Chapter 21 – Magnum
Chapter Twenty-One
Magnum
Vanessa doesn’t run toward the hallway with the bathrooms, but she sways her way there at a brisk pace.
I follow her with my eyes glued to her ass and thick hips. My mouth literally fucking waters as I imagine what she’s going to taste like. I got a nice sample when I sucked her pussy clean after coming all over it last night. It was hot as fuck tasting the two of us mixed together.
She has to be soaked in slick from all the teasing she just experienced.
I don’t know what game Moretti is playing. When she got up, he caught my eye and nodded for me to follow. There was no doubt I was going to, even without his prodding.
Hawk spots me tracking behind Vanessa and sighs, shaking his head.
If he tries to stop me, this will get ugly.
His nostrils flare as she gives an awkward wave and continues past him. He’s much more focused on his job than I’ve been, and I can see the exact moment he catches her scent.
It must click that she’s hardcore perfuming because he doesn’t stop me as I stalk her down the hallway.
My cock is rock hard just from the glimpses I got of Moretti’s hand in her panties. The way her mouth fell open when he did something she liked didn’t help the state in my jeans.
She disappears into one of the bathrooms on the left side of the hallway, and I slip my boot into the gap before she can close the door.
Tart green apples mixed with cinnamon and nutmeg hits my nose as I slide inside.
Vanessa’s chest heaves, and her cheeks are pink as is her neck. “Mag…” She sounds desperate, and I intend to take care of her.
I just need to make sure we won’t be interrupted. Closing the door, I flip the lock and take note of the space. This place is fancy, and the hallway has several individual women’s rooms on the left, with men’s bathrooms on the right.
That’s one small mercy.
If some poor woman has to take a piss, she’ll have other options.
There’s a toilet, a fancy sink, a marble countertop with a bunch of products, and a small chair in the corner next to a cabinet.
By the time I turn back to Vanessa, she’s already lunging at me.
My hands land on her jaw, tilting her face up to mine as I crash my lips to hers. I tease my thumbs over her cheeks, noting how warm her skin is compared to mine. It’s not burning hot like she was in the middle of the night, but it’s something to keep an eye on.
Moretti might have to wrap up that meeting, or he could just accept that I need to take Vanessa home. She can’t be out in public when she’s having waves of heat.
She whimpers, pulling back. “You can’t tease me. It hurts…”
I should slam my fist into Moretti’s face.
Repeatedly.
Where’s Hawk?
If he saw her like this, I’m sure he’d do it for me.
“I’ve got you, princess.” My hands land on her hips, and I back her toward the sink.
Teasing my fingers down, I hike up the bottom of her dress enough that it won’t end up trapped under her.
She falls against my chest as I lift her, setting her on the edge of the luxurious counter.
“Hold on tight, and try to keep quiet.” I wink.
“If security barges in, you’ll be mighty pissed because I’ll have to stop. ” I nip at her lips, hitting my knees.
The tile floor is unforgiving, but it’s barely a thought in my mind. The scent of her pussy hits my nostrils, and my cock jumps.
I pull her knees to rest on my shoulders. Weaving my left hand over her thigh from underneath, I dig my fingers into her soft skin.
Fuck.
I forgot about the scrap of material that barely qualifies as panties. Pulling them to the side, I peek up at her as I flick my tongue over her clit. Tart green apple explodes on my taste buds, and a low growl vibrates out of my chest.
Goddammit.
She’s everything I didn’t know I was missing, and I want to keep her. I’m not one of those people that life just works out for. Maybe it’s because I’m not all that great of a human being, but I don’t care. I’ll play as dirty as I have to if it means she’ll be mine.
Vanessa whimpers, and her hand flies to cradle my head. She’s stunning…and bossy, shoving my face into her pussy with no shame.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I bring my other hand to her sex, pulling her even farther apart and shoving two fingers inside her. The way she clings to my digits makes my cock irrationally jealous, but this isn’t the place for that.
Maybe if she was more acquainted with sex, we could fit in a bathroom quickie. Since she’s not, this will have to do. It’s going to be a long night for me, but I’ll live.
I aim for her G-spot, stretching my fingers as they twist in and out of her dripping cunt. She’s so tight that it’s hard to believe she’ll be able to stretch around my knot.
We’ll get there eventually.
It’ll just take some prep.
