The moonlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Kage and Iris lay entwined in the bed, their bodies bare and warm against one another. Iris rested on top of him, her head nestled on his chest, her legs draped languidly over his hips. Kage's fingers absently traced patterns along the curve of her back, the intimacy between them palpable.
Breaking the silence, Kage's deep voice resonated in the dimly lit room. "Did you find anything about Big John's investors?"
Iris shifted slightly, her lips trailing soft, deliberate kisses along his chest and down to his abs. Her breath was warm against his skin as she replied, "Big John kept it under wraps, but he was definitely seeing someone with deep pockets."
Kage's hand slid down her back, gripping her ass with possessive firmness. His voice dropped a notch, carrying a mix of curiosity and control. "Any suspects?"
Iris leaned up, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she met his gaze. "Well," she began, her tone playful yet informative, "there's Ward Cameron, CEO of Cameron Development—a man with plenty of money and even more ambition. Then there's Dr. Cynthia Thornton. She's not just a wealthy, renowned medical practitioner; her father, Judge Holden, adds to the mystery. And finally, there's Mariah Mitchell. She's a widow, but her late husband left her with an empire of wealth to manage."
Kage's lips curved into a sly smile, his hand kneading her ass as he hummed thoughtfully and his other brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. Iris smiled at his reaction, her lips curving in that teasing, irresistible way. Without breaking eye contact, she slid up to straddle him, her movements slow and deliberate, her body a silhouette in the moonlight.
Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper as she leaned in close, her smirk evident. "Ready for round three?"
Kage just smiled, as Iris with smirk deepening as she slowly rolled her hips, grounding her supple ass against his hardened length. Her movements were slow, deliberate, teasing him as her nails lightly grazed his chest. Kage's breath hitched, his grip on her hips tightening, his fingers sinking into her soft skin as he groaned in response to her teasing.
Kage's lips curved into a devilish grin, his hands trailing firmly over Iris's hips before settling on her ass and cupped it. "Ride me," he murmured, his voice low, commanding, yet laced with affection.
Iris's eyes sparkled with mischief, her confidence undeniable. She leaned in, brushing her lips teasingly against his before straightening up.
Her hands braced against his chest, nails grazing his skin as she sank down onto him, her breath catching in her throat. A gasp escaped her lips as her body adjusted, the intensity of the connection igniting a fire between them.
She began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of them. Each rise and fall was accompanied by the unmistakable clap of her body meeting his, the sound blending with her soft moans and his low groans. Kage matched her rhythm, his hands roaming over her body before finding their place on her ass.
Her hands braced against his chest, her gaze locking with his as she leaned forward, their lips colliding in a fervent kiss. Their mouths moved together in perfect harmony, tongues tangling, each kiss deeper and more fervent than the last.
His hands slid down her back with purpose, settling firmly on her ass. He kneaded her soft flesh, his grip possessive yet tender, as she rode him with an unrestrained passion.
Her moans grew louder, her voice trembling with pleasure as she quickened her pace. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies an intoxicating melody that filled the room. Kage's hands roamed her back, her ass, her thighs, claiming every inch of her as she surrendered to the moment.
When her head fell back, a breathless cry escaping her lips, Kage surged upward, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. The clap of their bodies meeting grew louder, more urgent, each sound a testament to their shared hunger.
Both of them lay side by side, their breaths still heavy and mingling in the quiet intimacy of the room. A faint glow of satisfaction danced in Iris's eyes as she turned her head toward Kage, a lazy smile playing on her lips.
She leaned closer, her voice a soft whisper against his ear. "That was amazing," she murmured, her words laced with both exhaustion and exhilaration.
Kage's lips curved into a gentle smile as he looked at her, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from her damp forehead. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was tender and unhurried, a contrast to the intensity they'd just shared, but it spoke volumes of the connection that bound them.
When their lips parted, Iris rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his skin as the silence enveloped them
The next morning, the sun cast a golden glow over the estate as Kage and Iris stepped outside. The gentle hum of nature surrounded them, the morning air crisp and filled with quiet promise. His matte black BMW R nineT Scrambler gleamed under the light, a perfect blend of ruggedness and elegance.
Kage swung his leg over the bike, the leather seat creaking slightly under his weight. Iris stood by, watching him with a soft smile before running her fingers through her tousled hair.
"So," she began, her tone casual but curious, "going to meet your little brother?"
Kage nodded as he adjusted the strap on his helmet. "He needs someone close to him right now," he replied, his voice steady but tinged with quiet concern.
