Page 87 of Kings Don't Break
“Every last powdered crumb.” Miguel glances over his shoulder at the men to his left and right who hold up the briefcases they’re clutching.
We exchange goods. I pay Miguel what we owe and his men hand off the merchandise to Ozzie.
The deal’s done as clean, quick and discreet as we initially planned.
Miguel smiles. “It’s nice doing business with you. We appreciate that you do so after what you went through with the Madrigals. And it’s fortunate you met us in our neck of the woods this time. The local police seem determined to keep a close eye on you.”
“You could say that again,” Ozzie says. “They’ve got a fucking hard-on for us.”
“Should you ever need… other services… we provide those. We can be good at making problems go away. For a price, of course.”
“We tend to solve our own problems,” I answer. I beckon Ozzie with a jut of my chin, motioning for us to go. The deal’s done and we’ve got what we need. I’m more than ready to return to Korine, though in the back of my mind, I store Miguel’s offer for future use.
It’s true the Kings take care of our own shit. But if Stricklin and the rest of the Pulsboro PD are watching us too closely, we might need outside forces to make our problems… go away.
19
KORINE
“Fuucckkk!” Blake grunts, tucking his face into the crook of my neck. His breath feathers my skin in heavy pants. His hips work their magic, rolling deeper into me, hitting all the right spots. Breaking me apart as he himself comes undone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Kori… you’re fucking perfect. You know that right? Fuucckkk!”
I’d laugh at the loud storm of expletives if I weren’t panting and writhing along with him. It’s the only thing I can do as his hot, hard length lights me up from the inside. Filling me, sating me, bringing me unseen levels of pleasure.
I clench around him and slide my fingers through his golden hair.
He swears again. Even louder with more grunts that must alert anyone within a mile radius. Neither of us give a damn.
He lifts up to seek my mouth. The kiss is feral, as urgent and needy as his thrusts become. My whole body spasms reaching my climax. My back arches. My thighs quiver. I pant and moan, both of which are greedily silenced by Blake’s lips. His tongue that flicks to mine.
This man seeks to possess me.
As pleasure pulses through me, I realize I’m more than willing to let him.
I’ve never felt so beautiful. So desired. In a way Ken never made me feel. The way Blake touches me, even how he looks at me, is as if he feels privileged just to be in the same room as me. Let alone inside of me.
Blake grabs my thighs and slings them over his hips. He drives into me in harder, faster strokes. Sweat glistens on his skin, the muscles on his tattooed chest a delectable sight. He exudes raw masculine sexuality with every thrust, every grunt as he gropes me and fucks me and then comes in a powerful sweep of pleasure.
For a few seconds, he’s suspended in time. He breaks into pieces the way I have. His features tense and then relax. His ropey muscles do the same. I reach for him, yearning for another passionate kiss.
He’s still heaving for air as his lips meet mine. His rough palms glide over my naked skin, pausing at places like my hips and breasts. I shudder as he does.
Blake might not realize it, but he’s a huge boost to my confidence. His words encourage me. Embolden me. Make me daring enough to explore all the ways we can enjoy each other. Things I’ve never felt or done with Ken.
A grin slants across his mouth as he leans back for a look at me. “Damn, Kori.”
I laugh. “What?!”
“You’ve got it going on,” he teases, squeezing my hip.
It’s such an unexpected thing to say, I laugh a second time, even louder. “Blake Cash, were you always this corny?”
“Yes. And you fell for me anyway.” He swoops in and drops an affectionate kiss on the side of my neck.
“I was a teen girl. I didn’t know better.”
He cocks a brow. “What’s your excuse now?”
“I guess I still don’t know better.” He buries his face in my neck for more kisses. These biting. I squirm against him and his revenge games on the exact spot where I’m ticklish. He would remember something like that. “Blake! Blake! What are you—okay! Okay, I like it! I swear I do!”
