25. Chapter 25
Queen Adanna
We pulled up outside Jade’s house, but she still hadn't answered a single one of my calls on the drive over.
We walked up the steps and knocked, standing out on the front porch waiting for her to open up.
Chief had called to let us know an emergency mission dropped— several babies were reported missing out of Tulsa, and we needed to clear this up and get moving ASAP .
As we stood there waiting at the door, Dame leaned back against the door, letting out a heavy huff. He turned his head sideways, locking his eyes onto mine.
"So how important is this man to you, huh?" Dame asked, the irritation rising in his chest again. "Because if I had some random woman pop up like that, you would’ve killed her on the spot."
I tapped my foot against the welcome mat, looking toward the driveway before mumbling under my breath, "I sure would... but you don't have a disability, do you?"
Dame snapped up, standing tall. "Don't play that shit with me, Adanna! I had a total stranger sitting in my living room, eating my food on my brand new couch!"
My sharp edge softened. I closed the distance between us on the porch, stepping deep into his space and sliding my palm up his thigh. My fingers drifted inward, gently caressing the thick, hard outline of his growing semi-erection through his trousers.
Dame slapped my hand away. "Cut that shit out! You trying to distract me and that shit ain't working."
A wicked smirk spread across my face. "I think you're lying..."
"I ain't lying about shit," he growled, though his breath hitched enough to give him away. "That shit you pulled was out of line."
"Baby... I said I’m sorry," I purred as I leaned closer, letting my breath warm his neck. "Did you not enjoy that ice trick from last night?"
Dame held my gaze, and the anger in his dark eyes flickered. He gave a slow nod, leaning in to press his lips against mine. I kissed him back, letting the taste of him wash over me before he pulled back, keeping his face inches from mine.
"That shit better never happen again," he warned. "Do I make myself clear?"
A familiar, electric tingle shot straight down into my core. I reached up, biting down on his bottom lip. I tried to calm myself down before I got turned on from sinking my teeth into him.
"Whatever you say, King..." I whispered, my tone dripping with submission. "I'll do whatever my King wants me to do. Any position you want, any wild, nasty shit you can think of... I'm yours. I'll take every bit of it all night if that's what you need to feel respected."
Dame licked his lips. His eyes traced the line of my mouth as his hand came around to grip my waist. "You really think you can just talk sweet and ride your way out of trouble?"
"I know I can," I murmured, my gaze holding him completely spellbound. "I just enjoy playing with your cum. You gone cum for again tonight?"
Dame stared into my eyes, locked in. The heavy tension between us rose as he leaned back in to claim my mouth for a real kiss.
Just as our lips were about to touch, the silence from inside the house started getting to me. I pulled back with an annoyed sigh, turning back toward the quiet front door.
"What the fuck is Jade in here doing?" I grumbled.
I reached for my keys, and picked out her emergency key. Then, I drew my compact weapon with my other hand. Dame fell into step right beside me, his own piece drawn and ready as I slipped the key into the lock. I turned it without a sound, and pushed the door open.
We slowly crept up the steps toward the front door, the silence of the house suddenly replaced by the heavy bass of music blasting through the walls. I slid my emergency key into the lock, turned it without a sound, and pushed the front door open.
We slipped inside, stepping cautiously through the foyer.
As we reached the entryway of the living room, the space was bathed in a thick, seductive wash of red neon lights.
My boot almost clipped something on the hardwood floor—I leaned down, squinting in the dim red glow, and picked up a lone heel.
It was Nyah's.
A small, trail of clothes led down the hallway. It was a discarded jacket, a graphic tee, a pair of dark trousers thrown carelessly over the edge of the sofa. The smooth, soulful harmonies of Brownstone’s If You Love Me echoed off the high ceilings.
I smirked, raising a hand to give Dame the signal to put his gun away. He lowered his piece, but his dark eyes were still narrowed in confusion. I slowly peeked around the corner. Lo and behold, there was Nyah holding Jade while they were both down in their underwear.
I tapped Dame's chest with the back of my hand and motioned toward the front door, telling him to head back downstairs. He caught the hint, and gave me a quick nod before turning on his heel.
Damn. Women move fast as hell.
Jade was sitting on the marble kitchen island with her bare legs wrapped around Nyah’s waist while Nyah stood between her thighs, tonguing her down. Her neck was arched back, and her breathing was ragged under the red lights.
I guess Jade had enough time to think after all.
I leaned against the doorframe, swaying my hips to the slow rhythm of the beat, just enjoying the sensual vibe they had set in the room. Man, I hadn't heard Brownstone in a minute, those ladies really were the bee's knees.
My eyes drifted across the counter and caught a clear bowl filled with fresh strawberries sitting right next to an open bottle of wine.
I stepped forward quietly, snatched one up, and bit straight into the sweet fruit.
Then, I kept on swaying to the music, letting the two lovebirds enjoy their moment.
"I'm finna strap you down..." Nyah murmured between the kisses.
A needy moan escaped Jade’s throat.
"That’s gonna have to wait until after the mission," I said, chewing on the strawberry.
Both of them jumped out of their skin, gasping loud enough to drown out the music. They scrambled back in terror. I just stood there, still jamming, closing my eyes for a second as I savored the fruit and enjoyed the chorus.
A flurry of frantic shuffling and nervous whispers broke out as they scrambled to pull their clothes back on.
"Oh shit..." Jade stammered, her voice breathless. "You guys... you guys called?"
I finally opened my eyes, swallowing the rest of the berry. "Yes, but I guess you were a little occupied."
By the time my eyes adjusted, they were considerably more decent. Jade was pulling a dark tee over her lace bra. Nyah was desperately pulling her pants back up over her hips.
Nyah looked nervous as fuck, shifting her weight from foot to foot as I slowly strolled into the center of the kitchen. I held out my hand, giving her a smooth dap.
"I see you, Nyah," I murmured.
Nyah’s eyes dropped, and a dark blush spread across her face as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Chill... chill, Queen."
Jade rushed past us, diving toward her workstation desk, and yanked her shorts up while her fingers began pounding away at her illuminated keyboard.
I leaned in and asked, "How big is your strap?"
"Do NOT answer her!" Jade barked from her desk, throwing her hair over her shoulder.
Nyah and I burst into quiet giggles at Jade's discomfort.
Jade’s monitors flickered to life, displaying satellite feeds and encrypted communication lines as she tapped away at the keys. Her analytical side took over in a matter of seconds.
"You guys need to go," Jade said. "I'm sending Kandi her map right now. Don't lose your ear pieces this time."
I smirked, walking over to her chair. I gently patted her head before resting at the nape of her neck.
"Of course, my love," I kissed her head. Then, I swayed back out of the room, leaving Nyah to say her goodbye.