Thirteen

 

LUCAS

 

“I’m going to go dance with the girls,” Cara whispers into my ear causing my cock to harden against her ass. “I love you.”

“We’re leaving soon. I need to be inside my wife,” I tell her. Grabbing her neck, I pull her in and give her a kiss to leave her wanting me. “I love you too, mia. Go have fun.”

My eyes follow her as she gathers Macy, Sienna, Angela and Brittany then heads to the dance floor that Owen and Sienna set up in the middle of one of the back rooms in Saphyre for our reception.

“Any more updates?” I ask Roman.

“No, but have no fear, amigo. I’ll have answers for you soon.”

“I upped security today without you knowing,” Xander states before taking a drink. “With the mafia in town for your wedding, I didn’t want to chance anything, since there still isn’t any answers.”

“As much as I’d like to give you a name, I can’t implicate anyone until I have undeniable truth. The way my world works, you can’t trust just word when it comes to rats.” Roman tosses back his drink.

“Anyone would do anything to move up the ladder. Even if it means getting your compaction killed for something they didn’t do. I know, I’ve seen the way your world works, Roman.” I take a drink of my beer before continuing. “Hopefully, it isn’t much longer. I’d like to at least have this taken care of before my first born comes into this world.”

“Cara’s pregnant? Why didn’t you tell me?” Maddox demands to know.

“God knows I’ve been trying, but the answer is no, she isn’t pregnant. And I’m sure you would be the first, after me of course, to find out if she was,” I reply, then give him my best smirk. “But rest assured, like I said, I’m trying to. As a matter of fact, as of tonight, I’m going to make it my mission to get her pregnant. I even got a new toy—”

“I’m going to get another drink. Anybody need anything?” Maddox asks, cutting me off.

After a few chuckles, Maddox gets our orders and walks toward the bar.

“You know if I was him I would’ve just punched you for talking about my sister like that,” Rhys said.

“Well, one, it isn’t a lie. I’m really am going to fuck my baby into her tonight. Two, he’s on leave with the military. He has to be on his best behavior. And three, we’re almost out of drinks, so I figured he’d walk away if I started talking that way. There's only two places he’d go. Dance floor or bar. He won’t do the dance floor seeing that all the women are married, and one of them is his sister, I knew he’d go to the bar. You’re welcome,” I finish off my drink after raising it toward them.

“That was pretty smart,” Xander admits, then holds out his fist.

“So, Rome. How did you get Britt to come with you?” Curt asks the question I’ve been dying to ask since the moment she walked in on his arm.

His eyes scan the dance floor until they land on Brittany, and he watches her as she dances with Angela, Curt’s wife.

Brittany was one of the agents that was on my team. A few years ago, while working on the Mafia case we’d been building for years, she asked to be removed and assigned to another team. However, I wasn’t having it. I wasn’t losing one of the best undercover agents I had on my team. The compromise was she’d be taken off of this one, but put on another assignment we were also working on.

She never told me the details, but rumor was something happened between her and Roman. And she knew if she continued working with us, she’d lose her job.

So it shocks me that she’s been hanging around Roman for almost three months now.

“She’s in trouble. I’m providing my protection,” Roman’s words have my head snapping toward him.

“So, she’s just a job to you? If that’s the case, then you best be keeping your hands off her, Roman. If you can’t, then I’ll request her to be in my care. I refuse to see her heartbroken again by you,” Curt snaps.

Curt and Brittany are as close as siblings, even though they aren’t blood related. So it isn’t shocking that he’s currently reminding Roman to keep his hands off her. Roman’s shoulders tighten, and he slowly takes his eyes off Britt and shots Curt a deadly look.

“Tocino,” Bacon. “I know Brittany is like a sister to you, and I respect that and will never take that away from her. But I’ll tell you this, you try and take her away from me, and I’ll make sure that you never see your family smile again,” his voice is void of any emotions making his threat sound even deadlier. “She’s mine and I’ll never be away from her again. I appreciate what you did for her before, but now that her safety is at jeopardy, all bets are off. She’ll never need anything from anyone but me from now on.”

Their eyes never leave each other and the tension in the air is tight. As much as I want to interrupt, I can’t. If it was me and Cara, I’d be saying the same damn thing. And the glances that Xander, Owen and Rhys are giving me has me assuming that they’re thinking the exact same thing.

“Just make sure it stays that way and we won’t have a problem.” Curt replies, not backing down.

“Everything okay? It’s seems like a pissing contest is going on over here,” Brittany says as she joins us from the dance floor.

