He pulled his finger from her ass and began a series of long, deep, hard strokes. She gripped his shoulders, tilted her head back, and tried to remain quiet. It was quite difficult to do, but somehow even that turned her on and made her come. She shook against him as her orgasm rocked her body. Riker smiled then got awfully serious as he stroked his cock into her faster then exploded inside of her. He squeezed Chastity against his chest.
When they heard the knock on the door, she jerked, trying to pull away, but Riker didn’t let her. Instead he smacked her ass, and whispered some very naughty and sexually stimulating promises into her ear.
Chapter 14
“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one fucking bit,” Nash said as Riker adjusted the wire. It was hidden beneath her blouse. No one could see it, unless they ripped the material open. But, so many agents, plus her men, would guard her.
The agency got wind of the operation Desi was involved in, and now had a location on the distribution center. The leader of it was due to meet Desi there today. Coincidentally, it was down the street from Fulton’s Fish Market. Chastity contacted Desi. She told him that she was hiding out and didn’t know what to do. She said that Nash and Riker admitted that they didn’t stop Maggie from dying and that they really didn’t love her, that they just wanted her for sex. She went on to tell him that they broke things off with her, because they didn’t want to be harassed by some ex-boyfriend she still loved. Desi bought it all.
Meanwhile, the agents uncovered his location, and she set up to meet Desi at the little restaurant where they first met. It had been her idea, and ultimately upset Nash and Riker. Their friends calmed them down, but she had to end this craziness. She trusted Nash and Riker to keep her safe. They needed to put the past behind them and lock down the drug operation, its leader and affiliates as well as Desi. Luke had been a big help and was offered a plea bargain for information that led to the capture of those involved.
“You be smart and don’t try to be a hero. That’s our job,” Riker told her then smiled before kissing her lips.
“You do exactly what we said. Do not stray from the plan. Talk to him. Lead him to believe what you say is true, and then get him to take you with him to meet the leader. Keep a wall by your back whenever you can,” Nash told her. He was so serious as he rechecked her wire for the tenth time. She took his hands and squeezed them.
“I’ll be smart, not stupid. I know that you’ll protect me.”
They had been over the plan so many times, she wondered if she could pull off the emotions needed to do this. She would dig deep. She wanted a future of happiness, not one laced with fear of always looking over their shoulders.
Nash kissed her then fixed her lipstick.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“Edible,” Riker stated.
“We heard that. We can hear everything,” one of the agents said, and they laughed.
“Good. Then everyone knows that she’s ours.” Nash kissed her again.
Chastity had to move around to a few different places before reaching the destination. They didn’t want to take any chances that she was followed or that the building was being watched. So they utilized some underground exits and subway maintenance exits to leave the Four Seasons hotel.
* * * *
Chastity walked into the little restaurant and was greeted by the manager. She remembered her immediately and even gave her a hug hello.
“What the hell happened to you?” the manager asked.
“I got mugged. It was an experience I won’t ever forget,” she told her.
“Holy shit. That stuff still happens? Go figure. Well I’m glad you’re okay. Take a seat at that corner table. It’s nice and private back there.”
“Great. I’m meeting someone.”
“Nice. Is he hot?”
“You’ll see,” she said then winked back.
Chastity walked over and sat at the table. The minutes passed, and she wondered if Desi would be a no-show. Had he somehow figured out that this was a setup? She wished she could speak with Nash and Riker.
She was getting antsy after ordering an iced tea and waiting for a while. Then the door opened. Instantly her body began to shake. She hadn’t expected such a fearful reaction to the man. He was so damn big and strong. He wore blue jeans and a button-down shirt. He looked normal. That just didn’t sit right with Chastity at all.
The manager greeted him, gave him a wink, took his drink order, then walked away. As he bent down to kiss her cheek, she turned from him. It was instinctive.
He reached up, blocking anyone’s view of his move and grasped her chin. “Don’t you ever pull away from me,” he told her. She held his gaze and felt the tears hit her eyes as the sickness filled her belly. This man was a complete monster. How come she hadn’t seen it sooner?
His lips touched hers, and she closed her eyes and tried to pretend that it was okay.
Releasing her lips and his hold, he didn’t sit across from her, but instead right beside her, where he could block anyone’s view of her.
“Couldn’t you put on some makeup to hide that shit on your face?” he asked her, and she was shocked.
“You caused the shit,” she replied sarcastically, and without thinking. He gripped her thigh under the table. She gasped.
“I’m sorry. Please let go of my leg. I didn’t mean it. I’m just confused and upset. Please, Desi. I need you.”
He held her gaze. His eyes as dark as night bore into hers.
“I need you, too. Underneath me, in bed, where you belong.”
She turned away from him.
He grabbed her hand from her lap and placed it on the table. He clasped their fingers together. His hands were huge, his grip hard, not gentle at all.
“I’m so fucking pissed off at you. You have no fucking idea what I’ve been going through.”
She looked up at him, and remained silent.
“Why did you hide out so long?”
