Red Willow (Crime Kings Book 3)

by May Gordon

  “I spent the next few years trying to overthrow Kent from the inside.”

  “What about the FBI and all the evidence your dad gathered?”

  “It died with him, and since he never told them about me working with Kent, five years later I was able to put my hard work and planning into action. I took out Kent, his top-ranking men, and whoever didn’t want to back me.”

  “How long since you took over?”

  “Nine years.”

  “And the guy after me?”

  “Davis, Kent’s son, evaded my attack all those years ago.”

  “Why now when he’s had all this time to do something before?” She seems more curious now.

  “I’ve been looking for him ever since, but couldn’t find him. However, things have recently changed in my life that could cause Davis to see an opening to get to me.”

  “What’s that?” She asks, leaning a little closer.

  “You,” I state simply.

  Her eyes widen again as her mouth opens in shock. “But I’ve known you for almost two years.”

  “I’ve kept you at a distance for a reason but didn’t have the strength to anymore. I’m selfish and need you in my life and Davis has taken advantage of it,” I growl the last part.

  “I’m your weakness,” she whispers out.

  I hold her face in my hands, bringing it closer to me. “Weakness? Willow baby, you’re my goddamn strength. My life force. You are everything to me, and what Davis doesn’t realize is that I would do anything in my power to protect you. He has no idea what he started.” I give her a firm, passionate kiss and she doesn’t hesitate to return it, wrapping her arms around me to demand even more. Losing control, I pull her on top of me so she's straddling my legs.

  She suddenly breaks our kiss, a mix of emotions spinning in her eyes. “Why did you distance yourself from me for so long?”

  “You heard everything I just said, didn’t you? How could I let all that fucking messed up shit even touch you?” I caress her cheek before continuing, “I just want to show you the good in me, whatever I have left at this point.” I look away, feeling ashamed of my whole life.

  She lifts my chin, so our gazes meet again, and I catch her annoyed expression before the sweetest smile takes it’s place. “Give me your darkness, baby,” she commands before sealing her lips to mine once more. I’m lost in her and never want to be found again.

  Chapter 10

  Willow

  I pull away so he can see my face and say, “I love you.”

  “Why?” He asks like my words don’t make a lick of sense to him.

  I just laugh, and his eyes go soft at the sound. “Because you’re sweet, kind, strong, loyal, protective, and mine.” I smile as I run my hands through his hair.

  He leans his forehead against mine and, still sounding shocked, breathes out, “Willow, I don’t fucking deserve you.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  He steals a light kiss before telling me, “I love you too.”

  I basically attack him with my kisses then cling to him as he grips my ass and stands in one fluid motion like I weigh nothing. I hear him open the office door then climb the stairs. I don’t stop until he gently places me on his bed. I look up and see raw lust and love shining in his eyes.

  “Are we going to make love?” I ask, my voice full of excitement.

  Novak cracks a smile as he answers, “Yes Willow, we are.” He shrugs off his suit jacket and starts to unbutton his dress shirt. I get up on my knees and crawl toward the edge of the bed where I reach up to stop his hands.

  “Let me,” I say with a smile then undo his buttons one by one, slowly revealing his toned body. I start to feel a zip of nervous energy run through me as I admit, “I’ve never done this before.”

  His hands come over mine, stilling my movements, and admits, “Willow, I haven’t either.”

  My mouth goes slack in shock. “How is that even possible? Women throw themselves at you.”

  He kisses my hands before saying, “You’re the only woman on my mind.”

  “What about before me? You’ve known me two years.”

  “I had no interest in getting close to anyone, not with my past, so it was easy to push women away. Besides, they were all shallow, just wanted me for my money or looks.”

  “Oh, my god. You’re rich, now that settles it,” I joke, making him smile.

  “We’ll be each other’s first,” he kisses my lips before continuing, “and last.” He rips his shirt off, then undo his belt, as he grabs the hem of my tee, which is his, and pulls it over my head.

