Just to make a point, I paid extra for next-day shipping.
Lia turned around and straddled me. Her lips met mine, and I grabbed her ass to hold her against my cock as she kissed me in thanks. My hands wandered under her shirt, which quickly left her body and dropped to the floor along with her bra. My lips covered her nipples one after the other, and I pushed her skirt up her thighs so I could grab the edge of her panties.
“You didn’t order any more underwear for me,” Lia said. “If you keep tearing the
m off, I’m going to run out!”
Lia giggled as I held her up with one arm and unfastened my jeans with the opposite hand. A moment later, I shoved her skirt up around her waist, pulled her panties to one side, and listened to her cry out as I impaled her with my cock. I held her against me for a moment, then grabbed hold of her ass and moved her up and down over my shaft.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growled as I nipped at the skin of her shoulder.
Lia’s arms went around my neck, and she held on as I pulled her down onto me and pushed up with my hips. I looked down to where we were connected and watched my cock moving in and out of her.
“Watch,” I told her. “Watch me fuck you.”
Her eyes moved down, and her mouth hung open slightly as she panted hot breath across my face. Her pupils dilated as she watched us move together, and her breathing increased until she was nearly gasping.
“You like that? You like watching my cock in you?”
“Shit! Evan!”
“Come on me,” I commanded. “I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”
“Almost…” she panted as she set a slightly faster pace.
I drove into her again and again, grasping her ass in both hands as I pulled her against me until I felt her muscles clenching down, and she cried out. I kept up the tempo as she moaned and nearly collapsed against my chest.
“Fuck, yes!” I wrapped an arm around her waist as I brought her down one last time and poured semen deep inside of her.
“Jesus,” she muttered against my shoulder.
I laughed softly and kissed the top of her head, content to hold her there as long as she was willing to stay right where she was. It didn’t matter that the chair was digging into my ass uncomfortably—the rest of me felt too good to care.
I listened to her breathing slow and become steady. Her arms slacked slightly, and I realized she had fallen asleep on me. After unpacking shit, forced internet shopping, and a good, fierce fucking, she was completely worn out.
Cradling her head against my shoulder, I inhaled the scent of her hair and felt myself smile.
*****
Gavino Greco wanted to meet me back at Quay, and it occurred to me I needed to know a bit more about the owners, bartender, and clientele, but it would have to wait for another time. When Micah called me back, they wanted to meet immediately.
Not one to be stupid, I brought both my Beretta in its shoulder holster and a blade, which fit nicely into my boot. As I entered the bar, I saw Gavino Greco, Craig Flannigan, who appeared to be acting as his bodyguard these days, Micah, and Micah’s uncle, Andrey Severinov.
Greco sat in the lounge area where Micah had been when we met previously with Andrey sitting next to him. Craig was standing to Greco’s right, and Micah took up a similar position on Andrey’s left. I evaluated each of them carefully as I approached the table.
Greco was wearing an expensive Italian suit not too different from the one I was wearing. He sat back in the booth too casually, making it look forced, which it probably was. He was uncomfortable with the situation, and his cheek twitched slightly, showing me his nervousness.
Craig Flannigan had shaved off the thick, red beard he usually had, and his hair had been cut shorter than it was when I had seen him last. He stood up straight to show off his height and had his feet positioned farther apart than they needed to be. He reminded me of a cat trying to make itself look bigger and more ferocious than it actually was. Still, there was a clear outline of a gun under his jacket, and he wasn’t trying to hide it. He wasn’t someone to underestimate though he wasn’t a bright guy at all. We’d been in close quarters before, and I’d gotten the better of him. The glare in his eyes told me he hadn’t forgotten.
Andrey Severinov was lanky and blond, much like his younger nephew. I hadn’t met him before, but I’d seen plenty of pictures of him. Of the group, he was the most difficult to read, his face calm and serene. Nothing in his posture indicated he was concerned about anything.
Micah was just grinning, but whether that was because he was getting in good with the bosses by bringing me to them for business endeavors or because they planned on killing me right here and now, I didn’t know.
I reached the table and looked directly into the face of Gavino Greco. I held out my hand, which he took slowly.
“A pleasure to meet with you under amenable circumstances, sir,” I said.
“Are they?” he asked cautiously as we shook hands.