Exposed: The Elite Book Two, page 14
“Well, my little Chicago transplant, it’s a delicious little donut shop that was started by a minister and his wife after he retired from the clergy. It is sooooo yummy, and they make the best combinations of donut flavors and toppings. The best part is his cute little wife and him are so wholesome and naive, they don’t even realize the double meaning in the name of their shop,” BJ explains to the room.
“Perfection,” Alexie adds with a wicked laugh. “Now let’s go finalize the plan since we have no choice in the location to take this mole down. Unless you just want me to go in alone and kill him?” Alexie states flippantly while looking around at all of us.“What, no?”
I just roll my eyes at how violent he is. We go into depth discussing our plans a bit more for the morning. We decided that Nat and the team will all go to the meeting. The team however will get there extra early to make sure there isn’t any funny shit happening. They will set up the cafe and situate themselves, so they are all hidden behind the scenes. Ingram will have no idea Nat isn’t alone. BJ knows the owners and will talk them into helping us. Alexie will stay put here at the safehouse until he gets word from us.
We sure are placing a lot of trust into the Russian hot-head, hoping he keeps his ass put here, but I don’t think he’ll go anywhere without Nat.
By the time we get our shit together, it has gotten pretty late, especially since we started our day when it was already halfway over. We didn’t need to order any dinner because we over-ordered lunch and there was still so much Indian food left over. So we just heated it up and had leftovers. As we all start to disperse and head our separate ways, BJ goes around the room, one by one, kissing and squeezing the life out of us like we’re going to disappear overnight. When she reaches King, it makes me laugh at how uncomfortable he looks.
Leave it to BJ to be so emotional on a night like this.
As BJ leaves the room, she snaps around quickly and says, “AWW, you guys, we forgot to eat my pie…You know, the one Celly brought out from the kitchen earlier today. I made it for us last night when Stryker was sweet enough to let me have Laney-Poo over to help. It’s a ShooFly Pie. Eat it up. Please enjoy all its yumminess. I’m emotionally exhausted and want some rest before tomorrow’s big event.” She looks around with sadness in her eyes again and blows us all a dramatic kiss with a big wave of her arm before heading upstairs to her room. Marcela decides she’s going to head out too, but she takes a piece of pie for the road.
That just leaves us and Nat. King is her man too. We all know it, even if he wants to be a prick and act like she doesn’t do anything to him. I dish us all out a piece of pie. It’s so good. I’m not surprised because BJ is always making us little goodies and bringing them into the office for us to devour. I have yet to taste something bad that she has baked.
We finish dessert and pick up all the food containers, cleaning the dining room up. Nat and King say their goodbyes and head up to his room.
Based on his ‘hate’ for Nat, it must be miserable for both parties to share that room. King is such a grouchy fuck most of the time.
As I get up to head down the hall, I have a weird feeling that someone is crowding in on me. I turn around to find Alexie right behind me. He pushes me into the corner with his arms bracketing my head.
“What the fuck, dude? Back the hell up! If you wanna talk to me, just fucking say so, damn!” I holler at him while shoving him back out of my personal bubble with my hands on his chest.
“Listen, I’m going tomorrow. Even if I can’t be with my Malyshka, I want to be in the car or somewhere close by. I must know she is safe at all times,” Alexie demands of me with a no-nonsense look on his face.
“Absolutely fucking not, man. Are you high or something? We can’t risk Ingram seeing you! That will put Nat in even more danger. It will risk her safety, not to mention the entire team’s safety,” I bark back at him.
“My Zaychik has been away for too long! Yes, I know this is partly my fault, but I won’t have her meeting your mole without me, at least in the vicinity. I need to be there for her and for my own sanity. I need to be close, I know you can understand that,” Alexie tells me angrily, starting a full-on argument now.
“Okay, Russian Asshole! Let’s get something straight; you hold no power here. I thought you understood and accepted that. I even felt like we were starting to band together on common ground over Nat. You’re fucking lucky we all care about her so much that we’d even allow you to be here, to begin with. If it wasn’t for Nat, you’d be locked up in a fucking cell somewhere at our mercy,” my voice rises along with my anger as I speak to him.
