Elicit: (Decadence After Dark Book 5)

by M. Never

  I stop whisking and look up at him with a sidelong gaze.

  “I’m okay,” I admit.

  “Jett had no idea about Alistair,” he states steadfastly.

  Does he think he needs to convince me?

  “I know he didn’t.”

  “Good.” Kayne nods, his strange, sharp eyes illuminating in the morning sun. “He’s the best man I know. Whatever he tells you, believe him.”

  I bat my eyelashes at him bemused. I think this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had. And it’s a heavy one. “I will, I promise.”

  He nods again, satisfied before stealing a cherry.

  “Am I interrupting?” Jett’s voice cuts through the newscaster’s. I glance over my shoulder and smile flirtatiously. “Kayne was just telling me how much he likes my cherry.”

  “I bet.” Jett traps my waist tightly as I stand at the stovetop. “Good thing for him I like to share.” He kisses my neck and purrs, “Nice to see you have a sense of humor this morning.”

  “It’s a new morning and a new me.” I try to sound confident.

  “One day at a time,” he reminds me amorously, caressing my hips.

  Kayne groans. “Get. A. Room.”

  “Would you be joining us in that room?” Jett badgers him.

  Kayne just stares, unamused. For such a domineering man in bed, he’s very reserved when presented with the opportunity. Sometimes I can’t seem to make heads or tails of him.

  With no comment from Kayne, Jett swipes a cherry for himself, then adds, “You look like shit, by the way.”

  Kayne responds with a low growl in his throat. I swear, I wonder if he’s part wolf at times.

  “I’m going to shower.” Kayne downs his coffee, spectacularly ignoring Jett’s ridicule. “Check my office in a little bit,” he orders like a dictator.

  “Will do,” Jett agrees, taking Kayne’s spot next to me, leaving just the two of us in the kitchen and the local news. Jett picks another cherry from the bowl with a wicked glint in his eye. “You have no idea what I want to do with you and this cherry.” He runs the red, heart-shaped piece of fruit along his bottom lip. “Are you wearing underwear?”

  “Yes.” My cheeks flush the same dark shade of the cherry.

  “That’s too bad.” Jett captures it between his teeth and licks it indecently with his tongue. At this rate, these eggs are never getting into the pan.

  “I can always take my underwear off.” I play his little game. “Then sit on the counter and show you my little cherry.”

  Jett swallows the cherry in one gulp. “Jesus, woman.” He leans in and kisses me, plunging his tongue straight down my throat. “I don’t just want to see your cherry.” His voice is husky. “I want to lick it and bite it and suck it and then clamp it.” He nips the tip of my tongue. “And play with it until you come.”

  Holy fuck, this man and his words. You’d think after last night our bodies would need a rest, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. We can barely get enough of each other.

  “I think the eggs can wait.” I place the glass bowl next to the stove so I can rip my underwear off.

  “In breaking news, famed real estate mogul Easton Erickson was found dead on his luxury fishing boat yesterday morning.”

  At the abrupt mention of my father’s name I jump, knocking the bowl of scrambled eggs to the ground. The glass shatters everywhere as the news story continues. “A fire claimed his life. Flames engulfed the forty-foot yacht while anchored ten miles off Great Kills Harbor in Staten Island. It has been reported Erickson and his assistant died of smoke inhalation while asleep. Dental records were needed to identify the bodies.”

  I stare blankly at Jett. He doesn’t seem to be surprised by the news. “I told you I’d take care of everything,” he whispers conspiratorially. “Your monsters are dead, burned, and will soon be buried.” He picks me up and sets me on the counter, speechless. “Don’t move until I can clean this up.”

  I sit there in a daze as Jett absorbs, sweeps, and mops up the runny eggs and all the shards of glass. Who is this man? Who is he really? How can he be capable of so many secretive and devious and underhanded things, and still come off professional and compassionate and sensual and caring?

  “Don’t look at me like that. My mother taught me to pull my weight.” He deposits the mop back in the broom closet.

  “I’m not staring at you because you can clean. I’m staring at you because I have no idea who you are.”

