Crash Into Me

by L. A. Fiore

  Her head dropped back, and the sound that came from her almost had him ramming into her ass, but he entered her slowly, giving her body time to adjust. Her knuckles were white with how hard she was fisting her restraints. When he was fully seated, he bent over her and kissed her hard on the mouth. The movement adding more pressure on her ass, causing a moan to escape that he swallowed. He then settled back, his focus moving down her body to where they were connected. He pulled out and sank back in, slow at first, but she felt so fucking good, the grip on his cock so tight that, soon, he was thrusting into her ass.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m going to come,” she moaned.

  He fingered her clit, before sinking two fingers into her pussy.”

  “Oh god, Kade,” she cried, as she came, her pussy convulsing around his fingers. Her back arched, and she clenched her ass, squeezing his cock so hard, he felt the burn starting at his lower back, before moving into his balls, and then he was coming and so hard, he couldn’t stop the harsh moan that burned up his throat.

  He didn’t move, his breath labored, his eyes on Molly. He’d never get enough of her. He pulled out of her, climbed off the bed. She was so sated; her eyes were growing heavy. “You’re going to fuck me to death,” she said, but didn’t sound at all upset by the fact.

  “Not to death, but we can get close,” he teased, then pressed a kiss on her lips before he went to take care of the condom.

  As promised, he fed her and gave her breaks for the bathroom, but the rest of the day, she was bound. It wasn’t even so much the idea of restraining her, though he did like her spread out like a smorgasbord for him, but it was the trust that she was giving him. Putting herself completely at his mercy and trusting that he wouldn’t abuse the privilege.

  He’d fucked her with his mouth, his cock, and his hand. He’d fucked her mouth, her pussy and her ass, and still, he wasn’t sated. He knew when it came to her, he never would be. He also knew life was too fucking short, and when you found what you wanted, you took it. He wanted her. She was still coming down from the orgasm he’d just given her so didn’t react, right away, when he slipped the first binding from her wrist.

  “What are you doing? You still have…” she glanced at the clock. “Two hours.”

  He freed her other wrist, then worked on her ankles.

  “On your stomach,” he ordered.

  She didn’t hesitate, having no idea what he was doing, but trusting him. He started at her shoulders and worked his way over her body, massaging her muscles that had to be sore. She moaned in appreciation. She was boneless by the time he finished.

  “Molly.”

  Her one eye opened. “I feel this day needs to be a monthly event, maybe weekly.”

  He climbed from the bed, pulled on his sweats and disappeared into the dressing room, before returning. She was sitting up, cross-legged on the bed, his focus moving to her pussy, for a second, before lifting back to her face. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the woman he never saw coming and couldn’t imagine a life without. His voice was low and rough. “I can’t promise you the fairy tale, and I sure as shit won’t be the prince, but I will love you every second of every day. I will fuck you almost as much, and I will never let you doubt for one second that taking a risk on this villain wasn’t worth it.”

  “Kade.” Her voice broke, her eyes filled, when he opened his hand to the ring, a five-carat, emerald-cut blue diamond set in platinum.

  “Marry me, Molly.”

  Love looked back at him, as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Yes.”

  He slipped his ring on her finger, kissed her deeply, pushed her back onto the mattress, and this time, he loved her slowly.

  They returned from Montenegro two nights ago and had gone right to bed, spending most of yesterday sleeping. Today, Kade was up at five because they both had work. He didn’t climb from bed immediately, enjoying the sight of Molly sleeping, his focus moving to his ring on her finger. He didn’t know it was possible to feel so much, but this woman touched every button. He used to live to work, but now, he was living for her. He wanted all her smiles and laughs, all her tears. He wanted to see her round with his child. He wanted all of it. Fuck, he wanted the goddamn fairy tale. Him, Kade Wakefield, brought to his knees by a New York homicide detective with beguiling eyes and a heart of gold.

  He wanted to wake her, wanted to sink into her sweet body, but she was exhausted. He grinned because he was the reason she was exhausted. He’d let her sleep, though, because she was heading back to work and needed to be awake and at her best.

  He climbed from bed, got ready for work, and then made his woman breakfast.

  “Time to get up, Baby,” he said, an hour later.

  Her eyes opened, and like she always did, she smiled at him. Her hand lifted, like the memory of his proposal had been a dream. Her smile grew wider. “Sapphire?” she asked.

  “Diamond.”

  She sat upright, almost spilling the coffee he held for her. “Diamond?” Her gaze moved from the ring to him. “This is a diamond?”

  “I think we covered that.”

  “Holy shit. I hope I don’t lose it.”

  “I’ll buy you another one.”

  “No,” she said softly. “This one, it has to be this one.”

  Before Molly, he wouldn’t have understood that, but he did now. He kissed her, then handed her the coffee. “You have ten minutes to eat, then you have to get dressed.”

  She rested back against the headboard. “I love that you take care of me.”

  “Good, because I won’t stop.”

  “Not asking you, too, though you could add more bacon to my morning breakfast.”

  He glanced back from his dresser and grinned. “Noted.”

  “I don’t want a big wedding.”

