by A. J. Macey
“You have to get undressed, Kittycat,” he chastised playfully when he looked over at me. “You can’t take a bath fully clothed”—he paused in thought—“well, technically you could, but I don’t recommend it.” I stood there, stunned speechless. Chase, my sweet assassin, just drew me a bubble bath. He chuckled at my surprise and came over to me, his hands reaching for my shirt. Swatting at his outstretched fingers, I stuck my tongue out at him.
“I can do it,” I huffed and quickly shed my clothes. Turning off the faucet as I stepped over the edge, I melted at the soothing heat that radiated up my legs and body as I sank into the tub. The smell of succulent berries wafted around me as I moaned. The sound of a belt buckle unhooking had me looking to my left; Chase stood shirtless as he undressed the rest of the way. His lightly tanned skin stretched over lean and cut muscles that rippled as he shucked his jeans. My mouth watered at the sight, and I felt my greedy pussy pulse as his cock sprang free from behind the fabric of his black boxers.
“Scooch forward a bit and stop hogging all the water.” He poked me in the shoulder rapidly making me laugh. Doing as he asked allowed him to slip into the tub behind me, one muscular leg going on either side of me. His rough fingers pressed against my back when I went to lie back against him.
“What are you…” I muttered glancing over my shoulder at him. His steel eyes had heated into two pools of molten metal sending a thrill through me that went straight to my already wet pussy.
“Trust me, Kittycat,” he murmured softly as he adjusted me to face away from him. I was confused, but I trusted Chase, so I complied, and when his fingers started to apply pressure in strong, sweeping strokes to my tight muscles, I moaned.
Fuck, that so feels damned good, my brain mumbled.
“So,” I started, despite the fact my body was slowly starting to drift into ‘fuck me’ territory instead of focusing on work. “What did you find out?”
“Emily Venry is twenty-nine years old, was a cop before becoming one of the youngest detectives down in Vegas. She joined the FBI last year, and as Stone said downstairs, graduated from the academy in January this year at the top of her class. She doesn’t have any family. Her parents were murdered by a mugger when she was a kid, and she was sent to a foster home where she bounced around until she was eighteen where she moved to Vegas with one of her close friends. Once she was hired by the Feds, she left Nevada. Since then she’s hunted down serial killer Wesley Valentine, also known as the Brick Butcher, thief Linda York, alias Mona Lisa, and finally Saul Reyes, one of the higher up lieutenants from the Miami cartel,” Chase listed off, his sensual massage working from my shoulders and upper back down as he spoke. “Other than that, there’s really nothing that I could find. She’s not dirty. She’s just really good at her job, so we’ll have to be careful. She’s been working on going after Frankie after she took down Reyes, been looking into him since the beginning of April. I think she only located you because we moved into the new house. I’m sorry, Kittycat.” My heart cracked at his pained whisper. I shifted to look at him, but his eyes were glued to the window to the right of us unwilling to look at me.
“Chase,” I murmured in a demanding tone. “This is not your fault.” It killed me a little inside to see his wide eyes as he turned his attention from the shaded window back to me.
“But…” he started.
“But nothing,” I cut him off sharply, “this is not your fault, my little assassin. If we have a temporary babysitter, we’ll lose her. Frankie is a bigger target to her than we ever could be. I promise.” Chase’s body relaxed, his head bouncing eagerly at my words. Moving, he started brushing the tips of his fingers lightly over my skin on my shoulder.
“Okay, Kittycat, if you say so.” He flashed me a bright smile, seeming to have let go of his unnecessary guilt. “You want me to keep rubbing your back?” I chuckled.
“You’re pretty sweet for a murderer, you know that?” I teased with a small smile, reveling in the amused glint that finally returned to his molten eyes.
“Only for my Kittycat, everyone else can fuck off.”
I laughed at his words. Ain’t that the truth.
“You’re being pretty sweet yourself,” he murmured, his quickly heating tone making my blood surge. “But you know what I find the sweetest about you?” I felt my breath catch at his pupils blowing wide as his fingers dragged to my chest, barely brushing my pebbling nipples before continuing south.