  “You do know who I am. I’m the man who’s vowed to look after you. To protect you. Care about you.” He anchors his hand behind my neck and touches his forehead tenderly to mine.

  “Why?” The question pops out before I can stop it.

  “You know why. I’ve never met a woman like you, and I doubt I ever will. We’re two black pearls born of the same oyster.”

  “A match?”

  “A perfect match.”

  “Oh god, you two are sickening.” Jenna drags herself into the kitchen. “I need coffee before I am subjected to cute.”

  Jett and I break apart as Jenna shuffles around the expansive kitchen in adorable little ruffle shorts and matching tank top.

  She’s one to talk about cute. Because she’s cute as a button.

  “Do you want breakfast?” I ask.

  “Yes, please.” She sits at the island across from us. Ever since I started tutoring her, I’ve developed an affection for her. Sort of like the sorority little I never had. I hop off the counter, turn off the TV, and make both Jenna and Jett a plate. I have my domestic moments. I place a pancake, a piece of French toast, and a few pieces of bacon on each dish, while Jett grabs the silverware. As I place a plate in front of Jenna, I gasp when I notice the angry red burns around her wrists. She immediately tucks her arms under the lip of the island.

  “It’s nothing. Don’t make a big deal,” she hisses.

  I don’t know what surprises me more, the marks or Jenna’s reaction.

  “Big deal about what?” Jett sits next to her. “Let me see.”

  Jenna reluctantly reveals her raw wrists. “It’s not a big deal. Your houseguest likes to play rough. That’s all.” She tries to play it off.

  Jett inspects both her wrists reprehensibly, clearly unhappy.

  “It’s fine, I can handle it.” She pulls her hands out of his grasp. “I’m a professional, remember?”

  Jett and I share the same wary look.

  “Don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable doing,” Jett sternly reminds her.

  “I won’t.” Jenna comes off like a surly teenager. Which she sort of still is. Sometimes we forget she’s only nineteen.

  Jett stands and places a long, firm kiss on her head. “I have some things to do,” he relays. “Take it easy today. Both of you.” Jenna and I both nod obediently.

  I watch sadly as he takes his breakfast to go.

  Once alone, I sit next to Jenna and put my arm around her. “Is it really okay?”

  She sniffles suddenly and my heart breaks. “It was pretty awful.” She buries her face in my neck and cries softly. I fall apart. I can empathize with every single thing she’s feeling right now. Dirty, used, frightened. She’s still so young and impressionable. I wish more than anything that she had a different life.

  “What do you say we spend the day in bed, find some mindless TV to watch, and binge on popcorn?” I suggest to make her feel better.

  Jenna giggles through her tears. “Is binging on popcorn the only thing we can do in bed?” She lifts her head and seduces me with big watery green eyes.

  “No.” I trace her lips. “We can do anything you want.”

  “Good.” She sniffs. “Because spending the day in bed sounds really good right now.”

  “I’m yours all day long.” I kiss her softly, rubbing my tongue sensually against hers.

  “Mmm,” she moans, opening her mouth wider and deepening the kiss. “Can we go upstairs and disappear right now?” she asks between intakes of breath.

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p; “Yes.” I lick my way down her neck. “I’ll bring the cherries.”

  I SIT IN KAYNE’S LARGE leather office chair and watch the wall of monitors. For now, everything is how it should be.

  There’s not one trace left from the massacre the other night and Ellie is still locked away safely in the dungeon. For how long? Only time will tell. She seems to be a bit of a spitfire. Kayne didn’t think she would last a day down there, and here we are, going on number three. We’ve luckily slid under the radar with all the chances we’ve taken. We haven’t had this much excitement in I can’t tell you how long. Hopefully, yesterday was the last of it. I don’t need any more red flags waving while Javier is here.

  My attention snags on a monitor broadcasting London and Jenna crawling into bed. Little minxes.

  I swear, London is so attached to Jenna I wouldn’t be surprised if we end up in a triad relationship. Not that I would mind. If London wants Jenna, she can have her. And with what she’s doing with those cherries right now, it’s clear she wants her very badly. Lucky little piece of fruit.

