by A. J. Macey
“Get up,” he commanded and withdrew his hand, much to my disappointment. My body trembled as I maneuvered myself off his lap, and a wet spot soaked his jeans on his left thigh. His eyes held mine prisoner when I was finally standing in front of him. I nibbled my lip in excitement. My turn to get him out of his clothes. Placing my hands on his thighs, I leaned forward until I was brushing his lips with mine.
“Now, you strip,” I whispered stepping back until he was standing. Taking his spot, I sank onto the bed while he took off his boots. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, and I watched as his cock was immediately freed from under the fabric of his briefs. Holy. Fuck. I clenched my thighs together as another pulse of wetness dripped from me. His cock is pierced.
“What did I say about those legs, kitten?” he demanded, bending over to pry my legs apart. “I want to see your fucking pussy soaking for me.” His stare bore into mine as he stood once more, daring me to disobey. Cocking a brow, I did just that, slowly bringing them together. I smiled innocently at him as his eyes blazed in response to my blatant disobedience.
“What are you going to do about it, Garrett?” I taunted. Stalking forward once more, he wrapped my hair around his hand and held me in place while his free hand went to my breast. I continued to watch him as I waited for what he was going to do in punishment. Kissing me hard, he distracted me long enough to pinch my nipple sharply. Lightning shot through me, my thighs opening almost immediately in response. My eyes rolled back when he shifted from pinching to rolling the aching peak between his fingers.
“Keep those fucking thighs open or I’ll leave you wanting and panting and go back out to the bar.” I snarled, biting his lip hard. “You little…” he breathed, but his eyes were on fire with craving despite the pain. His tongue darted out to lap up the tiny bead of blood that had welled up from my bite.
“Don’t you dare fucking leave me in here,” I ground out, my chest heaving as the anger of his threat fueled my lustful haze even more. “The only thing you better be planning on doing is fucking me until I can’t walk, got it?” He isn’t the only one who could make demands.
“That I can do,” he growled, capturing my lips again, his jeans rough against my thighs. He stood and ripped the obstructing piece of clothing down his legs before kneeling between mine. His scruff brushed against my sensitive skin as he pressed hot kisses down my neck, making sure to shower both breasts in attention before pushing me until I was lying back against the bed. My skin was on fire under his mouth as he trailed down my stomach to lick up my slit before immediately dipping into my entrance. Stars burst in front of my eyes at his ministrations, the roughness of his facial hair a delicious contrast to the sensual licks. Swirling tongue. Teasing nips peppered my greedy pussy. I nearly lost myself to the pleasure washing through my body.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, his groans mixing with my broken cries. Tugging, I pulled Garrett up until he was hovering over me so I could capture his lips. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. Reaching into the shoddy night stand, he yanked out a condom. When he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, I grabbed the slippery material out before rolling it onto his impressively sized cock. He lined up and pushed into me in one smooth motion, but despite being incredibly wet, the sudden stretching had me clawing at the bed as I cried out. Fuck. I pressed my head back into the comforter as I adjusted to his size and the bumps of his Jacob’s ladder.
“God damn, Kitten,” Garrett’s harsh murmurs filled my ear as he slid out and back in agonizingly slow. I was panting, each rung of his piercing left me trembling as he continued his torturous pace. Untangling my fingers from the bed, I gripped his ass tightly to bring him fully inside me. Garrett took my hint, his pace quickening as he nipped sharply at my neck.
Painful tingles built through my lower back, spreading with each thrust toward my pussy, and my voice cracked with the intense build-up to my orgasm. Sitting back, Garrett grabbed one leg and hitched it over his shoulder. His fervent gaze locked on my face and body as he hit deeper bringing me even closer to that edge. When the build-up became almost too much to handle, fire burning my veins and electricity running over my skin in powerful waves, his hand cupped my breast and rolled the sore nipple between rough fingers.
“Garrett.” His name broke on my lips as I descended at lightning speed into release, my greedy pussy clamping around him. His piercings rubbing just right to bring quivers to my body.
