Exquisite Karma (Iron Horse MC Book 4) (23 page)

My inner muscles clenched and spasmed when he thrust two fingers into me, and soon I was coming again while he finger-fucked me hard enough to make my breasts shake.

When he finally removed me from his face, I was useless, totally limp and pretty much unresponsive with my happy glow.

Beach, however, was ready to fuck.

He rolled me onto my back then rubbed his cock over my sensitive clit, making me hiss and writhe against him. It was too much, too soon, but he made me endure the painful pleasure. When the wide, pierced head of his cock pushed into me, I rolled my head with a bone-deep sigh, and his hard length filled me perfectly.

“Shit,” Beach hissed. “You’re so fucking hot and tight.”

“Pregnancy,” I muttered. “More blood flow.”

“Fuck. Shit.” He gave an experimental stroke. “So good. I ain’t never leavin’ this pussy, gonna have you knocked up all the time.”

If I’d been able to think of anything beyond his fat cock inside of me, I would have argued with him about being used as a broodmare, but holy crap could he fuck.

Beach worked his hips with each thrust in a way that sent bursts of pleasure through me, my body heating up until our slick skin slid together. He hunched over me, careful to keep his weight off my stomach, and began to kiss me deeply while we moved together. A deep climax flowed through me and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, loving the way he began to grunt as my pussy squeezed him tight again and again. Moving faster now, Beach fisted my hair and forced me to look at him, his eyes boring into mine.

For my final orgasm of the night, we went over together, and I was asleep before the last waves of release moved through me.

Carlos “Beach” Rodriguez

I’d anticipated Mimi’s arrival, but not at the break of fucking dawn. Sarah and I had spent the night going at it again and again until she’d passed out. Evidently pregnancy had her starving for my dick and I wasn’t complaining about the lack of shuteye. Being tired this morning was a fair price for the amazing orgasms I’d given her last night. Just the memory had a satisfied smile curving my lips as I chowed one of the breakfast burritos Mimi brought with her when she showed up at the clubhouse with two of Sarah’s Stefano cousins.

Satisfaction and profound relief filled me as I glanced over at Sarah sitting next to me, doing her best to finish off a second giant breakfast burrito.

Safe, thank God she was safe.

Every touch, every taste of her last night had been magnified by my overwhelming relief at having her whole and well in my arms again.

Her and my daughter.

Dear God, I’m going to be a father.

Unable to help myself, I reached out and stroked the back of Sarah’s neck, smiling to myself as her cheeks went pink. When her sparkling pale blue eyes met my own, I could see her love for me shining bright. I wasn’t the only one happy about our reunion and I was so fucking thankful she’d forgiven me for being such a giant dick. I should have ignored Vance and his conspiracy bullshit that Sarah was somehow involved. Motherfucker almost had me believing his bullshit. True, he’d been right about where the girls were being kept and had managed to rescue them, but that didn’t mean he was right about Sarah. She was loyal with every ounce of her formidable heart, and she was all mine.

We were seated in a small conference room in the clubhouse, about half the size of the room where they held church here. Smoke sat next to me on the right, while Sarah cuddled into me on my left. I’d tried to get her to go back to bed, but she’d ignored me once she learned her stepmother was here. Swan was still sleeping and Mimi wanted to keep it that way.

I personally thought they were underestimating Swan’s ability to deal with shit, but both Mimi and Sarah were overprotective of Swan to the point of going a little overboard with it. Sarah had explained her paranoia by saying that once, when Swan was ten, something had happened to frighten her badly and she went almost catatonic, retreating from the world until Mike and Mimi feared she’d never resurface. Eventually she’d snapped out of it, but the experience had led to Mike and Mimi becoming even more overprotective of Swan.

Normally I’d fight for Swan’s presence here because she deserved to know what was going on, and it was dangerous to keep her in the dark, but I bit my tongue. Smoke was here and that pussy-whipped bastard would tell his woman everything. Like the fact that we were getting ready to head into what could be a deathtrap.

So far, Mimi hadn’t told us dick about what was going on, other than to say she could now openly help them as a representative of the Stefano Mafia as they attended the meeting we’d all be heading to soon. When Sarah had questioned her about the Novikov
Bratva
getting involved, Mimi had refused to say a word, but I was pretty sure the news wasn’t good. She had something up her sleeve, I can’t believe she’d leave her daughters’ collective asses hanging out in the wind, but whatever it was, she was holding her cards close to her chest.

