by A. J. Macey
I ran a hand through my loose beachy waves as I waited by the front door for Garrett. Checking in the mirror above the entryway table, I made sure my makeup was fancy enough for a high-class nightclub bar and added a last-minute touch-up to make sure the fading bruises were completely covered on my cheek and jaw. Dark grays and blacks ringed my eyes in a smoky haze, my lips were painted a blood red to compliment my dress, and my ears held black dangling earrings that matched my black bracelet and clutch. Where is he? I mentally growled, looking toward the stairs. I was about to call up to the second floor when my eyes widened, and I felt my jaw drop.
Garrett in a perfectly fitted black suit with a black dress shirt and a black tie was mouth-watering. His hair had a fresh cut fade, the top trimmed slightly to make it look less unruly. His typical bearded scruff had been cut shorter as well, his strong jaw now covered in a light layer of stubble. Holy shit, I mentally shook myself out of my stupor, absently glad I had worn a pair of underwear. Not that it would matter, I'm sure they'll be destroyed by the end of the night.
"Wow, speechless," he taunted in a smug voice. "Don't think I've ever seen you without a snarky comeback."
I scoffed. There's the assholey behavior, I noted blandly.
"Let's just get going," I ground out. This is a terrible fucking idea, I thought as we got in the limo.
No turning back now.
Garrett
Kiera's attention was toward the front of the limo, her intense stare darting between the front few windows making her too busy to see me staring at her. I about lost my load right in my suit pants when I saw her in the red dress I loved so much. Her fit body and luscious curves were clothed in a slinky material, her mile-long legs crossed at the ankles as they stretched out in front of her. She looked absolutely stunning, and I couldn't help but stare at her.
"What?" she asked when she finally looked at me. She glanced down at herself with an arched brow. "Am I flashing you or something?"
"No,” I said with a chuckle. “But I certainly wouldn't be complaining if you were," I murmured, leaning forward to brush my fingers against her thigh until they reached the hem of her dress. "I plan on having this off of you by the end of the night, Kitten." Her mossy eyes stood out as they were surrounded in a dark wash of makeup, desire sparkling within the green-brown depths.
"Oh, do you now?" she whispered, my fingers skimmed under her dress as she shifted forward to meet me halfway. Her eyes drifted leisurely down my body, drinking me in, her hand brushing against my tie. "I think I like this look on you, Garrett." My heart beat erratically at my name on her lips, even more so as her hand gripped my tie and pulled me forward until her red lips brushed my ear. "Maybe after our work is done, we can have some fun." I shuddered as she nipped my ear sharply before pulling back just in time for the limo to slow in front of The Avenue.
The man working in a maroon sports coat with the signature fancy A lettering opened the side door next to me. Slipping out of the limo, I buttoned my suit jacket and assisted Kiera in getting out of the back. Her tan glowed in the dim, sensual lighting as we entered the club. The slinky material of her dress was soft against my fingers as I rubbed the small of her back. I couldn't help myself, dipping my hand a little lower until my fingers rested on the curve of her delicious ass. The thudding music filled the main club portion of the building, the lasers and other lights flashed as we made our way from the main hall. Kiera's observant gaze swept the room for our target. I attempted to do the same, but I found myself focused on keeping wandering hands and greedy men away from my Kitten.
She reached back with her right hand and gave a light tug of my tie, her chin tilting up slightly in the direction of Brian Chan. The thin man was wearing a red suit jacket, white dress shirt, and what looked to be black slacks. His black glasses frames winked in the lights as he slicked his black shiny hair back with a free hand, the other too busy groping the woman who was attempting to smother him with her tits. I patted Kiera's ass and smirked, silently letting her know I saw him. She cocked an eyebrow as her eyes centered on my face. I couldn't help but chuckle and smack her ass lightly. Kiera shook her head in response, before we started weaving our way through the crowd to one of the small rounded off booths nearby so we could keep an eye on him as well as have our privacy.
"What can I get you?" a woman in a tight black dress asked as soon as we slipped into the booth.
