The Mobster’s Masseuse

by Kane, Jessa

  “Yes, my king.”

  “Good girl.” He kisses slowly along my shoulder, licking my skin with savoring sighs. “I’m back to hating every second that stands between now and when I see you again.”

  “Me too,” I say, with total honesty, before I can stop myself.

  Before he walks to the door, he bends down, spreads my bottom cheeks and licks my back entrance with relish. Then he slaps my ass once and walks to the door whistling.

  I smile. I smile because he’s an arrogant bastard and I can’t help but love it.

  It excites me. It challenges me. It makes me feel alive.

  I’m definitely not giving up the life I’ve built, but one night won’t hurt.

  Tomorrow. I’ll definitely plan my escape tomorrow.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Walker

  Today is far from the first time in my life I’ve heard gunfire.

  It’s not even the first time it’s been aimed in my direction.

  But it’s the first time it’s scared me.

  When the first bullet strikes the brick building over my head, sending a plume of debris into the air, I see only Meadow in my mind. Her expression. Sly, aroused, outraged, heated, blissful, vulnerable. I think of her mouth on mine and how right it feels. How her lithe thighs feel flexing under my palms. How my heart reacts when she’s nearby, climbing up into my throat and lodging there.

  Another bullet is buried in the sidewalk near my feet and I dive behind a parked car, drawing my Glock out of the shoulder holster I donned before leaving the house. Leaving Meadow.

  We’ve just come from disposing of Randall, who turned out to be an unbearable weasel until the very end, and we must have been followed by the New York outfit that I offended by turning down their weapons transport deal.

  Fuck this. I just fell in love today and I won’t be separated from her.

  Righteous anger blares through me, almost deafening me in its intensity.

  One covert glance through the car window to the other side tells me my rival was lying in wait. They’ve picked the wrong day to try and kill me. I’ve got so much to live for now—and she’s probably trying to climb down the drainpipe about now.

  That possibility has me surging to my feet and firing over the roof of the car, taking down two of my targets. “Stay where you are. Watch the rooftops,” I shout to my men, who are hunkered down behind the SUV I just alighted from. They look like they’re waiting for an opportunity to run over and cover me, but unlike my old man, I don’t hide behind men in my employ or use them as shields. On the battlefield, we’re equals. “Shoot to kill.”

  The glass above my head shatters and I use the resulting lull in gunfire to stand and take down a third target. Move. I have to move. My opponents are probably repositioning themselves now, trying to find a kill shot on the boss.

  Not today, motherfuckers.

  I turn on a heel and sprint for a doorway, barely reaching it in time before another hail of bullets strikes the building. After a centering breath and more thoughts of Meadow, I motion my men to circle around back of our enemies. Based on where the shots are coming from, they’re in the second floor of the tenement across the street. I cover them with several rounds as they go and minutes later, I see a series of flashes go off in the apartment.

  Gregory leans out the window and gives me the all-clear signal, and with sirens beginning to blare in the distance, that’s my cue to saunter back to the SUV and climb into the backseat. My driver reaches the vehicle at the same time and fires it up, peeling away from the curb. “Home,” I bark hoarsely. “Take me home.”

  Home has never had more meaning than it does in that moment.

  Home is Meadow.

  They almost took me away from her. I need to hold her.

  I need…I think I need her to hold me, too.

  That admission of weakness snaps my spine straight. Needing to be soothed by a woman? By anyone? That ain’t me. I need to get my fucking head together. It’s hard enough dealing with the fact that I love Meadow and she’s now my biggest liability. Yesterday I didn’t have any liabilities. I’ve never had a single one, save Richie, but Meadow is a different level. She’s gotten to my soul.

  As long as I keep control of her, of this relationship, everything will be fine.

  It’s all just so new and I’m still adjusting to the way she makes me feel.

  I just need to keep the upper hand and find a way to fit her into my life without throwing me into a fucking tailspin.

  I blow out a breath and fall back against the seat.

  Thank God I figured it all out.

