Sweet Redemption_Sweet Duet, Part 2

by Ellie Jean

  “I won’t share you, Isla.” My pants are pulled down. I plunge roughly inside her. Still for a moment, her arms wrap around my neck, clawing my shirt. Thank fuck the sight of that ring is gone from my vision.

  “I’m yours. All yours…” I kiss her hard, her lips melting around mine.

  “Damn right you are.” I pull out and fire back in. My cock covered in her silky cream. Hard. Fast. Hitting her clit with precision, heightening her pleasure. Deeper. Harder. Her hips thrusting with mine, gaining every ounce of friction, taking everything I can give her in the small amount of time and space.

  I take what’s mine. Both of us on a collision course to make it to the end. Pulling my head forward with force, Isla’s taking my lips ferociously. We aren’t breathing. We are panting. Small short bursts of air. Her pussy clamps around my length and I increase my tempo as she moans. “Alex. Yes. Oh…” Silencing her groans with my lips, I pin her to the wall as I release myself urgently. Stilling momentarily before pumping inside her two more times.

  “I love you, Isla,” seeps from my mouth. The intensity catching me off guard. Ripping open my inner most thoughts. This woman is my undoing. She unravels me to the barest core. Her eyes close briefly taking in my words as her breathe catches. Still riding the waves, my lips slowly brush against her tender ones. Clasping behind her neck with my hand, I pin her with my eyes. My potent stare leaves nothing to the imagination. Even though I am unable to be near her, she still belongs to me and I am fighting with every breath in me to get her back.

  “Don’t stop fighting for us.” Pulling out, breaking our connection, I watch our juices slide down her thigh. Silently I groan. I want to be buried back inside her warmth. My hand drops from her ass, slowly placing her feet on the tiled floor.

  “Never. You are mine, just as much as I am yours, Alex.” Her dress falls back in place. Pulling my pants up, she reaches forward to zip me up. I take some paper towels and clean our juices quickly.

  “Don’t you forget me, my undercover angel.” A dark look flashes across her delicate features. Fuck, what is she talking about? Nothing could make me forget or give up on us.

  “You know that will never happen, Sweetness.” My fingers touch her above her heart, that is still beating faster than normal. She has to get back out to Jules or someone is going to be busting in here very, very soon. “You must go.” A force grips me, showing a strong front. Inside I’m crumbling.

  Her steps hesitate. A ghost of a smile touches her reddened lips as she smoothes her ebony hair before flicking her skirt up, one last time showing me her panty-less curvy ass. Palms slide down her dress, straightening it in place. Ogling me, she looks me up and down then straight into my eyes. A pink blush stains her cheeks before she opens the door and leaves, wearing another man’s ring on her finger.

  I’m left standing in the public restroom, alone. But I get a pair of her lacy black panties and knowledge that I just marked my woman, verbalizing my feelings so she knows just how much she means to me. The Russian bastard has no idea. She will never be his.

  Alex. Loves. Me!

  How do I return to lunch with Jules with that bombshell dropped in my lap? I want to race back into the public restroom and never leave his side. In a ridiculously short amount of time our lives have slammed in to each other’s, giving me a renewed hope and determination to get my stolen life back. I compose myself, wiping the smile off that breaks out across my face just thinking of his words.

  The surly bodyguard gets up as I approach his chair. “You okay? You were in there for a while,” his abrupt voice has no feeling in it. He doesn’t care one bit how I’m feeling.

  Waving my hand for him sit down, I try to assert some control over my life, “I’m fine. That time of the month.” I exclaim quite loudly to him. Huffing his disapproval with a slightly reddened face, he turns and sits down letting me pass him without further comment.

  It’s so frustrating not being able to chat as freely as I would like with Jules for the remainder of lunch. How I want to scream at the top of my lungs what I just did in the bathroom with Alex. I want the whole world to know that he has actually said the magical three words to me, albeit in a public bathroom. I’ll take it. Any way I can get him, I will take it. Always…

  Eating my favorite dessert, cherry tartufo, the cool ice cream slips down my throat, putting out the fire lit within me by Alex.

