by Erin Trejo
“Fuck. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” I hiss again.
She slides her lips up and down, up and down, her tongue dancing along the underside. She feels so damn good wrapped around me. Her warm mouth is perfect to suck dick. Kira bobs her head taking all of me into her mouth. She gags the deeper she takes me but she doesn’t stop. Glancing down at her, I watch her hand slide into the top of her shorts and straight between her legs.
“Fuck yeah,” I grumble as she works her pussy over. Now that’s a fucking show right there. The closer I get the closer she gets. I can feel her lips tense around me.
“That’s right, Kira. Get it.” I buck my hips, hitting the back of her throat before I come. Kira eagerly drinks me down as moans escape around my dick. Fuck that just makes me want more. Kira must come too, because before I know it, she’s tucking me back into my jeans. I grab her fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean.
“Best show ever,” Smokey says adjusting himself next to us.
Chapter 10
“Where are you headin’?” Smokey asks as we smoke a joint on my porch.
“There’s a club Kira heard about downtown. Seems girls have been picked up there a few times and never heard from again. Takin’ a couple of prospects with me just in case. I wanna feel it out and see what happens.” I inhale deeply letting the weed settle my nerves before passing it back to Smokey.
“Mayhem called back. Said he’s gonna run Crypton by a few of his guys and see what he gets. He’s more than willin’ to show the fuck up down here.” Smokey laughs.
“I bet he is. I think we got it handled right now. Hopefully this club turns somethin’ up.” Just as the words leave my mouth, the front door opens. A seriously feminine male walks out, flipping his hair over his shoulder. I watch as he walks down the steps and out to his little sports car. Neither Smokey nor I say a fucking word to each other as we watch him pull away. We’re both shocked into silence.
“What the hell was that?” Smokey finally asks.
Shaking my head, I grab the joint and take another hit, “Either this shit is laced or there was a girly man in my house,” I say with the shake of my head. What the hell did I just see? About that time, Kira opens the door and walks onto the porch. My focus isn’t on her, but when I hear Smokey hiss between his teeth, I turn my head to see what he’s looking at. Kira stands there, her body covered in different shades of blues and greens. Her hair is tied up on the top of her head, a sparkling headband with feathers sticking up from the back. I let my gaze slowly move up and down her body.
“What the fuck is this?” I nod toward her body.
“Two words for you Ruger: body paint.”
“So, you are basically climbin’ on the back of my bike naked?” I ask her, my head cocked to the side.
“No. I’m wearing body paint,” she says pointing to her body. My eyes follow along. How the hell could they not? She’s fucking naked and about to be on the bike behind me. Naked!
“Naked. Paint don’t cover the important parts, darlin’,” I tell her. She giggles and looks at me with those big green eyes and my breath catches in my throat. Even standing in fucking nothing but paint, the girl is composed and sexy as fuck. Did I mention, naked?
“I’m covered. You wanted me to attract attention. I’m pretty sure this will do it,” she says before turning around. Is that feathers glued to the top of her ass? My dick jerks in my jeans.
“Feathers, Kira?”
She glances over her shoulder and winks at me. Smokey groans, reaching down to adjust his dick when I cock my head to the side and look at him.
“I think I’d take the truck if I was you,” he groans, leaning over to check Kira’s ass out as she walks down the stairs in her little sandals.
“How the fuck am I supposed to work when she’s naked?” I ask Smokey who’s still watching Kira. She bends down and God himself couldn’t prepare me for that. Her pussy is painted the same color as her body. I’ve been inside that; I know what it feels like and now I have a full fucking view of it.
“Goddamn, Ruger. That right there. Fuck, brother. I’m glad it’s you and not me.” His hand stays on his bulging jeans, massaging it down.
