Chloe got into the car with Lori, and Lori stared straight ahead. Lori had been late to pick her up at her cottage, and she was never late.
She could tell something was bothering Lori, as she was driving faster than usual.
“What’s going on?” she asked her.
“Nothing,” Lori said.
“I heard that Brooklyn is letting Forest and his band play at the Filling Station tomorrow night. Word is spreading quickly. I guess they have a big following. You’re working the bar, right?” she asked.
“Yeah, so I guess it will be a busy night for me.”
“That’s a good thing. You’re not still looking for another job, are you?” she asked her.
“I think I work enough,” she said, sounding rather snappy. Chloe couldn’t take it any longer. She turned in her seat, pushed her ponytail behind her shoulder, and demanded information.
“Okay? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re being a total bitch.”
“What?” Lori asked, turning to look at her and then back to the road.
“You are. I get it. I know that for some reason Mateo and his brothers make you nervous, but it’s their dojo that offers the self-defense classes and kickboxing classes. Plus, they’re friends with Cesar and most of the men we know who are in law enforcement. Hell, their brother Leif, who is super freaking hot, is a cop in town. I don’t understand why you fear them so much.”
“I don’t fear them,” she snapped again, looked at Chloe with a dirty expression and then looked back at the road. She gripped the steering wheel.
“What is it? I mean you look freaking awesome. Your arms are all defined and toned, your legs, too, never mind those super abs. I’ve been at this longer, and I still don’t have abs like yours.”
“I work out and do other things besides this dojo.”
“I know you run. Bucky and Hobbs said they saw you running at five o’clock in the morning.”
“I’m an early riser.”
“You leave the bar at closing most nights at four in the morning.”
“Sometimes I can’t sleep. Too wired, so I go running when I get off. Exercise relaxes me. It helps clear my head.”
“Well then it’s a good thing we’re doing the kickboxing class today because something is on your mind ticking you off,” she said and exhaled.
Lori pulled into the parking spot and turned off the ignition.
“I have some stuff on my mind. I’m sorry if I was bitchy. I need this workout today. A hard workout to get my brain to stop thinking.” Chloe reached over and touched her hand.
“Anything I can help with? You know that me, and a lot of other people, have your back, don’t ya?” she asked.
Lori nodded. “It’s just something personal I can’t talk about. I know you’re all here for me, and I appreciate that. Are you ready?”
“I am if you are. My legs and ass may have a different response when the session is done,” Chloe said, and Lori chuckled.
“You’ll be fine.”
* * * *
Marco had his eyes on Lori the entire workout session. A quick glance at his brother Kyran and he noticed his brother Kyran did, too. She was fired up, almost angry as she worked out until she couldn’t punch the bag or lift her leg to kick it. He wondered what was up with her. He always did. He often wondered why she barely said two words to him or his brothers and never made membership payments herself. Instead, she got her friends or Chloe to do it. It was like she avoided them and any possibility of talking to them.
Well, she had to talk to him now, as she lay on the mat spent and breathing heavily. He lowered to a squatting position, taking in the sight of her. Long, dirty-blonde hair, muscular arms, a firm, tight belly, she was in excellent physical condition. By the way she did these workouts, ran all the time, and even came to the self-defense classes, she could probably teach.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
She looked at him and lifted up to her elbows. Sweat dripped down her neck and into the deep cleavage of her breasts. Her tank top was a thin, see-through, white material that revealed more of her toned, sexy body. She was so damn sexy he could hardly control his body’s reaction.
Her lips parted.
“I’m fine. Just need a minute and then a long, cold drink,” she said to him. Her friend Chloe took that moment to come over and hand Lori a large water bottle.
“Here ya go, killer. I swear I don’t know where all that hostility comes from. You’re so sweet,” Chloe said, and Kyran squinted at her and wondered what she could have hostility toward. He knew very little about her, and she definitely kept to herself.
“No hostility, just enjoying a good workout,” she replied.
She went to stand but then sat back down. When she attempted a second time, Kyran held out his hand for her to take. He pulled her right up, but the attraction he felt touching her hand and staring into her eyes seemed to have affected her, too. They locked gazes, and then her expression changed. She seemed pissed off, or maybe disgusted. She pulled from him and turned toward Chloe.
“You ready?” she asked. Chloe looked at Marco and Kyran, gave them sympathetic smiles like she knew they were attracted to Lori, but Lori wasn’t having anything to do with it.
