Chapter Twenty-Three
Twenty-Three
Forge
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Press back on my cock like a good girl.”
I wished like hell I had asked to see her bare ass today too. Not having the correct image in my head annoyed me, but it didn’t stop me. I slid my soapy hand over my erection while my other one was pressed against the shower wall.
“You can take it all,” I whispered. “That’s it.”
My imagination was working with what it had. Right now, I had Elsie in the shower with me. Her palms flat on the stone tiles while her bottom was jutted out to me, her legs open as I slid my bare cock inside her slick, dripping cunt.
I groaned, gripping my dick harder. “Yeah, fuck, good girls have such tight little pussies.”
Not that I’d know this. I’d never fucked one, but I could imagine. Hers would squeeze me. I’d seen her eyes flare at the sight of my erection, and I knew she’d not had one this size in her. The thought of ripping her open with it had me rocking against my hand harder.
“You like that big dick. Cry for me, baby. Let me hear those sweet sounds.”
Ah, fuck, I was already close. I’d dealt with a damn semi all morning. It was the best I could do once Winslet interrupted things. I’d been so damn hard before she showed up; I had almost started stroking myself in the water, where Elsie would watch me.
“AH, that’s tight,” I said as my balls drew up. “You’re gonna take my load. I’m gonna fucking coat your cunt walls with my cum.”
I didn’t fuck bare, but I wanted it. The idea of spewing my seed inside her was all it took.
“GAH!” I cried out as the first shot hit the wall in front of me. My release continued in several more sprays before it eased.
My damn legs felt weak. Jesus. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so much. It was those big, full tits and that sexy, innocent little smile of hers. She was driving me crazy.
Stepping forward, I rested my forehead on the warm stone as the hot water continued to pelt my back.
I’d taken it a step too far today. I didn’t regret it.
I just needed to rein that shit in. No more feeling her up.
The friends thing wouldn’t work if I did.
I didn’t have female friends, but I was more than positive you weren’t supposed to play with their titties. Probably a big no in the guidebook.
A smirk curled my lips at the thought that I’d seen a part of her that Calvin hadn’t. That was, if she hadn’t lied about the two of them, and I didn’t think she had. The girl was too expressive. I’d be able to see it in her eyes.
I took the bottle of body wash and filled my palm up, then brought it to a lather before washing myself, rinsing, then turning off the water and getting out.
I’d told Elsie that I’d be watching the games here tonight and asked if she was up for it. The way she lit up made my chest fucking tight. It had been weird as fuck, but I figured that must be what happened when you wanted to fuck someone and didn’t. It was all new for me.
A knock on my bedroom door stopped me from brushing my hair. I wrapped a towel around me and went back through my room to see who it was. If it was Elsie, I wouldn’t be upset about it.
It was Oz.
“Yeah?” I asked, annoyed that it was him and not Elsie.
He walked past me into the bedroom.
I closed it behind him. “Sure, you can come in,” I muttered.
“I didn’t ask,” he replied before turning to look at me. “I just got off the phone with Thaddeus.”
I frowned. “Davidson?” I asked, confused as to why the fuck I would care.
Thaddeus was the head of the Louisiana branch of the family.
We hadn’t had any dealings with that branch since his son, Wayon, had stalked Montana.
We got it stopped, dealt with, and kept our distance for Than’s sake.
He had wanted to kill the bastard, but I was pretty damn sure we had Wayon to thank for the death of Montana’s biological father.
For that, I felt like his sins were forgiven, but Montana wasn’t mine, so I didn’t get an opinion.
Oz ignored my question. “Wayon has been in contact with Telos’s men recently. They have an in to his location.”
Oh damn.
“Uh, does Than know this?” I asked hesitantly.
Oz shrugged. “That’s old news. Handled. This is our current concern. Thaddeus is coming tonight with Wayon, one of their other men, and his daughter, Lula Mae. Apparently, she’s the reason for Wayon’s in.”
“We have games tonight,” I pointed out.
He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got Ransom and Than handling it. That way, Than is kept out of this. Ransom will have an eye on him. They’ll be at Than’s place.
