Chapter 13
Imogael
Precarious. That was the word that would describe how I felt while I stood in his living room. The whole world around me seemed to be opening up, while I was closing off and dangling from a crumbling edge.
Scenarios flashed through my head. Different ways that I could lose Scott. Different ways I could die. None of them really felt like my own thoughts, more like they were being projected onto me.
I stood in front of the living room window, my arms wrapped around me as if to shield me from the cold. Scott went to his bedroom and threw off his jacket, then came back out mumbling about dinner. I wanted to tell him to just go through the stuff in the jacket, to not worry about feeding me, but I was paralyzed. Again, I felt like something was coming. Or maybe I felt like something was following.
It was probably just trauma from having had a gun in my face. Scott passed me once more before he turned to look at me with concern. “Elise? Is everything alright?”
Shaking my head, I kept staring ahead. It was all that I could do. If I moved, that edge would only crumble some more.
“Talk to me,” he said, his voice gentle and low. He slid his hands over my bare shoulders, down my arms. They were warm, gentle. The warmth cut through the cool numbness that I was feeling, bringing me back enough to turn to him.
“Something still feels wrong,” I said, then more quietly added, “It's like something bad could happen at any second, but it's waiting for the perfect moment to strike.”
His eyes flickered to the window, and with a nod he pulled me into a sort of side hug. “I don't doubt it. Joey is bad news, and he wants me to suffer. That means he's as likely to come after you as he is to come after me.” Touching a finger to my nose, he smiled down at me. “But if you and I stick together, and really think about this, we can overcome anything. With some help from our friends, I think we'll be just fine, so stop your worrying.”
For just that moment, with his arm wrapped around me and his eyes on mine, I truly believed him. I had to, because he believed it so fully. He had no doubt about out chances of winning. It was endearing, if not misguided. If Seraniel was working with them, we were fucked.
There was just no other way to say it.
His lips pressing against my neck broke through my thoughts. “Hmm, what are you doing?” I asked. He was behind me, his warm arms wrapped around my abdomen as his lips fluttered against my sensitive skin.
“Kissing you,” he answered. “Showing you that you're loved.”
I smiled and let him kiss me for as long as he wanted. It felt heavenly. He smelled of something spicy. Those lips of his were soft and hot and delicate, all at once. With a spin, he forced a kiss onto my lips. I melted into him as his hands scratched down my sides.
With his palms, he massaged my breasts, manipulating them and making the nipples stiffen. I could feel myself becoming more wet with desire. My body ached to be touched, my mind was silently begging him to put a hand between my thighs.
Brushing a finger down my face, he brought it down to my collar bone, and then slid it over my nipple. It became even harder. I was panting into his kisses, then.
“Come with me,” he said, pulling on my hand and leading me to his bedroom. I playfully pulled away from him, but his grip on my hand was firm.
A quick flick of his arms had me held above the floor. “Hey!” I yelled, laughing. He chuckled as he laid me down on the bed, his mouth still hot on mine. Using his hand, he stroked up and down my thigh, moving slightly more inwards each time. He was so close to my cunt, then, and I was ready. I knew that I was soaking wet.
His hands reached up under my dress and pulled down on my stockings. They slid over my pale legs, down my calves and then off at my feet. Fingers played along the lining of my panties. I whimpered as he slowly lifted them, sliding his hand beneath them so that he could feel my skin.
“You're so wet,” he said, and I nodded emphatically. His voice was filled with lust and power. I was more turned on then than I had ever been before, my whole body hot and almost buzzing with an intense desire. A desire for that man, Scott, the human who stole my heart.
When he finally touched my sensitive nub, I shot up and cried out in joy. My legs opened wider, quaking with pleasure. He slid my panties down next, so that he could have a clear view of my slit, easy access to my hole.
His fingers were slick with my juices. Slipping one of them into my sopping hole, he used his thumb to make circles around the sensitive spot at the top. I shook and let my body collapse back onto the bed while he fingered me slowly, exploring my insides with gentle prods and strokes.
Glancing down, I found Scott admiring my body. His other hand was on his cock, rubbing it through his pants. My mouth began to salivate.
Scott began to deliberately stretch my hole with another finger. He was pushing me closer and closer to a loud orgasm, and when it finally hit, it was even harder than expected. Drugging waves of pleasure wiped me out, leaving me a panting mess on the bed. Still, he did not stop moving his fingers inside of me, pummeling my hole harder and faster than before. I came again, and again, and yet again on those fingers.
When he finally stopped, I realized I had been screaming out with each orgasm. The sudden silence rang in my ears as I smiled down at him. But instead of being finished, he slipped yet another finger inside, and then dipped his head under my dress. My hands gripped at the bed sheets, my toes curled as I felt his tongue touch my clit.
Lapping up my juices, his slurping noises made me feel both dirty and sexy all at once. As his tongue lashed at my clit, his fingers pumped in and out of me. He fucked me hard like that, forcing me to orgasm more.
He pulled his head back out from under my skirt once I was truly spent. “I'm not sure I can do much more,” I said, panting.
