Laces and Lace (Assassins #6)

by Toni Aleo

  “Oh, sweetheart, I could bang you until you scream differently,” JT said before his hand slid down to Kacey’s ass.

  “For fuck’s sake,” Karson muttered.

  But before he could get up and kick JT’s good leg out from underneath him, Kacey punched him in the chest and said, “Don’t touch my ass, jerk.”

  JT heaved for breath as Karson laughed. Lacey then said, “I’m just throwing this out there, but I think Kacey can take care of herself. Plus, we can cuddle watching the fire burn out,” she suggested and Karson couldn’t agree more.

  “Okay, as you were,” he said to them. But then warned, “Don’t fuck my sister.”

  “Can’t promise you anything, bro. I like that she’s dominating.”

  “I will kill you,” he promised, but JT just grinned.

  “I think it might be worth it,” he said with a wink, but when Karson looked at Kacey, she looked annoyed.

  Thank God.

  “Shut up and come on,” she said, helping him into the house. He didn’t trust either of them, but they were adults, and if they did it, they did. And then Karson would kill them both.

  But for now, he was going to cuddle with his wife and enjoy the night before a busy day of dealing with their families.

  Kissing her temple, he said, “I love you.”

  “I love you,” she said, grinning up at him. “What were you and Grady talking about?”

  “He apologized,” he said and Lacey’s brows shot up.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, for everything and gave me his blessing.”

  “What in the world? I never would have expected that,” she said, as shocked as he had been.

  “Me neither, but then again, I think he gets it,” he said and she nodded. “Now all we need is for your dad to do the same.”

  “Don’t hold your breath.”

  “Wasn’t planning on it.”

  And with that, they sat under the stars, laughing until their stomachs hurt before he brought his mouth down on hers. Holding on to Lacey as his mouth moved with hers, he knew he didn’t care. He didn’t need anyone’s blessing because he was going to love her until his dying day.

  No matter what.

  The next morning, nerves made Lacey have the bubble guts. As she slowly tried to untangle herself from her husband’s vise grip of a hold, she couldn’t brush aside her anxieties. She needed to get downstairs and start the turkey, but he wasn’t letting go. She was already having a mini panic attack at just the thought of how the day was going to go with their parents, and she really didn’t need to chance not having a turkey for dinner. As she tried to remove her leg, he held on tighter, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck. Her eyes drifted shut at the small touch of his hot lips against her neck. When his tongue peeked out of his lips, tracing the spot that his lips had just touched, he shifted, his cock hard against her leg, and she groaned.

  She couldn’t do this right now.

  “Karson, no. I gotta go start the turkey,” she said, trying to push him off her, but it was like a mouse trying to push off a lion. Her hunky husband ignored her pleas, moving his mouth down her chest. She arched into him, wanting to curse her responsive body but then again loving that she reacted like this. Only he could get her motor running when she was nervous as shit. “Please, Karson,” she pleaded once more, but she wasn’t sure if she was asking for him to let her go or to make love to her.

  “Mmm,” he groaned against her chest as his hand slid into her panties, dipping his finger inside her. “Five minutes.”

  “Two,” she said quickly as his finger swirled around her clit.

  “Three.”

  “Two and a half.”

  “Three, so I can eat you out.”

  Oh, how perfect that sounded, but no, she had to be strong. “Karson, no. Two.”

  He growled against her neck before sitting up and tossing the blankets off them. Ripping her panties off her, he threw them to the side before spreading her lips.

  “Guess this is going to be the fastest orgasm of your life,” he said, his eyes burning with lust, and as her husband dropped his mouth to her pussy, she knew she was in trouble. Ruthlessly, his mouth moved against her hot center, his tongue swirling around her clit as he fucked her quickly with his fingers. Gripping the sheets, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her dad was in the room over, his parents in a room across the hall to the right. JT was in the room right across from them, and Kacey was on the other side. There was no way she could wake them all with her sounds of lovemaking. But when he sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers dancing along her asshole, she couldn’t help it. She cried out, coming hard against his mouth as she rocked against his lips.