“I had to. I was confused, and so hurt. You hurt me, Desi. They used me. I was so confused, but then I thought about all the things you told me. You were right. You were so right about everything,” she whispered and then lowered her eyes.
“Talk to me. Tell me about what happened. Tell me what those assholes did.”
She leaned into him as he released her hand and pulled her against the dip under his arm and chest.
“They said that they didn’t really love Maggie. That they used her, just like they were using me. They like sharing women.”
He placed his hand against her throat and jaw, holding her firmly so she was forced to look into his eyes. She was so scared, she couldn’t hold back the tears.
“You see. I told you that they were using you. They fucking killed Maggie. When Jose finds out the truth, he’ll knock them off. Just like he’s going to kill Luke.”
“Who are Jose and Luke? Friends?”
He slowly trailed his hand down her throat and to her breast. He cupped it, and she prayed that he didn’t feel the small wire and microchip thingy under the material. God, why didn’t she think he would touch her intimately?
He stroked her nipple, and then cupped her harder, moving his hand along the material.
“Desi, please. We’re in public.”
“I don’t care who sees or who’s listening in. These big, plump tits are mine. No other man will ever fucking touch you again.”
I don’t care who sees or who is listening?
Listening? Oh shit
* * * *
“He knows. Somehow the fucker knows. We have to get her out of there,” Nash stated to the agents. He looked at Riker who was straight faced with his fists by his side. They heard and they saw what he was doing to her. He was touching her, fondling her breast hard.
“We can’t. We have to wait this out. They’re surrounded,” Commander Samone stated.
“Sir, we got the name of the one running the operation. It’s Jose Ferguson. We ran a satellite image through the s
ystem to try and verify a location. We took a chance.”
“And?” the commander asked the agent.
“He’s in New York. He’s two blocks away.”
“Fucking A. We’re going to get this asshole. Let’s continue to monitor. Update everyone. Nash, Riker, get into position with the others.”
“No, sir. We don’t work for the agency anymore. We’re sticking with watching over Chastity,” Nash said, and Riker agreed.
“Okay. Let’s do this,” the commander said, and everyone moved into position.
* * * *
Chastity gripped Desi’s hand as he slowly pushed his palm between her thighs. Thank God she wore jeans. If she had worn a skirt, the man’s fingers would have been penetrating her by now.
“Why the jeans, Chastity? You always wear skirts and dresses.” He lowered his mouth to her shoulder and neck. He must have seen the bandage there. “What’s this?”
“From you, too,” she whispered.
He moved his hand from between her thighs to her face, gripping her there. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“My lesson?” He squeezed harder. She gasped.
The evilness in his eyes warned her that he was out of control. Her gut instincts kicked in and she knew that she was busted. He was going to kill her. As soon as he had the chance, and as soon as he was done playing with her, he was done, and she was dead.
“I learned a lot over the last forty-eight hours,” she told him.
“Like what?”
“Like men can’t be trusted. Even you.”
“Even me? Why wouldn’t you trust me?”
“Because you lied about Maggie. You were in love with her.”
Chastity was shooting from the hip right now. But last night, as she thought back about how Maggie was sent to set up Nash and Riker, and how Desi’s name was on her apartment lease, she wondered if there was more to the relationship.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do. Nash and Riker said that she meant nothing to them. The night you beat me, and told me to leave them, you spoke about Maggie. You sounded more like a jealous lover than a friend.”
He squeezed her hard, and she gasped. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Sure I do. And I’ll tell you this much, Desi. I won’t stay with you, give all of myself to you, unless you put her behind you, behind us. She’s gone. I want, I need a man who is going to give me everything, all of him. I want to know the real you. I want to know who Jose and Luke are. I want to know who Maggie really was to you. I don’t know any of these people. I don’t know any of the circumstances behind your life or theirs. I only know that I’m tired of being used, of being knocked around. Can you give me that, Desi? Can you?”
He stared into her eyes, and she hoped that Nash and Riker were hearing her words. She wanted them to totally know that she had nothing to do with Desi or Maggie or the illegal activities. She was a pawn in a game. Someone caught in the middle of revenge. Nash and Riker needed to know the truth.
Desi shocked her as he pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. She could hardly breathe, never mind believe that he was making love to her mouth after her little speech. When he finally released her lips, he cupped her cheeks between his hands and held her gaze.
“You’re coming with me. We’re leaving the state, the country. Our life together, Chastity, begins today.”
She swallowed hard as he stood up from the seat, took her hand, and escorted her out of the building. He held her hand tight as they walked down the streets. Not a soul looked their way. They moved along, and then they came to another building. Glancing around, she didn’t see anyone watching, but she knew they were there. Riker and Nash promised to be there.
They got inside the dark building and approached the back area. There stood four men. There was a large amount of money on the table and their expressions were angry as he entered.
“What the fuck took you so long, and who is this?”
He shoved her into a seat. She nearly fell over.
“She’s the girlfriend of the two men who killed Maggie.”
“What?”
“She’s mine now. They’ll never see her again.”
As fear and uncertainty filled her gut, Chastity heard the explosions. The room began to fill with smoke. There was yelling and chaos everywhere.
