Page 10 of Renegade (The Santini Assassins #2)

“People deal with trauma and drama differently,” Greystone said. “I was gone for a long time, so we gotta give ‘em time.”

“I think you should see G-ma.”

“Bring her here for dinner, and I’ll talk to her.”

Teddy cracked a smile. “That works.”

Greystone extended his hand and Teddy pulled him in for a hug. “Love you, brother.”

“Right back atcha,” Greystone replied.

He left the restaurant, jumped into his truck, stopped on the way for a box of condoms, before continuing on to the club. At the hostess station, he gave the woman his name.

She checked, then shook her head. “No Greystone Santini is on the list. Sorry.”

“Check Grey Stone.”

She did, then cleared him to enter.

The first floor was wall-to-wall with costumed people, and he had to remind himself it was April, not Halloween.

Guys dressed as gladiators, a few princes, and men in leathers.

The women were either wearing next to nothing or dressed like a princess.

He spotted someone at the photo corner dressed like a queen.

He texted Sydney.

I’m here

A group of women surrounded him like sharks. “Hey,” said one of them. “Wanna dance? ”

Sydney walked over, shot him a smile. The other women glared at her.

“Sorry ladies,” Greystone said. “I got plans.”

Sydney pushed up on her toes and Greystone lowered his head. “Room five. You’re my guest, so I have to escort you up. Ready?”

He was as ready as he was ever gonna be. “Let’s put a smile on the birthday girl’s face.”

Sydney led him to the upstairs exit, paused in front of the scanner. The light turned green and she opened the door. “After you.”

He held the door, gestured for her to walk through.

On the way up, Sydney asked, “Do you find my sister attractive?”

Greystone learned that silence was a valuable tool. Information was powerful, especially in the hands of the enemy. In this case, however, Caroline was anything but.

He flashed her a smile. “Very. Why?”

“Why did you ghost on her?”

“I got reassigned.”

“Why didn’t you say goodbye?”

He opened the door to the second floor, waited for Sydney to walk through. “That’s not somethin’ I’m good at,” he confessed. “Goodbyes are final, but when you walk away, the door stays open.”

“Well said.” Sydney stopped. “She’s down the hall on the left, room five. One more question.”

He waited.

“Why do you call her Bella?”

Greystone flashed a smile. “Because she is.” After a beat he said, “Bring me into the suite.”

Sydney’s eyebrows crowded into her forehead. “For real?”

“She’ll feel safe knowing you’re there before you leave her alone with me. Ask her if she wants me to kiss her, to put my mouth on her?—”

“Whoa.”

“I need her consent. I need to hear she’s comfortable with penetration.” He pulled out the box of condoms. “Ask her if she wants to taste me.”

“Isn’t this a little graphic?”

“She knows my voice,” he pushed back. “If I start talking, it’s over.”

“Got it.”

Together, he and Sydney walked down the hall, stopping in front of room five. There, he pulled his hair into a man-bun.

Tap-tap-tap.

“Come in,” Caroline said.

Excitement quickened his pulse.

They walked in, he shut the door behind him.

He glanced around the purple-lit room until he found his target.

Caroline sat in the corner chair wearing a black blindfold, a black bra, and black panties.

Though she was cloaked in shadows and he couldn’t see her body well, he homed in on her toned thighs and calves, black stilettos strapped to her feet.

She’d pulled her long, blonde hair into a ponytail that sat high on her head.

She looked like the sexiest angel he’d ever seen, and his cock began to firm.

Jesus. She’s hot.

“Caroline,” Sydney began.

“He backed out, didn’t he?” Caroline asked.

“No, he’s here with me, but he wants to know that you’re consenting to an evening with him.”

Her smile slayed him. “Yes, I consent. Thank you.”

“He wants to know if he can kiss you,” Sydney continued.

“Absolutely.”

“And what about oral?” Sydney asked .

“I’ll receive. Are you clean?”

“I am,” Sydney replied, and Caroline laughed. Greystone nodded. “He said he is. Do you want me to examine his cock-a-doodle-doo?”

Greystone bit back a laugh.

Another smile from Caroline sent blood whooshing through his veins. “God, no.”

“He’s got condoms,” Sydney explained. “Do you want penetration?”

“Yes,” Caroline replied. “I might want to act out a scene where I’m refusing him. If he’s good, I’ll say green. If I don’t like something, I’ll use red to stop him.”

“He’s nodding,” Sydney explained. “Okay, so I’m taking off. Are you okay?”

