“Marco, I’m in heaven. I swear, I’m in heaven.”
“Not yet, but you will be. Close your eyes.”
He began gliding the fuzzy ball across her body, but the soft pleasure was unpredictably interrupted with the lightly stinging strands of leather, and as he continued the pattern she found herself holding her breath, waiting for the sting, then letting out a long breath when the comforting fuzz lovingly caressed the prickling pain.
“Mmm, nice,” he muttered, pausing his torment to slip his fingers into her sex, “your pussy is drenched. On to your hands and knees and keep those eyes closed.”
Feeling weak with need, not sure if she had the strength, she rolled on to her stomach and pushed herself up, and as he flicked the leather across her bottom it only served to fuel her fevered craving.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice maddeningly calm as the fleece ball replaced the thin strap and roamed over her backside, “and I mean everything.”
“More of the whip, but I want your cock too,” she bleated, “and the fur like you’re doing it now. I want it all, I want everything. You make me crazy.”
She sensed his lips before she felt his breath against her ear, and she knew he was about to say something that would stoke the passion furiously burning inside her.
“I’m going to redden your ass, then your pussy.”
“M-my pussy?”
“And bring you to the edge with my mouth,” he continued, his whispered promises making her pulse race and her heart pound, “then fuck you until you’re screaming.”
She heard a low, long groan escape her lips, but a moment later she felt a pillow being placed between her arms. His hand on her neck gently pushed her down, and as she dropped to her elbows, she felt her backside high in the air, leaving her lewdly exposed.
The first swish of the leather tongues was quickly followed by another, then another, and as he expertly striped her cheeks she squealed into the pillow, but it didn’t feel like punishment, it felt like luscious torture. The heat was rippling deliciously through her body and she never wanted it to end, but when he drifted the fluffy ball where the leather had landed its prickling kiss, she mewed in gratitude. Lost in the scintillating sensations, when she felt something sharply tickling her pussy, she realized he’d begun lightly whipping her pussy.
It was an alarming thought, but the pain wasn’t pain, it was something else, something amazing, something she was sure would make her come, but it stopped as abruptly as it had begun. His hands were holding her hot bottom, his mouth was lapping at her sex, and his tongue was twirling around her clit, taking her higher and higher.
“Sir, Sir, please, permission—I can’t—”
Abruptly the intense erotic pleasure was gone, he was kneeling up behind her, his cock teasing her entrance.
“Do you remember what I said?”
“You’re going to fuck me until I’m screaming,” she managed, panting through the words.
“Come when it hits you,” he said huskily, then plunged into her, making her cry out before she dropped her head back to the pillow.
Gazing down at her voluptuous glowing backside, relishing her taste against his lips, and feeling her pussy’s hot succulence envelop his cock, Marco wasn’t sure how long he could last. He paused, and resting his palm on one of her upraised cheeks, he landed a slap. She bucked back against him as if asking for more, and he smacked again. He began to thrust and spank, and when he felt her reaching her apex, he touched his finger to her puckered rosebud. As she threw back her head and let out a wail, he accelerated with rapid, powerful strokes, and when her orgasm seized her, he thrust his finger forward.
Though she dropped her face into the pillow her screams filled the room, and his attempts to suppress his groans were in vain. Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth he surrendered to the glorious spasms, but as they began to wane he realized she was still in the clutches of her climax. Pulling back his finger, he grasped her hips with both hands, holding her tightly against his pelvis until the last shuddering spasm had left her.
It took several minutes for their breathing to return to normal and their hearts to stop pounding. Shifting on to his side and propping himself up on his elbow, he brought his free hand under her chin, asking her sparkling green eyes to look up at him.
“I meant what I said,” he murmured. “I do love you.”
His voice was soft, and his chocolate eyes were staring into hers with an impenetrable gaze.
“Marco, I know this is corny, but…I’m hopelessly in love with you. Seriously, that’s how I feel, hopeless.”
“You’re the least hopeless female I’ve ever met.”
“It’s a good hopeless, it’s the best feeling in the world. It’s weird though, because I feel hopeless and helpless, but strong and powerful at the same time.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“You definitely fit the strong and powerful part,” she said with a soft smile.
“I just wanted to make sure you knew I meant it,” he murmured, then letting out a sigh he dropped his hand from her chin. “I hate to bring us back to the real world, but you said you had something to tell me, and I have things to tell you as well.”
“I suppose we do need to talk about work,” she said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “Okay, prepare yourself. Jason Dean is a hijacked identity.”
“What?”
“Yep. The social security number he’s using belonged to a Jason Dean who died when he was only three years old, and there’s more.”
“Go on.”
“His supposed home address is only about a mile up the hill from me. I rode up there and checked it out and I’m sure it’s a front. It’s surrounded by a high brick wall, but I was able to climb up the hill across the street and watch it for a while. I emailed you and Johnny the photos. Didn’t you get them? It’s a very nice home, it’s big, but it looks as if there are several girls living there, along with a couple of goons.”
