His eyes land on mine and I lift my chin in agreement, knowing the kind of hell it will raise if the truth will bubble to the surface. Secrets always have a way of rising to the fucking surface if you don’t bury shit deep enough. And keeping her in plain sight? Yeah, things are bound to get ugly at some point.
CHAPTER FIVE
— Aspen —
I’m standing in the kitchen once again. For the last few days all I’ve done is spent my days here in the clubhouse, making food for my friend to make sure she gets her strength back. Not much else to do, because everyone else is way too busy with other things they have to deal with. Kinney had to leave two nights ago when Kier claimed Yara as his old lady. Something about needing to visit his contact out of state to get things set without any trace.
Byrne stalks into the kitchen. “Smells fuckin’ great, what are you making?”
He tries to glance over my shoulder but I whirl around and point my spoon in his face. “You will get the leftovers as soon as my friend has eaten. Just like yesterday, the day before, and the day before that.”
“But you have to make sure there’s something left ‘cause all them fuckers are snatching it up,” Byrne pouts.
I turn to stir the large batch of chili. “There’s enough for everyone and I made some fresh Italian bread and cheese sticks.”
The scraping of a chair makes me glance over my shoulder to order Byrne to get out of the kitchen. I hate when people watch me cook. But instead of looking into Byrne’s eyes, I’m staring into Kinney’s.
I try to act indifferent and quickly turn my attention back to the chili. “Back already?”
I place the spoon on the counter and make myself busy with getting the fresh bread and cheese sticks I made out of the oven.
“I drove ten hours straight to get back here. Every time you cook, I miss having a taste. It’s as if you cook shit on purpose when I have business to tend to.” His voice comes out as a tired growl.
I take the sharp knife and slice off a piece of bread and spread some of my homemade herb butter on it before I place it in front of Kinney.
“That’s because I cook when you leave. It keeps my hands and mind busy,” I simply say.
Turning off the stove, I grab a bowl and scoop in some of the chili and place it next to his plate with the bread. I fill two other bowls and place them on the tray along with some slices of bread and cheese sticks.
When I’m about to head out, Kinney snaps, “Byrne, bring the tray to Kier. Don’t fucking touch the food. Aspen, grab yourself a bowl and join me.”
I reluctantly hand over the tray and scoop some of the food in a bowl. I’m actually quite hungry but I never eat much when I cook. Mainly because it’s all gone after I come back from bringing Kier and Yara their dinner. Kinney called earlier to let us know the new ID was set in place and Yara is now called Mira, and I should forget Yara and use only Mira from here on out.
“This is delicious,” Kinney compliments.
I ignore his compliment and try to eat as fast as I can. The last few days have been dragging and with Kinney gone, the whole situation is freaking me out. Where I’m normally strong and collected, the shift in being jobless, hooked up to this guy, and trying to still save my friend from a notorious mobster is throwing me off-kilter.
Mainly because normally I’d be the one in charge and handling everything. Reporting only to my asshole supervisor. I guess that’s the massive change here, I don’t have to deal with that asshole anymore. Instantly my appetite is gone and I shove my bowl away.
The bowl is shoved back in my direction. “Eat. Or tell me what’s bugging you.”
I get up from the table. I don’t owe him anything. “I’m done,” I simply say and throw the rest of the food away, washing the bowl in the sink right after. Before I stalk out of the kitchen, I throw over my shoulder, “The guys can have the rest.”
Byrne appears out of nowhere and releases a cheer, heading straight for the chili.
“Leave,” Kinney thunders. “Aspen, sit your tight ass back at this table.”
I’m contemplating refusing him and heading for the room or following damn orders like I’m one of his guys or one of the sweetbutts for him to order around.
“Think before you act,” Kinney easily supplies.
I shoot him a glare and cross my arms in front of my chest and don’t move an inch. It’s the whole in between thing; not going to my room but also not following his order to sit my tight ass down, as he so kindly put it.
