“Truth? A big ol’ fuck fest. These guys aren’t just deadly, they’re reckless. Last year they were responsible—reportedly—for more than fifteen hundred murders.”
“Fuck. How in the hell are we supposed to find them?” Cross’s frustration was building by the second but Vivi, to her credit didn’t look bothered. At all.
“Well the good news, if you can call it that, is that I have photos of El Jefe and his number two, Guapo, who acts as one of the Salinas enforcers. If Carlito is up here in the states, I’d be surprised.”
She picked up her laptop and squinted at the screen from about three inches away, frowning at whatever held her attention. “It looks like they might be related but I won’t be able to tell until I have a specialist take a look at these documents.”
Mexico was notorious for their shoddy recordkeeping so I could only imagine what she was staring at.
“I’ll keep digging for confirmation on that, but I do have Marisol’s address.”
“Thank fuck for that,” Cross mumbled, pulling out his buzzing phone and frowning at the screen. “Thanks, Vivi.”
He was distracted and spoke quickly and quietly into the phone before turning back to us.
She nodded and took the hint, grabbing her laptop before doing a sexy little finger wave to the crowd. “No problem. Good luck, bros.” Then she was gone and Cross stood in her place, a dark scowl on his face.
“I wish your girl could’ve given us better news, Jag.” Cross let out a harsh laugh and shook his head. “But at least now we know what we’re up against. Savior and I will ride up to Reno, see what we can find from this Marisol chick.” He issued the rest of his orders, which mostly consisted of sticking close to the clubhouse and making sure all the women and children were accounted for. Regularly.
As soon as the meeting broke up, I strode out of the clubhouse and across the parking lot to Vivi’s camper. I opened the door and listened for movement but there was none so I stepped inside and called out. “Hey Vivi, have I told you how sexy it is when you get all tech nerd on me?” She was smart as hell, confident in her skills and most of all, my girl had no qualms about showing me how she felt.
“Not in the past five minutes,” she called out from the bedroom. “Come closer and tell me again.”
I heard the laughter in her voice and made my way to the back of the camper, stopping in the doorway at the sight of my woman stretched out on the bed, wrapped up in black lace that showed off more than it covered. Not that I was complaining. “Fuck, babe. You look good enough to eat.”
She licked her lips like I was her favorite meal as her breath hitched at my words, her gaze was black with desire. Arousal. “Then eat me.” Vivi’s legs fell open, the tiny strip of fabric barely covering the pussy lips I couldn’t wait to put my mouth on.
Her fingers slid between her legs and my grin widened as my cock turned to steel. My girl was a lot of things, but she was about as subtle as a sledgehammer. “You want me to taste you, Vivi?”
She shook her head and propped her body up on her elbows. “No Jag, I want you to devour me.”
With those words, how could I do anything else? My shirt came off and went straight to the floor as I leaned forward, half my body hanging off the bed. My shoulders kept her legs open but I palmed her thighs and widened her even more so I could look. Stare. Watch as that pretty pink pussy pulsed for me, glistening and swollen because she wanted me so fucking bad. “Damn you got such a pretty pussy.” She pulsed again at my words and I growled a half a second before I put my mouth on her, licking and sucking her until she whimpered.
My Vivi, fucking whimpering with need. Grinding against my face as she arched into me. She was slick and sweet, legs wrapped around me tight like she was afraid I might get up and walk away, as if I ever would. Not when she let out those husky cries and urged me to lick her harder, to suck her clit. “Fuck me with your tongue, Jag.”
My dirty fucking girl. I loved it when she talked dirty and I gave her exactly what she wanted, nearly coming in my pants at the way she held my head and looked at me while my tongue disappeared inside her creamy cunt. I moaned against her and she trembled and then vibrated against me.
So fucking close.
With a smack of her ass, I flipped us so she was on top, pussy flush against my lips while her clit nudged my nose with every swirl of her hips. “Oh fuck, Jag. Yes!” She didn’t just grind against me, she fucked my face, back and forth she slid against me, up and down until her walls pulsed on my tongue. “Yes! Oh!” I surprised her, slipping my middle finger between her fine ass cheeks and into that tight little rosette. “Shit, yeah! Jag,” she cried out as her orgasm started in her toes but her body never stopped moving, never stopped chasing her pleasure.
She was close, bucking against me but unable to get away. A move forward and she was impaled on my tongue, a move back and my finger slid deeper into her ass. It was too many sensations and I was sure I would come right along with her. Then Vivi froze and slid down my body, hands moving frantically to open my pants and tug them down and as soon as they were, she was there, sliding down the length of my cock until her tight, hot pussy engulfed me. “Oh, fuck.”
“Jag,” she grunted as her body shook violently with pleasure, squeezing the fuck out of me and pulling the fastest orgasm ever out of me. “Damn, I love you.”
“Love you more,” I grunted as she continued to pulse around me, shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. When her tongue licked up the side of my neck and ended with her teeth sinking into my earlobe, I was ready to go again.
Forever.
Chapter Fifteen – Cross
The ride up to Reno was quiet and somber, Savior was content to keep a respectable distance between us with minimal conversation. Both of us were too lost in our own thoughts to do anything more t
han enjoy the scenery and hope like hell our brothers were still breathing. We’d left just before dawn and beat most of the traffic, arriving a little after noon to the address Vivi had given us.
“So this is it, huh? Looks like a fucking roach motel.” Savior’s words mirrored my own thoughts as we stood in front of a shitty little apartment complex that looked like it used to be a roadside motel.
“This is the address Vivi sent to my phone.” And even if I thought she was a little strange, I knew she was a genius when it came to hacking into shit that people didn’t want found. The fact that Carlito owned the building had been buried behind layers of shell corporations, and probably meant he didn’t want anyone to know about her, either. “How in the fuck did Stitch get mixed up with a cartel mistress in the fucking ghetto”