Exposed: The Elite Book Two, page 15
Feeling my balls start to tighten, I know I’m close again, but my woman needs to come one more time before I’ll let myself go over the edge.
“Come, Luci! Come on my cock, be a good slut for Daddy!” I growl, pinching her little nub.
She arches off the bed like a woman possessed, screaming my name. Her pussy tightens around my cock like a vice, and I’m done. Tightening my hold on her throat, I shoot my seed deep into her fluttering center.
Covered in sweat, I collapse onto the mattress next to her. She rolls over, so she’s on her side facing me.
“No more lies, King, I swear it. I didn’t plan for any of this. I’m glad it went the way it has, though. I kinda like Conrad, Stryker, and you,” she tells me as she runs her finger up and down my chest. As she moves to get off the bed, I grab hold of her and pull her tight against my body.
“King!” she chuckles. “I need to go clean up the mess you made of me.”
“No, I want you to feel me between your legs all night. And when you wake in the morning, I want you to have a reminder of who owned your tight little pussy tonight,” I tell her sternly, wrapping her tightly in my arms.
She doesn’t fight me, just rolls over, so her ass is pushed up against my cock, and it jumps at the contact. She’s going to be the death of me! I close my eyes, and in no time, I succumb to the darkness, falling asleep with my woman in my arms.
I wake up the next morning to the bright light of the sun shining through the sheer curtains in the room. I blink open my eyes and look at the clock on the nightstand; eight in the morning. Hmm, I haven’t slept that long or that good in a long time. Nat’s still passed out in the bed, and I can see the lingering marks from my hold on her body from last night.
She rolls over, blinks her eyes open slowly, and looks at me. She opens them all the way and, with a smile on her face, leans over me to give me a kiss.
“Regretting last night?” she asks quietly.
I roll us, so she’s on top of me, her bare pussy rubbing against my already hard cock. I grind against her hot, wet core as I ask, “Does this feel like I have regrets?” She whimpers. Just as I’m about to lift her and slide her onto my cock, someone starts banging on the door, hollering through the wood door.
“Prince-y! Get your cock out of our Queen. Let’s go, we have a mole to exterminate!”
“God fucking dammit, Volkov!”
Nat
I’m still straddling King as a giggle slips free at the frustrated look on his face. He growls, opening his mouth to say something when his phone dings. Before he can reach for the nightstand, I lean forward, shoving my boobs into his face to snatch up his phone before he can. King bites down on my nipple, and I yelp, pulling away.
“Ready for round two?” King asks as he releases my nipple, and I’m able to sit up.
He starts to grind his hardness between my folds, reaching around me to grip my ass cheeks, and position me where he wants. Yesterday’s releases make a mess between us, causing it to be slippery and adding to the delicious friction each time he rubs up against me. I moan as my nipples tighten, and his eyes lock on them as he lifts my core directly above his morning erection.
“Does it look like I’m ready?” I ask breathily while slowly sinking down onto his manhood. I prepare to ride him, using one hand to sweep my hair over my shoulder, and with the other, I reach up to ease the ache in my hardening nipples when I remember I still have his phone in my hand. I glance at the lit-up screen and chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” King snarls.
“Well, do you think round two would last longer than fifteen minutes?” I ask a confused looking King. I turn his phone screen towards him in explanation, and he reads the message from Stryker.
Stryker: Everyone in the dining room in 15 minutes.
King lets out an exasperated sigh before exclaiming loudly, “I’ve been sitting back, not interrupting anyone’s time with you, and as soon as I finally have you, I have assholes like Volkov banging on the door an–”
Another hard rap on the door vibrates the wood before we hear Alexie yell, “That asshole is still out here! Now, stop whining like a little bitch and fuck her, so I can listen.”
I laugh for a moment until King swats my asscheek hard with one of his hands. “Ouch,” I screech. Not letting him get away with that, I reach down and twist one of his nipples roughly.