  Without giving her time to recuperate, he sat up and slid his cock inside her, taking her breath away.

  Groaning, he bit out, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feel of you. You blow my fucking mind, Lacey.”

  Holding her by her neck, his other hand bent her leg back as he thrust inside her over and over again, taking her breath, taking her coherence, everything. Taking it all. As he pounded into her, he met her gaze and smiled as he squeezed her at the back of her knee, sinking deep inside her. Biting her lip, she watched as his body flexed, his muscles moving with each thrust he made. She felt him throbbing as her pussy squeezed him and knew he was almost there. Reaching up, she brought him down to her, meeting her mouth to his as he slowly moved in and out of her.

  As their tongues danced together, their bodies hot against each other, all her nerves about the day slowly disappeared. Why did she care? It would go fine, and then she would come upstairs and make love to husband all over again. Tearing his mouth from hers, he pulled out of her and rolled over to the spot beside her.

  “You’re done?” she asked, surprised, but he just shook his head.

  “No, come here. I want to eat you some more,” he said roughly before pulling her on top of him.

  “I gotta go cook turkey,” she whined and he set her with a look.

  “I want your pussy in my mouth, right now. Fuck that damn turkey.”

  She grinned. “That’s so dirty,” she giggled and he rolled his eyes.

  “Give me your pussy now.”

  “Take it,” she quipped back and he grinned.

  “Fine.”

  It always amazed her how he lifted her like she weighed five pounds, but soon her knees were at the sides of his head as his mouth moved against her pussy. Closing her eyes, she rocked against his mouth until she felt his hand jerking against her thigh. Looking back down, she saw that he was jacking off and quickly decided that was not okay with her. Moving off his mouth, she turned around, sitting on his face before lying across his body and taking his cock into her mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” he muttered against her pussy as she took him deep to the back of her throat, licking him and playing with his balls like she was born to do just that. His fingers danced along her ass, playing with her asshole and her entrance as his tongue assaulted her clit. Licking the tip of him, she took him all the way into her mouth before pulling back and doing it over and over again. When he started to thrust into her mouth, she braced her hands by his hips as he fucked her mouth and she fucked his face.

  It was glorious.

  His body went rigid as he thrust up, filling the back of her throat with his orgasm as he groaned loudly against her wanton center. She wasn’t there yet, and she wanted to come, so she continued to ride his face as she sucked him dry. Gripping her hips, he flicked his tongue against her clit as she rocked against his face, so close. But then he pushed her off him, and before she could bitch at him because she was almost there, he was between her legs, his body holding one leg back as his fingers were deep inside her ass and his mouth between her lips. Crying out, she held on to the sheets as he drove her insane.

  As she shattered, he pressed the base of his tongue against her clit and she gasped for breath, riding the waves of her orgasm. He removed his mouth from
her and she stared up at the ceiling, really unsure how she was supposed to cook a turkey after that. Trailing kisses up her body, he stopped below her ear and said, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

  Smiling, she snuggled into him and kissed his lips, her climax all over his beautiful face, but she didn’t care one bit. It was sort of hot. Cupping his face, she whispered, “Happy Thanksgiving. Now, I have to figure out how to cook a turkey.”

  “Yeah. I’m going back to sleep.”

  She pushed him away before rolling over. “Jerk.”

  When his hand came cracking against her butt cheek, she squealed before going to clean up and get dressed. When she came out of the bathroom, Karson was laid out on the bed, deliciously naked.

  “Damn turkey,” she muttered as she passed by him, when really, she wanted to climb on top of him and ride him into oblivion. Looking away so she wouldn’t be tempted, she went out the door. But as she went to shut it, the one across from her opened.

  With wide eyes, she watched as her sister-in-law locked lips with JT in a long, passionate kiss. When his hand slid down her ass, cupping it before pecking her a few more times, Lacey was speechless. She should have known better, but still! She’d thought Kacey wouldn’t give it up. Obviously, she’d been very wrong.

