by A. J. Macey
“Nothing.” I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. Brooks had said keep it between the guys, but Abby was too smart to believe otherwise. “They hired me on a job, very hush-hush.” She hummed in understanding.
“That doesn’t explain why Nate said it looked as though Brooks was about to eat you for dinner outside the other day,” she called me out, a single brow cocked at me, silently demanding an answer. I just smiled and took a drink. She already knew or she wouldn’t have brought it up, so I didn’t feel the need to say anything. “You’re playing with fire, Kiera.” I rolled my eyes.
“He’s a big softie. Besides, it didn’t mean anything,” I reasoned.
“He’s the president of a motorcycle club for a reason, but I wasn’t talking about Brooks.” Her severe tone caught my attention. “I was talking about Garrett.”
“What about him?” I was so confused. Weren’t we literally just talking about Brooks? How did Garrett come into this conversation? That sneaky bastard.
“He’s in love with you, Kiera.”
I made a face. Garrett, love me? I honestly didn’t think I’d heard anything funnier than that in a long time, but I contained the urge to laugh.
“No, he isn’t. Garrett hates me,” I explained. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s only a possessive asshole because I’m family.” She facepalmed and groaned.
“Sometimes, I think you’re the smartest woman I’ve ever met”—I beamed at her praise—“but times like this, I think you’re a dumb shit.”
I deflated. Am not, I thought childishly.
“He’s possessive because he wants you for himself. He either doesn’t realize it, or he’s ignoring it. It has nothing to do with your parents' marriage. And you fucking Brooks is a good way to light a block of C4 and watch it explode in your face.”
“Whatever you say, crazy lady,” I muttered taking another drink. Garrett? Love? Certifiably insane is what that is.
“You’re impossible,” she mumbled, throwing her hands up. “Fine, keep your head buried in the sand for all I care.”
An hour after shooting shit with Abby, I pulled into my wide driveway, shutting the bike off when I reached its proper home within the four stall garage. Chase’s Audi was cool to the touch when I walked by meaning he had been home for a while. The smell of fragrant veggies and peppers filled the air of the mudroom as I hung up my leather jacket and took off my boots. I walked in on Chase softly singing along to the radio station he had playing through the home stereo system, his sexy, jean-covered ass shaking off beat to the upbeat pop song. He was hunched over the cutting board as he chopped through bell peppers at terrifying speed. Sometimes it was hard remembering such a bright and lively person was an assassin. Well, until he sliced up food at the speed of light without cutting off a finger.
“Kittycat!” he cheered when he turned to toss the chopped food into a prep bowl. His handsome smile lit up his face as his eyes danced merrily. “How was Abby?”
“She’s good, was getting bitched at by another Old Lady whose voice was screeching something terrible,” I told him as I walked by, leaning in for a quick, passionate kiss before sliding onto my bar stool across from Chase. “Tried to tell me some shit story about how Garrett’s in love with me.” I chuckled, expecting Chase to laugh with me, but he looked up from his chopping to raise a single brow.
“I can’t say I find myself disagreeing with her.” He smiled mischievously. “You two are just blind.” I balked.
“Fucking excuse you? Blind about what?”
He laid the knife down and placed his hands flat on the counter, and my mind flashed back to when he had me trapped between him and the block of stone when we first met. My pussy throbbed thinking about it.
“The fact that you both actually give a shit about each other, other than in a familial way.” I made a face, scrunching my nose. “Also, I know what you’re thinking, and if you keep giving me those ‘fuck me eyes,’ I’ll do just that.” My blood sparked at his husky tone, his face shifted into a suggestive expression. I tilted my head up, leaning forward on my forearms.
“Promise, my little assassin?” My whispered words were heated. His pupils expanded significantly before stalking like a predator approaching its prey around the island. Before I could react, he lifted me out my seat and placed me roughly on the counter forcing his way to stand between my thighs. His steel eyes melted into two pools of liquid metal, his predatory smile sending shivers I didn’t bother to hide down my spine.