“Bane is taking Halo and Hawks to his parents’ while they’re here,” he added. “We are keeping it small. The less of a crowd, the less attention is drawn to it.”
I ran a hand through my damp hair. “Fine. What time are they coming? Is Elsie going to be included in this?”
He nodded. “She needs to be informed. Although I’m going to make sure she doesn’t say anything to Calvin through her letters. It needs to be kept under lock and key.”
“All right,” I said with a sigh. “And how is Lula Mae involved in this exactly?”
Oz cut his eyes at me as if that was a stupid question. “You’ve seen her. She got Telos’s right-hand man’s attention at a club on Bourbon Street six months ago. He’s been pursuing her.”
“Great. So, we are banking on getting to him through his sidekick’s need for pussy.” I didn’t think that sounded solid to me.
“You don’t understand the control a cunt can have on a man. You’ve not had that cunt yet. But when it happens, you’ll get it,” Oz told me as he headed back to the door.
No, I wouldn’t get it. But if this dipshit was stupid enough to fuck around with Lula Mae Davidson and get attached, then so be it. Whatever got us in contact with Telos Kris.
Tonight’s gathering in the great room was different.
Gathe, Than, and Ransom were all at Than’s, handling tonight’s bets.
Noa was there, visiting with Montana while they watched the games.
Bane was at his parents’ with Halo and Hawkins.
Linc was here, but Luther had stayed at their house with Branwen, Stevie, and Lace.
Hale was here, representing the Carvers since his sons couldn’t be.
Locke Bowen and his father, Mal, were both here.
Kash, Oz, and I were also waiting on the arrival of the Davidsons while Winslet and Cressida kept Elsie distracted with baking shit in the kitchen and a bottle of wine that Winslet couldn’t help them drink.
No one else was aware that Elsie knew what the fuck we were, except Gathe.
That was why Oz was keeping her out of this until she needed to be included.
I was close to just fucking telling him that Calvin had clued her in before she ever arrived.
But I didn’t want Oz interrogating or trying to intimidate her.
I wasn’t sure, but if he scared her, I felt like I might throw a punch, and I’d never done that with Oz.
It was a strange realization. Kash and I had tied up a few times in our youth, but his crazy ass had always started it.
But Oz? He was the calm older brother. Sure, he was a stalking psycho, but otherwise, he was the most relaxed of the three.
My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see a question from Than about the spread.
Shit. I was not going to be able to help him handle this.
Why hadn’t Oz come up with a better solution?
Glancing up at Oz to see if he was getting texted, I found him talking with Linc while his brows were drawn together, as if it was something serious. Okay, fine. I’d handle it.
Getting up, I started to head to the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Oz demanded.
Rolling my eyes, I turned back around and held up the phone. “Than has questions about adjusting the live odds. You and I are busy. I am handing it over to Elsie.”
Oz nodded in agreement, as if I had been seeking his approval on this. He was the one who had put Ransom and Than on the job tonight. Not me. Hell, Elsie could have handled it alone in my opinion. But I wouldn’t want that put on her.
“Elsie?” Linc asked with his signature scowl.
Oz turned back to him. “Finance major. She’s fucking good at it. Better than Forge.”
I didn’t argue. She was. I smirked as I continued on toward the kitchen.
There was a trace of pride that I couldn’t nail down.
She wasn’t mine to be proud of. Maybe it was because I wanted her to find happiness again.
I hated the pain she had lived through. I didn’t know exactly, but I was fucking smiling about it by the time I reached the entrance into the kitchen.
Pausing before any of them saw me, I did a quick scan of the room.
Cressida’s red hair was pulled back in a ponytail as she pulled a tray of cookies from the oven.
Winslet was eating what looked like a cupcake with no icing while talking about a puppy.
Were they getting a dog? She seemed giddy about it.
Then my eyes went to Elsie. Her inky-black hair was pulled back into a messy bun as she stood, slightly bent as she slowly covered a cupcake with icing from the bag she was squeezing it from. Her bottom lip was between her teeth, and her brow was puckered in concentration.
Dammit, did she have to be so fucking adorable too?
“Are you coming to swipe a cupcake?” Winslet asked.
