Page 34 of Blood Ties
"I don't want my body to expect it every time you're near."
"Stop over thinking everything and let go. Let me give you what you need."
He nods, and his lip slips between his teeth. "Okay, but you're riding in the front on the way back."
I smile, pulling his cock free. I lick the tip and he moans. The saltiness of his precum awakens my taste buds, making me hungry for more. Able drives the car slower and I can tell he's taking a longer way. He doesn't question it and continues to pretend like nothing is happening behind him.
I take Marcus further into my mouth and his legs shake. He bucks his hips, fucking forward. My goal today is to lessen the tension in his body, not to test his patience or control. I lap and suck at his cock as he continues to use my mouth. His breath comes out in pants, and he tugs on my hair, arching his hips. His thrusts slow down as he fills my mouth with his cum. I swallow and lick up every drop, making sure to get him fully clean before tucking him into his pants. I zip and buckle him back up as he comes down from his orgasm.
I press a kiss to his lips, satisfied with the serene look on his face and the lack of tension in his relaxed shoulders. He gets caught up in his head sometimes. It had happened a lot before whenever he was overcome with nerves and worry. He appears to be more on edge these days, his face constantly tense, not smiling as much as he used to. I yearn to bring that light back in his eyes after catching a small glimpse of it last night.
He may be a trained killer, but he's still human and there are times he needs things only his Papi can give him. "Better?"
He rolls his eyes. "Don't seem so smug."
I smile, licking at the corner of my mouth, still tasting him on my lips. "I'm just happy to have helped. We want to make sure we both go in there with a clear head."
Pulling up to the club in the back, Marcus sends a message to one of his men working inside and never gets a response. He doesn't get an answer when he calls the front desk of the club either. We get out of the car at the same time, Germo and Cesar trailing behind us with their guns out. Marcus's hand rests on the inside of his jacket as he unlocks the back exit.
Screaming comes from the front of the building. Germo goes one way with Cesar, and I follow Marcus in a different direction. We cover more ground this way. There's a tall, heavy set man holding the two bartenders behind the bar at gunpoint and another man locking the front door to keep people from coming and going. Remaining quiet, we tuck ourselves behind a wall. The club has quite a few blind spots and I'm thankful for each one that keeps us hidden.
The music still playing drowns out our footsteps, but doesn't silence the begging and pleading coming from the few people trapped inside. "Please," one of the dancers begs. "You don't want to hurt anyone."
One of the guys laughs, shooting above her hand, barely missing her fingers. "I didn't ask any of you to talk, did I?"
"No, but if you were smart you would listen," the bouncer with a knife to his throat threatens.
The bigger guy huffs, snapping his fingers and another man comes from the other side of the club with a bag in his hand. He sets it down on the ground. "Tie them all up and do what we came here to do."
"It's already been done," the other guy says. He pulls a detonator from his pocket. "Just kill them. They won't survive when the bomb goes off anyway."
The first guy sighs, turning to the club's manager. "We want you to give a message to your boss."
"How about you give it to me yourself." Before the man's gaze can shift to Marcus, I shoot him in the chest. The other man lifts his gun and Marcus shoots him in the hand. Cesar comes up from behind him, folding his arms behind his back and shoving him into the table.
Germo searches the rest of the club when one of the customers shouts, "There were three of them inside and one outside."
"Tie that asshole up and take him to the cellar," Marcus orders Alberto.
"I don't work for you."
"Do as he says and call my son when you get to Club Rio," I order, flicking a hard gaze Cesar's way.
Cesar nods, tightening his jaw.
"I'll find the other asshole," Germo says.
The guy I shot shakes on the floor, blood pooling around him. I press my foot on top of his chest, spitting in his face. "Who do you work for?"
"Fuck you," he says with his voice trembling.
My nose flares and I move my foot up, pressing down on his wound. He screams, jerking against the floor.
"I don't think you heard me, so I'll ask again, who sent you?"
"Mario. He's coming for you and your family. He won't be alone either."
"Where is he?"
