Dreamer Page 11

  My eyes fall shut and I hold her tighter, breathing her in as I kiss the top of her head. “I fucking vow to pull you through this just so I can watch you standing in this kitchen, barefoot with a swollen belly filled with our child.”

  She pulls back to lock our gaze, laughter dancing in her eyes when she says, “Is that your way of telling me you love me?”

  “That’s a solid promise I’ll fuck you hard every day from here on out to keep you as mine for as long as we both shall live.”

  A blinding smile spreads her face. “So it’s a proposal then?”

  “Woman,” I growl. “It’s fucking everything and more.”

  “Good, because I won’t settle for anything less,” she says and kisses me hard.

  I start to pull at her jeans but suddenly remember we’re in my kitchen and it’s filled with people. Tearing my mouth away from hers I now notice the kitchen is completely empty and the door is shut. They’re probably giving us our space before things go down, and though I refuse to see this as a farewell fuck in case things go to shit, I sure as hell need to feel her wrapped around me.

  Reaching between us I easily open her jeans and pull them down along with her panties. Turning her in my arms I pull her back to my front and slide my hand down her belly until I’m reaching between her legs.

  A slick and soft pussy awaits my greedy fingers as I slide through and find my way back to her bundle of nerves. I drag the tip of my finger in circles around her clit, never pressing down, to tease her so the air fills with her whimpers.

  It’s a delightful sound that makes my cock strain against the zipper. Hell, I might be torturing myself just as much. I press down at the same time I nip her neck, making her head fall back on my shoulder as she screams through her orgasm.

  “That’s it, come all over my hand,” I growl and let my thumb play with her clit while I pump two fingers in and out of her tight heat.

  Her nails dig into my arm to keep me in place and with my other arm I’m reaching for my zipper.

  “Hands on the counter, Coral. And throw that ass back at me because I’m going to take that pink pussy from behind.” The words come out as a raw demand, but I can’t help the desperate need to feel her wrapped around me.

  The closeness of thrusting inside her binds our bodies in an intimate way. Something deep and exquisite. I’ve never felt anything like it, no matter how many years I’ve spent roaming this fucked-up world.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I hiss through my teeth as I slide slowly deep inside her tight as hell pussy.

  I grip her hips to keep her in place while I pull out and ram back inside. Hard. She gasps but moans while shoving her ass back at me. Yes. My woman enjoys being fucked and gives back just as fierce.

  The only complaint about hard and fast is the fact the build-up is too fucking short. The rush of thrusts creates the kind of friction within her tight pussy which instantly triggers my balls to surrender. Exactly what they want to do right now. I feel the familiar tingle creeping up my spine.

  “Stroke your clit, Coral. I need to feel you orgasm around my cock while I shoot my cum deep inside you and I’m barely hanging on to do it myself,” I grit.

  I feel the moment she touches herself. Sweet tightness clenching around my dick before it turns into a rapid spasm and my name flows through the air along with it. I let myself surrender to the same bliss my woman is riding when the cum rips from my cock and bursts out in hot jets deep inside her. I groan her name and grip her hips to ground myself as I clench my ass to bury myself even deeper.

  This. This is what life is all about. Shooting, and damn well living, among the stars created by two people who are bound together through connected bodies. Not just sex. It’s the completion of sharing; life, love, and the future at your fingertips.

  I take one more second to brand this moment into my brain before I let myself slide out of her. I keep my hand on her lower back.

  “Stay,” I whisper, and shamelessly watch my seed leaking from her thoroughly fucked pussy.

  Reaching out I let my fingers slide through it and back inside her pussy.

  “Now that’s a pretty sight,” I murmur.

  She moans and starts to ride my fingers while I slowly pump them in and out of her. Her tight ring is staring at me. Taunting. Slick with our mixed juices, I tease her clit instead of sliding my fingers into her pussy. I can’t hold back and let my thumb breach her tight ring.

