Sexual Deception (New Adult Interracial Romance, Bad for You Series Vol #1) (9 page)

“Kane?”

“Yes.” My dick came alive right there in my pants. If magic flowed through him, he would've been inside of her.

“What was the emergency?”

I sighed and looked up at her. “I need you and Hassan to leave Miami. I'll pay for everything. I have a secret place where you can stay out of the country. This would just be a few weeks at best, and then we'll discuss a more permanent location where ever you choose, as long as it's away from here.”

“Wait a minute. I don't understand.” She backed up, but kept that gun at my eye level.

“I never told you what I do, but you know I'm above Julio and that he doesn't roll in anything legal, right?”

“Yes, and I know that you probably kill too.”

My expression faltered for a little bit, but I decided not to pretend that it wasn't true. “Yes, I kill too.”

“Who's after you?”

“Don't worry about that.” I reached for the gun. “Please, put that down.”

“Who is it?” She took the gun out of my reach and put it to her side.

“You don't know the person.”

“You have no idea who I know.”

I crossed the space between us. Too much had happened today, and even worst, my dick had been teased too damn much. I captured her ass first. It had been too long, since I'd gripped it. Gun in hand or not, seizing that cushion between my fingers was worth a bullet.

“Kane, stop.” Those two words sounded low.

“I can't help myself. You know what this ass does to my head, right?”

“You'll have to get over it.”

“Now that I'm holding it, I can't remember why I even came here. Damn you.” I squeezed her bottom and pressed my erection into her belly button. She whimpered.

Hmmm. She really shouldn't have made that sound.

I picked Teagan up and carried her down in the direction to her lit bedroom, pushing through the half-open door. I barely took in her room or any of its decorations. All I cared about was the bed.

“Wait.” Melody tried to climb out of my arms.

“No, please no.”

“Put me down,” she yelled.

Frowning, I did and dug my hands into my jeans. “Dear God, when are you going to forgive me? I'll do anything, give you whatever you want.”

She put her back to me and walked out of her bedroom. That lovely ass bounced while she marched away.

“No! Wait. Don't take her away from me.” I rushed out.

She paused in the hallway, twisted around, and glared at me. “What do you mean don’t take
her
away
?”

Scowling, I gestured to that apple bottom.

She laughed. “You're insane. You understand that right?”

I moved her way.

With each step, she backed up. “We've gone through this all before. I'm done sleeping with you.

And you're already on my shit list right now for coming in here without my permission. Get out.”

We continued that weird dance of her inching away as I crept forward.

“Please, Teagan. Let me kiss her.”

“No.”

“She misses me. You have to know that.”

She licked her lips, looked as if she realized she'd been doing it, and stopped. “W-who were you talking about earlier?”

“I don't remember.”

“You said someone's trying to kill you.” She backed up past her small living room and entered an even small kitchen. A table met the back of her legs and stopped her from moving even further.

“One kiss.”

She raised one finger in front of her face. “Stop it. You're in my house late at night—”

Closing the distance between us, I sucked on her finger and embraced her. Sure, Melody prowled somewhere out in Miami or even near Teagan's place to kill me, or maybe she left. None of it mattered. Not when Teagan stood in front of me naked and warm.

“Let's talk about this after I kiss her.” I took the finger out of my mouth and spun Teagan around. She shrieked. Yet when I bent her across the table, she moaned.

“Damn this is beautiful.” I grew rock hard.

If my dick was more solid, I'd need to go to the hospital for treatments. With the gun still in one hand, the top half of her body lay along the surface of her table. That luscious rear propped up in the air for me, ready to take my cock, anyway I desired.

I lowered down to my knees. She could've moved away right then, but she had to be as hungry as me as she spread those legs wider once my face got in front of her ass. Those sexy folds were out in the open, teasing me with the little moistness that gleamed back at me in the dim light. I lapped at it and drew a shriek from Teagan.

That's where I continued—wet strokes to that pink flesh. It had been too long since I'd been behind her like this. I got nasty and reckless, licking from her special button to her anus and dipping the tip anywhere I could, just to imprint her all over my face.