“Oh, you naive little boy, I could have already killed you all and escaped a million times at this point. What you don’t seem to understand is that I wish to take down the Bratva just as badly as you all do. Once they’re no more, I want to live my life in peace with our girl. I know you understand this, stop fighting me.” He reaches a hand out to me as a peace offering to shake it.
Reaching out, I clasp hands with him and let out a heavy sigh. He pulls me in closer, grabbing my elbow with his other hand and intensifying our handshake. “Fine, you can come with us, BUT you must agree to a few things, understand?” He lets go of my hand and gestures for me to continue.
“One...you can NOT under any circumstances have a weapon, got it?” He shrugs and nods. I’m sure he knows at least twenty ways to kill someone with only his hands, so I’m not worried about his safety.
“Two...you must, and I mean MUST, stay by my side at all fucking times.” I point my finger at him like I’m scolding a toddler or puppy. He agrees reluctantly and goes off to his room with a swagger to his walk like he knows he won.
I decide to stay the night at the house in case anything happens that would need my immediate attention. Also, I think we all need to be together in the morning. Slumping my shoulders, I head up to my room, which I rarely use because I’d much prefer my apartment. I shut and lock the door behind me, so I’m not disturbed. I need some time to myself to get in the right headspace. But all I can think about is my Little Fox and how proud I am of her. She was so cunning in her call with Ingram today, and I was very impressed.
I never thought she was fragile or needed protecting; she’s always shown she can hold her own. But now, after today, I’m one hundred percent sure she can. Which makes me feel better about sending her into the lion’s den tomorrow. I decide to shoot her a quick text.
Stryker: Little Fox, get some rest for tomorrow, and don’t forget we’re all going to be there even if you can’t see us…even Alexie.
Natalie: Thank you, handsome. I could use some company, though. Winky face emoji all I have is grumpy ole King over here.
Stryker: As tempting as that is, and you have no idea how nice that sounds, I really do think we all need to get some rest.
Natalie: I know a few sure-fire ways to make you sleepy.
Stryker: Goodnight, Little Fox.
Natalie: Boooo…party pooper, goodnight.
Stryker: blowing kiss face emoji
I take a shower, thinking of Nat the entire time. The sex drive on that damn woman can’t be matched, but I’m sure as hell here to try. I dry off and go lay down fully nude, my sheets are the same black silk ones that I have at home, and they feel amazing against my skin. Melting into them, I relax.
Now, let’s just hope everything goes as planned tomorrow.
King
Nat followed me up to my room. Well, I guess it’s our room for the time being. I’m not sure how I’m going to sleep yet another night on this shitty ass couch. It’s good to sit on to read or watch a show or two, but sleeping on it is for the fucking birds.
Reaching into the hallway closet as I pass, I grab an extra pillow, praying it brings some extra comfort for me tonight. I fluff it up in hopes that it will help let me get at least a solid hour of uninterrupted sleep. After taking a quick shower, I threw on some black sweats while Nat is in the bathroom getting ready for bed.
The bathroom door opens, and Nat comes walking out in a billowing cloud of steam. Jesus Fucking Christ. Reaching down, I discreetly try to adjust my hardening cock. She just strolls around the room like it’s normal for us to be sharing a bedroom. Like it’s not a big deal she’s wearing only a Spice Girls shirt and the skimpiest blue panties I’ve ever seen.
With a lazy swagger, she walks to the bed and gives me a look over her shoulder before climbing up into it. Sitting on the blanket while leaning back against the headboard, she watches me. I’m trying to focus on my pillow and getting my blankets arranged how I like them when I sleep. I try to avoid her stare because I’m not sure how I feel about her yet, or rather, I’m not ready to admit how I feel about her. My cock is doing the thinking right now, and he’s on the we’ve-forgiven-her-train, full steam ahead.
“King, that couch is way too small for you. Why don’t you stop being a baby and just get in the bed?” she asks as she gives the other side of the bed a hard pat with her hand.