Sarah took another huge bite of her breakfast, then chugged a gulp of milk. “So I’m going to ride with you, Mimi?”

“Yes.”

I started to protest that Sarah wasn’t leaving my sight but Mimi held up her hand and gave me such a hard look that I bit back my words.

“Carlos, you will be riding up front, but Sarah and I will be in the rear of the SUV with the privacy panel up. This is not because we will be plotting your murder, but rather so I can coach my daughter on the meeting ahead. If you are there you will distract her, and we cannot afford that.”

“Fine,” Sarah said quickly while squeezing my thigh. “But once we’re at the meeting Beach is sitting next to me. I don’t care what anyone thinks or says.”

Mimi’s lips twitched, but she nodded. “Agreed.”

The door to the room opened and Swan came in, a confused frown on her face that melted away the instant she saw her stepmother. “Mimi!”

My woman gave a small sigh as she watched Mimi and Swan hug.

“You okay?” I whispered against the silk of her hair.

She wiped a tear away, but nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Just happy to see them together. I was afraid…well…I was afraid.”

She didn’t need to say any more. I was all too familiar with fearing for my loved ones, and I wouldn’t wish on anyone the sick feeling of knowing the woman I adored beyond reason was in very real danger. Once again my hand found the back of her neck as I stroked her skin, more to soothe myself this time than her.

Across the table, Mimi and Smoke spoke to each other in low voices, but my attention was focused on breathing Sarah in, on feeling the heat and life emanating from her.

I placed a gentle kiss on her temple, the faint scent of her makeup reaching my nose. She wore a sexy black business suit with a shimmering gold top beneath that was at once classy and sexy. Paired with some sleek black heels and conservative gold jewelry, she reeked of elegance and class. Mimi had supplied her with the outfit, and I had to admit my future mother-in-law knew her shit about dressing a woman in what amounted to the female version of armor. I don’t care who you are, any heterosexual man is affected by the sight of a drop-dead gorgeous woman, and Sarah’s about as pretty as they come.

Swan was a stark contrast to my woman’s sophisticated beauty. She wore a pair of dark brown pants with almost bell-bottoms and a loose cream sweater belted around the waist with a gold chord. As the sweater pulled tight on her hips with her movements, I noticed what was probably a gun on one side and a knife on the other. I couldn’t help but grin as I thought about the weapons Sarah had, no doubt, strapped to herself as well.

The conversation switched to Sarah’s pregnancy as the other women fawned all over her. Right now Swan was holding Sarah’s hand as they leaned together and whispered while Mimi talked to Smoke. A piece of me that’d been torn away was finally filled again by my soon-to-be wife and baby. My gut clenched as the thought of all she’d been through, all the dangers we still had to deal with, threatened my self-control. It was only with a great deal of effort that I was able to suppress the urge to snatch Sarah up and disappear with her, never to be seen again. I could do it, but she’d hate me, and I’d rather gut myself than lose her love.

By the time we arrived at the meeting with the Boldin
Bratva
and the Israelis, the other representatives were already there. Mr. Dahan, a big player in the international criminal underworld, was representing the Israeli Multoz Criminal Family, a huge smuggling organization that controlled much of the Middle East trade routes. A dark-skinned man with a bold nose, Mr. Dahan was in his early thirties but he’d lived a hard life. His light brown eyes studied everyone, constantly, like he was expecting an attack at any minute. An aloof distrust radiated from him, but when he looked at Mimi, a small muscle on the side of his neck would begin to twitch. He was good at being a cold motherfucker, but Mrs. Mike Anderson scared him.

Not that I blamed him, right now Mimi was as lethal as a great white shark surfing the cold ocean depths in her pretty business suit that showed off her toned legs to her advantage.

Sarah sat next to me with Swan at her side. Smoke was somewhere behind us, along with a bunch of Mike’s stone-faced friends, each a legend in his own right. Ghost, the associate of Mike’s who kept me from getting my ass blown up, was there as well, a surprisingly normal-looking guy with dark brown hair and thin lips. If it wasn’t for his calculating, cold blue eyes, I wouldn’t have recognized him without his camo makeup.