“Do I even dare ask what crawled up your ass to be pissed off at me?” he says with amusement tainting his voice.
“I’m glad to say nothing since you’re handling everything. Can I go? I have a hot date with nothing in my room.”
His lips twist in amusement. He reaches inside his leather cut and pulls out an envelope he throws on the table. “Mira’s stuff. Everything is set with the name she picked before I left.”
“Good. Can I leave?”
“As soon as you put on your shoes and get on the back of my bike, we can leave,” he easily supplies.
My eyes narrow. “Why should I get on the back of your bike?”
“To go shopping. You need new stuff and you can get things for Mira as well. We should have done it sooner but with everything going on there hasn’t been time. Maybe we should take the SUV instead, women and clothes, right?” Again, with the lips twitching.
“I’m glad everything is amusing you,” I snap and head out of the kitchen.
I hear his footsteps behind me. I don’t bother looking back since I’m doing what he requested; getting my shoes and coat. Well, not my coat obviously. I came here wearing a tight skirt, bra, and hooker-heels.
I look up from putting my shoes on and ask, “Can we make a stop somewhere? I’d like to get my own money.”
Kinney is leaning against the wall, watching me with his always guarded eyes. “You’re mine, Aspen. This means I get to spoil you.”
“Great, I’m a kept woman. Does this mean I get the bling-bling around my neck to show off the ball and chain?” I sneer.
“I have to handle business for a few days and come back to this?” He waves a hand in my direction as if to pinpoint my attitude. “We have an agreement, Aspen. You could walk away but I would have to withdraw the favors. I’m sure Mira...no, then it would be Yara...wouldn’t like the consequences.”
My upper lip twitches in disgust. I shouldn’t be so surprised, men always like to shove your face in the fact they run your life. I take a deep breath and shove down my murderous intentions and paint a smile on my face. A fake one I have perfected over time when I had to do my job.
Kinney’s eyes seem to scan every inch of my face until he ultimately nods and heads out of the room, leaving me to follow him. He stops at Kier’s room and lightly taps the door. When Kier opens he hands him the envelope without any words and stalks out of the clubhouse. The ride to the mall is in silence and it suits me just fine.
When he parks the SUV and shuts down the engine he turns to face me. “Play the part, Aspen. I’m too fucking tired to deal with your attitude while I have all these new issues on my plate.”
“Don’t act like a horrendous child, gotcha,” I state without any emotion.
He swears under his breath and rubs a hand over his face. “Leon wants half a million and the deal Luigi promised him; to distribute in our fucking town. He took one of Shea’s guards last night, strapped him against a tree in front of Shea’s house, put a damn tire around his neck, and lit the tire on fire.”
The both of us are staring straight ahead, silence yet again fills the SUV. I know he deals with a lot and it makes me want to help. I mentally go over things that might give him something to work with, I come up with a piece of information he might need.
“As you know, Leon has two guys working as his second in command. One never leaves his side and handles more of the face to face meetings while the other handles most of the extreme stuff. Mario, I’m sure that’s the
one who took the guard. My supervisor had a file. I’ve seen the transcripts of surveillance. He has a routine. Each Tuesday he takes hookers to a special apartment on the outskirts of town.” I close my eyes and visualize the paper I’ve briefly glanced over. “I can give you the address if you need it.”
“I need it,” Kinney slowly says. “And you would just shake this information out of your brain?”
I slowly turn my head to connect with his hard face. “I have a photographic memory.”
