Quiet Chaos : The Chaos Series- Book #2

by Keta Kendric

  She scratched her head, processing the information I was revealing.

  “The accent rules out the Saints, but it opens the doorway to all types of others. Someone powerful enough to hire a group of gunmen, and if they know anything about you, they had to have known that you would destroy them. Tash said she overheard the Haitians mention Corvel. Why would the cartel set me up?”

  Her compliment about me destroying the enemy made my smile spread wide. Again, she appeared unaware of it.

  “Something smells fishy. I think someone is attempting to send us into war against the cartel. A fight with the Black Saints means a fight against the syndicate. We can’t react to any group unless we have solid evidence of their involvement,” I stressed, hoping she understood the impact of a war if the syndicate got involved. They would not hesitate to destroy the Black Saints, or the entire Vallin bloodline, if it brought too much chaos to the organization.

  “If this isn’t a set-up attempt, there will be blood. A lot of it. If I understand what you told me of how the syndicate works, that blood could very well be all of us.”

  Her fingers tapped lightly against her lips, her gaze aimed straight ahead, and her mind undoubtedly locked on unleashing chaos.

  “Massive amounts,” I agreed with her, proud that she understood things a lot better than I assumed. Due to her insane work schedule, we had only had two meetings where I was able to brief her on life in the syndicate. However, I was beginning to see that Mecca was like a sponge when it came to soaking up knowledge.

  Without looking into her eyes, hers stiff posture suggested that she was still thinking of how she was about to destroy someone’s world. We were cut from the same cloth as neither of us made an attempt to deter the weapons of mass destruction forming in our heads.

  “Tell me about this secret crew you have,” I blurted.

  She laughed. “I don’t have a secret crew. I call them my guardian angels, and I only call on them when I know I might need a little extra backup. I couldn’t risk my guys’ lives recklessly, without having a backup plan in play.”

  “What about the rest? My men informed that there were at least five unknowns surrounding that neighborhood with high-powered rifles, covered in black from head to toe, but based on their statures, they believed all were women.”

  She appeared to have a difficult time keeping her lips from turning up into a smile.

  “Like I said before, I couldn’t risk my guys’ lives, or carelessly risk mine. While Raymond was gambling and being careless, I was creating insurance policies.”

  “Is that your way of telling me that you don’t need me?”

  “No.” Her soft lips brushed across my neck.

  “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

  “Stop distracting me, wife. What other secrets are you not telling me about? Are you the assassin that your men kept whispering about when I met them?”

  She laughed even harder, her chuckle causing me to grin. Her body pressing into mine had my temperature rising, and my breaths rushing.

  “If I was an assassin…” She nipped my lobe, the action sending a flurry of tingles shooting through me. “Don’t you think I would have gone about the situation today in a whole different way?”

  She had a point, and her tongue on my neck had my dick up and doing stretching exercises. I was starting to forget all about the possibility of a war with a cartel if they were behind Mecca’s set up. Her soft moan and curious hands drew my mind further away from today’s events. We were done talking, for now.

  Soft lips brushed mine a few times before she deepened the kiss and drew me deep into her hypnotic world. Sexy legs were eased across mine, before exploring fingertips danced across my chest. Our kiss never broke, but instead drew a pulse of erotic rhythms that started at my mouth and strummed along the rest of me as she stroked my tongue with delicate sweeps of hers.

  Her skin was like flowing hot butter, tinted with a delicious dark flavoring, a secret ingredient that lured me into a seductive hold every time.

  I was used to going at it hard and demanding, but Mecca had a way of making me take my time and enjoy what I would usually sprint through, rushing to reach the climax of the moment so I could move on to the next. With her, the sex was set at a climactic pace and never truly stopped until our worlds exploded.

  When that sexy brown leg of hers started creeping across my legs, my anxious hand explored, noticing for the first time that she wasn’t wearing any pajama bottoms.