  “Kameron and that super hunk of a man, Seth, hardly leave each other’s side. Each time I call her, it’s like I’m intruding on their sex time.” Jules laughs out loud and my ice cream nearly flies out of my mouth I’m laughing uncontrollably. “I ask you, Isla, how often can two people have sex?” If she was talking about Alex, I would say all day, every day, without hesitation.

  “You’re just jealous.” I shovel another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth savoring the cherry flavor. “It’s good to see Kameron with only one man for more than a few days. You could take a leaf out of her book. Or a pair of handcuffs from her toy box.” Continuing to laugh and joke around, Jules fills me in on what else has been happening with my other best friend and then her ritual one-night stands. Never committing to one person.

  Time always flies when you’re having fun and it’s not long before most of the lunch crowd has left and Jules and I are left alone. Except for my extra friend. I don’t want this time to end, but it must. Jules has got a life to lead and I’ve got a prison to go back to. With a long embrace bye, my eyes wander to the corridor I left Alex in. One day soon… We will be together.

  “Take care of you,” I say with a somber tone. “I’ll try and contact you as soon as I possibly can. Love you, Jules.”

  “Love you too.” Swinging her handbag over her shoulder, Jules leaves without a care in the world. Me on the other hand, I leave wearing a ring that weighs heavily upon my soul, with a heart encased in a lead box that I won’t let anyone near until Alex comes for it permanently and we can be truly together.

  “I’ll take another Glenfiddich.” My gruff voice gives away the anger and pent up frustration. “Actually, make it a double.”

  “Yes, Mr. Raven.” The young, blonde-haired, thin girl behind the bar couldn’t be any more different to my curvaceous, dark-haired beauty. Sitting at my bar, in my resort, The Raven Resort and Casino, drowning away my heartbreak is the only logical thing I can think to do, while my family solves the disaster of my life. I’ve been here, on my allocated perch at the end of the black marble top bar, watching the passing customers now for over an hour. The whispers and quiet music blending together in my fuzzy head.

  It’s 11pm. A Friday night. Five days since I have seen her or spoken to her. Each night I have finished work later and later. My interlude in the public restroom of The Italiano with Isla has wreaked more havoc on my manhood. I can’t have her whenever I want, or show everyone she is mine, or go anywhere near my family for fear of Sokolov’s men putting our secret puzzle together. I have to listen to my uncle and let The Family handle it. I can’t end the Russian’s life now, protecting her from the devil himself. I’m fucking useless.

  Women eye me up and down from a distance. My head buried down low unless I take a mouthful of my poison. Making eye contact with these vultures is almost admitting to them you want to get in their panties. Not for me. I’m. Taken.

  Fuck this for a joke, I have to get out of here and make this right. I can’t sit around here being a pansy ass. If I want him gone, I have to do it. Waiting time is over. Knocking back the remainder of my scotch, I rise from the leather stool and stride with purpose toward the doorway to my future. My eyes are like steel, no one would dare get in my way. I’m like a bull seeing red. It’s time to use my horns and gore this Russian’s ass.

  “Hey, hold up, Alex.” My determined steps don’t stop, even though I know that coarse voice. Hands fall on top of my shoulders, stopping me in my tracks.

  About to unleash fury, I raise my arm and turn, ready to punch the person who is stopping me from my mission.

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bsp; “What the hell, Seth?” His large body jumps back before I swing and collect his unshaven face on the way through.

  “Really man?” My arm abruptly falls to my side, blood still rapidly flowing through my veins. Quick breaths escape my mouth. Seth protectively puts his other broad arm out in front of another body. “We were coming to find you. See if you needed an escape for the night.” My eyes follow his to find an athletic, toned woman’s body. Looking from the waist up, I notice dark tattoos decorating her arms then her long brown hair, with striking red streaks running through it, falling over her sculptured shoulders.

  “Alex, you remember Kameron?” Having the opportunity only to meet her a few times in the last month, I still remember her vividly as Isla’s cheeky friend. Taking a deep breath, “Of course. Kameron…” Pausing for a second to inhale another steadying breath, I smirk. “Nice to see you again.”

