A LIL' LESS LOST (The Kingsmen Book 2)

by Oakes, Tara

  I nodded. “Sure thing sweetie. Twenty dollars all for you. You can buy a whole lot of stickers with that money, baby girl...” I thought I needed to sweeten the pot. The kid LOOOVED stickers. We nearly laughed out asses off when Trojan came riding into the garage with his bike covered in rainbow and sparkly stickers. Ava had wanted to make it pretty for her daddy. It cost Trojan, or 'T' as we called him, a new paint job. The boys played around with the idea of changing T's road name to Sparkles. They quickly changed their minds when he punched the first guy who tried it out cold. Since then, stickers have been pretty rare around this house.

  The little girl nodded first at me and then to Jay. “You promise, Ava? You'll go to sleep? Otherwise... no twenty bucks. No stickers.” He was setting the terms for his little negotiation.

  As if on cue, the little girl yawned, and nodded. “I promise uncle Jaaay.” He bent down and kissed her forehead, before walking toward me and the door.

  “Night night, baby girl” I called to her while flipping the light switch and closing the door quietly. I paused at the seam of the door, listening for any tell-tale signs of movement inside. Nothing. I turned quickly and planted a pretty hard playful punch into Jay's bicep. It probably hurt me more than it did him, considering how hard his muscle was, but he pretended to be mortally wounded. I rolled my eyes.

  “Asshole,” I whispered.

  “Oh yeah? Is that what I am?” He pinned me up against the opposite wall, breathing in my ear. “I seem to recall you calling me something else downstairs...” He was toying with me. “What was it again...” His palm smoothed up under my dress and over my skin, all the way up my body leaving gooseflesh in its wake. “Oh yeah... I think it was... 'God'...”

  His hand found my bra and pushed it aside aiming for my nipple, fiddling with it between his rough fingertips. I moaned, pushing myself hard against the wall. My hands reached around his waist and held him to me. He lowered his mouth onto my ear and twirled his overly warm tongue around the lobe, pulsing quickly began to migrate down my spine. He knew every button to push, every weak spot to take advantage of, in the most wickedly wonderful way possible.

  A sudden noise jolted us both to turn our heads and stare at Ava's door. We waited... waited... nothing. We exhaled together as if on cue. I wasn't aware that I was holding my breath, but I really wasn't in the mood for an encore of chasing Little Miss Ava around the house. We stared at each other, the unsatisfied heat stiffening between us. Things were getting pretty hot and heavy downstairs before we were interrupted.

  Jay grabbed my hand quickly and tugged, pulling me behind as he led us into the master bedroom. T and Sarah weren't due home for another couple of hours or so, but I felt kind of funny being in their bedroom. Jay pounced on me the second the door was closed behind us. His eager kisses were deep, intoxicating. His need was practically spilling out like a geyser, as his cock throbbed between us. I could actually feel the twitching through the denim.

  I had pretty much just left him hanging downstairs. It was a wonder he hadn't popped a vein by now. I worked quickly, undoing his pants and dropping them in record time. I bit his bottom lip playfully and swirled the tip of my tongue over it, enticing it. When he reached to grab hold again, I used all of the restraint I could fathom and pulled back shaking my head. “Uh uh uh...”

  I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him into my mouth in one long stroke. I could hear his sounds as he struggled with himself. It had been a long time since I had teased him and made him wait. He had little recourse back then but to scurry off and take care of himself. That was before I gave myself fully to him. Now, he had no barriers, limits, no restraints, to control himself within. I was his. He was mine. If he had a need, I was here to satisfy it.

  Jay was very well endowed and loved to fit every inch of himself within me. It had taken a long time to get used to it, but it was now like second nature to me. I took everyone of those inches in deep and used my hands to add icing to the cake. He was ravenous, hungrier than he had been in a while. It had been days since I had seen him. He had been busy with the books over at the club, straightening some nonsense out with the accountants, and I was in the middle of my first-semester finals. We had never gone this long between doing it.

