“Let’s do it,” she declared. As if on cue, Griller’s girlfriend rounded the corner. But she walked alone. It wouldn’t be time to act even if Griller were with her. We needed to plan things out, get a sense of how they moved so we could decide on ours. But it put the wheels in motion.
Silent, we both watched her turn and climb some front stairs. Key in the lock, she entered. That was definitely where she lived. And where we’d see Griller, sooner or later. The location was set.
We spent a couple more hours waiting, watching, but after she emerged alone, clearly done up for the night, we knew we wouldn’t see much more for a while. We stopped at a drive-thru, picking up something quick and easy where no one could spot us. Again, I wished I could treat Sky better. I wasn’t exactly a rich man, but the bar had made me decent money. Now that I’d cashed out, I had a nice bank account I would happily dip into to spoil Sky, lavish her with romantic dinners, take her shopping or whatever else she wanted. But for now, I’d have to settle for hamburgers and the bags of stuff my guy had managed to steal away from Sky’s apartment.
“How did he get these?” Sky asked me back at the hotel room.
“Better not to know.” I didn’t even know the guy’s tactics. He was a slippery fish. I’d paid him a bundle, but the reason I knew I could trust him to keep quiet was that he owed me from a night a couple years back. He’d stolen the wallet right out of the back pocket of a Skull. And not just any Skull, the club president, a fact he had not known. I’d caught him as he’d walked out, but instead of making a scene, knowing it would likely cost him his life or at least his balls, I’d let him put it back, sight unseen. He’d swung by from time to time since then, insisting on paying me back, telling me he wanted to do me a solid. Well, now we were even.
“My clothes!” She spun around, holding pieces up in delight. “I’m going to show you something!” Flashing me a mischievous glance, she darted off to the bathroom. When she came out in a matching lacy bra and panties set, I knew she wouldn’t have them on for long.
“I bought these for you,” she told me shyly, standing at the doorway. “I know it doesn’t make any sense. It was last summer. I knew I couldn’t be with you, but still…” She shrugged. “I wanted to feel sexy when I saw you.”
She looked sexy as hell, all curves, her luscious breasts rounding out of the lacy top. I scowled, hating the thought Griller might have seen her like that.
“Mike never saw me in this,” she added quickly, clearly sensing the shift in my thoughts.
“I hated you being with him.” My fists balled at my sides, remembering how much.
“I hated it, too. It didn’t happen often. Between us.” She looked down seeming to dislike the topic. “He couldn’t…perform.”
“Really?” That made me feel better. A little.
“At first it made me feel like something was wrong with me. Then, I was just relieved. All I’ve wanted for so long now is you.”
“Come here.” I beckoned her over to the bed, took her in my arms, the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. Kissing her, caressing her, she moved like liquid gold in my arms, so honey sweet and precious. “You’re so beautiful, Sky. So fucking sexy.”
Words were one thing. But I was a man of action. I laid her onto the bed, kissing my way down her body, drinking in every inch. Down to her thighs, I whispered kisses along her inner thighs, blowing on her sensitive skin, breathing in her scent. She whimpered, digging her heels into the mattress, her hips undulating with need.
Her panties were pretty, delicate and feminine like her, but they had to go. Slowly, I slid them down her hips, watching her breathing pick up as she panted in anticipation. Back between her legs, I slid my hands under her ass, positioning her before me.
“So wet, baby. So gorgeous.” Her pussy glistened, slick and ready for me. I blew on it, enjoying how it made her arch her back, her nipples standing out in stiff points. “Spread your legs for me.”
She opened herself wider for me, giving me full access. As I stroked the pad of my thumb against her swollen clit, her mouth opened in a gasp. Hips rocking, fingers clutching the sheets, everything about her sang with desire. But then I stopped looking and feasted instead, licking, lapping her up, thrusting my tongue in her the way I’d fuck her with my cock later that night.