Withdrawing, he gripped my hips tightly and flipped me onto my stomach. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling my trembling hips back to meet his cock. I cried out as he pushed back in, the sensitivity from my orgasm still lingering.
“Fuck,” he ground out, propping his foot onto the bed as he pounded into me. I started to press my chest and face into the bed, unable to hold myself up at the surges of searing pleasure, but Garrett wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head up and back. His other hand went to my shoulder and neck, holding me in place as he drove into my still dripping pussy. This time when my orgasm came, there was no intense build-up. I shattered against him when he brought a hand down on my ass in a stinging slap. Waves of desire flooded my system as I milked him of his own release. Whimpering, I collapsed onto the bed, Garrett following suit on his back after tossing the condom.
Neither of us spoke for a long while; the sound of the music and other patch holders talking filtered lightly into the room from down the hall despite the closed door. I looked over at Garrett after propping up on my elbows, my gaze tracing the tattoos I don’t think I’d ever seen. Black, greys, and colors swirled together in one giant collection of art, but one piece in particular caught my eye. Moving closer, I felt my brows furrow as I stared at it, my sex-addled brain not processing what I was seeing.
A little black kitty paw print.
Right over his heart.
Feeling his gaze on me, I pulled my eyes from the tattoo to look at him. He watched me watch him for a long moment before I spoke.
“Is that…” My eyes darted back to the tattoo. “Is that what I think that is?” Emotions I didn’t know how to handle blossomed in my chest, that stupid green monster of jealousy and envy purring at the sight as he nodded.
He had the symbol I leave at all my heists tattooed.
My paw print permanently marked his chest.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. His skin was hot against my fingertips and his heart thudded quickly under my touch when I reached out. Chase and Abby’s words whispered in my mind, and my chest crushed under the weight of the surge of emotions. I grinned.
“Does that mean you’re mine now?” I teased. He huffed an exasperated laugh.
“That would be the first thing your mind goes to.” My heart skipped in my chest as he smiled down at me. “If that’s what you want, then yes.” His smile faded as his jaw clenched. “I can’t… I can’t promise that I won’t get jealous of Chase, Brooks, or Stone, but Kiera...” The desperation in his voice had me inhaling sharply. “I’ve waited for this for years, and I’ll take you any way you’ll let me.” My smile curled into a sinful smirk at the words despite knowing that’s not how he meant them, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Oh, really?” I whispered. “That better be a promise.” His eyes smoldered as he nodded. “Then, yes.” His brows furrowed.
“What?” He was confused, and to be honest, it was quite adorable. I rolled onto my back and pointed at my left hip.
“Yes, that’s what I want,” I admitted quietly, trying to quell the emotions that continued to build. I don’t do emotions very well, if you couldn’t tell. Don’t turn those judgy eyes on me, people. He sat up, eyes scanning down my body until they rested at the tattoo I pointed to. A little spade symbol in black ink, just like the one on his cut.
“When?” he murmured, a rough finger tracing the tattoo.
“It was my first tattoo,” I confessed, opting to look at his hand instead of his eyes. I wasn’t sure I was ready to see all the emotions swirling in th
ose green depths.
“Me too.” His fingers captured my chin so I would look at him, and he smiled down at me. “You’re very uncomfortable right now, aren’t you?”
I burst out laughing with a nod. “I’m getting all itchy,” I joked, loving that he knew me well enough to understand that I hated emotions. Love? Did I just say that? I pushed the thought away. “I think we have lots of time to make up for,” I whispered, feeling my pussy throb in need of attention. “So get your ass over here because I’m pretty sure I can still walk.” With that, he surged forward and wrapped me in his inked arms; the wicked glint in his eyes had me dripping anticipation.