  Jay grabbed my hair and held tight, keeping my head immobile as his hips slowly started to buck. He was pumping himself in and out of me, fucking himself with my willing mouth. The small gurgling and gasping sounds I was making seemed to egg him on, adding fuel to his fire and his thrusting sped up. I moaned my own need aloud, all hot and bothered by the control he was exerting over me. It turned me on something fierce when he took charge like this. He was the expert, I was the novice absorbing everything he had to share.

  “Baby...” he whimpered. The funny thing about control is that even when he has it, wills it over me, I still can manage to bring him to his knees without even intending to. “Baby, it's been too long, I need to fuck you...”

  I swallowed hard as his tip tickled the back of my throat. Jay was a gentleman, treating me like a lady in every way that mattered. He was old fashioned and controlling in just the right dose when dealing with my innate feminist streak. But when he talked to me like this, it just threw me over the edge every time. It was his need talking, his need for me. And it always made me feel damn sexy, willing to serve him in any way possible.

  I slurped myself off of his dick and stood just in time for Jay to grab me and turn me around hard, bracing me to lean forward and hold onto the post of the bed. It was late fall and I was wearing a long-sleeve sweater dress that hugged my form pretty well and covered down to my thighs. Thick patterned tights and knee-high boots topped off the outfit. It wouldn't be easy to shimmy out of this getup.

  Jay reached under my dress and bunched it up around my waist. In one swift motion he grabbed onto the crotch of my tights and pulled hard. The ripping sound vibrated through me as the fabric tore at his command. I nearly came right then and there. This was hot, this was raw. This was primal need. The heat was now palpable in the air. He ran a finger down the cleft and inserted it in me, swirling it around. I tightened myself around his digit, wanting to feel it. It wasn't the part of him that I truly needed inside me right now, but I would take anything at this point. I hadn't realized how much my own need for him had built up these past few days.

  He withdrew his finger and I could feel his hand working itself up and over his dick behind me, spreading my lubrication over himself. He pulled my ass closer to him causing me to hold on tight to the wooden post in my hands for support. My boots were high and the sudden movement nearly sent me toppling. Thank God I had gripped the post like I did, because he thrust himself so hard into me that I needed every bit of bracing that I could find. He knocked the wind out of me and I called out in surprise.

  He tensed inside me, at my reaction. I held on tighter to the bedpost. “Don't stop, baby.”

  His fingers dug into my flesh as he anchored himself to me, pounding over and over again. I was biting my lip hard, exerting myself in every way I could manage. There was too much need building in me, it needed to escape every which way it could or I was fully sure it would kill me. I tasted the faint tinge of blood in my mouth. I swallowed hard and released my sore lip.

  “Yes... baby... just like that. Please, Jay,” I begged. “Fuck me.”

  He was on fire. Every place his skin touched mine burned. Every place his dick filled, throbbed. I could smell his sweat, hear his labored breathing. I sobbed exquisitely in frustration. Jay angled himself so he was thrusting on an incline, rubbing against the sweet spot hidden in my depths. Moment after moment passed, each second an eternity as I inched closer to where I needed to be, but still too far away. My breath hitched and I called out to him. “Oh God baby...”

  Jay slid his hand from my underside, beneath my dress and into the exposed flesh between my fabric-covered thighs. He honed in on my nub and eagerly worked it over and over. His voice was raspy.

  “Baby, I'm gonna
come so hard.”

  I was so close myself, throwing my head back and pushing myself deep into his hand, urging him on.

  He moaned at my neediness. “Ladies first.”

  And with that, I crumpled around him, nearly collapsing to the floor as the shockwaves assaulted me. Jay had to pick me up by my hips, holding me firm as he plowed three more times, hard and deep into me before releasing his orgasm. It was a hard one. I could feel the pressure behind it shoot out like a bullet planting itself into my flesh. I winced at the unfamiliar sensation deep within. It had never felt exactly like that before. It was intense, raw. It was fucking mind blowing.