  He lets out a growl and asks, “You were braless this whole time?”

  I giggle before answering, “Yes.”

  “Never again. Not in front of my men,” he demands with a punishing kiss.

  He quickly unfastens his pants and shoves them to the ground. I can’t help but stare at his massive manhood. I’ve never seen one before, but I can't imagine his will fit inside me.

  “It will, we were made for each other,” he responds, and I realize I said that last part out loud. Sensing he’s not scared makes me feel better.

  He pushes me back and peels off my shorts, leaving me completely naked.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” his deep voice sends tingles over my body.

  He crawls on top of me, carefully looking over every inch of me. “I don’t even know where to start,” he whispers and I feel his breath against my skin.

  “How about right here?” I point to my lips with a teasing smile.

  He nips each one, then kisses me as his hands roam my body. I feel like his touch brands me, burning me with such pleasure I can hardly contain my moans. When he pinches my nipples, the slight pain shocks me, in a good way. His mouth moves down my neck, his hands heading to my apex and soon he’s touching the most intimate part of me.

  “Willow, you’re so wet.” I clutch his biceps as he inserts a finger.

  I grip his hair when he takes a nipple into his mouth and moan, “Oh god, Novak.” His tongue on my erect nipple drives me mad.

  I feel him laugh against my skin as he continues on his path, and when he reaches my hips he gently uses his large hands to spread my legs, opening me completely to his gaze. I thought I’d feel vulnerable, but I don’t. Instead I feel empowered, excited, and experience a hunger that’s consuming me. If it’s even possible, his gaze alone on me makes me wetter.

  He leans down and takes a painfully slow lick causing my hips to jerk. My body would’ve left the bed if it wasn’t for his hands holding me down.

  “God, Willow. You taste perfect, like mine,” he growls as he continues.

  I feel like I'm being pushed toward the brink of paradise, and just when I think it can’t get any better the pleasure knot in the pit of my stomach explodes, and I’m shown what real heaven must be. At least until he slowly works up the length of my body and it starts forming again.

  “Novak, please. I need…” I can't even finish my thought, not knowing as my mind is a puddle of pure pleasure.

  “I know exactly what you need. It’s the same thing I do,” Novak promises and I feel his breath against my lips.

  “What's that?”

  “Me inside you.”

  I moan at his words, then feel him line his shaft up with my core and slowly start to push in. I stretch around him, absolute fullness consuming me. He stops suddenly and takes my lips in a hard kiss and swallows my shocked scream as he surges forward. I didn’t realize how much this would hurt.

  “Shhhhh. Give it a moment,” he tells me as he peppers my face with more kisses. After a moment he starts to move and I feel myself clamping down. “God Willow, you’re so tight and wet. I don’t think I can go slow,” he growls, sounding frustrated.

  It still feels painful, but aches in a different way, hurts worse, as he goes slow. “Please, don’t hold back,” I manage to breathe out.

  He starts thrusting with all his power; it’s brutal, all consuming, and the most amazing feel
ing in the world as he once more sends me soaring.

  “Novak, it’s happening again,” I cry out.

  “Let go. I’m right there with you,” he whispers in my ear.

  I do what he says, throwing my head back as he unloads inside me. I feel like I just ran a marathon and have a massive smile on my face.

  “God, you're so beautiful like this,” Novak says, braced on his arms above me.

  “What, out of breath and sweaty?” I ask with a giggle.

  “Smiling and satisfied,” he chuckles then leans down to kiss me.

  He rolls on his back, and I lay my head on his chest, running my hands all over, stopping at the scar on his hip.

  “How did this happen?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

  I can hear the rumble in his chest as he answers, “Kent didn’t go down without a fight.”

  “I’m sorry you got hurt.”

  Now I feel him laugh as he says, “Most women would be appalled I killed a man.”

  “He deserved it,” I mumble. “Besides, I'm not most women,” I remind him.

