She reached for my belt, her hands skimming over the gun holster that was at my appendix before popping the metal free. She followed it up with the button of my jeans, followed shortly after by my zipper.
She was super careful as she pulled it down, though, making sure not to catch my engorged cock in the teeth of the zipper.
She trailed one lone finger over my hard dick, feeling like she burned me as she did.
“I’m not really a girl to run away at the first sign of trouble,” she admitted. “I’m more of a build a barrier and hunker down kind of girl.”
She’d already proven that to me the day that she gave me an alibi when she most certainly didn’t have to.
Her eyes were on fire when she leaned back just far enough to draw the length of her erect nipples across my chest.
I flashed her a quick grin.
Then leaned back and allowed her to use me as her own personal playground.
At first, it was something I could handle.
Her nipples would play along my chest hair, dragging up and down.
It was amusing watching her make herself hot by only using my body to do it.
But then she lifted her breast up, bent forward, and sucked the tip of her nipple into her mouth, and I went from ‘amused’ to ‘fuck no.’
I growled and leaned forward, my mouth moving so that I could steal that particular piece of flesh right out of her mouth.
“Mine,” I said right before I took over the job for her. “You feed me. Hold it up for me.”
While she held it up, I used my hands to pull my cock fully from my jeans, then push the gusset of her panties to the side. From there, I tested her readiness.
Soaked.
More than soaked, actually.
In actuality, she was so wet that she drenched my fingers.
As they slipped inside of her to the second knuckle, she moaned out a ‘yes’ and started to buck her hips.
I pulled back, causing her to growl.
My lips pulled back from the tip of her nipple, and I admired the flush of red from my last few harsh sucks.
“Give me the other one,” I urged as I grasped my cock, then pulled her forward using my fingers inside of her pussy.
She did everything that I wanted.
Gave me her nipple as well as moved forward without the least bit of resistance.
When my cock was near her entrance, she quivered with anticipation, and I almost took the time to tease her pussy with my tip and my fingers.
But she whispered the sweetest words to me.
“Please, don’t tease me. I need you,” she whispered. “I ache.”
I didn’t tease her.
Not this time.
Removing my fingers, I replaced them with my cock, and only let the side of her panties go when I was fully embedded inside of her.
Which honestly didn’t take much because she was so wet, and so eager to have me fill her.
“That’s it,” she breathed the moment that I was sheathed completely inside of her. “This feeling right here.”
I brought my wet fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean before I growled, “What about the feeling?”
My voice rumbled out of my chest like it was sent through an industrial grinder.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “But I’ve never felt it before. I just… I love it. I feel like I’m finally complete after a lifetime of searching for some missing piece that I didn’t know I needed.”
I couldn’t stop myself from bucking up to meet her thrust.
And when that didn’t get deep enough, I turned the both of us until I was hovering over her on the couch, fucking my cock so deep into her that each jolt made those pretty titties bounce right up against her chin.
She groaned at the switch in position, but didn’t once complain.
Not even the seam of her panties digging into my cock could stop me now.
Not when I was this out of control.
“Please,” she whispered again. “Please.”
Over and over those six letters, in that specific order, came out of her mouth.
A word that, before her, would never have swayed me, no matter whose mouth it came out of.
However, that word coming out of Belle’s mouth was like lighting a match inside my deep, dark soul.
It brought things out of me, things that I’d always kept hidden even with my most trusted friends.
I wanted to give her absolutely everything that she might ever need or want.
And when all I had to give her was me? What kind of asshole would I be not to give her me?
I fucked her hard and fast.
Giving her my cock so deep and hard that she was crying out with each rough thrust.
And then, before either of us were prepared for it, she came.
Her fingernails dug into my arms where she’d been rubbing her hands up the length of my biceps and shoulders. I felt the prick of each nail digging into my muscle, so deep that I knew she might very well draw blood.
Hell, even the thump of my headache—which had never gone away or dulled in power—couldn’t stop the way that I enjoyed each and every second of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock like it never wanted me to leave.
She cried out loudly in my ear, and even the resulting throb inside my head couldn’t stop me.
With a grunt and a jerk of my cock, I started spilling myself inside of her, unable to stop even if I’d wanted to.
“Uhhhh,” I grunted out as a burst of semen rushed from my cock, finding a very deep home inside of her.
Just the thought of me leaking out of her pussy was enough to have me bursting even more inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she breathed in my ear. Much quieter this time.
I moved my mouth to her neck and bit lightly as the last dregs of my release pulsed out of me.
Finally, the jerking stopped, but the resulting twitches and squeezes from her pussy around me had me staying inside of her until there was nothing left but the pounding of our hearts and the harsh breathing in our ears.
Her fingers released my flesh, one single digit at a time, until both arms flopped backward above her head.
Her deep inhalation, followed by her ‘this shouldn’t be real’ had me pulling back from her neck and staring down at her.