“In your dreams, Luci,” I retort dryly. It might also be in my dreams.
“Oh, come on, King. We’re grown adults, I promise not to touch you. Better yet, we can build a pillow wall between us.” She laughs as she rolls her eyes.
“Hell no, Luci! Now, leave it be, I’m fine on the couch,” I growl at her, getting a bit annoyed at her persistence. I’m fine sleeping on the couch. I’m sure soon enough, she’ll be warming the bed of one of her boyfriends instead of being stuck in here with me. I’m actually not sure why she’s still in here after last night, honestly. I’m sure if she wandered next door to Conrad’s or even to Alexie’s room, they’d happily let her stay and not send her back to me.
She rolls her eyes at me again while shaking her head, but she shuts up. Pulling back the blankets, she slides under the covers with a huff. Obviously, I pissed her off by not just getting in the bed with her. I walk over and shut the light off before heading to my couch to try to sleep.
Sitting down, I move the blanket and swing my legs up onto the couch, pulling the blanket back over me. I lay down facing the back of the couch and close my eyes. After twenty minutes of flipping and flopping back and forth and adjusting my pillows and blanket, I give up. Nothing is working. I can’t get fucking comfortable.
“Dammit, King! Get in this fucking bed. I won’t even face your way. We have shit to do tomorrow, and it’s important. You need to be on your best game. Plus, if you sigh or roll-over, making the couch rustle one more time, I’m going to suffocate you with your fucking pillow!” Luci scolds.
I thought she was asleep and couldn’t hear me rolling back and forth or my annoyed huffs. I relent, grabbing my pillow and heading to the opposite side of the bed. Nat mumbles a thank you as she relaxes back into the comfort of her blankets.
“You better stay on your own side of the bed tonight, Kash. I’m not a snuggler,” I chastise as I slide under the same blanket as her, releasing a sigh as I settle down deeper into the bed. The last few nights on the couch had me missing a bed I can actually stretch out on and a blanket that actually covers me all the way.
I’m lost in thought with my eyes closed when I feel something soft and warm caress my leg. Luci is trying to play fucking footsie with me? Christ, does this woman ever listen to anything she’s told? She was specifically told not to touch me. I move my leg with a jolt, growling at her to knock it the hell off.
Laughing, she rolls over and says, “You’re so easy to wind up, King. You should try to relax sometime. Have a little fun.”
Ignoring her, I turn on my side, facing away from her. I’ve just gotten comfortable and start to doze off when I feel her ass push up against me. The heat from her skin burns me through those thin panties she has on. For fuck’s sake!
“Luci, you have about three seconds to get back where you belong, or you’re going to find out what happens when you don’t listen to me. I only have so much restraint, and you’re pushing the fucking line tonight.”
She pushes back against me a little more.
“One…”
Nothing.
“Two…”
She fake snores, and wiggles her ass just a bit. That fucking does it! I climb out of the bed quickly and storm over to her side of the bed. Grabbing hold of her roughly, I turn and sit down on the edge of the bed, positioning her so that she is bent over my lap.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she yells angrily at me.
Reaching over her, I grab one wrist and then the other, holding them both with one of my hands against her lower back. With my free hand, I rub her ass softly before grabbing her little blue panties and ripping them off of her. She gasps but otherwise stays silent.
“I’m giving you the punishment you deserve, Luci. You’ve been a naughty girl, not listening tonight. Pushing my boundaries when I told you to stop. Making me feel things I shouldn’t feel after what you did to us with that Russian asshole. NOW COUNT!” I demand before bringing my right hand down hard on her plump ass cheek.
She whimpers, and I rub the skin that is now pink from my touch. I swat her again, this time bringing my hand down on the opposite cheek. Both of her deliciously plump asscheeks are now marked pink by my hand. She squeezes her thighs together, and I can see the proof of her desire starting to glisten at her core.
“Count, Luci, or I’ll add two for every time you stay silent,” I reach between her body and mine to adjust my hardening cock.
“One,” she murmurs quietly.
Giving her cheek an approving squeeze, I raise my hand again, only to bring it down with another firm smack.