"Glenfiddich," I answered coolly, relaying exactly which year we wanted. The woman's brow rose slightly but complied, walking off quickly toward the bar.
"What are you doing?" Kiera's husky voice was soft as she leaned into me. "We're here to work."
"You don't come to a place like this and not buy one of their most expensive drinks"—I glanced down at her—"you know that, Kitten." She smirked but didn't argue as her gaze drifted back to our mark. "What do you see?" I asked, reaching across my body to hold her face. I made it look as though I was nuzzling her neck as I tangled my fingers into her hair so we could talk easier. Who am I kidding? It’s also because I can’t resist that grease and berry scent that makes my mouth water for her. Although I noted the latter of the two smells was much more potent than usual, I did my best to ignore the parts of me that wanted to get lost in her.
"He's not with anyone from Solace that I can see," she murmured, her hand coming to rest on my thigh only making my heart beat faster. "But I do see a familiar dipshit Alloy King. Bryce Hill just sat down with him." Before I could respond, Kiera was thanking the waitress who had just set down both glasses of our alcohol.
"Think he can see us?" I was tempted to look over, but I kept still, not wanting to give myself away if he could make us out in the dark atmosphere of the club.
"No, it's too dark in here, and you don't exactly look like you in that suit. Not to mention your face is buried in my hair," she teased. "They're just talking, wait..." She trailed off for a moment, and it took everything in me not to look at the two men she was watching. "Chan just gave Hill a small book that looks like the ones Frankie uses in his business transactions, like a ledger." I thought about it, trying to remember what I could of Frankie 'Smokes' businesses and what I had been able to learn when Kiera still lived at his lavish estate.
"Probably a record of their money laundering," I surmised, remembering that Frankie always gave his partners a small book to keep a record of the income. It was specifically for money that was laundered through the casino or when the partner was paid in clean bills. They even had a code in case they ever wanted to snitch or the book fell into the hands of the feds. The Casterelli mob wasn't stupid... no electronic records were kept, meaning they were able to avoid suspicions.
"Hill is leaving," Kiera gave me the play-by-play, "and Chan is following, but he's heading to the dance floor with that chick." She pulled out her cell and quickly typed a message before tucking it away. "Chase is going to go follow Hill." Now that it was clear, I pulled back and grabbed my glass. The pleasant burn only fueled the heat that was flowing through me at Kiera's sexy dress.
"Now what's the plan?" I questioned, taking another sip. She followed suit as she scanned the crowd.
"Hang out for a while, make sure he isn't going to have any more business meetings." I nodded, relaxing into the plush booth seat. "Why'd you actually want to come tonight, Garrett?" Kiera leaned forward until her elbows rested on the table, her eyes focused intently on my face.
"I didn't want you to go alone," I admitted. "What I said was true. With Jace and all the shit with your father and the Alloy Kings, I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. You don't have to do this alone anymore, Kiera. You have Chase, Brooks, me, even Stone." She scoffed at the last name, her cheeks flushing slightly at my words.
"Stone doesn't give two shits about what happens to me," she countered. I rolled my eyes at her stubbornness but didn't argue that portion because I happened to agree with her on that front.
"I'm serious, Kitten," I murmured, running my fingers through her hair unt
il I could grip it at the roots. Turning her head, I angled her face up to me. "I have not wanted anything more for the last six years than for you to be at my side, and now I finally have it. I'm not going to let anything happen to that." I pressed my lips against hers in a passionate kiss, all my need, desire, love pouring from me to her through our connection. "Would it be too cliché to say I love you right now?" I muttered against her lips, and she chuckled.
"Yes, but I know you do"—she took a deep breath—"and I love you too."
My eyes shot open. I honestly hadn't ever expected to hear those words out of her, not in my entire life, and yet here she was saying the one thing I'd longed for. She pulled back in confusion and slight embarrassment as her cheeks tinted even deeper pink. I held her steady, catching her eyes even though she tried to look away.
"Don't pull away from me," I whispered, "you just surprised me." She smirked.