“What?” My single worded question was breathy with need, my pussy tensing in anticipation. Chase leaned forward, his hot skin sliding against mine as his lips caressed my ear in his whispering.
“This pussy” —his fingers dipped down between my open thighs—“it’s sweet like honey and addicting like sugar, and I can’t get enough.” With that, he thrust a finger into my throbbing cunt roughly, ripping a wanton moan from me. My head fell back against his shoulder, his free hand wrapping around me to cup my breast in a firm grip. Chase continued to fuck my pussy with his finger, slipping another one in easily as I panted against his chiseled chest.
“Fuck, Chase,” I gasped as he ground his rock-hard cock against my ass.
“Yes, Kittycat?” He nipped my ear sharply, rolling my nipple between the callused tips of his fingers. Shifting his pace to rougher, harder thrusts, his palm ground against the sensitive clit, shoving me closer to my release. Grasping the edges of the tub, I held myself upright in his arms.
“I’m going to…” I moaned, unable to finish my sentence as a wave of scorching heat flooded me.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his hand leaving my chest to grip my throat. The constricting contact only heightened my lusty haze until I could do nothing but surrender, falling at lightning speed into my orgasm. “Come, Kittycat.” At his demanding tone, I spasmed in the onslaught of painful tingles that shot through me, my release slamming down on me hard and fast as I clamped around his fingers.
Aftershocks racked my body as I slumped into Chase’s arms, trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. His scruff sent a wave of shivers down me as he pressed soft kisses to my neck. The gentle touch was intimate after his roughness only moments before, sending a different kind of prickling thrill through me. For once, instead of pushing the sentimental emotion away, I embraced it, letting the fuzzy, warm tingling coat every nerve-ending. My heart swelled under wave after wave of the one emotion that scared me more than anything—love.
Turning, I cupped my assassin’s strong jaw and scruff-covered cheeks as I straddled his strong legs. I ground my sensitive clit against him in a languid pace, my lips pressing into his. When I started to feel him tremble with need under me, I raised up, lining the head of his cock with my entrance. Sinking down, I didn’t stop until he was buried inside me. He groaned deeply within his chest when I started to move in earnest, the water splashing as I rode him with slow, purposeful rocks.
“Fuck, Kittycat,” he mumbled, his rough, callused palms sliding up my thighs to grip my hips tightly. His head fell back, and I peppered his jaw and neck with nips and licks, bouncing on him harder. Tangling my hands into his hair, I pulled. Hard. “Yes,” he hissed at the pain as I held him still to ride, my greedy pussy clamping down around him as the build of fire seared my veins.
“Oh, fuck.” My voice shook as that fire erupted burning me from the inside out as I came apart on Chase’s lap. When my pace faltered, my assassin took charge, thrusting up into me in a relentless rhythm until I was nearly drowning in another orgasm. Surging forward, Chase’s mouth sucked my sensitive nipple into his mouth as he continued to fuck me. I had to brace on the side of the tub, the water splashing in massive waves as Chase finally came, his hard cock spurting and twitching deeply inside me. His body sagged back against the edge of the tub when he finally relaxed, the water now only to mid-stomach since the rest had been flung out of the basin.
“Think we could get one of the Aces to mop this up?” I questioned with a teasing smile. Chase burst out laughing with a shake of his head
before wrapping me in his arms, careful of my bruises that littered the side of my ribs.
Yeah, I didn’t think so either.
Dammit.
Chapter 3
May 14th
Tuesday Morning
Kiera
The rumble of my bike between my legs and my hair whipping around me calmed me. I had forced myself to stay homebound yesterday and the second half of Sunday to keep any possible suspicion away from us. While soaking up the sun on the patio was all fine and dandy, and sex with Chase was fucking amazing, I was starting to go a little stir-crazy. I was pretty sure I would have blown a fuse if I had had to stay cooped up one more day. As soon as the sun had risen this morning, I had hopped on my bike and took off through the empty desert roads before eventually turning back and making my way toward the Aces’ compound. I mean, I do have some work to do today, can’t only be all fun and games, I thought.
