The dog, p.12
The Dog, page 12
Lifting Kaiya off my lap, I place her on the dining room table before standing. She is more beautiful than any other woman I have ever laid eyes on. I’m humbled she has chosen to love me, and at this moment, I want to show her how much I love and worship her.
Removing her shirt over her head, I nearly swallow my tongue. She’s wearing a sheer white bra, making the tattoo along her side stand out that much more. Her nipples are already peaked, and I can’t help but take one in my mouth through the material. Kaiya arches her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth. Her hands roam my body before she reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts it.
I release her breast with a loud pop before allowing her to pull it over my head. Pressing her back against the table, I run my lips from her collarbone down to her hip bone, leaving little lovebites as I make my way.
“Lift,” I command.
Placing her feet on the table, she lifts her hips exactly as I asked. Taking her jeans in my hands, I peel them down her body. When they are below her ass, she lowers her hips, allowing me to pull them down over her feet.
“Fuck.” My voice comes out hoarsely.
Her thong matches her bra, white and sheer. When I spread her thighs, I can already see her wet pussy lips sticking to the material. Taking a seat, I pull my chair closer to the table, aligning my face directly with her cunt. Kaiya tries to close her legs, but I only wedge my shoulders in between them, keeping her spread.
Running my nose down the center of her cunt, I breathe deeply, filling my entire body with her scent. I don’t remove her underwear before fusing my lips over her sweetness and drawing deep.
“Bohdi!” she shouts.
“Mmm.” I don’t pull away to reply.
Instead, I continue to feast on her juicy cunt. The underwear is in my way, stopping me from getting to exactly what I want most. My hands on her hips tangle in the side straps before I snap them. Removing my mouth, I pull away from the offending piece of material before returning to feast. My cock pulses behind the zipper of my jeans, but before I fuck her senseless, I want to worship her.
My tongue slides through her folds, stealing her arousal and swallowing it deep before heading to her clit. I use my tongue to gently circle the little nub as I push two fingers into her. Her back arches off the table, but I hold her fast with my other hand.
Looking up at her body, I nearly come in my pants. Kaiya has the cups of her bra pushed down while she fondles her breast. My hand leaves her hip and attacks my belt and then my zipper. Then my cock springs free, and I swear now that there is more space, it engorges even further. Taking my balls in my hand, I squeeze hard enough to hurt. Trying to stave off my impending orgasm from nothing more than watching her playing with her tits as I eat her out.
“Fuck,” she breathes out hoarsely, rubbing her pussy all over my face.
I love that she’s enjoying this, losing all her self-control, chasing her orgasm. I push a third finger into her and twist, making her scream out. My middle finger massages her G-spot as my lips suckle hard on her clit.
“Bohdi!” she shouts as she comes, coating my throat with her cream.
But I don’t stop. I continue pumping my digits into her. The more she moves, the harder I pump. Her body is drawn taut and I know that she’s getting close to a second orgasm. She mewls as her body writhes beneath me.
“Bohdi, I don’t know…”
Showing my fingers deep, I use the opposite hand to pinch her hard, little clit. Her scream is loud as a second orgasm hits, but what I wasn’t expecting was for Kaiya to squirt. She is mindless with pleasure at the moment, and my cock is weeping with pre-cum, begging to be buried inside her. I wait for her to come down from her orgasm before I center my cock to her entrance.
Lazily, I push into her, watching as her eyes roll back into her head.
My strokes are slow and deep, pushing her back to the precipes. Grinding my teeth, I think about anything besides Kaiya’s perfect pussy squeezing down on my cock as my orgasm tries to rush out of me.
Lifting her right leg onto my shoulder, I thrust deeply, the table scraping across the tiled floor.
“Bohdi,” Kaiya moans loudly, her head thrashing from side to side on the table.
Her voice flows over me, skittering down my spine, wrapping firmly around my balls. My thrusts become erratic and for the life of me, I feel like I just can’t get deep enough.