“Stop teasing me, Kane.”

I blew. Air brushed against her slick center.

“Come up, motherfucker.” She wiggled those cheeks like she used to on the stage, knowing it made me get on all fours like a dog and wag my tail.

I rushed to my feet, my fingers stumbling all over my buckle until I finally opened everything I needed to. My jeans fell to my ankles. I yanked out my cock and pierced her. Other times, I did it slowly, with a smooth precision, taking my time and making my teasing last as long as I could.

Tonight, I rammed it in her, slammed and pounded, cursing at her with every thrust and squeezing my own ass to get that extra inch into her. That big behind rocked back and forth, back and forth with my rhythm.

“I should beat this pussy up.” I gently smacked her soft behind. It vibrated with the movement.

She glanced over my shoulder and bit her lip. “Do it, motherfucker. Beat it up.”

“Yeah?” I thrust hard.

She screeched, “Kane!”

She never looked away and never could when I moved inside of her from behind. Still stroking in and out of her wetness, I wrapped my arms around her body and grabbed those small breasts. My fingers seized her nipples and slowly twisted them from side to side. “Did you miss this dick, baby?”

“God, yes!” She placed her hand between her thighs and probably fondled her clit. “Don't stop.”

“Never.”

And that's how we fucked. On the kitchen table. Hard. With no sense of the noise we made or the craziness that closed in around us. That was the biggest problem with Teagan's pussy. I couldn't think when it encased around me. She took what I gave her, and then pushed back with even more heart. She was more than wet. She glided along my cock, or more like slipped up and down on it. My whole body tightened into a frenzy of lusty nerves.

“Oh, damn you!” My cock filled with my orgasm, but didn't release. She hadn't come yet, so I couldn't let myself go.

“Kane!” She worked that little button and I did my best to rub the head of my dick along her g-spot.

“Oh!” She shook and collapsed on the table. Warm fluid poured down my cock.

Oh fuck. How did I forget she squirted when she came?

I tightened my hold on her hips and screamed as I came inside of her. My knees wobbled. I bit my lip and swore I tasted a little blood. My whole body blew up into manic pleasure. Good God if anybody could put an orgasm in a bottle, wars would rise from it. Blood would shed. There was nothing better than coming in a beautiful woman.

I blinked as I slipped out, realizing for the first time that somewhere in the middle of my coming Teagan had snatched up her gun, after laying it on the table.

Why did she get it? Did she think I was going to kill her?

The lights turned on. Clapping ensued behind us.

“I'm really impressed,” Melody said when I turned around. She held a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in her hand. “And it's as big as I figured, which was pretty huge to begin with.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” I made sure Teagan remained behind me. Luckily, she didn't scream or seem scared at all. Movement came from behind me, but I wouldn't risk a glance.

Melody rolled her eyes. “Put the gun down, Teagan. You're a good shot, but not as good as me.”

“Don't put the gun down, Teagan,” I said through clenched teeth. “And Melody, I gave you a chance to run, but instead—”

“Save it.” She held her hand up. “I didn't come here for you. I've just decided you're my knight.”

“Knight? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Have you ever played chess?” She threw the clothes my way. “Put that on, Teagan. Clearly Kane can't think when you're naked.”

“No, don't.” I reached out for Teagan, but she moved out of my way. Her expression radiated rage. If we got out of this alive, she'd never forgive me. With the gun no longer in her hand, she put on her clothes.

Why the hell did Teagan put down the gun? Did she do that for me?

“I don't have anything to do with this.” Teagan buttoned the top of her jeans.

“Yes you do. You're my bishop.” Melody pointed to Teagan's chest and shot the gun.

Chapter 8

Piece Coordination

~Melody

Carefully planned first moves in chess allowed for piece coordination. Each player mobilized their pieces in every attempt to control key squares. Miguel had taken out my family, but used his son, a mere pawn, to go after me. Bad move. I knew it was a trap and could probably confirm if I wanted to, that several big hitters stayed around Julio daily, just waiting for me to come for his fat behind.

