“Shit, is this going to be too hard to deal with?” Killer asked.
“Nothing is too hard to deal with. Listen to me, Killer. Tiny will do anything for his club. You’re a Skull, and your woman is in danger. Trust us to work with you.”
“Okay. I’ll trust you.”
Sandy paid for two coffees, and then they headed out to the grounds. He went to sit at the nearest available bench.
“No, not there. Follow me.”
Killer didn’t argue. He noticed the attention he got for his leather cut. The women were pushing their chests out begging to be looked at.
Looking over Sandy’s shoulder he saw the object of his desire. Sandy moved out of the way for him to crouch down in front of her. Kelsey was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket over her legs. Her arms were bandaged up. Her hair was piled up on top of her head cascading around her face. Even in her hospital gown, she looked totally beautiful.
“Baby,” he said, catching her cheeks and slamming his lips down on hers.
“Killer.” She pressed her head against his. “Tate helped me escape. I’m not tied to my bed anymore.” She lifted her arms up for him to see. “See, I’m all free.”
“She’s not allowed out of the wheelchair,” Sandy said. “We’ll leave you for a few minutes. Take her for a spin around the garden. It’s a lovely place to sit around and enjoy.” Sandy took Tate’s arm leading her away.
Going behind her, Killer walked around the garden, staring down at his woman every now and again.
“How did this get worked out?” Killer asked. If Michael knew what was happening, he knew the other man would do everything in his power to stop what was happening.
“Michael left to deal with business. Something bad is happening, I don’t know what. He’s getting a lot of calls lately that make him look worried,” Kelsey said. “When he was out of the room, Tate got the wheelchair, and Sandy went to get you.” She looked behind her. “Are you happy to see me?”
Leaning down, he cupped her soft cheek, sliding his tongue into her mouth. “More than you can know.” Closing his eyes, he let out a groan. “I’m rock hard for you right now.”
She smiled. “I love you, too.”
“Love you always. My love has nothing to do with what I want to do to you.”
“I’m surprised you can think of that with these in the way.” She touched each of her wrists in turn. Her face took a somber look to it.
“Hey, don’t you think about that.” He surrounded her hands where she held onto her wrists. “This is nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing.”
Glancing around he saw they were gaining a lot of attention.
Wheeling her away from all the prying eyes, he found a secluded alcove that would give them the privacy they needed.
He tugged the blanket from her legs.
“Killer, I’m not allowed to be without it,” she said.
“It’s hot, baby. You don’t need this blanket.” He tugged her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her curves molded to him. With her so close he forgot all about their troubles. The only two people who existed in the world were him and her. “It’s boiling outside, and besides, no one can see us. We’re all alone here. Hold me.”
She banded her arms around his neck. He ignored the feel of her bandages against his neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Reaching down to cup her ass, he gripped her tightly, lifting her up against him. She had no choice but to circle his waist with her glorious thighs.
“Killer,” she said, moaning.
Pushing her against the hard brick, he pressed his rock hard erection to her core. “Do you feel me, baby? I f**king crave you.” Nudging her head up to look at him with his nose, he claimed her lips devouring her mouth for his own pleasure.
She whimpered, thrusting against his cock.
“That’s it, baby. I love you, and if we were away from here I’d make love to every inch of your body. I know it would be your first time, so I’d make every second feel f**king amazing for you.”
Nibbling at her lips he waited for her to open before he slid his tongue into her mouth. “Killer, please,” she said, begging.
“I know, baby.” Putting her to her feet he pressed a hand to the front of her gown. He felt her quivering stomach. Going further down he cupped her between her thighs. “How do you feel? Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” she said, crying out. Lifting up the dress of her nightgown, he covered her body so anyone passing wouldn’t suspect what he was doing. If he knew more about her condition he probably would hold off touching her, but Killer only saw their combined pleasure.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. He slid his fingers through her creamy slit.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Tell me to finger your pu**y.”
Kelsey closed her eyes, shutting him out. He wouldn’t let her hide from him. “Look at me, Kels. There is only you and me. Us together and I want to feel you come apart.”
“Finger my pu**y, Killer,” she said.
Circling her cl*t he watched the rapture cross her face as she sank against the wall.
“Good girl. When we get away from here, Kels, I’m going to tongue your sweet pu**y and bring you to orgasm many times. By the time I get my c**k inside you, you’ll be screaming for more.” Tasting her lips he glided over her swollen clit. Her fingers sank into the hair at the nape of his neck.
She shook in his arms. He caught every moan that left her mouth.
“Come for me, baby.”
Within seconds she shattered apart in his arms. Her eyes went wide as he continued to stroke her.
He stared down into her eyes as he brought his wet fingers to his lips to suck off her glorious cream. “Beautiful,” he said.
After he got her together he helped her back into the wheelchair. “What about you?” she asked.
“I’m happy to have touched you.”
****
The hard ridge of Killer’s c**k pressed against the front of his jeans. Kelsey wasn’t blind and knew he must be in pain with a c**k the size of his. Her whole body felt on fire from his touch.
Grabbing his neck she tugged him close needing his lips on hers. Their life in a matter of days had become so messed up. She didn’t know what they were going to do. Tate, Sandy, and Killer each assured her they were working on handling Michael. Whatever plagued her so-called husband kept him away, which she was thankful for.