  “No, you’re not. You’re mine,” he hugs me closely.

  “So, your friends Lawson, Quinn, and Foster are like you?”

  “Yeah, they just control their own states.”

  “And Molly and Cleo know?”

  “Both actually came from the mob life themselves.” That doesn’t surprise me. From what he’s told me about them because they seemed like a strong woman.

  “Does this mean I get to meet them all? Now that you’re my,” I pause not knowing what to call him, “boyfriend? No, that sounds wrong.”

  “Wrong?” He asks, sounding put off.

  “Not like that, just not significant enough,” I say quickly, soothing him.

  “You’re mine, and I’m yours,” he informs me. “Yes, you can meet them all and they’re going to love you,” he says with a kiss on my forehead. “Also, you're staying here now.”

  “Don’t I have a say?”

  “Davis has already marked you as a target which means you need to be protected.”

  “What about my job?”

  “You're fired.”

  I growl in frustration and ask, “What am I supposed to do here?”

  “Spend time with me, paint, spend time with me,” he jokes.

  He makes it seem so simple. Plus, the reminder of what happened makes it easy to agree.

  “Okay, but I need to pick up some things from my place.”

  “I already have men on it,” I can tell by his voice he’s sleepy now.

  “And Davis?”

  “An army is out looking for him. I promise you’re safe with me. You. Are. Mine.”

  And those are the last words I hear before drifting off.

  Chapter 11

  Novak - One month later

  Davis is a slippery bastard, coming out long enough to fuck something up before hiding again. I guess not having Willow as a target any longer pissed him off. Over this last month, I’ve been living a dream, never thinking I could be this happy. Willow makes domestic life amazing.

  Lawson, Cleo, Quinn, and Molly all stopped by, and of course, they fell in love with Willow. The women became instant best friends and now text nonstop every day. The guys were happy I finally got the stick out of my ass to make a move.

  We talked business, which included Davis, and he could be planning. Foster, who is due any day now, has been a big help. Funny thing is, we spent the last few years trying to get him on our side, and now that he is we’ve seen how valuable he is as a business partner and friend. If I would’ve known this back then, I would’ve moved heaven and earth to make it happen sooner. As a group, we’ve expanded some of our businesses to include other Crime Kings in Chicago, New York, and Dallas.

  I’m getting tired of waiting for Davis to show again. I’d much rather find and kill him quickly.

  “Boss?” Luke asks, jerking me out of my trance. “Everything’s secure with the new shipment.”

  “Great. Let's head home.” We walk out of the warehouse, and head to the waiting SUV and drive toward the house. As Luke is texting, I notice he has something on his hands.

  “Paint?”

  He looks down and laughs, “Yeah. Willow gave me a lesson the other day.”

  I should be jealous, but he sees her as a sister and I know I can trust him with her.

  “Are you any good?” I ask, holding back a smile.

  “God no, I just enjoy spending time with her,” he says, returning it. Luke had a younger sister but she died when she was eighteen. I believe he sees a lot of her in Willow. “I think Uncle Luke has a nice ring to it, don’t you agree?” Luke asks as he jabs me in the side with his elbow.

  With a smirk I say, “Trust me man, I'm working on it.” We’ve had so much sex since that first time, and not once did we use protection. That was by design, of course, because I've been trying my damnedest to knock her up. I know we should talk about it, but I have this horrible fear one day she’ll wake up and realize what a monster I am and leave me. If we have a child, she’d be less likely to do, so right? I know that’s barbaric, a little fucked up too, but I really can't bring myself to give a shit at this point.

  “I have all the men geared up and ready for an attack, so as soon as you and Foster have a lock on Davis’ location, we can move out,” Luke tells me.

  “Good. Hopefully its sooner rather than later. I’m done walking on eggshells,” I grumble to him.

  “I hear that, boss.” He’s just as over this as I am.