  Jay stayed inside me, sheathed in my warmth as he held me tight. Neither of us spoke. There was no need for words. Our bodies had said everything there was to say, conveyed every message, every word to each other. Jay massaged my breasts slowly, tenderly, as my heart rate returned to normal. He finally withdrew himself from inside me, slowly. I could feel a slight trickle run down my flesh from his exit. I looked down in confusion. Jays overflowing essence was starting to escape from its target. I quickly glanced up in shock at Jay. He was gloating like a fucking lion king, staring, admiring his handiwork as his deposit oozed down and soaked into my tights. He locked eyes with mine and cocked his eyebrow in playful defiance, “Just marking my territory, baby.”

  Oh really? My eyes hooded themselves, as I slowly lowered my hand down. I swiped my finger at the stream of liquid and raised it. Jay's eyes were wild, watching me intently as I pressed my finger to my lips and slid it in every so calmly. I closed my eyes and moaned, “Mmmmm...”

  I sucked hard on my finger as I pulled it out painfully slow, deliberately. I raised my eyelashes languidly and watched as my man dropped his jaw and gasped. I turned and walked out, heading to the bathroom quickly and triumphantly to clean myself up. Funny thing about control. Just when you're sure you have it, turns out the other person had it all along.

  I cleaned myself up as best I could with warm soapy water and a washcloth. My tights were now open at the seam of my seat and exposing my private areas to the elements. I shimmied the fitted skirt of my dress down to cover over my thighs, and the evidence of my mauling. I inspected myself in the mirror and decided that as long as I didn't bend over, I wasn't at risk of flashing my goodies.

  Jay had helped himself to a beer from the fridge and was waiting for me on the couch watching football on the giant TV downstairs. I sat down next to him, snuggling in close and crossed my legs to keep my delicate flesh warm. Jay was engrossed in the manly display of athleticism on the screen, but mindlessly slipped his hand over my knee, resting on my thigh. He was relaxed, sated, completely satisfied and grinning.

  The game had taken a much needed commercial break. I was by no means a football fan, but had learned to tolerate it in small increments in part due to Pop, Tiny and Jay's need to watch every single, long, drawn out game. With the action paused momentarily, Jay turned his attention to me.

  “She still asleep?”

  I nodded. “Out like a light.”

  He took one last long swig from his bottle before setting it down on the coffee table. “What can I say? I've got a way with kids. Just call me the toddler whisperer.” He winked.

  Sarah was a classic type A, OCD neat freak. I leaned over Jay reaching for a coaster, not missing an opportunity to throw my tits in his face, and placed the wooden square under the base of Jay's nearly empty beer. I felt guilty enough about desecrating her bedroom, I didn't need drink rings on her coffee table hanging over my head as well.

  I laughed. “I don't think bribery counts.” He shrugged his shoulders innocently at me. “Is that how you plan on raising your kids? Spoiling them rotten?”

  Jay drifted into my area of the couch. “No, I don't plan on spoiling our kids. I'll raise them just like ma and pop raised me. I mean, look how good I turned out.” His eyes were like deep pools of blue water. I could drown in them if I let myself.

  I swallowed hard. We had never talked much about kids other than as a vague reference.

  He kissed under my jaw, moving his sweet lips, tracing an imaginary line over my neck. “I do, however, plan on spoiling their momma.” I angled my neck so he had more access to my flesh.

  This was my sweet spot. I could feel my pulse quicken as his lips compressed against themselves, sending flurried little shivers down to my collarbone. “Their? As in plural?”

  He kept his lips busy on my skin while using his weight to press on me, leaning me back into the plush pillows of the sofa. His hand dawdled up my thigh and into the slash left from the torn material that was once my tights. He raised his chin, his eyes following until they found mine and rested themselves on me. “Plural.”

  His mouth gripped mine in ownership, claiming it. I moaned low, not sure what was turning me on more... his hands or his words.

  The front door to the house opened with Sarah and T quietly trying to make their entrance. I pushed Jay away and slithered out from beneath him, rising to meet the couple as they set their things down and walked into the room.

  Sarah slipped out of her high heels and collapsed into the nearest chair, making semi-serious mock sounds of exhaustion. T smiled at her and rolled his eyes, he was used to his wife's dramatics. He chinned his greeting over to Jay. “Sup, bro? You taking up babysitting now?”