He slid the helmet over his head and glanced at her as she climbed onto the bike behind him. Iris wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her chin lightly brushing his shoulder as she held on.
"I like this side of you," she teased softly, her voice carrying warmth as the engine roared to life beneath them.
Kage smirked beneath his helmet. "Don't get used to it," he quipped, the bike rumbling as he revved the throttle. With a kickstand release and a twist of the handlebar, they sped off, the wind sweeping past them as the road stretched out ahead.
Kage arrived at The Château on his BMW R nineT Scrambler, the engine's low rumble echoing off the trees as he pulled into the driveway. The house, a large yet weathered structure painted white, had seen better days. Chipped paint peeled off the exterior, revealing the toll that time had taken. The front of the house featured a set of stairs that led up to a faded wooden door, flanked by windows that had long since lost their shine. It was a charmingly imperfect place, much like the people who called it home.
As Kage's gaze scanned the property, his eyes landed on the familiar sight of the Twinkie—John B's beloved van. It was a patchwork of brown and white, with yellow and orange stripes fading along the sides. The years had not been kind to it, leaving patches of chipped paint, but it still had a certain charm, much like the crew that used it.
Kage took off his helmet and set it aside, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings. He let out a slow breath, his stance relaxed but alert. The place seemed still, quiet for now.
Iris, who had been riding behind him, shifted her weight slightly and spoke up. "I don't think they're here," she said, looking around with a hint of curiosity.
Kage turned to her with a casual grin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's wait for a bit."
Iris nodded, sliding off the bike. Kage followed suit, standing tall and adjusting his gear. As he stepped closer to her, he caught her by the waist, pulling her back against him with a firm but gentle grip. She felt the heat of his chest against her back, a closeness that felt like a promise of something more to come.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, her lips curling into a playful smile. "What are you thinking?"
Kage's lips brushed her ear as he spoke in a low, confident tone. "Just enjoying the view." His hands rested lightly on her hips, and Iris smirked, grinding her ass against his hips in response, feeling the tension build between them.
The breeze rustled the leaves around them, and for a moment, the world felt a little more at ease—just the two of them, the bike, and the quiet anticipation of what was to come.
The boat glided slowly toward the dock of the
The Château, its passengers filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. The Pogues—John B, JJ, Pope, Kiara, and Sarah—were coming back from another adventure, their laughter dying down as the sight of John B's house came into view.
Sarah Cameron sat near the front, her blonde hair catching the sunlight. She had become a regular part of the group after a dramatic incident weeks ago. Kage, John B's enigmatic older brother, had saved her younger sister Wheezie from drowning. Ever since then, Sarah found herself drawn not only to Kage but to the Pogues' way of life.
Hanging out with them gave her a sense of freedom, a sharp contrast to the world she had known among the Kooks. Over time, she had become more than just an outsider tagging along. She was their friend now—though Kiara knew she had a huge crush on Kage.
As they approached, JJ's sharp eyes caught a sleek black bike parked near the house. He leaned forward, squinting. "Hey, dude, do you have any visitors today?"
John B furrowed his brow and shrugged. "I don't think so."
Kiara's gaze shifted to the front of the house, where two figures stood. One of them, tall and exuding a commanding presence, caught her attention immediately. Her eyes widened, and she nudged John B. "That's your brother."
John's face lit up, his surprise quickly giving way to excitement. He hadn't seen his brother in a while, and this unexpected visit was both a shock and a thrill.
Pope, ever the observer, leaned over the edge of the boat. "You mean that super-strong, special-ops, rich brother of yours?"
John B grinned, a flicker of pride evident in his voice. "Yup, that's him."
JJ's gaze wandered to the striking woman standing next to Kage. Her confident posture, dark hair, and effortless beauty made her hard to ignore. JJ let out a low whistle. "And he's got a hot date with him. Of course he does."
Sarah, standing at the bow, frowned at JJ's comment. She crossed her arms, muttering just loud enough to be heard, "Who is she?"
Kiara, standing nearby, caught Sarah's words and smirked knowingly. She'd noticed Sarah's growing interest in Kage since the rescue, and it didn't surprise her. But Kiara's own memories of her brief crush on Kage resurfaced. After all, who wouldn't? The man was everything—smart, strong, and impossibly rich.
As the boat docked, the Pogues' chatter filled the air, their curiosity about Kage and his mysterious companion sparking excitement and intrigue. For John B, it was a reunion he hadn't anticipated but one he was more than ready for.