Vengeance: A Kindred Sons Mafia Romance (9 page)

Bella

I left my flat in a daze, letting Jake lead me back to his car and I noticed absently that the windows were still steamed up. Jake muttered and grumbled to himself, every so often I’d hear some sort of expletive being cursed under his breath. He was seriously pissed about this.

Me? I was shellshocked. Even when Ryan had managed to ring up thousands of dollars of debts to the McCauley’s, they’d threatened to beat the shit out of him, but never openly threatened to kill him… or had I been too naive? No wonder Ryan did what he did, firstly I had made my peace with what I thought I was going to do by giving Denver the file, who I now know is part of McCauley’s. That’s every bit as bad as what they’d made Ryan do - except I can’t get caught.

Now I’d managed to go full circle, so instead of helping one mafia group, I’m helping another. The Kindred Sons were the Irish Mafia, no matter how you dressed them up.
How long before they find out about you and you get two death threats, eh, SARAH?
I shook my head to clear my critic away. I couldn’t think like that or I wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.

Jake must have noticed my head shaking, as he placed a comforting hand on my leg as he drove. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Those cunts will pay for this. Mathew’s already got someone changing the lock - do you want anything else from the flat?” I shook my head. I’d made sure to grab my work things - they were the only things I needed for tomorrow morning, everything else can get sorted after that…
when I get back to my flat for long enough to grab everything I need to really disappear
.

The high rises were fading into the distance again. “We’re not going back to your dad’s, are we?” I really hoped not - Carrick might see me as too much bother. I didn’t want to be on any mafia radar, especially if they thought I was a bother.

“Nope.” Was all he said. “I’m hungry. Did ye get enough to eat earlier or could ye eat again?” His eye flicked between me and watching the road ahead as he drove. “I fancy a KFC.”

Fried chicken had never done me wrong before but I didn’t want to appear too keen - women were supposed to be pretty little things that picked at their food. Besides, we’d already ate the stew. “I could eat. I suppose.”

We went around the drive thru. “We’re nearly there, so we may as well eat in the house.” Five minutes later we’d pulled up outside a high wall, waiting as Jake pressed a keyfob he’d had in his pocket. A detached house came into view and although it looked empty in the darkness, I noticed a few blinking lights. Security.
This must be a safe house.

Again, we entered by the back door which led into a small hall and then a large kitchen. The appliances were expensive, as was the furniture but it felt… empty. Functional but not personal. I grabbed a couple of plates from a cupboard and we ate greedily at the table.

“I like a woman who enjoys her food.” He said. I stared, ready to leave. “No, I don’t mean that in a bad way, sweetheart. I love me food, it’s good to see someone else who enjoys theirs the same way.” I went to open my mouth but he leaned over and I was met with a brief kiss. “That’s all I meant, and you know it.”

He stood up, taking all the rubbish with him and dumping it into the trash can outside. I heard him wash his hands in the utility room before coming back in. “Right. I think a little nightcap is in order.” With that he showed me the bottle of Bushmills Whiskey he’d been hiding behind his back. He retrieved two glasses. “Come on.”

The lounge was almost as plain as the kitchen. Expensively filled, but with minimal cozy touches.
A man decorated this
, I mused. He handed me a filled glass and clinked it to his own. “Slante.”

“Cheers,” I responded as I watched him, his Adam's apple bobbed once as he swallowed the whole drink in one go. I followed suit.

“Good girl yerself.” He said, somehow pleased I’d drank all of mine. “Here, let me get that for you.” More brown liquid refilled my glass.

By the third refill I had stopped caring that I felt like I was glowing all over, like a Christmas tree. The smooth whiskey had massaged all my stress away and I was feeling great.

“I was sixteen the first time I got a death threat.” He said, matter of factly. “Da said ye weren’t a real man until someone wanted to end ye.”

“Guess I must be a real woman now then,” I giggled, even though it really wasn’t funny.

“Ah, now, sweetheart. You’re a real woman alright.” His eyes roamed over me. From his spot on the sofa, I could see the front of his jeans and remembered what I had felt hidden beneath the material. “Do ye like what ye see, then?” he asked confidently - almost goading me.

“Yeah.” I said, the drink giving me the courage I lacked.