"Now who's speechless?" she teased. A laugh bubbled out of me at her turning my own words against me. "Want to dance?" she asked, a genuine smile curling her lips and lighting up her face. Even though we were supposed to be working, and we were in the middle of a very dangerous war between two powerful underground gangs, I couldn't help but feel abnormally giddy at the date-like feel of the night. This is certainly different, I thought as I slipped out of the booth.
The music held notes of heavy bass, seductive lyrics, and melodic tones as we made our way to the dark dance floor. Despite the lasers and the strobe lights, the dance floor was dark enough that you couldn't necessarily make out faces or individual people, just a mass of bodies pulsing to the music. I curled her into me, my hands drifting to cup her ass and hold her lean muscled body against me. We spent several songs like that, her curled in my arms, her fingers brushing the back of my neck as our bodies ground together. I didn't care that she could feel my cock pressing into her stomach, her nails dragging against my skin making me thrust into her.
"I need a drink." Her husky voice was rough and heated in my ear. I nodded against her cheek and led her back to the booth, catching sight of Brian Chan curving toward the hallway with the restroom as we moved.
"I'm going to go follow him," I said the same time Kiera pointed him out. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Stay here," I commanded before following my mark. Keeping to the shadowed portions of the club and hall, I stalked Brian with rapt attention. When he finally stopped though, I rolled my eyes. He was receiving a blow job in one of the shadowed corners of the hall from the girl he had been with. I groaned and headed back towards Kiera. Unfortunately, there was a man trying to schmooze her, his arm propped up on the back of the booth as she cocked an eyebrow at him. I saw red and stormed the rest of the way.
"Fuck off," I growled, yanking him by his collar away from the table. "She's mine." The man, whose skin was a deep olive and had black inky hair, smirked and looked me up and down, no doubt judging me for my neck tattoos.
"I was just keeping the lonely lady company," he smarted, his words accented, but I couldn't tell from where. I glanced over to Kiera, catching her eye roll.
"Kitten," I called, my eyes glaring down the man, "would you like to explain to the man how you felt about him over here or shall I?" I raised an eyebrow at him unable to contain my own smirk as Kiera put him in his place.
"I have plenty of company with my man, Sabin," she sneered his name, "as I told you. Now, I suggest you leave before I punch you, or my boyfriend does." The man finally conceded with a tiny dip of his head before scampering off into the crowd. I chuckled smugly as he retreated. Kiera stood up next to me, her hand dipping into my pants pocket. "A little present for you," she murmured in a seductive voice. She pulled me onto the dance floor, my tie gripped within her hand.
As I struggled to keep up with her commanding pace, I slipped my hand into my pocket and immediately brushed a tiny scrap of lace. A warm, wet spot slicked my fingers. Oh fuck, I growled, my cock hardening as I continued to rub her thong between my fingers, letting her juices coat the tips of my fingers.
We found ourselves in one of the very empty corners where the lights didn't reach, meaning it was nearly pitch black. Kiera's face and body were shrouded in shadows allowing me to only see the general outline of her figure and basic planes of her gorgeous face. The music was loud, drowning out anything but feelings and sensations. My kitten turned to face me, one hand gripping my tie while the other teased the back of my neck with sharp nails. The scent of whiskey brushed my face as she pulled me down. Her lips moved hungrily against mine, and I devoured her in return.
I grabbed her hips tightly within my fingers, the slinky material of her dress bunching under my grip. I wanted nothing more than to rip her dress off her body and fuck her in front of everyone here, but then she wouldn't be able to wear it for me again, so I restrained myself. Slipping a hand between her legs, my fingers immediately met a thin stream of slickness on the inside of her thighs. I moaned against her mouth as I brushed higher until I reached her clean-shaven, extremely wet pussy that was waiting for me. She shivered at my touch, her nails digging into my neck as I rubbed and flicked.
