Page 51 of Avenging Kelly

I went out to the kitchen to see London with a beer bottle in his hand, unopened. “That looks good. I’ll have one when I get back.”

London walked over, grabbing the back of my sweatshirt. “Hang on. Where are you going? Last time you took off on me… Well, I won’t hang around for that again, Kelly. I love you, and I know you have business to handle, but don’t leave me in the dark. You can’t imagine the shit that went through my head when you left me.”

I stopped and turned around, seeing the hurt look on his face. “I’m sorry, Dimples. I had a one-track mind to find out who was after my sister, and it was wrong of me to take off. I’m used to handling my business alone, because I’ve been doing it by myself for a long time. I know you’re upset, and I’m really, really sorry.” God, I felt like an ass.

I headed toward the door again when he didn’t respond, but he grabbed me from behind. “Where are you going?” he insisted as he pressed his hard cock against my ass.

I laughed. “Well, I thought I was going to go for a run, but I have the feeling maybe you’ve got a better idea.”

London smirked. “Now that you mention it, I have an incredible idea.” He took my hand and pulled me back into the bedroom.

We slowly undressed each other, kissing hungrily as more skin was revealed. I slid to my knees and sucked the engorged head of London’s hard cock into my mouth, his moans like music to my ears.

I’d fucked up, and I needed to make sure he knew I appreciated his love and concern. I didn’t want him to think I’d taken him for granted.

I gently cupped his balls as I licked his hard length like a treat—which it was—his fingers caressing my scalp as I slapped his cock on my tongue. “Whatever happens, I want you to remember how happy I’ve been to have you in my life.”

London surprised me by pulling my hair—hard.

I looked up at him, holding the head of his cock near my mouth. “No. Don’t make it sound like you’re going to run out on me again. We love each other, Kelly, and you don’t fucking run out on the people you love. We’re in this together unless you don’t want to be,” London stated, his emotions shining through about how much I’d hurt him. I never wanted to hurt him, and apparently I had, so I needed to make sure he knew I loved him.

He gripped my hair and shoved that thick cock into my mouth before he began pumping. I could tell he was pissed, but I’d always thought angry sex was hot.

I choked twice as he tried to shove that thing down my throat, but when he pulled back, I grabbed his ass and tickled his hole with my middle finger. I wasn’t going to come while he fucked my mouth—I was going to come inside his tight ass.

I felt his cock harden, so I relaxed my throat and tilted my head enough so the thick mushroom slid in and cut off my breath. I could feel him pulse as he groaned… “Gah!”

His shaft jerked, so I slowly withdrew from his length and tasted him as he continued to ride the high. I swallowed everything he gave me.

When London fell onto the bed after his legs wouldn’t hold him up any longer, I stood and sat down next to him. “I’m sorry I tried to leave you, but I didn’t want you involved in this mess. It’s mine alone, Dimples. You have nothing—”

He pulled me down and placed his fingers on my lips. “If we love each other… If you love me like you claimed, then we’re in this shit hand-in-hand. Wherever you go, I go. Don’t you ever fucking forget it. Now, fuck me.”

I didn’t fuck him. I made love to him because that was exactly what he deserved. The man was perfect, and when he rolled the condom on me and lifted his legs to show me his hole, my breath stuttered for a moment before I slid inside him.

We wrecked the bed—again—but when he squeezed my hard-on from the inside, I couldn’t hold back. I shot off to the point I was a little light-headed. He truly was a saint because when I was inside him, I was damn sure I thanked the heavens.

“So, what next?” London asked after I slid off the condom and tossed it into the can by the bed.

“If The Gambler is in San Diego looking for me, I want to go to her place in Manhattan and look around—this time at her computer network. Think your IT guy can hack into her set-up?”

I rested my head on London’s chest as he gently stroked my back. The tenderness he gave me wasn’t something I was used to needing, but I found I was falling in love with it. I’d never imagined I’d enjoy a gentle touch from another man, but I was wrong. It was everything I’d been missing in my life.

“We’ve tried to keep Casper out of this because of his CIA background, but maybe we’re fucking up. Giuseppe’s tech, Nat Crossley, is good, but Casper knows what we need before we even open our mouths.”

“Do you think he’d rather not be involved? I don’t want your guy doing anything that he’s afraid will put him or his family in jeopardy,” I replied. I would die for my family, but I wouldn’t expect anyone else to do the same.

London reached over to the nightstand for the satellite phone and dialed a number. “Go for Casper.”

We both sat up, and London laughed. “Since when do you answer the phone like that?”

“Hey, I’m embracing the codename because you assholes won’t stop calling me that. What’s up? You’re back in town?”

London steadied his gaze on me. “Kelly and I are here. We have a situation we’d like you to look into, but… it’s dangerous. You might become a target, so I’ll say this and you think about it. Secret government program. Military.”

London turned to me and offered his hand as we waited. I hated to say it, but I trusted Casper a lot more than I trusted Nat Crossley. I didn’t know Crossley, but Casper had been there when we were looking for Devaney, so I was all in with the guy.

“So? I know how the fuck they work. Gimme more. Wait—let me call you back in a minute. Are you worried you’re targets? How about Mia, Amy, and little Daisy? Are they possibly in danger?” Casper asked.

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