by K, S
Jerra's teeth sank into his shoulder and bit down while her nails dug into the skin of his wide back. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck your pussy," she whispered in his ear.
With her legs wrapped around his waist, Darrell plunged deep. Jerra held on tight, knowing she had provoked the beast and gladly took every inch he gave her. Darrell's movements were wild, raw, and untamed. He bent his knees as he surged inside of her continuously, circling his hips and hitting her clit with just the right amount of friction until Jerra came undone.
This time, his screams mingled with hers as he erupted. His body jerked as warm streams of semen flowed in thick spurts like a gushing fountain. He buried his face in the curve of Jerra's neck as he repeatedly moaned her name. Jerra ran a hand over the back of his soft hair and caressed his nape, holding him tight as he trembled violently. Finally, he let out a deep sigh as the spasms of pleasure began to ease. Their lips met in a series of kisses which were slower, calmer, and less volatile as they relaxed against one another.
Darrell lifted his head and looked up at the dark sky full of stars. “Now it decides to stop rainin'...” he laughed.
Jerra smiled. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way. That was…” She sighed, unable to find the words.
“Mmmm. Believe me. I know.” He let her slowly slide to the ground. Jerra adjusted her clothes while Darrell picked up his shirt and pulled it on. “Ready?"
Jerra nodded. They took their time and walked back to the house with their arms wrapped around each other and exchanging soft kisses along the way. As they entered the kitchen, Jerra was giggling at the filthy suggestion Darrell had just whispered in her ear, but they came to a sudden stop when they looked over and saw their friends sitting at the counter finishing up dessert and talking. However, the conversation was all but forgotten when four pairs of incredulous eyes turned their way and took in their wet appearance. Jerra's dress was soaking wet and her hair was plastered to her head. Darrell's jeans were molded to his body while his wet, dirty shirt hung open with half of the buttons missing.
"What the fuck..." Dominick muttered. "Where...? Wait, were you two out in the...?"
"Damn, we peeked out the door, but figured you were somewhere under the covered area talking," Marcus stated with amusement.
Jerra turned her face into Darrell's chest in embarrassment while he only laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, we, uh, we were talkin' alright. I'm surprised ya'll didn't hear Jerra's part of the conversation from in here."
"Darrell!" Jerra punched him on the shoulder, but she couldn't hide the huge grin on her face.
"What, baby? Matter a fact, we still got some more 'talkin’' to do, so we'll holla at ya'll lata." Darrell threw deuces to his boys and blew the women a kiss as he pulled Jerra behind him.
"But...Darrell…wait!" She managed to grab onto the doorjamb just before he pulled her out of the kitchen long enough to yell back at them in a frenzied rush. "Bye, Marcus! Leesh, I'll call you tomorrow! Keisha, chica, talk to you later! Congratulations to you and Dom again! If you have any problems with DJ, just –"
"Jerra!" Darrell peeled her fingers away, picked up her and carried her out while Jerra giggled and rained kisses over his face. The other four were left standing in the kitchen staring at the empty doorway.
"Alrighty, then," Keisha remarked with a grin. "Guess that means things are back on track."
"Thank goodness!" Aleesha agreed.
"Yeah, thought I was gonna have to commit my boy if that had lasted much longer," Marcus laughed. He looked at Aleesha and Keisha. "You women got sex on lock. Ya'll love to abuse the power of the 'p'. That ain't right."
His statement set off an argument between the women and the men until Dom's cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and stood. "I'll be right back, and when I do, I better find my man in the same condition I left him in," he joked as he walked out of the kitchen and answered the call.
"Wassup big brother? Finally got around to returning my call, huh?"
Angel leaned back in his chair and propped his feet, clad in expensive Italian loafers, up on his desk. "For your information, I just flew back in, smartass. I've been out of the country for the last week and just got your message. How's Sam and Keisha?"
"They're good. In fact, they're great. That's kind of what I was calling you about."