Kaiya removes my hand from her thigh, twining our fingers together before placing a kiss on my perpetually scarred knuckles. My gaze is drawn away from where our bodies are joined and back to her face. Kaiya smiles widely as I continue to thrust, causing me to grin in return.
“I love you, Bohdi,” she whispers.
There isn’t any holding back anymore, no chance of lasting any longer. And as I thrust deeply, I roar to the ceiling as I fill her up with my cum.
Coming down from what I swear is the most earth-shattering orgasm anyone has ever had, I feel Kaiya run her fingers through my hair. My face is pressed against her abdomen, my cock still fully seated inside her. I never want to leave.
“I love you, too, Kaiya,” I whisper hoarsely.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kaiya
Being in love isn’t something I ever thought I would experience. Well, as a young girl I did, but not after living with my brother and his club. I used to believe I was tainted, damaged goods. But Bohdi has shown me that I’m more than just my past. I have more to offer to the people around me.
Bohdi and I have been blissfully happy for the past three months, and even though I still have the occasional panic attack, he helps me through all of it. We have grown closer as every day passed, becoming so comfortable with each other that I’m not even ashamed of it anymore.
Today, we finally got approval to become foster parents for Rose. I can’t wait to tell Bohdi and the boys, but first, I need to pick the little ones up from school. I have been officially added to the school register to pick them up and no longer have to go into the office every time it’s my turn—which has now become a daily thing.
Sitting in Bohdi’s big-ass maroon pick-up truck, the music cranked up way too high, I wait patiently. Rose has been through so much in the past months, and we just want to be able to offer her some stability. We have to wait while they try to find her next of kin before they even consider letting us formally adopt her. The lady that did the last home visit also said that we stood a better chance if we are married. Bohdi has been pushing to set a date, but I’m really happy with the way we are.
Besides, I don’t want to get married just so we can adopt Rose. When we are certain there isn’t another relative who might want to take her from us, I may reconsider.
The final bell for the day rings and kids start streaming out of the building. Kash runs over to the truck, holding tightly to Rose’s hand, dragging her behind him. Both of them are smiling from ear to ear. The boys accepted her instantly. Kash moved into Tatum’s room with him, giving little Rose his room.
Waiting for them to hop into the back, I get the feeling that we are being watched. My gaze scans our surroundings, looking for someone out of place, and lands on the vice principal. He is frowning deeply, his gaze trained on our truck. He looks absolutely furious. Starting the car, I leave the parking lot and head straight home. I’ll have to remember to tell Bohdi about this. It may be nothing, but I would rather be safe than sorry.
****
Kash, Rose, and I are covered head-to-toe in flour, laughing our asses off. We decided to do homemade pizza for dinner. Gunner and Tatum are still at football practice, so we started without them. We have the dough all mixed up and are just waiting for it to prove before we start rolling it out. Rose is stirring the pot where we are making our own paste, and Kash is putting everything I cut up into separate bowls.
We have about ten ingredients because everyone likes something different. My cell phone rings loudly on the counter behind me. Grabbing it with my flour-covered hands, I continue to laugh as I answer.
“Hello?”
“Kaiya?” Bohdi asks.
“Sorry.” I laugh before taking a deep breath.
“What has you laughing so hard?” I can hear him smile on the other end.
“Nothing much. Just making pizza with Rose and Kash.”
“Damn. Wish I was there.” He sounds dejected, and I know what’s coming next.
“So you’re going to be home late?” I ask.
“Sorry, babe. We got held up today, but I should be there by nine,” he says apologetically.
“Nine isn’t that bad. All the kids will still be awake, so you can see them before they go to bed.”
Well, fuck. When exactly did we become domesticated? It was so simple and we fell into it so easily. We are happy. The kids are happy. Maybe we can actually pull this off. A smile tugs at my lips.
“Kaiya?” Bohdi asks.