From across the wide wooden table, Mr. Loktev, a thick, balding man with bad acne scars on his cheeks, stared at Sarah as she laid out her terms.

The tension in my woman was growing, but so far she’d managed to keep her cool. The tips of her ears turned red and I inwardly groaned, urging her to hold her temper in check. A wave of what I can only describe as sparking anger came from her a moment before she said in a smooth, almost seductive voice, “You and I both know that your reputation hasn’t been harmed, because not only did you find the items she stole from you, I know there were some very expensive, very interesting toys there as well which will make you a ton of money. And don’t try to bullshit me. I saw them with my own eyes, and I know what they are worth.”

Mr. Loktev wasn’t a man used to anyone defying him, let alone a woman, and he glared at her. “You do not know this for sure. Since you were not there, you can only assume that the extra weaponry was where you said we’d find it.”

Mr. Dahan’s gaze met mine across the table as the situation rapidly began spiraling out of control. I held those deadly eyes, letting him see the merciless animal that lived inside of me who would kill anyone and anything to keep my woman and baby safe. His lids lowered just the faintest bit, then his attention turned to an increasingly agitated Sarah as she gripped her hands into fists on top of the table.

“We had an agreement.”

“If,” Mr. Loktev said with a grim smile, “you paid the interest, dear Sarah.”

All at once, the professional muscle on the other side of the table all focused their attention on Mimi, and I wondered which of them she was going to kill first.

Blood was about to be spilled, and I’d already planned the best way to get my woman out intact.

I might not make it, but she would, and that was good enough for me.

All I needed was Mimi to start this shit show and I’d destroy these motherfuckers, starting with who I deemed the greatest threat, Mr. Dahan.

Before we reached that fatal point of no return, the doors behind me opened and I followed everyone else’s gaze as we all turned to see who the fuck would dare interrupt this meeting.

I bit back a bark of laughter as Tom fucking Sokolov breezed into the room looking like he’d just stepped out of a
GQ
magazine.

The dark blue suit he wore stood out in a sea of camo, leather, and jeans, as did his thousand-dollar haircut and thick black-rimmed glasses. Built with slabs of muscle like a linebacker, he was big enough that no one would ever tease him about his slightly nerdy looks. He spotted Smoke and paused for a moment to talk to him. Sarah glanced over at me and the confusion in her gaze probably matched my own. We both looked back at Tom as he took a seat next to Mimi, who glared at him like he’d just taken a shit in her rose garden. He merely grinned at her, then winked over at Swan and Sarah before lifting his chin at me.

Voices whispered all around us, and not all in English, as Tom took a moment to adjust his jacket before meeting the gazes of the men across the table.

The smug, cocky smirk he gave Mr. Dahan and Mr. Loktev had me raising an eyebrow, hoping his arrogant ass wasn’t about to get us killed.

Instead of reaching across the table and smacking the smirk off his face, Mr. Loktev paled and stammered out, “Mr. Sokolov, it is good to see you again.”

For a moment my view of Tom was blocked by Sarah and Swan, then he leaned forward and tapped the table with a large manila envelope. “We would like to propose a trade.”

Mr. Loktev blustered, “I don’t—”

“This is not a trade for you, but for your boss, Mr. Boldin.” The teasing grin fell from Tom’s face as he abruptly switched to Russian.

I studied Mr. Loktev while Tom spoke, and I would have given my left nut to know what my friend was saying to the older man because he looked like he’d just been kicked in the gut.

Loktev switched back to English, his voice strained. “You would make this trade? What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want; it’s what Ms. Anderson wants. Agree to all of her terms and drop all penalties. I’m aware of exactly what you received in addition to the missiles.” Tom leaned back in his chair while Sarah reached under the table for my hand, then squeezed it hard. “We’re taking care of your import, and you will split the profit fifty-fifty with the Anderson sisters. None of these terms are negotiable. Do we have a deal?”

With an almost eager look, Mr. Loktev nodded. “Then it is done. Ms. Anderson, the Boldin
Bratva
agrees to your terms. We will discuss payment arrangements with Mr. Sokolov.”