“Is that what my kittycat wants?” he whispered wickedly, the scruff rough of his brushing my neck and jaw as he barely skimmed kisses against my quickly warming skin. Unable to speak, drowning in the desire and need that flooded my system, I tangled my hand into his hair and pulled his lips to mine.
I trembled under Chase’s roving hands and rocking thrusts, his impressive length grinding against my clit through our clothes. Our tongues battled, only breaking apart long enough to yank our shirts off before moving back in. He moaned, shuddering, as I sealed my lips to his bare chest. Chase frantically and roughly ground against me when I bit down. Burning from the inside out, I made quick work of his button and zipper, unable to keep my hands off my assassin.
His calloused hands gently slid from my head, around my neck, and down to my breasts leaving fire in their wake. At the intimate touch, my nipples peaked, painfully begging for more. To my surprise, Chase pulled away from me leaving me breathless and needy on the smooth stone. I gaped at him as he chuckled, his manic smile made me quiver as his gaze shifted down my half dressed body. Well, if he’s not going to strip me, I’ll do it my damn self, I thought, reclining back against the counter to unbutton and shuffle my denim shorts off my legs leaving me bare to his roaming eyes. Hearing shuffling, I propped on my elbows to look down the length of my body, seeing him naked and shuffling around in the refrigerator and freezer.
“Hungry already, my little assassin?” I teased. Chase’s lean muscled body turned to walk back to me. “We haven’t even started yet.” My smile changed into a strangled moan as the biting cold of an ice cube slid across my thigh. Sharp tingles spread across my skin as the frozen water melted against my hot body. My eyes fell shut as I lay back against the stone allowing Chase full freedom to do whatever he was planning, my greedy pussy already dripping onto the counter in anticipation.
“I am hungry, Kittycat,” Chase murmured, but I was almost too lost among the sensations of the moving ice to hear him. “But not for food.” Goosebumps pebbled on my skin as he moved the ice from my thighs up to my stomach, swirling around my belly button before caressing the curve of my tits.
“Fuck.” I shivered, my voice trembling. The onslaught of sensations from the frigid ice compared to Chase’s hot kisses and swirling tongue that pressed against my right hip made me dizzy with ecstacy. I hissed when the frozen block swirled around my pert nipple, both in pleasure and near pain, the temperature only serving to ratchet the heat within my veins.
I couldn’t open my eyes as he trailed the ice to my other nipple, circling a few times before starting its trek back down my stomach. Quivering in anticipation, I subconsciously opened my legs. Chase’s hitched breathing warmed my leaking pussy before the ice could reach it, and when it did, I was lost in a haze of painful lust and need. The intense shivers and tingles radiated from between my thighs making me arch back against the hard surface, especially when Chase swirled the ice around the entrance to my greedy pussy while sucking sharply on my throbbing clit. My release came quickly when he removed the ice and pumped two fingers in with deadly precision.
“What I’m hungry for,” Chase whispered against my goosebump covered body that continued to be wracked from the aftershocks of my orgasm, “is something sweet with this pussy.” Peeling my eyes open, I looked down at him. He held an open chocolate bar. Breaking a small piece off, he pressed it against my stomach. It melted almost immediately despite having ice covering my skin just minutes before. “Perfect treat,” he hummed c
heerfully before lapping up the pool, his eyes never leaving mine. Taking a larger piece, he pressed it against my stomach.
The chocolate continued to melt in a trail of dark sweetness across my skin up over my chest and neck, following the same trail as the ice that had long since melted and dried against the heat of my body. Chase’s languid kisses and tongue followed the trail to nibble and lick my nipples and collarbone, the candy stopping right above my clit. When I whimpered in longing, Chase chuckled, finally obliging me by dragging the last bit of chocolate down my sensitive bundle of nerves and mixed it with my own juices. Our moans blended with the soft music that played through the speakers, filling the cavernous space as he proceeded to lick each drop of sugar from my body.
Unable to handle his torturous teasing, I tugged sharply on his hair, bringing his mouth to mine. Smoky sweet dark chocolate mingled with my own unique flavor. His fevered kisses picked up pace as he lined up against my entrance. I yanked his head back the way I knew he loved it as he sank into me all the way to the hilt. Our pleasured cries entwined echoing off the hard surfaces around us. His hips shifted back slightly before slamming home and ripping another scream from me, my pussy still adjusting to his size.
