Page 3 of One (The Towns Syndicate #2)

King

T he day I agreed to run Halloween town, I never imagined I would want anything more. I had Boogie by my side, we killed, sometimes even the right people and we got to do this together. I had everything I needed here, until now.

I walked the grounds before we opened, completing my weekly inspection. We wereopened all year long, even if the winter months were slower. People loved Halloween all year long and a lot of them enjoyed a haunted house no matter the time of the year.

It had been three days since I had left Boogie and Ally, and each day I hated it more and more. A part of me wished she hadn’t taken the job and an even uglier part of me hoped the Mayor wouldn’t let her keep the job. I know it made me an asshole, but I fucking loathed not being near them.

Boogie was due to come back today for a job we needed him for, but it made me even more worried that she would be left alone.

I had a bad feeling about her being alone, and I hoped they found someone to watch her back, because as much as I would love for one of us to be with her, we had our own empire to run.

“Boss.” I raised a brow at Mars who walked next to me. “Here's the info for tomorrow.”

He handed me a manila folder that held all the information that we would need for the hit. There weren’t many jobs we did together, but this was an important person, and we were each other’s contingency plan. It also wasn’t just one person. It was the CEO and the CFO of a big energy company.

“Thanks, Mars,” I said, as I quickly looked through it.

Thankfully, it was close by, and we wouldn’t need to fly anywhere.

“If you time it right, I think the hotel garage would be perfect,” Mars suggested.

“Boogie suggested the same thing, but I think maybe an accident might be better,” I said, closing the folder. “Less eyes on us and no investigation. Or maybe even we dust off the good old murder-suicide.”

“No one would believe a murder-suicide.” Mars rolled his eyes.

I shrugged, “Never say never. Worse things have happened. Hell, maybe we might burn down the hotel they are staying at.”

“That’s a lot of lives,” Mars said, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Still gets the job done,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, but?—”

I glared at Mars as he instantly shut up.

“Sorry, boss…

“When I need your opinion, I’ll ask for it,” I growled, walking away from him.

I took a deep breath as violence threatened to emerge. As I finished my run-though quickly, I headed back to my trailer to calm down before I killed an employee or worse, Mars. This wasn’t a feeling I was familiar with. I was usually in control of myself, but tonight I was volatile and I hated it.

My skin itched as I breathed through my discomfort, and talked myself out of driving to Christmas Town.

I took a quick detour through the haunted house, wondering if I could find someone to kill for the night.

I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to spot some asshole who didn’t deserve to be on this earth.

I spotted Sarah, ready to put my request in just like Boogie did, but something held me back.

“Need something?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Just making my rounds.”

“Okeydokey.” She skipped to the next room.

If I was goingto make it until Boogie got home, I needed a fucking drink.

I continued to the trailer and opened the door when sweet relief hit me.

There he stood in a fucking towel, freshly showered, taking a drink of water.

A sense of déjà vu hit me. He raised his brow at me and threw a little smirk at me.

“Bed,” I growled.

Like the little shit he was, he didn’t move, but I needed him and while he might be bigger than me, I could manhandle him just fine.

“Hello to you, too,” he said, drinking his water.

“Bed,” I growled again.

I was reduced to one-word growls like some caveman as he stared at me with a stupid grin on his face.

“Boogie,” I snarled, slamming the door shut.

“You ok there?—”

I pulled him forward and slammed my lips into his, devouring him. Boogie didn’t fight me even if I wanted him to. He kissed me back with equal fervor as I bit his lip, and pulled his towel away. His cock was hard as I stroked him, which elicited a moan from him.

“Bed, now,” I growled against his lips.

He didn’t fight me this time, and headed straight to the bed. I stripped as I watched his hard ass climb up on the bed. He laid his chest and head on the bed, presenting his ass to me. His muscular body was on display for me as I stroked my cock as I kicked off my pants.

I hesitated, worried that maybe I was too far gone for this. If we had sex while I was like this, I didn’t want to hurt him or bring back old memories. We had spent so much time ridding Boogie of the years of sexual abuse he had endured.