She heard the words “Freeze! FBI!” but then Desi was pulling her up from the seat and practically dragging her along with him.
“Move, Chastity.”
She dug her sneakers into the flooring as they exited the building. She lost her balance, and there were men and agents everywhere. Desi shoved her to the side, between him and something hard and cold. But she stared at all the agents in shock. Her heart was pounding. She knew this was it. She could die right now. Desi held her life in his hands.
She pulled from him, and he drew a gun.
“It’s over, Desi. You’re done!” Nash yelled with Riker and the others pointing their guns at him.
Chastity was stuck to the side of him and a large metal pole.
Desi smiled. “She dies, just like Maggie. Live with that,” Desi said then pointed his gun toward Chastity.
She didn’t know what came over her, but she lunged for him, shoving him backward, giving the men the opportunity to stop him. He fired multiple times as she hit the ground. Tripping over his feet.
“Chastity!” Nash and Riker yelled.
She felt the concrete under her chest and face. Then Desi grabbed her and pulled her along the ground. One shot rang out, then a second and third. She covered her head and screamed in fear until Desi’s grip loosened and then his fingers left her hair.
“Oh God, baby. What the hell were you thinking?” Nash reprimanded her.
“I love you.” She crawled into his arms. He lifted her up, and she cried as Riker hugged her from behind.
“He’s dead, baby. It’s over,” Riker whispered.
* * * *
Chastity stepped into the shower. She couldn’t wait to scrub away Desi’s touch. She scrubbed her teeth thoroughly, hoping to get the taste of his kiss out as well. Nash and Riker were a bit upset with her for risking her life the way she did. They told her that they needed to have a nice long discussion with her about commitment and trust. She of course told them that they should discuss it amongst one another to be sure Nash and Riker were on the same page, and then discuss it with her.
Hence, why she was now in the shower, trying to erase the day’s events. She washed her hair, then rinsed it, and added conditioner. Grabbing the bodywash and loofah, Chastity began to wash away the feel of Desi’s touch, the remnants of his words, his abuse, and the fact that he would never harm her again.
Nash and Riker were relieved that she was safe, and also overjoyed about finally catching the man behind the multimillion-dollar drug-smuggling operation, Jose Ferguson. Now they knew the truth about Maggie, and most importantly, that Chastity had nothing to do with any of them. It was a crazy coincidence that nearly got her killed and destroyed her almost-perfect relationship with Nash and Riker. Those two had a bit to learn about trust, themselves.
She rinsed her body clean, rinsed the conditioner from her hair, then turned off the shower, and got dried off. She was surprised that Nash and Riker hadn’t joined her. Now that would be a hell of a way to celebrate. She dried her hair with the towel, her anticipation of seeing them, being with them after today, was overwhelming. It was crazy, but she missed them, and Riker and Nash somehow made her injuries less painful. She looked for her clothes to get dressed, and realized that they weren’t on the counter where she left them. Someone took them.
She wrapped the towel around her body and slowly walked into the bedroom. The sight had her pausing with excitement and anticipation.
“Now what do we have here?” she asked. Riker was holding a tray of strawberries. He was completely naked. Nash sat on the side of the bed, legs wide, and tapping some kind of tube o
f something in his hand. The realization of what they had in mind hit her all at once.
“Take off the towel, Chastity,” Nash told her.
“We’re going to work on a little thing called trust,” Riker added, moving toward her. He placed the tray onto the bedside table and took one ripe red strawberry off of it. He moved closer to her and traced her lips with the berry.
For such a simple move, it was erotic and sexy.
“Open up,” he told her as he watched her lips. She did as she was told, enjoying this playful side of Riker. God knew, she needed for him and Nash to walk her each step of the way. She knew that they wanted to make love to her together. They spoke of very little else the entire way back to their penthouse.
But they knew that she needed the time to wash up and ease away Desi’s touch. They gave her the space she needed. They placed her needs before their own, and she adored them for it.
The berry was ripe and sweet, and as the bit of juice dripped from her lips, Riker was there to lick it away and then kiss her deeply. The idea about going slow was thrown out the window. Riker lifted her up and turned her around.
As Riker stopped the kiss, she locked gazes with Nash, and he lifted her by her hips, placing her right onto his stomach. Pulling her down by her hair and neck, Nash kissed her, drawing out more of her desire with every stroke of his tongue.
She felt Riker’s hands massaging her shoulders. Then they eased down over her lower back to her ass. He massaged each globe then pressed them apart and back together. The sensations stimulated her cunt, as if an imaginary line led from her ass to her pussy.
She lifted up and thrust her hips against Nash’s erection. As she tried to control the kiss, Nash tugged on her hair, pulled from her mouth, and licked across her neck. He whispered into her ear, “Nice try, baby. But this is where you learn the rules.” He sucked on her neck, and that sensitive little spot had a burst of cream pushing out of her pussy.
Riker stroked his finger along her pussy lips, then up over her puckered hole. He leaned down over her back and whispered into her ear as Nash pulled a nipple into his mouth.
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