongue. His mouth should be registered as a deadly weapon because I was about to keel over right there in the tub.
Pie’s mouth left my pussy, and he tipped his head back to look at me. His fingers took over what his mouth was doing, and my eyes connected with his.
“You’re gonna come for me, Bri,” he ordered.
“Yes,” I moaned. There was no sense in denying it. I was about to come all over Pie’s fingers, and then I planned to do it all over again on his dick.
Pie’s finger circled my clit, and my orgasm rolled through me. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and I clamped my eyes shut.
“That’s it, babe. Give it to me,” he whispered.
His name ripped from my lips. “Pie, I need you.”
Pie dropped his hand from me and reached to turn off the water. “We get too much water in here and we’re going to flood the bathroom.”
Good thing Pie was thinking about the water because it was the furthest thing from my mind.
Pie slipped onto his butt and moved to the other end of the tub. He pulled me down, and my dropped my knees on either side of his hips. The water covered Pie to mid chest, and it hit me in the middle of my stomach.
I laid my hands on Pie’s chest and traced his grim reaper tattoo.
He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “You okay?”
I nodded, slid my hand up his chest, and snaked it around his neck. “Never better.”
I positioned my body above Pie’s dick and reached into the water to stroke him. Pie laid his hand on my waist and pushed me down until he was deep inside me.
“God damn,” he groaned. “It’s like you get tighter every time we fuck.”
I clenched the walls of my pussy around his cock and pulled up. “And I think your dick gets bigger every time we fuck.”
Pie growled and pulled me back down. “That’s all your doing, babe. You make me so fucking hard, I feel like I’m going to explode.”
A sense of pride washed over me. “That’s a nice thing to say.”
Pie pushed up and pressed his lips to mine. “I’m not interested in nice right now, Bristol.”
A thrill rushed over me.
“Ride me, babe. Fucking ride me,” he ordered.
“Okay,” I whispered.
Pie’s other hand moved to my waist, and I shifted my hands to his shoulders. I moved up and slid back down. My insecurities crept in when I noticed the water sloshing and rolling in the tub. I was going to drown both of us if I kept moving.
Pie quickly reached up and grabbed my chin. “What’s wrong, Bri?” he asked gently.
I shook my head. “Nothing.” Everything.
“Bristol. Tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
“I’m fat,” I blurted. “I’m fat, and the water is going to go everywhere if I keep moving like this.” Why the heck did Pie have to be so observant? I literally had two seconds of doubt, and he saw it instantly.
“You think I care about that?” he asked. “My dick is buried inside your vise-like pussy. Nothing else fucking matters right now.” His thumb pressed against my bottom lip. “Now fucking move before I put you over my knee and spank that lush ass.”
For a second, I thought he was telling me to move off him, but he bucked his hips under me and I realized he meant to get back to riding him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had tried to warn Pie numerous times, so now I was going to give him what he was asking for, even if it meant I was going to flood the bathroom. I started slow, but that didn’t last for long. Three strokes later, I forgot everything I had just told Pie.
The only thing that mattered was the man between my legs and the way he made me feel.
Pie’s hands roamed over my body, and I focused on the feel of his dick moving in and out of me.
“Bristol,” he groaned. His eyes were hooded with desire, and his hands drifted to my ass. He gripped each cheek and squeezed. “Keep going,” he urged.
My orgasm slowly built, and a chill ran up my spine. “Oh, God,” I gasped.
Pie leaned forward and caught my nipple with his lips. He sucked hard, and my head fell back. I moved my hips up and down, and Pie wrapped his arms around me. I moved faster until I couldn’t control it, and I tipped over the edge again.
My pussy milked Pie’s dick, and he groaned my name.
His fingers gripped my waist, and he urged me to keep moving. My body was on autopilot, and my orgasm rushed over me.
Pie moaned and pressed his mouth to mine. I sucked on his bottom lip, and his hands dug into my hips. “Fuck yes.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deep.
“God damn, Bri,” he whispered. “How the fuck do you do that to me?”
I smiled against his mouth. “I guess I like riding.”
“You sure the fuck do, babe.”
