Kray (Broken Deeds MC, #6) Page 7

I wait till she’s inside and lock the door behind us. Placing the pile of files on the bed, I stalk to the tiny refrigerator in the corner and take out two bottles of water. I hold one out for her, which she takes as I make myself comfortable and take off my boots.

  “Were getting into a bed together again?” She eyes me warily.

  I can’t help but give her a smug smile. “With our track record, nothing will happen anyway.”

  She rolls her eyes and plants her ass on the mattress. “What are we supposed to do?”

  “Well, normally we team up when we get assignments. Broken Deeds MC balances an amount of eight to ten cases at a time. But Deeds put everything on hold, except for a few urgent matters, and has everyone focused on your sister’s case. Therefore others will handle crucial tasks, North will check out a few leads Chopper and Nash stumbled into while we go over all the details again to see if we missed anything,” I explain and grab one of the files from the pile.

  Vienna takes a file and opens the bottle of water to take a few sips before putting the cap back on, placing it on the bedside table. She settles in with her back to the headboard and glances over the stuff in front of her.

  I’d rather stare at her but I shake my head to clear it and drag my attention to the papers I’m holding. The information on it is about Jacob. He’s one of the three guys who works in close contact with Shade. With the long list of convictions, I’d say this one fought his way up. The last four years he’s kept his nose clean. It says here he has a sister living nearby.

  I reach under the bed and grab my laptop. It takes a moment to fire up. Typing in the location, I take the other files and a piece of paper along with a pen. The addresses are all near each other. Appearing in the shape of a large triangle.

  “Do you think Shade has a house somewhere in the middle?” Vienna questions as she leans in to glance at my notes and the screen of my laptop.

  I have to admit...I was thinking the same thing, but... “Wouldn’t it be too obvious? I mean, look.” I snatch up another file to search for the details we have on Shade. “Not one single address or last known location of this fucker. It’s like he lives in a damn bunker, so far off grid nothing can track his ass.”

  Vienna pierces me with her gaze. “What if he has a bunker? Think about it. Wouldn’t it explain why our facial recognition couldn’t track him down if he lives completely underground?”

  “Yeah,” I mutter and think things through. “But you also mentioned a rat in your team and he or she could have prevented a hit, don’t you think? Chopper’s worked with Nerd and Nash, a guy we’ve patched in a while back. They’ve programmed some...hell, I have no clue what they made, but if you have a face you need found, they created something you can put the face in and it runs for hours or sometimes days but it will give you hits to go through. It’s also what North will be checking out since Chopper ran a check of those three guys who Shade has working for him. The lead players.”

  I take the image Chopper added to Shade’s file and hold it up. “This is the only image you’ve found of this guy?”

  “It seems he dropped off the face of the earth around five years ago.” Vienna nods and takes the picture from me. “A year or two later he started up his business. We actually connected a series of deaths where organs were missing from people who were left in hotel rooms, dropped in alleys or left to die in their own house. I think Shade started out with illegal surgeries and expanded his business from there on out.”

  “His father owned a welding company, right?” I grab some of the other papers and it makes the pictures of the old hacker Shade was using slide out. The burns visible and with what I just mentioned, “What if the fucker is heavily burned himself?” I muse.

  Vienna gasps and snatches up the picture of the old hacker, holding it up. “It would explain why he mutilated her. Maybe because he couldn’t stand to have perfect skin around him?”

  I grab the shot of all three of the guys who work closely with Shade. “Huge scar on the side of his head, the reason why his head is shaved.” I hold up another shot. “Scar on his left cheek, looks like an old knife wound.” I grab the other shot but this guy’s face is flawless.

  “He lost his leg due to some kind of infection five years ago. It’s in his file, here.” Vienna searches through the pile and holds up a piece of paper.

  “I’ll be damned. Think we could link them through surgery? Maybe find out if they all used the same surgeon? Hospital? Anything that might tie them together and have another lead to check,” I fire off question after question, excited about the fact we might have a link we can run with.

