Page 60 of Avenging Kelly

I stepped into the cream-colored room and stopped, taking in that there was a life-sized cutout of yours truly without a stitch of clothes. My arms were at my sides as if I was at attention, and my dick was proudly saluting the flag. Funny thing was, I was familiar with the position. It was the one I always assumed during my post-mission briefing before I was knocked out—except I was allowed to keep on my skivvies.

The other thing wrong was my cock hadn’t been hard until the day I got close enough to London St. Michael to smell his manly scent. It had been nearly hard all the time since then, so I really had to wonder whose dick that was.

I walked over to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer, seeing a flowered bottle of lube and read the label. Hers. I laughed for a second before I put the bottle back. If I was guessing right, my cardboard likeness turned on The Gambler, which gave me an excellent idea. If she wanted me… she was going to get me.

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“It’s a terrible idea.”

London was pacing his living room after we’d gotten off the phone with Dom and Austin, who’d dropped by while we were gone to Frances Ritchfield’s apartment. I’d told them about my plan, and they’d agreed to help, but based on the expression on London’s face, he wasn’t exactly in favor of it.

Since I’d kicked in the bedroom door at the apartment, our only option was to mess up the place to make it look like someone had broken in if she called the cops, and damn if that wasn’t fun. We didn’t, however, touch the pink room with the neat desk and the blonde doll.

We were currently waiting for Casper to get back to us with anything he could find on Ritchfield’s computer system, including who the hell LaDonna Ritchfield happened to be.

I stepped into London’s path. “Babe, I won’t fuck her. I might have to lead up to just before, but I’m your man all the way. We want information, and she’s got it. Casper’s going to get me comms so you and he can listen in, and if I get into trouble, you boys come a-runnin’. We’ll get this shit behind us. We’ve got a big future ahead. Easy peazy, lemon squeezy.”

Yeah, I was being a smartass, but I was trying to relieve his tension. I was afraid my future husband was going to have a fucking heart attack before I could even pop the question, and a lifetime without him was unacceptable.

“Just give Casper another day to go through her laptop. He’ll uncover information the size of a molecule, and then you won’t have to do this,” London nearly pleaded with me.

It broke my heart to see him so distraught, especially after the talk we’d had about the cheating bastard he’d been with, but fuck if I didn’t need to pull down the other shoe and throw it at the sun instead of waiting for it to drop on my head. I was sick of fucking around with those assholes at Sin City. It was time to put them down like a thoroughbred with a broken leg.

I lifted my arms and put them on his broad shoulders, staring into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “I love you. You’re absolutely the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I would cut off my fucking arm before I would hurt you. I know you’ve had a shitty relationship in the past, but I want you to believe I’m not that guy. I’d never cheat on you, and I hope you’ll find no one who treats you better than I do.”

London wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. “I’m not worried about you cheating, Kelly. I’m worried about that woman setting a trap for you. We don’t even know all the players yet.”

That was true, but call me impulsive. I wanted to be done with all the bullshit. Something Orr had said to me had resonated. Bone cancer. Parkinson’s. The longer I dicked around with this crap and these cowards who acted behind codenames and secrecy, the less time I might have to be happy. If someone was lucky enough to meet a guy as great as London, they wouldn’t waste time with bullshit.

“Meanwhile, you and Casper will have tea with Mrs. Pfeifer in the apartment next door while Dominic and Austin are in the stairwell. If you hear anything through my comm that you don’t like, you get the fuck over there and shoot the bitch,” I stated with a smirk on my face.

As we’d left the building after cloning Ritchfield’s computer and ransacking her apartment, there had been a little lady of about seventy-five pulling a little grocery cart behind her, who was nearly mowed down by a bike messenger.

If Casper hadn’t physically picked her up and moved her out of the path of destruction, she’d have been badly hurt. Her grocery cart went flying and there were broken eggs all over the street.

The old woman had been truly shaken up, so I ran to a bodega on the corner and bought her another dozen eggs while they took her into the lobby to calm her down. We were on the sidewalk at the corner of the Spires Tower, and nobody knew we’d just come from the back of the building. I had to believe it was a good omen… on all fronts.

The guard at Spires Tower was a new guy who was just a little too talkative for me—more than friendly to us when the little lady told him what we’d done for her, and he thanked us multiple times. Mrs. Pfeifer invited us back the next afternoon for tea and her special cranberry scones, and the guard said he’d be happy to let us up to the thirty-second floor.

It was the perfect opportunity for me to ambush Frances in her home without setting off any warning bells for security. With the plans in place, it was too late to turn back now.

I’d called Ritchfield and told her I’d returned to New York after we left Spires Tower, and Casper could confirm The Gambler was on her way to New York instead of Kansas. I was definitely going to be ready to welcome Medusa home.

“How about you let me wash your back? I’ll soothe your aching muscles and make sure your weary bone is taken care of,” I offered with my best smile.

London was about to protest before I brushed my lips over his. “Doesn’t a blow job sound good right about now?” I asked. I so wanted to have him fuck me, but nothing like that would happen until I got tested and had confirmation of my status.

I took London’s hand and put it on my shoulder, holding tightly as I led him down the hallway to the bedroom. I walked over to his clock radio and turned it on, dialing to a soft jazz station we sometimes listened to in the car and turning to pull London in my arms. “Dance with me.”

It felt so good to be wrapped up in his powerful arms as we swayed together. I brushed my lips along his neck, feeling him shiver a bit before he tilted his head to give me easier access. The taste of his skin was becoming a craving for me.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he whispered as I sucked on the tender flesh behind his ear. His beard was coming back, and the feel of the stubble against my lips and tongue had my cock plumping in my cargo pants.

We swayed together for too short a time before the song ended and the station went to a commercial. “Come with me,” I urged as I took his hand and pulled his shirt over his sexy body. I stripped him, feeling so lucky to have found him.

I dropped to my knees and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, his thick cock bouncing against his hard abs when it was finally free. I sucked on the thin skin along his shaft before I buried my nose in the brown curls at the base where his scent was the strongest.

His hands were in my hair, barely tugging, but it felt incredible. I teased under the head with my tongue until his grip tightened. “Don’t fucking tease me,” he growled, which was sexy as hell.

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