King grabs my wrist, threatening, “Be careful, Luci, or I’ll need to punish you again.”
Even more, wetness is added between us when my pussy flutters around him, building an aching sensation inside of me. After last night, I would let this man punish me however he wants. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I look down at him, his intense eyes staring back at me.
Ding.
Stryker: 10 minutes.
This time, King snatches the phone from my hand. “Bossy asshole,” he murmurs. When he looks back at me, his eyes filled with disappointment. “We need to be down there in ten minutes. As much as I want to lay claim to you…” He sets his phone on the table next to the bed and runs both hands up and down my thighs before continuing, “today is serious, and we have to be ready.”
My lips jut out into a pout. “Way to be a pussy block,” I spit out as I push myself off of him and onto the floor, standing in front of King completely naked. I decide to torment him by continuing to stand there with my hands on my hips, putting my body on full display, so he can see what he’s turning down this morning.
King throws his head into the pillow and presses his hands against his eyes. “Fuck!”
When he stays in that position, I take it as my cue to leave and walk into the bathroom for a quick shower. It’s probably a good idea to wash off the remnants of King. Or I could take that part of him in there with me. Dirty Bitch.
I shower quickly and dry off in the bathroom, deciding to torture King one last time before we head downstairs. As I walk back over the threshold of the bathroom, I casually toss my towel on the floor and walk further into the room, fully nude.
“Holy Shit!” BJ shouts out. “No wonder those men downstairs are falling all over you,” BJ comments from her spot on the couch.
My gaze meets BJ’s wide eyes, and we both stare at each other for what feels like a second too long before I scoop my towel off the floor and drape it across the front of me.
“Sorry, BJ,” I say in a very embarrassed tone. “I really wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
A large smile spreads across BJ’s face. “That’s pretty obvious.” She starts to laugh, and it’s contagious as we laugh together. She rests her elbow on the armrest and sets her chin on her hand. “So, do tell, my little vixen friend. Were you trying to woo a certain disgruntled tattooed gent again this morning?” A mischievous smirk makes its way on her face like she knows exactly what I was doing.
Then I realize what she said. “Again?” I ask her.
She lifts her head and points her hand at a vent on the floor. “I believe that vent connects to the one in my ceiling. My room is just below yours,” she informs me, and my mouth drops open as my cheeks start to flush with embarrassment. BJ heard King and me fucking last night?
“No need to worry or feel embarrassed,” she assures me. “If anything, you should be proud of the performance you put on.”
“I’m so sorry, BJ, I really am,” I continue, “I don’t want to keep–”
BJ puts her hand up to stop me from talking and stands. “Stop apologizing, Nat. I, for one, am THRILLED you and King finally gave in. He was an absolute bear to be around and not a cute, cuddly bear either. All that sexual tension between you two was really messing with my energy.” BJ walks over to the door and opens it but stops in the doorway. “You can just buy me some noise-canceling headphones, and we’ll call it even. Get ready before Stryker comes up here to get you. I have a feeling his reaction to you standing here naked would take a bit more time and effort. None of which we can afford to lose today.” With a quick wink and smile, BJ crosses the threshold and closes the door behind her.
Everyone is gathered downstairs when I enter the dining room. Alexie stands quickly and pulls back a chair for me. As I sit, Stryker slides me a plate filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. I pick up my fork to dig in as Conrad sets down a glass of orange juice next to my plate. Well, fuck, if I couldn’t get used to this.
“Damn, who do I have to fuck to get served food and treated like a princess around here?” Marcela snarks from the other side of the table. I glance up at her, not sure how she meant it, as I’m still unsure where Marcela and I stand. She’s the last person I need to really talk to. I notice the guys at the table also seem to be holding still, waiting to see how this situation plays out.
When I look at Marcela, she just gives me a small smile before King cuts in with, “It wouldn’t matter what or who you did, Marcela, being a princess is just not in the cards for you.”
