Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Leo

Kim's ass grinds into my cock and I'm raging hard in a second.

I have no idea how I'm getting us out of this car with any grace, not that I care what the guards think, but I cannot have Kim take a tumble.

I'm glad Temptation is closing temporarily. She would have been murder to keep out of the club. She's got it in her head that she needs to make money, but that's just ridiculous.

Whatever dancing she does from here on out will be for the beauty, joy, fame…whatever.

She won't need to make money. But that's going to take some adjusting, at least for Kim.

And I appreciate that. But the house, the allowance, I'm going to need her to take it. Turning over an old tape to the police has the potential to create some real problems.

There will be questions about why I haven't given it to the police sooner. As the head of the club division at Kincaid Enterprises, that's my pile of shit to own, even if Mason was the man who made the decision to not strike against the Italians two years ago when Anthony Carcetti killed a low man within the ranks of the Russian Bratva behind Temptation doors.

In the past I would have been angry at Mason for pushing the pile of shit onto me. But the truth is, Mason has made us strong. And he made the right decision then. I know it deep in my gut.

Which is why, if someone has to take the fall, I'll take it, knowing that Mason will keep Kim wrapped in a protective bubble until I'm back. I hate to leave her, but this is a move I've been preparing for. Not that I want to think about it anymore tonight.

Right now, all I want to do is bury myself deep inside her.

My tongue is in her mouth, tangling with hers and my hands are everywhere. I'm actually starting to hate the leather suit because I can feel all her curves, but I can't get my hands on her skin.

I pop open my door, not breaking the kiss and slide one foot out of the car. But I'm not going to be able to lift her out. There just isn't enough room.

She finally pulls back from the kiss and reaching up, she grabs the frame of the car, lifting herself off my lap and curling her legs so that she can swing them past me before they land on the ground as she stands outside the car.

"Coming?" she asks innocently.

"What the fuck? How did you do that?"

She shrugs. "I'm a professional dancer."

I step from the car standing next to her and I see her smile falter. "Or I was."

My hand comes to her hip, pulling our bodies tight together. "I'll get you to New York, baby, promise."

She cocks her head to the side, giving me a long look. "Do you really mean that?"

We haven't really talked about the baby, or the future, or even the past. But I'm going to make this right. "I do."

Behind me, a throat clears. I turn to the guard, a man I recognize, as he gives me a nod. "Perimeter is secured. No sign of anything or anyone."

I nod back. "Keep me posted if there is any trouble."

He is doing an excellent job of not looking at Kim, but I see his gaze dart over to her, his chin drawing back as his chest puffs out.

His eyes slide down her and I make a note to inform Mason that he's going to have to hire different security if I'm not around. This guy has taken note. We're going to have to hire uglier guards if I'm not here.

Hand on her hip in a possessive hold, I walk Kim inside.

There is no furniture in most of the rooms, but I've been in the house one other time, so I lead her up the stairs and into the master.

The room is huge, the bed massive and, in the closet are my clothes and shoes. "Roman did all this?"

"He's like Mason, organized, methodical, deliberate. They can both move mountains when they want. And the fuckers do it with efficiency."

She looks back at me, a small smile on her face. "And you don't?"

I live in the grey more than either of my other brothers. Which is why everyone will believe that I was the one who held those tapes back.

And I'll be the one who actually gets the revenge my family is seeking because…I'm willing to do the things Mason and Roman are not.

It suddenly occurs to me that I don't have their planning abilities, but my instincts have led me to exactly where we need to be to get what we want.

Is that what Kim is saying with that smile?

She's still in her dancing costume and I move to her side, pulling her up against my body. "What do you say we get you out of that and into a shower?"

"You think this one has one of those sprayers?" she asks with a giggle.

Grabbing her by the ass, I pull her tight into my hips, my cock pressing into her soft belly. "We're about to find out."

And then I wrap my other hand around her, lifting her to carry her into the bathroom.

Not that I need to hold her at all. Her legs wrap around me and the strength of them could hold her up without my support at all.

But there is also no way I'm taking my hands from her ass. In fact, I use my grip to grind our pelvises together, pulling a low needy moan from her throat.

I swallow that down, even as I use one of my hands to tug at the hidden zipper in the back of the leather suit.

Today, I might rip this thing to shreds to get it off her.

The zipper sticks halfway down and so I give it hard yank, hearing it pull away from the leather as the stitching gives.

She pulls back, her brows lifting. "Is that coming out of my pay?"

I kiss her again, my tongue thrusting into her mouth as I step into the bathroom. I already know I'm going to fuck her hard against the shower wall and my balls are tingling with the need to be inside her.

"I'll buy you ten of these if you let me rip them off you."

"Are you going to make a belly cut out?" she asks but I see the wince.

What the fuck does that mean? "Belly cut out?"

"What if…" She looks away then. "What if I'm horrid-looking when I'm really pregnant? What if I never recover? What if…"

"Hey," I let her hold herself with her legs that are still wrapped around my waist. "If you think you're going to get out of being jackhammered because of a little baby jiggle, you are sorely mistaken."