I ran through what we had learned in the last forty-eight hours as I turned onto the road that lead to the acreage. I didn’t know what Special Agent Venry had done to get three high profile cases closed, but damn, it definitely wasn’t good for us if she turned whatever fucking magic voodoo shit she had on us. I’m certainly not going to let some fucking wet-behind-the-ears bitch with a shiny badge stand between me and my revenge, I snarled.
Pushing the angering thought of the fucking Fed out of my mind, I came up on the gate where an Ace I hadn’t officially met yet was working. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was Bruce ‘Butch’ Narben, the husband of the whiny Old Lady who had been screeching up a storm to Abby two and a half weeks ago. Looking at him, I wasn’t sure how someone so burly and scary looking ended up with such a squeaky toy of a wife, but I didn’t want to try and think about it. I have too much shit to think about already.
He waved me in with no hesitation, all Aces having express orders to allow Chase and me on the grounds without issues. I made my way down the winding curves of the main compound road until I came up on the bar a few minutes later. Several familiar bikes were parked in front of the building meaning my officers were already here. Or at least on the compound, I thought when I walked into an empty bar. Holy fuck, has hell frozen over? I questioned when I didn’t see the very boobilicious bartender, Cheryl, behind the counter. Walking up to the black surface, purposely ignoring the feeling of my riding boots sticking to the floor, I checked behind the counter. Empty.
“Looking for me?” Cheryl’s question startled me, but I held back the jolt that wanted to escape.
I hadn’t even heard her come out from the hallway leading to the rest of the building. You’re getting rusty, I chastised myself with a mental note to pay more attention to my surroundings, don’t become complacent merely because you’re growing used to the place.
“Yeah, for a while there I wasn’t even sure if you ever left behind the bar,” I teased. “Starting to wonder if you just had a bed back there.” She huffed out a laugh and rolled her eyes before dragging the dolly full of boxes to the tight squeeze between the wall of glass bottles and the bar top. “Need some help?” I pointed to the first box she opened—a collection of bottles stashed within the thick cardboard.
“If you want,” she replied with a shrug. “If you just want to hand them to me, I can put them up.” I nodded and pulled out the first two bottles while she slid out an old, scuffed wooden step stool. Cheryl was about my height at five-four so to be able to reach the top two shelves safely, she had to stand on the two-step stool. We worked in silence; the only sound filling the bar was the clinking of the glass bottles as she lined them up.
“Well,” Brooks’ whiskey smooth voice rumbled from behind me, “I knew you were coming to walk the compound, but I didn’t know you’d be free labor, Baby.” His tone was teasing as he watched me hand Cheryl the last two bottles from the bottom box. I reached into the icebox and chucked a chunk of ice at him. “Hey!” he shouted playfully, his muscled body curving as he brought his arms up to cover his face. The ice smacked him right in the bicep. Aha! Bullseye!
“She got you good, Boss,” Rider, the Aces’ demolitions expert, taunted as he came in from the parking lot. “Nice throw, Kiera,” he complimented.
Flashing him a smug smile, I winked. I stepped back out from around the bar and looked over the two Aces. Brooks was wearing his usual attire of a tight shirt that stretched over his sculpted muscles, snug jeans that hugged his ass—and his cock—just right for my viewing pleasure, and his leather cut. Rider limped slightly, his leg still healing from the bullet that had grazed his shin during the Alloy Kings’ attack. He had been lucky that it was only a flesh wound and not one that could have shattered his tibia and fibula. We had all been lucky because none of the Aces had been killed or severely injured during the attack, while two of the Alloy Kings had been knocked unconscious and locked in one of the outer buildings on the compound. Both under watch twenty-four hours a day until Brooks and company could figure out what they wanted to do with them.
“We walking the compound?” I asked Brooks when I reached them, my head tilted back to look up at him at his six-two height. Brooks grimaced slightly before hitching a thumb over at Rider.
“Unfortunately, I have some shit to do with Stone, but he’ll be going with you.” The Ace perked up and gave me a little wave.
