A LIL' LESS LOST (The Kingsmen Book 2) (10 page)

I slurped myself off of his dick and stood just in time for Jay to grab me and turn me around hard, bracing me to lean forward and hold onto the post of the bed. It was late fall and I was wearing a long-sleeve sweater dress that hugged my form pretty well and covered down to my thighs. Thick patterned tights and knee-high boots topped off the outfit. It wouldn't be easy to shimmy out of this getup.

Jay reached under my dress and bunched it up around my waist. In one swift motion he grabbed onto the crotch of my tights and pulled hard. The ripping sound vibrated through me as the fabric tore at his command. I nearly came right then and there. This was hot, this was raw. This was primal need. The heat was now palpable in the air. He ran a finger down the cleft and inserted it in me, swirling it around. I tightened myself around his digit, wanting to feel it. It wasn't the part of him that I truly needed inside me right now, but I would take anything at this point. I hadn't realized how much my own need for him had built up these past few days.

He withdrew his finger and I could feel his hand working itself up and over his dick behind me, spreading my lubrication over himself. He pulled my ass closer to him causing me to hold on tight to the wooden post in my hands for support. My boots were high and the sudden movement nearly sent me toppling. Thank God I had gripped the post like I did, because he thrust himself so hard into me that I needed every bit of bracing that I could find. He knocked the wind out of me and I called out in surprise.

He tensed inside me,  at my reaction. I held on tighter to the bedpost. “Don't stop, baby.”

His fingers dug into my flesh as he anchored himself to me, pounding over and over again. I was biting my lip hard, exerting myself in every way I could manage. There was too much need building in me, it needed to escape every which way it could or I was fully sure it would kill me. I tasted the faint tinge of blood in my mouth. I swallowed hard and released my sore lip.

“Yes... baby... just like that. Please, Jay,” I begged. “Fuck me.”

He was on fire. Every place his skin touched mine burned. Every place his dick filled, throbbed. I could smell his sweat, hear his labored breathing. I sobbed exquisitely in frustration. Jay angled himself so he was thrusting on an incline, rubbing against the sweet spot hidden in my depths. Moment after moment passed, each second an eternity as I inched closer to where I needed to be, but still too far away. My breath hitched and I called out to him. “Oh God baby...”

Jay slid his hand from my underside, beneath my dress and into the exposed flesh between my fabric-covered thighs. He honed in on my nub and eagerly worked it over and over. His voice was raspy.

“Baby, I'm gonna come so hard.”

I was so close myself, throwing my head back and pushing myself deep into his hand, urging him on.

He moaned at my neediness. “Ladies first.”

And with that, I crumpled around him, nearly collapsing to the floor as the shockwaves assaulted me. Jay had to pick me up by my hips, holding me firm as he plowed three more times, hard and deep into me before releasing his orgasm. It
was
a hard one. I could feel the pressure behind it shoot out like a bullet planting itself into my flesh. I winced at the unfamiliar sensation deep within. It had never felt exactly like that before. It was intense, raw. It was fucking mind blowing.

Jay stayed inside me, sheathed in my warmth as he held me tight. Neither of us spoke. There was no need for words. Our bodies had said everything there was to say, conveyed every message, every word to each other. Jay massaged my breasts slowly, tenderly, as my heart rate returned to normal. He finally withdrew himself from inside me, slowly. I could feel a slight trickle run down my flesh from his exit. I looked down in confusion. Jays overflowing essence was starting to escape from its target. I quickly glanced up in shock at Jay. He was gloating like a fucking lion king, staring, admiring his handiwork as his deposit oozed down and soaked into my tights. He locked eyes with mine and cocked his eyebrow in playful defiance, “Just marking my territory, baby.”

Oh really? My eyes hooded themselves, as I slowly lowered my hand down. I swiped my finger at the stream of liquid and raised it. Jay's eyes were wild, watching me intently as I pressed my finger to my lips and slid it in every so calmly. I closed my eyes and moaned, “Mmmmm...”

I sucked hard on my finger as I pulled it out painfully slow, deliberately. I raised my eyelashes languidly and watched as my man dropped his jaw and gasped. I turned and walked out, heading to the bathroom quickly and triumphantly to clean myself up. Funny thing about control. Just when you're sure you have it, turns out the other person had it all along.

I cleaned myself up as best I could with warm soapy water and a washcloth. My tights were now open at the seam of my seat and exposing my private areas to the elements. I shimmied the fitted skirt of my dress down to cover over my thighs, and the evidence of my mauling. I inspected myself in the mirror and decided that as long as I didn't bend over, I wasn't at risk of flashing my goodies.