She laughs. "Jackhammered? Sore might be the operative word there."

My kiss is slower and softer as I hold her face between my hands. "My point is that I'm not going anywhere."

She shakes her head. "You really mean that? You're going to stick with me?"

"I'm sticking."

She kisses me again, and it's like she's trying to suck the cum from my balls up my throat. I don't mind. In fact, I fucking love it.

I know that Kim is worried that I'll split. But at some point, she may regret being so deep in with me.

That's too bad, because I'm not letting her go ever.

I finally set her down, yanking the suit off her until she's in nothing but her thong. I get in the shower and turn it on, not caring that I'm still dressed.

The spray hits me even as I yank my clothes off, tossing them out of the shower, and then I tug her in.

She's still wearing the underwear, but I actually think it's going to feel even better as I take down the removable head and set it to full blast.

And then I settle her back to my chest, sliding a knee between her legs to spread her open.

Her leg wraps around mine.

Kim is so athletic, it makes sex extra fucking fantastic and I take full advantage, wrapping one of her arms around my head to open her body even wider.

Sliding my hand down her front, I stop to tweak one of her nipples as I point the shower head right at her clit.

She jolts against me, her head tossing back. "Oh God, Leo!" she says in a keening cry.

I nip at her neck, tweaking her nipple harder.

It takes all of ten seconds for the first orgasm to rocket through her, which is fine by me. I'm not fucking around tonight.

I need to be inside her, which is why I spin her around and yank down her thong, tossing it to the corner of the shower. Then, I lift her up again. Her legs naturally circle my waist as I take two handfuls of her fantastic fucking ass and then I slam into her already drenched pussy.

"You're so wet for me baby," I grunt as I lift her up and pump into her again.

Normally, I'd expect a bit of snark from her sassy mouth but instead, she arches, tossing her head back and pulling my cock deeper into her body.

I'm almost feral as I pump into her. Something has shifted.

This is my woman. Now. Later.

I think I might be in love.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to process that as I slow the pace a bit.

She's arched in a way that exposes the smooth, long column of her neck, her tits bouncing with my every thrust.

I'm in love with Kim. And I will do anything, and I mean anything, to protect our baby. Toni Carcetti, he's going down. Jail? Murder? I don't fucking care.

I dig my fingers deeper into her ass, wanting more of her of her body touching mine. More of my cock inside her.

She's making these keening cries and whimpers, her pussy like a vice around my cock.

I know she's getting close, and I ease back to tease her, and to enjoy the moment.

Her chin snaps forward, her eyes meeting mine with an accusation that might make a lesser man wither.

"You want to come, baby?"

"Yes," she moans, her body arching again, the invitation completely clear. "Make me cum, Leo."

"I'm gonna make you cum, baby, don't you worry. You're going to cum so hard, I'm going to get you pregnant twice."

Her mouth drops open as she stares at me. But I don't give her a chance to argue because I ratchet up the pace again, pistoning in and out of her while her legs clamp around my waist like a vise.

"Please, Leo," she sobs, clenching and unclenching her thighs to pull me deeper in and release me further out. "God. Yes. Fuck. Yes."

She's so tight around me now, her grip is almost painful, which only makes it better as I swell, my balls so tight, they are about to explode.

Finally, she breaks, her scream echoing off the bathroom walls. It's the final straw for me, and a second later, I'm pumping her full of cum. "Kim," I roar in her ear. "Baby. Take it all."

She's still mewling in my ear, little sounds that are maybe supposed to be words, I'm not sure.

I take one hand off her ass and brace it against the wall because I swear, that wrung out every molecule of energy I have.

I've never had an orgasm like that. I swear, I could get knocked over with a feather right this second.

"We fuck great in a bed," I say, my head falling forward into her neck. "But, my God, woman, we fuck amazing outside it."

She gives a little gasping laugh, like she's still struggling for air and some satisfied part of me loves that I've managed to render her speechless.

Finally, she lifts her head to meet my gaze. "Let's go to bed," she says, her muscles softening against my body.

"Tired, baby?" I kiss along her collarbone, gaining enough strength to stand up so that I can turn off the shower and carry us both back out to the bedroom.

"Yeah," she says with a sigh. "I feel like I could sleep for a week."

"Mason's coming for late breakfast tomorrow, but you'll be able to sleep as late as you want, all right?"

"All right," she sighs as I lay her down in the massive bed and slide in behind her.

Pulling her back tight into my chest, I wrap her in my arms, my knee settling between her thighs.

"Leo?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I'm glad you're going to be part of the baby's life."

"Me too," I say as I slide a hand down to her stomach and spread out my fingers. "I'm the only Kincaid who has reproduced. I think this officially means I'm more potent than either of my brothers."

She snorts then. "Or worse at using birth control."

There's my snarky girl. I nuzzle into her neck. "I might make a shit father. Mine sucked."

"Mine too," she answers. "I think showing up is the first bar to be being decent, though."

"I think decent is a realistic goal." I'm not sure I'll meet it, though. I do know one thing. No one will hurt Kim or my child. I'll see to that.