Fuck yes…
Garrett
I sighed. My feelings and thoughts about what happened were all jumbled. I was happy as fuck, and yet, scared as hell. I'd been dreaming of this exact moment for so many years but never really allowed my heart to believe that it would happen. Now that it had, what did it mean? I knew she said she wanted me as much as I want her, but for how long? How long until I piss her off again, pushing her too far, and she turns me away? I didn’t know if my heart could take it.
I have got to be realistic about this and about Kiera, she has always been a short fuse and when it comes to her, I was a lit match. That's not exactly the best of combos, I grimaced. Not to mention I had a job to do, and I couldn’t let my feelings for her cloud my judgement. I also couldn’t let her walk all over me with that snarky attitude of hers.
Fuck! This definitely could get messy, I groaned quietly as I rubbed my eyes with my left hand. I had always been protective of her, she’s always been my kitten, but now? We were in uncharted territory. Part of me said I should just take the gift of last night and move on. As I looked at her though, so peaceful, so beautiful, I knew that I could never give her up. She was finally mine. This was my time to finally love Kiera the way I’d always wanted.
Oh, I was still going to show her who’s boss. I was still going spank her ass and own that sweet fucking pussy of hers but at least this time, it wouldn’t just be in my dreams. My cock ticked to life as I thought about all the ways I was going to own her body when I felt a small hand slide up my chest coming to rest on the paw print over my heart. I pulled Kiera closer to me, her head resting in the crook of my arm as I inhaled her signature scent of berries and grease, now laced with a hint of our sex.
I stared down at her delicate features and vowed to always be a place of peace and comfort for her. Her safe place where she could be herself and to not worry about the things that I knew haunted her dreams. My throat constricted as I tried to swallow down the emotion that held my heart in a vise-like grip. What the fuck is happening to me? Kiera happened… is happening and in this moment, I knew that all my bluster about showing her who’s boss was bullshit because this girl right here, she owned me. She’d owned me from the first moment I laid eyes on her and now that she was finally in my arms, I didn’t give a fuck who knew it.
Chapter 11
May 4th
Saturday Evening
Kiera
“Sooooo,” Chase cheerfully dragged the word out, his tone nosy in my earpiece, “how was the compound last night?” I rolled my eyes; the little bastard knew the answer to that already. Brooks even had the balls to smile and thumbs up Garrett and me when I had left early this morning.
“You know very well how it was, my little assassin,” I murmured, unlocking the same door Chase and I had entered through the other day. “Can I ask why you and Brooks were trying so hard to throw us at each other?” He chuckled giddily.
“Because, as I said before”—his statement was smug, and if I didn’t give a shit about him, I would have smacked that self-satisfied smile I knew he was wearing right off his handsome face—”you two were just blind. Now though, you’ve gotten past that ridiculous set of blinders you were both wearing. Besides, Brooks and I have been talking.”
I groaned. That certainly wasn’t a good thing.
“Don’t sound so pained, Kittycat, turns out he likes to watch too!” He sounded absolutely excited about the prospect. “Now, all we have to do is get Stone to stop being a little bastard.”
“Stone isn’t exactly little,” I mumbled under my breath. Chase’s laugh filled my ear, and I rolled my eyes again and slipped into Harbold’s bedroom, walking straight to his closet.
“You know what I meant, Kittycat,” he playfully scolded. “You think you might be happy with the four of us?” I furrowed my brows at his question, my fingers typing in strings of numbers in different combinations until the light switched green.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice strained as I reached into the deep safe and scooped out the very large stack of papers and files to secure in my backpack. Pulling a white business card with a black paw print on it, I left it in the safe before locking it.
“Well, we could be yours and then you would be our girl. No hang-arounds or other girls, just us,” he explained as I strapped the bag across my back making sure to secure the clips across my chest.
“Like, as in a relationship?” I questioned, finally making my way out of Harbold’s house, my boots nearly silent on the staircase.
“Yeah, we’d date you and you’d date us. Obviously, Stone will come around eventually.” Chase sounded completely sure of that fact while I still had reservations on the suspicious enforcer.
“Did you and Brooks have this conversation already?” He hummed as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night before I started across the yard.