  If we can find out how Shade started up his online black-market business there might be more information to gather about them that can lead to solving this case. Anything how small it might seem can help get us closer to finding Reva.

  “Brilliant.” Vienna beams a huge fucking smile my way, punching me right in the damn chest and filling me with warmth. “Because if we can tie a name to the surgeon or surgeons Shade uses, we can track him eventually. They would need somewhere to work or meet, whatever. Yes, this is good, right?”

  “Sure is.” I grin and grab my phone.

  Deeds picks up on the second ring and I relay everything Vienna and I discussed. With my Prez putting everyone on this case this means me and North aren’t in charge anymore. Everyone needs to report to the Prez.

  I’m not completely happy with this part but it’s for the best. Not only since he handles coordination flawlessly, but it is also less pressure on me. I can now focus on seeing if Vienna and I can come up with more leads. Deeds just let me know he’s going to let Chopper run a few checks and he’s going to pick up on this lead.

  Vienna heard the full conversation, with me putting the call on speaker. When I’ve hit the end call, the only thing we do is stare at each other for a few breaths. The both of us have a grin on our face, hoping this will get us closer to finding Reva. Excitement pours off her and without thinking she dashes forward and throws her arms around my neck to hug me close.

  My phone drops to the mattress and I let my hands slide over her waist to pull her even closer. Fuck. This feels so damn good. I let my fingers slide up over the soft fabric of her shirt until I reach her neck. Her short hair is so fucking soft and when I reach the top, I can finally fist the short spikes and drag her head back.

  She gasps and her eyes dilate. Lust. I see the desire my body holds for her mirrored in her hot gaze. I can’t help myself and lean in to let my tongue trail a path over her mouth. I take her bottom lip between my teeth and give a gentle pull. Shit. It’s been so many years since I’ve kissed, and the mere reminder of having her mouth yesterday fires up the need to have her lips again.

  The feeling is tantalizing my every nerve. My heart speeds up, my breathing turns heavy. It’s as if every damn cell inside my body is heightened by this woman. And I haven’t even fucking kissed her thoroughly yet. Time to change this little detail; she’s worth it. Hell, maybe it’s all about control slipping or an adrenaline rush, who the hell cares...I need it, and she needs it.

  And it’s fucking happening. My tongue slides right inside, demanding the entrance she gladly gives. I swallow the moans she releases that make my cock harden even more. It’s as if I’m inhaling a drug. The sweet euphoria hitting full force, the need for more, knowing how good it is.

  Her hands tug at my shirt and rip it from my jeans. Nails sliding over my bare skin and if I’m not inside her within the next few minutes, I’m going to kill someone. Insanity. It’s the despair to follow through what we started. There’s no stopping what we started and even the thought of North finding out I’ve kissed her—am kissing her—doesn’t stop me. Hell, if anything the burning spikes even more to bury myself inside her to mark her as mine and only mine.

  “I want inside you. Bare. No fucking barrier between us,” I growl into her mouth, unable to keep myself together. “I’m clean, you?”

  “Clean, on the pill,” she croaks and burie
s her face against the crook of my neck, her teeth nibbling on my skin.

  “Clothes. Off,” I snap and regretfully let her go and jump off the bed.

  She scurries off on the other side and sheds all her clothing as mine hit the floor too. I rip off the sheets to clear the bed in one swoop of all the files, littering the floor with photographs and papers.

  I fist my cock and start to lazily stroke myself. Her eyes slide down and I relish in the way her eyes widen. “You’re the first one who will get the feel of these piercings without a condom to stroke deep inside your pussy.”

  “Don’t you have a nice way of making me feel all special,” Vienna croaks and swallows hard.

  “You want special? Then make sure you scream my given name when you orgasm, and only use it when you orgasm, got it?” I don’t know where the hell this comes from but this here is so damn different, I need this.

  She nods eagerly as I tell her my given name. Her tongue slides between her lips and the way she puts her knee on the bed and crawls toward me? I damn well know what she’s up to but I can’t let it happen.

