Thirsty Thursday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 4)

by Annalise Wells

  “Why is it always other people who remind you of yourself?”

  Orlando

  “The things we cherish most are packed away and looked at years later.”

  Conor had asked for a few minutes to look over the maps and he would give us an answer. I sensed he was going to do it. The Irish were risk takers and were never scared to man up in situations that regular men would shy away from. They were a tough old breed, and Conor is as tough as they come, even though he is still quite young.

  This could be the start of the end. We just had to time the shooting with the opening of the club. And it would be better to hide in a bust when things were busy. It also gives more opportunity for a solid alibi that has no holes in it.

  Tina stands with her arm through mine as we stand in front of the stage. I smile to myself as I think back to her old club and our sex recording. We hadn’t had a chance to watch that since we made it.

  “You know, we could make a video on this stage,” I say.

  Tina playfully slaps my arm and smiles. “Is that all you have been thinking of?” she asks. She licks her lips.

  “I was actually thinking how long ago it seems since we made it, and we have not even watched it.”

  “Maybe it is a sign to keep it tucked away for a later date, you never know when we will need that little extra spice in our lives,” Tina says.

  “Like watching Angie and Scott,” I say, feeling my dick twitch.

  We walk behind the stage and see that the change rooms are full of guys and girls. It is a real mixed event. Not one for girls and one for guys; they are all together. We had decided on that so they would gel and forget their differences which would ultimately show in their performances.

  We could see the changes that Angie had asked for. Each mirror now had a locker as a divider. It made sense, they could keep personal things within reach.

  We walked further down the hallway and checked the rooms. They looked cozy and suitable to hold parties of four if needed. Two couples who wanted to join with one of the girls and one of the guys would fit comfortably.

  As with Shona’s club, the panic button was within easy reach if there were any problems. I doubted much would happen, couples were slightly more relaxed than testosterone-filled sex male addicts.

  “So, you feeling comfortable with everything?” I ask.

  Tina looks to me, “I am, and I have just realized once place we have not checked for a while,” she says.

  “Where?”

  “The office, we have focused on everywhere else and forgotten where the hub of it all is,” Tina says.

  “Let’s have a look, we have to get back to Conor soon, anyway,” I say.

  We walk back through the dark, and through a heavy curtain and walk into Tina’s new office. The room is dark apart from the low glare we can see coming from the live camera feeds which light the back of the office.

  I flick the light switch. The aircon kicks into life and the cool breeze starts to fill the room. Like Shona’s office, it is comfortable enough without being too glitzy and glamorous. It is a good functional office and has everything that you need to operate a business of this magnitude.

  “It is nice, nice and plain. And a big enough difference to outside; a good get away from it all when you need to,” Tina says.

  “Yeah, a big couch to have a rest on when it is all too much,” I say laughing.

  I flick off the lights, and we walk back toward the bar. Conor is just browsing over the detailed plans of the buildings.

  “How are your thoughts?” Tina asks.

  “I just have a few things to ask,” he says.

  “Fire away, ask anything you want,” Tina replies.

  “Have you thought about what sort of decoy I would be?” he asks.

  “What do you mean?” Tina asks.

  “What time do you want to make the shot?” Conor asks.

  “As the club is opening, Tina has to be on the camera along with Beau and Shona. The grand opening,” I say.

  “So, delivery boy is no good,” Conor says.

  “I get your point.”

  “Pizza delivery is corny but doable, but building maintenance, not really at that time,” Conor says.

  “It has to be pizza, that is the only thing. Play ignorant, and you have the wrong apartment, that is all you can do, play it by ear,” I say.

  “I am going to need a uniform, and I will have to get a pizza,” Conor says.

  “I will get that sorted, there is a place not far away,” I reply.

  “The most important thing though is,” Conor starts to say, “how fucking good a shot is Ty?”

  I start to laugh. If we had known things were going this way, Conor could have gone with Ty to build up his confidence.