“Two,” she says, and her voice gains more confidence.
After giving her five good swats while she counted like a good girl for me, I decide she’s had enough. For tonight, at least. Releasing her from my lap, she rolls off of me and stands up quickly. She’s staring at me while I watch as her chest rises and falls rapidly, pupils blown wide with desire and her juices leaking down her thighs. She looks hot as fucking hell.
For a few seconds, we just stare at each other without saying a word. Her eyes glance down at my hard-as-steel cock, and before I can say another word, she’s straddling my lap, attacking my mouth with hers. Reaching down, I snag the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, tossing it to the floor beside us. I move my kisses from her lips, down her throat, and to her luscious tit before popping a stiff peak into my mouth. I roll my tongue around her nipple a few times before nipping at it roughly. She moans and wraps a hand around the bun I’ve tied my long hair up in, holding me to her breasts as she grinds her bare pussy against my cock.
Having given her chest the attention it deserves, for now, I pull back and move to kiss her mouth. I run my tongue across the seam of her lips, but she doesn’t open for me, and I growl at her in annoyance. She just smirks and murmurs against my lips.
“You’re overdressed for the occasion.” She slides down between my legs like the little vixen she is. Once on her knees, she grabs the waist of my sweats and quickly pulls them down my thighs as I lift my hips, aiding her in removing the offending clothing. My hard shaft slaps my stomach as it springs free. Tugging my pants all the way down to my feet, I toss them next to her shirt.
She looks up at me through hooded eyes before licking my cock from root to top. After swirling her tongue around the head a few times, she swallows me to the back of her throat. I groan and close my eyes at how good her mouth feels wrapped around my dick. I’m just about to reach out and wrap my hand in her hair when she pulls off me with a pop, licking her lips.
“Choke me, King. You seem to love it. So make me choke on your cock. I can take it, and we both know we want it,” she says with a smirk and cups my balls in her right hand.
Who am I to deny such a request? I tell her to open, she complies, and I feed her my dick slowly until I can feel the head tap the back of her throat. I pull back gently before grabbing her hair and slamming forcefully back into her mouth. I roughly thrust in and out of her swollen lips, hearing her gag when I hit the back of her throat, but I just keep going. She said she can take it, and we both need to know if she is right.
“Such a good little slut, Luci. Taking my cock so well,” I tell her as I push her nose flush with my pubic bone.
When I’m about to come, I release her hair and throw my head back, groaning at how good she feels with her lips wrapped around my cock. I thrust one more time before I feel my balls draw up, and I know I’m about to blow my load. I go to pull out of her mouth completely, but she grabs hold of my ass, pushing my cock into the back of her throat once more. I roar out my release, jets of hot cum shooting down her throat.
She barely releases my cock and wipes her lips with her thumb before I’m standing up, taking her in my arms and throwing her down on the bed. Standing above her, I watch her squirm for a second before grabbing her thighs, wrenching them apart, and attacking her pussy with my mouth like a man starved.
In no time, I have her coming on my tongue. Her back arches as she grinds her pussy into my face, riding my tongue as she comes down from her high. I give her mound a nip and crawl up her body, positioning myself between her legs. Grabbing my cock, I slide it through her wet folds. I need to be clear on what this means before I cross the line more than we already have.
“I don’t know what this means for us, but once my cock is inside you, Luci, that’s it. No more lies or sneaky tiptoing around the truth. You are MINE,” I snarl at her while grabbing hold of her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes so she can see how serious I am. If she betrays me again after this, I won’t recover.
Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine before she answers. “Not mine. OURS. Just the four of you, King. No one else, I swear. Now, fuck me, Daddy!” she says, the last statement almost a whine from her lips.
Not missing a beat, I’m bottomed out inside of her in one swift, savage thrust. She curses my name and moans loudly as I pull out and slam back in. Fucking her roughly with long hard thrusts, just like I did with her mouth. She’s a panting, withering mess as I continue to fuck her into the mattress. I grab a hold of her hip with one hand, and the other reaches down to play with her clit.