“Jax!” She panted and screamed. “Jax, yes!” She came in my mouth and I drank her down, flicking my tongue against her clit to make it last. Next time I’d make her wait, tease her longer, enjoy a more drawn-out meal. That first time I’d been too hungry for her taste. I’d been starving for her for too long.
Up by her side, I held her against me. “You are so delicious.”
“You’re incredible.” She sounded winded, a little disoriented. It made me proud. “I’m so happy with you Jax. I want you to know, if this doesn’t all work out—”
“It’s going to work out,” I reassured her. I didn’t want her thinking about the alternative.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked me in the eye. Leaning against a pillow, I gazed at her, aware of her breasts against my chest, the feel of her rear beneath my palm as I caressed her. “I’m so grateful I met you.”
“I feel the same way.”
“I spied on you in the shower, you know.” She tucked her head down at my throat, giggling.
“What?” That was not a comment to let pass.
“The night you came home late, at Zeke’s. The bathroom door was open a crack. And I spied on you.”
“You naughty thing.” She started laughing, spinning away from me but I caught her and pressed her to me. Playful, I gave her ass a smack. “You really watched me in the shower?”
“Yes.”
“Naughty.” I brought my hand down again, firm on her rear and this time it became something more. She moaned, her eyes closing as she bit her lower lip. My cock pressed into her hips as she ground against me, then arched her back, raising her ass to me again ever so slightly. Offering it to me.
Did she like getting spanked? My dick could not have sprung up harder. I reached my palm to her buttocks again, giving them a sweet caress, gentle, tender. Then I raised it and brought it down again in a sharp spank. This time, there was no mistaking the depth of her moan, the need in her that my rough palm stoked. She liked it.
Spank, my hand came down again on her soft ass cheek, making a resounding smack. She cried out, panting. I dipped my hand down further to her pussy, swept my fingers along and found her slick with arousal.
“Sky.” I groaned at the discovery, thrusting my finger up, then drawing it to my mouth, tasting her sweetness. I shifted our bodies, sitting up against the headboard and drawing her across my lap. Now her rear was presented for me, naked and pink. I caressed it, slowly, stroking while she whimpered and writhed beneath me.
“You know how many times I fantasized about your ass?” Smack, my hand came down again on her buttocks, drawing another deep moan from her. I massaged her cheeks. I’d never want to really hurt her. Just give her enough kink, enough of a sting to make her dripping wet.
Loving my view, I stroked her lower back, her hips. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen, so round and pink.” She’d moved a bit, so I grasped her by the hips and positioned her again right over my lap. I brought my fingers to her pussy. “I like how wet you get for me.”
“You always get me so wet,” she murmured.
I kept up a slow rhythm, thrusting into her, then out, now with two fingers. “Back when I’d see you at the home, did I make you wet then?”
“Yes,” she confessed with a moan.
“Oh, Sky.” I spanked her again, keeping my other fingers in her while I did it, eliciting a low moan and quiver. “Did you touch yourself and think about me?”
“All the time,” she sobbed. Spank, my big, rough palm came down again hard on her ass. Her hands clenched the sheets as she gasped. “Oh, Jax! I’m so close!” I could feel she was, so soaking wet, her clit swollen. I soothed her, spreading my finge
rs over her warm buttocks, caressing, teasing. Her pussy looked so good, so pink and glistening for me. I knew what she needed.
I shifted her, moving her legs to either side of my hips as she still lay face-down between my legs. Sliding my hands under her stomach, I lifted her up and bent down to devour her with my mouth. Licking and sucking, I nipped at her clit. She bucked into my face, pushing against my thighs with her hands, screaming with pleasure. When I reached around and stroked her breasts, then found her erect nipples and gave them a pinch, twisting them between my thumb and finger, she came apart.
Cumming in my mouth, she cried out, nearly incoherent, swearing, begging, calling my name. I licked and lapped, delirious on the taste of her sweet cream, milking out her orgasm into shudder after shudder until she lay, completely spent against my legs.