  My hands slid over her plump ass cheeks and the flimsy little underwear she wore as she straddled me. I hadn’t been expecting anything to happen between us after the day we’d had, but I was enjoying the way she was handling tonight.

  She eased back, glancing down, but I rose higher, wanting more of those good kisses. Our lips met instantly, and my exploring hands fed my mind the feast of her body, so lush, warm, and inviting.

  I thumbed her puckered nipples, eager to play as the suppleness quieted a little of the ache pulsing through me. Kissing, squeezing, and caressing, I lured her in and pressed her into the mound of hardness she had created.

  “I love the way you ask,” I whispered against her lips.

  “I’m asking” she replied.

  “Yes, sitting on it and grinding on it, but you haven’t taken it. Your actions imply that you’re asking when you never have to.”

  She giggled seductively, nibbling on my bottom lip before closing it between a playful bite. She had me begging, not in words, but with my body which was a shuttering blaze of energy that needed her smooth handling.

  The tip of her tongue trailed the edge of my lobe. “Help me with this top,” she whispered. I had her top up and over her head in seconds. Her full breasts with their dark, hard tips were begging for the attention that I gladly gave.

  I teased the first one with the tip of my tongue before I kissed it, then proceeded to pinch it between my teeth before I sucked away the ache of the sting that played out on her face. She was so tasty and sweet, I took a lingering sip from each tip, squeezing them between my lips, and loving them with my tongue.

  “Fuck, you taste delicious,” I whispered against the wetness I left around her nipple before I took the other into my mouth. Our breathing was already an unrehearsed chorus of songs floating throughout our bedroom. She kept the slow grind that had my dick throbbing with a sweltering heat that threatened to burn away the material of my shorts.

  “This is hot. So fucking hot and good. I’ve never had it like this. With slow passion and the sense of knowing how deep you’re going to let me go.” We weren’t even fucking yet, and she had my dick smiling.

  “Me either,” she whispered hotly in my ear. “You make me want you so fucking bad. And your senses are on point because all I could think about when I got home was how good it would be to have your dick buried deep inside me. I’ve never had dick this fucking good.”

  “Shit.” She was close to getting me off with foreplay, a game I had never had an interest in before.

  “I can’t wait any longer.” Her lust-heavy eyes were locked on mine and her bottom lip was secured between her teeth. She reached down between us, taking a hold of my shorts that were thankfully loose-fitting, and tugged.

  I lifted, taking her up as I helped to get them down enough for my dick to spring free. It was so full of pulsing need that the ache of anticipation made me breathless. I gripped her underwear, preparing to ease them from her body.

  “Rip them,” she said, the heat in her eyes set my pulse on fire. I tangled my fingers in the material of her pale pink panties and with a hard yank had them gripped in my fist. Our groans mingled with the action as the sound of them tearing added to our charged heat. She clasped my face between her fingers as she eased up, aligning my dick at her opening

  “My Mecca,” slipped out, right when she had the head, licking her wet, hot lips. We kept our gazes glued to each other’s while my dick was aimed and ready to enter those pearly gates of hers. She dipped a
bit, letting the head tip inside, making my eyes roll in my head and my breath catch.

  “Eyes on me,” she called out, making my eyes snap back open. With my chin pinched between her fingers, she wanted to see my reaction. Her body dipped, making her inner thighs slide against the tops of my legs as she lowered and allowed her heavenly heat to coat my dick with her tight caress.

  Once she had me fully seated, her pussy suctioned me into an even tighter caress, closing around me, trapping me within the confines of her wet hotness and letting me know I was home. The rush of my breaths could no longer keep pace with my pounding heartbeat.

  This was bliss, an experience created with only Mecca. This wasn’t sex. This was a mind and body trip into Mecca’s world. Once she had me seated as deeply as I could go, she sat in place, her inner muscles contracting around my dick, making my heart palpitate desperately against my ribcage while I fought to keep eye contact with her.