  “A soda can at nineteen hundred yards, how does that sound?”

  “Really, a soda can?” Conor asks.

  “We went up river to a place that had the same sort of winds, he was close; watermelons and then the soda can as the last shot,” I explain.

  “Fuck it, if he can hit that, I am in,” Conor says.

  “You are certain about this?”

  “Yeah, that fucken Kingmaker dude has caused enough trouble,” Conor says. He looks determined.

  “So, day after tomorrow. You will have to have your uniform for here stashed somewhere so you can get changed,” I say.

  “I will sort that once I am on the ground,” Conor says plainly.

  Tina walks over to us and sits on her stool. “So, what have I missed?” she asks.

  “Conor has agreed, he is our new pizza delivery guy,” I say with a wink.

  “Conor, I will be forever in your debt as I said before,” Tina says.

  I smile. “The day after tomorrow, we are set.”

  “Grand opening night then,” Tina says. “Eight o’clock, precisely.”

  I roll up the maps, and it hits me how real the whole thing is. We are going to take out the guy who started the whole thing. But, if it were not for him, there would be no Beau, Ty or Joseph, and that’s a weird thought. Even the girls would have all still been dancing at Tina’s old club, which would, I guess, still be in operation.

  “Just make sure you get some rest before then,” I say to Conor. “You are going to have to think on your feet.”

  “I have the easy job, it is not me who is pulling the trigger,” he replies.

  “You have a good point.”

  “We better get upstairs and finalize things, then make sure every fucking ‘I’ has been dotted and every ‘t’ has been crossed,” Tina says.

  We start to leave Conor who carries on polishing his glasses.

  Tina turns. “I have just thought, when the club is up and running, you will be going back to Shona’s; do you know any other barmen?” Tina asks.

  “You want Irish?” Conor asks.

  “It does add a certain charm,” Tina says, giving a kind smile.

  “I have a couple of people I can ask, no worries.”

  “Thanks,” Tina says.

  “I am not sure they will take a bullet for you though,” Conor says, now laughing.

  “We don’t want you to take a bullet, we want you to watch the guy next to you take one,” Tina says laughing.

  “With the luck of the Irish, that is what will happen,” Conor replies.

  We walk up the stairs to the apartment and slump next to each other on the couch. We stare through the glass wall at the wall where it is all going to happen. Forty-eight hours from now, all our futures are going to change. Hopefully for the better. If we get it wrong, we will be in trouble.

  It all boils down to one scenario. Two guys leaning on the wall. Watching and waiting for that confirmation, then moments of waiting before the target is in sight. One chance and one shot, that’s it. If Ty hits Conor then he will be dead; if Ty misses The Kingmaker, Conor will still be dead. Conor has a thirty-three point three three chance of surviving this.

  “I hope the luck of the Irish really is on
his side.”

  “I know he does,” says Tina. She rubs my shoulders and I close my eyes.

  “The things we cherish most are packed away and looked at years later.”

  Tina

  “Ignorance is bliss, but being blissful doesn’t mean you are ignorant.”

  It had been a full day of looking at and talking about creating a kill zone for The Kingmaker to be in. It was crucial he was taken out. I was ready for questioning, and I was going to play ignorant. My bosses would guess I had something to do with it, but when most of the people who were involved would be on cameras in different places, who could they point the finger at?

  Maybe they would give up on us and think that Owen had something to do with it. We had not been in contact with him since just after the event on the docks. We had agreed to give each other a wide berth so as not to draw any attention to each other.

  My bosses had no idea he had helped us with The Kingmaker the first time, and the further away from it, the safer he was. He would know once he was questioned what had happened. Owen had been a great help and had filled in many gaps in the history of the brothers, and how they had come into being. Owen had been a part of the first batch of subjects The Kingmaker had produced, but for him, things had not been so rosy. One of his siblings was dead, and the other was on life support with no possible future apart from death.