“Jesus Christ!” Crow walks toward us, his eyes on Kira the whole time. The closer he gets, the more his eyes widen. His gaze lingers on her tits and I want to say something but she isn’t mine to speak up for. My heart kicks up a notch and thoughts of bending her over and playing with those feathers run wild in my head. It’s going to take all I have to not pull her back inside and fuck her. Fuck. She’s going to be attracting my goddamn attention all night and that’s not what we need right now. I watch Crow’s fingers as they run over her shoulder and down her arm. Kira giggles but doesn’t step away from him.
“Oh shit. Crow’s movin’ in.” Smokey chuckles.
My fist balls in my lap as I watch. I don’t want to feel a connection to her but I do. Deep down I do. I don’t know if it’s because of her similar situation to Angie’s or the fact that she makes me feel like I’m worth something, but it’s there. I watch the two of them interact before Crow’s head pops in my direction. Kira’s eyes follow, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. Fuck. That could get a man killed.
“I think she’s taken a likin’ to you, brother,” Smokey interrupts my moment.
I grunt my response, but that lure in her eyes is pulling me deeper, not letting me break the connection. Kira turns and heads toward my bike without a second thought before I yell, “That ain’t happenin’. Get in the truck.” Kira looks over her shoulder at me and laughs. She fucking laughs. Smokey’s hand slams across my chest. I tilt my head to look at him.
“She’s gonna get your ass killed, Ruger.” Shaking my head, I stand from the chair and head down the steps.
“She’s a good one, Ruger. Keep that shit around,” Crow says. I look into his saddened gaze and my chest clenches. I hate seeing my best friend always looking so lost.
“As long as she’s here for, I’m absorbing that shit,” I tell him. He nods his head, clearly getting the meaning. It isn’t like I don’t have many things in my life that make me happy. I have this club. I have the guys. I have more than some people could ever dream of, but Kira excites something else in me. A sense of calmness? A sense of just being? I don’t know what it is, but while I have her, I’m going to suck the life out of her. Walking to the truck, she stands there, leaning against the door with her arms crossed.
“What took you so long?” she asks, her eyes dancing with mischief. She’s a little vixen.
“So long to do what?” I tease her.
“Come over here and kiss me,” she purrs.
Fuck, I like her like this. I like when she’s bold and confident. Not that she isn’t always like this, but when she’s feeling it, it amps her up. I take the last step toward her, closing the distance between us. Reaching out, I grab her around the back of the neck, dragging her against me.
“Whenever you want me, darlin’, take me.” Crushing my mouth to hers, I kiss her deeply, savoring the taste of her soft lips on mine. The moans that fall from her lips become absorbed into me. When I pull back, I look into her lust-filled eyes. Damn, she is too fucking hot for her own good.
“Can’t you at least wear a skirt?” I grumble against her lips. Kira looks up at me, heat dancing in those eyes of hers.
“Will it make you calm down?”
“Yeah, it will.”
“Fine. I’ll put something on but I can tell you that Will isn’t going to be happy that I’m covering up his masterpiece,” she huffs as she heads back toward the house.
“Will can fuck himself. I can’t focus on the task at hand when I know your naked pussy is prancin’ around that club without my dick inside of it.” Kira laughs, closing the door behind her. I blow out a breath and adjust my fucking dick before it explodes out of my jeans.
“She’s got me fucked.”
Chapter 11
“This is a bad idea,” I
grumble under my breath knowing no one can hear me. This place is packed. I can’t stand places being so damn full. It puts me at a disadvantage to others. I can’t fully get a feel for my surroundings and that bothers me. I have the prospects set up at random places, mainly near the exits and bathrooms. I’m not naïve enough to believe that shit doesn’t happen in this kind of place. I’ve seen some of the people that are in here. Questionable at best.
My eyes scan the crowd all the while keeping Kira in view. I’ve watched as some of these pieces of shit eye her up and down. I thank God she decided to put clothes on over her paint although she is still showing too much skin for my liking.
“Everything looks clear out back.” Drake, one of the prospects, comes to stand next to me. I nod my head but don’t stop staring. Her ass in those shorts, showing just a tiny amount of what I know to be under them. Fuck!