His eyebrow raises as if he’s mocking me. Asshole. “Your chair in church has a tiny scratch on the top left as if someone sliced a knife through it since it’s not a wear and tear kinda scratch. There were three piles of files on the cabinet in the corner and the top one stated ‘Pussy’. I imagine that’s either the strip joint or the whorehouse but the one file on the table with the name Pea scribbled on it is what had my attention since it’s a name I didn’t recognize. And I’ve been in the clubhouse for days. Oh. And Shea had slight wrinkles in his pants and the dirt on his almost perfect shoes made me think he visited his wife’s grave before he came to meet you the day I met him. Anything else? Just mention what you want me to describe where I’ve been and I’ll grab the image I have locked in my brain and pull it up so I can describe it for you. Otherwise, let’s get out and do some shopping so I can give you the address and you can disappear to handle business once again.”
His hand slides over one side of my face, turning my head to force me to look at him. “You’re pissed I left. Believe me, I feel the same way. We should have fucked days ago when I claimed you as my old lady. It would have put the both of us in a better mood.”
Is this guy for real? I rip my face away from his touch and get the hell out of the SUV. Kinney strolls around it and laces his fingers with mine as if we’re the perfect happy couple. Inside I’m fuming but there’s little for me to do about anything. My friend needs me not to ruin the safe haven this man has given her.
Kinney shows patience while I shop for some clothes. More for Mira than for me but the shopping bags pile up in the back of the SUV when we finally head back for the clubhouse. Kinney grabs all the bags from the backseat before I can grab any and it leaves me to follow him inside. He stalks straight to his room and throws all the bags on the floor before shutting—and locking—the door behind me.
He grabs a piece of paper and a pen from the desk and holds them out to me. “Write down the address of Leon’s guy you mentioned, and the time and day we can find the fucker there.”
I quickly write down what he requested and hand the stuff back. Right when I try to sort out the bags, I’m grabbed by my waist as my breath catches from being thrown through the air, my ass bouncing on the bed the next instant.
My mind is still processing when his body covers mine. His face is hovering close. His hands grip my wrists and slowly guides them up toward the headboard. He’s straddling me and only briefly lets me go when he reaches for something on the bedside table. Glancing up to the headboard I watch with bulging eyes while Kinney expertly binds my hands with his belt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, half astound, half filled with desire the way he takes action.
My body has been craving him unintentionally from the way he intrigued me when we first met face to face, and even more when he voiced the way he wanted to have me underneath him.
“Beautiful,” he muses and lets a finger slide down the swell of my breasts. “Do you know how I’ve longed to have the time to myself and explore your body? To not have my brain occupied by work and drained from energy? The days knowing you’re mine and not being able to taste this sweet pussy has given me a serious case of blue balls.”
My heart races while my blood runs hot through my veins, heating up my entire body. Kinney’s hands slide over my fabric covered skin, pulling at my clothes to remove each piece. Pants, on the floor, panties along with my socks and shoes. My shirt is ripped off because my hands are tied and I’m finally completely bare to him.
Stepping off the bed he sheds his clothes while letting his gaze slide over me. I swallow hard at the sight of his dick. His hand wraps around his thick, hard length and he lazily strokes up and down. His thumb rubs over the precum, glistening over the angry red head. From this distance I can see the veins wrapped around his thick length and I instantly know it will feel good when he’s sliding in and out of me.
He places one knee on the mattress, making it dip underneath his weight. He reaches forward and lets his thumb spread his precum over my lips. I let my tongue sneak out to taste him and as the saltiness hits, Kinney rumbles a groan that makes my pussy clench with anticipation.
He’s kneeling between my legs, grabbing hold underneath my knees and pressing my legs up to lift my pussy up in the air while his face inches closer. With our eyes locked he slowly licks through the lips of my pussy, tonguing my bundle of nerves to make electricity shoot through my body.
The visual before me is not only branded into my mind due to my photographic memory, it’s scorched deep from the heat this man ignites with his wicked tongue. Normally my hands would be free to delve my fingers into a guy’s hair to guide him where I need his tongue, but this man doesn’t need guidance. If anything, it’s an overload of pleasure and I have no other option but to endure his assault.
