Page 42 of Chaos & Carnage
“Older,” Cade pulled on my thigh, lining himself up and my pussy throbbed, half in anticipation and half in dread at the threat of being entered by him again.
His fingers fumbled under the pillow, pulling out a condom.
“Last one, Al. Might as well use it up.”
His knuckles grazed my pubic bone, the spot between my legs pulsing, a dull, heavy throbbing radiating up inside me.
“What’s your brother like?” I whispered.
“Babe, I don’t want to talk about my brother whilst I fuck you. And the only thing I want to hear from your sweet lips is my name being moaned when you come.”
He pushed into me, the overworked tissues inside my pussy straining with a delicious mix of heat, resistance, and pain. I hissed, throwing my head back, feeling his hips rock into me. His breath quickened immediately, his fingers biting into the flesh of my thigh, tightening with each thrust.
“Fuck, Al….” he breathed into my neck, tracing a pattern with his lips and tongue, nip-kissing over the throb of my vein.
I moved into him, pushing myself onto his shaft with every thrust into me, my clit rubbing off the coarse hair on his pubic bone, until we moved together in one surging, hot dance. Cade’s breathing turned to grunts, low rumbles against my neck, his lips parted to let them out and I pushed onto him harder until I could feel the first lick of fire starting low in my belly.
“Cade….” The words tumbled out on a gasp.
“I’m here, babe,” he groaned. “I’m fucking coming too.”
His hips pushed hard and determined, his fingers digging so far into my thigh that I was sure I could feel bruises forming already. But none of that mattered, because the little flurry of fire erupted, exploding inside of me in a mass of tiny explosions.
“Shit,” I moaned through gritted teeth as Cade buried his cock as far into me as he could.
For a moment we lay there, my leg draped over his side, his sheathed dick buried in me. But it was a moment not long enough. He pulled himself free, and I winced.
“Shit, Al. Did that hurt?” he asked, pushing a hand into my hair.
“Just too much sex,” I whispered, another wave of exhaustion washing over me.
“There’s never too much sex, Al. Not with you.” Cade pushed his lips against the middle of my forehead. “But tomorrow I’ll let you rest. I won’t make it over to see you or Kinobi.”
“Mmmm, ok,” I muttered, sleep already stealing my words.
He pressed his lips against mine, a long gentle kiss.
Chapter Sixteen
There was a slight covering of cloud, just a film stretched across the sky. Not enough to warm the night up, the frost glistening under the glow of headlights.
The last bike rumbled to a stop next to the rest of us, and now we were all present and correct, waiting for Indie’s instructions.
“Where the fuck have you been, Chaos?” Indie grumbled when my brother pulled off his helmet.
“Busy mate. Busy.”
Indie shook his head and then turned back to the rest of us. I could have asked my brother the same question, but I already knew the answer, could smell the faint scent of perfume. The light floral essence leaked all over his bike leathers. And I knew that mussed up hair look anywhere. I fucking knew what he’d been doing. And now I knewwho.
We congregated on the site of an old building, a small warehouse, or garage. The only thing that remained was a tangle of a roof and a metal roller shutter, misshapen and rusty. Few premises still traded on the deserted old street. But our mark wasn’t here. The Ace’s clubhouse, if you could call it that, was one street over on the run-down industrial estate. They operated out of a row of rented garages, like the fucking misfits they were. No amount of The Hand’s money would change that, not in the few years they had left. Or these last few minutes, because tonight, Indie intended to wipe them all out.
“They’re all in there, then?” Fury asked, tipping his head over the row of trees that lined the back of the brick buildings.
“From what Brie tells me. They party here every night and then sleep it off until lunchtime.” Indie’s eyes fixed on the treeline.
“Nice to not have to get up for work when you’ve had a fucking skinful.” Fury complained.
“Or a nose full,” Magnet added.