Raiden: A Stand Alone, Irish Mob Crime Romance (The Kent Brothers Book 2)

by A. M. Hargrove

  Three dots immediately flashed on the phone and his message popped up. I’m on the way and you’d better be ready.

  Was I insane or only horny? A little of both, most likely. I went on a massive dig through my underwear drawer to hunt for something sexy. Then I decided—fuck it. I threw on my silky robe and waited.

  With a glass of wine in hand, I sat on the couch until the doorbell rang. When I opened it, he offered up a yummy grin that I wanted to lick off.

  “Come in, Mr. Kent.”

  He kicked the door closed with his heel and grabbed me around the waist. “You can’t possibly have any idea of how much I’ve wanted to do this for the past several weeks.” His mouth took possession of mine. And that’s exactly what it was. He controlled the kiss precisely as I’d imagined. My arms wound around his waist as I drew him closer and wanted more. His scent washed over me—fresh soap that smelled of citrus and musk. The scruff on his face scratched my sensitive skin, but it turned me on even more. He tugged open the robe I wore and exposed my bare skin to his fiery gaze.

  “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined while I jacked off to visions of you naked.”

  “I’d like to watch you do that.”

  “Someday, but not tonight. I’m going to take all of you until you can’t walk. I’m going to fuck you senseless, Scottie Sullivan, and I doubt either of us will have our fill.”

  He wrapped his hands under my thighs and lifted me as he walked. “Where to?”

  I pointed the way, and when the bed was in sight, he stopped. Then he set me down and said, “Robe off. I want to admire your tits and ass before I do anything else.”

  The robe fell to the floor, and he circled around me. Goose bumps broke out over every inch of me, as he began dusting kisses across my shoulder, neck, and the line of my jaw. Desire gathered within me and heated currents raced through me. When he pulled off his T-shirt, every image of him came to life. Abs rippled, pecs bulged, and biceps curved. He was startlingly beautiful. But the best part came when he undid his jeans and his stiff cock sprang free. It was absolutely striking. And I wanted it inside me, stretching me to the point of that pleasure-pain threshold.

  His hand reached between my thighs and he half-grinned. “So ready and wet. Put your hands on my shoulders and stand on your toes.”

  I followed his orders, and he slowly slid his cock inside me. He was taller than me, which forced him to crouch down a bit.

  “Feet together.”

  This was a new position for me, and the friction against my clit was intense. He increased the tempo until he was pounding in and out, faster and harder. Each thrust almost lifted me off my feet, but somehow I managed to maintain my position. With fingers digging into his shoulders, I screamed out an orgasm. Had his hands not been holding my waist, I would’ve sagged to my knees.

  “On your stomach on the bed.”

  Jeez, I was still reeling from the climax I’d just had. Wobbling over to the bed, I crawled up on it and he crammed a pillow under my hips. He spread my legs as far as they would go and parted my lips. His tongue began a sensual invasion of my pussy. It started slowly until he butterfly licked my clit and I came again. I was still climaxing when he slammed all the way, root deep, inside of me. Drawing my arms above my head, he held them as he lay over me, fucking me.

  “Your pussy is extraordinary. Better than I imagined. Tight, wet, and hot. Perfect for my cock.”

  “Urf,” was the only sound that came out of my mouth. The expulsion of air from my lungs with each plunge of his dick was my answer. If my pussy was extraordinary, he was an exquisite fuck. He suddenly stopped, I heard a packet tear, and he was back inside me again, but this time he turned me on my side, lifted my thigh, and held it high with one hand. The other hand was around me and pulling and twisting one of my nipples. He was rough and unapologetic. I loved every minute of it.

  When he came, it was with a low growl, and a grinding of his pelvis against mine. He took my clit between his finger and thumb and pinched it until I came again. But the man wasn’t finished. I found myself on my back, staring into magnificent blue eyes. He kissed me, softly at first, and again demanding. When he moved away, he delivered a good hard slap to my pussy.

