DAX #2
“Allow me to introduce you to Weston Price, my business partner, best friend and left hand to Two Tricks,” I shared as Wes hissed at me upset I was sharing information.
“Wes this is Cognac, treasurer to the Phantom Saints and all around ladies man who believes he will one day talk me into sleeping with him.”
Cognac and Wes looked at each other for a few minutes, their gazes unreadable. Cognac broke the tension first, putting on his flirty grin and glancing over at me.
“It seems we underestimated your warning. How the hell did you two even coordinate a plan like this without us knowing?” Cognac asked.
Hmm, they think we planned this somehow. No sense in telling him it was a total fluke of right place, right time.
“As Picasso once said you don’t get to have my job without a few tricks of my own,” I smiled resting my chin on my hand. “Now it seems that we need a special key to get this damn thing off me. You wouldn’t happen to have it would you?”
“Do you really think I would make it that simple for you to run away from us? Before you ask no I’m not going to tell you who has it either,” Cognac grinned, far too pleased with himself for being a guy who’s tied to a chair.
Weston leaned against the table just behind me and nudged me with his shoulder. “It seems as though he’s forgotten that you’re Two Tricks’ enforcer.”
Never once had I questioned my place or the job that I did but somehow the thought of using my normal tactics on Cognac didn’t sit right with me. Maybe it could be that they didn’t use force on me while I was their guest but I wasn’t sure I could threaten it out of him.
Leaning back I let my head fall to Weston’s shoulder and looked up at him. “I don’t want to spoil all my fun in one go. Let’s let him sit for a while as the reality that the roles are now reversed sink in. Besides I’m sure you have a lot to fill me in on for being gone for so long.”
Cognac narrowed his eyes as Wes wrapped his arms around my waist holding me to his chest as he rested his head in the crook of my neck.
Typically I wasn’t one to be all touchy feely but I’d truly missed Weston and it had been a very long time since I didn’t see him everyday or at least talked to him.
Having him yanked out of my life bothered me far more than I thought it would.
“I have something slightly different in mind to talk to you about,” Wes said, his voice muffled by my skin, his lips sending shivers down my spine.
Frowning I tried to pull him away so I could get a better look at him but when he lifted his head it was to plant his lips on mine.
Stunned, I didn’t move my mind racing trying to catch up to what was happening.
He pulled back only enough to shift me so that I was facing him as he cupped my face looking into my eye searching.
“I didn’t think it was possible, but I think I just shocked you into silence,” Wes grinned.
Growling I grabbed the front of his vest pulling him back to me not giving myself time to overthink this. “This better not be a fucking joke Westy or I will cut off your balls so the world will never be inflicted with your offspring.”
Stroking my cheek with one of his thumbs he rested his forehead against mine. “No joke, just way overdue in making it happen shortcake.”
Releasing him I grabbed the back of his neck and slammed my lips on his, devouring his mouth as if I only had moments to live on this earth.
He slid one hand into my hair and grabbed a handful of it, pulling my head back so he could kiss down my neck.
The other free hand slipped up the back of my shirt, his large hand pulling me flush against him so he could rub his jean clad cock against my core.
“Fuck,” I cried as I fumbled to get the tactical vest off him pulling at the zipper.
Sensing my frustration he pulled back and quickly managed the vest and tossed it along with his shirt behind him before pulling mine off.
“You have to be kidding me right now!” Cognac groaned. “I thought you said you didn’t want to torture me right now. This is just cruel— even for you Loba.”
I flicked my gaze over to him but when Wes bit down on my nipple all thoughts of our onlooker flew out of my mind. Combing my finger into Weston’s perfectly placed hair I held on tight as he bit and pinched my nipples at the same time making me buck under him.
“Holy shit Wes.”
“I have waited long enough to have you and I’m going to need all your attention on me shortcake,” Wes purred as he kissed a trail down my stomach pushing me back on the table.
Flicking the button on my jeans open he made short work of yanking them and my underwear off me.
I lay there bare to him grinning as he took a moment just to gaze at me under him.
Taking both his hands he traced over my body as if he was memorizing it.
When he brushed his thumbs along my inner thigh I squirmed but I wasn’t going to give and beg like I could see in his eyes he wanted me to.
This girl didn’t beg for anything and I knew I could hold out longer than he could if push came to shove.
Thankfully I didn’t have to worry as he dropped to his knees pulling my legs open. Pulling me to the edge of the table he tossed my legs over each of his shoulders supporting my weight. Craning my neck I watched holding his gaze as he lapped at my clit sending me slamming back onto the table.
“God yes, just keep doing whatever that is,” I gasped as his tongue swirled around my nub sending a shock wave of sensation through me.
Trying to keep myself from leaping off the table as his teeth grazed my clit I grabbed the sides of the table digging my nails into the wood as my orgasm slammed into my body.
Unrelenting Wes dragged out the high as long as he could slipping in two fingers bringing it to another level of ecstasy.
Finished he cupped my ass lifting me from the table until I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Fire blazed in his eyes as he kissed me still covered in my essence making it far more intimate.
Slowly he lowered me and I felt the blunt head of his dick fill me until I was seated against his pelvic bone.
Locking my ankles behind him I leaned back a little to get a better angle and rocked my hips causing friction but not letting him pull out of me.
I needed to feel every inch of him right now, claiming this cock as my own that no other woman would have again.
“Uh Dax you're killin’ me, you're squeezing me so tight,” Wes growled.
I gave him a toothy grin. “I just need to make sure your dick remembers where it belongs in case it had any questions.”
Weston met my gaze and the level of seriousness made me still my movement. “Dax Rose Blackmore I have always been yours, there has never been anyone else.”
The rush of emotions I was feeling at his words hit me like a semi truck.
I believed every word he said and as much as it filled my heart with warmth it also freaked me the fuck out.
After Devin I didn’t do love, it hurt too much when they left you.
Weston had been my rock, the constant in my life and I loved him but it wasn’t the way he was talking about right now.
Was I even able to love like that?
Seeing that I was on the verge of a freak out he spun and slammed me against the kitchen wall shocking me out of my thoughts.
He once again buried his head in my neck but this time he latched on with his teeth as he thrust into me causing me to grunt in pleasure.
My fingers raked down his back and I knew he would bear my marks when this was all over.
Then I caught sight of Cognac watching his eyes glazed over in lust straining at his restraints.
Seems this was an effective type of torture if it was used on the right people.
Wes sped up causing me to break my connection with Cognac and give myself over to the pleasure of this beautiful man thrusting away in me.
Together we came shouting, panting, and wringing out every once of pleasure we could from each other.
Without even looking I knew there was going to be a perfect bruise of Weston’s teeth on my neck but I was oddly pleased about it.
Setting me down I leaned against the wall to make sure I had my legs under me before moving.
Once I was sure my body remembered how to function again I pulled Wes down for a gentle kiss before moving around him.
Catching Cognac’s eye I sauntered over to him and sat on his lap throwing my arms around his neck.
“Now did you want to tell me who has the key? Or is there another way to get this off me? If you tell me I promise I’ll take care of that stiff problem you have going on. I can only imagine how uncomfortable that must be for you,” I pouted.
Cognac growled at me narrowing his eyes. “Loba when you meet my cock for the first time it won’t be me strapped to a chair after seeing you fuck your best friend. I might be a man whore but even I have rules.”
“Suit yourself,” I said with a shrug standing then looking at Wes. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower you want to join me and conserve water?”
“Of course, we have to do our bit for the environment,” Wes said, smirking at Cognac as he followed after me.