Rough nips. Heated licks. Sparking fire along my neck and jaw as he started to move in sharp, intoxicating thrusts. His name left my lips in a harsh moans and cries, my nails digging into his shoulders and holding him tightly to my bouncing tits. Tingles and waves of need built, making my moans falter until my second orgasm slammed down on me, Chase’s rhythm slowing as I gripped his cock tightly in my waves of release.
Taking control, I nudged him back and snatched the chocolate off the counter before kneeling at his feet. Breaking a small section off, I watched, mesmerized, as it melted against his cock. When it pooled and started to run down the side, I lapped it up, circling around the head before taking him deep. Salty mixed with sweet topped with a hint of smokiness as I sucked, my own juices dripping down my thigh. Tending to my own greedy pussy, I rubbed quick and hard circles around the tortured bud, letting Chase pump forward. Right as my body flooded with another wave of release ready to wrack my body, he pulled me to standing, pressing me against the counter, his bobbing cock rubbing tauntingly against my ass.
The smoky sweet smell of the chocolate filled my nose as I felt a piece run across my shoulder blades and work up to my neck, Chase’s wet tongue quickly following the melted trail. I couldn’t hold back the muffled moan as he held the half melted piece to my lips, letting it coat them before angling back for a kiss. Chase slid into my slick entrance as we devoured each other, my moans silenced by his demanding mouth.
I had to use the counter to keep my body from completely melting at his relentless pace. His hands gripped my waist in a tight grasp, my eyes rolling back at the rough way he handled me. The orgasm that had faded when he pulled me off my knees built to dangerous levels before finally exploding. Chase continued his merciless pace, faltering as he found his own release, fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises. Our panting was harsh in the pop music playing overhead. A sweaty forehead pressed against my shoulder while my assassin attempted to calm his trembling limbs and thudding heart. When he was able to move, he slipped out, pressing a soft nipping kiss in the crook of my neck.
“Why did you let me ruin dinner by having dessert first, Kittycat?” he teased, pulling his jeans up his trim hips. My legs still trembled, so I sank onto the wooden stool and looked over at him with a cheeky smile.
“Fuck you very much,” I laughed. “I do believe you are the one who wanted something sweet.”
“True,” he hummed, nodding at nothing in particular. “But now I can make us dinner while watching you sit there, naked and absolutely edible, and we can continue this after we eat.” He gave me another one of his wicked smiles. “Maybe on the kitchen table, and I can have more dessert.”
Fuck yes with a definite cherry on top.
Chapter 6
April 26th
Friday Early Morning
Kiera
The dark night sky had just started giving way to the pinks, reds, and oranges of the sunrise. The air was cool, chilling my sweaty face as I lay on my back staring at the waves of colors. Rocks and gravel of the roof dug into my black long sleeve shirt. I had one more route to check on the blueprint vent plan before I could leave, and I wanted to see if I could catch when they did shift change since the black-clad security guards hadn’t switched out since I got here over an hour and a half ago.
Heaving up to a sitting position, I grabbed my little notebook and attached pen before crawling back into the air vent. Instead of going left as I had earlier to cover over three-quarters of the building, I went to the right to finish up the last of the warehouse. I shuffled along silently, thankful that the rooms were massive enough to require such large vents. Unfortunately, they didn’t seem to have the air conditioner on, so I was sweating up a storm in these stupid tin cans. So far so good. The vents matched the blueprints despite the building having been over ten years old.
The main issue was I still hadn’t found where they were keeping the girls and I had only seen a small handful of armed guards. Where are you keeping them? I mentally asked the guard right below me. Realizing he wasn’t going to magically give me the answer, I crawled onward. After two more turns, I heard some quiet talking coming up through one of the vents. The words were inaudible from where I was above them, but the fact that there were more than one or two guards was a good sign so I continued on.
