Inevitable (A Kingpin Love Affair 2)

Kiss by kiss, I placed her back together. Our clothes were discarded, and as I mapped out every inch of her body, I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper into the hole with her.

I had never been a man of love, but I wanted her to love me, and me to love her—more than I wanted anything in the world.

“You’re my everything,” I said peering deeply into her eyes as I rocked into her. Sweat covered both our foreheads, and as I pushed back the hair sticking to her forehead, I knew she knew.

“I know,” she cried out in shallow breaths. Our bodies were connected in ways they never had been before. It wasn’t just about fucking anymore. It was making someone feel and see you for all you were. It was about emotions, and expressing them in the form of your body.

Gripping her hip with one hand, I pushed in and out slowly, savoring the feelings. The heat coming from us burned my soul so hot I thought I might die, and a beautiful death it would be.

Minutes passed as our bodies continued to push together.

“I love you…” she whispered as her pussy clenched over and over again. I couldn’t stop though. I knew one time, two times—hell, I knew any number below ten would never be enough.

“I love you, too…” I panted as I placed a kiss against her cheek. I handled her with the most tenderness, something I had never done for anyone or anything.

I felt my own release coming but pushed it away, forcing myself to give her more. I wanted her to have all of me. Gritting my teeth, I felt it coming.

“Come for me, Zerro…” she said biting her lip as her walls pulled from me everything that made me who I was.

My head went into the curve of her neck as I shoved into her deeply one last time. I had mended us. I had sewn us back together.

“Thank you…” she whispered into my ear as I held her against my body. My eyes drifted closed as her warmth surrounded me. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t me who had saved her, but she who had saved me.

Hours had passed. The pounding on the door pulled me from my blissful sleep. I looked over and took notice of Bree’s body slick against mine and I smiled. She had given herself to me for me to make her whole again.

“We need to talk NOW!” Jared said loudly on the other side of the door. I cringed at his voice. He sounded mad, and if I knew anything, when Jared was mad, something bad had happened.

“I have to get up, Piccolo…” I whispered, withdrawing myself from the bed and her body. I could’ve stayed there all day. All she did was groan, rolling over on the other pillow. Grabbing a pair of sleep pants from the armchair, I pulled them on and slipped out of the room. As soon as I opened the door, I was met by a scowl.

“Did you think fucking her was the best idea when her father is here? AND does it even bother you we’re being hunted by the fucking FBI.” I rolled my eyes at him. He must not know me as well as I thought. I looked danger straight in the eyes unless it came to Bree.

“I have a plan…” I said, pushing against his chest. I respected Jared for all he had done, but to push in my face what I had and hadn’t done, and to make it seem like I didn’t care, made my blood boil.

“Oh, one that doesn’t consist of fucking my sister into submission?” Before I could even stop myself, I reached out and gripped him by the scruff of his shirt.

“What I do with her is none of your business. She is nothing, but a liability to all of us if her head isn’t in the right place. I was giving her the comfort she needed. A lot more than you’ve been doing.” I didn’t want to have to fuck Jared up, but if he put Bree down one more time…

“Enough, boys,” James said from the entrance of the hall. Jared and I stared at one another, both of us on the verge of killing someone. With a shove, I released him, walking away and into the kitchen.

“I have a fucking plan. I just need to pull a couple strings, and I will have it all in order,” I said over my shoulder as they followed me into the kitchen.

“Well, it better be a good fucking idea because hiding out is getting old. We have been hiding for days.” He was getting antsy. It would be nothing but messy. I didn’t want to drag anyone else into this mess as it was. Jared wouldn’t be the one to put the bullet in Mack’s head though.

“It is… It involves a very old friend of mine…” I said pouring the coffee into a mug. I turned around, placing my cup on the table and was greeted with scowls on both faces.

“An old friend? Let’s hope it is someone worth trusting…?” Jared admitted. I was sure he was confused.

Smirking, I said…. “I’m sure we can trust Devon.”

Mack

“They killed John,” Miller said as I pushed the slut off my body. Fuck. This was bad and good news. It meant one last person to deal with when this was all over, but it also meant the one thing we had to use against Bree was gone.

“Anything else?” I asked, slicking my hair back. Miller looked nervously around the room before meeting my gaze.

“Well, tell me, boy…”

“Devon and Bree got into a scuffle and she ended up running.”

“Running?” I questioned moving from the bed, gripping him by the shoulders.

Yes, sir.” Fuck. Devon and Miller were the two I had in the cave. They dealt with the little bitch so I wouldn’t have to. I couldn’t rely on these fucking people to do anything.

“And no one thought it was a good idea to tell me until now,” I growled. Releasing him, I turned around scanning the room for my jeans. Picking them up off the floor, I pulled them on and walked out of the room leaving Miller to hurry behind me.