He lifted his hand to his ear, cupping it. “Sorry, love, I can’t hear ye from there… maybe ye should come over here.” He said cockily.

I stood up, steadied myself a little -
how strong had that stuff been?
And walked over, laying myself beside him and into the crook of his arm where he’d lifted it for me.

“So, were ye saying ye liked what ye saw?” His accent seemed stronger now.

“What’s not to like?” I asked, “Look at you. Not just the muscles but fuck, you have the sexiest eyes. Those eyes could really get a girl in trouble.”

“Nothing about a brain then?” he teased.

I had been through so much lately, and today had been a disaster. I didn’t want to play mind games with this hulk of a man. I needed him to pound me into tomorrow so I could wake up sore but satisfied. I took a deep breath to give myself courage, “I’m not interested in your brains, I just want you to fuck me.”

He eyed me suspiciously, “And just how much have ye had to drink there?” his hands stroking my face. “Is Bella there or is that me whiskey talkin’?”

I slid on top of him, feeling like I needed to do this. “Yeah, I’ve had a couple of drinks but I know what I want… I just need a little courage-juice to help me say it.” My hands roamed over his broad chest then down to find the bottom of his tee shirt and crawl underneath.

The movement made him roll his head back and close his eyes, giving me ample opportunity to truly take his face in. The whole time, my hands journeyed over his rock hard abs, his pecs and I couldn’t resist playing with his nipples like he had started to with mine earlier. His eyes sprung open and I loved how it was me he was looking at - like he wanted to devour every single part of me.

“Awh, sweetheart, you’re too much.” He smiled wickedly, “C’mere,” I leaned down and his mouth claimed mine with a deep kiss. He moved and suddenly he was on top of me, opening my blouse. He stopped for a second to look at my breasts as they spilled over my lace bra. Next thing I knew, he had my top and my bra laying on the floor, his mouth trailing a line of kisses down to my nipple where he took it into his mouth and the sweetest torture.

He moved to the other breast, “Ohh, Jake.” I was a cliche but I didn’t give a fuck.

“Lift up for me, sweetheart.” His hands hand unbuttoned by jeans and he wanted the off me. I obeyed instantly, I suddenly felt too hot and too constricted with them on anyway. He removed my underwear with the jeans, throwing them onto the bundle where my blouse lay. He was completely clothed, yet I was completely naked.

His eyes roamed my body and with the greedy smile on his face I didn’t feel ashamed of my body for one, I felt proud - he seemed to like what he saw. He moved me on the sofa until my ass was at the edge, the low armrest underneath me, and my legs dangling over the side. He sat on his knees and moved towards me, spreading my legs apart as he kissed up one leg, making his way towards my core.

I nearly buckled with that first touch. A simple, long lick of his tongue over my clit was everything there was. I heard another desperate moan escape my lips but I didn’t care - I needed him to do that again.
Please!
He lapped at my pussy, surprising me by taking his time, slow circles mixed with his tongue flicking me shamelessly. Fuck, he knew how to please a woman.

I felt my legs shudder and my breathing hitch, I was close. “Mmm, baby, I wanna make ye come.” Where both his hands had been holding my ass, one moved and two fingers slipped easily into my wet pussy. His mouth continued to build me up, but those fingers drove me over the edge. I felt myself clamp down around his fingers as I rode the wave of sheer pleasure.

I was met with a wicked smile. “You are so fucking sweet, Bella.” He stood and took his tee shirt off. “I could eat you all day long.” I should be shocked at that, but it made me want him more. I watched in anticipation as he unbuckled his belt and his jeans fell easily to the floor. “What was that ye were saying earlier… ye wanted me inside that tight wet pussy?” A shiver of excitement went up my spine. I had just come but I was greedy for more.

He held out a hand, gently pulling me up from the sofa. We stood together, naked and kissing. My hands roamed hungrily as I couldn’t stop touching those muscles. Renewed courage helped me to just reach down and touch him. Stroking him as I held his cock in my hand. Holy hell, he was even bigger than I had thought in the jeans. I was gasping for air when he released me with a smirk.

“I need to be inside ye.” And I couldn’t have agreed more.

Jake

Bella’s body was even better than I’d imagined. I loved those curves and that pussy… a man could lose himself just thinking about it. She was tight, wet, sweet and clearly loved sex… what more could a fella ask for?
Except you know what happens after this one time, don’t you? Nothing - that’s what.