  “I’m going to spank your ass until it’s pink for holding out on me so long.”

  “I didn’t hold out on you.”

  “What do you call it then?”

  “You were too big of a pussy to ask me out.”

  “I see. That’s your take on things.”

  “It’s the truth. Admit it. If you had asked me out, I would’ve accepted.”

  Out of nowhere, he asked a strange question. “How long does it take for you to come?”

  “Uh, I have no idea. I’ve never timed it.”

  He checked his watch and said, “Go.”

  “Go?”

  “Start masturbating. I want to watch and time you.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Not really.”

  “How long does it take you?”

  He shrugged. “If I let myself go with only fucking you, not long at all.”

  “Okay, let’s time you.” I was proud of myself for that one.

  “I need some time since I came only a few minutes ago. But you… not so much. Go.” He put my hand on my pussy and initiated the action. What the heck. I began to rub my clit.

  “Spread your lips. I want to see.”

  I rolled my eyes at him but did as he commanded.

  “Legs wider.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Not yet. Tell me when you’re almost there.”

  It took longer than usual, probably because he was staring, which made me a bit nervous, and because I had already had two, or was it three orgasms.

  “I’m almost there.”

  “Stop.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  He turned his attention to my nipples and sucked, doing all sorts of things to them with his fingers, tongue, teeth, and lips. That was when I came.

  Panting, I said, “That’s a new one on me.”

  “Have you ever worn nipple clamps?”

  “No.”

  “You will next time we fuck. You’ll come when I take them off.”

  “Damn, you’re a kinky fucker.”

  “Nah, only the light stuff. Things that feel really good.”

  We ordered dinner after that and for dessert, he jacked off for me. It was the hottest thing ever. I’d never observed a man masturbate, but now I wanted to see it more often. It filled me with questions.

  “Do you do that every day?”

  With a nod, he answered, “Usually in the shower.”

  “In the morning?”

  “Yeah, because I wake up hard. But I work out in the mornings, so I have to wait until after.”

  “It’s sexy.”

  “So are you.”

  We kissed, and he went down on me again. I lost count of the number of orgasms he gave me. It was past one when we both fell sound asleep.

  He woke me up in the morning when he began another round of sex. This time, it was his tongue. He brought me to another spectacular orgasm and afterward, pushed both legs up and fucked me. When he got his, he fell back and abruptly said, “We need to talk. Let’s do it over breakfast. Do you have anything to eat?”

  “Yeah, I have about everything for breakfast.”

  “Good. I’m hungry.”

  He whipped up a huge breakfast of omelets, toast, and hash browns. As we ate, he began a discussion about us.

  “I really want to see you again.”

  “That’s nice. And very abrupt.”

  “Scottie, I’m serious.”

  “Raiden, I don’t usually mess around with people at work.”

  “Neither do I, but you don’t work for me directly. That’s why I took my time in asking you out. I had to make sure I wasn’t crossing any lines. Cruze and I discussed it, and then I talked to Drex about seeing you. As long
as it doesn’t interfere with our work, we’re good. I can handle it if you can.”

  “I’m an adult, Raiden. I think I can too. But I don’t fuck and run.”

  “I can’t say the same. Things are different with you, hence this discussion. I like you. I enjoy spending time with you. Personally and professionally. I want to keep this up.”

  He wanted to keep this up, and I wanted to laugh at his method of handling things. No soft touches with Raiden Kent. It sounded as though he didn’t have these discussions often. I threw my enormous demand at him. If he played like this, so would I. “Okay, if this is what you want, no seeing other women. I know this is unusual, but if we’re going to continue sleeping together, I don’t want to be sleeping with all your other women too.”

  “Agreed, which brings me to something else I’d like to discuss, awkward as it may be. Are you on birth control?”

  “You sure get straight to the point, don’t you?”

  He shrugged, so I said, “I have an IUD.”

  “Great. One more awkward question. Would you be willing to have sex without condoms? You’d be the first woman I’ve ever done that with. In my life, Scottie.”

