Wicked Secrets, page 7
He knew he was hurting her, but with that pain came pleasure, and by the sounds she was making, Lexi was enjoying every bit of his attention.
“Yes, Sam! Yesyesyesyesyes!”
He tried to hold off, to keep his orgasm from cresting, but it was just too fucking hot and her pussy was so crazy wet and tight. She spasmed, her body quivering, letting him know that she was close too. He let go of her hair, watching as it cascaded over her shoulders to hang around her face like a veil. Slipping his hand down her front, he put his fingers to work on her clit. Seconds later, she was screaming through another orgasm, her whole body shaking. His cock exploded right along with her, spewing cum into the condom so hard that he was sure the thing would bust open.
He rode her until every last shudder had stopped, and yet her pussy kept clenching him hard, like she didn’t want him to pull out. Fuck, he could stay there forever.
Best fuck of the century.
She was panting and laughing, and so was he.
“Whoa!” She turned a bit as if to look over her shoulder at him.
He reached forward, his cock still embedded inside her, and undid the blindfold. “Good?”
She nodded slowly. “Very.” Her eyes were dazed and her smile lazy, like her brain had truly been fucked out of her head.
He pulled his cock out before discarding the condom. “Let’s go eat the rest of this stuff in bed.”
“Mmmm, yes please.” She ran her hands down her torso, stopping just above her pussy. “Everything is tingling.” She looked down at herself then smiled when she looked back up at him. “You did a number on me.”
Lexi’s body showed the marks of Sam’s attention. There were red splotches where the wax had burned, and her nipples were still bright pink and budded prettily. He trailed his eyes over her ass as she moved out of the closet before climbing onto the bed. There were nice-looking welts from the spoon marking her skin there too.
“That wasn’t too much?” He knew the answer but felt compelled to ask anyway. It was hard not to see Lexi as vulnerable with all the delicate features she had, and added to that, the bubbling scar tissue that spoke of major trauma. He picked up the tray of food then carried it to the bed.
“It was perfect.”
He propped up a couple of pillows for her, then adjusted some for himself before climbing up into the bed next to her, the tray of food laid out for them. “I wasn’t sure if you liked oysters, but they were available, so I figured why not?”
“Not my favorite, no.” She picked up an olive and popped it into her mouth. “But the sushi is amazing.” She bypassed the package of chopsticks and picked up the sushi with her fingers. “It helps me,” she said, waving the sushi around. “To welcome the pain like that. To invite it. You know?” She popped the roll into her mouth.
“Yeah, I do know.” He ran his hand over his chest, rubbing where he remembered the most pain, both inside and out. “Getting inked helps me with that too.”
She nodded, her mouth full of sushi.
“I probably sound like a poor little rich kid saying this, but growing up with the kind of money my folks have… It creates expectations and pressure.”
“I can imagine.” She grabbed a handful of cashews. “More so probably because of the crime element.”
Exactly. He closed his eyes. “I didn’t realize how bad it was—how bad they were and still are. I grew up in a bubble, thinking that it was normal for a family to be guarded by a dozen men with guns at all hours of the day and night. I thought nothing of having personal security with me wherever I went. Then the show happened, and I realized how fucked up it all was. My family played up the crime boss stuff too, made it mainstream in some ways. It was all bullshit, though. My family is one-hundred-percent into white-collar crime, extortion to some degree, intimidation and threats, but as far as I know, they aren’t murderers. They never came out and said on the show that we did that kind of thing, but all the same, people were writing emails and sending mail that idolized my family for things that should have brought the FBI knocking on our door. I guess because nothing was ever admitted outright.” Sam sighed.
It was all so complicated. He’d left his family because of that shit. It had been too much to handle and so far from normal that Sam hadn’t been able to take it any longer. His father had expected him to pick up the reins and take over the operations, but Sam had had other plans. “There was one episode… I’d come home from college for the weekend and they were filming—”
“You were on the show?” She nearly choked on a fig.