“Sorry. Zoned out.”
“No problem. Just wanted to make sure you were all okay.”
“Don’t worry about a thing. We will be fine. Be safe and we will see you later,” I reply before hanging up.
“Was that Dad?” Kash asks.
“Yeah, he’s gonna be late. But he’s going to try to be here before you go to sleep.”
I hug him to my side as we continue getting everything ready for the pizzas. We laugh, smile, and dance along to the music we have blasting in the background. The loudness is the only reason we didn’t hear the man enter the house.
When the song stops abruptly, all of us look over at the stereo. Standing there is the vice principal of Blackburn Elementary, dressed in black, and looking savage as he sneers at us. Anger radiates off him in waves.
“What are you doing here?” I ask nervously, pushing both kids behind my back.
“We are going for a ride,” he replies lowly.
My mind starts reeling. I know that if we leave with him Bohdi won’t know what happened or where we went. Plus, I read somewhere that the moment you get taken to a second location, the chance of surviving goes down significantly.
“No, I don’t think so.”
My voice sounds high-pitched. Taking a deep breath, I try to steady my nerves. Having a panic attack when the kids are in danger is the worst thing that could happen. I feel something pressed into my hand. Looking down, I realize that Kash has put my cell into my hand without letting Mr. Parsons see. Unlocking the screen, I press redial while trying to stay calm. I try not to look away from the man in front of me.
“Listen, bitch,” he says lowly, “you have two choices. You can either come with me willingly, or I can hurt one of the brats to get you to do it.”
His gaze strays to Rose, and chills run up my spine. There’s something very wrong with this man, and I really don’t want to find out what it is.
“I’ll go with you. But the kids stay here.”
I hand my phone back to Kash and watch out of the corner of my eye as he sticks it into his jean pocket. I am so proud of him. He is handling a shitty situation well. Rose, on the other hand, is trembling as she grips my leg.
“No. Everyone is going. Now move.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Bohdi
I wish we hadn’t got caught up again today. This is the second day in a row that I won’t be able to spend any real time with Kash and Rose before they head to bed. Thank God I have Kaiya. She has filled out not just my life but all of our lives. She completes our little family unit and makes our house a home.
My cell phone rings, pulling me out of my inner musing. Looking down, I see that Kaiya is calling. With a smile, I answer the phone, thinking she may need me to pick something up on the way home.
My smile fades instantly as I hear the words that come down the line.
“I will go with you. But the kids stay here,” I hear Kaiya’s strained voice.
“No everyone is going. Now move.”
The voice seems familiar, but I can’t place it as ice-cold fear trickles into my system. If this motherfucker hurts one hair on any of their heads, I will burn the world down. I don’t hang up as I head over to where Pope is standing. I don’t interrupt his conversation, but I do signal that I need to leave.
Putting the cell phone back to my ear, I can hear what sounds like a car moving along the road.
“Where are you taking us?” I hear Kash ask.
My boy knows I’m listening and he’s aware I will need this information to find them.
“Shut up, you brat,” I hear the vaguely familiar voice respond.
Pope walks closer, frowning at me. My posture is stiff, and I know I have a massive frown plastered on my face.
“What’s wrong?” Pope asks.
“Someone took Kaiya, Kash, and Rose from my house,” I respond without removing my phone from my ear.
I need to hear every word. I need to know who the fuck this asshole is who thinks he can walk into my house and rip half of my family away. A memory niggles at the back of my mind, but I can’t get a hold of it. I know that voice if I just place it.
Pope nods before moving back to where he was standing moments ago. Both men nod before he strides back in my direction with his phone pressed to his ear.
“Get everyone. Meet us at the gas station on Bridge Street. We have a problem.”
Pope doesn’t wait for a reply, just hangs up and stuffs his phone in his back pocket.
“Let’s ride.”
This is exactly why I love the Gypsy Bastards. No questions asked. We just have each other’s back.