Vanessa’s heels bounce against my back, and her nails dig into my scalp. It’s sexy as fuck, and I fight the urge to smile against her pussy. My tongue flicks over her swollen nub, and she gushes around my fingers.
Let Moretti keep playing games.
She’s obviously seeing that I’m the one giving her what she really wants. He might have dropped sixty grand on her engagement ring, but that doesn’t mean much when she’s about to come all over my face.
She moans loudly, and I almost pull off her clit. I need another hand to slap over her mouth, but I’ve just got the two. Making this quick is probably the best call if we want to avoid getting caught.
Vanessa’s tits bounce as she uses her heels against my back to help her grind against my face. The first few inches of her pussy spasms, like it’s searching for a knot. It’s a wild feeling when combined with the way her cunt locks down on my fingers.
She gets extra juicy as her breathing hitches, and I don’t let up on her clit. Vanessa’s hand jerks against my head, and she writhes around the counter as she comes.
It’s a precarious position, and I wish I could have wrapped my arm around her lower back to keep her steady. Unfortunately, I need that hand here to keep her panties pulled to the side.
I’m going to take my time and blow her fucking mind when we get back to Moretti’s mansion.
I need her to crave me as badly as I ache for her. I might not be able to provide her a multi-million-dollar mansion or an engagement ring that costs more than some people make in a year, but I can spoil the hell out of her, and if I play my cards right…
I can steal her heart.
“Ugh, too sensitive,” she hisses, yanking on my hair.
“Such a bossy princess.” I chuckle and pull free of her pussy before bringing my fingers to my lips. Her panties snap back into place, and she whimpers the sexiest little sound.
“That’s so hot,” she says, watching me suck her slick from my skin. “Why is that so sexy?”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Because you know I can’t get enough of you?”
“Maybe.” She pulls her knees from my shoulders.
I pop up and plant my hands on the counter on either side of her, caging her in. “I don’t think you’re ready for how thoroughly I’m going to use you once we make it back to the nest.”
She trembles and grabs a handful of my shirt, pulling my mouth to hers.
The kiss is frantic and uncoordinated, and our teeth bump, but she can get away with it because she’s cute.
An unreal feeling pulses in my chest as she attacks me with her tongue. When I first met her, I thought she’d be cold and reserved—which couldn’t be further from the truth.
She’s transparent when it comes to her feelings, and it makes me want to be worthy of her.
Shit.
I’m in deeper than I should be when she’s married to another man.
Moretti shoves off the opposite wall as Vanessa and I pop out of the bathroom. I have my arm around her lower back, and I don’t remove it, even as his glare intensifies.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes flick away dismissively as he says, “You smell like my wife.” A lazy smile crosses his face as he refocuses on Vanessa. “Feel better, darling? You certainly look more relaxed.”
“Magnum took good care of me,” she replies, fluttering her lashes at him. “Can we go home now?”
“We have one more stop, I’m afraid.” Moretti plucks her away from me by wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her out of my hold. “It’ll be quick. No more than an hour, and I promise, I’ll get you home to snuggle the rest of the night away.”
Luminescence is a ridiculous name, but the ambiance and energy are exactly what someone would hope to find when visiting a nightclub. If I was out with friends, trying to find chicks, it’s the type of place I would pop into knowing it’d be easy to find someone for a night.
The bottom floor of the club has a square bar in the middle, lined with barstools, and other areas that are standing-room only for ordering drinks. The far wall has a stage, but it’s dark at the moment, so there’s no telling what kind of performances they put on.
Large dance floors line two of the corners, and the place is packed to the point I wonder what the fire marshal would have to say about how many people are currently in the club.
The building is five stories, and all the upper floors have balconies that look out over the club. They jut out over the open space without any pattern, aside from there being two per floor.
It’s an interesting setup, allowing for multiple VIP sections. I’m sure they all have their own vibes and themes.
Moretti leads us into one such area on the third floor. The balcony sticks out from the east wall, and the other on the third floor pokes out from the south. You’d think they’d be from opposite directions, and alternate based on the floor, but the design makes it unique.
I’d bet it’s even cooler if you’re on the bottom floor, looking up at the LED lights that frame the bottom of the balconies.
Moretti keeps Vanessa close to his side as he approaches the small bar on the left wall. “There’s no one here who will rat you out. You can have a drink if you’d like.”