Shaking his head, he grinned. “Oh, no. We're gonna fuck. Take your dress off while I undress.”
My heart pounded in my chest. I was so wiped out, but at the same time so ready for the fucking I was about to receive. Pulling my dress over my head, I waited, watching as his pants and shirt came off.
He was so hot, it was a sin. That body was so perfect, and for that moment, it was all mine. I spread my legs and touched myself while I watched him, pleasuring myself to the sight of his tight muscles and that shapely ass.
When he turned and saw me with my hand on my cunt, he gave me a cocky grin. “Take your hand off my prize. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.” Grabbing my legs, he pulled me down to the edge of the bed and threw them over his shoulders.
He entered me quickly, somehow still stretching me even after I had been fingered. That big cock of his slid right up to my cervix, lightly brushing it. He stood in that position for a while, his hands on my hips holding me still. I felt so deliciously full.
I looked up at Scott with adoring eyes, my fingers running up and down his arms as I waited for him to fuck me.
His movements were slow at first, but then he started moving at a faster pace. I fought the urge to squirm and wiggle beneath him, letting him just take me as hard as he wanted to.
I got the fucking of a lifetime. It was fast, and hard. He slapped my tits, which feels better than one would expect. His fingers scratched down my body. But he fucked me for a long time, his huge cock stretching me out.
Leaning over, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His wet tongue against my breasts felt heavenly. My pussy spasmed around his cock, and an orgasm that I thought would have been impossible after all the ones that came before it crashed through me. With one knee on the bed beneath my leg, the other leg on the floor giving his thrusts more power, he fucked me harder, grunting and cursing with each pleasurable stroke.
His cock twitched within me, and I knew he was close to exploding within me. A drop of sweat slipped down his forehead and onto my stomach. Scott's thick, creamy ropes of cum spill into me, filling me up as he slid out.
Scott helped me onto his bed, where we cuddled for a long time. As long as I was in his arms, my anxiety was gone and everything felt perfectly right. I knew, though, that hiding from the truth would not change it. I needed to do something if I wanted to keep us safe.
I sat up, kissing his forehead, then his nose, and then his lips. “I'm going to let you look through the stuff from the safety deposit box.”
“I had almost forgotten about it,” he said with a smile. “You can stay.”
Shaking my head, I slid off of the mattress. “No. This is yours to deal with. I'll come help you once you've looked through it, but I shouldn't be here to distract you.”
He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me back down for a kiss. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too.” I stood again. “Call me in when you're ready to talk.”
Scott
My eyes were on her ass while she slipped one of my long shirts over her body and stepped out of my bedroom. Her absence made the room somehow colder.
I loved everything about that woman. Even her quirks, her belief that she was a demon, endeared me to her. She was, of course, great in bed… but that was only a bonus, a prize that came with the wonderful, weird woman I had fallen in love with.
I would do anything in my power to keep her safe, to keep her near me. If it meant killing, dying, believing she was a demon? I would do it.
Once the bedroom door was closed behind her, separating me from the sight of her shapely legs below my shirt, I leaned over the bed and grabbed my leather jacket from the floor. It was heavy with everything stolen from that safety deposit box.
I pulled it all out slowly, one by one. A stack of money, from Japan. Another stack of money, that one from Sweden. There were some random bills from Saudi Arabia, Russia, and a few other countries I didn't recognize. The money all went into a pile, to be dealt with later. I had no real use for it, but I could exchange it if I wanted to.
Next came the passports. There were passports there for three men, but 16 different names. Judas Privet, with Joey Oregon's face. Joey had other names, like Mason Blonsky, Clint Sama, and Tanner Frankenfield Augliano-Dewall. The last one was so long and ridiculous, I couldn't help but laugh.
The other men had their own passports, too. Eduardo Chaffey. Rob Choute. Nicholas Never. None of the names rang a bell, none of them were their original names. They were clearly bouncing around after they died, but why? What were they doing in all that time since I failed to kill them?
Next came the medical bills, under all of those false names. Reconstructive surgery. Plastic surgery. A few for broken bones. Had they been flying around in order to reconstruct their faces after I shot them? That would make a lot of sense. There were a few bills for major surgeries for the head. One of them was for the Tanner name, and it was the earliest.
That must have been how they survived. They had major surgery to save their lives. I had no clue how they made it out in time, since they should have bled out quickly, but they managed it. The bastards. Back from the dead, and ready to kick my ass for crossing them.
The last thing in my pocket was a deed to a house. It was near my own house, easily within driving distance. Was that where they were hiding out? I expected they were staying at the factory, but maybe they moved to the house after they killed Jin. They had to have known we could have found them from the photos.
They were smart, but I was smarter, and time was on my side. I could have called Antonio and Saejima right then and had hundreds of men out there. At least one of Joey's men was dead, laying in a pool of blood in the bank. That left Joey and one more man. Maybe a few more if he was trying to rebuild Southern Mayhem, but building a club took time, and like I said: time was on my side, not his.
All that they needed was a plan. Elise would help me make a plan, and I bet with her help, we wouldn't even lose one more man.