“Damn. Yeah, I saw your email, but when I started to look through the attachments I got interrupted and never got back to them,” he said picking up his phone from the nightstand. “Kat! You’re right! It’s a hostel for hookers. I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t notice, but with that wall…”
“And you know how people are, they don’t want to get involved. The question is, if he doesn’t live there, where does he live?”
“The mansion?”
“That’s what I’m thinking. Anyway, he came on to the acting scene about seven years ago. He was just another unknown until he got that role on The Last Stand. He was a heartthrob overnight.”
“Sure, I remember. The show didn’t last but it launched him.”
“But, Marco, he took that identity and became another person, and I have no idea who he was before then. I couldn’t find anything. Johnny has the team working on it. Hopefully they’ll find something.”
Resting his back against the headboard, Marco let out a low whistle.
“So, Jason Dean is somebody else. Fascinating.”
“What about you? What did you find out?”
“You probably already know I spoke to him.”
“Johnny told me. He said Jason’s coming to the wake tomorrow, and asked if you were taking over the Kings.”
“That smarmy actor is up to his neck in all this.”
“I’m sure he is. Did you find anything else on Kratos?”
“Nothing, and he had to have peddlers. I’ve been hanging in that gang for two years, and not once did he ask me to get involved in the distribution, but at least now I know why. He knew I was a fed. He kept me close enough to exploit me for what he needed, but far enough at bay so I couldn’t find anything on the operation. I should have realized he’d made me.”
“HH is a really vicious guy, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe it wasn’t just you. Maybe Kratos kept his members out of the loop because he was protecting them. He didn�
��t want them anywhere near HH after he learned how savage and brutal he is.”
“I hadn’t thought about that, but you could be right. Something else happened today, unrelated to all this crap.”
“What?”
“After I spoke to you these three kids came in, maybe around fifteen years old, and one of them pulled out a package of cigarettes. I nailed his ass.”
“Really?”
“It was weird. I’d been thinking about Kratos and how different his life could’ve been, and I felt compelled to lecture them about choices. I know I scared them, and I think…I hope…I might have made a difference.”
“Wow. That’s heavy. It’s great, but it’s heavy.”
“I hate smoking, and I’ve had to live around it for two years. It makes me sick.”
“I quit about a year ago,” she said softly. “Sometimes I relapse.”
“Not anymore you don’t!”
“Uh. Right. Not anymore.”
A fresh fluttering of butterflies jumped to life, and leaning against him she rested her head against his chest.
“I love you, Marco.”
“I love you, Kat.”
“I need to go to sleep now, baby.”
“Yeah, me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
As Marco made love to Kat early the following morning, they experienced a newfound intimacy. He was soft and sensuous, loitering his mouth over her breasts, gently nibbling her nipples as he fingered her pussy, and kissing her lovingly as he rode them to their orgasms. Lying breathless and in each other’s arms, he ignored the passing hands of the clock and luxuriated in their closeness.
“I suppose we have to make a move,” she grudgingly mumbled.
“I suppose we must,” he sighed. “Would you like to have breakfast at the diner across from the tavern?”
“I don’t know, would I?”
“It’s surprisingly good. They make fabulous black walnut waffles.”
“Yum. That sounds great. I’m absolutely in.”
“Am I taking you back to your place, or are you coming to the tavern with me?”
“Home. I want do so more of my own digging on those homes and Jason Dean, and I might swing by that house again.”
“Be careful.”
“It’s my middle name. What time is the memorial starting?”
“At three o’clock, but I’m sure the place will be jammed all day. I have no idea how we’ll pack everyone in.”
“Do you ever open up the sliders on to the patio? That’s what I’d do.”
“I forgot those sliders are there. Kratos never opened them, but that’s exactly what I’ll do. Thanks, Kat. I hope they’ll budge.”
“I’m ravenous. Feed me, please.”
“I am too. Let’s go.”
It was only a short time later they were climbing on to his bike and zipping to the nearby diner, and as they settled into a booth near the window, Marco stared across at the many motorbikes already in the tavern’s parking lot.
“You were right,” Kat remarked. “It’s going to be jammed.”
“I didn’t expect people would show up so early. The place doesn’t usually open until noon. Maybe I should get over there.”
“Have breakfast first, and don’t worry about taking me home. I’ll call for a taxi.”
“I was looking forward to the ride up the hill, but maybe you should.”
As they ordered their food and watched more motorcycles roll up, Kat looked around to make sure no-one was listening, then leaned across the table.
“Marco, I think we should have some of our guys here today. It will be easy for them to get lost in the crowd, and with all the drinking, tongues might get a bit loose. It’s a golden opportunity to get more intel.”
“It’s covered. I talked to Steve about that yesterday. Sorry, I should’ve told you.”
“Yeah, you should’ve, but that’s okay. So much has been going on you can’t remember everything. How will I recognize them?”
“They’ll be wearing T-shirts with snarling wolves on the front.”
