Page 17 of King of Pain

My dad split when I was young, but my mom is a strong woman, keeping both me and Roman in line after Roman’s dad died. Took care of Roman’s sister too. Though I know that one was a labor of love. Arabella and my mom still talk every day.

Christ, I hope Roman is all right. I can still hear the sound of his skull cracking on the pavement when he went down. Iclose my eyes, blocking out the view of Kate. I can’t afford the distraction now.

Maybe I should fuck her. Get it out of my system. When I’ve blown a nut, I might be able to think again. Figure out how to help Roman.

My only comfort is that both Vigo and Vincent got into the car with me. Hopefully he came to and got out of there before Vigo could go back.

I shouldn’t have dragged him out so late at night. It was my idea to go scope out of that house. But I’d fucked up the permits and I was trying to figure out how to fix my mistake.

Always so impulsive.

We’re building a tunnel under the Las Vegas casinos. Casinos get to connect to our project by our grace and everyone knows, if we don’t allow them access, their traffic is going to get cut.

The Italians took our lack of support personally, and it was personal.

When I said Roman’s dad died, I meant he was murdered. And it was the Italians who did it. So yeah, there is no fucking way we’re giving them anything except a trip to hell.

Kate is an innocent victim in all of this. And despite having the poor judgment to go on a date with Vincent, I do mean innocent.

I’m not an over-thinker. I don’t get bogged down in shit. So I don’t ask myself why, I just know that it’s my job to see her through this. As long as it isn’t at the expense of my family. I owe them everything.

I close my eyes. I just need a bit of sleep. An hour. Two. I got a map at Walmart and a burner phone too. I tried to get the number of Kincaid Enterprises but you need a credit card to pay for 411 and I don’t want to leave a digital trail. I’m going to have track down a phone book…

And wheels.

One step at a time. That’s how this shit gets done.

I fall asleep, too tired to think anymore.

I have no idea how long I’m out but when I wake…

I’m on my back, Kate is pressed into my side. Her leg and her arm are tossed over me, her hips grinding into the side of mine.

And her hand… Fuck me, it’s stroking my raging cock.

“Love,” I slur, half asleep. “That’s some wake up.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs into my shoulder as she grips my hard-on through my briefs. “So good.”

I look over at her, her eyes still closed, her lips softly parted and my eyes narrow. Is she still asleep?

Is she sleep-sexing me? This is way better than sleepwalking and I give a giddy grin, now wide awake. She’s pinned my good hand to my side but I’m able to twist my wrist around just enough to slide a finger between her legs, pressing on her clit through her little sleep shorts.

She lets out a keening cry as she grinds into my finger. Can women cum in their sleep? Not sure why, but I kind of assumed they couldn’t. Is today the day I get to find out?

I press a little harder, her head falling back as her body arches into my hand.

“I want you so bad,” she mumbles, half garbled as she pants these little breaths. It’s so fucking hot.

“Who do you want, baby? Say my name.”

“Luke,” she gasps. Oh, fuck yeah. She’s sex-dreaming about me? Bring. It. On. And my experiment is forgotten as I back up enough to get my good arm under her and flip her onto my chest.

She lands hard enough that I wince in pain. Still totally worth it as her legs naturally fall on either side of my hips.

And then her eyes fly open. “Luke?”

“Yeah, love, it’s me.” And then I press up, pushing my cock right into her seam.

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