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NINETEEN

HARKIN

Keep it Down - Migrant Motel

T he apartment was stuffy, and somehow, a thin layer of dust had taken over every surface in less than six months. I regretted not hiring someone to clean while we were away and air the space out, but the thought never crossed my mind.

It felt amazing to fall into bed, my bed, with Keira in my arms. She’d fallen asleep in the bath against my chest as we discussed what Domenico could want with a rival family. It could be anything from gun running to joining together to take over another syndicate’s territory. What he planned to do wasn’t what had me worried. It was his banking on Keira being enough of an incentive for her grandfather to agree to his harebrained scheme.

Her bare breasts follow the rhythm of her deep, slumbering breaths. I let my fingers trace their swell. Shadows dance across her skin as the lamplight from the street trickles in through the exposed window. She doesn’t stir as I pull the blanket back, revealing her entire nakedness to my eager eyes. It doesn’t matter how many times, in how many ways, I’ve seen her like this—my mouth still waters for a taste.

My cock grows hard against her leg, casually hiked up over my side. I should let her sleep. She looks so peaceful. More so than I’ve seen in the last couple of weeks. But when my fingers run over her ass and her hips rock into me in her sleep, I can’t resist.

Slowly disentangling myself, I let her roll slowly onto her back. She arches and tucks her hands behind her head under the pillow. The shift puts her on full display. I tamp down the groan, building thick in my throat.

Crawling carefully up from the foot of the bed between her legs, I shove them gently, a little wider, until I can shift them over my shoulders. A soft whimper steals my attention from the treasure inches from my face, and I pause to see if she’s caught on to my middle-of-the-night worshipping. Her eyes are still shielded behind thick lashes. Her breaths flow evenly.

I lean forward, dragging the slightest touch of my tongue up her sleep-warmed slit. When I circle her clit for the third time, her thighs push harder against my shoulders.

“Harkin?” her raspy, sleepy voice asks in confusion.

I take the opportunity her wakefulness affords me to wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her tightly in place as I feast on her needy cunt. She grows more sensitive with every lashing against her swollen bud. Her moans fill the quiet night of our room as she gains full consciousness, leaving her dreams behind for a fantasy-driven reality.

“Fuck, slow down,” she begs breathlessly.

I chuckle, lapping at her entrance, which grows wetter by the second. Her taste is tangy on my tongue as I spear into her, fucking her as deep as I can.

“Harkin. Fuck. Please.” Her volume builds with each plea.

I pull back, and a full smile draws across my face as I take in the glazed-over bliss encroaching on her observation. She’s on the edge and ready to fall apart. Her hips buck toward me, and I chuckle.

“Eager little thing,” I taunt, blowing up her glistening slit.

She groans at the new sensation, and the sound shoots straight to my throbbing cock against the mattress. I shift my hips, trying to find an ounce of relief, but I’m more than ready to sink into her tight cunt and find my release deep inside her.

That desperation has me burying my face back between her thighs. My fingers tighten, squeezing the soft, supple flesh of her inner thighs as an anchor. She’ll wear my marks there tomorrow. Pressed firmly against her, my lungs ache as my oxygen flow is restricted. But I can feel her quivering against me.

“I’m going to—Harkin!” She screams my name as the orgasm crashes through her body.

I don’t let up, extending the pleasure until she’s a twitching, whimpering mess, desperately trying to squeeze my head to get me away from her.

When she props herself up on her hands and pulls her hips away from me, I finally relent and let go, licking her cum from my lips.

Her back hits the headboard with a thud, and her chest heaves as she tries to suck in a lung full to steady herself. My fingers wrap around her ankles, resting next to my knees, and I pull hard and quick. She’s back, flat against the mattress under me, perfect for ravaging.

“You’re not going anywhere. We’re not done yet.”

My lips slam against hers. Our teeth clash as she opens for me and sucks my tongue down. I groan, and she swallows that down, too. I’m so hard and close that the tip of my hips could have me sinking into her. But I pull back against my better judgment.

“Don’t move,” I command.

She stills, watching me shift off the mattress, squatting down behind the chest at the end of the bed. I tilt open the lid and dig through the different leather, metal, and silicone until I find what I want.

I extend the metal until it clicks into place, the double cuffs on each end clinking against each other as they dangle in the air. Her eyes grow wide with its appearance.

“Talk to me, little one.”

“Green,” she says, a smile lighting up her eager face.

“Roll over. Face down, ass up.”

I drop the bar against her calves, and it slides to the crease of her knee. She’s so beautifully on display, and my palm itches to redden her taut skin. I let them wander, smoothing over the globes of her ass and up the tattooed arch of her back. One hand tangles in the messy locks of long dark hair, pulling taut to distract her just long enough that her eyes look over her shoulder to lock with mine.

My free hand drops forcefully, the crack of skin on the skin breaking the silence between us. Her jaw tightens as she adjusts to the sting, but doesn’t let a peep go.

That just won’t do.

Pulling her head back further, I twist and angle to slap a bit harder on the other cheek. This time, she drags in a pained gulp. The third time my stinging hand hits her flesh on the inside of her thigh, I get what I want.

Her scream breaks free beautifully, echoing off the walls.

“You sing so pretty for me, sweetness. Do you think our guests like your song?”

She quiets and stills, realization dawning on her face that James and Stacey are a mere hallway away. They might be asleep and oblivious, or they might be tuning in to a lot more.

