I bit my lower lip, my own body starting to respond to the heavy desire in his voice as I described the sad attempt on my life. “Uh-huh,” I replied, my own hand creeping down my body. I was only wearing a T-shirt and panties, having taken my pants off earlier when I’d been planning a self-care session.
“And then what?” Leon asked, his breathing quicker. The hum of his car had disappeared, and I wondered if he’d pulled over somewhere. Was his dick hard right now?
I grinned, my fingers dancing over the thin, damp fabric of my panties. “I asked him a few questions, and he mouthed off. So I shot him.”
Leon groaned. “Where’d you shoot him?”
“Between the eyes,” I replied, tugging my own underwear down and kicking them aside.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmured. “Close range. What caliber?”
Why is describing a killing suddenly so fucking hot?
“Nine mil,” I replied, teasing at my own clit with my index finger.
He gave a hum. “Delicate. Very fitting. Are you touching yourself right now, mon cœur?”
I ran my tongue across my lips, considering lying to him. But after the open, honest conversation we’d just had, I couldn’t bring myself to deny it. “Uh-huh.”
Leon whispered a curse. “What’d I tell you about playing with your pussy without my permission, DeLuna?”
A throaty chuckle escaped, and I slid my fingers inside my soaking core. “You never expected me to actually obey, Marx.” Then I gave a moan just to tease him. Also because I was seriously worked up.
I half expected him to scold me, maybe threaten punishments when he saw me again. But instead, the phone beeped against my ear, and I peered at the screen.
“Accept it,” Leon growled, and I obediently slid my thumb across the button to switch to video call. “Good girl.”
My whole body shuddered at the praise, and I wet my lips. Seeing him on the screen was even better than just talking. “Hi, Bunny. I missed your face.”
He smirked back, his green eyes flashing under his car light. “I missed a whole lot more than just your face, beautiful. Give me a good view, then show me what that battery-operated dick can do.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice. I quickly grabbed a couple of pillows and put them down near my ankles, propping the phone up to give Leon an uninterrupted view between my legs. He groaned and muttered a curse while I reached for the Purple Pussy Eater and turned it on.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed as I slid the thick tip of my toy down my pussy, working slowly to get it slick and gleaming for him to see just how turned on I already was. “Christ, DeLuna, I feel like I’ve been permanently hard since that kiss in New York.”
I wet my lips, my breathing quick as the vibrations of my toy lit up all my sensitive flesh. “Are you stroking it right now, Bunny? Is your hand around your dick while you picture it sinking into me?”
To demonstrate my point, I pushed the thick vibrator into my cunt, moaning as my walls tightened around it and arching my back slightly. It was a double purpose toy, with a clit sucker as well as the main shaft—hence its name—and I’d become pretty damn good at getting it settled in the right spot without much trouble.
Leon’s lips were parted, his eyes glued to the screen as I fucked myself, and I could tell he was jerking himself off in time with my motions. So I put on a show of it, spreading my legs wider and bending my knees, really getting into the simulation. It was easy to imagine it was the real deal when I could see his hungry expression on the phone at the foot of the bed.
“Don’t come yet,” I gasped out when my own climax was right there on the precipice. “I wanna see it.”
Leon’s expression tightened, but he muttered an agreement, giving me permission to finish myself off. My lids were heavy as I pushed myself into a hard climax with the help of my vibrator, but I kept my gaze on the phone the whole time.
“Shit,” Leon whispered when I was done. “Take it out. Show me your cunt.”
I did as I was told, withdrawing the toy quickly and using my fingers to spread my pussy wide.
“Now show me,” I ordered him, and he flipped the camera. His thick shaft was gripped tight between his tattooed fingers, the four points of his piercing reflecting under the light as he stroked himself.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I don’t want cum all over my steering wheel. Hang on.” The video jostled and blurred as he got out of the car, but I held my position just as he’d requested it.