  “No, Vienna. Lie down, spread your legs. Next time you’ll give me your mouth but I can’t stand to see you suck my cock without blowing my load,” I tell her, my voice thick with the lust that’s already boiling over.

  The grin she shoots me is one damn sexy look on her before she deliberately crawls very slowly to the headboard. She glances over her shoulder to shoot me a sultry look and shakes her damn ass.

  Now I’m the one swallowing hard as she slides down and turns, letting her finger trail down her body until it lands on her pussy. Yes, a pussy and not a damn nameless cunt. This one’s special and needs to be treasured. Her perfect pussy is already glistening, all pink and perfect when she slides some of her juices up to circle her clit.

  “For fuck’s sake,” I croak and snatch up her wrist to guide her fingers away from her pussy. “Don’t you dare take lead on what’s mine to control,” I tell her and bring her fingers to my mouth to get a taste of her.

  Damn. All rational thought evaporates. I grab a pillow and tell her, “Push your hips up.”

  I shove the pillow underneath her ass to raise her fine pussy into the air. Crawling in between her legs I bury my face between her legs and close my eyes to savor the moment. The scent of her arousal is drugging and wafting around me. The mere taste lingering on my tongue ignites a craving to have more.

  My eyes flash open when I lick her from ass to clit. Vienna gasps and her hands flash up to grip my head to draw me closer. I gently tease her opening with two fingers while my tongue circles her bundle of nerves. The way she rubs herself all over my face only fires up my own lust. Or maybe it’s the way her taste intensifies.

  A growl rips from my chest. I know she’s about to come and I’m balancing a thin line between having her come in my mouth or around my cock but the craving to bury myself deep conquers all.

  “Dax!” she screams on an intense breath and groans again, “Daaaaaaaax.”

  Her voice rips from her throat in an overwhelming force, carrying my name with such intensity I almost follow her into the orgasm pool she just plunged into. So damn special to hear my given name for the first time in so many years spill from a woman’s lips.

  The way she’s clamping down on my cock as it’s buried deep inside her pussy is the most precious gift life has to offer me. At least in this moment of time it is. Shit. If this is the first time I’m taking her and I’m already lost in the way our bodies connect, anything will only get better and fucking better. I groan when my hips draw back and slide back in.

  My piercings stimulate pleasure for the both of us, and it’s indescribably intense. I added those piercings years back and it’s never felt like this and I’m damn sure it’s because it’s Vienna and most of all...the fact we’re fucking bare.

  I’m hovering over her and take in every inch of her gorgeous face. Eyes closed and visibly undergoing pure ecstasy. With her hips still placed on the pillow my cock is allowed to slide in deeper through this angle. I pick up speed and fuck her harder.

  Her perfect tits are swaying back and forth due to the force of my thrusts and they’re taunting me to give them some attention. It takes a few tries but then I have one of those stiff nipples between my teeth as I carefully start to nibble and suck.

  The little mewls falling from her lips and how her nails rake over my skull, everything tells me she’s enjoying the little bite of pain. I slide my arm underneath her body and grip her shoulder to keep her in place and pound my hips harder. It’s like all boundaries have fallen away. Nothing, and no one, is holding me back.

  The need to brand her, take her, make her feel my cock even after I’ve left her body. There’s a burning need running through my body. The reminder of our connection, the way we feed on the desire crackling between us is undeniable.

  Her nails slide over my shoulders and I damn well feel she’s breaking skin and I fucking relish in it as I bury myself deep one more time. My name spills from her lips on a hot breath entering my ears. Her pussy grips me in a turmoil of waves while the cum rips from my body, branding her inside and out. And I’m pretty damn sure somewhere along the line she branded me as hers along with it.

  Chapter Eight

  ***Vienna***

  My heart is beating out of control and it’s as if this man chased the damn thing itself and managed to capture it too, dammit. Insane. I just had the most mind-blowing, heart-leaping, and body-scorching sex ever. I have nothing to compare it with. Like none. I’ve had sex before, don’t get me wrong but this? A league of its own. Not just the sex but the man himself too.

