Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (47 page)

“
L
eon
, we’re headed
away
from the docks, where are we going?”

“Not to the docks, obviously!”

Cherry gives me a punch on the arm, and I can hear her laughing over the roar of my engine as I speed us around a twisting road that leads through some woods and rocky ground. I’ve driven us south of the docks to a wooded area, guided by the moonlight alone.

After a few minutes more, Cherry settles down as she realizes we’re moving upward and back around toward the water. Before long, I start slowing my bike down as we get close to the destination I have in mind.

There’s a hilltop that overlooks the water, and with a tree clearing for tourists during the daytime, it offers a crystal-clear vantage point to the docks on the north side of the bay. We come to a stop, and I get out a pair of binoculars from the bike’s seat compartment before leading Cherry towards the ledge.

“I remember this place,” Cherry whispers, her eyes drinking in the scenery around her as walk. “I used to come here when I’d slip out at night as a teenager.”

“You too?” I laugh. “I admit, I saw this place a lot more during the daytime. They uh, had a hard time keeping me in school when I was younger. This was a good place to come hang out on weekdays.”

“Now look at you, you hoodlum,” Cherry teases, nudging me with her elbow as we laugh quietly, careful not to risk drawing attention. “Anyway, this place is good, but there’s somewhere a little higher up where we can see things even better.”

Before I know it, she grabs me by the wrist and guides me off the trail a little ways. I follow, a smile on my face as we duck through some brush to climb up to a smaller hill that offers slightly better cover. I don’t suspect anyone’s going to give us trouble up here anyway, but this place feels more secluded.

I catch myself almost forgetting what we’re here to do; I’m not a teenager out on a date, we’re here to do some investigation. Running around with Cherry, though, it’s easy to lose myself in the rush of things. She has a way of making me forget all the troubles that have been keeping us from really living for so long.

“Here,” she says once we’re in position, “this is the spot.” We find a fallen log that I suspect people have been using here for a long time, and we take a seat to get comfortable.

For a while, the two of us just sit there, looking out over the still, cold waters and watching the moonlight cast a white path over its surface for miles and miles. I don’t look over to see if her eyes are as transfixed on the sight as mine are. I can feel a peace between us that I can’t really explain.

“Damn,” I hear myself saying. “Everything is so still up here.”

“Right?” Cherry says softly, leaning back and propping herself up by her hands. “The city almost looks kind of peaceful from here.” That brings a smile to my lips.

It’s funny, Cherry’s reappearance in town should be just another hurdle to work through the storm of the past few days, but the more I think about it, the more I feel like she’s at once an anchor and a motivation to keep going.

I finally glance over at her, and her eyes are on me. They look away quickly, but I keep mine on her. In the moonlight, her flowing gray blouse and tight dark jeans would almost make her meld into the wooded shadows if not for that flaming red hair of hers.

I try to raise the binoculars to my eyes, but I can’t bring myself to focus on my target. For a few seconds, I even forget what the hell I’m supposed to be looking for out there, and my gaze just passes around the area listlessly.

I want her. I want to claim her.

The words in my mind are loud and clear, and I feel them welling up inside me like an irresistible storm. After every boss I’ve had to beat back, after every institution I’ve had to rebel against, after everything I’ve fought for, I’ve never felt a drive in me as strong as how much I want to bend Cherry LaBeau over the log we’re sitting on and fuck her until she can’t think of anything else. The feeling of her cunt around my manhood is still fresh in my mind, her breath on my neck, my hand on her ass.

She glances back and catches me gazing at her sidelong, and a smile plays across her face. “What’s that look for?”

Her voice is playful, and so is my smile. “You’re something else, Cherry.”

She blinks and tilts her head to the side, those irresistibly glittering eyes of hers daring me to push a little further, ask a little more. “Oh yeah?”

“One second you’re hiding out with the locals with me, the next minute you’re accusing me of murder, and the next you’re following me up to some mysterious hilltop to spy on goons in the moonlight.”

One of her fingers is twirling around a lock of her crimson hair, and she finally lets the question I know she’s been holding in all night spill out. “Is that really why you took me all the way up here, now?”

“Yeah,” I say, my voice husky. “I don’t think a self-respecting journalist would follow the most feared man in town around all week without a damn solid reason.”

“Do I have a good reason?” she say in a near-whisper.

“You tell me,” I growl, and my hand moves to her hip, the other sliding into her hair as I loom over her and press my lips hard against her.

Tonight, she’s mine.

I’m at least a head taller than her, and she can feel it as I hug her tight into me, my hand gripping her sleeve as she lets out a stifled groan into my kiss, her arms wrapping around my rock-hard abdomen.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” I growl between kisses as our lips part, “coming back into my life like this?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” she says back, swinging one leg over the log and pulling herself further into me.

My hands are all over her, exploring her body voraciously, and hers are fumbling across my muscles with as much desire, every second we’d spent together these past few days since the last time we fucked spilling over. We’re finally alone. Finally uninhibited. And I’m not going to waste a second of it.

Our seat becomes inconvenient, so I slide a knee to the ground, pulling her down with me and holding her up over me to cushion the fall. She nearly collapses atop me, and she just lets out a whimper of desire as I pull her close into me again, my hands grabbing her ass hard as I grind up against her.

My mouth is at her neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh with renewed energy. My hardened cock bulges in my pants, desperate to get out. Desperate for Cherry.

It doesn’t take long for me to work her blouse off, and as it falls to the ground, her fingers are already fumbling to unhook her bra for fear that I’d rip the damn thing off. She can sense my hunger for her, and all she wants is to goad it on — to be utterly taken.