“You seeanything you don’t like?” I ask Drake, nodding toward the crowd. He leans against the bar, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Couple of guys in suits. They don’t fit in. Could just be here for the VIP, but I still don’t like the looks of them,” he says with a firm tone. I nod again and blow out a breath.
“I’d say that’s not who we’re lookin’ for. Too obvious.”
“Or hidin’ in plain sight,” he adds.
That’s a true fact. They could be playing the whole fucking system, but that’s not what my gut is telling me. Just when I start to relax a little, I see a guy walk up behind Kira. His hands move to her hips, jerking her back against his body. My muscles tighten, my hands clenching. Drake chuckles next to me.
“What the fuck is funny?” I growl loud enough he hears me.
“Gettin’ a little worked up, aren’t you?” He nods toward my hands.
“You don’t know shit, prospect. Keep it that way.” Drake laughs again and looks back to the dance floor. I run my hand over my face when he jerks my arm.
“Fuck, Ruger. Look.” He nods toward the dance floor where Kira is still dancing. The man behind her nods to another. It goes round and round as I watch men slowly fall into place. I track every one of them. Seven.
“Seven. Call Bent and let him know to cover all the goddamn exits. Let them get out but stop them there.” I nearly growl as I tell him to get Bent, one of the prospects, on it. My eyes stay on as many assholes as I can keep in my line of sight without letting Kira move an inch.
Adrenaline races through my veins when I see the sparkle of a knife reflecting in the light. My chest becomes heavy, the thought of ripping their goddamn throats out sink into my being. I crack my neck from side to side, watching as Kira’s eyes widen. She knows not to look for me but she also knows I’m not far from her. She has to trust me on this and from the calmness I see in her, she does.
The man presses the knife into the side of her neck before lowering his mouth to her ear. Kira nods and obeys whatever he told her to do. The knife is back into his waistband before I can blink. Tracking their movements, they are heading toward the back of the club. Without a second thought, my feet move, boots pounding the floor as I follow along. They won’t be getting far.
“Clog up the alleyway. We got this one and a few over at Chello.” I hear one of the guys say. Chello is another club around here, I remember seeing it when we came. The thought alone makes me sick to my goddamn stomach. They have more girls on their way to God knows where.
Shaking the thought, I move toward the guys as they usher Kira out the door. I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves when I hear her scream. That’s it. One scream and my chest rips in two. I storm the door, finding the asshole with the knife at her throat and the other between her legs. Heat swarms me. My body becomes taut as I rush him. Pulling my arm back, I slam it into the side of his head, watching his body fall to the ground. A hit to my upper back sends me stumbling into the brick wall. Kira screams as the world slowly comes into view. The prospects are on the other guys but I know there are more. I want the one who had his hands on her. I spin around, reach down and grab the bastard by the back of the neck, dragging him to his feet.
“You fucked up.” I wink at him.
“Drake! Get this fuck in the van. Bring one of his friends!” I roar. Drake moves quickly, the man in my hands still stunned from that punch I threw. Commotion ensues around us. Them trying to fight, us trying to get a handle on the situation and bring a few for the dungeon.
Once we have what we need, I turn and see Kira huddled into herself against the wall. Her arms are curled around her stomach, her eyes lost. Fuck, I was afraid of this. I move quickly, gathering her in my arms.
“It’s ok, baby. They won’t hurt you. I won’t let them,” I whisper in her ear. Kira snaps out of her daze, wrapping her arms around my waist as the tears begin to fall. I hold her tightly.
“He touched me and I froze. I fucking froze, Ruger. I thought I was over it. I thought I could handle them.”
Her sobs kill me. I hate seeing her like this. I don’t want to see her so lost and broken. I knew this was a bad idea and I partially blame myself for it. I knew better.