He snorted, reaching over to pat her back. “It’s not worth choking over. Trust me.”
She took a sip of water. “I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be on that show.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He brushed his fingers through his hair and tugged at the elastic, pulling it free so the waves cascaded to his shoulders. “There are a few episodes that I’m in, actually. It was in the contract that I’d make appearances every eight episodes or something. They cut scenes to make me look a certain way.”
“Like how?” She leaned closer, her eyes intensely focused on him.
“Oh, you know, the calm, highly intellectual, reasonable one.” He snorted again. “I think the audience felt I was a giant pussy, though. I never got into it with my folks or my cousins on camera, and anytime they started to get me riled up, I walked away. The director made it work so that I was the strong, silent one, apparently exceptionally deadly. They caught me one day out with Dad at the shooting range. I’m a pretty good shot—and that turned into a storyline for them, like I was some kind of hitman for my family or something.”
“Maybe I should watch the show.” She winked.
“Please don’t.” He laughed. “I was very much a pretty boy back then—clean cut, fully shaved, golf shirts.”
Her eyes went wide. “Now I really want to see an episode.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her all the while she giggled like a maniac. “It’s not a good look for me.”
She stopped laughing and put her hand on the side of his face. “I like your look.” She moved closer, her eyes still locked on his. “Thank you for taking care of me today.”
“It was my pleasure.” His voice came out all gravelly.
“And mine.” She kissed him—just a soft, gentle kiss, but it made his heart thunder and his head swim. “I hope you’ll do it again before the weekend is over.”
“That is something I can definitely promise.” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. “I’d like to maybe keep you—”
Someone knocked hard on the door.
Sam got up quickly and threw on a pair of boxers. Lexi was already covering up with a sheet.
“Yo, Samuel. Open up!” Devon’s booming voice vibrated through the door.
Sam opened it enough to shield Lexi as much as possible. “What’s up, man?”
“Here.” He thrust a charger at him, his gaze roving in search of Lexi, no doubt. “The girls said you were looking for one.”
“Right. I was.” He took the charger. “Thanks.”
“You two still sleeping? Fuck, get your asses out of bed. We’ve got an excursion planned for tonight!”
“What excursion?” Sam was wary. He knew the ship had been moving all night but hadn’t checked to see where they were headed.
“Key West, baby!” Devon pulled his sunglasses over his bloodshot eyes. “I rented a place there so we can par-tay.” He lowered his voice. “Actually, I meant to tell you last night. Hey, could you come out here a minute?”
Sam looked over his shoulder at Lexi and said, “Be right back,” before stepping out with Devon. “What did you mean to tell me?”
“I’ve set up a meeting for you”—he pulled off his sunglasses and started fidgeting with them—“with a couple of my associates who want to talk to you.”
Sam’s hackles rose. “What associates?” he growled.
Devon raised his hands. “Whoa, man. There’s no need to get all pissed. I’ve been hanging with these dudes who are, like, in love with your dad or something. They want an intro.”
“An intro.” Sam crossed his arms. “Like I’m some kind of fucking celebrity who wants fans?”
Devon still had his hands up. “I know. I know. I had to—” He leaned in closer. “These dudes, they do some good work. I think you’ll want to hear what they have to say.”
“Who are they?”
Devon grinned. “Not who you think. Trust me. You’re going to like these guys.”
“Devon…”
He was already walking down the hall, his sunglasses back on. “Limo leaves in an hour. Be ready. Oh, and tell your girl that she’s sitting next to me at dinner. It’s my turn to get to know her.”
Key West. Fuck. Sam went back into the stateroom and closed the door but didn’t turn around. There were so many bad possibilities when it came to the dudes Devon wanted Sam to meet. If he weren’t a reporter, hungry for a story, he’d blow this meeting off completely, but now he was pissed and intrigued, and that was a shitty combination for his mental health and general wellbeing. He ran his hand through his hair as he turned around, tugging at the knots in frustration.