“It’s very real,” I informed her. “Those words? That resulting explosion from not just me, but you? That means that whatever this is, it’s not one-sided. I feel the same about you as you do for me.”
Her eyes were twinkling when she said, “Las Vegas is just a hop and a skip away.”
I snorted, was about to reply, but then my phone rang on the floor where I’d dropped it at some point during our lovemaking.
I bent forward and picked it up, my still hard cock digging deep inside of her with the move, causing her to clench around me in surprise.
“Shit,” she breathed.
I grinned wickedly and hit answer on the screen without paying attention to what I was answering.
Then Trick’s face filled the screen, and the seam of Belle’s body and mine filled that little black box at the top.
“Jesus Christ,” Trick said. “Give a man a little warning.”
I quickly moved it up to my face. “Why the fuck are you FaceTiming me? What are you, a teenage girl?”
Trick’s eyes lit with laughter. “I can see good sex doesn’t tame your wild heart.”
I would’ve flipped him off had I had a hand free.
“What do you want?” I growled.
Trick rolled his eyes. When they met mine again, they were completely sober.
“So, um…” Trick started. “I might or might not have fed your pigs another human body. But it seriously wasn’t intentional. I swear.”
• • •
“He tried to use a shortcut to get to your back door,” Hunt said forty-five minutes later in a Zoom meeting that was more protected than a presidential meeting with two foreign leaders. “And he di
dn’t follow you, or Belle. He followed that dip wad that found you first. I’m getting really fuckin’ tired of my brain not working like it should.”
Hunt was recovering from the flu that had knocked him so hard on his ass over the last few weeks that he was just now getting back to one hundred percent.
Since nobody was hurt, I’d give him the lapse.
This time.
Had Belle been hurt either time, though? I might’ve had a different attitude about it all.
“This time,” Hunt continued. “I made sure to monitor your video feed. Which is why Trick was there in time to intercept the imbecile.”
“The guy saw me and started to run, only he slipped on the fence and hit his chin on the bottom rail. When he didn’t get up, I decided to leave him there and take the long way around so I didn’t have to go into the pen. By the time I got there, the pigs were already feasting on him. And he was dead as fuck. When he fell, he must’ve broken his neck.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “And you just let them keep eating him?”
“Easier than calling the cops in and telling them what happened,” Trick answered with a shrug. “They’d already done such a good job before.” He paused. “But it was really fuckin’ gross. So I didn’t watch. I just left them to it, went and gathered some fresh eggs—one was still warm from a chicken’s ass by the way, and a really pretty color green—and waited for them to do their job.”
I shook my head. “This is really fuckin’ disconcerting.”
Belle came up behind me and started to rub my shoulders, and I couldn’t stop my head from falling backward and rubbing against the breasts that were pillowed against my head.
“Now that you drove all the way out there,” Lynn entered the conversation. “We think it would be best to meet us in Austin. I have a private jet waiting for you at the airport.”
I looked backward and over my shoulder to Belle.
She wasn’t the least bit put out that we were once again traveling with barely a moment’s notice.
“I want to meet with the governor face to face. I want to see if he knows what his brother is doing.” He paused. “Belle, you have family in Austin, correct?”
I felt her nod behind me. “My sister lives there with her police officer husband.”
“Good,” Lynn said. “I’ll call your brother-in-law and let him know to expect you at the airport tomorrow morning at ten. We’ll wait for you to get situated with him, then we’ll go take care of business.”
Belle’s fingers squeezed my shoulders as she said, “I’ll call him.”
Lynn shrugged. “Fine. But he’s going to want to talk to someone that knows what’s going on. He’s not going to believe you’re just coming up there and need a ride when he sees you break off from Bruno.”
Belle sighed. “You’re correct. But if you talk to him, he’s going to call my father and brothers. They’re going to be there even if they all have to call in sick to work, leave work sick, and drive all night. And then you’re not going to be able to do this as stealthily as you’d like.”
Lynn’s eyes connected with mine, and I shrugged.
“I don’t know them,” I admitted. “I do know that I had to do some creative negotiating to get her family to agree to allow Belle to come with me.”
Belle’s fingers dug into my neck.
“What?” she asked. “When did you talk to my dad?”
“Actually,” I said, “it was your mom. And I told her that I would protect you with my life in a brief five-minute conversation while you were getting coffee before we left the hospital.” I paused. “She was the one to call me. I’m not even sure how she got my number, but she did.” I paused again. “She told me that if she didn’t get regular updates from you, she was sending every single male in her family after me, and they’d find me, and then kill me if you weren’t okay.”
There was a bit of chuckling from the other men on the Zoom call.
But it was Belle sighing behind me that had me grinning.
“Oh my God,” I heard either Trick or Sin gasp. “He smiled.”
The smile fell off my face immediately.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I grumbled.
“There he is.” Sin clapped. “I thought you might’ve gotten brain damage when that van tried to run over your head.”
