Chapter 7
REID (RATCHET)
Her performance tugged at my heartstrings, but it was an act. All of it was an act.
That was an inherited trait.
All the fucking O’Connors knew how to perform, and I was one of the few people who could see it for what it was—bullshit. But if this was how she was going to play it, I would play along.
“You want to reconcile with Sonny?”
“No,” she blurted. “Well, not really, but he knew about me. I assumed he knew about my mother’s death.”
She paused and studied my face. I gave nothing away.
“He could have come for me, but he didn’t.” She looked down at the table. “I recognized him before he announced himself the other night. The only picture I had of him was from when I was born. I had no idea who he was, or you or Patrick, either.”
“You never looked him up.”
“It’s not like the Infinity Kings have a website with the officers’ bios.” She giggled and picked up her drink. “Believe me, I checked.”
“Yeah, you wouldn’t have found anything.” I shifted in my seat to face her. “We pay someone a lot of money to make it that way.”
“I tried arrest records, criminal court records, Morristown community watch—nothing. It’s like you guys don’t exist, but here you are.” She sighed.
“Yeah, here we are.” I shrugged. “So, what do you want?”
“What do you mean?” She sipped her drink and blinked those beautiful eyes. When I was being lied to, it pissed me off. Why did this woman’s lies make my dick hard?
“You came all this way. What are you after?” I leaned in. “You need money; all you have to do is ask. You looking for family. I’m not sure how open Sonny is to meet his estranged daughter, but Patrick would love more family. He and Dana are tight.”
“She lives in Jersey?”
“Naw, upstate New York. Her mother won’t let her have anything to do with us. We can only go out and see her.”
“Sonny, too?”
“No, Sonny doesn’t even acknowledge her.”
“Wow.” I exhaled. “Glad to know I’m not the only one. What happened between her mom and Sonny?”
“Uh, I’ll leave that for Patrick to tell you.” I held my hands up. “Some things are family business, and I’m not family.”
“I thought you and Patrick were tight.” She shifted to face me. “Like brothers. Sonny called you his son the other night.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t need a substitute father. Mine was great.” I downed the rest of my drink. “Besides, Sonny doesn’t treat his own children right. He only says that because he needs Patrick.”
“What does he need from him?”
“Blind loyalty.”
“Doesn’t he have that? Isn’t that what the ‘club’ is about? Loyalty, family.”
It irked me that she used quotation marks with her fingers to make her point.
“Is that what you’re looking for? Family?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she whispered and wiped her eyes. Maybe the tears were real. The loss and pain in them weren’t part of the act. Maybe she wasn’t playing me. She’d played this role for so long, she couldn’t drop it. She didn’t know when to stop.
That pissed me off.
“Like I said, it’s not a good idea for you to come to the Halloween party, but if you want to meet Patrick for real, I’ll arrange it.”
“What about not getting involved in family business?” She had me there.
“Yeah, well, sometimes I don’t take my own advice.”
“You don’t have to get in the middle of this. It’s fine.” She went to stand up. I grabbed her arm. We both looked at my hand. An electric shock sizzled and threw us in opposite directions, figuratively, of course.
“Please don’t leave.” I patted the seat next to me. “I want to know more about you.”
“You doing reconnaissance for your best friend?” She leaned in. “Afraid I’m going to walk into the party and try to take everyone out?” She laughed, but there was no joy in it. Her tone sent a chill down my spine. This girl was dangerous; she might not even know it.
“Yeah, maybe I am trying to vet you a little. Figure out your angle.”
Her hands shook. I slowly placed my hand over hers. The shock had turned into energy when I touched her. She wanted to draw her hand back, but she hesitated.
“Maybe you can tell me what happened after your mom died?”
She snatched her hand away and stood up. She pulled her sweatshirt down. It hit her mid-thigh. She searched the room, wiped her eyes, and then put one foot in front of the other and walked away.
I put a few bills down on the table and followed her. I caught up with her at the elevator.
“Come on.” She stabbed at the up button. It finally dinged, and the door opened. She stepped forward and held the door open but didn’t step in.
She spun around and stared at me. It was the slightest head nod, but I saw it and followed her into the elevator. She pressed the sixth-floor button. I stood next to her. She had her hands in the sleeves of the sweatshirt, wringing them together. We rode up in silence.
We exited on her floor, and I followed her to her room.
She opened the door and walked in. I stepped in behind her.
Before I could close the door, she turned and peeled the sweatshirt up and over her head.
She dropped it at her feet. She had a black tank top on underneath but no bra.
Her nipples pebbled under her shirt. She toed off her shoes and kicked them away, then stepped toward me.
I leaned back against the door and watched the way she moved.
She wasn’t innocent or shy. She was a hunter.
She had been hunting a long time, and now she had her sights on me.
Standing in front of me, she placed her hands on my waist and pushed her hands underneath my shirt.