  He turned to her, pushed his hands into his pockets. “Okay.”

  “I want the dress and the cake and the flowers and those we love there, but I don’t need hundreds of people. I mean, if you need to because of your—”

  He settled back on the edge of the bed. “Fuck no. Our day, whatever you want.”

  “Any idea when you want to make it official?”

  He glanced at his watch. “The government offices are all opening at nine.”

  She laughed, the sound carried around the room. “No, I want to see you in a tux, waiting for me to walk down the aisle to you.” She took a sip of coffee. “And I want to put Katrina to rest.”

  “Then we wait for you to close the case.”

  “I have to fill the others in on what Carmine shared.”

  He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I know.” He brushed his lips over hers, tasted coffee and her. “Seven minutes to eat.”

  Nineteen

  Molly

  “How did you come about this information?” Cap asked me, after I shared what Carmine had revealed about Enzi and Katrina. I’d crossed the line, but it was done.

  “Carmine DeLuca told me.”

  Zac blew out a breath. “Shit.”

  “It’s a little unconventional, I get that, but it’s information that confirms what we already know.”

  “It’s a fine line you’re walking, Molly,” Cap said.

  “I know.”

  Cap stood, walked to his window. “An arrest warrant was issued for Enzi Sr. The Dents are now in protective custody. Still haven’t located Milton and we’re waiting on the blood bath, but as of yet, it’s been quiet.” Cap turned from the window. “Too quiet.”

  “Enzi’s gone under?” I asked.

  “Yeah, and according to Vin, when he strikes, it’s going to be ugly.”

  “He’s going to go after his son,” I said.

  “And anyone linked to him,” Zac added.

  My heart dropped because that made Kade and Carmine both targets.
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br />   Cap looked at my hand. “Is there something you need to tell us?

  It wasn’t how I intended to share, but it was so us. “I got engaged.”

  “No shit,” Zac said. “To Kade Wakefield?” As if there was someone else. Clown.

  “He’s a good man, Zac. Carmine DeLuca is, too.”

  I got a look from both of them.

  “Despite what he does, he’s a good man.”

  “You know what you’re doing?” Cap asked.

  “I didn’t set out to fall for Kade, but I did. And yeah, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

  “Then I guess the only thing to say is congrats, Molly,” Zac offered sincerely.

  Cap surprised the hell out of me when he walked around his desk and pulled me into a tight hug. “Happy for you.” He pulled away but held my arms. “Be smart.” Then he smiled. “But be happy.”

  He looked as awkward as I felt when he let me go. “I will and thanks.” I moved the conversation back to the case. “Enzi is a monster.”

  “He’s not the only one. We still got Jason Benjamin out there,” Zac said.

  “We need to flush them out,” I said. “Bait them.”

  Cap and Zac shared a look, but neither shared with me. “We’ll get them,” Cap said and moved around his desk again. “We’re closing in, and they know it.”

  “We’re doing lunch every day,” Kade said, as he pulled his cock from me. We’d started at his desk but moved to the sofa.

  “I like this plan,” I said, watching as he tucked himself back in his pants, before he strolled across the room, returning with a wet towel. Settling on the sofa, he cleaned me.

  “I’m going out for drinks with Ethan tonight. I want you to come.”

  His gaze met mine. “No, you haven’t seen your friend in a while.”

  So like him to be thoughtful and not just to me but also Ethan. “I love you.”

  “You better.”

  “I offered him dinner at the penthouse, too, so how about we get a drink then come back.” I touched his face. “I want you with us.”

  He turned his head and kissed my hand. “How do I argue with that.”

  “Don’t cook, though. I’ll help you.”

  “Deal.”

  My thoughts drifted to the case. Maybe it was taking the week off, but I wasn’t so sure about some things. Using Kade as a sounding board, I shared. “So we think that Milton Teller might be Jason Benjamin.”

  Kade’s expression shifted to surprise. “Why?”

  “We can’t prove it yet, but no one ever actually saw Milton. They knew of him, his reputation, spoke to him on the phone, but of all the people we talked to, no one had ever seen him.”

  Kade pulled my panties back up my legs. “You think Jason didn’t disappear, he just assumed Milton’s identity, a man he created?”

  He helped me to my feet, reached for my pants.

  “Exactly.”

  He pulled my pants up my legs, kissed me over the cotton of my panties, before standing, looking me in the eyes, as he fastened my pants. “That’s an interesting theory.”

  “He’s in the wind.”

  Those eyes went sharp. “Is he now.”

  “We’ve got plastic surgeons looking at the composite we have of Jason and pictures of Milton to see if it’s possible they’re the same person because we know that Jason Benjamin didn’t exist, prior to him entering Katrina Dent’s life.”

  He pulled his hands through my hair. “That’s a very interesting theory and certainly explains why Jason has been so hard to track down.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “You don’t sound convinced.”

  “I don’t know. We’re missing something, but knowing that it’s, very likely, one person responsible for not just Katrina, but Samantha, Frank and Emily, we’re getting there.”

  “Tonight try not to think about any of it. Enjoy your time with Ethan. I’ll stop at the market on the way home, pick up steaks.”