I laid my head on his chest, and he reclined until his back touched the side of the tub. “I think I need to use this tub more often.” And for the record, I wasn’t too big for it. Even with Pie in here with me, I wasn’t even touching the sides of the tub and there was plenty of room for me to stretch out.
“That sounds like a damn good idea, babe.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “Can we just lay here for a second?” I asked.
Pie chuckled. “My legs are pretty much Jell-O right now, Bristol. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” I whispered. I needed to just enjoy the moment. I liked being here with Pie, and that was all I was going to think about.
“But give me fifteen minutes, and we’re gonna test out your bed next,” he promised.
I opened my eyes and tipped my head back to look at him. “Deal.”
*
Chapter Nine
I know…
Pie
Bristol snored gently next to me with her arm draped over my chest and her head on my shoulder.
We had thoroughly broken in her bed—twice—and even snuck into the kitchen to have ice cream and leftover cookies from lunch. Now Bristol was passed out, and I didn’t think she was going to budge until morning.
After every time I fell into bed with Bristol, I wondered how I got so lucky.
How did this beautiful woman think I was good enough to even look at her, let alone share her bed? Bristol was the thing wet dreams were made of. Lush breasts, thick thighs, and the face of an angel. She was fucking perfect.
Way too good for me.
Bristol was a chef who lived in the lap of luxury. As if she would want to trade this all in to ride on the back of my bike and fall into my shitty bed every night.
I sighed and stared up at the ceiling.
Bristol deserved a better life than the one I could give her.
She deserved the kind of life that Marco could provide.
I needed to get out of here.
Every time I stayed the night, I was only fooling myself into thinking that Bristol would want me for anything more than a quick, dirty fuck.
I rolled out of bed, careful to not wake her, and grabbed my jeans from the floor.
I had to stop doing this. In the end, I was only going to get fucked over, and not in the good way that ends with Bristol and me naked.
Five minutes later, I was dressed and standing next to my bike.
“Damn,” Princeton called. “Did you actually get somewhere with Bristol?”
I threw my leg over my bike. “I guess I got lucky.”
Princeton moved from the shadows and folded his arms over his chest. “Or she knocked you the fuck out and you just came to,” he laughed.
She had knocked me out in the sense that I didn’t know what way was up when I left her bed. Each time the truth of who I was and what she was blared loudly in front of my face.
I laughed and shook my head. “You’re far from the truth, brother.”
“Is this going to be a usual thing now?” he asked.
I grabbed my helmet and put it on. “Uh, probably not. I doubt Bristol is going to want me anymore.”
Princeton tipped his head to the side. “You hurt her?” he asked.
“Again, you’re far from the truth, Princeton.” If anything, I was going to be the one to get hurt in the end if I didn’t stop seeing Bristol.
“You know she’s not one of your club girls, right?”
“I know,” I called. That truth was always staring me in the face.
“You say you know that, but it seems like you’re treating her just like one.”
He was right. She deserved more than me sneaking in and out of her bed at night.
I cranked up my bike and nodded to Princeton. “Don’t worry. You won’t be seeing me around her anymore.”
This had to end. I wasn’t good enough for her, and I was just torturing myself.
Princeton eyed me warily. “We’ll see about that.”
The drive back to the clubhouse was peaceful and quiet. Rockton was pretty dead at three in the morning, and it just gave me more time to torture myself by thinking of Bristol.
I had enough going on in my life right now. Adding Bristol to it was too much. I needed to focus on the club and not Bristol’s sweet kiss and lush body.
Tonight was the last night I would spend with her.
I turned into the clubhouse and killed the engine.
It needed to stop before I got in too deep.
The thing of it was, I was already in too deep, and it hurt like hell knowing Bristol wasn’t going to be mine. There were better things out there for her, and I wasn’t one of them.
*
Chapter Ten
Settle for chocolate…
Bristol
He was gone.
While he normally stayed the night and left in the morning, this time, he didn’t even wait ‘til the sun rose to hightail it out of here.
The sun streamed in my window, and threw my arm over my eyes.
“You’re an idiot, Bristol Booth,” I groaned out loud.