Jay had helped himself to a beer from the fridge and was waiting for me on the couch watching football on the giant TV downstairs. I sat down next to him, snuggling in close and crossed my legs to keep my delicate flesh warm. Jay was engrossed in the manly display of athleticism on the screen, but mindlessly slipped his hand over my knee, resting on my thigh. He was relaxed, sated, completely satisfied and grinning.

The game had taken a much needed commercial break. I was by no means a football fan, but had learned to tolerate it in small increments in part due to Pop, Tiny and Jay's need to watch every single, long, drawn out game. With the action paused momentarily, Jay turned his attention to me.

“She still asleep?”

I nodded. “Out like a light.”

He took one last long swig from his bottle before setting it down on the coffee table. “What can I say? I've got a way with kids. Just call me the toddler whisperer.” He winked.

Sarah was a classic type A, OCD neat freak. I leaned over Jay reaching for a coaster, not missing an opportunity to throw my tits in his face, and placed the wooden square under the base of Jay's nearly empty beer. I felt guilty enough about desecrating her bedroom, I didn't need drink rings on her coffee table hanging over my head as well.

I laughed. “I don't think bribery counts.” He shrugged his shoulders innocently at me. “Is that how you plan on raising your kids? Spoiling them rotten?”

Jay drifted into my area of the couch. “No, I don't plan on spoiling
our
kids. I'll raise them just like ma and pop raised me. I mean, look how good I turned out.” His eyes were like deep pools of blue water. I could drown in them if I let myself.

I swallowed hard. We had never talked much about kids other than as a vague reference.

He kissed under my jaw, moving his sweet lips, tracing an imaginary line over my neck. “I do, however, plan on spoiling their momma.” I angled my neck so he had more access to my flesh.

This was my sweet spot. I could feel my pulse quicken as his lips compressed against themselves, sending flurried little shivers down to my collarbone. “
Their?
As in plural?”

He kept his lips busy on my skin while using his weight to press on me, leaning me back into the plush pillows of the sofa. His hand dawdled up my thigh and into the slash left from the torn material that was once my tights. He raised his chin, his eyes following until they found mine and rested themselves on me. “Plural.”

His mouth gripped mine in ownership, claiming it. I moaned low, not sure what was turning me on more... his hands or his words.

The front door to the house opened with Sarah and T quietly trying to make their entrance. I pushed Jay away and slithered out from beneath him, rising to meet the couple as they set their things down and walked into the room.

Sarah slipped out of her high heels and collapsed into the nearest chair, making semi-serious mock sounds of exhaustion. T smiled at her and rolled his eyes, he was used to his wife's dramatics. He chinned his greeting over to Jay. “Sup, bro? You taking up babysitting now?”

These two had a very healthy rivalry going on. Jay stood, stretching his arms wide over his head. Clearly these long past couple of days were catching up with him. “Nah... just hot little babysitters.”

T smirked, Sarah shook her head in pretend shock. This was tame talk coming from these two, and we all knew it. T squinted at the two of us, hard.

“Please tell me you did not have sex in my bed.”

Now, it was my turn to blush.  I think I even stopped breathing just a bit. Jay stepped forward and grabbed my loose hand in his, weaving his fingers through mine before answering.

“Brother... I can promise you we did not have sex in your bed.”

Well, technically we didn't have sex
on
their bed, so he wasn't lying. The two men were half-heartedly sizing each other up, T obviously not buying what Jay was selling. Jay gently squeezed my hand and started to lead me out of the room.

I said my goodbyes and gave Sarah a peck on the cheek. Jay held out his closed fist to T, who obligingly bumped knuckles with him while squinting, trying to read him. Jay had a kick ass poker face. He wasn't going to give anything away. Now me on the other hand, I would make no promises. I tried to hide my face, searching for some imaginary object in my backpack as I swooped it up in passing.

The boys nodded their salutations and we cleared out. As we passed the kitchen counter, cutting through the kitchen, Jay withdrew a crisp twenty dollar bill from the wad of cash in his pocket and dropped it on the tiled surface.

“This is for Ava... she'll be asking for it when she wakes up, i'm sure.” Jay's voice trailed loud enough behind us to the parents we left in the den. “Right before she asks you to take her to buy some stickers.”

Sarah's laughter rang out, incredibly similar to her daughter's. T growled at the mention. Jay held the door open for me, following as I stepped over the threshold into the night.