“Mi vida, everything is fine. Your brother was just being a brother.” He pulls her down onto his lap and kisses behind her ear.

“Britt,” Curt calls out. “Are you happy?”

“I love him more than my own life. So, yes I’m happy. Thank you for caring about me enough to check,” Britt replies before jumping off Romans lap to give Curt a hug.

Roman quickly pulls Brittany back and gives Curt a dirty look.

“Hands off, tocino.”

“I’m going to go and try to get my wife off the dance floor,” Curt informs us, before heading toward Angela.

Maddox walks up and hands out our drinks, then sits down jumping into the conversation with the rest of the guys. I continue to watch the couple in front of me. The way Roman handles her is different than the Roman I know. I’ve never seen him handle anyone as gentle as he is with Brittany. His hand lands on her stomach and he whispers something into her ear.

“Lucas,” Cara says as she takes a seat on my lap, pulling my gaze from the couple. “You ready to go home?”

“Finally.” Quickly, I scoop her into my arms, stand up and look into Maddox's eyes. “We’re out. Thank you for celebrating with us. But it’s time for me to make Maddox an uncle.”

“Jesus Christ stop telling me you're going to fuck my sister,” he groans, causing Cara and I to start laughing as we walk out the door.

It’s going to be fun having a younger brother.

 

 

“I don’t want to go home tomorrow,” Cara’s whines from her lounge. “These past two weeks in Cozumel, without guards have been heaven. Can’t we just stay on our honeymoon forever?”

“As much as I’d love to, we can’t.” I take a deep breath and look over toward her. “I’m sorry, mia. I know you hate having them, but until we know what’s going on and why the mafia has you under surveillance, this is the way it has to be. I need to make sure you're safe. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to forgive myself.”

“Shit,” she whispers. “Umm . . . speaking of watching me.”

As she tells me about what happened the night I proposed, and how over the past three weeks she’s seen the same men off and on around town, I begin to get angrier and angrier.

“Why are you just now telling me this?”

“I’m sorry. Each time we were surrounded by people and I didn’t want to ruin whatever was going on. I told myself I’d tell you when we were alone. However, each time that happens, I’m normally in a fucking fog over you attacking me.”

My cock gets hard at knowing I can make her forget everything, but I’m still pissed that she’s being stalked.

“No more, Cara. Next time you tell me the moment your eyes land on them. Promise me,” I growl. When she nods at me in agreement, I add, “I’m going to spank your ass later for keeping this from me. You put your safety in jeopardy by not remembering to tell me.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Lucas,” she says, then winks at me. “But I’m serious. We could hire someone to run the businesses, both my dad’s and Dirty Players, and then just travel around the world from beach to beach. Never telling anyone, so the mafia will just give up since we’re moving around so much.”

“As wonderful as that sounds, it would get tiring traveling so much. And you would miss Maddox and our friends too much to stay away for too long.”

“True. Okay, how about we make them travel with us?”

“Babe.” I deadpan.

“Fine,” she rolls her eyes at me and lays back down on her lounger.

I know this is the perfect opportunity to tell her what I’ve been wanting to tell her for a few weeks now.

“You know, it isn’t a bad idea to hire someone to run the businesses for Maddox and you. Then you could just work with me at Dirty Players.”

“And do what? Work as a cashier all my life?” she sasses at me.

Shaking my head, I smirk at her.

She’s so damn sexy when she gets worked up.

“Oh wait, I know what you want me to do. Live toy reviews right there in the store,” she says with a smirk of her own. “I can hold up a huge butt plug and tell everyone who walks in just how much you loved it when I stuck it in your ass while whipping you with the flogger that I’ll be reviewing the next week.”

By the time she’s finished, I'm slightly impressed with the way she’s able to make that whole scene up on the fly. But I'm also pissed as shit at the cabana boy that’s staring at my wife like she's the best thing since sliced bread.

“Wife of mine,” I snap, getting the idiot's attention. “I thought you could be my partner and help me run the store. Especially since I’m trying to get you pregnant. It would be a job you could do from home if need be.”

“You’re such a caveman,” she giggles. My cock jerks in my pants at the sound.

“You haven’t seen caveman yet, mia.”

Jumping up, I scoop her into my arms and toss her over my shoulder, making sure I catch the boy’s eyes.

“Mine.” I slap her ass hard.

“Lucas!” Cara cries out, and begins pounding my back

“Here’s the promised spanking I mentioned earlier,” I say and begin slapping her ass all the way toward our hut.