  They drop me off at home, and stop in the entrance at the sound of Willow’s laugh. I suspect she’s talking to Ted as they get along very well and he’s taken it upon himself to take on the role of her father. I remove my jacket and drop my keys in the dish then make my way to the kitchen where the laughter is coming from.

  I pause when I see Foster at the table with Willow and Ted. Even though I was just thinking how glad I am we’re friends and business partners now, at this moment seeing him all friendly with my woman has me on edge and causes me to growl.

  “Foster, you’re early.”

  Willow jumps out of her chair and gives me a hug and kiss, something she does each time I walk through the door.

  “Welcome home,” she smiles brightly at me. That word had no real meaning for me until Willow was living in it with me.

  “Happy to be home,” I say before giving her another hard kiss.

  “I was just spending some time with Foster. He’s quite the interesting man wouldn’t you say, Ted?” Willow beams at him.

  “He sure is.” Ted smiles then stands. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to finish.” He gives Willow a peck on the cheek then says, “Foster,” as he gives him a nod before leaving.

  “So, I’m guessing you here early is a good sign?” I sit across from him and pull Willow onto my lap.

  He nods then informs me, “We’re getting close. Give me tonight to check my sources, and I’ll let you know. Possibly by end of the day tomorrow.”

  I feel Willow tense as she asks, “You’ll protect him, won't you Foster?” It annoys me that she’s asking him for it, but she doesn’t know how lethal I can be, and just wants me safe.

  “Always. I know how feeble and weak Novak is,” Foster says with a grin which I return with a glare. “I’ll call the others when we have an actual plan.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Will the girls be coming?” Willow asks hopefully.

  “Sorry, baby. Their men will most likely keep them as far from this shit as possible,” I reply with a squeeze to bring her closer.

  “Okay, but once this is taken care of, I want them all to visit.”

  “Whatever you want, dear,” I say with a smile.

  “And you,” she points to Foster, “need to find a wife.”

  His eyes widen before something seems to click, and he rolls his eyes. “The other queens have been putting ideas into your head,” He grumbles referring to Cleo
and Molly.

  “Only because we all think you're so great,” she admits with a wink.

  “Okay, enough complimenting him,” I grumble which makes Foster laugh as he stands.

  “I’ll call with an update.” I nod then he turns and says, “See you later Willow.”

  “Bye Foster,” she calls out before he leaves.

  As soon as I hear the door shut, I get up, Willow now in my arms, and she squeals from the quick motion.

  “Where are you taking me?” She giggles.

  “Upstairs so I can have my way with you,” I growl.

  Once we’re in our bathroom, I slowly strip her. I love finding paint smears all over her body. She then undresses me so we’re both naked, then I take her mouth in a forceful kiss while walk her backward into the shower. Without breaking contact, I feel around and switch the water on.

  “Oh, god that’s cold,” she yelps, pulling her lips from mine.

  I chuckle as she clings to me for warmth then say, “Give it a second to warm up.”

  I kiss her again to take her mind off it then start washing her as the water gets hotter. I lather every inch of her beautiful body until I’m about to explode.

  “My turn,” Willow says before snatching the soap. I know as soon as she touches me it’s over.

  “Oh, god Willow, I won't last,” I groan as I rest my forehead on hers.

  It only takes a few minutes of her torturous pleasure before I snap and push her against the wall, kissing her with raw passion. I grab her legs and hoist them around my hips then enter her in one powerful motion causing us to moan from the feeling.

  “Fuck. You feel better every time I'm in you,” I growl before I start thrusting.

  Her moans bounce off the shower walls, the echo making them even louder. She's so fucking beautiful when she’s lost in pleasure. I don’t stop until we come together and just like every other time we make love, its pure bliss.

  “Wow. We need to have shower sex more often,” Willow says, making me laugh.

  “You won’t have to convince me, baby,” I lean in then add, “I love you.” I kiss her deeply and when I pull back, she has a goofy grin.