  A stifled scream rips from her but shifts into a moan when I balance two hands and three tasks. Fingers strumming her clit, others pumping in her pussy while my thumb disappears in and out of her ass.

  Fuck. I’m hard as a rock with the sight before me and when she starts to fuck my thumb it’s all over. I rip away one hand while I keep thumb-fucking her ass to grip my cock and feed it into her greedy pussy. A few thrusts and the both of us skyrocket into pleasure. Motherfucking bliss is what life with this woman is all about.

  “That.” She takes a sharp inhale. “Was.” Another inhale and exhale. “Magnificent.”

  Laughter rips from me and I guide her head back to give her an openmouthed kiss while her back is still plastered against my front. My dick slips from her slick pussy and it makes the both of us groan.

  I reluctantly step back and take pleasure in sliding her panties back on along with her jeans, knowing it will be covered with my cum.

  “Now I need to take a shower,” Coral mutters. “And a change of clothes.”

  “Not happening. We need to leave.” I glance at the clock and give her a smirk.

  She narrows her eyes. “You have got to be kidding me.”

  “Nope,” I tell her and tuck my cock back into my jeans before zipping up.

  I wash my hands and shoot her a wink. “My cock is still coated with our mixed juices and your pussy is too. We’ll shower together when we’ve handled this shit that’s in our path before we dirty each other up some more. How does that sound?”

  Her face fills with understanding. It’s fucked-up and carnal, but I need her smell on me and for sure as shit she needs to be marked by me in every damn way, especially now. Hanging in the balance of life with a risk of losing the will to live, because I can’t think of a world where she’s not in it.

  She steps closer and lifts herself on her toes to feather a kiss against my lips. “You better make the sex after the shower worth it. But if you do that thing that you did when you, you know. Then I’m all for it.”

  “You mean my thumb fucking your tight little hole while I fuck your sweet pussy?” I smirk and watch how she becomes more stunning the way she blushes scarlet.

  I let my knuckles trail over her heated skin. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

  “Compliments are what made us screw our brains out a moment ago.” She gives me a sad smile. “Now it’s time to handle loose ends before we clear a path for hot showers and all the time in the world to enjoy each other.”

  I swallow hard, knowing very well this could be one of our last careless moments together. “All the time in the world to enjoy each other sounds mighty fine to me.”

  “Let’s go then,” she says as she laces our fingers together. “The sooner we handle this, the sooner I get to have you again.”

  “Pretty sure that’s my line, babe,” I chuckle while she shoots me a grin over her shoulder.

  All of my brothers are in the living room and waiting to hit the road. We’ve talked things through but for the most part my focus will be on Coral who is going to be standing in the middle of an empty warehouse.

  It’s one of the many Bruno owns since the fucker has property scattered all over the country. We’ve been preparing for this moment. There are a few places within the warehouse where a few of my brothers will be hiding.

  The warehouse itself will be surrounded and there are several cars, along with a helicopter, standing by to give assistance in case Nario shows up but hightails out of there before he enters the warehouse. Because if that fucker enters the warehouse, he will never w
alk out; he will be carried out in a body bag. I’ll make damn sure.

  We’re divided into a few groups. Some are in SUVs and others are getting on their bikes. We all know what needs to be done and we’ve talked through different scenarios. I’m just hoping everything goes as planned, but life always has a way of kicking you in the balls when you least expect it. I’m just hoping we all live to tell about it.

  “Remember,” I tell Coral as we step out of the SUV the US marshal, Eisley, was driving. “Shower when we get back.”

  “How could I forget,” she fake grumbles. “You’re leaking out of me as we speak.”

  A smile spreads my face. This was my intention when I said no shower before we’ve handled this. I need her mind focused on other stuff, not on the worry at hand. Though it wouldn’t last long, it’s inevitable.

  Eisley drove the SUV around the back and straight into the building. We’re three hours early but we need to get everything and everyone into place. There’s a roller shutter door that needs to be wide open to reveal Coral in the middle of the warehouse. A sitting duck. That’s what she needs to be; bait. Just so we can be sure Nario is actually here and we can take him down.

