by Roxy Sloane
I can feel myself dripping wet. I’m on the edge, ready to take the plunge.
He continues to rub my clit, as my body adjusts to his girth, I can’t wait to feel him fully inside me there.
He takes his hand away from my clit and slaps my ass, and then he begins to pump into me, slowly at first, a drawn out plunge in and out. He takes more wetness from my pussy and lubes up his shaft.
And then again he thrusts in. It burns, but the warmth spreads and I feel it tingling. I’m breathing faster and then he begins to thrust into me, faster and faster.
It hurts so good.
I moan.
He slaps me again and the shock makes me shudder in pleasure. I can feel the pressure from his cock in my ass pressing my cunt from the backside. The build-up is intense and feels so good.
He groans in pleasure, and the sound of his raw need, sends new waves of intensity through my body.
Mercifully, he returns his hand to my clit. Teasing me with his hand as he continues to fuck my ass.
“You’re so tight Nicole. You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” he whispers.
He’s right. I’ve never been fucked like this and I love it.
He pulls me back onto him and fucks me till I can hear his breath grow ragged. He’s going to come and so am I.
He leans into my ear. “I’m going to come in your ass Nicole.”
I love how he sounds—so filled with want and lust.
I moan in agreement, and with three more thrusts, he comes. He stays in me and I feel his cock spasm. He pulls out slowly and I feel the eruption dripping down the backs of my legs.
“You’re amazing Nicole. Come here.”
He lays down on the bench, pulling me towards him so his face is under my pussy. He grips my hips, pulling me onto his face.
“Fuck my mouth Nicole,” he orders. I don’t need to think twice.
I grind into his mouth, and as he licks and sucks at me, pulling me onto his face, the intensity that had been building up as he fucked me, explodes.
My body shakes and spasms in pleasure, and I drop to the edge of the bench in pure exhaustion. Xavier moves over so I’m nestled against him.
I've never had an orgasm like that, and I don't want it to be my last. This is getting dangerous. I'm still determined to find out what's going on, but I'm getting way too close to not caring if Xavier is El Jefe or not. The longer this goes on, the harder it's going to be to let go if I'm wrong about my instincts.
Chapter Five
After my earth-shattering orgasm on the boat, I'm both relieved and annoyed when Xavier is too busy with work to spend any time with me for a few days. On the one hand, it's good that I don't have to lie to him or worry about letting something slip. On the other hand, my body wants more orgasms like that, and my vibrator just isn't getting the job done. Add to that the fact that I can't get any information if I don't see him.
Barton is not going to be happy about my lack of progress, but it's not like I can force Xavier to see me. He made it pretty clear how much he regretted having so much scheduled. I'll just have to explain that to Barton, and he'll have to deal with it.
I hurry through the mall so I won't be late meeting with him. That'll probably just piss him off more. Every few minutes, though, I have to turn around and make sure no one is following me. I know I'm being ridiculous, but I constantly feel eyes on me. I already was paranoid about this, especially since Xavier has found me somewhere more than once, and now Barton has at least one person following me, too.
I feel like I'm living in a spy novel, only I'm the worst spy ever.
A woman near the escalator looks really familiar, so I take a right when I should have gone left. I'll have to circle back around another way. To divert attention, I stop at a coffee kiosk and grab a bottle of water. While I'm waiting to pay, I monitor my surroundings.
About fifty feet away, a man about my age sits on a bench people watching. He catches me looking at him and smiles. I turn away, surveying the area nearby. When I look back, his eyes are still on me. He lets them linger, and I panic a little. What if he saw Barton? What if he figures everything out? But then a tall, leggy brunette approaches, and he kisses her enthusiastically before they head down the stairs with all her packages.
Great. Now I have to worry about every guy who checks me out being a contract killer or something?
I make the loop to get back to the side of the mall I need to be on. The bookstore is straight ahead on the right, and I scan the area. No one draws my suspicion, so I head into the store and quickly make my way to the back. I find Barton in the self-help section pretending to read a book with a title that includes the words “mindfulness" and "bliss", exactly the opposite of words I would associate with Barton. He's the most intense and intimidating guy I've ever met, and he doesn't waste any time reminding me of that.
"Sorry I'm late, there were people—"
"What have you found out?"
"I haven't seen Xavier since the night of the party, and you have that information." I had mentioned the speedboat and its location in a later text. I didn't mention what happened on the boat.
He slaps the book down on a table next to us. "Not seeing him for a few days is not a good way to get close to him, Nicole."
"I know. He's been busy with work, though, and he told me he wouldn't be able to see me until tomorrow night."
Barton glares at me and spits out words in between gritted teeth. "Not acceptable. Call him. Text him. Drive the fuck over there. I don't care how you get him to see you, just do it."
His raised voice gets us an angry look from one of the salespeople at the end of the aisle. I feel like a kid getting shushed at the library.
I turn back to him and give him my own glare. "Forcing him to see me when he's already told me he can't is just going to make him mad. And probably suspicious, too, if I ask him a bunch of questions."