  Owen had as much to gain from all of this as we had, if not more. His vengeance would be final, and he had not lifted a finger in it, but he would enjoy the satisfaction knowing that The Kingmaker’s end came.

  I leaned over to Orlando and rested my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beat slowly as he sat deep in thought. He put his arm around me and ran his fingers up and down my arm.

  I put my hand on his stomach and could feel the hardness of his muscles through his shirt. I cheekily ran my fingers down to his pants and brushed them over the bulge in his pants.

  Orlando tilts his head down to me. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

  “I want you.”

  “I want you,” he replies.

  I look toward the large window and see it has started raining.

  “You were right, it has started raining tonight,” I say.

  “Lucky we postponed the shot until tomorrow,” he replies.

  I rub my hands harder over his crotch. I feel his manhood start twitching.

  I sit up and pull my t-shirt over my head. “Come on then, I want it in the rain,” I say.

  I slip my jeans from my slender legs. I stand in front of Orlando. I watch his eyes as I fumble with the clasp of my bra and slip my silk panties from my hips. I stand naked and provocatively walk toward the glass door.

  I pull the door open, and the noise of the rain fills the apartment. I turn and see Orlando as he stands. He pulls his shirt from over his shoulders, the bunched muscles of his shoulders ripple as his arms rise above his head. The hard slab of his stomach tightens, then the light shines on his body as little shadows form from the definition of his muscles.

  He walks toward me as he unbuckles and frees himself from his pants. He struts with masculinity and slides his thumbs inside the elastic of his shorts. Beastlike, he walks toward me, his manhood starting to grow. I take his hand as we walk into the cold rain.

  I hold my hands, with palms up and tilt my head back. My long hair clings to my wet body. I arch my body as the cold rain pounds onto my ample breasts. I feel alive.

  Orlando steps closer and cups and my massages my breasts and fumbles with the pink beads of my nipples. I feel myself bud from his touch and the cold rain which pounds our bodies.

  I look into Orlando’s eyes as he steps closer. Rain drips from his nose, he leans to me and puts his lips firmly against mine. His hard body pushes against me and I feel him wanting me, and I feel my breasts push against his chest. Our lips are locked, and his warm breath fills my mouth. His arms wrap tightly around my back, and he holds me tight. I lower my hands and grab hold of his firm buttocks, our bodies entwine in the falling rain as the heat builds deep inside our bodies.

  I push my hand against Orlando’s chest and step closer to the wall. I place my back against the roughness of the wet bricks. The coldness makes my body shake, but my arousal keeps me warm. Orlando steps closer, his hand runs down my body, and his fingers fumble over the wet labia of my wanting pussy. I gasp for breath and bite my lip as his fingers force into my opening, wanting me to gasp.

  I feel the coldness of his fingers as he slowly drives them deep into my hot pussy. My hands grasp his shoulders, my hips push forward onto his probing fingers, and he pushes himself deeper as he kisses my breasts. Sucking wildly and making my body light up.

  His thumb rubs over the throbbing tip of my clitoris. My head falls to his shoulder, and I sink my teeth into his skin. Orlando breathes deep as my teeth dig in, he rams his fingers harder into me, making me wetter. I hear the erotic sound of the slapping of his hand against my pussy.

  “Fuck, I want you, my Thirsty Thursday.”

  I raise my foot and put it on a small wooden table. Orlando grabs his hard cock and strokes himself to a full, steel-like erection. He steps closer, I see the rain bouncing from the taut skin on the head of his cock. He rubs his swollen head against my wet pussy lips. They part and my clit rubs against the slit in his cock. I gasp for breath as I feel sensations filling my hot wet cunt. Orlando pushes his hips forward, then my back pushes against the roughness of the brickwork. I spread my legs and the head of his cock inches its way into my pussy.

