“Oh honey, you know it’s me doing the fucking,” she quips back.
“Did you have to duck out from under me just as I was about to cum? I thought you loved it when we fill you up?” he questions, stepping forward, boxing her between me and him.
“But the look on your face when you just started spurting like a fountain was hilarious. And you're making a big deal out of nothing, most of your cum got on my tits anyways.” She shrugs, then turns to Sam. “Next time maybe you can clean it up,” she winks, before leaning over and placing a kiss on Sam’s cheek. “With Harlow of course. Maybe try staying with them when they get their freak on. Touch yourself while you watch.” She gives him a grin that makes his face flaming red.
“Queenie,” Axel growls.
“Sorry,” she sighs. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she tells Sam.
“It’s fine.” Sam says, smiling at Queenie. “I’ve missed you.”
Queenie gives him a beaming smile. “I’ve missed you too,” she agrees, holding out her arms. Sam steps forward, wrapping his arms around her. She looks so tiny compared to his almost six foot frame.
When they pull back, Queenie looks at Sam’s chest. “Oops,” she giggles. “Guess I didn’t get it all. My bad.”
Sam looks down to see a wet mark on his shirt and bites his lip. “Is that....”
“Axel’s cum on your shirt? Yup,” she giggles.
Sam’s eyes snap up to Axel’s, and they have this intense stare down before Sam excuses himself. But I don’t miss him trying to adjust his pants as he leaves the room.
“Good luck with this one,” Axel says to me, shaking his head.
“Oh, don’t listen to him. We’re gonna have fun tonight,” Queenie says, smiling up at me with a look that spells trouble.
“We are, are we? And what exactly will we be doing?” I chuckle.
“Time to get dumb-fuck-number-two,” she says. “I’m surprised they’re still here. Word is Jose is with the cops, locked up tight, but I’m not sure if they believe it or not. I know they won’t leave without him without a fight. Tonight, Angel is next up on the chopping block.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as it was with Jose,” I tell her. “They probably are on guard now more than ever.”
“Nah. They are stupid as fuck! Beast and I have been stealing their men right out from under their noses, one by one. Plus Evie got someone from the hotel to put a tracker on Angel's car the last time he was in. We turned it on this morning, and it seems to be dead. But he always goes to the motel on Wednesday nights. It’s the least busy then, so he’s able to attract less attention as he does his fucked up shit with whichever woman he has with him,” she growls, a look of pure murder taking over her face.
“So what are we gonna do?” I ask, kind of excited to have a little adventure with Queenie. Even if that adventure is kidnapping a man and holding him in the basement of her club.
“We’ll have a stakeout. Follow him until we get an opening. I’m hoping we get him before he gets to the hotel. He usually stops in at this little taco stand by the pier beforehand. That’s where we’ll get him.”
“Okay,” I chuckle. “I have no idea what you’ve got cooked up in that sexy brain of yours, but I’m here for it. Just tell me where you want me and what to do.”
“Careful, Cassy boy. Being all obedient gets my cock hard,” she purrs, running a ruby red nail down my chest, making me wish we had time to get up to something else.
“You don’t have a cock,” I say, raising a brow with a smirk.
“I do, and it’s bigger than yours. Sorry,” she wiggles her brows making me chuckle. “Alright, let’s go gear up and get this show on the road,” she says, moving to my side and smacking my ass pretty hard. “Giddy up, boy.”
“Crazy woman,” I say, shaking my head.
“IGOTTA PEE,” I WHISPERas we sit in my car that's parked a few blocks down the street in front of the taco stand that Angel is supposed to be hitting up soon before going to the motel.Who the hell eats tacos before having sex?I guess in his case it’s more like rape. The idea of that fills me with rage and makes me glad that we’re taking this monster now and saving whatever girl he was about to make his victim for tonight.
“Pee in the cup,” Queenie says back, handing me a Starbucks cup from the cup holder. I look down at it in horror, then over to the woman who owns half my heart.What have I gotten myself into?
She’s got a pair of night vision binoculars, watching out the front window. Good thing they are tinted.
“Yeah, no thanks, I’ll hold it,” I mutter, putting it back.
“Suit yourself. I won’t judge you too hard if you piss yourself,” she says, her lip curling up at the side, but she doesn’t stop looking at the stand.
I shake my head, and look out in the direction she is. A few moments later, a car pulls up and Angel gets out.