"Come for me, Kinsley. You feel so tight, I'm not gonna last."
Her only response was a whimper, and I watched her face redden in the mirror.
"You wanna come on this cock?"
Her head lolled back, unable to nod against my rough hold.
I sped up my thrusts, the sound of my legs slapping into hers echoing throughout the room. Her moan turned into a keening sound, and I squeezed my eyes closed.
"I'm about to come, Kinsley. Can you feel how hard I am for you?" I let go of her throat to spread her pussy and pinch her clit.
"Yes! Oh, God!"
Kinsley's body locked down, her muscles stiffening as she came with a loud cry. In the aftermath of her orgasm, she went limp across the table, and I only needed a few more pumps before exploding harder than I had since our shower sex.
My cock slipping out, I straightened her and turned her around. Kissing the top of her head, I inhaled her scent and crushed her close to me. Already, I felt calmer.
"If I hadn't been alone?"
I chuckled. "I would have kicked Kai out on his ass."
38
Kinsley
Our meeting place was a vacant church on a street filled with dilapidated buildings that had long since met their condemnation. My heels clicked as I walked, the sound echoing throughout the hallowed ground. Several Gallagher lieutenants hid in the rafters, ensuring none of the Navarro men could pull off a surprise attack. As I reached the spot where the pulpit once stood, I slowed to glance around. Mounted on the far wall, high above my head, was an ancient cross. Christ hung in crucifixion, years of neglect showing in the dull, chipped wood.
If not for the knowledge that my protectors watched over me, I would have quivered at the hollow emptiness of the drafty building. Instead, I stiffened my spine and awaited the brothers' arrival.
"Coming in now," the voice in my ear said. Burke insisted the only way I could go in alone was with a weapon on my side, an earpiece for communication, and cameras everywhere.
The heavy front doors were thrown open, a large group of men erupting into the church and filling the sanctuary at my back. I remained unmoving, staring up at the body of Jesus. Once the commotion ended, I turned slowly, clasping my hands in front of me to hide their shaking.
"Asher Navarro," I said, my voice ringing strongly into the void.
"Kinsley Gallagher," the man said in return.
Standing immediately in front of me were Asher and Blaine, brothers in blood and violence. Though Blaine was the eldest, he didn't have the backing of their father to take over the business. Idly, I wondered if the move to promote his younger brother had stung, or if it was a relief not to be saddled with such monumental responsibility.
Asher's dirty blond hair shined red and blue in the weak light streaming through broken stained-glass windows. "Where is your husband?"
"Around." I smiled serenely. "We need to discuss the territories up for renegotiation, and I am willing to offer an alliance between our Families."
"Why would I want an alliance?" Asher derided, narrowing his eyes. "I'm not interested in making friends, only in making money."
I raised a brow. "You don't believe partnerships can grow empires exponentially?"
He leaned forward, and I had to force myself to meet his penetrating gaze when I wanted to recoil. "No."
"Keep him talking, Kinsley," said the voice in my ear.
"Well, then, why did you agree to come here?"
Gesturing to the surrounding pews, Asher said, "Call it curiosity."
I could only be grateful he smelled of nothing more than the leather of his jacket since he moved to stand inappropriately close. Expletives exploded in my ear as Asher stopped within inches of me, but I ignored them. "You enjoy wasting everyone's time?"
At Asher's evil grin, I couldn't quite suppress a shiver. "It wasn't a complete waste. After all, I got the chance to meet you."