Her icy fingers ran over my abs. I flinched.
She giggled. It was the sexiest sound. I kept my hands to myself and let her take the lead.
Not my usual MO for the bedroom, but I could let her have her fun.
See how far she was going to take it. She gathered my shirt and pushed it up.
I raised my arms and pulled it the rest of the way off.
She did the same with her tank top.
I groaned, and my cock hardened and pressed against my jeans.
With the baggy waitress uniform and oversized hoodie, she covered up a slim body with the most perfect set of tits.
My mouth watered. She pressed herself against my chest and stood on her toes and kissed the underside of my chin. I lost it.
I grabbed her arms and spun us around. I pressed her against the door, and my lips found her mouth.
She stiffened for a second before opening and letting me in.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lifted her in my arms. My hands grabbed her perfect ass, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She arched her back and grinded against the bulge in my pants.
Fuck if I wasn’t ready to come right that second. Her soft lips caressed my tongue. I grabbed her neck and tilted her head to the side. I laid kisses down her jawline and her neck and inhaled. She smelled of vanilla. I slid my hand into her hair and pulled.
She moaned and melted into my arms. I had to hitch her back up and carry her to the bed. I kneeled and laid her down, then hovered over her while staring into her eyes. They were bright and clear, begging me to continue. She needed this, but I was all about consent.
“You want this?”
Her head rolled to the side. I gripped her chin and brought her face back to look at me.
“I need you to say it.”
“I want you?”
Fuck, it was all I needed. I kissed down her neck to her tits.
My tongue danced across the curve and captured her right nipple with my tongue.
I nibbled on it as if it were my favorite snack.
She arched into me and snaked a hand behind my head to hold me to her.
I placed my leg between her thighs. She was not an inactive participant.
While I took my time admiring her tits with my tongue, she ground her pussy against my thigh.
If she could get off that way, I was all for it.
I reluctantly left her beautiful breasts and moved down her flat stomach with wet kisses. I blew a strawberry on her shaved pubic bone and then continued down.
She reached for me.
“Hands above your head.”
She pouted but did as she was told.
“Good girl.”
Her throat hitched at the praise. I was learning so much about this girl. I slid her leggings and panties down her legs and spread them to admire her pretty little pussy.
I slid my tongue up and down her slit, coaxing her to open for me.
“God, you smell good, princess.” She groaned and tried to close her legs.
“Oh, no. Let me see you. All of you.” She allowed me to spread her legs wide.
My mind went blank. Thoughts of who she was and what she was doing here left my brain.
About this being Sonny’s long-lost daughter, about why she had come back with no warning, and about what she intended to do not only to Sonny but to the Infinity Kings, too.
I figured Patrick would have some harsh words about me fucking his sister, but with my tongue in her pussy, I really didn’t care.
“Fuck, that’s good.” She growled.
“You like that?” I flicked her clit with my tongue and then sucked it into my mouth. “Let me hear you.”
“Oh God,” she screamed. Her arms slid to her sides. I stopped.
“No, please.” She leaned up. “Don’t stop.”
I eyed her hands. She rolled her eyes but put them back over her head.
I chuckled and pressed my tongue at her entrance.
She arched off the bed and let out a high-pitched squeal. She covered her mouth.
“No, let me hear you.” I tugged on her lips. “I want to hear you come.”
I dove back onto her pussy and pushed her over the edge. She didn’t hold back. “Reid. Oh shit. Yes.” I loved hearing my name coming out of her mouth. I crawled back up her body and kissed her with her pussy juices on my chin. She ate it up.
I jumped off the bed and grabbed a condom out of my pocket before I removed my jeans. She sat up on her elbows and watched. Her eyes glazed over in post-come bliss. She licked her lips and rubbed her thighs together.
“Spread those legs for me, Kenzie.” I stroked my cock and waited for her to obey. She lifted her legs and spread them wide.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”
She bit her lip.
I crawled over her and teased her clit with the head of my cock. “You want me inside of you?” Never hurt for another check-in.
“Yes, please.” She nodded and grinned.
“So polite.” I leaned in and kissed her. I slid a hand under her and rolled us over. “Ride my cock, baby.”
She crawled up onto her knees and sat up. She positioned herself over me and slid down my cock slowly.
“Oh.” She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her body shook and vibrated against my cock. She sat there for a minute, squeezing her pussy around me, massaging it from the inside. Her eyes fluttered as she concentrated on feeling me.
“So good.” I tweaked her left nipple, and she came back from whatever dimension she was in and began rolling her hips.
It was a subtle movement, but it felt so good.
I placed my thumb on her clit and rubbed it in small circles.
She rocked harder and faster. She was in her own world.
I thought I wouldn’t enjoy being used as a sex doll for her to take her pleasure out on, but I kind of felt honored.
It was the most real I’d seen her yet, and a sense of pride flooded me she would let go like this with me.
I hoped it would last when I told her the truth.