  A slight laugh leaves her mouth. “You too.” I wonder if she has heard anything from Isla? I don’t know how much information Seth has told her about the situation, but I need to know everything or anything. No matter how small. I’m getting fed the barest of information. My mind is going to explode soon…

  Searching her dark brown eyes, I ask, “Have you heard from Isla?”

  A sideways glance to Seth has my hair standing up on the back of my neck. Fuck… Something’s wrong. Leading them both over to the side of the walkway so we attract less attention, my body turns toward Seth. A fierce tone erupts, “Seth, what the fuck is going on? Kameron…?”

  “Isla’s been in touch with Kam. Let’s go down to The Basement, get a drink, and I’ll fill you in on the details.” Seth links his arm through Kameron’s and pulls her to walk in the direction of the lift. I guess if I want answers, I’m going to have to follow. Fuck…

  Catching up to them, we take the lift down to my club, where I found Isla on her knees. It’s like it was forever ago… The music blasts, the lighting dim with flashes of bright strobe beams fall upon us. Unwavering and with purpose, I make my way, with Seth and Kameron in tow, to the private area I have reserved for me always. No one tries to stop us. Just curt nods to acknowledge they know who I am. I take a seat on the soft, black leather bench seats. Kameron and Seth sit opposite me. Seth lets Kameron first in the booth. The red round table is in between us. Eager to find out what is going on, I don’t wait.

  “What the fuck’s going on?” My hand runs through my now messed up hair, trying to stop myself from jumping Seth and punching it out of him.

  A chirpy voice invades my ears. “Good evening, sir. Can I get you all a drink?”

  Slamming my fists on the table, I lower my head. “For fucks sake…”

  I’m certain the young lady flinches, but I don’t care. Seth interrupts quickly, “Bring two whiskeys and a bourbon with lots of ice in a highball, please.” The waitress all but runs away, not taking the time to write it down. “Man… You need to chill. You will give yourself a heart attack if you keep going like this.” Seth sits there with his arms crossed. I raise my eyes to look at him. A slight grin casts upon his mouth. Kameron hasn’t moved a muscle, watching me behave like an ass. Or a man in love…

  “Just tell me what the fuck is happening.” I lower my voice, albeit still loud due to the music thumping around us.

  Seth finally starts. “There’s been a few developments.” Kameron places her hand on his thigh. Seth leans across and gives her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

  Rearranging himself on the seat, Seth continues. “Kam spoke to Jules and found out that Dimitri will announce their engagement tomorrow night at a large function.”

  My eyes glare at Seth. The effects of the adrenaline, fury at this statement, and alcohol flowing through my veins make my head want to explode. Sweat beads on my palms. “Motherfucker…” I reach for my whiskey that the young lady silently placed down and, with haste, ran off. “Why didn’t our men find this out?” I know he’s not the one to blame but what are uncle’s soldiers doing? “What the hell is uncle doing?” Standing up, my legs need to move. “Why are we learning this from you, Kam, and not from our guys?” Resting my two hands on the table, arms stretched, elbows locked, bracing myself like a rigid piece of wood, I rage, piercing the both of them with blazing heat.

  A tremor takes over my skin, someone is running their nails along my back.

  “Alex, darling…” Gripping my waist is a claw-like hand. “I’m so glad you’re here tonight. Let’s go dance your worries away. My room’s still available for afterward.” Her smooth voice repulses me more and more. I whip my head back to find Dede clad in a skanky tight-fitting peach dress, trying to wrap her other arm in front of my chest. A bright flash makes me look around, watching someone turn instantly the other way, blending in with the crowd down below.

  Kameron stands, yelling, “Get your hands off him, bitch.” She tries to free herself from being in the booth. Seth stands so she can’t exit and since I’m on the other side of her, she’s not going anywhere.

  Maybe I should let Kameron loose on my ex-one-night-stand that lasted longer than what it should have… This night is turning into one hell of a circus.

  Wiggling and pushing, Kameron keeps her eyes on the hideous female next to me.

  “Oh dear… You have it all wrong. Alex needs me to make him feel better on nights like tonight.” Touching my cheek, Dede leans in to take my mouth.

  A glass shatters.

  There’s a flash of red and black.