“G'night, Sparkles,” he blurted, out while pulling the door shut behind himself, shielding us from T's cursing.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

JAY

The turn off led us to a dirt road reaching further into the back country, further isolated from the nearby neighborhoods. The sun had set not long ago, giving us no choice but to put the headlights on. If we went any further the lights would pretty much fucking announce our arrival. I pulled off into a little alcove of willow trees and cut the engine with the boys following suit.

I dismounted and retrieved my Glock 19 from the side bag.  I kept my Colt Mustang in my waistband at all times, It was easier to conceal and much lighter to carry around full time. But my Glock, she was my baby... well broken in and loyal as hell. My KA-BUR was sharpened and was already in the knife holster on my belt. I was ready. The boys were busy suiting up their own weapons of choice. I peeled off my cut as I made my way to the van.

Whenever we ran through shit like this, we never wore our patches. Instead, covered head to toe in Black. We didn't need to advertise any club affiliation tonight. Blue turned the ignition off and hopped out, slamming the door shut behind him, rattling the steel cage and jolting Vicky in the front passenger seat. She was wide eyed and wary, watching the action through the glass.

The pile of leather was thrown into a heap in the back of the van, each cut landing on the one before it. Clink was going all out, lowering his ski mask so that only his eyes would be visible, while I opted for my riding bandana tied around my mouth instead. It was easier to move around in, less constricting.

The door handle had a stick to it, but opened with just the right amount of force.

“Wha... what are we doing here?” Vicky was terrified. And rightly so, I mean there were only a few plausible explanations for why a bunch of outlaws would take a woman to the middle of fucking nowhere, packing more heat than a S.W.A.T. team.

I grabbed hold of her arm and drew her out from the safety of the vehicle. She offered what resistance she could but it didn't slow me down much. “Let's go, darlin'. Time get the show on the road.”

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, fumbling around with her words, trying to form a sentence. I held my hand up, eager to shut her up. There was no room for negotiation, this wasn't a fucking democracy.

“Shut it!” I barked. Her mouth quickly sealed tight. I pulled her over to the area where Tiny had thrown the duffel onto the ground.  “Pick it up and open it.”

She followed the instruction and bent down to collect the canvas sack. The zip moved slowly as she balanced the bumpy contents that were shifting within the walls of the luggage. The smell of cold hard cash, and lots of it, greeted us. Her eyes feasted selfishly on the bills.

“One hundred large, just as we agreed. All yours, free and clear.” She eyed me suspiciously, waiting for the hook. There was obviously a hook. “But.....” I grabbed the bag, zipping it closed as I threw it into Blue's unexpecting arms. “First you're gonna do us a little favor.”

Vicky set back on her heels and crossed her arms in defiance. No matter. I didn't need for her to like the assignment. I just needed her to do it. She was biting her lip, anxiously awaiting the details. I didn't keep her hanging long. “You're gonna go knock on the door of the house down the road and ask to see Shade.”

Fear filled her eyes, her pupils engorging as her head shook back forth involuntarily. “The hell I am!  He'll
KILL
me!”

I pulled my piece out and engaged the barrel, with a loud 'click', her eyes blinking hard at the sound. “The hell you ARE! He's not going to kill you. He has no idea you flipped on him, we made sure of it. You're gonna ask to see him and keep him busy.  Distract him while we get something he stole from us. We'll come get you out of there when it's time.” Her head was still shaking itself back and forth, as if it fucking mattered any. “You don't do it, and I
will
kill you... are those really odds you feel comfortable betting on?”

She had her sights pinned on me, moving between my eyes and my gun. “You son of a bitch!”

I smirked, lowering my gun down and walked past her. “Yeah... I'll tell ma you said hi.”

It took us some time to make our way through the brush, toward the house. The lights shining through the old windows were like beacons helping us to hone in on our target. Clink and I took up the helm with Vicky in the middle of the group. I may hold her life in my hands until she earns her pardon, but I sure as hell didn't want her to be taken out needlessly if we were ambushed.

Tiny and Butch brought up the rear, with Blue waiting in the van. As soon as he got the call, he would come speeding down the road to pick us up when we had collected what we came for. We were no more than a hundred yards from the house, hiding behind a small mound of earth.

I nodded at Tiny and whispered, “Send the text to Leo.” He whipped out his phone and hit the send button on the screen. The text had already been prepared and Leo was given his instructions.

I motioned to Vicki and pointed the gun at her. “Time to make a house call, darlin'.” I could see the dread in her. “And don't think of pulling any shit. Tiny and Butch here are going to have the night scopes set on you the whole time. If it even looks like you're trying to cross me, their assault rifles are going to do a hell of a lot of damage.” I lowered my tone. “Just do as we told you, and I promise you'll walk away from this unharmed and one rich woman.”