****
When we pull up to the gas station, Bishop and Viking are already there waiting for us. They are tense already, and they don’t even know what the hell is going on yet. After shutting down our bikes, I press the phone back to my ear.
My entire body shakes as rage floods my body.
“I will do whatever you want, just don’t hurt the kids,” Kaiya says softly.
I hear the slap that follows.
“I’m in charge here. I will do whatever the fuck I please, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Now get inside.”
It’s driving me fucking insane, knowing that I’ve heard the voice before and not being able to identify it.
Viking approaches my bike with a frown, closely followed by Bishop. Pipes rumble in the distance, and within moments, the rest of the guys pull into the lot. Everyone waits for me to speak, to explain the problem that has pulled them from their homes and families at this time of night.
Pulling the phone from my ear, I switch it to speaker and place it on the gas tank of my bike. The voice I can’t identify speaks again.
“I’m going to teach your little biker what happens when you fuck with the wrong people.”
“Shit,” Beast breathes lowly.
My gaze instantly goes to his. He doesn’t have to say the words because I instantly know who the voice belongs to. Mr. Vice Principal at my son’s school, abuser of woman, and rapist. My entire body goes ice cold as I think of everything he could be doing to Kaiya and my kids.
“You little brat!” he shouts as another slap sounds before the line goes dead.
“Fuck!” I roar into the night sky.
My blood is roaring in my ears, my rage rippling beneath the surface like a separate being. I’m going to kill that motherfucker when I find him. And if he hurt them in any way, that death will be slow and painful.
“Do we know who he is?” Pope asks my brothers.
“Yeah,” Beast replies. “He was one of the cowards that hurt Trinity. We tuned him up some, but I never thought it would come to this.”
“So he hurt one of our girls and now he’s taken his family? Does this guy have a death wish?” Wolf growls.
“Where would he have taken them?” Viking asks. “Surely not to his place. We know where he lives and he knows it.”
For a long moment, everyone contemplates what Viking has said. He’s right. Which means I have no idea where this psycho has taken my family.
“Hand me your phone.” Bishop speaks for the first time, holding his hand out.
I hold it tighter in my grasp. He may have helped us in recent months, but I still don’t trust him. He walked into our lives at exactly the right time, helped us with something we couldn’t figure out ourselves, and just slid into our lives. No questions asked.
But he leans forward, looking directly into my eyes.
“If he’s dumb enough, I can trace her phone,” he says somberly. “I hope he’s a dumbass.”
After handing my cell phone over, I watch his fingers fly across the screen. A frown forms between his brows before he stabs at the screen twice. He rotates it before pinching his fingers together in a move that I know means he’s zooming in on something.
“Thank God for idiots.” He hands the device back to me. “He didn’t remove the battery, probably just shut it down. Which means we can track it.”
My gaze goes down to the screen. Fucking hell. They’re at Blackburn Elementary.
“Lead the way, brother.” Viking slaps my shoulder as he moves to straddle his bike.
The rumble of motorcycles roars through the air as we all start up our engines, ready to drive head-first into any danger. But the drive doesn’t clear my head like it always does. There are too many dark thoughts running through my mind, too much adrenaline and angst flowing through my veins.
I don’t know what that fucker is doing to them, but I do know this may be the thing that breaks Kaiya forever. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kaiya
Vice Principal Dickhead leads us into the depths of Blackburn Elementary. It seems to be some sort of basement they use as a storage room. The air is musty and stale, and I immediately know no one ever comes down here. Kash walks in front of me although I have tried to pull him back numerous times. He walks with his head held high and shoulders back. He’s trying to be brave, perhaps even look after us.
Rose couldn’t walk when we were forced out of the car, her little legs trembling so bad. Since then, I have had her on my hip as we walked deeper into the bowels of this hell hole. When Bohdi finds us, we will definitely have to find a new school for the kids because I am sure as shit am not sending them back here.