"Oh?" Angel took a sip of his brandy then placed the glass on a coaster on his desk. "What's going on?"
"Well...looks like you're going to be an uncle again. Keisha's pregnant."
"What?" A huge grin crossed Angel's face. "Congratulations, Nick!"
Dominick smiled into the phone. He and his brother, Angel, had been estranged for a long time, but within the last year, they'd slowly begun to patch up their relationship. Although Dom had extended an invitation for Angel to visit him and his family, he had yet to take him up on it, and Dom understood why. He was under no illusion as to who or what his brother was. Angel was knee deep into the life of organized crime, had been ever since Dom was a kid. He knew Angel didn't want to bring any unwanted attention to Dominick and his family which would put them in danger so he kept his distance.
Dominick hoped that one day they'd be close again. He was the only family his brother had. All the money, women, power, and possessions wouldn’t replace that.
The two of them talked for a little while longer before they ended the call with promises to keep in touch. Dom felt Keisha's arms slide around his waist from behind and turned to smile at her before pulling her close.
Keisha stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, sweetheart. I was just telling Angel the news."
Keisha's brow lifted in inquiry. "How is he?"
Dom stared over Keisha's shoulder as he gave the question some thought before he shrugged. "He's...Angel." There was nothing else he could add other than that.
Keisha’s heart ached when she saw the hint of sadness in Dom’s beautiful brown eyes. She softly stroked the side of his face. "I know you're hoping to build a relationship with him. Don't give up, honey. He'll come around."
Dom sighed. "Have I told you how much I love you Keisha Spain?"
Keisha squinted as if deep in thought. "No in the last thirty minutes," she frowned.
Dom laughed and kissed the bridge of her nose. "My bad, baby. I love you." His hand covered her still flat stomach and gently rubbed it. "And I love our baby already. I can't wait."
Keisha's look of excitement matched his. "Neither can I. And I love you too."
Angel sat in his office, thinking about the conversation he'd just had with Dominick. The warmth of his greenish, hazel eyes reflected how happy he was that his brother had a family whom he loved and cared about. If anyone deserved it, Dom did.
"Keisha's pregnant?"
Angel glanced up and saw Oscar, his friend of twenty-plus years and number one man in his organization, squinting at him as he puffed on his cigar. "Yes. As you can imagine, Nick’s ecstatic."
Oscar nodded approvingly. "Good. I like Keisha. She's good for him."
"That she is, my friend. They're perfectly matched."
Instinctively knowing where Oscar would try to direct the conversation, Angel deftly changed the subject. "I received word today that Davidson World Corp. has decided to take us up on our offer. The meeting to sign the paperwork has been set for next week."
Oscar looked at Angel knowingly, not fooled in the least by him bringing up the deal they'd been working on for the last few months, but he didn't pursue the issue. Angel had always been notoriously stubborn and closed-mouthed when he didn't want to talk about something, and this was one of those times, so Oscar followed his lead.
"You're aware, of course, that they’ll try to convince you to alter the clause that guarantees you ten percent of their stock in lieu of interest on the loan."
"I know, but they’re desperate. They've tapped out their resources. No one else will lend them money, or at least not the astronomical amoun
t they need to pull them out of this financial bind. I’m their last option. They have no choice but to agree to my terms."
Angel swallowed the last of his brandy and thought about the plan he was about to put into action. "They may not want to strike up a deal with the devil, but strike it they will, and once they do? It'll be the beginning of the end for Bradley Davidson."
THANK YOU
To everyone who took the time to read NO SECRETS NO LIES, Book 3 in the Sin City Heat Series! I hope you enjoyed it and hope I was able to take you away for a little while and let you escape into the Vegas Crew’s world!
Stayed tuned and ready to read Angelo “Angel” LaCroix’s story in Book 4, dropping this Spring!
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SIN CITY HEAT SERIES
Buried Secrets ~ Book 1
Twisted Obsessions ~ Book 2
Beginning of an Eclipse ~ Prequel
No Secrets No Lies ~ Book 3
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