by Ali Parker
"Beautiful. So beautiful." He licked around the edge of my panties until I reached up and tugged them to the side. I pressed the balls of my feet into his chest and cried out as he opened me up and drank deeply from me. Delicious waves of pleasure rolled through me, dragging me closer and closer to orgasm.
The buzzer on the stove went off early, and I gripped his wrists as he lowered me toward the bed.
"No, don't go." I arched my back as he sucked my flesh deep into his mouth and pulled back.
"I'm not going anywhere until you come. Take your time. Fuck dinner." He went back to work, rolling his tongue through my folds and pressing two thick fingers into me.
"God yes," I groaned and closed my eyes as I spread my legs open farther. "Hard. Fuck me hard."
He grunted and picked up his pace, driving into me as his lips, tongue and teeth teased me over the edge.
I buckled as my orgasm hit, and every shitty part of the last few weeks disappeared under his touch. I didn't care who he was for the minute. Serenity was mine.
"More," he mumbled against my wet flesh and went back to work, fucking me faster as I fell off the cliff again.
I gripped his head and pressed my teeth into my bottom lip as the world exploded. The sound of him lapping at me filled with his masculine groans broke me in two. I wanted to be worshiped by D, but it would never happen. We had too much history between us. We were both far too lost to our own demons.
"Baby," Jonathan murmured against my center.
"What?" I glanced down the length of my body and ran my fingers through his hair. I didn't love him, nor would I ever, but the moment imprinted something on my heart. I wanted more from someone... maybe him?
"Tell me you'll stay the night." He licked me once more and crawled up my body, settling down to pressed his thick erection against my wetness. I needed his jeans off of him, to feel his flesh against mine. "Tell me I'm going to get the pleasure of making you scream a few more times?"
He pressed his soft lips to my ear and brushed my hair back as I wrapped myself around him and nodded. "I'll stay."
Chapter 25
Demetri
I needed a night off. One where I got high on something expensive and took a whore to my bed. I was too raw from dealing with everything and not letting off a little bit of steam in the process. I couldn't stop thinking about Izabella being at Jonathan's place. He was making her dinner? We all knew that was code for doing something nice for a pretty woman and then taking her to your bed for the real reason she'd come over — to empty your nuts for you.
Anger raced through me at the thought, and I picked up my phone as I got out of my car at the apartment. The need to text her and tell her to fucking forget it with the cop was almost overwhelming. She would get pissed at me for butting into her assignment, but I didn't want another man in her life. She had too many as it was. She'd get confused in her need to feel loved — to be held at night.
"Should be you, you sorry motherfucker," I mumbled to myself as I climbed the stairs to my place.
There was no way I was interfering, but something deep inside of me said that I should have.
I stripped on my way to the shower and locked the door before turning the water on scalding hot. Dropping the toilet seat, I dropped down onto it and pressed my head into my hands as I let out a long sigh.
One of the nightclubs we had downtown was opening a new level later that night, and as much as I hated the thought of seeing Edward, I figured it would be a good way to get out of the house. I'd text Nathaniel to see if he were up for going with me. He wasn't on the schedule for the night on purpose. The poor guy needed a Friday night off now and again if he were ever going to find a woman too. Seemed like everyone was dead set on being single around us, as if working for Joe meant suffering alone.
Better than leaving a family behind when we die. I growled at my morbid thoughts and got in the shower, letting the water soak into me.
Visions of my beautiful girl danced before me, her body toned and wet as she leaned against the shower wall and glanced over her shoulder. I could remember the night like it was yesterday, and yet it had been so long ago. The last time we'd made love... how badly it broke me. I'd not been with a woman that I could keep my eyes open with since. They were all her.
"Come here, and take me higher than anyone ever has before." She reached back for me, her body dripping water from the shower spray.
"Where do you want me, Izzy?" I brushed my cock between the thick curves of her ass and squeezed her hips tightly as I leaned down and licked up the back of her shoulder.
"Everywhere," she whispered and pressed back.
"I love the way you feel wrapped around me." I kissed her one more time before gripping her neck and stepping back. "Bend over, and moan for me, baby."
"Yeah," she whispered as I pressed myself deep into her tight ass. Her scream was delicious but nothing compared to the way she bounced on my cock, taking it inside of her one inch at a time.
I rubbed her lower back and rocked forward as she cried out again. "So beautiful, baby."
"God, I love how big you are." Her fingers brushed by my sack as she teased me mercilessly from between her legs.
"You take it so well too." I pulled out and slid my hands up her back before shifting my hips and impaling the wet heat of her pussy. We both groaned in tandem as she arched her back and bent her knees, positioning herself to ride me like only she could.
"Stay still, and let me have you." She stood up and pressed her back to my chest before squeezing her thighs together, locking me inside of her.
"Anything you want from me. It's yours." I brushed her long wet hair from her shoulder and pressed my teeth into the side of her neck.
"Hold my hips tightly. Don't let me fall. Please." She gripped my wrists as I clamped my hands down on her hips and groaned at her movements.
She lifted up a little and rested her feet on the sides of the tub before rocking against me, massaging my cock with her perfect body.