“It’s all in your head, baby. They won’t have you. Do you hear me? You’re mine, not theirs. Just remember that!” I growl. Even as the words leave my mouth, I can’t believe what I’d said. I don’t claim women. I don’t do relationships but I just told her she was mine. What the hell am I doing?
“It’s okay. I know you are just trying to help me. I get it, Ruger. I know you don’t do-” She cuts off when my lips crash into hers. I can taste her salty tears on my tongue.
“Don’t do what?” I ask her teasingly. Kira watches me, shock on her face.
“I don’t either, Ruger,” she says softly.
My chest tightens as the reality of what we are both saying slams into me. She doesn’t do relationships and neither do I, yet I just said she was mine. What the fuck am I doing? What am I getting into?
“Kira. Fuck. I don’t know what to say.” We watch each other closely.
“It was an in the moment thing. Don’t worry about it. Can we just get out of here?” she asks. I swallow hard and nod.
“Yeah, darlin’. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Chapter 12
My body is loose and ready. I twirl the blade in between my fingers, my need for blood swelling inside of me. We’ve beaten and bloodied these fuckers, but they refuse to speak.
“Why extend the inevitable?” I ask, walking around the long-haired punk tied to the chair.
“Fuck you!” he slurs, blood trailing down his chin.
“No, that’s what I’m gonna do to you,” I warn him. I don’t plan on playing games with him. I don’t plan on taking my time either. I want fucking answers and I want them now. I don’t care if I have to cut them or fuck them out of his ass, I will get what I want. Crow laughs next to me, his arms crossed over his chest.
“You might wanna listen to him. I’ve seen him in action,” Crow warns the asshole.
“Where are the girls goin’?” I growl, moving closer to him.
I can feel myself come alive in this moment. The dungeon does something to me. It makes my blood pump a little faster, my heart rate picks up. My vision clears when I’m in here. Everything that haunted me or pissed me off simmers inside while the task at hand is being dealt with.
“Ship,” the asshole grumbles. I grab him around the throat, holding him tightly. His eyes bulge, his hands squeeze the arms of the chair he’s tied to.
“Ship, huh? That’s all you wanna give me? I promise what I shove up your ass will be bigger than a ship.”
“He ain’t lyin’.” Crow laughs.
My body wants to respond, I want to laugh and get hard all at the same time, but images of Kira standing there looking like the world crumbled down on her dance before my eyes. I hated seeing her like that. Especially after seeing her opening up and becoming who she truly is meant to be.
“The docks over off Second. They ship them from there,” he offers a little too wi
llingly.
Cocking my head to the side, I stare at the guy in front of me. Is he trying to send us into a trap? Is he setting us up? I press the tip of the blade to his nose before releasing my grip on him. He sucks in air like it may be his last time, and if we are being honest, it may be.
“Where do they send them?” I growl.
“All over man. I don’t know specifics. I pick them up, that’s all,” he says quickly.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the only picture of Angie that I have. I shove it in his face. “Know her? You pick her up?” The asshole chuckles, only serving to piss me off further. Sliding the picture back into my pocket, I slice the side of his neck with my knife. He screams at the burn.
“Laugh again,” I tell him.
He looks up at me and smiles. “Do you know how many bitches I pick up in a week? I wouldn’t remember a face if I had to. Except for that one girl I was supposed to get tonight. You are really fucking my boss over on her.”
Kira? No way in hell he was planning on her. No one knew where she was or that she ever left New York. He’s lying.
“What the fuck did you say?” I growl in his face.
“She got away once. She won’t get that lucky again,” he warns me.
Before I can think about it, before I can stop myself, I stab the knife into his throat watching the blood seep out of him. He gags on his own blood as his life slowly slips away from him.
“Well, guess we won’t be gettin’ anything out of them,” Crow announces as I watch the blood trickle over my hand. I’m in my zone. A blood lust filled haze. My eyes zero in on it and that’s where I belong.
“She wasn’t a random pick up.” I repeat his words. They were after her. Why?
