Page 27 of Avenging Kelly

Were the missions he’d told me about true, or had someone gaslit the man to make him believe he’d done those terrible things so they could keep him in line? It would take time to get to the truth, but I was determined to do everything I could to help him find out.

Was any of it true, from the chip in his spine to his participation in Operation Jackpot? Why the fuck didn’t it matter to me at all?

There was no doubt in my mind that I’d protect him without question, even if it cost me my life. Unbelievably, I wasn’t scared of the prospect at all.

I didn’t give a fuck about anything except touching him, feeling his warm skin next to mine. As Kelly gripped me, I wanted to devour him. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him again as the warm water eased the nerves I was feeling.

The man had a long cock, and when it rubbed against mine, I sucked in a breath against his soft lips. His powerful body engulfed me, and his kiss hypnotized me. Our teeth clacked as we moved our heads to get more of each other. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life.

I pushed him against the cool white marble, but only because he let me, and I lifted his right leg over my hip. Our tongues tangled, first in his mouth and then in mine. We broke the kiss, both of us gasping for breath.

“Goddamn,” Kelly whispered as he reached to the left and pumped the conditioner caddy that was attached to the wall before he wrapped his powerful fist around our erections and stroked, taking my breath.

Without wasting a moment, he moved his hand over the heads of our hard dicks and his lips to my neck where he sucked on the skin, pulling blood to the surface. There would be marks but fuck if I cared.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had any kind of sex,” Kelly whispered against my collarbone.

“You damn well haven’t forgotten anything about it,” I replied, nuzzling into his neck to return the favor. If we were going to wear each other’s marks, I wanted them to be easy to see.

I reached for the caddy and slicked my hand to join him as he carried both of us on a wave of passion. I wrapped my fist around his and met his lips again. “Make us come,” I stated.

Kelly didn’t disappoint. A few more strokes, and we were shooting all over our abs, the hot release fueling the fire inside me. I didn’t want it to end, but I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stay on my feet if it didn’t.

We washed ourselves, saying nothing, and I worried maybe he regretted our encounter. After we rinsed, he turned off the water and stared at me.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Kelly chuckled. “Oh, baby, I’m more than okay. How about you?”

I laughed a full-on belly laugh. “I can barely stand up. Yeah, I’m more than okay, too.”

We stepped out of the shower and wrapped towels around ourselves, both of us smiling. I studied the two of us as I faced the vanity mirror. If we were going to outrun the people who were after him, we needed to change our appearances. Looking like someone else might give us a bit of cover.

“I think we need to do something to make ourselves look different,” I suggested as I ran my fingers through my unruly brown hair.

“Like what?” Kelly asked, staring at our reflections with a grin.

“Well, I can shave off my goatee, and maybe you, uh…”

“I’m not shaving my head, and I’d hate for you to lose the facial hair because it’s fucking sexy. Let the bastards come for us,” he stated confidently. If he was up for it, then I guessed I was too. After all, we were now in it together.

* * *

“How do you say it again?” Dallas asked the chef as Kelly and I walked down the stairs after we dressed. Both of our guts were growling because we hadn’t eaten anything since the burgers earlier in the day. After the explosive orgasms, I was ready for some food.

“Vaffanculo!” Rafe answered slowly. I knew that one, having heard it from the Torrentes since I’d started working for them.

“Why are you having Rafe teach you how to say fuck off in Italian?” I asked as Kelly and I entered the kitchen and took seats at the island, him resting his bare foot settling on the support rung of my stool and wrapping his arm around the back of my seat after scooting closer.

I understood his desire to feel connected, so I put my hand on his thigh as we both stared at Rafe and Dallas, who were busy spreading cheese over what I thought were two flatbreads.

“I like the idea of being able to tell people to fuck off without them actually knowing what I’m saying,” my brother answered, making me laugh.

“What’s your next gig?” I asked.

“I don’t really have one yet. I got some shit in the works, but nothing concrete. Why?” Dallas asked, his eyes fixed on me.

“We’re leaving tomorrow. I’m waiting for Casper to call me back with the location of the social worker who placed Mia with those assholes and claimed she didn’t know what happened to her. I know Mathis kept after the woman to the point she might have been pissed off, so I wanna pay her a brief visit and see if she knows anything about Mia’s disappearance that she wouldn’t share with Sinclair,” I responded.

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