“Caveman,” she teases, the moment I step into the room.

“You my woman. I your man,” I tell her as I slide her down my body.

My hands begin pulling the strings on her suit the moment her hands slide my trunks off my hips and wrap around my hard cock.

“Is this your log that you’re going to use to clobber-fuck me into submission so I can be your cavewoman?”

“You’re damn right it is.” Before she can blink, Cara’s in my arms and pressed against the wall. “Guide my log into your cave, mia.”

Her hand slides down her body and she grabs my dick giving it a pump before she puts me right at her opening.

I slide in a bit, and the moment her hand moves, I thrust in hard.

“Jesus, always so fucking tight and wet for me.”

My lips find her neck as she throws her head back and screams out my name. I nip and suck my way to her ear.

“I’m claiming you as mine again, Cara. I don’t like it when a male looks at you like they want to fuck you.”

“Lucas, I’m yours,” she all but shouts.

Her pussy starts to squeeze me harder telling me she’s close.

“Please, don’t stop. You feel so good inside of me.”

Her confession has my hips pounding her harder and my hand sliding between us.

“This is it, baby. This is the moment I get you pregnant. I can feel it in my soul,” I tell her knowing that every time I mention getting her pregnant she comes harder.

“Yes. Please. Just don’t . . . Lucas.” Her body arches against mine as her orgasm washes over her.

“Fuck yes. That’s it, mia,” I roar as I push deeper inside her and let myself go.

After a few moments, I hold Cara to me and slide down the wall making sure I stay planted inside her. My cock jerks as she wiggles to get comfortable. Cara’s the only woman that has ever made me get hard within minutes of coming.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her to completely satisfy me.

Her head moves, pulling me from my thoughts.

Her eyes twinkle with humor and a grin spreads across her face.

“I think I like the caveman that captured me.”

The room fills with both of our laughter. Nope, I’ll never get enough.

 

 

“Fuck, mia.” My hand holds her dark hair out of my way.

My eyes lock on my wife’s bright pink full lips wrapped around my cock. She moves back down, and my tip hits the back of her throat. The sensation of her swallowing me deeper has my head falling backwards.

“Jesus, Cara,” I moan. “If this is the thanks I get for christening our office by eating your pussy, then I’m going to start christening every inch of this store.”

We got back into town from our honeymoon last night. When we walked into Dirty Players an hour ago, I dragged her into the office and demanded she take off her clothes and fulfill a fantasy of mine I've had since the moment I bought the store.

Her on the desk, naked and spread wide for my mouth.

Three orgasms later, she pushed me back, dropped to her knees, and pulled my cock out of my slacks and into her mouth. Fulfilling fantasy number two on my list of things I want to do with her in this store.

She hums her approval and sucks my cock harder.

I’m not going to last.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” I warn her but just like the first time she sucked my cock, she swallows me deeper. “Shit. Yes, swallow every drop.”

After my hips stop thrusting each drop out of me, I slowly pull her mouth off me and draw her into my lap.

“Roman will be here any minute. Be ready for me when he’s done. We’ll christen the backroom next,” I tell her before taking her mouth in a deep kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. It isn’t my favorite taste, but if she can kiss me with her cum on my mouth, then I can do the same with her.

Handing her back her clothes I take off, glancing back at her one more time.

“Okay,” she says as she gets dressed. “We have a shipment of products coming any minute anyway. That’ll keep me busy until then.”

“You being greedy, mia?”

“Nope, I just have fantasies of my own to add to your list.” She winks then walks out the door leaving me getting hard yet again at what she daydreams about.

Fuck me.

Jumping up to follow, I’m stopped in my tracks as Roman rounds the corner.

“Cara let you in?” At his nod, I glance at the clock and see that I’ve been in fantasy land for the past fifteen minutes.

Jesus, maybe her working here and not at home isn’t a good idea. I’m not going to get shit done with her here.

“Amigo, we’ve got a problem,” Roman states as he takes a seat.

And just like that the tension from earlier is back. Since the moment I got his voicemail, I’ve been on edge while I waited for him to show up.

“Miguel, the one I assumed knew something, did. And he knew more than we realized. He was trying to take over my place.”

“Was?” I ask.

“Yes, was. I made sure that wouldn’t ever be a mistake he can make again,” he casually tells me, as if it’s a daily thing for him to say.

Which, in a way, it is a daily thing for him and his world.

“Then how do we have a problem? Is it the familia now that’s after me? They’re trying to get to her? Or is it something else?”