Her bra falls aside and her breasts spill out. In an instant, I sit up, sliding my jacket off, and I have to work my t-shirt off between her groping at me desperately. I toss the jacket and the shirt to the ground and push Cherry onto it, using it to pad her against the dirt. It might be disrespectful to the patch, but to me, she’s worth it. And the only one who’d dare question me over it is putting her lips to my neck, wrapping herself around me.

She’s already kicked off her shoes, and I work her pants down with ease, her hips twisting to help get them off faster. She’s not wearing underwear. A grin spreads across my face as she lets herself lie there, totally exposed to me, practically panting for me to pierce her.

“Not yet,” I say, “I’ve got something else in mind for you.”

I bring my face down to her waiting, needy cunt and drag my tongue across her slit, slow and deep, and she lets out a long moan as her hands grip my head, getting a fistful of my hair as she presses herself up into me. Her taste is strong and it’s driving me fucking wild.

My tongue wastes no time in starting to stroke her rhythmically, and Cherry is gasping with each stroke. The stubble of my beard brushes against her skin as I move up and down, the tip of my tongue venturing deep inside her before playing around the outer edges of her pussy. I can feel her insides electrifying at its touch, her muscles tightening and her hips twitching as I explore her. Then my tongue moves up to her clit, and her knees jerk up as it strikes it relentlessly, swirling around the sensitive spot at the crown of her cunt.

I feel her legs wrap around me as I work with machine-like rhythm and animalistic vigor. “Fuck, don’t stop, Leon,” she begs me, “God, what even are you?”

I don’t answer, but get bolder and more intrusive with my mouth, stroking deep and ending at her clit each time. With every stroke, she anticipates it, but like a rolling inevitability, she nearly seizes up as I hit the golden spot. I start to feel her muscles tightening, faster and faster, but just as she starts to grip my sides hard, I withdraw, and her eyes spring open from the trance I’ve stroked her into. She looks almost hurt, wounded that I’d deny her, but as I undo my jeans and let them slide down, her pain turns to renewed lust at the sight of my cock.

Gripping her hips with my hands, I first pull her towards me and lunge forward to bite at her neck. She lets out a gasp as my teeth graze her skin, my fingernails running down her back as I suck at the nape of her neck relentlessly, meaning to leave a mark. Her squirming relaxes almost immediately, and she turns her head away to expose herself to me, inviting my assault, begging me to claim her.

I finally draw back and let her look up into me, looming over her and glaring into her eyes with unmitigated desire. For the briefest instant, I remember why we’re here, and the next, I toss the thought aside. Nothing will stand between us tonight.

That’s the liberty in my mind as I start to grind the tip of my cock into her, swirling it around her clit as she pushes herself up into me while I support her neck with one hand. “Turn around,” I say in a husk as I guide her hips, and she obeys, turning over to present her ass to me while she supports herself on my kutte.

“Do you want this?” I ask, pressing my bulging, dark crown against her lips from behind, and even that simple motion has her pressing herself back into me, but I hold her hips firm. “I want to hear it.”

“God, Leon,
please
,” she whimpers, “fill me up, I want all of you inside me!”

Without another word, I impale her with my cock from behind, and my crown crashes against that most sensitive spot inside her, and she nearly crumples to the ground under me as her honey floods my shaft. She tries not to yell out in ecstasy as I start bucking into her with abandon, and her teeth sink into the collar of my kutte as my hips work.

My cock pumps her like a piston, back and forth without missing a beat on each assault on the insides of her cunt. Her tightness is ecstasy for me. We share our warmth, and even as I claim her on the ground, I feel a closeness with her I’ve never felt before.

I pound into her furiously, her soft ass pressing into my pelvis as I go, and I have no plans to be cautious. I release all my inhibitions on her, and soon, I feel her cunt tightening even further around my manhood as she takes a sharp breath.

Then she lets out a piercing groan into my kutte as her orgasm bursts through her body, wracking her from her torso to her legs as I hold her up to keep her from falling over under me. I keep my pace, and I can feel her jerking and twisting under me as more waves of pleasure flow through her unimpeded as I keep my piston-like rhythm.

I feel my balls start to tighten as they slap against her wet cunt, and my fierce bucking starts to lose its regularity as my cock stiffens harder and harder, swelling up inside her.

“Don’t hold back!” I hear her beg as she feels what’s coming, “Come inside me, Leo — ”

Her word is cut off as she lets out a yelp and I release myself in her with a deep, husky groan, all the tension I’ve been holding back unleashing itself all over her insides. Long, hard shots of myself shoot up into her as I come, each one with a hard throb that makes her twitch each time.

I pull out of her, and the hot, pearly fluid spills out with me, the silence of the night accented by our heavy, exhausted breathing. Cherry turns over to look at me, shirtless and looming with my cock still stiff and wet with her honey, and a smile makes its way through her panting.

“So, strictly business tonight, right?”

I can’t hold back a deep chuckle, and I slap her on the thigh as she scurries up to get herself dressed again.

* * *

W
e’ve cleaned ourselves up
, and half an hour later, the night has descended into staring at the docks through the pair of binoculars I’d nearly forgotten beside me. We hand it to each other from time to time, trying to scope out anything of value, but it isn’t until around midnight that something catches my eye.

“Why didn’t I notice
that
before?” I murmur to myself, and Cherry cranes her neck to try to see what I’m looking at, resting her hands on my shoulders and leaning on my back.

“Well, what is it?”

“That ship down there, I see someone moving around on it.”

“So? Have you not been seeing the people milling around? They’re shady old docks, that happens from time to time.”