Buyer’s Market(164)

“I never said I was going to do it!” I hiss at him and push him against the wall in again. “I don’t know if I can convince her.”

Spider only shrugs. “Not my problem, broheim,” he says casually. “By the way, you’re taking me too in whatever little adventure you and Grinder are going on. Let’s call that my price for getting you the people you need to finish your plan.”

No way am I risking Kerri’s life over this. Not when she’s been amazing to me. Not when I’m falling in…

“I’m not going to fucking do it,” I say to him strongly. “You can go back and tell Grinder that you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.”

I let go of Spider and his feet fall to the floor as I turn away. I’m not getting involved in this. Not now. Not after what I’ve built with her.

But Spider isn’t done either.

“Grinder thought you might end up saying that, bro,” Spider says to my turned back. “So, he told me that it’s in your best interests if you follow through on your end of the bargain.”

A bargain I never struck. I’m not bailing Spider out of this one. He can just go fuck himself for placing Kerri in danger like this.

I take one step toward my bunk but apparently Spider isn’t done. “Or else, they’ll make your life Hell, but they’ll make sure to do it by ending hers, amigo.”

The words send a jolt of electricity through my body and I freeze.

He can’t be serious.

I’ll fucking kill him. Right now.

I turn toward Spider. He shrugs. “It’s nothing personal, Lucien,” he says to me in an air of not controlling events. “Just strictly business is all it is.”

I pause for a moment.

Wealthiest man in D-Block?

Try the most unlucky guy ever fucking born.





Kerri





He waltzes into the room with his head held high, his piercing eyes immediately finding mine. My heart is drumming inside my chest, beating furiously against my ribcage. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him, it never changes.

“Take his handcuffs off,” I tell the guard that accompanies him. Sternly, the rotund guard does what I tell him, fitting his key inside the lock and turning it. Lucien flexes his arms immediately, and I can’t help but swallow hard as I see his hard muscles pushing against the fabric of his shirt. “You can leave, I’ll take it from here,” I continue, turning my attention to the guard. He does as I tell him, not uttering a single word; he just shrugs and, turning on his heels, walks out the door, closing it behind him.

I sign my name on the spreadsheet I hold in my hands, marking an X next to Lucien's name. This is supposed to be a simple check up, but we both know that all that we’ll be doing during the time we have has nothing to do with me being a pat of the medical staff. Unless anatomical studies count for something, that is.

The moment the door closes, Lucien crosses the room toward me, his lips curling upward into a smile. His hands go to my waist and he pulls me in, pressing his lips against mine. My eyelids drooping, I surrender to his kiss, parting my lips and allowing his tongue to slide inside my mouth. Our tongues wrestle against one another, and I let the spreadsheet fall from my fingers, my hands eager to feel something other than paper.

“Missed me?” He asks me with a smile, pulling back from my lips. I purse my lips, my hands on his waist.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I manage to tell him, the words sounding meaningless to me. Yes, we shouldn’t, but now’s already too late for regret… If I had any, that is.

“You said that the last time too,” he grins, his body pressed tight against mine. I can already feel his hard cock tenting his pants and pushing against my leg. My God, I can barely wait to get out of my pants and have him inside of me. I think of a response, but there’s none. All there is inside of me is an insatiable craving, one that threatens to consume me every single minute of the day.

After our first time together, there hasn’t been a single night that I haven’t dreamt of him… And I have done more than that. Under the safe refuge of my sheets, I let my imagination run wild, images of his naked body flashing behind my eyelids as I let one hand wander down my body. Every single night, I come thinking of him. And then, when I fall asleep exhausted, he haunts my dreams, his hard eyes always finding mine through the fog of sleep.

I lean into him, my lips parting and fitting against his. We kiss in abandonment, the real world just a detail. Tracing the outline of his pants, I let my fingers go around his waist, and then I slide them under the fabric of his boxer briefs, the warm skin of his buttocks against the palm of my hands.