Marcela pulls her fist back and punches him in the arm. “Dick. But you’re right, I’m no princess. More like a knight in shining armor,” Marcela corrects with a chuckle as she starts to scarf down some more food.
“So, if Nat is the princess and Marcela is the knight, what does that make me?” BJ asks.
“You are the sparkly fairy godmother who everyone worships at your colorfully adorned feet,” Alexie says as he makes a kissing motion to BJ across the table. She looks like she could melt at his words.
With that, Alexie sits next to me and grabs my hand in his. Bringing it to his lips, he says, “You’re not a princess, Malyshka. You are a queen.” His lips leave my hand as he looks into my eyes. “You need to remember that today. This Ingram man is cocky and arrogant, but those are dangerous when mixed together as they equal stupid words and thoughtless actions.” He is right. When someone is lacking humility, they will act out when they get caught or backed into a corner. “You are the queen of this chess game today,” he continues, “which means…you have all the power. You must use it wisely.”
The rest of breakfast is quiet after Alexie’s little master-of-chess speech. The gravity of what is happening today weighs on everyone at the table, creating a thick tension. Stryker goes back over the plan, which basically boils down to me getting Ingram to admit his involvement.
Everyone is gearing up to leave, and the team looks like they’re packing enough for a small army. Of course, I don’t have anything because the odds of him having me patted down are pretty high. Ingram is sure to be on high alert.
As everyone is finishing up, Conrad walks over to me and holds out a beautiful necklace. It has a small bird charm on it with a gemstone in the middle that looks like it might be an emerald. My birthstone. “This is actually a microphone and recording device.” He turns it over and points to the clasp holding the charm onto the delicate looking chain. “Keep this on, and we’ll be able to hear everything that’s said within a twenty foot radius.”
I look at Conrad, disgusted because that means I’ll have to stay close to Ingram. “How did you get it so small?” Even if it only picks up a shorter distance, the sheer size of this thing is impressive.
“It’s something I’ve been working on to make sure it can’t be picked up by any tracker or scanner,” he beams with pride as he talks about it. “I spent last night putting it on this necklace that I bought for you before everything went downhill.”
“Conrad…it’s beautiful.” This moment would be way more romantic if there wasn’t a group of people strapped with numerous weapons watching the entire interaction.
He opens the clasp and tells me to turn around. I turn my back to Conrad and sweep my hair out of the way. He pulls the chain around my neck and clasps it in the back. I drop my hair and turn back towards him. Without saying anything, I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. I pull my lips just slightly away from him and tell him, “Thank you. I love it.”
King clears his throat loudly and obviously to get Conrad and me to break up our little moment. “So are we fucking doing this, or just standing around twiddling our thumbs?” he asks.
“You were the kid who didn’t share toys in the sandbox, weren’t you?” Marcela taunts King,
“What toys?” King retorts.
“Well, that explains so much,” she teases. “This outta be a fun adventure for you then.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” King asks her, flabbergasted. “Enough. Let’s do this,” Stryker commands, putting an end to their back and forth banter.
And with that, we walk out the door.
Nat
I pull up to the Glory Hole by myself. Sitting in the car for a few moments, I think about the gravity of the situation. I’m about to walk in there unarmed and alone. Normally, I’d be all for this adrenaline pumping moment, but it feels like there is so much more to lose now. The team is divided between the buildings surrounding me. There’s a laundromat next door, where Stryker, Alexie, and Conrad are watching from the owner’s office on the second floor. Apparently, Lane and the owner grew up together, and Lane was able to convince him to let us borrow his office. King and Marcela are in an abandoned apartment that faces the donut shop in the complex across the street.
I look at the donut shop and see Ingram already sitting inside. He’s sitting by himself in a booth by the window. Only a smug asshole would take the chance to sit directly in front of a window. It’s now or never, so I step out of the car and head towards the shop.