  “And potatoes. Ethan loves potatoes.” I grinned. “So do you.”

  He chuckled. “And potatoes.”

  “This place is amazing,” Ethan said of Polar, as we took a seat at one of the tables. “Your man owns it?” He asked, his focus shifting to my hand. “He is your man now, right?”

  I glanced down at my ring. “Yeah, he is.”

  “That happened fast,” he said, but added, “You look happy, though, so I can’t complain.”

  “I am happy. I didn’t realize what I was missing until I met him, and now, he’s everything I want.”

  “I’m happy for you. For both of you.”

  The waitress arrived; we put in our order before I asked, “What’s new with you?”

  “Same ole, same ole. Someone moved into your apartment.”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “She’s really great. Feeds me a lot.”

  I chuckled. “That sounds familiar.”

  “Yeah, but we eat early.”

  “Why?”

  “Cause she’s seventy-two.”

  My mouth opened then closed, and then I laughed out loud.

  “So did you solve the case?” he asked, before taking a drink of the beer the waitress dropped off.

  “Not yet, but soon.” I hoped.

  “You think you’re going to stay with it?” His question surprised me because it was only recently that I was asking myself the same.

  “I don’t know. Why do you ask that?”

  “Because I’ve seen you pre-Kade and post. You lived for your job, but I think, in part, that was because you were looking for something. You found it with him. And honestly, how long can you stare down death?”

  “You’re very intuitive, Ethan.”

  He blushed.

  “I’ve been thinking about taking a step back. I love the job, but I didn’t realize how much the job asked of me.” I took a sip of wine. “I won’t do anything until we solve this case, and then we’ll see.” I touched his hand. “After our drinks, we’re going to the penthouse for dinner.”

  His eyes went wide. “Seriously.”

  “Yep. Kade is cooking, but I’m going to help.”

  “The billionaire is going to feed me.” Ethan leaned back in his seat and linked his hands behind his head. “I can live off of that for a while. The street cred is going to be off the charts.”

  I chuckled. “You’re ridiculous.”

  We had two drinks and decided to catch a cab home because we were both starving. We stepped outside; the nights were warm, hot even, and after the two drinks, I was overheated. I stopped to take off my jacket, as Ethan moved to the curb to flag a cab. I heard the pop, my hand immediately going to my weapon. I saw the car speed off, caught a partial tag, and then I saw Ethan on the ground.

  “No!” I ran to him, dropped down at his side. “Call 9-1-1,” I shouted. My hands were shaking, as I ran them over him. His eyes were wide with fear and pain. “You’re going to be okay,” I said, yanking open his shirt to see the bullet hole. Blood was pouring out of it. I ripped the bottom of my shirt off, stuffed it into the wound, and applied pressure. Tears were blurring my vision. “Call 911,” I shouted again.

  A man dropped down next to me. “They’re on their way.”

  “Stay with me, Ethan.” His eyes were open, but growing glassy. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. “Stay with me.”

  I heard the sirens just when his eyes closed. “Ethan!” I put my head near his mouth, but I couldn’t feel breath. I felt for his pulse, but I didn’t feel one. “No!” I started compressions, which had the blood pumping out of his wound. Tears were rolling down my face; the sirens grew louder. I gave him a breath, felt again for a pulse and felt nothing.

  “Don’t you leave me. Don’t you fucking leave me.”

  Two paramedics appeared. “We
got it. How long have you been doing compressions?”

  “Not even a minute.”

  I never in my life felt as hopeless as I did at that moment. My friend was bleeding out on the sidewalk, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do.

  “I’ll call Mr. Wakefield,” the man at my side offered. I was numb, my focus turning to him, but not understanding him. “Mr. Wakefield?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “We’ve got to move,” the paramedic said.

  “I’m coming with you,” I said, and flashed my badge.

  “Alright.”

  “What hospital?” The man asked.

  “Sinai.” The paramedic called back.

  Ethan flat-lined twice on the way.

  “Is there any news?” I asked the nurse for the tenth time.

  She was sympathetic when she whispered, “No, but as soon as we have some.”

  I moved away from the desk, pacing the waiting room. The doors opened, and Kade appeared, moving toward me in long strides, but it was the look on his face. He thought I’d been hurt, too. The tears that hadn’t stopped welled again. I was pressed up against his chest, his arms holding me so tight, it hurt.

  “I couldn’t stop the bleeding,” I said, then said again. “I couldn’t stop it.”

  Kade said nothing, just held me to him.

  “There was so much blood. I couldn’t get it to stop. He was bleeding out, right there on the street. Someone shot him.” Then the rage came and I pushed at Kade. “He was shot, right in front of Polar. A fucking drive by.” Then I remembered the tag. “I have to call Zac. I have a partial tag.”

  Kade took my face in his hands. “Molly, look at me.” I was falling back on what I knew, the facts, the evidence. “Molly.” Kade’s voice was harsh. My eyes found his. “I will call Zac. Give me the tag number.”

  His one arm held me to him, and I was grateful because my legs wanted to give out. He called Zac, told him what happened, gave him the number. I wanted to see the nurse again. He wouldn’t let me.