  My hands curl into the seat with the need to touch Meadow.

  “Drive faster.”

  I blow into the bedroom and find Meadow pacing in front of the window that overlooks the bay. She’s wearing a peach pair of panties and an off-the-shoulder T-shirt that bares her stomach. Her hair has been washed, but it’s still slightly damp, the long blonde-brown strands flowing around her shoulders and back. The sunset is giving off reds and oranges, the colors setting her soft skin glowing.

  My heart rams against my ribcage. Bang bang bang.

  Christ, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  Wait. Is she…crying?

  She stops pacing abruptly and swivels to face me. A tiny sob leaves her and I feel it deep in my stomach, that proof of her distress.

  “What’s wrong?” I rasp. “I’ll fix it.”

  Her mouth drops open. “What’s wrong? I was standing in the kitchen with Helen having a cup of tea a-and some of your men rushed through from the living room saying…they said s-someone tried to assassinate you and—”

  My pulse thuds in my ears. “That’s why you’re crying?”

  She swipes at her eyes with frustration. “You weren’t supposed to see.”

  I point at the ground in front of me. “Come here.”

  Meadow snorts at my order.

  “No one’s ever cried for me before and I…” I stop to clear my throat, but it won’t stop hurting. “Please, will you come here to me?”

  Her composure slips and more moisture rushes to her eyes. I swear to God the earth shakes under my feet when she runs to me, throwing herself into my waiting arms. “Is every day going to be like this?” she asks into my chest, muffling her words.

  “No, baby. No,” I say in a hushed voice, lifting her off the ground so she can wrap her legs around my waist. “Today was a bitch.”

  Her laughter is watery. “Yeah, it was.”

  With my heart hammering out of control, I desperately try and remember the plan I came up with on the way home. What was it again?

  Keep control of her.

  Keep the upper hand.

  Fit her into my life without throwing myself into a fucking tailspin.

  Right.

  With her softness cradled against me and her tears wetting my neck—tears being spilt on my behalf—panic begins to rise within me. There’s no controlling the way she makes me feel. It’s a juggernaut, wrecking everything in its path.

  “You’re all tensed up,” she whispers near my neck, her thumb digging into the muscles just above my collar, rubbing in a circle, sending a rush of pleasure down my spine. Goddamn, that does feel amazing. “Let me help. Please? I love massage. I’d…love it most of all if I could give you one.”

  Slowly I walk us to the bed and sit down on the edge, keeping my girl facing me in a straddle.

  “Why do you love it?”

  She sits back a little so I can see the light that comes on behind her eyes. “I love when someone comes in stressed out and I can feel the knots in their back or neck. By the time I’m finished, I’ve worked them out, with nothing but my thumbs or elbows. It’s so satisfying. I like being able to do that for people. Being useful makes me happy.” She rolls her lips together. “Let me show you what I do.”

  My desire to give her anything she wants butts up against my bone-deep reservations. “I was taught to never make myself vul
nerable. Taking off my clothes and giving someone my back, closing my eyes…” I shake my head. “I don’t think I can give up that much control, Meadow.”

  “Not even to me?”

  Oh fuck. I really don’t like that hurt expression on her face. Feels like someone is digging through my chest with a rusted knife. “It’s important to you?”

  After a second, she nods. “I want to show you what I’ve worked so hard to learn,” she says quietly, playing with the ends of my hair. “But maybe even more than that, I want to make you feel better. I can’t protect you from bullets, but I can do this. And I think allowing yourself to trust might make you feel best of all.”

  With our gazes locked, I swallow hard and begin unbuttoning my shirt and the undiluted pleasure that dances onto her face distracts me from my misgivings. “Dangerous girl,” I murmur. “I’d jump from an airplane without a parachute to get you to look at me like that.”

  She laughs. “You’re comparing a massage to jumping out of a plane?”

  “For me, it’s similar. Both require me to let go.”

  “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  I shrug off my shirt and her lips part on a breath, her attention skipping from my neck down to my belt buckle. “Like what you see, gorgeous?”

