“Did that help?” I asked.
“Actually, it did.”
“Good, now let’s run,” I said as I saw the beam of light sweeping across the sand a bit further away.
“What?” She asked.
“Let’s run!” I said, pulling her arm. She looked over her shoulder and saw the light. We took off in a full-blown sprint. We laughed as we ran and landed under the pier. We looked in the distance where the lights were. They were right at our beach towel, clothes, and snacks.
“I thought you said no one was here.” She said, eyes locked on the lights.
“Like no people, but beach security stays here all night.”
“Then why you have me screaming like a fool?”
“Because it helped?” I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. She hit me in the chest and joined in. We stumbled and fell back in the sand.
“They are taking our clothes.” She tried to rise, but I pulled her back into me and pinned her with a kiss.
“Fuck those clothes. You don’t need them for what I want to do.”
“What if we get caught?” Her lips spread into a grin.
“What if we do?” I hiked my brow. Her only response was a kiss. One that made me quickly lose myself. We rolled around until she was on top of me. She reached down and pulled my dick out of my pants. I pulled her panties to the side. When she sank down on me slowly, I bit my lip. She rocked her hips up and down, pacing herself, as I reached out and caressed her breasts. I needed those sexy nipples out of that bra.
“Don’t break it, Marcos.” She warned.
“Take it off,” I demanded. I was getting impatient and fumbling. My mouth was watering, and I needed a mouthful of her. As soon as her bra came up, I sat up and slipped her left one into my mouth while I increased her pace with my hand, aided by her hips.
“Fuck, baby. Thank you. Thank you for this.”
“You got that, baby. Whatever you need, whenever you need it.”
“I need your clothes after this, then.” She laughed, but she was talking a little too much for me. I flipped her on her back and started driving. Within seconds, her eyes rolled back in her head. That was precisely where I wanted her. I didn’t want her thinking about shit but us and this moment. I was going to fuck her until the sun came up. I would always be there to do what needed to be done to improve her mood and raise her spirits. She deserved that. That was the least I could do, really. With the way she unfolded to my touch, I needed more of that and I would earn it every chance I got.
Chapter 18
Kole
Iwaited in the living room for my father to make an appearance. He loved to make people wait for him. Even though I was his son, it still gave him a sense of power that he was paying me, and I had to sit here. He was so damn extra with all the décor in this house. It was stuffed fucking lions and tigers on his walls. He even had a big ass painting of himself hanging over his fireplace. I liked myself a lot, but not as much as this nigga. He was over the top and mean as hell. I understood him better as I got older. All the training paid off. I was a wealthy man, but I never quite looked at him the way a son should look at a father.
He was someone who groomed me. I didn’t get the benefit of his love, and that was a big disconnect. I knew he would kill me in an instant if he needed to, and I would do the same. It was crazy, but I knew it was the truth. When he walked in, he was holding a glass of wine and puffing on one of his signature cigars.
“Didn’t you know what time I was coming here?” I spat, feeling the silent disrespect. Shit, I was a man too. His ass was in the back doing whatever, like I didn’t have my own agenda.
“You are your father’s son, aren’t you? I had to make sure you were still holding yourself together. You know, sometimes you have a way of losing yourself.” He said, pointedly.
“Never once have I not gotten shit done. That was you, remember?” I raised an eyebrow. He chuckled and took a seat across from me.
“Where are you on things? The new team has been assembled. What have you found out?”
“I know where his houses are, I know who he is close to, but not the supplier yet. That’s going to take a little more…. Finagling.”
He stroked his beard and sat back.
“I got it. Just have my money ready and a plot ready for that nigga when I put him in the dirt.” I told him.
“We aren’t killing him,” he said flatly.