  Her hand slid from my face and across one of my shoulders as the other glided around my neck, cupping the back of my head. Even her hand tracing along my skin enticed a reaction, pulling pleasure from every pore.

  When she waved her body in a hula-hoop motion, burying my dick deeper while massaging it in her snug caress, I thought I would die. I choked on pleasure, coughing to get air into my body.

  “Shit. Mecca. Fuck, that feels good.”

  A deep inhale of pleasure stopped the breath that was in a hurry to get out. This woman knew how to unlock a special kind of ecstasy that drove me wild, and kept me craving more, wanting more, and never wanting her to stop.

  Captivated, my body blended with hers and had me falling into the grooves of her rhythm and following her hot juicy flow. She had set off a fire that was coursing through my veins and leaving a trail of pleasurable heat in its wake. My fingers sank into the flow of her movements, the touch relaxing my body but not easing my mind.

  “You’re so wet. Jesus, Mecca.”

  “You’re so deep, it’s making my pussy cry. And throb. And ache. Fuck, I can’t get enough,” she cried with a heated whisper. “It hurts, but it feels so good. Makes no fucking sense.”

  We enjoyed the sensual dance, our energies swirling, our bodies indulging in the untapped resources we each discovered in the other. The sight of our mingling skin tones produced an erotic swirl that went straight to my head and spiked my arousal.

  We were building a lifetime together because me being inside her, was the peace I never expected to find. She was the greatest source of power on earth with the ability to make me vulnerable, to make me feel, and to make me care so deeply I would do anything for her.

  “Shit. Shit. Fuck!”

  She sped up the rhythm, riding me so hard and deep I was starting to suffocate on the pleasure racing through me. Ass groping, hips rotating, pussy clenching, dick jerking, back bowed, face stressed, body tensed, and mouth hanging open in awe.

  My fucking balls had pulled so tight, I was afraid to let go for fear they would release and stop my heart.

  “My lovely pussy. I’m about to come.”

  “Me too. Mr. Good Dick,” she whispered hot against my neck as her riding rhythm increased to a maddening tempo. The grip I had on her plump ass was so tight, my hands ached and I was sure she would end up with my fingerprints permanently tattooed there.

  I thrust upwards and shoved her down harder on my dick, increasing the tantalizing friction that stroked every sensor I possessed. I stared at her in rapt awe. “You’re not just fucking my dick, baby. I feel you everywhere.”

  “Arjen, I’m there, baby,” she cried. Her rhythm slowed and her pussy spasmed around me and snatched me off to heaven with her. I synced with her rhythm, riding into paradise, with my head thrown back, and my lips parted and paused on whatever word was stuck on my tongue.

  She had dragged me so deeply under, I wasn’t sure if I was making a sound because all my senses were spent and burning in the flames we created together. Our harsh breaths livened up the aftermath of our explosive passion.

  “I’ve never come that hard in my life,” she whispered. Those were the words of encouragement every man prayed to hear during sex.

  “Me either.” I gazed at her so deliciously naked and spread across me.

  “I’m convinced that your body was made for me, your pussy my paradise.”

  A tender kiss was brushed across my lips before her arms went around my neck. She pooled her strength and poured it into the embrace she wrapped me in. The closeness was giving me a peek into another aspect of a relationship that I didn’t think was for me.

  I returned her caress, allowing the intertwining sensation to consume me as the notion hit that I was taking part in a level of intimacy I never expected to cross my path.

  We stayed locked in the embrace for minutes, breathing each other in, until she made the first move, fanning her wet heat over my dick that was already hard again.

  “You’re a fucking miracle.” she said, staring in awe for a paused moment.

  “You have no idea how you look and how good you feel, but my dick knows.” I bit into my lip while letting my gaze drop over her. “So fucking wet. And tight. And deep. And hot. I will keep going until my dick says, “fuck it” and gives out.”

