“You’re blind.” He tried to make a joke of it, but she would never know how close to tears he was. When he’d come home injured and torn up, his longtime girlfriend hadn’t stuck around. By the time he’d met and married Melissa, he’d learned to keep his shirt on while in bed. He’d forgotten a shirt once with Melissa, and it had been weeks before she allowed him to touch her again.
“My God, how much pain you must have endured.” Nakia continued her achingly gentle exploration of his neck and chest, leaving trails of kisses in her wake.
Her tenderness was too much. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the edge of the granite countertop. This time the emotions gripping him were beyond anything he’d felt before. Never had a woman touched him as she’d done. He couldn’t control the need to be deep in her. Growling gutturally, he captured her lips in a hard kiss and simultaneously surged into her heat with an unrestrained intensity.
Her inner walls closed tightly around his cock, and he closed his eyes at the incredible silky feel of her along his hard length. Suddenly, everything about her was too overwhelming for his senses, her soft feminine scent, the feel of her smooth skin against his hard frame, the sexy rasp of her cries as he fucked into her, and the provocative swirl of her hips as she tightened her walls around his cock. Every nerve ending in his body spiraled out of control and combusted in mind-numbing pleasure that had him roaring her name.
He barely registered that his climax triggered hers. Even as the violent spasms started to ebb, it was still not enough, because he found himself mindlessly fucking into her as though he were an animal in heat and couldn’t satisfy this deep ache to have her. With his palms filled with her bountiful ass, he drove into her over and over again, reveling in being in her pleasure pot. Her body was his own personal haven, and his cock was in pure bliss.
His release started from the tips of toes to deep in his pelvis, then as a live wire up his spine, and finally exploding like a euphoric high in his brain, almost bringing him to his knees. “Fuck!” he roared in shock. Nothing and no one had ever wrung such emotions from him. He felt as weak as a babe as he slumped over her. “Are you okay?” he asked, only barely able to lift his head from her breasts to gaze down at her.
“I think I’ll be fine, slightly bowlegged for a few days, but fine.” She gave him a grin to show him that she was teasing.
He couldn’t return her smile. He was still too overwhelmed by what had just passed between them. Despite the many beautiful women in his past, this was the first time it had felt so right. He hadn’t believed the perfection he’d felt earlier with her; in fact, he’d thought that nothing had ever felt so good, until tonight. How was it possible that making love with her kept getting better each time? It scared the shit out of him.
He picked her up and took her into the shower with him. He’d thought that after the numerous times he’d come in her today, and especially the overwhelmingly intense encounter a few minutes ago, that there was no way in hell he would be getting hard again anytime soon. However, after she ran soapy fingers over his cock, meticulously rinsed him off, and fell to her knees to take him into her mouth, he was not only hard and pulsing in seconds, he was soon bathing her throat with his seed in a stunned release as she sucked him deep into her throat.
As much as he’d wanted to finally savor having her lush body beside him in bed, he couldn’t get enough of being inside of her. In fact, he ended up passing out still buried deep in her after his body gave in to exhaustion.
Chapter Thirteen
Justin followed closely behind Colt as they entered the grounds of Baldacci’s home on Hutchinson Street in Chicago. Justin was expecting more security for the head of one of the largest crime families in the country. There wasn’t a single guard out.
“Are you sure this is where the bastard lives?” he asked Colt again. Something was telling him that this just wasn’t right. Even if Baldacci wasn’t a crime boss, he was still a very wealthy man, with businesses all over Europe. No way was his security going to be lax enough that two armed gunmen could roll up to his front door unchallenged. Not only was the gate swung wide open but the guardhouse was empty, and there was no security along the perimeter impeding their progress. This wasn’t right.
“I’ve tracked this motherfucker for months to ensure we knew where to find him if shit went sideways,” Colt murmured distractedly. “He’s here, but something is off with this whole setup. There are usually a swarm of guards about the grounds, and that gate is always locked and well-guarded.”
“So, it’s not just me then?” Justin continued looking around
“No. That fucker wants us to walk in there. He also knows by now that we have an invisible shield and we could’ve come in here undetected. We’re not wearing shields. So, it’s clear he wants us to come to him.”
“He has something he thinks he can bargain with,” Justin supplied. Dread started to fill him as he considered the possibilities. “Did Mom and Dad get out like we asked?” he whispered urgently.
“They’re in Stockholm. They had no problem going to our relatives in Sweden.”
“And Matt?”
“Motherfucker stayed at the ranch despite our warning. His lazy ass better know how to protect himself and his family.”
Justin knew that Colt was still angry at Matt’s prejudice toward his family, but if Matt were in trouble, they’d all be there to help regardless.
The front door opened under Colt’s slight push. They looked at each other in a mutual moment of acknowledged need for caution as they noted that the door wasn’t even pulled shut. Having no choice, they moved farther into the foyer and were brought up short at the sight of Giovanni Baldacci standing in the open, grinning back at them. At least fifteen other men with various forms of weapons—guns, knives and spiked brass knuckles—stood behind him, looking smug and confident.
“Come, come, gentlemen. Welcome!”
The mobster’s big booming voice filled Justin with the urge to riddle his body with bullets. How the hell did they know he and Colt were coming? “What the fuck is going on, Baldacci?” Justin gritted out.
The mobster laughed. “Your woman took out three of my best men yesterday. Did you think that would go unanswered?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Justin hated having to listen to this asshole, but it stunned him that Baldacci linked his men’s death to Nakia. He was still trying to believe that possibility.
“I not only want the weapons. I also want that girl. She will pay for what she did to my men.”
“Are you saying that Nakia killed your men?” Colt asked, his expression devoid of emotion even though Justin knew that Colt saw the same scene that he did.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. And you’re going to turn her over to me. Those men had families. Fuck, one of them was barely twenty years old. She had no right to kill them like that.” Baldacci’s voice was filled with bitterness, and the men behind him seemed to become more menacing and angrier as he spoke.