In the past, when I was with a woman I usually licked her pussy, she’d suck my cock and then I’d fuck her, hard. It was a routine that seemed to get them off and then me. But never here, in my home. I needed to taste her pussy, but it didn’t feel right to go by some set-list with Bella. She was so receptive, so willing, in spite of herself. Part of me wanted to bend her over the sofa and pound her from behind, but the other part of me wanted to take her to bed, and if this was only happening once, it would be something for us both to remember.
That was new.

We padded down the hallway into one of the spare bedrooms. I wouldn’t take her to my room, she wasn’t a girl you’d fuck on dirty sheets. I wanted to watch her face as I filled her. The curtains were closed, as they did every evening when it started to get dark - I loved my tech.

I kissed her again. Not something I usually did but as a playmate she gave as good as she got. My cock strained… begging me to remember what it needed. I guided her into the room and moved her towards the bed, lifting the covers for us to get under.

“Kiss me,” I demanded and she instantly obeyed. I moved over her and slid my hand down to touch her again, her hips rocking as my fingers found their home again. Her hand finding my cock, pumping it steadily in her hand. Moments later, her breathing was heaving - as was mine, I realised.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you, Jake.”

“I’ll go grab a condom,” I said, not wanting to leave, but respecting her - the last thing we’d need is that.

“I’m clean.” She said, her hand found my balls, playing with them and making me delirious. She bit my lip and whispered into my ear, “Fuck me, Jake. I need your cock. Can’t you feel how wet I am for you?” she took my hand and brought it back down to her pussy. It was true, she was slick and ready for me. She would need to be, my erection was huge. It was all I could do not to blow my load just listening to her dirty little mouth.

She spread her legs wider as I moved on top of her, the tip of my cock just touching her entrance. I reached down and held her neck as I kissed her tenderly, sliding into her as we kissed. The rhythm was slow and sensual, I took her deeply as I filled her. Her cunt swallowed me, tight around my cock. She rocked her hips to drive me deeper. Before I knew it, my pace  had become relentless, crazy, and I felt a fine sheen of sweat on my skin.

“I wanna be on top.” She said breathlessly and I raised my eyebrows in shock - most of the women I’d been with were off the sack-of-potatoes variety. Bella rose even further in my estimations.

I kissed her again, “Anything, sweetheart.” I winced inside -
don’t make promises
. I lay on my back and watched as she looked at my naked body - her eyes full of anticipation. She licked her lips and then took my cock in her mouth, spinning circles with her tongue and then swallowing me as fully as she could. I hissed and almost lost it right there.

I looked down with what, pride? As I stroked the hair away from her face to watch her pleasuring me. My fantasy replayed in my mind and I held her head as her mouth fucked me. I quickly stopped - women didn’t like that. But my Bella, she carried on the same hard-fuck pace until I begged her to stop. She mounted me apprehensively, maybe regretting the idea? But as she slowly lowered herself onto me she bent down and kissed me again. “I’m gonna enjoy this.” She told me.

She started slowly, and then I almost thought I was dreaming. She started touching herself as she fucked me. Her head tilted back in pleasure as she rode me, her hands playing with her own breasts.
Damn right she was enjoying this.
I thought. And I fucking loved it.

She came quickly and I smiled in satisfaction, watching her face as I felt her come. “That’s it, baby,” I coaxed, “Come for me.” As she was coming I rubbed her clit as she bounced on my cock, pushing her further over the edge and coming harder.

Physically, she was spent but I wanted to tease one more come from her. I pulled her down towards me then rolled us over until she was beneath me again, her legs now wrapped around me. Hair clung to the sweat on her face, and she trembled with the aftershocks of her release. “That’s it, baby, you fuck so good, are you ready for more?”

Her eyebrows shot up in shock. “More?!”

“Yeah, baby, I want you to come for me, one more time.”

“Oh my god!” she said, “I don’t think I can…”

I quietened her with another deep kiss, her mouth accepting me as I explored with renewed energy.
She’ll be sore tomorrow, but she’ll know she’s mine.

This time, I really did screw her slowly, her release tipping me off the edge. I had felt it build slowly, as I poured myself into her, I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d like a shower with me tomorrow.