I petted her, stroking her pink ass, her back. “You taste so good.”
“Oh my God, Jax.” She sighed, so content. I wanted to keep her like that always. But I had more I wanted to do to her first. Flipping her over, I brought a pillow under her ass, then licked her pussy again. I couldn’t get enough. I’d thought the pies she baked were addictive. But I’d never quit craving her pussy as long as I lived.
“Jax,” she blushed, her hand up to her forehead, looking up at me between her legs once again.
“I want more,” I explained, unapologetic. “I had to look but not touch for a long time. But not anymore.” I went down again, taking my time, little licks and sucks making her shiver and sigh. I was going to drown in her orgasms, taking her along with me for the ride. This time, though, I withdrew my tongue before she could get there.
“No!” she whimpered in protest, her breath coming in pants, sweat glistening over her body.
“I want you to come on my cock.” I grinned at her, tearing away the pillow and positioning my crown at her entrance.
“Yes,” she groaned, sitting up, spreading open, readying herself for me. Nothing felt as good as easing into her, pushing into that slick honey, burying myself in her so deep I groaned from my soul.
“Fuck me, Jax.” She rolled her hips, taking me in, as desperate for it as I was. It spurred me on, seeing her so frantic, so urgent. I slipped on a condom and I pounded into her, fierce, relentless, turning her to lie on her back so I could drive her into the bed.
She screamed, tilting her head, clawing at me. Her breasts shook from my pounding. I bent down and sucked on her berry pink tips, grasping her mounds so full and soft as I bit down on her nipples. Someday I’d cum all over them, make her spread it all over her breasts, coating herself, licking it off her fingers. She twisted underneath me, wild, lost. As I thrust in deep, starting to cum, she came apart. I made her mine, cumming so hard I thought I’d black out, hearing her scream out my name.
We lay there, panting, sheets soaked with sweat, her hair a messy tangle. But I wasn’t sorry I’d gone so hard on her. Not when the passion burned between us so bright. Not when the danger we faced was so great. Because while I did my best to reassure her, I knew the risk we were taking. Everything had to go exactly right as we lured Griller into our trap. Or we might not come out of it alive.
17
Sky
Jax and I sat in the SUV, staking out the apartment. I didn’t even know Mike’s girlfriend’s name. I wondered if Jax did. But, really, I didn’t want to know.
“What if they’re not together anymore?” I voiced my fear. “Or what if she sleeps at the apartment with him. You know, now that I’m gone.”
“We can’t worry about that now, Sky. Let’s go with the plan we have. If we need a Plan B, we’ll come up with one.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. But I hated this waiting game. I felt like the longer it went on, the more the chances grew that our cover would get blown. Someone would notice the SUV, parked one too many times in the same damn spot. Or Jax or I would get spotted around town. This thing had to happen fast if it was going to go right.
We needed as few people involved as possible. No Skulls sensing anything was amiss, no Reapers starting to sniff around. But so far, we hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Mike.
Finally, around four p.m., his girlfriend came out, dressed in fuck-me boots and a mini dress. Nice. Seemed like a classy lady. The lucky guy wasn’t around, though. I swore, pounding my fist into the seat of the car.
“C’mon. Let’s do a test drive.” Jax tried to distract me. I climbed into the driver’s seat. I’d have to do the driving if we ever actually saw Mike and finally got to attempt this crazy stunt. Jax would have to stay hidden, leading Mike to believe I was all alone, vulnerable. Exactly how he wanted me.
Killing time, we did a test drive of the delivery. That’s what the Reapers were calling it anyway, and it sounded tidier that way. Like Jax and I were delivering a package, UPS pulling up in a brown truck, instead of luring Mike into a trap. A few streets down, I turned onto the freeway. The warehouse was 12.6 miles away, seven exits. I’d memorized it, looked at it on a map, now all that was left was actually driving the route.