  Eisley touches her earpiece and her eyes lock on mine. She releases a string of curses and steps closer. “A limo is heading this way. That better be Bruno, dammit. I need for her to stay put and for you to disappear.”

  Everyone jumps into action. I cup Coral’s face between my hands and give her a quick hard kiss and connect our foreheads. “Let’s do this.”

  “I love you,” she croaks.

  “This is not a goodbye where we need to exchange those three words to make them our last ones. We’re getting married, live a long life, and fuck uncontrollably for many years to come.”

  “That does sound better than the three words I just gave you.” She smiles through her words.

  “Good. Because I fucking love the hell out of you, woman. Every fucking breath filling my body serves to make that shit possible.”

  Her hand fists my leather cut to pull me close. “Such a romantic.”

  “Ain’t seen nothing yet,” I murmur and slide the clip of a tiny holster—which contains a handgun—onto the back of her jeans.

  She also has a knife hidden underneath her sleeve. I don’t want her helpless, even if she’s surrounded with men who are all carrying.

  “Shower,” she croaks.

  “Soon,” I promise and walk backwards, out of sight, when the limo arrives.

  Bruno steps out right before Eisley signals that another vehicle is heading this way.

  “That fucker better have what he promised me,” Bruno growls, his guard is standing right next to him.

  I’m beside the roller shutter door—out of sight—palming my gun. I will make sure Coral won’t leave my vision and I trust my brothers and everyone else guarding the outside to have my back with shit I won’t see coming. I have a receiver in my ear Eisley gave me so I can hear the orders and discussions like her.

  Eisley doesn’t look at Bruno but she clearly surprises him by the slight widening of his eyes when she says, “You don’t need to see the proof with your own eyes, Bruno. You know damn well who murdered your wife. Who actually wanted to poison you instead of her and who paid your mistress to assassinate you. Why would you need it in black and white?”

  Bruno’s jaw ticks. “None of your fucking business, MacRelly. Or are you itching to solve the war I’ll start if I don’t have the evidence I need to justify his murder?”

  “I’m always ready to solve a war, Bruno.” She wants to add something but she quickly steps to the side. “Showtime. And remember, Nario only has two guys left and we need to take down all three of them.”

  The information Eisley had contained a network of headshots to show who Nario’s trusted men were. We did in fact take out almost all his men and that’s the reason why he’s desperate for more resources and manpower, and reached out to anyone who would supply him anything. I had no idea Bruno wanted information, but Nario knew. It’s also why hopefully Nario isn’t suspecting to be set up.

  A confrontation with this asshole—or his men for that matter—twice led to fucked-up shit. I’m not expecting this to go smooth but I’m keeping my fingers crossed. Probably a stupid thing to do since Eisley warned Nario is the one who’s the explosive expert and doesn’t back down for anything to get what he wants.

  My gaze collides with Coral. So much love and devotion. Fuck. I hope we survive this shit because life started the day I met her. She glances dead ahead. Eyes filling with fear. This is it. Future, past, to live, to die, or life to become nonexistent; moment of truth and confrontation.

  C H A P T E R T W E L V E

  – CORAL –

  Deep breaths, deep breaths, I chant inside my head. Because really, one of those could be the last time I get to fill my lungs with. Life truly, truly sucks sometimes. Especially when you’re connected with someone who grounds you and makes life worth living.

  Survive. Live. No regrets. My eyes slide to Dreamer and I let everything around me fall away. I love this man. I’m so proud of him and if this truly is the end of the line, I’m thankful to be loved by someone so fierce, so strong, so filled with life he’s become my strength in every way.

  The sound of a car door slamming catches my attention and makes my gaze slide from Dreamer to the visual in front of me. A tremor of fear flashes up my spine. I hate this man. I’ve only seen him once when I was held captive in Mrs. Long’s house and he didn’t touch me with one finger and yet this man, along with Tito is the cause of all of it.

