Page 13 of Oz (Marked Skulls MC 4)
Sweet release inside sweet Kaya.
She was filled up with my cum and I still didn’t stop. Not until her moaning and shaking had subsided.
When it was over, I slowly pulled myself out of her. We were both panting. Her breasts were heaving and she looked even more beautiful now.
I started looking for her discarded clothes and mine.
“Sorry about the…” I looked over at the destroyed panties on the ground.
“It’s okay, I have others,” she said, blushing again.
I put on my clothes and she put on hers and then we kissed again.
“I’ve had an exciting first ride on a bike,” she added and we laughed. I stroked her hair. There was no denying it now that I felt something for her. It was too early to tell what it was, but I knew it existed.
“I’m going to take you to my place,” I told her and hoped she wouldn’t protest. A smile was softly spreading on Kaya’s face.
“I would like that very much,” she said and we settled on the bike again.
As I rode towards my apartment, I could feel panic rising in my boats.
What the fuck was I doing? Why was I bringing her back to my place? Willingly. When I wasn’t even drunk. When I already had her twice today!
We weren’t going to do anything tonight, I realized. Just go to sleep. So, why had I invited her over?
And as we got nearer to my apartment, I realized that I was actually looking forward to it. I was excited about having her in my bed. About spending the night wrapped up with her.
I’d never done that with anyone before and yet with Kaya, I knew it was going to feel like the most natural thing in the world.
Chapter 18
Kaya
The previous night had felt like a dream. I had no words to describe it, other than I couldn’t have imagined it better. After Oz took me on his bike, we drove back to his apartment.
I was exhausted by then after a long day’s work, and I was surprised to find that Oz wasn’t expecting anything. I thought he would have wanted to have sex again, but instead, we just laid in his bed and talked. But soon enough, I was drifting off to sleep and before I knew it, I was dreaming of him.
I was convinced it was all a dream. It couldn’t actually be possible, could it? That Oz and I had spent a magical night together? Riding on his bike, being in his arms, sleeping on his bed…
When I woke up, we were both tangled up in the sheets together. He had an arm protectively wound around me, and I blinked my eyes open to see his handsome face. He woke up too and smiled.
I was afraid that the light of day might make him change his mind, but Oz kissed me. We had cereal and toast together and kissed some more.
It all seemed too good to be true.
I showered in his bathroom, dried my hair with a towel that smelled of him and eventually, he suggested giving me a lift to the diner. How could I say no?
This time I was prepared for his bike and I tied my curls up tightly in a bun. He rode fast like the night before, and I had my arms tightly wound around him. Oz stopped the bike in front of the diner, waiting for me to get off. I knew there were people inside the diner who could see us together, but Oz didn’t seem to care, and neither did I.
I jumped off and before I could step away, he pulled me close to himself and kissed me again. I could have floated away.
“I had an amazing time with you, Kaya,” he said and I blushed.
“Me too,” I said. He was still smiling when I pulled away.
“You have a nice day now!” I heard him say as I began to walk away.
I was going to enter the diner, but I stopped and turned to him.
“Will I see you soon?” I shouted. I wasn’t shy anymore.
All he had to do was wink, and it was enough to make my heart flutter. I felt dizzy with excitement.
Melody, Grace and the other girls were waiting inside with baited breath to get the scoop. I rushed in and the others squealed.
“Oh my God! Are you two seeing each other? Is it official?” Grace asked. I was glad to see that Melody was smiling, too. She was pleased for me. Pleased to see me happy.
“I think so,” I said to Grace and another round of squeals erupted in the group. I’d definitely gotten the man of everyone’s fantasies.
***
It had been a few weeks since Oz an I had started seeing one another. Every chance we got we pulling each other close. I have had so many quickies at T-Bone before the rest of the guys showed up that I had started to lose count.
But I could never get enough of Oz.
I was back working at the diner and it was hard keeping myself distracted from thinking about Oz again. Just like before, we hadn’t fixed a day or a time when we would meet next, so I had no idea when I would see him again.
We were yet to talk openly about what was going on between us. I hadn’t mentioned seeing the guns to him yet. Right now, since we had only spent a short amount of time together—I didn’t think Oz owed it to me to open up about his life fully.
All in good time, I told myself. If Oz was going to tell me about his life and his work, he would do so when he wanted to, and I had made my peace with that. For now, I was satisfied with the fact that we were together. That he was interested in seeing me again. That being with him made me feel good.
It has been almost four days since I last saw him. Which for him was odd. I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him across the street. What was keeping him busy? What was he working on?
Sometimes, while I worked, I caught myself smiling at nobody in particular. I was smiling because I was happy and because I knew he liked me too. Maybe he didn’t have the same feelings I did, but now I had hope that something could work out between us. I had hope and excitement.
I also had the support of Melody, which I definitely needed.
On the third morning, three days since I last saw Oz, I was working at the back of the kitchen, helping Chef with something he wanted me to do. Melody came rushing in and her cheeks were pink. It was a sign she had good news.
My first thought was that Oz was in the diner.
“Someone’s looking for you, Kaya,” Melody exclaimed, stifling a smile. I looked at Chef and I knew what he was thinking—it was Oz. Everyone in the diner knew I was seeing him and nobody wanted to mess with him.
“Who is it?” I asked Melody.
“You can go ahead. I’ll manage this,” Chef said and Melody smiled.
“Who is it, Mel?”
I asked her as we started to walk to the door.
“I think it’s his friends. They were asking specifically for you. Looks like he’s told them about you already,” she said excitedly.
That brought a smile to my face, too. I didn’t think Oz was the kind of guy who would share information about his personal life with his friends. But if he had told them then that was another sign that things were headed in the right direction.
We burst out into the diner and I saw them. There were four of them and they were sitting together in a booth by the window. The same booth that Oz had first sat in. Like Oz, these guys were big too, tattooed with leather cuts.
Just a few days ago, I would have been intimidated by them, but now I knew they were harmless. I smiled at Melody and she giggled.
“That is so sweet of him. He wants you to meet his friends!” she exclaimed.
Chapter 19
Oz
The hard part was being patient enough to wait for the boys to collect enough intel so we had something to go by. That wasn’t going to happen as quickly as Lewis wanted it to. I knew he was getting impatient about it, but we had to wait.
The prospects were working hard, I knew Dash was. But they needed to wait for their contacts to get back to them with the information. Which was taking a few weeks.
Eventually, when Dash called me and asked to meet at the abandoned building, I rushed over to him, hoping for news.
Dash was doing his usual, leaning against his bike with a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in two days, and I thumped his back when I got off the bike.
“Tell me you have something for me,” I said to him. He offered me a cigarette which I took and then he nodded his head.
“You weren’t imagining it, man. When you thought you saw the Dark Legion cut, it was them,” he told me.