I refocused her rhythm with my hands, jerking her forward or beckoning her back to take more of me inside of her.
"In my ass," she turned and glanced over her shoulder at me.
"Yeah," I mumbled and lifted her high enough to reposition. I pressed my mouth to hers and brought her back down onto my thick shaft, pressing it into her as she whimpered against my lips. Everything about her tore me apart. I'd never be the man I was meant to be without her beside me.
"I'm gonna come," I whispered against her lips.
"Do it." She arched her back and pressed her feet against the tub, bouncing on me faster and faster. The delicious slap of her wet ass against my stomach left me drowning in ecstasy.
I pressed myself into my hand one more time as my second orgasm hit in the shower. The memory always dragged me into the middle of white-hot need faster than almost any other.
Sadness suffocated the high I was on moments before as I washed myself off and got out of the shower alone. Those times were in the past, and the way things were going lately, they were going to stay there.
It was depressing to think that the best was over, especially since it was by choice.
*
I handed the valet my keys as I pulled up to Endrantant, our newest club to undergo renovations. I left most of the night club scene up to Edward, but I knew I would have to get involved sooner than later. There was far too much money to be made to put another thing on Edward. As much as I hated to admit it, the fucker had done a great job of buying up the right real estate and getting the right people involved.
Too bad Nate hadn't been able to join me. It would make the night less awkward than it promised to be.
"Demetri. Over here." Edward motioned for me to join him and a very metro-looking guy near the first-floor bar. The place was just starting to fill up, but it would get much worse. The line had been around the door into the alley beside the building, which worried me like it would a protective father.
I lifted my hand
to him and turned toward one of the security guards. "Put someone outside on the far side of the building. I don't like the fact that we have no lights or protection out there. Remedy the security now and the lights later."
After speaking to a few more of our employees, I walked down to the bar and extended my hand to the guy beside Edward. His outfit said that he was not only extremely important but rich as well.
"I'm Demetri DeMarco." I was surprised by how firm his handshake was.
"Fredrick Carrington. Your place has caused quite a stir in the club scene." He smiled and nodded toward the elevators that lined the back wall. "I think it's your black lust room on the third floor. I'm almost jealous."
Edward laughed. "So Fredrick is the owner of Kadia in New York. It's — "
"I know what it is. I've been a few times in my long life." I smiled, realizing just how valuable a relationship with Mr. Carrington could be for us. He was well connected in the club scene and could possibly recommend someone to assist us with managing ours a little better. I'd been through five or six managers in the last ten years and had never quite found the right one. Part of that had to have been the fact that they weren't brought into the family or given any amount of information about us at all.
"Ahh, good. Well, I'm quite impressed. I wish I wasn't tied down to New York. I'd move here and offer the great Joe Castaletta a few opportunities for expansion." He smiled.
Edward popped him in the chest and shook his head. "Joe's got all the opportunity he needs right now."
"This man speaks truth." I nodded to Edward. "What we don't have is a capable leader for these clubs. It's been a bitch trying to find the right person. If you ever decide to head this way, maybe we can have lunch. I hear you've done quite well managing and owning some of the best clubs in New York."
"I have, but I'm a New Yorker by birth, so I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon." He brushed his fingers over his closely shaved beard. "I did have a trio visit me a few weeks ago, and honestly the woman was fabulous. She's stunning, no-nonsense, and has a club of her own in New Orleans."
"New Orleans?" A tendril of interest raced through me. "I was just talking to a friend about a few dealers from down in those parts."
"Zandra dealers? Fuck, we might be talking about the same couple. She has two men though." Fredrick lifted his eyebrow and smirked. "I'd be her third if she'd let me."
"What's Zandra?" Edward asked.
"It's a new drug on the market." I turned to the bartender and took the beer he offered without me having to order it. "It's not something we've looked into just yet, but I'm sure we'll be on top of it soon. We've just suffered the loss of our matriarch."
"So I heard. I'm quite sorry." Fredrick patted me on the back and looked genuinely disturbed by it. "Zandra will change everything. It's the mixture of two drugs that leaves the user lost to a lusty haze. Quite effective for a bit of fun — and massive levels of release."
"Has it made it's appearance in Kadia?" I couldn't help but ask. We wouldn't be dabbling in anything else until I got the Freddy situation figured out, but shortly thereafter I was going to get my hands on some for testing.
"Just recently, thanks to Kate and her boys." He wagged his eyebrows. "I offered her a large sum of money to come join me."
"And she accepted?" Edward asked before he lifted his drink to his lips.
"Not quite. She's got her hands full in New Orleans right now. You should look her up. Offer her a deal she can't refuse. She's top of the line." He shrugged and lifted his glass to a toast to the upgraded club.
"What did you say her name was again?" I lifted my beer and hit it against his and Edward's.
"Kate. Kate Jarrett."
Chapter 26
Izabella
"Shit," I mumbled as I got in the car and left Jonathan's early. The buzzer on the oven caused him to get up with the promise of coming back as soon as he got the roast out. I'd texted Marco to call in three minutes, and God love my older brother, he had.