  I sit back and enjoy the show while keeping my eye on everything else. Fuck, I could watch London eat pussy all day. I’m going to be hard enough to hammer nails by the time those two are done with each other. I rub my cock over my jeans as I watch the pleasure on Jenna’s face. Observe as she grips London’s hair and drops her knees, spreading her legs wider and wider. I nearly combust as my little bird makes her come. Every limb of her naked body shaking with ecstasy. The two are so fucking hot together they could burn the entire house down. My cock has its own heartbeat by the time they switch positions.

  I have to stop touching myself as I watch. It’s too easy to just pull on my shaft and share in their desire. I want to save it all for tonight. All for the woman who enraptures me.

  My muscles tense beneath my clothes as she squirms. As she lifts her legs and massages her breasts and moans seductively. Not that I can hear her, but I can pretend. I know her sounds by heart.

  She comes so freely with Jenna. So wild and untamed. She really is a thunderstorm, lightning striking with every move. I can feel her even now. As she rests with Jenna on her chest.

  “Isn’t that a pretty picture?” Kayne comments from behind me. “Did you come in your skinny pants?”

  “I’m sure just as hard as you did,” I sneer.

  We both chuckle. What man in his right mind wouldn’t come after watching those two?

  “How is she?” he asks about Ellie in all seriousness.

  “The same. Think she’s finally ready to crack?”

  “We’ll find out tonight when I visit her again.” He sighs.

  “Are you going to be ready if she does?”

  “I’ll have to be.” The leather creaks as he squeezes the edges of the chair.

  “What are you going to call her?” I wonder aloud.

  “Kitten, I think. She’s frisky.”

  “Okay then.” I stand up. “When kitten is ready to come out and play, let me know. For now, I’m going to keep a close eye on Javier. He hasn’t mentioned anything about El Rey since he arrived, has he?”

  “Nothing.” Kayne stands cross-armed like a Roman statue.

  I raise an eyebrow. This guy had better not be taking us on a wild fucking goose chase.

  “Hey.” Kayne grabs my arm as I pass by him. “You doing okay, after everything with Alistair?”

  “I’m coming to terms. It feels like my own father betrayed me.” I grind my teeth. “I can’t dwell on it right now. I need to concentrate on London and everything else that’s going on.” I wave my hand dismissively.

  “Do you want me to kill him?” Kayne asks. “I know you couldn’t do it, but I can.”

  His sinister question actually makes me laugh, and it’s surprisingly cathartic. I know he’s as serious as cancer, but his blunt loyalty lifts my spirits.

  “You think I’m being funny?” he asks affronted.

  “No, I know you’re dead serious. It’s why I trust you with my life.”

  “Then is that a yes?”

  “It’s a thank you, but no. As much I want to kill the monster who tortured London, the man has many more layers . . . And people who love him . . . Like my mother . . . And Amber.” I exhale, mentally exhausted.

  “And you,” Kayne tacks on.

  I regard him regretfully. “And me.”

  I find Javier helping himself to pancakes and bacon in the kitchen.

  My skin crawls from just the simple fact he’s touching something London made.

  “Good morning.” He hits me with a loathsome smile.

  “Morning. How did you sleep?” I ask, feigning politeness.

  “Wonderfully. You have a very inviting home.” Every polite word that leaves his lips oozes like slime.

  “Thank you. We try.” I hide my disdain.

  I want to ask him if he enjoyed abusing Jenna last night. If he liked hearing all the pained sounds from the torture he inflicted.

  But I already know the answer. Yes.

  “You look troubled my friend,” Javier comments intuitively.

  “It’s just been a very long weekend.”

  “Is there always so much excitement?” He sits at the island, eager to dig in to breakfast.

  I pause, wondering exactly which excitement he’s referring to.

  “Not always, but sometimes there’s fireworks,” I confide.

  Javier smiles deviously. “I love fireworks. They’re so . . . spectacular.” The dark look in his black eyes is nefarious. I inwardly shudder. Javier has convinced me he was born without a soul by just this conversation alone.

  “I’ll let you enjoy your breakfast. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

  He nods solicitously. “For now, I’m fine. I would like the pleasure of some company later.”