  And then I recognize the man behind the wheel of the limo. It’s the cop who pulled me over. It wasn’t a cop, he was dressed as one like how he’s not a mere limo driver now. He shoots me a vile grin, making me itch to grab the gun Dreamer attached to the back of my jeans.

  “Bruno,” Nario says.

  Nario slowly opens one side of his jacket to show some weird underlying . . . oh, shit, is that a bomb vest?

  “I hope you don’t mind the safety measures I needed to take. And if it’s not clear, this gives enough radius to take you two with me.”

  Bruno—who is standing next to me—seems unphased. “Get to the point where you hand me what I want so you can blow shit up somewhere else.”

  Nario holds up an envelope and throws it in Bruno’s direction but it lands in front of my feet.

  “Pick it up,” Bruno snaps.

  I squat down and snatch it off the ground, holding it out for Bruno to take but he takes a few steps away from me instead.

  “Open it up so it won’t blow up in my face.” He shoots me a smirk.

  “You’re such an asshole,” I grumble, making his eyes narrow.

  I rip the envelope open and pull out a few photographs. There’s a different woman in each photograph but with the same man. I have no clue who the man is but I tilt the photographs and Bruno’s upper lip twists with disgust. Across from me, out of sight and plastered against the wall, I even notice Eisley slowly shake her head as if she knows exactly what these pictures mean.

  Bruno snatches the pictures away from me and tucks them into his side pocket.

  “Well,” Bruno quips and places his hand on my lower back. “I guess it’s time for the final part of the exchange to take place, don’t you think?”

  “Where’s the manpower you promised me? The proof I just handed you is worth more than this cunt who has my brother’s death on her hands.” Nario shifts and holds out his hand, showing some tiny device he’s gripping and lets his thumb hover over a button. “Or I might as well end it here if I only have the two men and nowhere to go. You said you’d have the million in foreign exchange, along with a helicopter standing by since mine was ruined by those assholes this cunt went to for help. How’d you manage to get those bikers to hand her over anyway?”

  “There isn’t anything I can’t do,” Bruno simply states.

  Nario snickers and moves his thumb away from the button, lett
ing his arm slide down. “I knew I could count on you. Now, show me the rest of what you owe me.”

  “I don’t owe you fucking shit,” Bruno growls low. “I don’t owe anyone shit, people owe me.”

  Okay, then. Touchy subject for sure for Bruno to almost snap off Nario’s head with a mere few words.

  “But I’ll show you manpower all right.” Bruno gives him an ominous smile before he points a finger into the air and swirls it around.

  Instantly there’s a single shot fired, making Nario’s hand shoot back, disconnecting the device he’s holding while it’s still attached to him through a wire. Another sound and a tiny red hole appears in his forehead at the same time his head falls back, his body crumbling to the ground right after.

  The limo’s tires screech as it hightails out of here. Eisley is firing her gun while barking out orders. Bruno is nowhere to be seen. Dreamer is running toward me when I see Nario’s guy crawl to his boss, taking bullets that are making his body jerk.

  It’s over, right? The helicopter Eisley mentioned and all the other men surrounding this place will capture the asshole who drove off in the limo. They have to. Dreamer almost reaches me when I see Nario’s guy’s hand move to the tiny device Nario was holding.

  “Nooooo,” I manage but the air is ripped from my lungs when the blast hits, throwing me back at the same time Dreamer’s arms engulf me right before I hit the ground hard and everything turns black.

  Staying in the dark might have been the better deal, since the oblivious state doesn’t contain panic, fear, pain, and utter devastation roaring through my head. I can barely open my eyes and can’t help the moan of pain flowing over my dry lips.

  My ears are ringing and when I’ve finally found the strength to open my eyes it’s a blurry mess. I’m disorientated and I keep blinking but I have no clue where I am until someone in white strolls into the room.