My eyes snapped to her. She smirked as she took another bite of hers.
“Uh, well, I am now, but, no, that’s not the reason I’m here.” I swung my gaze back to Elsie, who had stopped what she was doing and was watching me. I held up the phone in my hand. “Could I give you a burner and you answer some questions for Than? He’s asking me shit about the live odds.”
Her lips curled into a smile as she set the tube of icing down. “Of course.”
I nodded my head toward the hallway. “Come with me. I’ll get you set up with one.”
I’d thought about giving her mine, but then I wasn’t sure what she might see on it. I didn’t clean off text messages often, and there was some shit she didn’t need to read. I barely glanced at the other two while watching her walk toward me.
“I’ll return her shortly,” I told them.
“Uh-huh,” Cressida said as if she didn’t believe me.
What was that supposed to mean?
Ignoring her, I kept my attention on Elsie until she was beside me. “This way,” I told her and started for the connection between this hallway and the one that led to the basement, where we kept most of our items used for the illegal side of things.
“Are your friends from Louisiana here yet?” she asked me.
I cut my eyes at her. “It’s the Mafia branch there. You know that, right?”
She lifted her shoulder in a slight shrug. “I kinda figured, but I didn’t ask.”
“No, they’re not here yet, but they will be soon.”
She didn’t say anything until we reached the door that led downstairs. I typed in the code, and it buzzed, then the lock slid away.
“Am I supposed to go down there?” she whispered.
Probably not. But I didn’t want to leave her up here alone. I glanced around, knowing there were two cameras on this door. It was best she didn’t go with me.
“Yeah, I guess not. Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
She gave me a small nod, and I headed down the stairs.
There were several rooms down here. Most of it was for supplies and our private server that was connected to other branches in the family.
It was protected and constantly monitored by a man who worked directly under Blaise Hughes.
Wilder Jones had originally been in the Georgia branch, but he’d been moved to Ocala years back under the former boss, Garrett Hughes’s, command.
Heading into the room that held our burner phones, among other unregistered devices that we used and then tossed, I went to the cabinet with the phones and took out one.
I should have probably run this through Oz first, but, hey, he was the one who had put Than and Ransom in charge of tonight’s games. They needed Elsie’s help with this.
I hurried back to the stairs and headed back up before anyone found her standing there and made her feel uncomfortable in any way. She was looking nervously when I stepped back through the door. Her relief at the sight of me made me smile.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Oz’s tone caused her to jump as her eyes went wide with panic.
I turned to glare at my brother. “Getting her a way to communicate with Than and Ransom. They need her help. I told you that.”
His narrowed gaze went to the phone in her hand, then back to me. “You didn’t mention a burner.”
“Well, brother, the last time I checked, neither Than or Ransom is a mind reader. How the fuck is she supposed to talk to them?”
“The Davidsons just pulled through the gate. Get to the great room,” he told me. “You can go back to the kitchen,” he added, glancing at Elsie briefly.
“Let me get her connected to Than first,” I interrupted. Jesus, he was too fucking intense.
His nostrils flared slightly, and then he nodded and turned to stalk away.
When I shifted my attention to Elsie, she looked pale. Fuck him.
“It’s fine. Ignore him,” I told her, then held the phone out to her. “Than’s and Ransom’s numbers are already in there. I’ll send them this contact and let them know it’s you. To direct questions to you first.”
She nodded, still looking rattled. I didn’t want to take her back to the kitchen and leave her like this, but, dammit, I didn’t have a choice.
Sliding a knuckle under her chin, I tilted it up and made her look me in the eyes.
“You’re okay. This is helping him. He’s just not thrilled about dealing with the Davidsons.
Their son … he’s … got a history with Than and Montana.
There is tension there. That’s why they aren’t here tonight. This isn’t about you.”
She inhaled deeply, then let it out. “Okay.”
My eyes drifted to her lips. Damn, those were tempting, but no. Not doing that. I can’t. I dropped my hand, ending the touch, and stepped back.
“Can you get back to the kitchen?” I asked her.
“Yeah.”
“All right, come get me if you have any questions.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
With one last look, I smiled at her, then headed back to the great room to deal with the Davidsons.