  The little giggle she released made my heart flutter and drove home the realization that I enjoyed making her happy and giving her pleasure. I stared into those beautiful lust-filled eyes and grasped ahold of another fact. I was in trouble. My mind was in trouble. My dick most certainly was in a world of trouble.

  I flipped her, putting her under me. “My turn. I need to see how hard you can take your dick.”

  Missionary was not a position I cared for because I’d never wanted to be that intimate with the women I slept with. With Mecca, it was almost a requirement. I wanted to see every detail of her face and body while I lavished her in whatever pleasure she craved. She was probably half my size but managed to make me feel like we were equal in every way.

  I shoved my arm under her left leg, sending it high and over my shoulder, opening her wide. Her other leg, I lifted up and sat across the top of my ass.

  “Now that I know you can take it, I’m going to fuck you harder than I did the last time. If you try to run or push me away, I go harder.”

  At those words, she bit into her lip, accepting my arrogant promise.

  I started slowly, easing my way in, reveling in the feel of me sliding into her soaking heat. Her body was desperate beneath mine, buzzing with a passion that had the ability to place us on the path to raging bliss.

  The slow pace I initiated barely lasted a full minute before I started pounding into her, so hard that the extra firm mattress thumped and squeaked beneath us. I laid my head against her shoulder, which pushed her leg even higher and allowed me to go deeper. Her ragged screams tore into my ears causing her to tighten her bruising caress that was in contrast to the deep fucking we were engaged in below.

  My name was a breathless, repeating scream, set among heaves and whispers, and laced with a tone that fell between sensual moans and erotic cries. She got a grip on my chin, turning my face into the nook of her small shoulder, as her mouth sat a breath away from mine.

  We were a steady storm of emotions up top, while I drove home a rough pounding of our sensual dance below. Hard down-driven thrusts reached in deep, meeting her rolling invitation.

  “I knew you would like a good hard fuck.” My words rushed out, bouncing off her cheek. Each time our hips met, I swear the impact caused sparks to fly. Our special blend of passion was set free to roam our bodies, feeding us everything we could ever want, everything we could ever need, everything we’ve never had.

  “Arjen.” My name was a long stretching breath that bounced off the side of my neck before it danced into the air above us. She was there, and she was taking me with her to the place that set my dreams on fire. Our powerful moves forced her leg off my shoulder, but I kept it trapped in the bend of my arm.

  Her lips found mine and e
ven as our pounding bodies raged on, she managed to place the sweetest kiss against my mouth, fitting our lips together so perfectly, her possessive energy raced through my blood and shot off in every direction.

  Our lips stayed together until we came, screaming each other’s names. “Mecca…” I breathed, realizing that her pussy gripped me so tightly that she was taking me from the bottom.

  The connection we shared while we were alone, in our world, was too good to be true. Was it always going to be like this?

  28

  Mecca

  Later, after we had worked our bodies to shut-down mode, I lay, relaxed. There wasn’t a solid bone left in my body, and if they were there, they had melted. All I was able to move were my eyes, and they kept falling closed. The firmness of the mattress was all that kept me from dissolving and floating away.

  An idea burst to life in my brain. Arjen’s name. His name was starting to make lyrical sense in the light of us. Spelled different but sounding the same, Arjen and origin, held similar meaning.

  He was the origin of my most powerful kiss, the origin of my first uprising of emotions, and he was the origin of a man that invaded my dreams before I ever saw his face. I could no longer deny him the precedence he had set in my life, the places he had marked in my heart, and the tattoos he had scribed into my mind, on my body, and within my spirit.

  “Can I ask you a question, and you give me an honest answer?” I asked him. A smile barely reached his lips as he rolled up and met my eyes. “I have never lie to you, don’t intend to.”

  The truth in his tone made me believe him before it flashed in his eyes.

  “I know we’ve broached this subject before, but tell me about the kiss? The wedding kiss. I gave you my side of it, but I want to know your side. Was it for show, for the audience?”