  I inwardly cringe. Of course he would.

  “I’ll send someone to your room.” My forced response burns my tongue like acid.

  “The young lady I indulged in the past few nights?” he requests as he indulges in a piece of syrup-smothered pancake.

  I swallow the millions of razor blades my saliva has become.

  “Spice is unfortunately preoccupied today. But I have six other girls who are at your beck and call.”

  His gaze morphs into something blacker than midnight. “An orgy. How fun.”

  “If that’s what you fancy.” I fight to keep my facial expression stoic.

  “I fancy many, many things.” Filth drips from his words.

  “I’ll set it up.” I turn on my heel with my stomach churning. This is going to be so much harder than I ever anticipated.

  I retreat to my office and prolong disturbing the girls for as long as possible. It’s Sunday. Their day to unwind and regroup. I hate asking them to work, but it has to be done. He has to trust us. And if this is the way, so be it.

  As the sun sets through the windows, I finally force myself up and out of my office. With dread, I round up all six girls and send them off to Javier’s room. Not one with a complaint. In their mind, he’s just another client to satisfy, no matter the day.

  I text Kayne, knowing he’s holed up in his study watching Ellie like a hawk.

  Me: Six girls in J’s room. Keep an eye out.

  Kayne: Fortuitous bastard. Will do.

  I can’t help but laugh when Kayne uses vocabulary words.

  I shove my phone into my back pocket and make my way to London’s room. Needing an escape, I know I’ll find it with her. London and Jenna are cuddled up on the bed under the covers with a bucket of popcorn, a bowl of cherries, and the air smelling heavenly of sex.

  “Mind if I join the party?” I kick off my shoes and shrug out of my clothes.

  “Never.” They separate as I crawl onto the mattress. I settle against the headboard, sandwiched between two beautiful, naked women.

  “What are we watching?” I grab a handful of popcorn.

  “Sex and the City marathon.” Jenna munches contently o
n her popcorn.

  “You two would binge on a show with a character called Mr. Big.”

  They both smile.

  “Intimidated?” Jenna flirts.

  “Please. You two can enjoy Mr. Big. I’ll just lay here and binge on popcorn and cherries.” I crunch.

  “London and I have two cherries you can binge on.” Jenna reaches over, steals a cherry, and then slips it between my lips. I suck on the sweet little piece of fruit for a moment before chewing it up and swallowing it down.

  “You do both have cherries I love to binge on,” I agree lasciviously.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” London purrs, rubbing my chest and pulling at my nipple ring.

  “Not a damn thing.” I slide down the mattress to make myself more comfortable. My two little sexy sirens prowl all over me, Jenna running her tongue down my torso, London running hers up my neck. My cock strains and twinges with want. My body clamoring for both women.

  I gladly hand over total control as London traps my head between her thighs and Jenna swallows my throbbing cock. My insides tear apart as I’m swathed and trussed and muzzled by pleasure. I suck and lick and swirl my tongue savagely around London’s ripe little cherry. She smells like sex and tastes deliciously like come. Locking my arms around her thighs, I eat her out like a food-addicted man while pumping my cock insistently in and out of Jenna’s hot mouth. She jerks me off as her saliva coats my shaft, her hand slipping over the taught, veiny skin. My moans resonate, vibrating against London’s soaked, delectable pussy. I forget who I am, where I am, and about all the strife that surrounds me, and just live in the moment with these two amorous women who spoil and serve and satisfy me.

  “Jett,” London vocalizes in ruin as she rides my face, sprinting closer and closer to that jagged, self-indulgent edge. Every muscle below my waist rips and throbs and pulsates as the heady sensations resonate. As they quicken my pulse and pound in my ears.

  Make me come, make me come I chant in my head as Jenna’s mouth and hands work harder.

  “Oh fuck!” London pulls on my hair and jerks her hips as she spasms and then erupts, a flash flood of dewy arousal drowning me on the spot. It spills out hotter than lava, scorching my lips and overflowing from my mouth. Her orgasm is so fucking fiery I spontaneously combust into flames.