  “Yes,” she breathes, leaning in to kiss my shoulder. “So much strength. You’re even sexier than I expected, although I thought you’d have a bunch of tattoos.”

  I shudder. “Lying down in a chair while some guy uses a needle on me?”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. It makes you vulnerable.” She trails her lips up my neck and whispers in my ear. “You’re doing great so far. Pants next.”

  I lift my hips to show her how hard she’s making me already. “If I’m getting naked, gorgeous, so are you.”

  She moans. “Deal.”

  “Really?” Our fingers bump in our mutual efforts to remove my belt. “I expected you to fight me on that.”

  Her breath catches, lower lip trembling. “I don’t want to fight with you right now. I was so worried you’d been hurt—”

  “Shhh.” I snare her mouth in a soft kiss. “Nothing and no one is going to keep me from you, Meadow.”

  Her nod is brave. She slides off my lap, taking my belt with her and dropping it on the ground. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she strips off her shirt, leaving her in nothing but those little peach panties. It’s good timing to take off my pants, because my cock is fighting for breath at the picture she makes, all golden with her sweet tits and low rider underwear. Swear to God, I can see the shadow of her pussy slit through those things and I’m not—I am not going another hour of my life without getting my dick inside my girl.

  “Panties, too,” I grit out. “Nothing between us.”

  “Nothing between us,” she whispers back, emotion thickening her voice and making me ache all the more. Not only below the waist but in the center of my chest. She peels down her panties and the light of the sunset catches the glisten on her flesh, making her cunt glow, like God sent me down an angel and He wants me to know she’s ready for cock.

  I make the sign of the cross and stand, enjoying the way she has to tip her head back to look at me, both of us breathing heavily while I shuck my pants and briefs, kicking them aside. “How do you want me?” I ask, running my hands along the curves of her hips and back to her bare butt, squeezing.

  Meadow’s eyelids flutter down, her body swaying toward mine. “Face down, please.”

  “Funny, that’s how I want you, too.”

  A touch of her vulnerability makes an appearance. “The first time?”

  “Naw, baby. The first time I want your eyes on me.” I trail my middle finger over her asshole and jiggle it, watching as awareness and shock and excitement clash in her expression. Listening to her adorable mewl of surrender. “Yeah. I need to watch what happens on your beautiful face when I sink a finger in right here and ride that pussy. The deeper this finger gets, the harder I’m going to fuck.” I move my hand lower and deliver a stinging slap to her cunt. “You ready for that, gorgeous?”

  As expected, my challenge makes her eyes flash, but her bravado wavers when she glances down and sees my cock for the first time. All ten meaty inches of the aching motherfucker. “I-I…yes,” she stammers beautifully. “I think so.”

  My dick is begging me to push Meadow onto the bed and ram right through her virginity, but I want her ready. I’ve never been with a virgin and I don’t know shit about how to be someone’s first time, but she’ll need to be drenched to take me. So instead of following my animal urges, I wink at her on my way to lie down on the bed. “Let’s see what you got, gorgeous.”

  My pulse races as I arrange myself face down on the bed, gritting my teeth when I have to arrange my erection in a way that doesn’t hurt. I curl a fist into the soft bedding and breathe through my nose, painfully aware that I have no weapon, no clothes, no nothing. I’m exposed and—

  Meadow runs oily palms up my back and my worries scatter.

  “Jesus Christ,” I groan. And then again when her thumbs find the base of my spine and dig in. “Jesus. Christ.”

  She giggles. “Told you.”

  “Where’d you get the oil?”

  “It was in my medicine cabinet. You packed it.”

  “Wise of me.”

  She laughs again and I relax more at the proof of her happiness. Not to mention the way she seems to single out the exact places on my back where I carry tension and attack them with sensual grinds of her elbow and sweeps of her thumbs. It’s a brand of bliss I’ve never experienced. It’s being cared for. It’s the state of true relaxation. Mostly. My cock could break a fucking window, it’s so jacked up. I’ll never not be hard when Meadow’s hands are on me. God, she is good at this. Amazing, actually.