She stirs when one of the cuffs tightens against her ankle, but the opposite’s too close to reach the bar's edge. I shove against her lower back, slipping her hips wider and exposing more of that dripping cunt.

She’s half locked in when I instruct, “Arms back, grab your ankles for me.” It’s not a comfortable position, but that’s not the point. The point is that she’s utterly exposed and open to me with nowhere to go. My favorite.

“Fuck, you’re exquisite on display like this, little one.”

“Please,” she whines.

Her back arches and retracts, tilting her hips in desperation.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck my pussy.”

I hum in interest, running my fingers along her slit to her entrance. I know she's ready for me when I push into her warmth without resistance. Slipping my finger in my mouth to clean it of her juices breaks the last thread of control. Teasing her is my own masochistic torture.

Notching my cock, my free hand grips the soft curve of her hip crease before I impale her in one hard thrust. It’s too much. The way her heat grips every inch, and her moan drawls out. I don’t let her adjust. My pace keeps a ruining speed that sends my balls slapping against her clit.

“This pussy was made for me, little one. You were made for me.”

“Yes,” she cries.

I won’t last. Not when she feels like a perfectly warm summer day. My spine tingles, the telltale sign I’ve got seconds to make her fall apart before I do. She’s almost entirely flat against the mattress, but I slide my hand between, finding her clit swollen and sensitive.

Bent like this, her murmured mumblings of nonsense reach my ears and spur me on. My hips rotate and drag slowly as I let my fingers finish the show.

“Come for me,” I whisper directly into her ear, my breath fluttering against her wild hair.

She shatters, her screams no doubt pulling our house guests from a dead sleep. Shit, the people in the next apartment over can probably hear the echoes of her pleasure. I push past her contracting inner walls till I’m buried deep. The damn breaks washing the pins and needles away from my skin and directing them all to the base of my cock as I pump through it, emptying every drop into her.

We lie there in a heaping mess of stickiness and intertwined limbs. The high dwindles, and my breath calms. I kiss the side of her head, and she sighs softly, still wrapped in the afterglow.

“My perfect little whore,” I praise, watching her cheek pull up in a proud smile.

Pulling out, I watch my cum drip from her swollen cunt. The first thing that comes to mind is reaching for a plug to shove back in and stop any more from escaping. The desire to fill her full of my seed strikes again. She’d kill me if she knew I couldn’t wait for the day to pump her full, raise her hips, and stay seated until the time ran out. But today’s not the day.

My fingers quickly pull open the cuffs and move the bar out of her way. Reaching out, I grip her hips, slowly extending her legs out and massaging her hips to release the tension from holding her bent-over position for so long. She exhales a satisfied sigh as my nimble fingers work down her leg to her ankle, rubbing the spot the cuff gripped before doing the same on the other side.

She’s stopped responding, her eyes closed, and her breathing has shifted back to even. She’s fallen asleep quickly, like I never interrupted her slumber to begin with. My body’s satiated, but my mind still runs at full speed. I clean her off and tuck her back in before showering. Throwing on a pair of sweats and a shirt, I close the door quietly behind me and make for my office at the back of the apartment.

I swing open the door and take in the space. I haven’t been in here since we returned, and it feels oddly nostalgic. I’ve missed my setup. Working through files and files of information on my laptop just isn’t the same. My fingers trace along the multi-monitor monstrosity waiting to be powered up.

Nikita gave us a start to where we might find Keira’s grandfather, so I’ll start there with my digging since my brain won’t shut off. My fingers speed over the keys, clacking loudly against the quiet of the witching hour. I’m in work mode, eyes focused, bouncing left and right as I sift through extensive real estate records.

I’m unsure how long I’ve been at it when the door latching closed pulls my eyes away. “Couldn’t sleep?” I ask James as he drops into one of the chairs facing my desk.

“Kind of hard to sleep when you decide to make your own porno across the hallway.”

There’s no trace of apology in my voice when I follow up and ask, “Stacey, sleep through it?”

He doesn’t answer, but his eyes tell me everything I need. It forces a small smile from me.

“Well, since you’re here anyway, look at this.” I nod to the screen, partially blocking our view. He joins me and looks over the information spread across the screens.

He lets out a low whistle as his eyes finally land on the small photo I found. “Are you going to tell her?”

“If I do, you know she’ll run into the fire headfirst, no regrets. But, if I don’t?—”

“She’ll never forgive you.” He confirms what I already know.

“Yeah. I just wish I knew exactly what we were dealing with here. What if it’s not what it looks like?”

“There’s only one way to find out, and we need to figure it out before Domenico knows because if he pieces this together, he could use it to his advantage,” he warns.

“That’s assuming he doesn’t already. But I think you’re right. He would have used it at the meeting to pull her in if he did. Do you think you can send your guy to surveillance the area? See if he can get proof I can bring to her instead of relying on this grainy picture.”

James looks down at his watch, and I realize I’m still up at three am. “I’ll call him in the morning, but I don’t see why not. He’s the best for this type of stuff.”

“Thanks, man.” I shoot the image off to James so he can send it to his guy and close everything.

“What a fucking shitshow,” James blows out.

“Tell me about it.” I push back from the desk and start for the door, James on my heels. “You know what we need?”

“A one-way ticket to somewhere far away.”

“Close. A trip to The Red Door.”