“Is everything okay, Sam?” The bed creaked as Lexi moved toward him.
“Devon’s got something cooked up that involves my dad somehow. He wants me to meet with gang leaders or crime bosses or something. He was being irritatingly vague.”
Lexi’s eyes widened. “That sounds ominous.”
“Yeah, no shit, right?” He flashed a grin at her. “You bring a sexy dress with you?”
Chapter Eight
“I need a sexy dress for your meeting?” Lexi wasn’t stupid. There was a glint in Sam’s eyes when he was excited about something. Right now he might be angry at Devon, but he was also intrigued by whatever Devon had told him—and Lexi was coming along for the ride.
“Right, yes, this might be dangerous. Shit!” Sam paced away from the door and Lexi let the sheets that were covering her fall away so she could get up too.
“Hey, you wanna fill me in on what’s going on?” She used her soft voice, the one she knew would calm any beast of a man. “Maybe I can help.”
“Devon’s set up a meeting between me and some dudes.” He air-quoted the last word. “They’re after a connection to my father, so you know we’re not talking about upstanding citizens.”
“You expected that, though.” Lexi perched herself on the corner of the bed.
“I overheard him talking on the phone last night when I went to his room.” Sam held up the charger. “He came in while I was searching, and I managed to hide in the bathroom before he saw me.”
“Very stealth.” She winked.
He cracked a smile, the flash of anger she’d seen seconds ago slipping away. “Well, it was stealth until your Kitty Cats came to the door. I figured, better to make up some excuse than get caught trying to hide in the curtains or whatever.” He laughed. “So I opened the door and invited them in.”
“Smooth.” Lexi nodded toward the charger. “I’m guessing he’s none-the-wiser.”
Now Sam really laughed. “You’ve met Devon, right?”
Lexi laughed along with him. “Right.”
“He’s after Sabine.” Sam’s smile fell away again. “And he’s going to try to get to her through you.”
“I figured.” She tapped her head. “I’m not as stupid as people think I am. None of the Cats are.”
“I never thought you were stupid.”
He sounded offended, like she’d hurt his feelings for even suggesting that he thought that way about her.
“Many men do, though, so it’s usually a safe assumption.” She shrugged. “He asked for me specifically. He wants me here. You’ve cockblocked him a couple of times already. I’m sure he’s anxious to pick my fluffy brain.” She giggled in an exaggerated way, then rolled her eyes. “I’m in the inner circle, aren’t I? Close to Sabine.”
He cracked a smile, but it was fleeting. Then he started pacing. “It’s dangerous. We’re entering territory that could lead to trouble.” He winced. “I put out a few requests to confidential sources last night, people who may have some idea what’s going on with Devon, but I haven’t heard back yet. I talked to the staff a bit, but they didn’t have much to say to me. I need to get Devon alone. Have some guy time.”
“I’ve got the Cats on him.” Lexi moved to the closet and got a shiver at the memory of what he’d done to her in there. Her body was still sore in all the right ways, tiny reminders every time she moved that would be with her all night. “They’ll check in as soon as they can safely do so.” She slipped on a pair of panties, then thought better on it and pulled them back off. Her black dress was form-fitting and she liked to go bare when wearing it. She grabbed it from the hanger and unzipped the back. She shimmied into it, running her hands down her sides to smooth out the fabric. It fit her like a glove, hugging every part of her body. She walked out of the closet with a pair of heels dangling from her hand.
Sam was standing there contemplating her, his hand stroking that fine beard of his. “So what’s your strategy?”
She turned her back to him. “Zip me up, please.”
He ran his finger gently down her spine, which gave her another shiver. Her whole body tingled whenever he laid his hands on her. “Your Cats will be discreet?”
She glanced over her shoulder, her expression answering such an asinine question.