  Strong patterned arms reach forward across me, hands stretched outward trying to clutch something…

  “Get your filthy hands off him, you slut.” A groan rips through the air. With precision and speed, Kameron’s over the table pouncing on Dede like a predator. Long, strong fingers are around Dede’s neck within a millisecond. There’s a strangled shriek. Dede’s arms and legs are failing around trying to grab anything of Kameron’s to knock her hand away from her neck. Isla’s friend smacks Dede into the wall to the side of our table before Seth and I know what’s happening. Dede’s leg smacks out and catches Kameron off guard, releasing her grip from her neck. It’s now Dede’s turn to try and prove she has what it takes to take this hunter on. But the strong, athletic body of Kameron’s is no match for the weak, plastic frame of Dede. A handful of hair pushes Dede’s vocal chords to breaking point. The shrill of Dede is overpowering the bass of the music. Seth and I finally work out his date has got Dede in a death grip.

  “Fuck, man… Get her.” I yell to my cousin.

  Seth’s enjoying the show, watching his woman kick some ass but people are starting to notice. He steadily moves his giant body, reaching for Kameron. Her hand rears back ready to thump Dede again. Seth grabs ahold of it, effectively stopping her.

  Kameron has other ideas. Wrestling with Seth’s strong arm, she powers on, “Let me the fuck go.” Letting her feet kick now seems to be getting the job done. Fuck…

  “Dede…You need to get the fuck away from us, now.” I roar and move between her and the now sweaty, amped up Kameron. We’re all gasping, getting air to our lungs. Seth’s finally holding on to her. Large arms wrap around her middle while he bends forward, whispering into her ear. Her chest rises and falls fast. A stony face meets his. He’s in trouble with this one…

  Dede finally gets her footing, brushing her hair back, smoothing down her dress so her ass isn’t hanging out of it anymore. There’s red marks on her neck and cheek where Kameron’s hands landed on her.

  Inclining her head toward Kameron, Dede yells, “You need to keep that one on a leash.” Trying for nonchalance, she turns and walks away, leaving our VIP area. The security tries to shield us from the rest of the nightclub, but many patrons are surveying the scene.

  Rubbing my hand over the back of my neck, I watch Seth move Kameron back to where we were sitting moments ago. Her breathing is still agitated and she doesn’t look happy. The table is already clean from the shattered glass and our drinks replaced. People eventually return to their night. Thank Christ we emp
loy a great DJ here, keeping the music flowing and bodies on the dance floor. Minding their own business.

  “Who the fuck was that?” Seth’s got his hand on her thigh, holding the fired up Kam down. “And why the hell did she have her hands all over you?” Deciding not to fuel the fire, I take a mouthful of my whiskey and a breath.

  “She’s in the past. But she has a hard time remembering it.” Smirking, “She may now have that message though.” Raising my eyebrows, looking between her and Seth, I laugh out loud.

  “Looks as though you have someone to take care of your ass, man.” My bad mood from before is gone. “Or kick it in to line.” I try to be serious but it’s not working. My laughter continues, thinking of Dede being handled expertly by Kameron. Nothing like a good cat fight to relieve the moment of everything before it. Kameron’s obviously in good shape for a cake maker. An artist when designing and making cakes and perhaps in designing tattoos too? I’m sure there’s more to Isla’s friend than meets the eye. Seth obviously is smitten with her.

  “So, Seth, tell me the details before anything else interrupts us?” My elbows are placed on the table, hands under my chin.

  “Man. I’m surprised you don’t know.” A mouthful of his whiskey slides down his throat, he shuts his eyes for a moment, letting the burn run down his throat. “The engagement party is taking place here. In The Raven. Tomorrow night.”

  Motherfucking… Unbelievable…

  I need space.

  I’ve been caught off guard.

  The walk back to the bedroom, from the kitchen where I sat quiet listening to Dimitri talking to me about tonight’s events and how everyone who’s anyone is going to be at our engagement party, turned my stomach. Eating the bacon and eggs given to me by the housekeeper kept my mouth busy so I didn’t say anything I would regret. Nodding and a single word here and there kept Dimitri onside.