  These two had a very healthy rivalry going on. Jay stood, stretching his arms wide over his head. Clearly these long past couple of days were catching up with him. “Nah... just hot little babysitters.”

  T smirked, Sarah shook her head in pretend shock. This was tame talk coming from these two, and we all knew it. T squinted at the two of us, hard.

  “Please tell me you did not have sex in my bed.”

  Now, it was my turn to blush. I think I even stopped breathing just a bit. Jay stepped forward and grabbed my loose hand in his, weaving his fingers through mine before answering.

  “Brother... I can promise you we did not have sex in your bed.”

  Well, technically we didn't have sex on their bed, so he wasn't lying. The two men were half-heartedly sizing each other up, T obviously not buying what Jay was selling. Jay gently squeezed my hand and started to lead me out of the room.

  I said my goodbyes and gave Sarah a peck on the cheek. Jay held out his closed fist to T, who obligingly bumped knuckles with him while squinting, trying to read him. Jay had a kick ass poker face. He wasn't going to give anything away. Now me on the other hand, I would make no promises. I tried to hide my face, searching for some imaginary object in my backpack as I swooped it up in passing.

  The boys nodded their salutations and we cleared out. As we passed the kitchen counter, cutting through the kitchen, Jay withdrew a crisp twenty dollar bill from the wad of cash in his pocket and dropped it on the tiled surface.

  “This is for Ava... she'll be asking for it when she wakes up, i'm sure.” Jay's voice trailed loud enough behind us to the parents we left in the den. “Right before she asks you to take her to buy some stickers.”

  Sarah's laughter rang out, incredibly similar to her daughter's. T growled at the mention. Jay held the door open for me, following as I stepped over the threshold into the night.

  “G'night, Sparkles,” he blurted, out while pulling the door shut behind himself, shielding us from T's cursing.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  JAY

  The turn off led us to a dirt road reaching further into the back country, further isolated from the nearby neighborhoods. The sun had set not long ago, giving us no choice but to put the headlights on. If we went any further the lights would pretty much fucking announce our arrival. I pulled off into a little alcove of willow trees and cut the engine with the boys following suit.

  I dismounted and retrieved my Glock 19 from the side bag. I kept my Colt Mustang in my waistband at all times, It was easier to conceal and much lighter to carry around full time. But my Glock, she was my baby... well broken in and loyal as hell. My KA-BUR was sharpened and w
as already in the knife holster on my belt. I was ready. The boys were busy suiting up their own weapons of choice. I peeled off my cut as I made my way to the van.

  Whenever we ran through shit like this, we never wore our patches. Instead, covered head to toe in Black. We didn't need to advertise any club affiliation tonight. Blue turned the ignition off and hopped out, slamming the door shut behind him, rattling the steel cage and jolting Vicky in the front passenger seat. She was wide eyed and wary, watching the action through the glass.

  The pile of leather was thrown into a heap in the back of the van, each cut landing on the one before it. Clink was going all out, lowering his ski mask so that only his eyes would be visible, while I opted for my riding bandana tied around my mouth instead. It was easier to move around in, less constricting.

  The door handle had a stick to it, but opened with just the right amount of force.

  “Wha... what are we doing here?” Vicky was terrified. And rightly so, I mean there were only a few plausible explanations for why a bunch of outlaws would take a woman to the middle of fucking nowhere, packing more heat than a S.W.A.T. team.

  I grabbed hold of her arm and drew her out from the safety of the vehicle. She offered what resistance she could but it didn't slow me down much. “Let's go, darlin'. Time get the show on the road.”

  She looked like a deer caught in headlights, fumbling around with her words, trying to form a sentence. I held my hand up, eager to shut her up. There was no room for negotiation, this wasn't a fucking democracy.

  “Shut it!” I barked. Her mouth quickly sealed tight. I pulled her over to the area where Tiny had thrown the duffel onto the ground. “Pick it up and open it.”

  She followed the instruction and bent down to collect the canvas sack. The zip moved slowly as she balanced the bumpy contents that were shifting within the walls of the luggage. The smell of cold hard cash, and lots of it, greeted us. Her eyes feasted selfishly on the bills.