“You’re safe from the familia, they still don’t know anything about you. That actually was never the reason they were following you.”

“So what the fuck is it then?” I yell, throwing my hands in the air.

“Both of you have, or had, I should say, a hit on you. Hired by her family.”

You could push me over with a feather when his words finally register with me.

“Her brother hired the mafia to kill us?” I ask my voice void of any emotion. None of this computes with me.

Her brother loves her more than anything in this world. I really can’t see him doing this to her.

And he had his chance at the wedding, so why didn’t he take it, if he really wanted us dead?

“Miguel said the first hit was on her, so we assumed the second hit was on you. Just before he was shot, he said something about an inheritance. I have my men looking into Maddox as we speak.”

“Their dad’s companies,” my voice trails off for a moment while I think about what I just learned. “It still doesn’t add up. Something is off with this intel, Roman. He had many chances at not only the wedding to do it himself, but during the honeymoon when we met up with him.” He nods but stays silent as I stew some more. “Wait. You said had hits on us.”

“Yes, I made sure the hits were taken off the books. However, there’s still a problem.”

“For fuck sake, Roman. Get to the goddamn point!” I roar, slamming my fist on my desk.

“We can’t find Maddox. Until we locate him, I think you're both still in danger. He was last seen being XXXX off the ship. We lost his trail in Rota, Spain.” My stomach clenches with the thought that he really is behind this mess. “Cara’s staying until you leave, yes? I want to make sure she stays close and doesn’t leave the building until we get more guards on you both.”

Picking up my phone, I call Xander and place him on speaker.

“Yes, she’s in the backroom waiting on deliveries. X, Rome has some info, but we’re going to need some more guards.”

Rome fills X in on everything that he told me and I just sit in silence trying to figure out the angle of why Maddox would kill us for their dad’s companies, when he still had at least a year before he could leave the military. Why not do it then when he could take over?

“Fuck me, that doesn’t sound like the man I met at your wedding. But I’ve seen some major fucked up shit in my world. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was looking for a way out of the military, and what better way than the death of his sister and her new husband. I’ll get a few more guys there asap and see what I can find out on my end about his whereabouts. Call me with updates.” Xander hangs up and I toss my phone onto my desk.

“This will kill Cara if Maddox really—”

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

Roman’s eyes meet mine when the sound of gunshots ring out in the office. Jumping out of our chairs, we rush toward the backroom where they came from.

My heart is in my throat as one horrific vision after another flashes behind my eyes. Tears begin to form as my breath catches in my throat. For one of the only times in my life, I find myself praying to God.

Don’t take her away from me.

Not now.

Not when I just got her.

“Cara,” I scream as I burst into the room.

My eyes take in the scene before me, boxes are toppled over, and store items are thrown all around the room. My gut sinks knowing there was a struggle before the shots went off. The banging of the backroom door against the wall of the alley, has my head snapping to that direction. A male’s body laying about twenty feet in front of the door stops me in my tracks.

From a distance, I recognize the face immediately and want to grab a gun and shoot him even though he's likely already dead. The blood beneath his body slowly spills around him. For just a brief moment, I relax at the thought that the gun shots were to injure him. To stop him from killing the one thing that matters to me in life.

Since he isn’t moving, that has to mean Cara is okay.

Please, God let that be the truth.

“Call nine-one-one. One dead and one injured,” one of Xander’s guards calls out as he bends down and places his fingers checking for a pulse.

My heart shatters, not knowing if the fucker he's checking is the dead one or the injured one. Which means that Cara . . . oh God no.

“Ahhhhhh,” a high-pitched scream echoes around the room, grabbing my attention and forcing me toward it.

“Don’t you leave me, mia,” I beg as I push the guard's hands away from her wound. I drop to my knees and take over pressing on her stomach to stop the blood that’s pouring from her body.

“It hurts . . .” she starts coughing.

“Stop talking, Cara,” I say gently, wanting her to conserve her energy.

“Love . . . you,” she gasps, and her eyes close as she passes out.

“Cara, wake the fuck up now,” I roar. “Don’t leave me.”

“Sir, please step aside.” Hands push me away from Cara.

The paramedics shoulder me aside and I quickly stand, moving to the side to give them room to work on her.

My eyes immediately lock on something dark red causing my vision to become tunneled on it. Everything around me fades out and all I can see is the blood that is covering my hands.

Cara’s blood.

God you better be ready for me too if you’re taking her from me. We both know I can’t live without her.