  A hint of guilt creeps into my belly at the remembrance that I got her fired today, but I cast aside the feeling. It takes an effort, but I appease the guilt by reminding myself she was in danger working for that lecher. Besides, she doesn’t need to work anymore. I’ll never let her want for a goddamn thing.

  Her hands glide down to my ass and I can tell she applied more oil, but she did it without stopping the massage. Crazy. My future wife is phenomenal—

  “Ohhh my God,” I growl into the mattress when she digs into my butt muscles. “Fuck, baby. Is that supposed to feel so good?”

  “Yes.” I can hear the smile in her voice, but there’s also a fine edge of lust that sends a zing to my balls. “I don’t usually get this handsy. There’s usually a sheet covering my clients from the waist down.”

  “You giving me special treatment, gorgeous?”

  “Maybe.”

  I turn over on the bed and take hold of my cock, watching her flush as I stroke it slowly. “Climb up here, Meadow.”

  Her eyes are wide on my erection. “The massage isn’t over.”

  “Did I say it was?”

  After a small hesitation, she gets onto the bed and straddles my thighs, seeming to hold her breath for my next command.

  “Pick up the oil. Rub it all over your tits.”

  Her nipples pebble before she even applies the oil, but when she does… Good fucking God. I’ve never needed so badly in my life as when Meadow massages oil on to her little tits, making them shiny, her mouth open on a silent moan. “Like this?”

  “Yes. Good girl. Now use them to massage my front. All over.”

  Her thighs tremble against the outsides of mine and I can see how turned on she is. How hot it makes her to be ordered around, despite her fierce independent streak outside the bedroom. I see you, baby. I know your fucking flavor.

  I’ll be savoring it until I die.

  Meadow falls forward onto my chest, her hands braced on either side of my head, and drags her perfect tits through my chest hair, our nipples meeting, eliciting groans from us both and a jolt to my loins. She starts out kind of shyly, but soon she’s sliding up and down through the slickness on our fronts, her breasts leaving
fire everywhere they touch. My stomach, my pecs…and then she slowly, slowly strokes my cock up and back with her pressed together tits.

  “Goddamn,” I grit out at the ceiling, unable to keep my hips from shooting up, from fucking that little slide between her pert globes. “Meadow, you’re killing me, baby. I need inside you. I need to fuck my girl.”

  Her slippery body travels up mine and I’m transfixed by her beauty and the playful but heated smile decorating her mouth. “There you go again,” she whispers against my lips. “Expecting special treatment.”

  “I couldn’t have expected you in a million years.” It takes every ounce of my willpower not to roll her over and fuck her until neither one of us can move. Almost there. Make it right for her. Without taking my eyes off her—couldn’t if I tried—I find the massage oil on the bed, squirt some into my palm and bring it to her cunt, smoothing the liquid everywhere, over and between her pink lips, onto the insides of her thighs. “Now massage my cock with your pussy, Meadow.”

  Her breathing falters and she drops her face to the center of my chest, her husky moan buzzing through me. I tangle my fingers in her hair, bringing her face to mine for a filthy kiss. Our tongues are insatiable, our lips writhing and slanting, though I have to break away when she reaches back and grips my cock, guiding it to her virgin hole, letting it rest there for a second while we both breathe into each other’s mouths. Then she works me inside with a shimmy of her hips, leaving herself poised right on the tip. While I battle the need to pump myself home, she braces her hands on my shoulders, bites her lip and takes me inside of her oiled up pussy, inch by painstaking inch.

  She’s only taken about half of me when she ceases her progress with a sob. “Walker. It’s so big.”

  “I know, baby. Shhh. Come here.” I pull her mouth down for another kiss, then tuck her face into the crook of my neck to muffle her inevitable scream. No help for what comes next. I’m at the point of no return. My blood is a lake of fire and I’m already on the verge of ejaculating, she’s so tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “It’s only going to hurt for a second, Meadow, baby. I love you. Just hang onto me.”