The bell hanging above the door jingles as I walk in. Turning to my right, Ingram sticks his head out into the aisle, smiling as he watches me walk towards him. Fuck, even that smile is smug as hell. I also forgot how handsome he is. Too bad the silver fox turned out to be a slimy douchebag. When I’m just a few steps away from him, two men from the front convene behind me.
“Just a quick check, Agent Kash,” Ingram says as he sips from his coffee mug.
The guy behind me pulls out a metal detector wand and scans it up and down my body a few times. It only goes off at my pant buttons, earrings, and my new necklace. Fuck. What if he makes me take it off? The man reaches into my back pocket and pulls out the burner phone that Stryker gave me. He sets the phone on the table, closer to Ingram’s side. It has only one number on there, so I’m not too worried about it.
Then the man standing in front of me with a scraggly-ass beard pulls out some other handheld scanner. Ingram must see the confused look on my face as I try to discern what this device is. “He’s only scanning you with the latest wire detector,” Ingram informs. “No offense, of course, but you can’t be too sure who to trust these days.”
“Makes sense,” I reply, "especially in our line of work.” The smile on his face drops, and I realize I need to be more careful with my sass. Be the queen on the chessboard, Nat.
When the men are done scanning and checking me over, the one in front nods at Ingram to let him know all is clear. Ingram holds out his hand, gesturing for me to sit.
I slide into the booth across from Ingram, and the time ticks by as we sit in silence. Ingram slowly sips his coffee as I glance across the table at him. “Would you care for some coffee? Tea, perhaps?” he asks.
“No, thank you,” I reply.
“Are you sure? They have the best coffee in the city,” he says as he brings his mug back to his lips. A soft moan comes from him as he pulls the mug away. Gross.
“I wanted to meet with you to disc–”
Ingram interrupts me, saying, “Let’s cut straight to the chase, shall we, Natalia Kalashnik?” FUCK! Looks like we aren’t dancing around any niceties. Stay calm. Head in the game. Ingram leans back in his booth and stretches his arms across the back of it.
“Thank God!” I exclaim, and Ingram drops his arms. Folding them across his chest, he looks at me like he’s trying to figure out what has me so excited. “Do you have any idea how annoying it is to pretend to be the annoying Agent Natalie Kash?” Ingram shifts in his seat, and I know I’ve thrown him off, even if it’s just a little.
“This doesn’t bother you? I know who you are and that you were lying this entire time,” Ingram questions.
“Not at all. Are you kidding?” I lean back in the booth, mirroring him and trying to look very relaxed. “And you know what, coffee sounds like a great idea right about now.” I turn to the man who stood in front of me a few minutes ago and ask, “Would you be so kind? A cup of coffee, two creams, and two sugars. Please?” He looks to Ingram for direction on what to do since I’ve thrown them off their game plan. Ingram nods back, and the man heads to the counter.
Settling back into the booth, my eyes return to Ingram’s. His eyes are squinted as if he’s trying to figure out what I’m thinking. Good luck figuring out any of the thoughts going on up there, dude. It’s a scary place.
“I was worried my assumption of you was wrong,” I comment, and Ingram cocks his head to the side. The man returns with my coffee, and I thank him as I bring the mug to my mouth, blowing gently before drinking some of the hot liquid. “You’re right. This coffee is amazing.” I bring the mug back up and continue to drink from it.
Ingram starts to look annoyed at my coffee drinking even though he’s the one that initially suggested I get some. “You were saying you have assumptions about me. What assumptions?” he asks.
I narrow my eyes and bite the corner of my bottom lip, trying to look like I don’t remember what I said. I totally remember what I said, but if I pretend like this conversation is uninteresting to me, then he’ll become more and more frustrated. When people get frustrated and feel unimportant, they start to speak more rashly and unabashedly.
“Oh, right. Well, I know I didn’t just get into the Elite without someone on the inside pulling some strings. Andrei didn’t tell me who it was, but when I met you that first day, I knew it had to be you.”