“Right.” He chuckled then zipped her up. “These guys we’re meeting… If they’re who I suspect, it’s a shaky alliance between two shitheads who move drugs through the Keys, up the coast and into the noses of every partier in South Florida and probably beyond, at this point.
“Rose said they’re bad news. That they carry guns at all times and threaten Devon regularly.” Lexi bent down to put her shoes on, wincing a little at the stiffness of her back.
“Who’s Rose?” Sam knelt in front of her and took the shoe out of her hand. Without missing a beat, he gently slipped one on, then the other. She braced herself with his shoulders.
“Thank you.” She should be embarrassed. That would be her usual reaction to someone helping her like that, but strangely, she wasn’t. Sam knew what she needed, like he was reading her at every moment. “Rose is one of the cleaners. I chatted with her while you were sleeping. I think she knows more but she was too scared to really get into it with me. She said that Devon had a meeting recently with ‘the bad men’ and they were doing a lot of yelling about getting things done or else. It scared her enough to ask for a sick day, the first one she’s ever taken in eighteen years of working as a cleaner for various yacht owners.”
“Guns are not out of the ordinary in Florida, but if these are the drug runners I’m thinking of, then yeah, we’ve got something to be worried about.” He finished slipping on her second shoe, then ran his hands over her hips as he straightened. “I’ll make sure I’m sitting on the other side of you at that dinner table.”
“No, we need to split up. Let me work on Devon.” She batted her eyelashes, earning a cocked eyebrow from Sam. “This is what I’ve been trained to do. I’m good at getting information out of powerful men. Trust me.” Or, at least, she used to be good at it. “His guard will be down with me.”
Sam looked skeptical. Not surprising really, considering that the inner workings of the Kitty Cats were kept very secret. She’d have her doubts too if she were an outsider looking in. But what came out of his mouth was refreshingly different from her assumptions. “Considering I couldn’t get a lot out of the staff myself, I’d say you’re probably better to do the covert interviewing. Just know that I’ve got your back.”
She leaned up so she could kiss him, which he deepened with his skillful tongue. “You should know that I’m not wearing panties,” she whispered once their kiss ended.
Sam reached around to grab her ass with both hands, squeezing her enough for her to feel the welts he’d left from the spoon. “And that’s why we make a good team.”
She laughed. Are we a team? Sam had always been off limits as far as the Kitty Cats were concerned. Sabine had been pretty explicit in warning them against ever talking to him about any details related to the organization. And yet, she knew that Sabine thought very highly of him. She’d feed him stories that she wanted expert coverage on, even if the information was damaging to her personally. Bad press was good publicity. Even though Lexi wasn’t technically a Kitty Cat anymore, she was definitely going to hold back any information that might hurt her ex-boss’ reputation. So, Sam might think they were partners in this, but Lexi had to keep him out of the loop if the need arose, at least until she could touch base with Sabine or even Adam, her head of security, for direction before she took any action.
And that made her feel very torn. She liked Sam…a lot—not only because he did fantastic things to her body but also because he was in control, intelligent and seemed to get her on so many different levels. She wanted to be partners with him.
“Okay, I guess I better put some more clothes on.” He let her go with a smack on her ass then turned to survey the room. “What do you need before we go? Your purse?”
“I carry some meds in there, just in case.” She beelined for the small clutch she liked to use.
“But you don’t like using them.” His voice was muffled, and she realized he’d gone into the closet. When he remerged a few minutes later, he was wearing black dress pants and a blue button-up shirt. Classy yet casual. He looked gorgeous.
“I have to use them and that pisses me off. I have to take them every damn night at least. But as long as I don’t do anything stupid, I can usually get away with only taking a few.” She actually had to take double doses some nights, even when she didn’t do anything stupid, like twisting her back, lifting something that was not even the least bit heavy, bending over…or ofttimes just existing.
“So gymnastics of any kind is out.” He moved to the bathroom and quickly tied his hair, half up, half down. She loved his hair like that. It made him look like a total badass.