As soon as the message was received on Leo's end, he would let Marie call the cops with a tip that Lil's had been abducted and was being held against her will over at Hyde Park. The police would have the whole place on lock down discouraging Pop from going through with the meeting. Word would get back to Shade eventually and he would abort the meeting from his end, too... if he was still alive by then. I had plans for that motherfucker.

******

LIL'S

My eyes flew open at the sudden creaking noises. I didn't intend to fall asleep, I had just wanted to rest my eyes a bit. It had been quiet and dark... too much temptation not to close my heavy eyelids. But now the emptiness was filled with shuffling, heavy steps, and loud voices.

The door to my room flew open hard enough to rebound against the sheetrock behind it. Shade stomped his way through, the anger palpable on him. I hadn't laid eyes on him since Emily was killed, however long ago that was. I could feel my blood boiling, the pressure in my veins increasing as I looked at this evil man, this killer.

“You bitch!” he spat. “I don't know how your ol' man did it, but he's gone and fucked around in my business one too many times.” He pulled an old looking gun from inside his leather cut and aimed at me. The light from the hall flooded most of the darkness around me. His aim didn't even need to be spot on to reach me, with him being so close. I instinctively held my arms around my midsection offering whatever bit of protection and barrier I could to the baby.

Chris came running behind Shade. “No!” He called out deeply as he stepped in between us. “There's no time for this Prez. We don't know how much the cops know.” I swallowed hard and thanked God right there and then. I was certain I was staring at death, the same death that Em had looked into, seeing no escape.

Shade barely moved. Chris was standing directly in front of me, shielding me with his body but Shade didn't even waiver his grip on the gun. Would he really shoot his own man just to have a clear shot at me next?

A voice cleared itself. I struggled to see over Chris's shoulder at the newest member of our group. The disgusting man who had backhanded me several weeks ago had entered the room. He looked exactly, and I mean
exactly
the same. I doubt he bathed once since I saw him last.

“Shade.... that stripper you fuck is downstairs. She said she heard from Tom that we were here and she needs to see you. Something about the cops breaking down her door and searching her place for you.”

Shades lip curled in a scowl. He lowered his gun. “That fucking whore just won't disappear, will she?” He looked at Chris. “You stay here and keep an eye on her. I'll take care of this and then I'm coming back to take care of her. And you, too, you little dipshit if you get in my way again.” He angled himself toward the door frame. “Stay with them both until I get back,” he ordered Crotch.

He left the three of us. I relaxed ever so slightly. I was out of immediate danger, for now at least. Chris took the protection of his body away as he stepped toward Crotch. “Brother... you know this is getting out of hand....”

Crotch moved his hand to his belt, no doubt reaching for his gun. The old fuck was out of shape and out of practice though, because no sooner had he moved the leather aside to access the cold hard steel had Chris unsheathed a horrible looking hunting knife and used the heavy handle to hit the top of Crotch’s head, hard.  He fought off his brother's advances for a bit before the effort was too great and he collapsed down to the floor slowly as Chris guided his way.

I began to hyperventilate. My lungs constricting and spasming, searching for air.  I was not sorry to see that man put down but I had seen too much death and violence first hand. 

Chris looked up furiously at me, “Go! Get out of here. I'll be right behind you.”

I somehow found enough oxygen to get my muscles moving, running through the door and down the hallway. I took the stairs two at a time, rushing down closer to my freedom... or my end.  I reached the bottom landing and heard a loud gunshot fill the house.  I instinctively crouched down and covered my head, crawling through the first door I could find.  My ears were ringing loudly and I had lost all sense of hearing. My balance was shifting and I began to feel woozy.  The room I found myself in was empty, but for the couch on the far side of the wall and the dead body in the middle of the room. Another body.  Another puddle of blood spreading its way toward me. There was a gun lying in the growing pool of crimson liquid on the wooden planks not far from me. No doubt dropped in haste after its fatal shot.  

The house erupted in gunfire, shots ringing from all directions it seemed. I crouched low and grabbed the gun, making my way to the corner near the sofa, wedging myself tightly in the small space.    I had never held a gun before. I had seen it done more times than I could even fathom but had never actually held one before. I braced myself, holding the gun in front of me, my hands shaking so badly that the metal of the gun rattled. There were two doors to this room, and I could see both of them from my hiding spot. My eyes darted back and forth between them with razor sharpness as I held the gun at the ready, ready for whatever came my way.