“Thank you. I’ll see you Thursday,” Chloe said to them.
“How about you, Lori? When do you plan on coming next?” Kyran asked her.
The entire ride home Lori wondered what would happen. Her mind fast forwarded to that kiss they shared. She then pulled on her shirt and worried she may smell like food or beer or something. She reached into her bag, and as she drove, she sprayed some body spray. This was bad. Really, really bad, she thought as she pulled into the small driveway and Kyran pulled his truck in behind her.
When she got to her door, she faced him.
“Well, thank you for following me home, but it wasn’t necessary.”
“Aren’t you going to invite me in, offer me a drink, so we can talk?”
“Kyran.” She said his name, and he reached up to hold her cheek and head with one hand, and he kissed her. It was sweet and brief. “Ask me in and we’ll talk some more.”
She wasn’t sure why she opened the door, but the second it was closed, she felt her heart racing and her body needy. She didn’t resist when Kyran pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
His hands felt incredible as they eased along under her skirt to her ass and he squeezed and thrust his hips against her while he used his tongue to explore her mouth.
She loved how it felt. The dips of muscles, the cords of steel in his arms as he maneuvered between her legs, slid under her panties and thrust two fingers up into her cunt.
She gasped and pulled from his mouth, and he suckled her neck and bent her lower so she was forced to hold on to his arms and accept his fingers and his mouth’s exploration.
When her feet left the floor, she held on to him, lifted and straddled his waist, her skirt now up to her waist and his fingers thrusting inside her.
He lowered her to the bed, pulled his fingers from her cunt, and went for the zipper and button on her skirt. She stared at him in shock and awe of the god before her. He dragged her skirt and panties down and then lifted his shirt over his head.
“What are we doing, Kyran? This is crazy,” she said to him yet she didn’t want to stop. She didn’t dare think of the consequences of this.
“What we should have done months ago and could have been doing since then.”
He undid his pants then dropped his drawers, and her mouth gaped open at the sight of him. A long, thick, hard cock stood at attention. His hips dipped in with muscles that led lower to clad, iron-hard thighs and super-defined abs. He pressed a thigh between her bare legs and then lowered to help her remove her top and her bra.
“Damn baby, you’re perfect. You’re a fucking supermodel.” He lowered to feast on her breasts. He suckled a nipple and part of her breast into his mouth while he cupped the other one.
When he pulled from the tip, he made demands on her that turned her on and pushed her to enjoy and accept this. No matter what it was.
“Touch me. It’s you that made my cock this fucking hard,” he said to her, and she reached down and caressed his shaft. She ran her hands up and down it until he was panting, and then he grabbed her hands and pushing them above her head.
He used his thighs to spread hers so she was wide open to him.
“I need to grab a condom. You stay like this. Open for me, accepting to me.”
She panted for breath and felt her cunt drip with cream.
“I’m on birth control.”
His eyes glazed over, and he licked his lips then lowered to begin to feast in her chest again.
He gave her hands a tap. “Keep them up there. Relinquish control to me,” he said and holy shit—did she just come from his words alone? My God.
“I love this fucking belly ring, but I hate that other men love it, too.” He slid his hand along the design of her tattoo that went from her hip to her groin in color.
“A fighter flower huh?” he asked, and she was surprised that he knew the Chinese symbols and recognized the floral design. He licked along it, and when he got to her groin, he suckled hard.
His tongue moved closer and closer to where she wanted it, needed it to go. When he plunged his tongue into her cunt and then began to lift her legs over his shoulders, she gasped and raised her hands to steady herself. He stopped immediately.
“Arms up until I say not to,” he ordered. She responded, shocking herself. He licked his lips.
“I promise you pleasure, Lori. Pure pleasure,” he said and then stroked fingers into her cunt while he went back to licking and suckling her skin, arousing her further.
She felt her body tighten and lifted her pelvis. He, in turn, licked her from cunt to anus back and forth, and she moaned and shivered.
“Kyran. Oh, God, Kyran.”
He pulled his tongue from her cunt and lowered her legs to the bed. He pulled her by her hips so that her ass and cunt lay off the bed, only her lower back to shoulders were on the comforter.
“I can’t hold back. You’re incredible, Lori,” he said and lifted her ass and hips, aligned his cock with her pussy, and slowly pushed his cock into her.