He sure is chipper for the member of a motorcycle gang.
“You heading home afterward?” Brooks asked.
“Most likely. I need to check if any other jobs came in tonight,” I answered with a tiny nod. Brooks hummed an acknowledgment before dropping a quick kiss on my head.
“All right, I’ll see you tonight then,” he added as he started toward the front door of the bar where Stone was waiting with crossed arms and his signature scowl. As soon as they left, it was just Rider and me in the room since Cheryl had left a minute earlier to take the broken-down boxes and the dolly back to wherever they were supposed to go.
“Ready?” Rider asked, his voice a warm timbre that matched the smile he gave me. I nodded and followed him out into the hot weather.
Thank fuck for shorts, I thought as the desert sun beat down on top of my head. He let me lead the way to the edge of the compound where I would start my inspection. Making sure to not walk too fast, I moved at a leisurely pace so he wouldn’t aggravate his injury or limp.
As we neared the fence near the hang-around and prospect housing, I discreetly looked over my temporary companion. He was taller than me by at least half a foot, with reddish brick-brown hair that was cut in a buzz cut. His skin was fair, but his face, neck, and arms held a small tan from the exposure to the sun. Compared to the officers, Rider was a twig, with gangly arms, stick thin legs, and a torso that seemed to go on forever.
“So, Rider,” I started. “How long have you been an Ace?” He didn’t seem that old, but I knew appearances could be deceiving. I mean, hell, take Stone for example. He was only thirty-one but looked near forty. That’s what happens when you hate everyone and everything, I thought.
“I started hanging around when I was seventeen,” Rider offered willingly. “Patched in when I was nineteen, so about eight years being ‘official’”—he finger quoted—“but ten years total.” I nodded as I pulled out my notebook from my back pocket, taking notes of things that would need upgrading or adjusting when it came to the compound’s security.
“That’s cool. You from Reno or did you meander your way here from somewhere else?”
“Been here all my life, although I spent a couple years down in Vegas during my teens before coming back,” he answered, looking around as we strolled along. I had done most of the compound already before my bruised leg caused me issues, so this would be the last portion I needed to cover to give the officers a full security workup.
“Vegas too flashy for you?” I teased. He laughed and shook his head.
“Nah, just coming back to what I knew, ya know?”
I hummed an agreement, scribbling down that the houses should be upgrad
ed for security systems with at least floodlights. The compound could get away without individual systems on each house since there were so many members on site at any given time. What does that mean, you might ask? When a light goes off, they’ll swarm it like flies if it’s anyone except an Ace, Old Lady, or hang-around. Saves them money but still increases their security.
Besides, I thought, they’re updating a bunch of other shit, so the flood lights are really just last resort warning system. We neared the gate and main road in a companionable silence, Rider seemingly content to enjoy the walk in the nice, if not a little hot, weather while I continued to work. A familiar rumbling caught my attention, and I spied Abby’s truck, Rocky, coming down the road toward the gate, the truck bed filled with an assortment of moving boxes as well as a mattress. When she neared us on the side of the road, she slowed and rolled her window down.
“Hey, bitch,” she greeted with a sassy smile before addressing my babysitter a bit more respectfully. “Hello, Blast.”
“Hey, Abby,” he responded politely giving a tiny wave like he had to me earlier.
“You moving off compound?” I asked, pointing toward the load in the back. She scoffed and threw me a half-glare.
“Fuck no, I’m not. Are you crazy?” she exclaimed flippantly before hitching her thumb toward the boxes. “These are a couple of the other Old Ladies’ stuff, just helping them move to the temporary housing.”
Heart of gold, my best bitch, I thought ruefully, but sometimes she’s not the smartest when it comes to personal safety.
“You need to move off compound,” I challenged, trying to keep my voice level despite the spark of irritation that was quickly growing. “It’s not safe.”
“Well, guess it’s a good thing I know how to shoot, now isn’t it?” she snarked with a tiny head bob. I opened my mouth to argue, but she rolled up her window, a tiny self-satisfied smirk on her lips. I balked which made her smile shift to laughter at my expense.