I'd made up an excuse about my father needing me and rushed out of the townhouse like I was in a panic. Jonathan had been so cute about it, offering to come with me and take care of things for me.
"So fucked up." I ran my fingers through my hair and drove to the mansion as my thoughts danced all over the place. I wasn't sure what I felt about letting him eat me out. In one way I was completely good with it and glad for the fucking attention. I'd known that going into such a situation with him would put me at risk for having to fuck him as part of convincing him that I was his girl. The next time wouldn't be so easy to get out of.
On the other hand, I knew that even if my thoughts had moved to conjuring up something between us that nothing was there. Until I emotionally emptied myself of my desire for Demetri, I would never move past what could have been and truly try with someone else.
The phone buzzed, and I pressed the talk button. Marco.
"You out of there? Everything okay?" My brother was pacing the floor by the sound of him panting softly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Things were just going too far with Jonathan. I'm trying to seal the deal, not have his children." I smirked and pulled onto a busy two-lane road. "Are you at the house?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Is D still there?" I put on my blinker to move over and almost got run over. "Asshole."
"Me?" Marco's voice tightened.
"No, these shitty drivers. Is he still there?"
"No. He left a while ago, just after you did. He's going to the opening of the third floor of Endrantant, remember?"
"Actually, I'd forgotten all about that." I settled back and pressed the gas, letting the car do what it did best — fly.
"I'm sure it's going off without a hitch. Both of your boys are there tonight. I swear you're starting to collect them like you did hats in your teenage years."
"It was one year. I was thirteen." I growled into the emptiness of the car. Marco would forever tease me over my hat fetish I had when I became a teenager.
He laughed warmly, and the sound brought a smile to my face. "I love it."
"Where is Freddy? Have you checked on him lately?"
"He's here, I guess. I don't go up there much. He's either high or too agitated to see me. I guess I look too much like Dad." He huffed. "When are you going to find him a place to go to rehab?"
"On Monday he and I are going over there. We're meeting with the lady in charge at ten." I slowed down at a stop sign just beside downtown and tried to decide if I should make a surprise visit to Endrantant or not. It would be good to see D, but he and Edward together was never a good idea. Adding me to the mix just made it all the worse.
"Good. Hurry home so we can talk for a few minutes."
"Go check on him for me? I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm sure it's just from having to cuddle up to Jonathan and making up feelings to go along with that type of intimacy."
"Fucking great," Marco grumbled. "Don't tell me that you slept with him. If you did, don't mention it around here. Demetri is already acting like an emotional child most days of the week. I swear you're ruining our empire from the inside out."
"Fuck off with that. Go check on him for me." I suppressed a smile at my brother's dramatic ranting. He was far more like an emotional child than D could ever be.
"I'm checking. Hold your horses." The sound of a door opening filled the car around me. "Freddy? You in here buddy? Freddy?"
"Check in the bathroom," I responded.
"Yes, I was headed their next. I'm not as daft as you're making me out to be." Another door opened. "Freddy?"
"Is he there?" Worry threatened to consume me, and I punched the gas pedal harder.
"No. He's not in here. Let me get off the phone, and I'll check the rest of the house. Just be safe getting home, okay? I'm sure he's in the pool or eating something right from the fridge."
"Just find him." I pressed the button to end the call and let my fingers hover over the dashboard. I wanted to call D and tell him
that something was wrong, but I didn't quite have evidence of that just yet. To get him worked up over what might be nothing was stupid. I would get home, and Marco would be in the kitchen talking to our little brother.
Did he know that Freddy wasn't Daddy's? Fuck, did Freddy know?
I got out of my car and waved off the guards that walked toward me. "I'm good. Thanks."
After walking into the house, I made a beeline to the kitchen to see Marco standing in the center of it, pulling his phone to his ear. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
"You calling me?" I asked.
He jerked around and growled. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Is he here?"
"No, he's not. Not from what I can see, but the only thing missing from the garage is your bike. You didn't move it, did you?"
"Ugh. The little fucker took it." I ran my fingers through my hair. "I'll text him and get him over here."
"That would be a good idea. If Dad finds out that he's roaming the streets, he's going to have more hell to pay than he already does with all the other bullshit antics he’s pulled lately." Marco opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
"It's going to voice mail." I sat my phone on the counter and sighed loudly. "Did you know that he's not Dad's kid? That Mom had an affair?"
"Yes." Marco took a drink of the water and offered it to me. "Did you not know?"
I took it and tilted my head to the side, trying to work through the insanity of lies that seemed to suddenly be my reality.
"No, I had no clue. Does Freddy know?" I took a quick sip and handed the bottle back.
"I'm not sure that he does. You don't remember all the shit Mom and Dad went through when Freddy was born?"
"No. I was three, remember? You were twelve. You'd be the only one that remembered." I gave him a look and put a hand on my hip to emphasize it.
"True. Well, I'm not sure who knows, but I can't seem to forget how bad it was for a few years. I thought they were going to get divorced. Dad threatened to kill whoever Mom had slept with, but I'm not sure if he ever found the guy."