Off the exit, after a Dairy Queen, a 7-11 and a gas station, I saw an untended lot. Nothing but gravel and weeds, I pulled into the driveway, feeling like I was up to no good. Which I was. Following it down, we arrived at a boarded up building, wood panels over the few windows, the metal roof dented and rusted through in a few places.
“Let’s go take a look,” Jax suggested. I parked around in back. He led me over to a side door his Reaper contact said would remain open. Jax tested it, and the metal handle moved down in his hands, opening right up. Inside, it was shadowy and cavernous.
“So, when it goes down, you pull right up next to the door. Not so close you can’t get out and open it, but block yourself in with the car. Remember, it’s bullet proof.”
“Yup, right at the door.” We’d gone over it before, how I’d come around in back, assuming Mike would be right behind me. I’d have only seconds to park and dash into the warehouse before he’d draw his gun and shoot.
“They’ll be inside, waiting. But we have to make it over there, then out that door.” He pointed to a bunch of barrels, metal drums. We were going to head alongside them, then escape out through the door in back, heading out again to the SUV.
We tried it out, walking along the route, ducking behind the barrels, out again in a few short steps though the separate door. It all seemed so easy in the light of day, all the time in the world, no one at our heels. How would it go with gunshots ringing out all around me, some directed straight at my back? I wasn’t so sure.
We got some food, used the bathroom, and went back to waiting. Waiting. Until finally, just when I thought I was going cross-eyed, when I was ready to call it quits and tell Jax we needed Plan B, we saw them.
Griller and his girl. She clung to his arm like she loved him. My eyes narrowed. I wondered if he hurt her the way he’d hurt me. I bet he did. Or if he wasn’t there yet, he’d already started with the little things. A shove here, a broken plate there. A man like that only knew violence. Things were sure to escalate.
Maybe they would tonight. But they wouldn’t for long. Because now we knew where to find Mike. All that remained was to set out the bait.
Back at the hotel, Jax made a call. It was time for some Reapers to come on up. They had to stay local, be on standby so they could beat us to the warehouse. The next time we’d see Mike, we’d go for it.
Seeing Griller had frightened me. He was so ruthless. What if he got to me first? He’d kill me quick, no questions asked. What if he didn’t follow me, but waited and watched, finding the right time to get me? Or what if he did call for back up, arriving at the warehouse with an army? Both Jax and I could get shot and killed.
Off the phone, Jax turned to me, kissing me fiercely. He sensed my tension, maybe felt it himself. “I need you naked.” He took off my shirt, slipped down my skirt. I stripped him, too, hungry to feel him against me, craving his touch on what might be our last night together. Off went the bra and panties, down wen
t his briefs. I palmed his cock, so hard for me.
“Can you…” I hesitated, then decided to say it. “Don’t use a condom, Jax. I want you bare.”
“You’re sure?” he whispered.
“I want to feel you cum inside me.”
“I want that, too. I’m clean.”
“I am too.” I guessed I had Mike’s erectile dysfunction to thank for that.
He backed me up, kissing me, and I felt the sofa against the back of my legs. “Turn around and kneel on it.” His voice, low and commanding, drugged me. It wasn’t anything like Mike, the way he used to try to belittle me and make me feel useless. When Jax took control, I trusted him completely.
I knelt, shaking with anticipation. He brought his warm, rough hand to the center of my back and guided me forward. “Hold on.” I loved that I needed to grab hold of something with him, that he was so big and powerful I literally had to anchor myself to take his pounding. I felt my pussy ache in response, a throb of arousal.
I brought my hands to the back of the sofa. He stroked me, his hands roaming my limbs as he watched me there, positioned as he’d told me, completely naked.
Coming to stand behind me, I felt the warmth of his body, his hips at the level of mine. He slid his hand along my side, down my hip, grabbing me there, holding me firm. As he dipped his lips down my throat, I tilted my head back, giving him access. I shivered in response as he licked, then bit my neck.
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