Page 73 of Root

Nikolai stands there in the shooting range, frowning, his suit a dark charcoal, probably his favorite of the charcoal suits that are all the same. He’s got one hand in his pocket and he’s holding my jeans. Then, he looks straight at the room we’re in.

I tuck myself away, brushing my hair back, and I walk out leaving her trussed up, unfulfilled and probably nuclear angry at this point.

“Hey, dude. What’s up?”

Nikolai runs his eyes down me, and his lip curls, just a little. But he doesn’t call me out. Mainly, I think, because I’m betting he’s fucked Rose every which way in here.

“Nikolai,” he corrects. “I won’t ask. Just put my handcuffs back before I return. You learn anything?”

I narrow my eyes. “From when I collected payouts earlier?” I shake my head. “Nope.” Then I edge closer. “How did you know about the handcuffs?”

“I always know, Rush. Just…” He stops, then he leans in. “What the fuck did I say about fucking her?”

“To do it?”

“How the fuck did I raise such a brat? Dante’s better behaved than you.”

“You just say that because you like that cat more than anyone.”

“Don’t be an idiot.” But there’s a tiny, and I mean, tiny smile. Then, his eyes turn cold. “Just remember what we talked about.”

“Always. Just having some fun.”

With that, he heads out, clearly off to do something.

Before I did my job earlier, he told me not to fuck her again, but honestly, we both knew that was a hard ask, like don’t eat the cookies. Of course, I’m going to eat the cookies. Of course, I’m going to fuck the hot chick.

But he wants me to find out her angle, find out what she knows about the gang, the Ten64. I’m doing it. My way.

And someone like Jess isn’t going to respond to hard core pushing. Unless it’s sexual, speaking of…

I sweep up our clothes and go back in the room, dumping them, and I look at her.

My breath vanishes.

I’m punched.

In the balls. The stomach.

The heart.

The view is spectacular.

Jessie’s trying to get free, her thighs splayed as her legs kick and her cunt…oh man, it’s open from our fucking, dripping thick fluid. I drop to my knees.

She squeals around the panties as my tongue touches her.

I lap up our juices, licking and kissing her inner and outer lips, tonguing her slit. I kiss and lick her upper inner thighs, then I move up once I’ve got what I want—a heady nectar that’s us—and I lick over her ass, biting one cheek, then the other. Finally, I pull them apart and I tongue over her starfish, adding a finger, pushing it into her, while my other fingers push inside her cunt.

It’s a slow seduction to bring her to orgasm and when she comes, the clenching on my fingers from her pussy and her ass are delicious.

Next time, when I come inside her—ass or cunt—I’m letting her come on my cock.

I release her, and she shoves me over and scrambles up, flinging her panties at my face.

“You bastard!”

“You liked me fucking you.”

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