  I bit down on my lip. If he only knew he’d been the only man I’d slept with since… that was a topic I didn’t want to open. “Only if you don’t sleep with anyone else.”

  “You can’t possibly think I would, do you?”

  “I sure hope not, but I don’t know you very well.”

  He chuckled. “I promise you’ll be the only one. I’ll even get tested if you want.”

  If he was willing to go that far, I agreed. “Anything else?”

  “There is. I have a strong sexual appetite. I would ask you never to use that against me.”

  “You mean no make-up sex?”

  He laughed. “That would be great, actually. No, just don’t hold a sex grudge. If you’re pissed off at me, tell me. Don’t make me read your mind and guess.”

  “Right.”

  “One other thing. I’m very demanding in bed. I may come off as an asshole, and kinky, but I swear I’ll never do anything to hurt you physically. Everything I do is meant for pleasure. And if there’s something you don’t like, please tell me.”

  “I will. I’m not shy like that.”

  “I didn’t think so, but I wanted to make sure.”

  “I’d also like to make a request.” This wasn’t just one-sided.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Never ever lie to me. That’s my deal breaker.”

  “I don’t lie.”

  “Great, then we should get along fine.”

  He picked up the plates, popped them into the dishwasher, and said, “It’s shower time.” A wicked grin appeared, which meant it would be much more than just a shower.

  And it was. Soap had a new meaning for me. His expert fingers did things I never imagined. They explored the unexplored, and I came, yelling his name. His cock was deep inside of me as one finger probed my other hole. His silken tongue tangled with mine and when I yelled, he swallowed his name and kept thrusting until he came with a groan.

  Afterward, he set me down.

  When I caught my breath, I said, “Wow. This is the best shower I’ve ever taken in my life.”

  He bit down on his lip for a second, then let out a laugh that echoed off the shower walls. “I’ve got to say it was mine too.”

  Chapter Four

  Raiden

  Only a few employees occupied the executive floor when I arrived at work. Hustling toward my office, the main receptionist greeted me. “Good morning, Mr. Kent. Would you like coffee?” Her eyes blinked repeatedly as she smiled. She’d been here for five months and my answer was the same every single day. Caffeine was a requirement each morning. Would it take forever for her to figure this out? I would have to speak with Elena, my personal admin about her.

  “Large coffee, black. Every morning. No need to ask.” I didn’t stop but continued to walk. When I reached my office, Elena was already there.

  “Morning, boss.”

  “Hey. Can you come in here, please?”

  She was right behind me.

  “Something wrong?”

  “Can you please tell the admin she doesn’t have to ask if I want coffee every day? She can assume I need the damn stuff.”

  A hearty chuckle hit my ears. “Sure thing.”

  “What’s on my agenda for today?”

  Elena pulled up my calendar on her phone. “You have a private meeting with Scottie Sullivan from Wolfe Investigations at nine. At ten-thirty, you and Acer will discuss advancing your software internationally.”

  Nodding, I asked, “What’s up for my afternoon?”

  “Conference calls with distributors mainly.”

  “Cruze isn’t handling those?”

  “No, because I recall something about him leaving for South America. I’m not positive, but I think he has meetings set up down there.”

  Snapping my fingers, I said, “That’s right. Thanks, Elena.”

  “On top of the coffee, can I grab you some breakfast?”

  “Thanks, but I’m good.”

  She groaned. “Don’t tell me. You have one of those nasty protein drinks.”

  I raised a brow. “How do you know they’re nasty? You’ve never tried one. Besides, I’m on a major workout program. Little Guy beat me at arm wrestling and I have to get him back.”

  She crossed her arms and stared pointedly. An image of my mom popped into my head. “Have you seen Acer’s arms? I hate to tell you, boss, but—” Her finger did a little wag.

  “What?”

  “Don’t kill the messenger, but you have a way to go.”

  “Which is why I’m doing protein drinks and working out.”