I wouldn't. I didn't spend my brain-power on pawns. I directed all of it to my opponent's bigger pieces, which was why I shot Teagan in the chest. Once she dropped to the floor, I had everyone's focus.

Good.

“Kane pull up your pants, please. It's making it hard to concentrate.” I motioned to the jean material down by his ankles.

He ignored me. “Teagan, baby? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine.” She shook a little and set her angry gaze on me.

Be careful, sweetheart. I'll end your breathing sooner rather than later.

“Kane, put on your pants.” I almost shed tears when he wrenched up his jeans and covered that very impressive cock. "You look very angry, Kane. Don't. Glaring at me is bad for your health. So is inching over to Teagan's pitiful gun."

He ceased with moving. "I should've killed you in my condo."

"That would’ve been dumb. Friends don’t kill friends." I walked over to Teagan's side, close enough to make a better target of her heart, but not near enough for her to surprise me by charging.

And she would.

She showed all of the signs of leaping forward—her hands planted on the tile floor as she balanced her weight on them. My bullet had lodged into her shoulder, nowhere near her heart. Blood trickled out and streamed down her breasts.

"Why are you so set on making me your enemy?" Kane asked.

"What you should be asking me is why your precious Teagan isn’t freaking out like a mad woman. She's been shot, as far as you know, for the first time. Shouldn’t she be hysterical? Or at least that’s what women do in the movies during actions scenes. We weep and shiver like small, weak birds as our big hero saves the day.” I winked at her. “Go ahead, Teagan. Chirp for us."

Kane shifted his gaze to Teagan, which was good. Maybe now that his dick had come, his brain would gain some clarity.

"If you kill me, Miguel will hunt you down." The stupid words sounded from her dumb mouth.

“Didn't I teach you better? All those months I wasted training you to be the best.” I almost shot her right there, but I required her assistance for the moment. “You’re supposed to act away until the end, never show your real self unless you’re forced to.”

She ignored me. “He'll hunt you, and there's no where to hide.”

"Is that what Miguel would do, hunt me?” I laughed. “How do you know his movements so well, were you one of his whores when I left his bed?"

Kane edged back into the kitchen’s shadows, probably keeping both of us in his view.

Perhaps, he is finally listening to what Teagan is really saying and analyzing his surroundings.

Yeah. Kane is a knight, but is he Miguel’s or mine?

"I didn't have to fuck Miguel to get his respect." Teagan egged me on, but there was no need to talk to her anymore, not while she'd captured Kane’s attention. Questions had to be circling his brain like how did she know Miguel or me in the first place.

"Kane, where’s your baby?" I asked. "What do you have, a girl, boy, or wait, did you have twins, maybe triplets?”

He continued to study Teagan. Her confidant expression transformed to anger.

“Where are all these cute mini-Kanes?” I returned my concentration back to Teagan. “Maybe you can help Kane and me.”

It was important to place him and I in the same sentence and start right away with giving him the impression that we moved on the same side.

I’m your friend, not her.

“Kane, have you heard a baby cry or anything?” I asked. “I mean you both were pretty loud on the table over there. Surely, that would have woken up the average child.”

“Hassan is with his grandmother.” Teagan shook her head. “If you think you can plant evil ideas into his head, then you're wrong.”

“How do you know Miguel?” Kane asked her.

I checked the table. In that moment, I realized the gun was gone. Not a good thing, but not necessarily bad if the events continued to go my way.

“We all know Miguel. Everyone who works at Night Pleasures,” Teagan said.

“No. That's not how he operates. He doesn't associate with the people far below him, unless he has to and it would have never been with a bunch of strippers in his son's club, a spot that he rarely visited.” Kane headed her way. The gun that had been on the table earlier, now rested in his hand.

“How do you know Miguel?”

“I already told you.” Teagan didn't glance his way. She kept her focus on me.

Bad idea. I'm no longer the threat in the room.

I did a big show of sighing. “This is taking longer than it should. Let's just make this very clear.

There is no child, right Teagan?”