My mouth watered as he refocused the camera, showing me in first person point of view how he liked to jerk himself off. Then he came in thick white jets onto the mud beside his car and grunted filthy things about wishing he had come all over me instead.
Thoroughly relaxed and a bit dizzy, I collected my phone and brought it back to my face. “Where are you, anyway? Or did you just toss your load into a ditch somewhere?”
Leon gave a throaty laugh, sounding just as relaxed as I was. “Nah, I’m disposing of a body.” He circled around to the trunk of his car and popped the lid. Sure enough, there was a dead man all squashed up in the tight space with a bloody hole through his face. “I better get this done before someone spots me out here.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Fair enough. Call me when you have someone I can lean on for info?”
He flipped his camera back to his face and smiled. “I’ll call you when my flight lands, regardless of whether I have a lead. I’m addicted to the sound of your voice.”
“Among other things,” I chuckled. “Stay safe, Bunny.”
“De beaux rêves, mon amour.”
23
Stupid fucking wind buffeted my face from the stupid fucking broken windshield as I drove away from Danny’s safe house, and I gripped the steering wheel like I was strangling the life out of it. I utterly despised having to leave her, not knowing if she would still be there when I returned.
But she hadn’t left me much choice. I didn’t doubt she would probably kill Sam if he came at her again, and she would succeed. Regardless of how far he’d crossed the line while she was our prisoner, he was still my family. I couldn’t toss him to the white wolf without a second thought.
He’d been insistent on the phone, too. Firm that this was a dispute I needed to handle in person, myself. Truthfully, I wasn’t even shocked that we’d encountered this kind of thing. The whole state was such a mecca for criminals and gangs, drawn to Shadow Grove and Cloudcroft to clean their blood money in Timberwolf businesses. It was inevitable that we would run into a competitor sooner or later.
When I got back into Dogwood, the closest town, I dumped Danny’s damaged rental car and lifted a new one out of a parking lot. Without the constant howl of wind in my face, I could drive faster.
As it turned out, it wasn’t necessary. Not five minutes back on the road, and my sister called to tell me she had already handled the dispute.
“Why the fuck was Sam demanding I deal with it, then?” I roared, slamming my fist into the steering wheel and blasting the horn.
“Fuck if I know,” Mo replied, sounding frustrated. “I had it totally under control. Is Danny with you?”
I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth hurt, then jerked a tight U-turn on the road to return back to my woman. I just had to hope and pray she would still be there. “No,” I snapped. “She’s not. I’m heading back to her now, though. Deal with Sam for me. I don’t know what the fuck he thinks he’s playing at, but I’m not putting up with it.”
“You got it,” she replied. “But you can’t stay shacked up with your vicious little lover forever, Kai. You’ve got a business to run and revenge to seek… and the team is getting restless.”
I didn’t give a fuck what my team thought. Sam had beaten the crap out of her, Jae had drugged her, and Cyryl had physically tortured her—albeit on my orders. The fact that she let them do those things in order to maintain her cover was beside the point; I still needed some fucking space away from them so I didn’t rip their spines clean out of their bodies for hurting my Siren.
Besides, I had a gut feeling she would flirt with Jae again, just to watch me squirm. And then I’d have to kill him.
“You’re the one who wanted us to sort things out, Moana,” I accused, passing the blame.
She scoffed. “I thought you’d fuck her, then move on. Since when have you ever wanted a relationship with a woman? Not since—”
“Charlotte,” I muttered. “I’m aware.”
My sister gave a long sigh. “Is that what this is about, Kai? She’s not Charlotte. She’s like the polar opposite of Charlotte.”
Anger bubbled through my veins. “I’m painfully aware of this fact, Mo. Maybe when she was acting, I thought I saw some of Charlotte in her. But now that I’ve seen the real her? No, they couldn’t be more different, and I like her even more for it. She’s everything Charlotte wasn’t. Everything I never knew I needed. I won’t give her up again, so erase that idea from your head.”