Page 50 of Empire of Savages
“Rub yourself on my leg, little voyeur. Leave the evidence of your greedy dripping cunt all over it.”
I cried out in relief as he positioned his leg between my own and I ground down for the first time. The friction felt amazing, but it was how taboo this was that really made me pant.
“You can rub your pussy all over me, baby, but you’re not allowed to come. You hear me?”
What?He couldn’t possibly be serious.
“I want you soaked by the time I come back around tonight. I wanted to edge you all fucking night long at the club, and then when you couldn’t take any more, I was going to fuck you with this cock.”
I whimpered.
“But with the change in plans, this will have to do.”
With a strangled moan, he began to thrust more deeply into my mouth, until all I could do was open my jaw as wide as it could go and hold on.
There was a second of warning—a saltiness I tasted on my tongue—then he was coming. Ropes and ropes of him hit the back of my throat. Swallowing down, he wrung the last of his pleasure from me, then pulled free. Wrapping a hand around my jaw, he brought my mouth to his in a searing kiss, and when he finally pulled away, I was dizzy with need. Crazed with lust.
Then he murmured darkly, “My turn.”
Chapter 16
Nick
Alex’s pussyhad left a stain on my jeans. The scent of her kept wafting up and hitting my nose as I rode out to meet Gunnar, causing my still-hard dick to push against the zipper of my pants. It was uncomfortable as fuck while riding, but Christ, I couldn’t get enough of her. When I thought about the way her neck and chest flushed with heat every time I made her come, it was fucking worth the shit I was going to get from Gunnar for being late.
As I twisted the accelerator to push my bike harder, I thought back to how pretty she’d looked taking my cock, stretching her lips around me, swallowing my length until it nudged the back of her throat. But it was her taste sliding over my tongue afterward that was the fucking highlight. Having my face buried between her thighs was my new favorite place to be.
It was also the reason why I had three missed calls from Gunnar on my phone, probably demanding to know where the fuck I was. After leaving Alex, I started in the direction of Rochester—a suburb located outside of Detroit—to meet him at a suspected Devils’ stash house. I was already more than forty-five minutes late, so when I pulled up behind Gunnar’s Mustang, he was ready to lay into me.
“What the fuck, man?” he said, getting out of the driver’s seat.
“I know.”
His eyes skated down my body, then returned to my face. A small smile tugged up the corner of his mouth. “At least tell me you were getting some pussy.”
When I didn’t deny it, he slapped me on the shoulder and laughed.
“Fuck, yes. You’ve been making up for lost time, brother.” He slapped me again—harder this time. “I guess I can let this slide then.”
I didn’t remind him that I outranked him. Instead, I turned my attention to the street. Nice houses here. Tidy gardens. Manicured lawns. Nobody would ever suspect that there was a multi-million-dollar coke stash sitting right in the middle of all that perfect. “Right, what’s the plan?”
“La Croix has been using this place to hold his coke shipments when they come up from Mexico. He cuts somewhere else, but this is where the bricks get delivered.”
I pulled out a paper and rolled a cigarette. Licking the edge shut, I balanced it on my lip while pulling out my lighter. “How have the cops not figured it out yet?”
“La Croix is smart about it. All deliveries come in via a UPS van. Three times a week to avoid raising suspicion, then it’s cleared out late Tuesday nights. The place is stacked with coke right now, making it the perfect time to strike.”
I exhaled slowly, looking at the homes around us. It was a quiet street. “Has La Croix figured out who hit the War Chiefs’ cook house yet?”
Gunnar shook his head. “I know there’s at least one informant inside the organization right now, because Brooks was told that Talon was fucking losing his mind over the hit. The Devils have no idea who it was. He’s getting more and moreparanoid, though. Cleaning house. Trying to find out who the mole is.”
Opaque smoke streamed out with my laugh. Hearing how La Croix was growing unhinged. When he found out his daughter was fucking the enemy, he was going to pop the fuck off. “Well, then, let’s fuck with his head a little more then, shall we?”
The house was—surprisingly—unguarded from the front. There wasn’t even a damned alarm system installed except for a few dummy cameras. Gunnar picked the lock and opened the front door, waiting just in case someone was inside and decided to come shooting. When it was clear the place was empty, we both walked inside and shut the door behind us. I drew my gun as a precaution and started sweeping the house.
I took the bedrooms, while Gunnar checked out the living areas, kitchen, and basement. All four bedrooms were packed with coke. The walls were lined about five bricks deep and fifteen high. At a quick count, there had to be at least four hundred and fifty bricks per room, leaving the number north of eighteen hundred bricks total.
This was a mine of white powder—the street value of which was in the tens of millions.