“I think it did get damaged,” Hunt offered his two cents. “The man seriously has changed to almost approachable since he met her. I’m not sure what to think about it.”
I ignored them all and focused on Lynn.
“We’ll be there.” I paused. “Plan for her parents, siblings, and law enforcement in the area to know all about whatever it is you’re planning to do.”
Lynn nodded once. “I’ll plan for the worst but hope for the best.”
CHAPTER 22
If you’re going to be weird, be confident about it.
-Text from Bourne to Belle
BELLE
I told them so.
Not only did I say ‘I told you so’ but I also pointed out that it was going to be impossible to do anything illegal now that Angel invited them to our meeting.
However, I wasn’t upset at seeing my family there.
The moment that I arrived at the terminal, I saw my mom, dad, Bourne, Booth and Angel.
Surprisingly, it was my father who reached me first.
Bruno let go of my hand just before my father engulfed me with a hug.
He was the only one besides Bruno who could hug me.
There was nothing against the rest of my family—I loved them all dearly—but I just couldn’t do the touchy-feely thing with them. I had never been able to stand it. I felt like I was suffocating.
Which sucked for my mother, because she always wanted to hug me.
I could see it in her eyes over my father’s shoulder..
She wanted to hug me so bad her fingers were clenching and unclenching with it.
My dad, however, squeezed me hard enough for the both of them.
“Damn, you’ve gotten skinnier,” I heard said. “You fuckin’ suck. You still have your boobs.”
I looked up to see my little sister, Priscilla, standing beside my other sister, Daniella. Both of them were grinning hugely.
“I see we brought the entire family,” Lynn said as he arrived just in time to hear Priscilla’s comments.
“Actually,” I grumbled. “I haven’t lost any weight. I found these cool new pants at Target that have tummy control. They’re so tight on me that they’re cutting off circulation to my lower half. But they’re really soft, so I’m able to deal with the tightness.” I looked over at Lynn. “And I’m missing Garrett. So not quite the entire family. If you’re counting siblings. If you’re counting sisters-in-law, then Delanie and Dillan are also not here. And Asa. And…”
I then went on to list exactly who was missing, down to my very newest nephew.
Lynn shook his head with a smile. “I was more just commenting that you were correct in your assumption that they wouldn’t be able to leave you here alone knowing something was going on. Possibly we should’ve just allowed you to hang out in a hotel.”
Bruno made a grumbling sound in his throat before saying, “Wasn’t going to happen. Not with that motherfucker involved.”
“Agreed,” Angel grumbled. “I’ve been dealing with him for a long time. He’s shady as fuck. Even if it was his brother doing the trafficking. There’s no way that Sander doesn’t know.”
Lynn looked around at the private hangar at the airport that he’d come through to make sure that we were alone.
“I swept it before you got here,” Dad replied. “There’s nothing here, and your friend, Hunt, already turned off all camera feeds to this part of the airport.”
Lynn’s head tilted slightly.
“You’re not the only one who has connections,” Dad answered his obvious confusion cryptically. “Now that we’ve all gotten here, let’s do a rundown of what’s happening t
oday.” He paused. “I’d like you to know that for today, I’m not wearing a badge. Angel and my boys will be staying out of this fight until they’re needed.”
I felt my belly clench.
Out of all the things that I expected my father to say, him ‘not wearing the badge’ wasn’t one of them.
My father was a stickler.
He loved his job. He hated the hit that the profession had taken lately, and he sure the hell hated more how everything was being handled by everybody else.
His job was his life. Besides us, he’d made it a mission to always be truthful, honest, and hardworking.
For him to ‘drop the badge’ was downright terrifying.
Because this obviously meant a lot to him. And I had a feeling it was due to his daughter’s new man—Bruno—being involved.
The kids being trafficked were very important to him, too. But my dad loved me.
He knew what this meant to me to be helping the man I was beginning to love.
“Noted.” Lynn looked toward Bruno, who was standing at my back, offering me support.
His hand went to my hip and squeezed.
The move did not go unnoticed by my mother, brothers, or my sisters.
Lynn, however, kept talking, turning to Angel.
“Can you give us any information before we go have our talk with Governor Bryan?” Lynn asked.
Angel crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.
“Other than the feeling of him being totally dirty,” Angel said. “I don’t really have much evidence to go by. It’s just a gut feeling.” He paused. “You know when everything absolutely goes wrong, shit hits the fan, yet the one person that started it all always comes out shining and bright with no shit clinging to them? That’s Sander. He’s always coming out shining, no matter what the problem.”
“No reason to beat around the bush then.” Lynn pulled his wrist upward so he could glance at his watch. “I have him at a country club meeting set to start in approximately an hour. All other staff and patrons have been contacted regarding a broken pipe via the emergency alert system thanks to Hunt. He’ll be there alone with whoever he brings with him. Which, according to my sources, are always a couple of bodyguards.”
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