I clenched my jaw to keep from throwing up at the state the girls were in, all hooked to IVs lying haphazardly on the cement floor in a line. There were five in all, three of which were in clubbing type dresses while two were in jeans. The ones in dresses must have been picked up while they were out and brought here. I almost missed it, but I saw Maxine’s “Property of Dagger” jacket pinned to the wall, an array of knives stuck in it like it was a dartboard, the leather shredded under the number of slashes in it.
Quickly jotting down everything I could see and all points of entry, I mentally tallied and crossed things off my to-do list. A good note from today’s casing included finding out that there weren’t any cameras in any of the rooms. Makes my job easier, I thought as I checked my watch, reading almost six in the morning. Going back to the spot where there were multiple guards, I waited. They looked exhausted, rubbing their eyes and slouching where they stood.
My patience was rewarded at six on the dot when a new group of guards, fifteen in all, entered the building through a nondescript side door that faced away from the storage unit. Explains why we couldn’t figure out their rotations. I held steady in my spot for another ten minutes until I made sure all of the night guards had left before exiting the vent system and scaling down the back of the building.
April 26th
Friday Evening
Kiera
After receiving the call that Brooks and Garrett had returned from their ride, Chase and I headed to update the other three members of our makeshift band of merry cohorts at the compound about what I had found. I was tired and wanted to collapse into bed now that the sun was set, but getting them the information was more important. I enjoyed the feeling of the cooling night air running through my hair as I neared the compound. I should take a vacation after this job is over, I basked in the idea, just me and the beach somewhere with a large fucking glass of booze and no asshole MC members or itchy, ugly disguises.
There was loud music pouring out of the bar’s propped open door, and rowdy voices filtered through the beat of the song as patch members and scantily-clad women entered and exited the building. The thudding steps from my riding boots were drowned out by the level of noise in the space. Chase had exited his Audi right after I had gotten off my bike, taking up his usual position behind my right shoulder as we entered the clubhouse. Scanning the crowd, I purposely looked over the eyes wandering in our direction until I spotted one of my men. I made my way over to Brooks who was seated
next to Garrett at the bar. I had made it about two-thirds of the way there when a tall, skinny man stepped into my path. Another member flanked him, eyeing Chase with disdain.
“Hey there, sexy.” The little pencil dick of a man leered at me. “Haven’t seen you here before. What do you say I give you a night you won’t forget?” I cocked a brow. Oh wow, he’s actually trying this shit right now.
“No thanks, I got more than enough great dick right here.” I hitched a thumb at Chase who gave a cheeky smile and tossed an arm over my shoulder. The two members both glanced at Chase, cruel smiles curling their lips before Pencil Dick started talking again.
“Positive I can give you a better night than pretty boy back there.” He jutted his chin toward my assassin. “Besides, we don’t take too kindly to outsiders here.”
“Cool, now can I pass?” I huffed, waving my hand in front of me so he would move which only made him step closer.
“The only place you’ll be getting passed is from me to my friend.” The dick in the background smirked at his friend’s fucking awful line. I rolled my eyes, becoming increasingly tired of this shit.
“If I throw a stick, will you go get it? Because I don’t need a bitch right now,” I snapped which seemed to be the wrong thing to say because Pencil Dick snarled at me.
“Zero!” Brooks’ smooth voice barked out over the music bringing even more attention to our stand-off from the people around us. Brooks walked around the dynamic dick duo, coming to stand to my left. “I suggest you leave my baby and my associate alone.”
I kept my face flat at his endearment, when all I wanted to do was throw something at his stupidly sexy face. I don’t need a babysitter. Pencil Dick and his friend immediately stepped back looking chastened keeping their eyes on their president.
“Sorry, Boss, didn’t know she was your girl.” Zero dipped his head in respect before moving on to a girl whose dress barely covered her girly bits. I rolled my eyes as I followed Brooks to the bar. I bit back a growl when I spotted another barely dressed woman flirting up Garrett but pushed it back when he looked over at me. Abby and Chase’s words echoed through my mind softly as I watched him watch me, and his vibrant green eyes darkened as he spotted Brooks’ arm brushing against mine. His damned, kissable lips curled into a harsh frown before dismissing me to go back to the tramp next to him.