“I’m anxious, but I don’t think I should drink,” Vanessa says, and I barely catch it over the obnoxiously loud music that spills up from the dance floor below. “I’d love to relax. I just think I’ve been relying on alcohol a little too much lately.”
“That’s a very mature realization to come to,” Moretti says. “Give me a second. I might be able to find something else for you to try.” He releases Vanessa, stepping over to talk to the bartender in hushed tones.
I slide up behind her, resting my chin on her shoulder as I tease my hand around her middle.
“I just wanted you to know, that dress makes your ass look fantastic.” I kiss her cheek, and her left hand comes to rest over mine.
The massive rock on her finger glints in the strobe lights, and I battle a fair amount of jealousy.
Moretti steps back over, holding something cupped in the palm of his hand. “How do you feel about gummies?”
“Weed?” she sputters. “Won’t that make me sleepy?”
I chuckle. “Maybe after a few hours.”
“Here, just try half.” Moretti brings one of the gummies to his mouth, biting it in half. He swallows part and offers the rest to Vanessa.
She takes it but examines it rather than eating it.
He tosses one to me and presumably one to Hawk, but the enforcer is behind me, so it’s only an educated guess.
I give it the sniff test—it definitely smells like a weed gummy—and take it. It has an artificial tart raspberry flavor lined with the earthy undertones all edibles have.
It’s not bad.
“I can’t take this when I’m on duty,” Hawk growls, and Moretti raises a hand, catching the gummy.
He offers it to me, and I take it.
I probably should have asked what the dosage was, but if nothing else, I’ll munch out when we get back to Moretti’s mansion.
“Did you just take two?” Vanessa asks, peeking at me over her shoulder. “Holy shit. Is that safe? Can you overdose on weed?”
I snort.
“He’ll be fine.” Moretti chuckles. “Possibly extra hungry, but with his size, he took a reasonable dosage.”
Damn, she has been sheltered in a lot of ways.
“You’ll enjoy it,” I murmur, nuzzling my cheek to hers from behind. “High sex is good sex. Every sensation is enhanced, and everything feels extra enjoyable.”
“I guess we’ll see,” she says, finally popping the gummy into her mouth.
I’m surprised Moretti is down with edibles. He seems too uptight to partake in any kind of relaxation, but it’s nice to be surprised once in a while.
Watching Vanessa curl up next to Moretti on the love seat on the wall opposite the bar leaves me feeling some type of way. She trusts him on some level, and I don’t think she’ll walk away with me, even once things settle down. Not unless he does something truly awful to her.
I’m not sure how I feel about that.
He’s hard to get a read on.
I had no plans to stay in Boston, and I’m still not sure how I feel about sticking around. At the same time, my instincts riot hard when I consider leaving. Even thinking about dipping out on Vanessa leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
Goddammit.
This wasn’t what I was expecting to happen when I came to Boston. I thought maybe she’d come with me. We’d travel, having fun for as long as it lasted, but I get the feeling that Vanessa has been disappointed a lot in her life.
Fucking weed.
This is why I prefer uppers.
I never get emotional and contemplative after doing a line.
Moretti sees a congregation of visitors that come in, one by one or in small groups. From the bits I gather, he’s addressing issues on a community level.
Who the hell knows why he has them come into his club when he could do this shit somewhere more reasonable, but I’m not the boss. Maybe he’s hoping they’ll stick around and have a drink, thus contributing to his profits.
Seeing that he cares enough to meet with his people kinda makes me hate him.
Ziggy—one of the enforcers I met at Moretti’s mansion—escorts the last couple away and comes back, squatting next to his boss’s side.
Moretti nods, and his eyes meet mine.
Great…
What command is he going to issue next?
He waves me over, and I roll my head from side to side as I comply. I thought I was getting away from being ordered around when I left the MC. Hell, I never thought I’d make it out of the Demons alive, and if half the chapter wasn’t dead, I wouldn’t have been able to.
“I have one last thing to take care of. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes,” Moretti says, carefully extricating himself from under Vanessa.
She looks quite relaxed, but that makes sense. It’s been probably an hour or a little more since she took that gummy.
“Ziggy and Anson will remain up here to watch over you,” Moretti says, standing. “Keep my wife happy while I’m gone.”
At least it’s an order I’m not going to bristle about.