N9ne: The Tale of Kevin Clearwater (King, #9)(68)

The pleasure mounts with each pull and push. I raise my hips, needing more of him, and giving him all of me. My body. My heart. My soul.

He lifts me off the bed and sits me on top of him. He roughly grabs my hips and lifts me up and down his shaft, building a quick rhythm that has me grinding on him with each pull. His tongue sucks my nipple as his fingers dig into my hips.

The pressure is so great now I know I’m about to fall apart. “Come all over my cock, little bird. Let me feel you.”

With a few more hard thrusts, the pressure turns into an all-out explosion that starts with a tingling sensation that rises from my core to my nipples and the rest of my body. It feels as if I’m burning, like I’m on fire or I’ve been electrocuted, but suddenly, the feeling bursts apart into the most violent of pleasure I’ve ever experienced. I’m consumed by the feeling. Immersed in it.

Nine flips me onto my back again, and fucks me hard fast and forceful. His cock hardens and swells. “Fuck,” he swears on a final strangled groan, releasing his warmth inside of me. My own orgasm, having not yet faded, surges back to life with a new intensity that has me digging my heels into his ass, my nails into his back, and holding on.

For my life.

And for his.

Forevermore.





Chapter Twenty-Four





NINE





After Lenny falls asleep, I don’t want to leave her, but I can’t get the text out of my mind, and I need to try to reach Tico again before it’s too late and someone decides to take him up on the bounty he’s placed on Lenny’s head. I pull on a pair of jeans and grab my phone, stepping outside the RV barefoot so I don’t wake Lenny.

I’m scrolling through my contacts, trying to figure out another way to get to Tico when a sudden burst of blinding pain shoots through my entire body and the world goes completely black.





My head is fucking throbbing. It’s still dark. There’s some sort of course bag over my head that’s about as soft as sandpaper. My hands are bound.

Where the fuck am I?

Suddenly, I’m blinded with light when the bag is ripped from my head, scratching my skin. I blink at my surroundings. It takes me a few seconds to be able to focus again, but when I’m able to make out my surroundings, I notice I’m in a massive space with tall, rounded metal ceilings and corrugated metal walls. It smells strongly of fuel.

There’s a large private jet to my left. White with no markings of any kind.

I’m in an airplane hangar.

In front of me, in a director’s style chair, sits Tico Ricci himself, complete with perfectly groomed white beard and matching hair combed to one side. He’s wearing a tailored grey three-piece suit with a baby blue tie. He crosses one shiny brown shoe over the opposite knee. The sleeve of his jacket shifts when he moves, exposing a large silver and diamond watch. Everything about him screams power and intimidation, but that shit won’t work on me.

Tico is staring down at me as if he’s waiting to speak. He motions for his goons to stand aside.

I rise off my knees, my hands still bound behind me.

“I’m sorry to have to bring you here like this,” Tico starts in his thick Brazilian accent. “But I am not fond of people knowing where I am. I received word you were looking for me, and now, here you are.”

“Ever heard of Uber?” I ask. “Would have made for a more pleasant trip. Well, unless you get the guy that wants to chat your ear off the entire time, and chatty, your men are not. Or maybe they were. Couldn’t tell you. I was unconscious.”

He smiles. “What can I do for you, Nine? What is so urgent that you saught me out for a private audience?”

“It’s about Jared Cox.”

His jaw stiffens. “What about that motherfucking cunt would you like to discuss?” he asks between his teeth. “Maybe, how many ways I’m going to make him suffer before he dies? Because that is the only thing I want to talk about when it comes to that thieving piece of shit.”

I shake my head. “Sounds swell, but no. It’s about his girlfriend. His ex-girlfriend, Lenore Leary.”

“Yes, I’m listening. Go on,” Tico replies, leaning forward in his chair.

“She didn’t have shit to do with Jared’s deals. She needs to be left alone,” I demand.

“I understand,” Tico says, taking a tumbler of whiskey handed to him by one of his men. “But there is still the matter of my men that you killed.”

I shrug. “It isn’t a matter. They were shooting at us. It’s part of the game we all play. You win some; you lose some. They lost.”

Tico jerks his chin to a man in the corner who comes over and cuts the ropes tying my wrists together.

I pull my smokes from my pocket and light one. “Thanks,” I say, sarcastically.

“You should have just let them take the girl, and they wouldn’t have lost,” Tico argues.

I inhale deeply and blow the smoke out through my nose. “I couldn’t do that. She’s an innocent and not a player of the game.”

Tico swirls the whiskey in his glass. “You got some sort of history with this girl?”

“I’ve got everything with this girl,” I answer, honestly.

“Tell me where Jared Cox is,” Tico demands. “And maybe, we can talk more about this girl of yours.”