  “Hmm mmm. You need eggs too. Just saying. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” She shut the door behind her when she left.

  Elena was the best admin I’d ever had. It took me years to find her and she spoke her mind, which I loved. Every other one I’d hired ogled me like a piece of meat and asked me if they could breathe. When she landed in here, it was as if God Himself had sent her.

  Eggs, huh? That reminded me of the omelet I’d made at Scottie’s on Saturday. I was going high on the protein and low on the carbs. Flexing my bicep, there was a noticeable improvement. But Elena was right. Acer was sculpted like marble these days. I had my work cut out for me.

  I was busy looking through reports when my phone buzzed. It was Elena.

  “Mr. Kent, Ms. Sullivan is here to see you.”

  “Ah, yes. Send her in.”

  Scottie Sullivan breezed into my office and I stood to greet her.

  “Good morning, Scottie.”

  “Raiden, how are you?”

  “Better, now that you’re here.”

  I went to the door, turned the lock, then grabbed Scottie’s wrist.

  Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her like I hadn’t seen her in weeks. The truth was, she’d spent the night with me last night.

  “Miss me much?” She chortled.

  “Damn right I miss you and that luscious mouth of yours.” I went in for another kiss. Scottie was heaven. Flaming locks of auburn hair had my fingers reaching for it. Soft and silky, it was a man’s dream come true. When I released her, emerald green eyes twinkled with mirth.

  “Hmm, last night and this morning didn’t satisfy you?”

  “I can never get enough of you.” It was the truth. I could spend every minute of the day with her and it wouldn’t be enough. She was the first woman I’d admit that about. I ran a finger down her ivory skin and landed at the top of a breast. “You’re gorgeous.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “Gee, thanks.” I grinned with my tongue between my teeth. I got the vibe she was attracted to me. Getting women had never been difficult. Finding one I wanted to spend a lot of time with was another story… until Scottie.

  We’d only known each other for a few weeks, but it had been i
nstant attraction. In the beginning, I figured it was nothing more. I could not have been more wrong. Every day she inched under my skin more and more, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. We came together like two sparks igniting into an inferno. I’d never reacted to anyone like this. It was unnerving.

  “Come, let’s sit.” We walked to the couch, and both sat. “Would you like coffee, some breakfast?”

  “Um, I believe I had breakfast in bed earlier today.”

  My cheeks actually heated. She referred to the extraordinary blow job she’d given me, waking me up this morning. “True.”

  “Don’t tell me you forgot about that.”

  I pulled her onto my lap. “Never. How could I?”

  “My thoughts exactly.” Her husky laugh made my dick twitch. Damn, she was a firecracker.

  I moved her off me and set her back on the couch. Then I crouched between her legs. “You reminded me of something. You had breakfast, but I didn’t.” I yanked off her pants and panties and stared at her bare pussy. It was sensational. Perfect. But even better when I licked and tongue-fucked it. Both of her arms stretched across the back of the sofa as I brought her to orgasm and she came on my mouth. “Now I’ve eaten.”

  “Mmm, you sure have. I want you to fuck me now.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I pulled her into a standing position and bent her over the back of the couch. “Hold on, babe.” I thrust inside her wetness, and she almost growled. Then we caught a rhythm. The perfect globes of her ass begged for a spanking, but I didn’t want to be noisy in here. She was loud when I did that to her. Instead, my fingers sunk into her soft flesh as I banged her. The orgasm I chased was close enough to catch, but when she came, and her pussy clenched my dick, that was all it took. Bam, and I was off and running.

  When I pulled out, my office smelled of sex. It made me laugh.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Us. Fucking in here. If Elena walks in, she’ll know what we’ve been up to.”

  “You locked the door. How can she walk in?”

  “I’m talking after. It smells of sex in here.”

  She laughed too. “Yeah, it does.”

  I took her hand, and she followed me into the bathroom to clean up. When I finished, I left her for some privacy. She joined me soon after.