“That fits. Wolves on the hunt.”
“That was the first thing I thought too, but Kat, when you come back I want you to stick close to me. There’ll be a ton of bikers you haven’t met. You’ll be seen as fresh meat.”
“Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”
“I know, but I’m pulling rank. I make the rules, remember,” he declared, his voice suddenly stern. “Like I said, I want you sticking close to me, and I’m not kidding around. I know some of the guys showing up today, and they’re not to be messed with.”
As Kat nodded her head, she felt the butterflies. When other men had attempted to lay down the law, she’d tossed her head and did as she pleased, but with Marco it was different. She loved his control and his desire to keep her safe, and she found herself wanting to please him.
The waitress arrived with their breakfast, and both starving they began to devour their meals while continuing to watch the steady stream of visitors arriving to pay their last respects, but as Marco downed his last bite and drank his coffee, Kat saw a frown cross his face.
“What that matter?”
“Isn’t that Jason?”
“It looks like him,” Kat replied, staring out the window. “It’s hard to tell from over here. He’s tall enough, and that mop of sandy hair looks like his, but why are you surprised?”
“He wasn’t going to be here until the memorial service later today.”
“He probably wants to talk to you before it gets too crazy.”
“Then why didn’t he call me? He knows the tavern is closed until noon. Jim opened early, but he didn’t advertise it, so how would Jason know that?”
“Marco, you’re overthinking. Jason has friends in the club. Any one of them could have called and told him.”
“Maybe,” Marco muttered, and though Kat’s suggestion was reasonable, his instinct was telling him something was wrong.
“That was delicious, thanks for bringing me here,” Kat exclaimed, finishing her last waffle and polishing off her tea, but as she looked across at him, it was clear he hadn’t heard her. His focus was still on the actor.
“Marco?”
“Jason showing up like this has me worried. My gut is telling me there’s more to it. Huh. That’s interesting. Check out the van.”
Following his gaze, Kat saw a white panel van backing into the alley that ran alongside the tavern. It stopped very close to the side entrance near the dumpsters. Moving closer to the window, Kat squinted as she studied the innocent looking vehicle.
“Maybe it’s Johnny’s guys with the new chair.”
“No. It’s too clean and it doesn’t have decals, in fact it looks brand new, and the windows are tinted. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a car around here polished to within an inch of its life.”
“You’re right. Our guys would have a fake logo on the side. What do you think it means?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve got a bad feeling, and look, Jason’s out of the bar already. That was quick. How much would you like to bet that van will leave when he does?”
“Zero. I’d lose my money.”
They watched the handsome actor don his helmet and climb on his bike, and as he rode away, the van pulled out from the alley and followed.
“What the hell?” Kat muttered, staring across at Marco with wide eyes.
“I think he…or rather they…were planning on finding the tavern closed and empty and me there by myself, and that van was going to transport me somewhere neither of us want to go.”
“The mansion!”
“Yep. The mansion.”
“I’m suddenly feeling a teensy bit worried,” Kat said, dropping her voice. “I think you’re the one that needs to be careful.”
“I’ll bet Jason was shocked to see all those bikes when he rolled up.”
“He couldn’t have grabbed you with all those guys in there, could he?”
“Who knows.
I used to think Kratos was nuts. He always had Tank at the swinging doors near the bar and Leo down the hall outside the office, but I’m beginning to think his paranoia was justified.”
“You and Leo are tight now, right?”
“Yep, and I think he just got his old job back! I’m going to continue with the custom. Leo can stand outside that office door for me now.”
“Jason’s left though, along with that van. You should be fine.”
“Not necessarily. I think I’m going to take you home and call Steve from there. Find out what time our boys will be showing up. I’d feel better if they were around when I am.”
“You’re that worried?”
“Let’s just say I’m beginning to understand why Kratos was so paranoid, and I think Jason and HH are more closely connected than I thought. If they’re up to something I want to make it as difficult for them as I can.”
“I’m glad you’re being so cautious,” Kat said softly. “I don’t think I could handle it if something happened to you.”
“Remember that if you suddenly take it into your head to do something reckless. I feel exactly the same way.”
“I’m not reckless!”
“You can be,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Come on, let’s go.”
Leaving the diner, Kat climbed on to his bike and wrapped her arms around his torso, and as he roared through the busy Los Angeles streets, the intrigue of their lives seemed incongruous to the everyday hustle and bustle of the city. Winding up the canyon road they were soon approaching the decrepit but beautiful old house, and riding around the back he parked against the shed where Kat kept her motorcycle. Pulling off their helmets they walked around the house, she unlocked the front door, and they trotted up the stairs.
“Do you want anything?” she asked as they entered her apartment,
“After that breakfast I’m set for the day,” Marco replied, moving across the room to stare out at the view. “This really is a cool place. It’s a shame it’s so run down.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just going to change into something more comfortable. Make yourself at home.”
“Something more comfortable? I like the sound of that.”
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