Her hand moved from my tie to rub my hard cock from outside of my slacks, and the feeling of the material rubbing against me had me grinding against her harder. I shifted my fevered kisses across her jaw and down her neck until I could bite the dip where her neck met her shoulder, her moans nearly drowned out in the thumping music. Finished with teasing her sensitive bud and entrance, I slipped a finger into her tight pussy. Her walls were slick, allowing me to immediately glide in another finger as she worked my zipper down leaving the button together. She gripped my neck tighter when she figured out I wasn't wearing any boxers or briefs under the pants. Her hand immediately stroked me smearing the pre-cum that coated my head down the rest of my cock.
"Turn around, Kitten," I commanded in her ear. I could barely see the pout as I pulled my hand back, but the adorable lip curl was about to be replaced with her moans. When she finally faced away from me, I rubbed my cock between the crests of her ass, the material of her dress between us. Swaying to the music, I held her against me with one arm as I nudged her dress up far enough to slip my erection between her legs, her heels putting her at the perfect height. My eyes rolled back as I slid in, her wetness allowing me to push in without any resistance. Nails dug into my forearm and scalp as she reached back to dig her fingers into my hair.
I kept the pace slow, intimately moving to the music as she adjusted to the rungs of my Jacob's ladder piercing. When I felt her chest panting, I rocked faster, harder, until her round ass bounced against my hips with each thrust. Clenching my jaw, I continued to fuck Kiera's tight greedy pussy despite her walls clamping around me in her release. I hunched down and buried my face in her hair, her berry and grease scent filling my nose. Groaning, I shifted my arm that held her until I could slip a hand under the thin material of her dress. Pebbled peaks met my fingers as I cupped her delectable breast in my hand. Her head fell back against my shoulder when I rolled the hard nub between my fingers in a tight pinch.
Nipping her ear and neck, she took over the pace until she was fucking me as I ravished her neck and tits. I switched which arm held her to shower her other nipple in attention, my right going down to the front of her dress. Slipping my hand under the curved hem, I flicked and rubbed her clit in harsh circles in time to her bouncing. Intoxicating scents and sounds flooded everything in my system as my own release built, her tight grip bringing me closer to what I was sure would be a very hard orgasm with every pass.
"Fuck, Garrett," she moaned in my ear, her voice breathless and barely audible over the music. Her broken moans and gasping voice were the last straw. Taking over the pace, I fucked her as hard as I could, reveling in the feeling of her nails digging into my skin at my relentless pace. She shattered against me, tremors coursing through her as her body squeezed me tightly. A few thrusts later and I felt myself fill her, my own release making me shake.
I didn't pull out right away
, swaying slowly to the sensual music until she was able to stand on her own. Shifting my hands out from under her dress, I held her to my chest. My left trailing gently up her neck until I could turn her head to face me. Staring down at her half-lidded mossy eyes, I pressed against her warm lips in a soft kiss, finally slipping out of her quivering pussy. I quickly adjusted her dress, loving that she would be dripping my cum down her thighs.
"Let's head home." She pressed her lips against my ear so I could hear her. "I don't think I'll stay awake much longer after that." I chuckled, adjusting myself into my slacks before following her off the dance floor and into the cool night air. The limo was waiting for us at the end of the red carpeted walkway, the same man earlier holding open the door for us.
"I'll definitely need to get these cleaned," I noted with a soft chuckle. My black slacks and bottom portion of my suit jacket were wet, white stains littering the dark fabric. Kiera laughed and patted my thigh.
"Totally worth it." She smirked at me and settled into her seat as the limo started to move.
Hell yeah, it was.
Chapter 8
May 19th
Sunday Night
Kiera
The sun had set, and the stars were shining in the cloudless night sky as I scaled the side of the closed tea and spice shop. Elliot's tall body was leaning against one of the large air ducts, his lean muscles clothed in a pair of ripped up denim and his signature Hawaiian print shirt. His red curls were unruly this time since they weren't coated in hair gel. Dark framed glasses sat on his face, only partially masking his sharp elf-like cheekbones. I gave him a quick handshake when I reached him, a small curl of my lips at his smile.