  “I can’t catch my breath,” I wheeze.

  His chuckle rumbles his body, hot, sticky and draped over me.

  “Give it a minute,” he simply tells me.

  My pussy clamps down on his dick, softening inside me and yet it twitches as if it’s about to spring back to life. The both of us groan and even if we’re out of breath and drained of all energy...there’s no denying; the both of us want more.

  “Dammit, I think you ripped everything I had right out of me,” Kray grumbles and falls to the side.

  He surges up, rips the pillow from underneath my body and grabs my arm to drape me over his chest.

  “There,” he sighs in contentment. “Right where I can find you. Though I seriously think I’m not up for round two any time soon. I need me some fuckin’ pie first.”

  “Mmmm,” I hum. “Pie.”

  “North and I...” Kray snaps his mouth shut and mutters, “Never mind.”

  Though nothing can take away the moment we shared just now...I feel as if Kray deserves to pull North in this bed with us. Not physically but absolutely in discussions. How can he not? Clearly these two guys share a past and not only do I have a feeling I’m the first woman who made them split apart—let Kray take me by himself—I will never stand in between their friendship.

  I raise up on my forearms to connect our gaze. “What about North? Please tell me.”

  Instead of waiting for him to speak, I choose to cuddle back against his chest and when I feel his arms around me to pull me closer, I know I made the right choice.

  “After we’d...after.” Kray clears his throat and I know what he’s about to say and the way he struggles with how to say it is adorable.

  “After the two of you shared the bed with one woman...” I finish for him, some laughter in my voice along with it.

  His arm tightens even more for a breath or two before he places a kiss on the top of my head and says, “Yeah...then we’d head out and get some pie. Each time a different place so we could compare the pie.”

  Their freaky grading system comes back and now I get it. “So, you two grade the pie and the woman?”

  “Yeah...” he drags the word out again and adds, “The first time we headed out right after since the chick was all clingy and didn’t listen when I told her no damn kissing. North and I just met a few hours before, so we d
ecided to head out together and get some coffee. And coincidentally, we discovered we were both in the army and were gonna be teamed up and head out for our first tour the next day. So, we went out and had pie to talk. I had the apple pie ‘cause I fucking love apple pie. North, well, he’s not picky but it has to be cheesecake. Strawberry, peanut butter, white chocolate raspberry, doesn’t matter, as long as it’s cheesecake. Anyway, we rate the girl first, then the pie.”

  This little detail is intriguing. “You guys never spill any details or talk things over afterwards? Like...never? Only one grade and that’s it?”

  “Nope, we only give two grades, girl and pie,” Kray chuckles. “I would say we never kiss...and tell...but I guess with me taking your mouth and licking your sweet pussy, I’ve even broke that rule.”

  “You never kissed one of those women in all those years?” I question, finding the very thought strange. And then another thought hits me. “How many women a week? Because the two of you having pie right after each time? The both of you having little to no fat on those bodies...makes a girl wonder how much pie you can eat in a week...wait. Never mind. All those calories are burned right off with hot sex. Dammit, shutting up now. No, wait. We need to get pie. Like right now.” I dash up and search for my pants.

  Kray chuckles but then turns serious. “The whole rambling and dashing off? I don’t know how well you’re taking all of this. I damn well hope we’re okay. You and me, this...thing...between us. It’s not going to be a one-time thing like how...fuck.” Kray stalks toward me and crashes his mouth against mine.

  His kisses are addicting. The way he dominates my mouth and then slowly turns it into pure seduction makes my whole body feel numbed by adoration.

  Kray breaks the kiss and places his forehead against mine. “Most definitely not a one-time thing, understood?”

  “Most definitely,” I sigh, still floating on the cloud of adoration he put me on.

  “You still want to get pie?” he croaks.

  I swallow hard and say, “It depends.”