Barton waits for the employee to walk back to the front. He pulls me into the corner near the emergency exit. "We don't have time for this, little girl. I'm working on getting another mole in his inner circle, but the guy's dead if Xavier finds out. He watches his people carefully. You, he won't suspect."
I throw my hands up and pace in front of him. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to look for. This is way too much. I see spies everywhere, and I'm paranoid he's going to kill me. I'm not the person for this job."
Barton's eyes flash, and he grabs me by the arms so tightly that I wince. The look on his face can only be described as rage.
"Do I need to remind you what's at stake here? Do I need to remind you what he did to your brother and your friend?"
This is too far. "Look, I know what's at stake. That's the problem. I'm not going to get myself killed for you."
His expression changes abruptly, and he nods. "You're right. I don't want you to put yourself in danger." He sighs deeply and runs a hand over his head. "Okay, we have some intel that he keeps two sets of files for his businesses so he can keep track of all the cash even though only some is reported. We don't know if it's on his hard drive or stored somewhere else. Just do what you can for now, and copy his files if you get the opportunity. I'll get you more information when I can."
Copy his computer files? Was this what he asked Eli to do? Is this why Eli got caught?
I leave before Barton does in case someone's following me. As I walk back through the mall to my car, my arms still throb from where he grabbed and held me. I'm starting to wonder if tracking down El Jefe has made Barton almost as much as a monster as the target himself.
I'm so shaken up that it takes me about five minutes to realize I missed the exit for my apartment, and am almost to the exit for the resort ferry.
The one person I want to see right now is the one person I shouldn't.
#
I decide to text rather than call. If he's receptive to seeing me, he'll say so. If he's not, it's easier to blow someone off by text. I figure either way, fate is in control of what happens next. I just ha
ve to roll with it.
Then I mentally smack myself for using that as an excuse to contact Xavier.
Do you miss me yet?
His reply comes within seconds. I started missing you the minute after I dropped you off the other night.
So for the first minute you felt nothing at all? I can't help but laugh as I type it. It's so much easier to be flirty by text.
For the first minute I debated whether I should march right back up to your apartment.
Well-played, you tease.
There's no reply a minute later, so I text back. You still busy with work?
Sort of. If you're free, come meet me. I'll text you the address.
The address he sends leads me to a part of Miami I've never seen before. The buildings become more run down the closer I get. When warehouses take over, my concern grows. Why is he bringing me out here? The moonlit ocean was a romantic location; this isn’t.
My paranoia isn’t helped by a car that seems to be following. A grey sedan that screams ‘government issue.’ Of course, it could be one of Barton’s guys, but how would I know that? What if it’s someone else? When the car finally turns off of the main road, I let myself breathe again.
Eventually, the industrial buildings give way to houses, and I relax a little. It's a low-income neighborhood, but it's clear that the people who live here take pride in keeping it nice. The houses have been painted, the yards are mowed and have flowers in the beds, and the streets are clean. It makes me sad to see that most of the homes also have bars on the windows.
GPS leads me to a building that says "Youth Center" outside. I double check the address. It's correct. Why would Xavier want me to meet him here? Is he thinking about buying the building or something?
I pull into the parking lot, and sure enough, one of his cars is there with his driver reading a magazine in the front seat. He notices me and nods.
Inside the building, kids of all ages and races are engaged in different activities. Some sit in armchairs, completely absorbed in books. A few nearby are hard at work drawing in sketchpads. Several hover around a couple computers. I expect them to be focused on games or videos, but as I walk by to the check-in desk, I realize they're learning Photoshop from an older kid.
The woman who sits at the desk looks up as I approach. She gives me a big smile and says, "Are you Nikki?"
"How did you…?"
"Xavier mentioned you'd probably stop by. I just need your I.D. for our records, and then I'll tell you where you can find him."
"Sure." I pull out my wallet and hand my license to her. "Have you known Xavier long?"
"For several years now. He recently accepted a spot on our Board of Directors."
I raise my eyebrow. That was unexpected. "I had no idea."
She hands me back my license and leans in like she's letting me in on a huge secret. "He'll never tell you this because he doesn't like to brag, but he's the reason we're still open."
"How's that?" She's got me super curious now.
"He found out the center lost its state funding. The donations just weren't enough, and there wasn't time to apply for grants or anything like that. We’d have had to close"
"That's terrible! I've been here five minutes and can already see how good this is for these kids to have access to."
The woman nods. "Xavier set up a foundation for us. He hosts fundraising events, gets businesses to sponsor us, and encourage employees to donate time here with the kids. He just does so much for us."
"Wow." I'm at a loss for words. This is the last thing I expected to find out about him.
"Exactly." She grins widely and shakes her head as she hands me a visitor’s badge. "Such a wonderful man. He's even playing basketball with some of the kids right now. Through those doors and to the left. Down at the end of the hallway."
I say thank you and put on the badge. I'm almost to the door before she calls out my name, and I turn around.
"He's absolutely crazy about you, you know."
I give her a confused look, and she laughs.
"It's written all over his face when he talks about you, sweetheart. You're a lucky woman."
