She kisses me and it's clear that what just happened didn't diminish her feelings, if anything; it only charged them. She pushes her pelvis into mine, purposely enticing me into another round. Her tongue darts out and drags across her bottom lip slowly when she feels my cock twitch against her center. Since she's the puppet master of not only my heartstrings, but my desire—I'm rock hard and inside her again.
I flip her around so that I'm entering her from behind and watching that gorgeous ass of hers shake with my every thrust. I lean down and sink my teeth into her shoulder.
She looks over her shoulder and bites her lip. And fuck me, it's the hottest visual I've ever seen.
I don't have to worry about DeLuca killing me, because she's going to.
She moans and I start thrusting harder. The feeling is incredible and I know I won't be able to hold off much longer.
“Jackson, I’m...fuck,” she says before she starts jerking and unintelligible screams rip out of her.
Wanting to make it even better for her, I circle her clit and watch as she grabs onto the counter and moans my name. She clenches around me and I get two more pumps in before I'm coming inside her.
“Thank you,” she breathes. “You have no idea how much I needed that. How much I needed to lose myself in you.”
I almost laugh because I'm pretty sure I should be thanking her for that experience. I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. “You never have to thank me for that. Besides, I needed it just as much, maybe even more.”
I pull back the covers and curl up beside her. “I love you,” she whispers before she drifts off to sleep.
I kiss the spot over her heart. “I love you,” I say before I stand up and reach for my cell phone.
I step out into the hallway and dial Ford's number. He answers on the third ring. “I want to talk about that deal.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Alyssa
“Ford, it's me again. I need you to call me back, please. It's important,” I say before I hang up.
I never thought I'd find myself in this position again. However, I know it's the only way. We can't beat DeLuca on our own and he's the only resource I have.
Despite how much of an asshole he is, I know that Ford wants to nail DeLuca. And now that I know for a fact that it's his club...I'm going to help him come up with a plan to do it.
I'm going to have him use me as bait like he originally intended. Then, Ford will take care of him and Jackson and I will be free.
Well, that's what I'm hoping will happen, but Ford has yet to call me back.
It's been almost a week since I first reached out to him. It's strange that he still hasn't contacted me.
I was hoping to see him and finalize a plan before Jackson has to fight again tomorrow night. There's no telling what will happen in that cage after Tyrone's last fight.
Since Jackson's currently at the hospital visiting Tyrone, I'm taking the opportunity to slip out and go to Ford's house myself.
It's too close to Jackson's fight and I can't take the chance of him getting hurt, I'll do whatever I have to in order to protect him.
The cab ride to Ford's is over an hour away, so I take the time to formulate the start of a good plan. I know that going to the club won't work since DeLuca never shows up there himself. Not to mention, setting up some kind of meeting there would harbor too many witnesses. There's no way Ford would take him out with that many people around.
I have to find a way to get DeLuca secluded and completely alone, but I don't know how to go about that.
My mind's on the verge of figuring out a way to do it, but every time I get closer, I hit a mental block and I can't work my way around it.
The cab finally pulls up to Ford's house and what I see causes me to freak the hell out.
There's a red Mustang parked in his driveway.
Ricardo's here.
What the hell is Ricardo doing here?
“Miss, are you getting out or not?” the cab driver grumbles. “Not,” I tell him. “Take me back home.”
With a curse, he starts to drive away.
I'm more confused than ever now. It's obvious that Ford and Ricardo are doing business together, but what?
I sit up straight in my seat when I realize. They've got to be trying to take down DeLuca? That's the only tie those two have to one another.
My cell phone starts ringing and I almost want to ignore it because I don't want Shane to ask me to work tomorrow night. My life is hectic right now and there's no way I'm going to be able to focus on working at the bar while Jackson could be getting killed in the cage.
I rub my temples and answer the phone anyway. “Hey, Shane.”
“Do you have a twin?”
Okay, that’s not what I was expecting him to say.
“No, I'm an only child,” I say, pushing down sad memories.
“I was joking, Alyssa.” He laughs. “Besides, the chick I'm staring at is hot but she looks like an older, more sophisticated version of you, no offense.”
“None taken.” Then it dawns on me. “Does she have blonde hair?”
“Yup. And she just asked to speak to you. Hold on.”
Why is Penelope sitting at Finnley's right now?
“Hey, Penelope. Is everything okay?”
“I don't know. You tell me?” she replies in a snarky tone.
“Um...you're the one sitting at my job. What's going on?”
“I thought you learned your lesson when it came to Ford?”
Shit...she must still be checking his phone records.
“I did. I only reached out to Ford because I'm having a personal problem that I need to involve the police with. I figured calling him would speed things along, but he still hasn't called me back.”
I can practically smell the wood burning from her thinking so hard on the other line.
“Don't lie to me, Alyssa. Look, I'm not jealous. I don't want him back, but I am concerned about you going back to him because you and your current boyfriend are having problems.”
I blow out a breath, trying my hardest not to go off on her for sticking her nose in my business. “Penelope, I'm never going back to Ford. I'm in love with Jackson.”
“Then why the hell did I find plane tickets and passports with both your names on it?”
Say what?
“I'm sorry. I think I misheard you.”
“No, you didn't. I went there to pick up my mail yesterday—since the asshole insisted on keeping the house that he bought in the settlement. He wasn't home so I used my key and out on the coffee table were two tickets to Mexico along with two passports. One for you and one for him.”
“Oh my god. That's crazy.”
“Exactly—” she starts to say.
“I'm not leaving the country with Ford. I have no idea what's going on or what he's planning. But I need you to promise me that you won't mention a word of this to him. Don't tell him that you know me and please don't tell him that we had this conversation, okay?”
“Shit, what's going on, Alyssa?”
“I don't know,” I answer, before I hang up.