  “Oh my,” she murmured, breaking up their kiss just as the door handle wiggled under her hand. She turned to hold it closed so that Karson couldn’t get out, but the door had already opened and her big, burly husband stood naked in front of her.

  “Hey, can you plea— What the fuck!”

  Kacey’s eyes widened as JT just grinned. “Hey, bro.”

  “I told you not to fuck my sister!” Karson yelled, but it didn’t seem to faze JT in the least.

  “I didn’t. She fucked me. My leg is broken.”

  “Good God,” Lacey muttered, covering her eyes. “Karson, please don’t kill him.”

  “It’s not a big deal. Go back to bed,” Kacey tried, but even Lacey looked at her like she was an idiot.

  “I’m going to kill you,” Karson growled at JT, trying to get past Lacey, but she dug her heels into the ground, trying not to let him by.

  “Can you put some clothes on first? I don’t want your dick touching me when you’re kicking my ass,” JT said, sounding bored. “Or how about we both promise it will never happen again, and we call it an oops.”

  “Ooh, I like that,” Kacey said with a nod.

  “Me too,” Lacey agreed. “Please don’t kill him. Not today. Maybe tomorrow.”

  Karson looked at all three of them and then shook his head. She could see the rage on his face, feel it, and it worried her. She really didn’t want Karson killing JT today. “I’m going back to bed, but, JT? Fuck you.”

  He then slammed the door, leaving them all speechless. Looking back at Kacey, Lacey said, “I saw that going way differently.”

  “Me too,” she said slowly. “Do you think he’ll kill JT in his sleep?”

  “I don’t know,” Lacey said, worried.

  “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll sleep with one eye open,” JT rumbled in her ear, kissing her jaw.

  “So what, you two are together?” Lacey asked.

  “Fuck no,” JT said and Kacey agreed.

  “Hell-to-the-fuck no.”

  “But you guys are acting like you are,” she said, confused. They were kissing and holding hands. Lacey didn’t think you did that after a one-night stand.

  “I respect her. Care how she feels. She’s special, but she also knows this was a one-time thing. I don’t do relationships,” JT informed her.

  “Yeah, and I’m good with it,” Kacey said and she was telling the truth. Or at least masking her feelings really well.

  Shaking her head before looking at JT, Lacey said, “Couldn’t just keep it in your pants, huh?”

  He shrugged. “She’s hot and she put it on me. Couldn’t say no.”

  “Whatever, you pushed me into the wall and— Well, I’ll save the details,” she said, her face turning red.

  “No, don’t. Come in here and whisper them to me,” he cooed, and then he slowly shut the door as his mouth met Kacey’s, leaving Lacey alone in the hall.

  “I thought it was one time,” she mock-whispered at the door.

  “Maybe two,” JT groaned through it and Lacey made a face.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered. “Karson is going to kill you two,” she yelled under her breath at the door, but when she didn’t hear anything but heavy breathing, she took that as them not caring. Deciding that her turkey needed her attention, she started for the stairs. She hoped that went as planned because so far, her day was full of unexpected surprises.

  But the rest of the day was no different.

  She guessed everyone woke up on the right side of the bed because yesterday was a thing of the past and everyone was actually civil. Well, if you called Karson threating to kill JT while her father glared at Karl and Sabrina bitched about everything and anything civil, then yeah, it was civil. Along with all that, Zander broke her glass shelf with a hockey puck, and Flynn told her the colors didn’t match in the living room. Rachel was quiet but helpful while Regina suffocated her with love. But really it didn’t bother her. Her dinner was great, and she was able to spend all kinds of time with all the people she loved while being enveloped in the love that Karson gave her.

  There wasn’t a moment when he wasn’t kissing her, touching her, or just being near her. When she glanced outside to check on the guys, he met her gaze and she knew that he was thinking of her. He tried to talk to her dad, and even though it didn’t work, he didn’t let it bother him; he kept smiling. He and Grady were best friends again, and it was beautiful seeing him with her nephews. He was so loving and attentive to the kids and it killed her inside.

