Page 71 of Covert
I hear commotion in the hallway and perk up. Nikki falls into the room with the stripper that was on her earlier, tucked under her arm.
"No peaking, Bruno. I know you like some girl-on-girl action," she teases. Who The Fuck Is This Woman?
The minute the door is closed, Nikki releases the stripper and flings herself at me. I wrap my arms around her greedily and pull her to me.
"Babygirl." The word is a curse, a prayer, and everything.
She spears her fingers through my hair, pulling me into a hard kiss. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her with all of the love and desperation and heartbreak I've felt over the past month. I have so many questions that need answers, but right now my entire being lives in her embrace. We kiss, lust heating my blood, my cells vibrating, the need to hold her, feel her, consume her overwhelming.
But I pull back, resting my forehead against hers.
"Are you okay?"
She grips the front of my shirt tightly in her fists. "As okay as I can be. I haven't been able to get a burner phone, though. So I haven't been able to reach out. Fuck, I miss you guys. Are you okay??" As if we'd ever be okay without her.
"We're handling it," I reply, and it's not a lie. "Why are you in a strip club?" There's no judgment in my voice, maybe a desire to learn more? To see if tonight is a one-off or if we can continue to see each other like this?
"I'm building a campaign. Men talk when there's liquor and pussy involved. The girls here listen for me and gather info I can use against them." She looks at the two strippers who have decided to entertain themselves on the stage. The blonde is going down on the redhead.
Nikki leans in close to whisper. "There's no way I can be with you guys and be free if my father is still breathing. I'm working to get free so I can come back to you." My hands squeeze her hips. I'm scared for her.
"Let us help you. You don't have to do it alone."
She gives me a sad smile. "I'm not alone. I have my brother," she shoots a look at the two women, writhing and moaning on the stage. "And I have the women here. And Natalie! Was Angelo able to tell you? She's been at my father's this whole time."
I breathe a sigh of relief. I had gotten a text from an unknown number that Natalie was with Nikki, but I wasn't sure it could be trusted. I wasn't sure if I should allow the hope that threatened to establish itself in my heart.
"I'll get a burner as soon as possible and message you. God, I've missed you," she says, pushing me to sit on the leather couch. She straddles me and I'm hard. I hadn't come tonight thinking about sex, but to have my woman here, within reach, and only for tonight, I can't help myself. I fist the hair at the base of her neck and bring her lips to mine. I need her. I need to feel her. I need that reassurance that she is real, that she's okay.
She drags her warm pussy against my hard cock, and I groan. I haven't gotten hard since she left. Even remembering the sexy times with her hadn't gotten me hard. My heart ached too damn much. But having her here, my body comes back to life. And my cock wants her.
I push her off of me, and she stands but wavers a little.
"I need to feel you." I don't fucking care if we have an audience, I need my girl like I need my next breath. I unzip her pants before shoving them roughly down her hips. We're clumsy, rushed, needy, as we remove her leather pants and my jeans and boots. Once naked from the bottom down, her still wearing those fuck-me heels, though, I pull her down on top of me. Without hesitation, she impales herself on my cock, and we both groan.
The girls on the stage seem to have finished and are watching us now. I don't know if I have an exhibitionist kink, but the male pride in me swells, and I want nothing more than an audience to show how hard I can make my girl come.
"We have an audience," I whisper, moving her hair to the side and nipping at her neck.
"And?" she retorts. She's half out of her mind with lust.
"Just wanted to make sure you were good with it before I make you mine," I growl, my hand wrapping around her throat.
She kisses me hard, rotating her hips against mine. The friction is delicious, amazing, and I know at this angle I'm hitting her deep. Fuck, I'm going to come before she does if she keeps this up. I duck my head and pull one of her nipples into my mouth, while I bring one hand between us and circle her clit. Her mewls increase, her panting quickens, and I take a look at the girls on the stage. They're bothwatching us, fingering each other as if they can't control themselves with how turned on they are.
I focus my attention back on my woman. Of course, they're turned on; she's desire in human form. She's grace, and innocence, and sex, and beauty, and strength combined in a single body. She's magnetic and she doesn't even know it.
She moans my name and squeezes my cock with her walls. She's coming. And it puts me over the edge. I come with her, my big arms wrapped all the way around her, holding her to me. Her inner walls spasm as she comes, milking my cock and prolonging my orgasm.
I fucking love this woman. I may not know her past or her future, but right now? This Nikki? I love this woman.
"I love you," I whisper into her neck. She's still catching her breath, and her hair sticks to her sweaty neck.
She leans back, looking me in the eye and taking my face in her hands. "I love you more," she whispers. And for a moment, I believe she believes that.
"So what do we do?" I ask. I'm still inside of her, our combined releases dripping down my thighs, but I can't let her go. I won't let her go. I need to know there's a future where we're together.
She stills, her face going blank. "I can't meet you here anymore. I have some people at my back, but not everyone can be trusted. It's not safe for you." I believe her. I'll do whatever she asks. "I'll get a burner phone, and then we can chat. I promise you. It's my number one priority." She pauses for a moment. "How are the other two?"