#
The woman was right about one thing. Xavier is playing basketball with a group of kids when I walk into the gym. They range in age from probably ten to eighteen. A group of younger kids plays at the other end of the court, but the ball is too big for most of them to lift it very high.
He doesn't notice me at first, so I get to see how he interacts with the kids when he doesn't realize someone's watching. He's open with them, talking and laughing, sharing himself. It's clear that he sees these kids regularly. He asks about ongoing issues they have. They update him on grades and family.
The more time I spend with him, the more I'm convinced that something just isn't right. Barton says he has information that leads him to Xavier, but what if someone is setting Xavier up to take the fall? I'm sure Barton relies on some shady people for information, and it seems likely that El Jefe would want the DEA running around in circles.
I could imagine a criminal mastermind giving large sums to charity and setting up a foundation of some kind. Participating in the community like that would give him legitimacy, make him less of a suspect even if evidence pointed his way. Besides, even the most ruthless people in the world have people they care about, so supporting a cause that affects them or a loved one makes sense.
I saw a movie once where a big drug guy associated with a youth center so he could use the kids as runners. It makes sense why that might be attractive. But coming to the center regularly? Getting to know the kids like this? Playing basketball with them? What kind of criminal does that?
These are the things running through my brain when Xavier finally spots me. A big grin spreads across his face, which makes my stomach flutter. He grabs the ball and waves for me to come over, and I jog onto the court. Good thing I wore soft-soled shoes today.
Xavier's peck on my cheek draws giggles from the crowd.
"Everyone, this is Nikki."
"Hi Nikki!" The kids attempt to say it in unison but fail miserably. It's adorable.
"Hi everyone. It's nice to meet you all."
One of the boys calls out, "Are you his girlfriend?" It sends them all into giggles again. I'm a little lost as to what to say, but Xavier jumps in immediately.
"Yes, Anthony." He crosses to me and takes my hand in his. "Nikki is my girlfriend."
Another boy says, "That's too bad, cuz she's hot!" The boy winks at me as a roar goes up in the crowd. Everyone talks over each other, laughing and asking Xavier what he's going to do about this challenge to his manhood.
Xavier rolls his eyes. "Yes, she is definitely hot. But Marco? If you say that about my girlfriend again, we're gonna have a problem."
He and Marco give each other menacing stares that they hold for about fifteen seconds before dissolving into laughter. They slap each other on the back and posture.
But the ribbing of Xavier isn't over yet. It's Anthony's turn again.
"Hey Marco, let Xavier have the girl. Maybe she'll make him feel better about his lack of basketball skills."
A chorus of "Ohhhhhh" runs through the crowd, and they point and laugh between the two. It seems like half the crowd is on Anthony's side, teasing Xavier and mocking him for his "lack of game" on the court. The others gesture at Anthony and call him out for being harsh. It's obvious how much these kids love Xavier as the joking continues.
Xavier grabs at Anthony, but Anthony dodges the attempt and steals the ball. He dribbles it a few feet away and taunts Xavier with it.
"Whatcha gonna do, old man?"
Xavier mimes being stabbed in the heart and falls on the floor in an elaborate death scene, complete with gagging and flailing around like a dead fish. I run to his side and kneel down, put my hand against my forehead, and pretend to weep and shake. I fling myself down on top of Xavier's unmoving body.
The kids erupt into applause. Xavier helps me up, and we take
our bows.
"Since I don't have any basketball skills, I think I'll go drown in my sadness with my girlfriend. I'll see you all next week!"
We're sent off with a rush of goodbyes before they resume their game, down one player. Xavier holds out his hand, and I take it as we walk down the hallway.
"So, I'm your girlfriend, huh?" I nudge him with my arm. "Don't you think you should have told me you had so many kids? I mean, enough to form two basketball teams is kind of a deal breaker."
Xavier throws back his head and lets out a loud, unrestrained laugh. Just listening to him makes me start to giggle, and it takes a second for us to compose ourselves enough to not laugh when we glance at each other.
"Those kids really adore you."
He shrugs. "They're pretty amazing. I'm glad you got to meet them."
When we get into the parking lot, I find I'm not ready to leave him yet. I'm sure he'll say something about going back to work. But for now, I just want to stay in the moment a little longer.
"So, what made you start volunteering here? Why this particular place?"
"I was in a mentor program as a favor to a friend. Anthony's the kid I mentored. He brought me here, and I've spent time here ever since."
"Anthony, the kid who thinks his game is superior to yours?" I tease.
"The one and only. Luckily, Anthony hasn't figured out how game works anywhere but the court. Did you see all those girls eyeing him?"
"Yeah. He's gonna break a lot of hearts when they figure out that basketball is his true love."
Xavier studies me for a second and shakes his head. "You're a pretty perceptive one, Nikki. I'm going to have to up my game if I have hope of keeping my heart intact."
"Your game is fine, and you know it." I wink at him.
He opens his mouth with a comeback, but the phone interrupts him. While he walks a few feet away to take the call, I plop down on the edge of a picnic table on the side of the building.
I pull out my own phone. Two missed texts, both from Barton. I throw my phone back in my bag without reading them. Barton can wait. I already know what they say, anyway.