“Fuck me, King,” he snapped, looking over his shoulder. “I know it’s you. I want you to, I need you to.”

I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, flipped the cap and poured a generous amount on my fingers as I kissed a cheek and then bit down.

Boogie groaned and stroked his cock, which I slapped away.

I kissed his other cheek before biting down.

He hissed as I kissed the top of his ass, spreading his cheeks to make my way to his puckered hole.

He bucked when I open-mouth kissed my goal, doing it a few more times before he relaxed.

Boogie was panting when I rubbed his hole with lube pushing one finger in easily.

“King,” he moaned, pushing back. “More.”

I bit his ass as I pushed another finger in. Pain and pleasure had always been Boogie’s drug of choice and I was always happy to oblige. He fucked himself on my two fingers and I slipped in a third as I stroked his cock.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Fuck me already. I need you.”

Boogie’s begging was intoxicating, but Boogie’s needy and whiney was my drug of choice. I flexed my fingers each time he pushed back on my fingers, leisurely looking for his spot. He was getting frustrated, but when his back bowed and his cock jolted, my cock was ready to blow.

“King,” he whined.

“Not yet,” I said, brushing his prostateagain.

“Shit, fuck, yes,” he cried out.

His cock was leaking, his body was vibrating with need, and when he looked over his shoulder at me, I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my finger out, coated my cock, lined myself up and thrust inside of him in one fluid motion.

We shouted together and I gave him a second to get used to me.

I held onto his hips as I thrusted hard twice.

I adjusted myself until he moaned louder, and I knew I was hitting the right spot.

This was supposed to be sweet torture, to make our pleasure last, but with Boogie, he always made me lose control, and right now I needed to be lost in him.

“I need to come,” he whined, pushing back against me.

“Almost there, you fucking slut.” I slapped his ass, which earned me a glare over his shoulder.

He hated when I spanked him, so I did it again and again.

Just as my pleasure began to zip through my spine, he pushed me back.

I snarled, ready to slam my way in again when he pushed me on the bed and straddled my hips.

He notched my cock in his hole before he held down my hands.

We moaned together as he slammed down on me.

“Fuck!” I shouted as he moved his hips up and down.

“You always think you run this show, King,” he chuckled.

I gave in to the pleasure, closed my eyes while I arched my back, trying to fuck in to him.

“You feel so good,” I whimpered.

Boogie moaned, slammed down onto me to relax my hand just enough that I bucked up into him, rolling us over until he was under me. I held him down by his throat and slammed into him as I stroked his cock, paying extra attention to his piercing which brought him oh so close to the edge.

“Fuck,” he wheezed, as his body jerked, and his hole tightened around me, and it catapulted me into my own orgasm.

I laid on Boogie in my post-orgasmic bliss, still inside of him. He trailed his hand up and down my spine as my mind finally quieted down.

“Want to talk about it?”

“No,” I mumbled against his chest.

“This was unlike you,” he said. “It was like we switched roles.”

I shrugged, and pushed up, but he wrapped his arms around me and kept me against him.

“I don’t know what to tell you because I can’t explain it,” I huffed. “I felt out of control.”

“I was coming back,” he said, running his hands through my hair.

“She’s not…” I said the words I shouldn’t say.

Boogie squeezed me tighter. “This is what she wants.”

“I know, I feel like shit for even thinking of it, but the aftermath of Kris’ reign is going to be a bloodbath, especially if people catch wind of the power change before she’s able to establish herself.” I sighed feeling even more helpless as I got up.

“We won’t let that happen. I’ve taken care of everyone who would have been able to spread the word,” Boogie said, leaning up on his elbows as I watched cum seep from his ass.

A feral part of me felt better and I realized I needed to go see her.

“How about after we complete the job tomorrow, we swing by and we can visit her, maybe relieve some tension in both of you,” Boogie said, sitting up.

“Ok.” I leaned down to kiss him. “I want a chase.”

Boogie smirked, looking angelic with a devilish glint in his eye.

“I think I have a perfect idea.”

He smacked my ass before pulling me down for a kiss, and I let myself get lost in him until I could have them both with me again.