Lenore pours half a bottle of Grey Goose into the lemonade, refilling the pitcher after we finished the first one. Once she lost the uptight act, she wasn’t all that bad. She told me stories about when Riggs was little. There weren’t many but the few she told had me smiling. My favorite was the one she told about Riggs and Bones lighting the garbage cans on fire.
Robert watched off to the side as Riggs chased Eric around the grass, building his courage to join in before three generations ran around the yard chasing a soccer ball. It wasn’t perfect, there was still tension between Riggs and his parents but they were trying and in turn so was he.
Later that night, I left Riggs and Eric on the bed and drew myself a bath. The bathroom connected to our room was almost the size of our apartment. The minute I sank into the bubbles I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, the only thing missing was Prince singing in my ear.
Relaxed, I close my eyes and rest my head against the back of the tub. My fingers shrivel but I continue to stay buried beneath the bubbles when the door creaks open and I force my eyes open. Leaning against the door frame, wearing nothing but a fitted pair of boxer briefs, Riggs fixes his hungry eyes on mine. I try to hold his gaze but my eyes wander down his tattooed body. Every piece of ink tells the story of who he was and who he became. Today, I learned a little of who Riggs used to be before the Satan’s Knights MC and I love those broken pieces just as much as the colorful package he’s become.
“Eric’s sleeping,” he says, pushing off the frame of the door, casually striding toward me. “How’s the water?”
“Cold now,” I hoarsely reply, cocking my head to the side as he kneels in front of the tub. Nonchalantly he dips his hand under the lukewarm water and touches my thigh.
You feeling frisky, Tiger?” I ask as he caresses my leg brushing away what’s left of the bubbles so I’m exposed to his hungry eyes.
“Why, Kitten?” He smirks, lifting his gaze as his hand curls around my thigh. “You wanna play?” He asks mischievously as his fingers tickle the inside of my thigh, trailing higher and higher. I open my mouth to speak but the words get lost on my tongue as his fingers glide over my pussy.
“Hmm.” He probes, his infamous grin slyly displayed across his face as he continues to stroke me.
“You don’t play fair,” I hiss as he slides two fingers inside me. I close my eyes, loving the feel of him and arch my body against his hand making slight waves around me.
“Maybe not,” he says thoughtfully. “But I always get you off first. Sounds like a win-win to me,” he counters, expertly moving and curling his fingers inside me. “You want to get off, Kitten, don’t you?”
“Mmm,” I murmur. His fingers leave me as he swirls his thumb over my clit. Water splashes as I widen my legs as much as I can, throwing one over the edge of the tub. My eyes shoot to him as he slams his fingers back where I want them and smiles cockily.
“Yeah, you want to get off,” he states. Leaning over my leg he turns his gaze beneath the water to his hand. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans or maybe he whimpers.
Actually, it’s me. I’m the one whimpering because he’s right, it is hot and incredible, and not enough. I close my hand around his wrist and stare into his eyes. He knows the look I’m giving him, he’s real familiar with it. It’s the look I give him when I’m desperate for his dick. The look that tells him this Kitten wants to get fucked hard.
“Up you go,” he says, pulling his hand away. He slides his hands under my arms and lifts me out of the tub, water splashes everywhere as I wrap my arms and legs around him. Carefully he walks across the wet tiles being sure he doesn’t slip and send us both flying, he makes his way to the counter. Setting me on top of it, he removes my arms from around his neck and places my palms flat against the counter.
“Don’t move,” he warns. I lick my lips as his hands move from mine and he works his boxers down his thick, muscular legs. Stepping between my legs, he grabs my thighs and secures them around his waist, pressing his thickness against my core.
“You going to scream for me?” He growls against my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth and tugging slightly.
My ass slides further against the counter, craving the friction of his dick rubbing against me.
“Loud and proud, Tiger,” I say reaching for him.
“Didn’t I tell you not to move?” He grunts, reaching between us to wrap his fist around his cock.
“Don’t you know by now I don’t follow instructions?” I counter breathlessly. He rubs the swollen head of his cock along my entrance.
“Tell me how you want it? Talk to me, Kitten, give me the good stuff,” he says, continuously stroking himself with one hand. His free hand reaches behind me and squeezes my ass, pushing me forward, I think he’s going to finally give me what I need but all he does is tease me more.