  Inch by inch he slowly drives himself forward. I feel the length of his rigid shaft filling me and stimulating every part of my pussy. He starts his rhythmic thrusting; my pussy grips and pulls at his hard shaft. His body begins to grind against mine as his tempo increases. His breath flows, full and deep.

  Orlando gyrates and thrusts his hips hard against my body with wild abandonment, the beast-like thrusting sending shivers flooding from my cunt and through my whole core. I bite my lip and grip onto his muscled arms.

  I moan and groan in ecstasy as his cock pounds deep inside my pussy. He holds my legs up and I have never wanted anything more. Orlando grabs me and my body rocks to his rhythm. I feel my pussy contract and draw him deeper inside me. I close my eyes and feel the rain washing over my body; with no control, my hips thrust themselves against Orlando’s driving shaft as if we are meant to be joined.

  “Oh, fuck.” He groans. “I will always want you.”

  His body thrusts harder against me as he grabs hold of my leg and holds it against his waist. His cock drives deep inside me and stimulates the inner depths of my pussy.

  “Ohhhhh,” I murmur, out of breath.

  Orlando squeezes my legs tight, he thrusts his hips and fills my hot wet cunt with the full length of his turgid shaft. I grit my teeth as I feel my body close to reaching the final point and releasing me into a rain-soaked, climactic explosion of sensations.

  My legs tremble as my pussy throbs and shakes; Orlando thrusts harder and harder. My cunt is pleasured beyond anything I’ve ever felt, even when I worked as a hooker. His driving force of his firm buttocks is more than enough. I grab his ass and pull his body deeper inside me; my nails sink into his skin, and I feel him thrust that extra inch.

  Orlando pushes me back hard against the wall. The bricks dig into my back. Pain mixes with pleasure and makes me want to explode.

  “Shit, I am close,” I scream.

  He thrusts harder and harder. I feel his body begin to tense.

  “Cum for me baby,” I whisper into his ear.

  “I am almost there.” He grunts deeply.

  He thrusts harder and harder; his strokes shorten and his body tenses. I feel my body reaching its final moment. My orgasm flows in an eruption.

  Orlando stiffens as his body jerks, he thrusts once, and a second time, then he thrusts a third. I feel him spilling his hot seed into the depths of my pussy.

  My head lolls against his chest, I feel his heart race
as his head rests on mine. My belly rises and falls as I gasp for breath. Orlando steps back from me and his spent cock slides from my more-than-satisfied pussy.

  He leans against the wall, and we let the rain wash over our bodies. Traces of our love making mingle with the falling water and fall to the floor.

  I turn my head to Orlando and smile. “It will be a different sort of shooting tomorrow,” I say.

  “It will only be one shot as well,” he replies.

  “Are we going, again?” I ask.

  “Give me twenty minutes, or more,” he says, playfully biting my ear.

  “Ignorance is bliss, but being blissful doesn’t mean you are ignorant.”

  Orlando

  “Don’t overdo a good thing, it will come back and bite you.”

  I wake and swing my legs from the bed. That was the last time I would sleep here until The Kingmaker was dead. Tonight, I had to stay away from the club and arrive as a dancer tomorrow. It would be the first time I had been away from Tina for, well I can’t remember the last time I had spent a night away from her. We had become inseparable really, which was quite an achievement for me, or maybe it was Tina that I had subconsciously been looking for. Either way, I was now happy the way things were going. It was true, we were all going to be a part of what many would say was murder, but we looked at it as redemption for everything The Kingmaker had done.

  I pull on an old pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt. I slip my feet into my running shoes and creep down the stairs. I grab a pen and leave Tina a small note on the kitchen table.

  Gone to check out the gym, love Orl xxx

  I walk through the club and can see Scott had just arrived. I quickly walk over to him. “Can I crash at your place tonight?” I ask.

  “You haven’t had an argument have you?” he asks.

  “Not at all, we have the opening of the club tomorrow, and we have something else going on,” I say.

  “Sure, no problem, I leave here around seven,” he says.