“Brooks, Garrett, and I did this morning while you were on your way home,” Chase admitted shamelessly as if they hadn’t been discussing a major portion of my life without me, but I bit down on the urge to snap at him because, knowing Chase, he was just doing what he did best, besides killing, trying to keep me happy.
“How about we have a discussion all together before I make my final decision, okay?” I asked him directly, pulling the ear piece out of my ear. He nodded happily before pressing his lips greedily to mine. “Let’s get out of here before he comes back from his stupid party.”
We took off silently, closing the quarter-mile distance between the estate and the waiting car and bike quickly in a jog. Before leaving, we both slipped into the car to scan through the files. I handed off half of the stack to Chase who immediately started to flip through the various pages. I found the dirt I was looking for on Frankie, his long list of crimes, where all his money was, and essentially how his entire empire was run, but unfortunately, I found something else. Something that made my blood run cold.
“Chase”—I tapped his arm and shoved the file into his hands—“Alloy Kings are on Frankie’s payroll. They not only supply the girls for his escort ring and all his dark web porn, but they provide muscle and move his drugs and weapons while Frankie cleans their money through his casino.” His lips pulled into a deep frown as he realized the implication. The Aces weren’t just going up against a rival MC, they were taking on an entire underground mob empire. The Aces might be good and have numbers on their side, but they would get absolutely slaughtered going against them unprepared.
“You take all the files and head to the compound, get your guys, and we’ll meet at the house. I’ll head there and pull anything and everything we have on the Alloy Kings.” I nodded in agreement as I stuffed the papers back into my bag. After giving Chase a passionate kiss, I slipped out of the car, hopped on the bike, and made my way straight to the Aces’ acreage.
“Hey, Kiera,” Kevin greeted since he was was working the front gate of the compound. “Brooks and them are at the back garage warehouse, you know where it is?” I shook my head, too focused on what we learned to mentally pull up the Aces’ compound map. Kevin gave me directions, and I immediately sped to the location where a large metal building greeted me on the crest of a hill. Pulling up outside the door, I got off my bike and strode inside; anticipation for the long upcoming battle that I knew was on the horizon burned like acid in my stomach.
“Bro
oks! Garrett! Stone! Where you at?” I shouted out strolling around the large shelves full of motorcycle parts and piles of half-disassembled bikes.
“Back right corner!” Brooks’ smooth voice echoed slightly throughout the metal building. I made a beeline for them, and by the time I reached them, I was panting. “Jesus, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, baby.”
“We’ve got a problem,” I huffed trying to catch my breath. “Is there anyone here? Any cameras or mics?” All three immediately straightened, faces falling into severe expressions with hard eyes and ticked jaws. Brooks shook his head. “I got Harbold’s files.”
“I would certainly hope so since you’re a famous thief.” Not even Stone’s attitude could phase me. I just stared at him until he was done with his unnecessary commentary.
“That means it’s bad,” Garrett murmured, worry filling his emerald eyes as he looked at me.
“The Alloy Kings are on Frankie’s payroll, essentially in a partnership with the mob,” I admitted solemnly. Their eyes flared in understanding quickly; Stone’s hand rubbed over his buzzed scalp while Garrett ground his teeth. Brooks looked at me in contemplation.
“You have a plan, don’t you?” His smooth tone soothed the frantic thoughts whipping around in my head about the situation. I gave him a conceited smile. He knows me so well.
“Not yet, but you bet your ass I will.” I tilted my head toward the door. “Let’s get to the house. Chase is pulling files as we speak.” Within five minutes, we were on the road to the house, but what we came up to had me pushing my bike to its limit.
Flames engulfed the rubble that had once been my house. What wasn’t burning in the fire was blown wide in shattered fragments. My stomach fell as my heart nearly stopped when I didn’t see Chase anywhere, his Audi engulfed in the raging inferno. I didn’t even stop to prop my bike up, letting it fall to the wayside as I ran toward the destruction.