No complaints. None. He slowly releases my legs and keeps them over his shoulders as he frees his hands to slide a finger inside my pussy. In, out, adding another. I clamp down at the same time as he curls his fingers and hits some freaking secret place I didn’t know the existence of because it’s detonation time. The most mind shattering orgasm overtakes my body and I’ve never welcomed such intense emotions.
I moan his name over and over until the tremors have faded. Some of my brain cells start to work again and I take a gulp of air right before I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper. My eyes slide down between my legs as I watch Kinney nudge his dick against the lips of my pussy. Even the inch he teases me with is enough to make me shiver.
“So fucking hot. So fucking wet. Feel how perfect your pussy accommodates my cock, darlin’?” A groan rips from his chest when he slams his hips forward and fills me up in one stroke.
My eyes are closed, fighting to breathe through the combination of pleasure and the erotic bite of pain to accommodate his thick, hard length.
His breath is hot on my face along with the words, “Give me your eyes. I need for you to know whose cock your taking deep and who your body and mind belong to. Give it to me, Aspen. Your eyes. Your voice screaming little moans of pleasure along with my name on your lips. Your fucking body and soul along with it. Mine. All of it.”
His fingers dig into my hips, tilting me slightly to slide deeper as he pounds inside me with a punishing rhythm.
“Kinney!” I gasp. My eyes fly open when the first wave of ecstasy washes over me while his gaze takes me in.
His hips never falter and I can feel him thicken inside me, pounding away as if he needs to make sure I will feel him for the next few days to come.
“You’re mine, Aspen,” he growls with fierce determination.
I still refuse to give him the words but my body shamelessly surrenders to his claim when he prolongs my pleasure. Suddenly he pulls out—leaving me devastatingly empty—rips the condom off his dick and coats my stomach with thick, hot ropes of cum while he grunts my name and dares to freaking glare at me.
“Word of advice, don’t glare at a woman if you want back inside her pussy.” I pull at the belt that’s still holding my wrists captive. “Untie me,” I order with a little too much snap in my voice.
Kinney smirks. “And a word of advice for you, darlin’. Don’t snap and order me around, you might not like the results.”
He gets up from the bed and stalks with his sculpted ass in the direction of the bathroom.
“Untie me,” I gasp in astonishment.
Kinney glances over his shoulder. “Already regretting you didn’t give me the words, huh
? If you would have said you’re mine I would have released you to feel your nails dig into my shoulders when I came hard inside your sweet pussy. Now you get to be covered with my cum while all you can do is stare at it.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I seethe.
CHAPTER SIX
— Kinney —
“I think she’s planning to assassinate me,” I say somewhat joking but maybe a tad serious.
Nics snickers. “Then you shouldn’t have provoked an assassin and kept her tied to your bed after fucking her and taking a shower before cutting her loose. I mean, you could have gagged her so we wouldn’t have heard all the ways she wants to kill you in between curses and outrage. I don’t need to mention how thin the walls are around here, right?”
I snicker at the memory. She’s such a delight. One I love to fuck and control. But that’s how far the whole old lady thing goes. She made it abundantly clear she doesn’t want my claim, and I’ll be damned if I demand her to be fully mine again. I thought she wanted this thing between us to be more real and personal when she was clearly annoyed I was gone to handle business and we hadn’t fucked yet.
Seems I was wrong. There’s a timer on our time together and clearly, it’s for good reason. I need to focus on the tasks at hand anyway.
“Did the information she gave me pan out?” I ask, deliberately changing the subject.
Nics nods. “It did. We have eyes on the place and all we need is one word and we can have the fucker strapped to a chair in one of our empty warehouses.”
“Get it done. I’ll head over to Shea and ask if he wants in on the action. Text me if you have everything set.” Nics nods at my words and stands from his seat.
“You coming, Kier? Or is your dick attached to the chick you’ve been fawning over ever since you dragged—and locked—her in your room?” Kier doesn’t even drag his gaze away from Mira when Nics challenges him, he merely shakes his head.
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