Did she realize that she’d said we? The word held major weight in a relationship, and it appeared she didn’t even realize she had used it, which added more kick to the power of it.
“He couldn’t tell us the origin of the accent, only that he was sure the man wasn’t from the U.S., and it wasn’t a Hispanic accent. Tywin and his crew are scanning the crew’s electronic devices to see if they can figure out who they are associated with, or at least who hired them.”
She scratched her head, processing the information I was revealing.
“The accent rules out the Saints, but it opens the doorway to all types of others. Someone powerful enough to hire a group of gunmen, and if they know anything about you, they had to have known that you would destroy them. Tash said she overheard the Haitians mention Corvel. Why would the cartel set me up?”
Her compliment about me destroying the enemy made my smile spread wide. Again, she appeared unaware of it.
“Something smells fishy. I think someone is attempting to send us into war against the cartel. A fight with the Black Saints means a fight against the syndicate. We can’t react to any group unless we have solid evidence of their involvement,” I stressed, hoping she understood the impact of a war if the syndicate got involved. They would not hesitate to destroy the Black Saints, or the entire Vallin bloodline, if it brought too much chaos to the organization.
“If this isn’t a set-up attempt, there will be blood. A lot of it. If I understand what you told me of how the syndicate works, that blood could very well be all of us.”
Her fingers tapped lightly against her lips, her gaze aimed straight ahead, and her mind undoubtedly locked on unleashing chaos.
“Massive amounts,” I agreed with her, proud that she understood things a lot better than I assumed. Due to her insane work schedule, we had only had two meetings where I was able to brief her on life in the syndicate. However, I was beginning to see that Mecca was like a sponge when it came to soaking up knowledge.
Without looking into her eyes, hers stiff posture suggested that she was still thinking of how she was about to destroy someone’s world. We were cut from the same cloth as neither of us made an attempt to deter the weapons of mass destruction forming in our heads.
“Tell me about this secret crew you have,” I blurted.
She laughed. “I don’t have a secret crew. I call them my guardian angels, and I only call on them when I know I might need a little extra backup. I couldn’t risk my guys’ lives recklessly, without having a backup plan in play.”
“What about the rest? My men informed that there were at least five unknowns surrounding that neighborhood with high-powered rifles, covered in black from head to toe, but based on their statures, they believed all were women.”
She appeared to have a difficult time keeping her lips from turning up into a smile.
“Like I said before, I couldn’t risk my guys’ lives, or carelessly risk mine. While Raymond was gambling and being careless, I was creating insurance policies.”
“Is that your way of telling me that you don’t need me?”
“No.” Her soft lips brushed across my neck.
“That’s not what I’m saying at all.”
“Stop distracting me, wife. What other secrets are you not telling me about? Are you the assassin that your men kept whispering about when I met them?”
She laughed even harder, her chuckle causing me to grin. Her body pressing into mine had my temperature rising, and my breaths rushing.
“If I was an assassin…” She nipped my lobe, the action sending a flurry of tingles shooting through me. “Don’t you think I would have gone about the situation today in a whole different way?”
She had a point, and her tongue on my neck had my dick up and doing stretching exercises. I was starting to forget all about the possibility of a war with a cartel if they were behind Mecca’s set up. Her soft moan and curious hands drew my mind further away from today’s events. We were done talking, for now.
Soft lips brushed mine a few times before she deepened the kiss and drew me deep into her hypnotic world. Sexy legs were eased across mine, before exploring fingertips danced across my chest. Our kiss never broke, but instead drew a pulse of erotic rhythms that started at my mouth and strummed along the rest of me as she stroked my tongue with delicate sweeps of hers.
Her skin was like flowing hot butter, tinted with a delicious dark flavoring, a secret ingredient that lured me into a seductive hold every time.
I was used to going at it hard and demanding, but Mecca had a way of making me take my time and enjoy what I would usually sprint through, rushing to reach the climax of the moment so I could move on to the next. With her, the sex was set at a climactic pace and never truly stopped until our worlds exploded.
When that sexy brown leg of hers started creeping across my legs, my anxious hand explored, noticing for the first time that she wasn’t wearing any pajama bottoms.
My hands slid over her plump ass cheeks and the flimsy little underwear she wore as she straddled me. I hadn’t been expecting anything to happen between us after the day we’d had, but I was enjoying the way she was handling tonight.
She eased back, glancing down, but I rose higher, wanting more of those good kisses. Our lips met instantly, and my exploring hands fed my mind the feast of her body, so lush, warm, and inviting.
I thumbed her puckered nipples, eager to play as the suppleness quieted a little of the ache pulsing through me. Kissing, squeezing, and caressing, I lured her in and pressed her into the mound of hardness she had created.
“I love the way you ask,” I whispered against her lips.