  Since yesterday when they had talked about her keeping the doctor thing a secret, she kept thinking about the kid issue. She really needed to talk to him about that, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t doubt that it would go to hell, and then they would be trying to figure out how to get back from it. It was inevitable, and she knew she couldn’t wait much longer to tell him. He loved her and she loved him; they’d work it out.

  Together.

  She hoped.

  “Best damn dinner I’ve ever had, sweetheart. Good job,” Karl said, rubbing his belly, demanding Lacey’s attention. “Got yourself a winner, son.”

  Lacey beamed as Karson grinned. “Yeah, she’s a keeper.”

  Everyone smiled and then Nate said, “Your mother would be proud, Lacey. That was a beautiful dinner.”

  Pride warmed Lacey’s chest as she leaned into Karson. Meeting his gaze, she kissed his lips and knew exactly what she was thankful for this Thanksgiving.

  Karson.

  Karson felt like he had just said goodbye to the Martins, but that was two weeks ago, and, unfortunately, he was already back in their presence. At first he wasn’t looking forward to coming back to Chicago—he wasn’t fond of this place—but he was surprised when he found himself having fun off the ice. He thought this trip would be crappy since her dad would surely be around twenty-four-seven, and he was, but Karson just ignored him. There was something about helping Lacey hand out gift bags to breast cancer survivors that made dealing with Nate Martin worth it.

  Watching Lacey in her element had to be like watching him in his. She was so caring, so spectacular as she talked to each woman about her struggles and tribulations. It was heartwarming and heartbreaking all at the same time. The annual Lacey’s Lace Foundation Drive was everything Karson had always imagined it to be and was glad to be there to witness it. The women were inspirational, but his wife was an angel. Everyone loved her almost as much as he did, and he was lucky to be able to come to such an event.

  But his in-laws, yeah, they still hated him.

  Everyone was all smiles until they realized that Karson was standing in the doorway. Then just as quickly as their grins came, the look of distaste replaced it.
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  With his lip curling up, Nate asked, “You brought him?”

  Lacey rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah, he’s playing tonight, and he wanted to be here for the drive.”

  “Why?” Sabrina sneered. “You don’t even care.”

  “Actually he does, and please don’t talk to him like that,” Lacey demanded. “He has been amazing. The ladies eat him up.”

  She grinned back at him and he smiled. The women had eaten him up, and he had to admit he enjoyed the attention, but the best part was the way Lacey would hold his hand and introduce him to everyone.

  “This is my amazing husband, Karson King. He plays for the Assassins, ugh, I know, but it’s okay because he is the best. So I’ll cheer for his team,” she would say with a wink before cuddling into his side.

  He felt so good as everyone gushed over how happy she looked and how perfect they were together. It was a good day, even with Rachel sending him looks of pure hatred. He didn’t care. Lacey was his main concern.

  “She’s right, Sabrina, that was rude. We are sorry, princess,” Nate said and Karson had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Meeting his gaze, Nate said, “Thank you for coming and supporting Lacey.”

  “I’m lucky to experience this. It’s amazing.”

  “Yeah, he’s been great. Too bad he couldn’t do that when we had the cancer scare,” Rachel said as she came up to the group.

  “I told you I didn’t tell him. Stop trying to make him feel like crap for that,” Lacey snapped, her brows drawn in. “I’m lucky to have him.”

  “No baby, I’m lucky,” Karson said, kissing the spot on her brow that was furrowed. “And as much as I want to stay and enjoy you guys’ company, I gotta go. We have meetings.”

  She turned to face him, and he didn’t miss the relief on everyone’s face.

  Assholes. Thank God, Lacey wasn’t staying there long.

  Snaking her arms around his waist, she smiled up at him. “Sure. I’ll be at the game.”

  “In an Assassins jersey?” he asked with a wink and her face reddened.