Life kept me busy for a few days after I’d snuck into Kiera’s house. It was probably for the best; otherwise, I would have returned every damn night to get a taste of her delectable pussy.
One taste had been like a hit of nicotine flowing through my veins, and I was desperately craving my next hit. But like I said, life kept me busy.
James had been organizing a group of his men to fly to Peartree House to collect the girl who would become his wife. I’d never seen my buddy in such a state; he was convinced the director of the program would somehow make Willow—James’ wife-to-be—disappear, and to ease his worry, I volunteered to join the party.
I’ll admit, Willow wasnotwhat I was expecting. The poor girl looked like she was going to have a heart attack from the fear of finding four guys waiting for her in the middle of the night, each of us built like gladiators.
She hardly spoke throughout the journey, and the other guys who formed the party jokedthatshe had no chance of surviving James’ brutal temper. I, on the other hand, disagreed. There was something about her, though I couldn’t say what,thattold me she wasexactlywhat James needed.
Only time would tell.
NotthatJames had much time to get to know his new bride. After I’d delivered Willow to him for the mostunromanticwedding, I spent the afternoondistracting myself from thoughts of Kiera by researching a contractthathad come through.
The target was in New York and was averyhigh-profile subject, which was going to make things tricky to get to him. Still, after pulling James away from spending his wedding night with his new bride, we concocted a plan and flew out the next morning to meet Zayden, Brody, and Cleo to help us execute our plan—and the target.
Once our job was done, and our target’s murder painted all over the news as suicide, we headed to a club to celebrate.
“Here’s to a job well done,”I said, raising my shot glass to James and Zayden, who, for once, wasn’t attached to his brother.
Brody was somewhere in the club, though; the twins were never far from each other. Cleo was also missing from our table, having returned to the job she was working on. She’d been trained to honeytrap men, but it sounded like her current job was piss easy, and she had moaned like a bitch about not being able to join us.
“To one less asshole in the world,”Zayden replied, wincing as he downed the tequila, James and I copying. Slamming his glass on the table, he stood.“I’m going to go find my brother. He’s with a girl who wants a twin sandwich.”
He winked before disappearing into the crowd, and a devious grin lifted my lips as I scooted closer to James.“Maybe we should find a woman who wants a Jackson and a James sandwich,”I suggested as I topped up our shot glasses.“It’s been a while since we tag-teamed pussy.”
Yet, as the words poured from my mouth, they left a sour taste when Kiera’s face flashed before me. She’d faked her orgasm the other night. It had been so obvious to me,evenif her attempt was well practiced.
After I’d left her house, all night I’d been thinking about it, wondering what shereallysounded like when she came, and if Alec had ever heard her cries of pleasure, or if she faked it for him every time he fucked her.
Honestly, it wouldn’t have surprised me. I’d been studying both Alec and Kiera closely over the last week through the cameras I’d asked Zayden and Brody to install inside her house, along with the text messages they exchanged.
To say their relationship was interesting would be an understatement, and if I were a betting man—which I was—I would betthatneither of them were happy in their relationship, and Alec was no doubt fucking women behind Kiera’s back.
Whatever. It was their business, and Kiera wasn’t exactly a fucking saint.
A point I proved when I snuck into her bedroom to fuck her throat. Not once did she attempt to wake Alec and cry for help. Notthathe would have woken. One of the many things I’d learned about him wasthathe was a glutton for red wine.
It had been too fucking easy to send him a bottle from a‘client’thanking him for all his hard work in a recent investment. He didn’t knowthatthe wine was laced with a slow-releasing sedativethatwas strong enough to knock out a baby elephant for a few hours. Nor did he knowthatI watched from the comfort of my car as he drank glass after glass before finally passing out.
The whole time my cock was in Kiera’s mouth, I’d known there was no chance of Alec waking, but seeing her panic,thathad been a lot of fun, and a step toward my goal of making Kiera realize the power I now held over her.
“Not interested,”James huffed, interrupting my thoughts of his sister.
“What the hell is the matter with you?”I barked, not meaning to snap, but frustratedthatKiera was invading my brain. It had taken me years to get her out of my head after she betrayed me, and now, she was sneaking back in.“You’ve been a miserable cunt from the minute we boarded the plane to come here. Don’t tell me you’re missing your wife?”
He stared at his drink for an eternity, a scowl fixed on his face, and as I watched him, waiting for his reply, I couldn’t help but wonder what Willow had done to get into my buddy’s head so quickly.
“Fine, don’t answer me. You carry on being a miserable bastard, I’m going to find me some pussy.”I snatched the bottle of tequila off the table after James had refilled his glass but not mine, and stormed off in the same direction Zayden had left not so long ago.
Fuck James. And Fuck Kiera, too.
All I needed was fresh pussy to get her out of my head.
“Nice room,”the blonde said as I closed the door to my suite and took my jacket off.
“If you like this, you should see the bedroom,”I replied, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me.
Cliche? Yes. But I didn’t give a fuck. This wasn’t going to be anything more than a cunt to lose myself in for the night, and she’d already told methatshe was a sure thing; I wasn’t going to waste time trying to charm her into bed.