“Definitely,” Caroline replied.

Sydney left, shutting the door behind her.

Greystone walked over and knelt in front of Caroline. Then, he took her hand and placed it on his face. As she ran the pads of her fingers over his skin, he relished her soft touch.

“I like your beard,” she said before trailing her fingers across his lips. She found his ears and pinched his lobes. “You don’t have pierced ears.”

Using both hands, she explored his hair, hidden in a man-bun, then she ran her fingers down his suit jacket, over to his chest and down to his buttoned shirt.

With her blindfolded, he was able to stare at her, and he soaked up her beauty like his life depended on it. Though her eyes were masked, he studied her ruler-straight nose, her high cheekbones, her full lips.

“Stand up,” she commanded. “Let’s get you naked.”

He stood, pulled her up, and ran the back of his fingers down the exposed part of her cheek and delicate jawline. Then, he leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder. Her breathing shifted, and she wet her lips with her tongue. His hardening cock pressed against his boxer briefs.

“You smell good.” Her voice was soft, yet there was a neediness in her rasp that he’d never heard before.

It would be easy to strip bare, lay her on the bed, and drive himself inside her. But this was for her, though he’d benefit more than she would know. Being this close to anyone, especially someone he cared about—hadn’t happened in a while.

A long while.

She slipped her hands beneath his suit jacket and over his shoulders, pushing the garment off him.

Working quickly, she unbuttoned his shirt.

He pulled it off, dropped it onto the floor nearby.

With nimble fingers, she removed his pants, then she slid her hands inside his boxer briefs and wrapped one hand around his hard shaft while the other cradled his balls.

Eager to free himself, he tugged down the underwear and stepped out as his phone binged with an incoming text.

“You’re very excited,” she said as she covered the head of his cock with his oozing juices. “I love that.”

He pulled her flush against him, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck to hold her in place, and he kissed her. One slow, gentle kiss savoring her lips against his. Soft, full, and easy to bite. He nibbled her lip and she moaned.

“Yes,” she responded. “I like that.”

He opened his mouth, eased his tongue into hers.

And that’s when she got greedy. Very, very greedy.

She pressed herself against him, her breasts pushing against his chest, while she stroked his tongue with her own.

Back and forth while she ground against him, growling through the pleasure.

Her fingers plunged into his hair and she wrapped a leg around his thigh.

His cock was throbbing, eager to root inside her, drive her again and again until they both surrendered to the passion.

But he had more control than that. A lot more control.

Instead, he slowed the kiss until he ended it, then he kissed the swell of each of her breasts.

Caroline had larger breasts than he’d imagined.

Sure, he’d checked her out when they’d been at Langley, but her clothing did more to hide her figure than accentuate it.

Tonight, he was loving every sexy inch of her.

She reached behind, unclipped the bra, and pulled it off her shoulders. He loved breasts, and hers were fucking perfect. He cupped her tits, running his thumbs over her nipples until they firmed to his touch.

“Suck them,” she commanded, the ache in her voice sending another jolt of adrenaline charging through him.

While teasing one nipple with his thumb, he dipped down and ran his tongue around her tender flesh, but staying clear of her nib. He fondled her large mounds before teasing her other nipple.

“You’re killing me,” she ground out.

He smiled as he knelt in front of her and removed her panties. Her sweet, sweet pussy begged for a taste, so he pressed his face to her snatch and breathed her in.

She smelled so fucking good. Streams of energy pounded through him while his throbbing cock begged for release. And a growl shot out of him while he licked her slickened slit, but he stayed clear of her clit. He would bring her to the brink, but wait to take her over the edge.

She backed away. “Help me lie down.”

He brought her to the bed and she lay on her back, bent her knees, and spread her legs. “Come and get me.”

He loved this playful side of her, loved that she was submitting herself to him freely. For a few quick seconds, he peered down at her, a sight he never expected to see. Caroline in the flesh was better than any fantasy he’d ever had of her.

He pulled the condoms, opened one, and rolled it on before planking over her. Then, he guided her hand toward his gloved dick.

“Condom,” she said as she ran her fingers over his cock .

Desire raced through him at a frenetic pace. He was ready to devour her, eat her alive, fuck her for hours, but he wanted to appreciate this one time they’d be together. He wanted to go slowly, so he’d have something to remember her by when they shipped him off to the next hellhole.

He pressed his mouth to hers. Another sultry moan ripped from her throat, and he devoured her with a wildness he could not control.