NO SECRETS NO LIES (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES Book 3) (33 page)

    
"Let me taste you first." Her flavor gracing his taste buds was all
he'd been able to think about.

    
Darrell dropped to his knees, his mouth watering from anticipation. He lifted
her leg over his shoulder and cupped her ass in his hands as he brought her
closer. Jerra’s eyes fluttered closed when his tongue licked away at the thick
juices her arousal had produced. So sensitive was she, Jerra tried to move away
from his touch, but Darrell refused to let her. His stiffened tongue was greedy
just like its master and swiped its way around her walls as if reintroducing
itself to Jerra’s body. Darrell's mouth opened wide as he ate her kitty and
made it purr and hum in satisfaction.

    
Jerra shuddered seconds later as an orgasm hit her in powerful waves, but
Darrell never stopped. After licking her cream, he sucked her clit,
continuously stroking and teasing it. He lifted Jerra's other leg on his
shoulder so that she was literally sitting in the palm of his hands and
commenced to eating her like a five course meal until she exploded again.

    
Darrell gently let her feet fall back to the ground and held her up as he
unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. Jerra leaned her head against his chest as
her body continued to tremble from her release.

    
“Turn around,” he ordered.

   
Jerra slowly faced the house. She placed her hands flat on the surface and sent
a provocative look at him over her shoulder. Darrell slid his arms around her
waist and trailed a provocatively line from her stomach down to her feminine
mound. His middle finger slid through the folds of her swollen lips before
lightly circling her clit, which was puffy and engorged. She leaned her head
back against her chest as his other hand slipped underneath the front of her
dress and caressed her full breast.

    
"Hurry..." Jerra moved her soft ass against the steel pole of his
dick. The rain had begun to ease  up and was now trickling down in light
drops. Jerra bit back a scream when Darrell sucked the side of her neck,
mimicking the movement of his fingers.

    
"I love how wet you get for me. Let’s me know how much you want it."
Darrell fingered her slow and deep then withdrew them to circle her creamy
juices around her tender bud. “You do want it, don’t you Jerra?

   
"
Yesss!"
Jerra hissed.
"God, yesss…!”
Her inner
muscles clenched and unclenched spasmodically around his fingers. She slid a
hand on down and covered his as she ground herself against him.

    
“That's right, baby. Show me how you like it.” Darrell bit his lips, thinking
he'd never seen anything more arousing than the look on Jerra's face right now.
Shit.
"Come here…”

    
He turned her around and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and lifted her up
while kissing her ravenously. Without warning, he brought her down his long,
thick length. Darrell cursed out loud as her tightness surrounded and snapped
in place around him like an elastic band.

    
Jerra's teeth sank into his shoulder and bit down while her nails dug into the
skin of his wide back. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck your pussy," she whispered in
his ear.

    
With her legs wrapped around his waist, Darrell plunged deep. Jerra held on
tight, knowing she had provoked the beast and gladly took every inch he gave
her. Darrell's movements were wild, raw, and untamed. He bent his knees as he
surged inside of her continuously, circling his hips and hitting her clit with
just the right amount of friction until Jerra came undone.

    
This
time, his screams mingled with hers as he erupted. His body jerked as warm
streams of semen flowed in thick spurts like a gushing fountain. He buried his
face in the curve of Jerra's neck as he repeatedly moaned her name. Jerra ran a
hand over the back of his soft hair and caressed his nape, holding him tight as
he trembled violently. Finally, he let out a deep sigh as the spasms of
pleasure began to ease. Their lips met in a series of kisses which were slower,
calmer, and less volatile as they relaxed against one another.

    
Darrell lifted his head and looked up at the dark sky full of stars. “
Now
it decides to stop rainin'...” he laughed.

    
Jerra smiled. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way. That was…” She sighed,
unable to find the words.

     
“Mmmm. Believe me. I know.” He let her slowly slide to the ground. Jerra
adjusted her clothes while Darrell picked up his shirt and pulled it on.
“Ready?"

    
Jerra nodded. They took their time and walked back to the house with their arms
wrapped around each other and exchanging soft kisses along the way. As they
entered the kitchen, Jerra was giggling at the filthy suggestion Darrell had
just whispered in her ear, but they came to a sudden stop when they looked over
and saw their friends sitting at the counter finishing up dessert and talking.
However, the conversation was all but forgotten when four pairs of incredulous
eyes turned their way and took in their wet appearance. Jerra's dress was
soaking wet and her hair was plastered to her head. Darrell's jeans were molded
to his body while his wet, dirty shirt hung open with half of the buttons
missing.

 
   "What the fuck..." Dominick muttered.
"Where...? Wait, were you two out in the...?"

    
"Damn, we peeked out the door, but figured you were somewhere under the
covered
area talking," Marcus stated with amusement.

    
Jerra turned her face into Darrell's chest in embarrassment while he only
laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, we, uh, we were talkin'
alright. I'm surprised ya'll didn't hear Jerra's part of the conversation from in
here."

    
"Darrell!" Jerra punched him on the shoulder, but she couldn't hide
the huge grin on her face. 

    
"What, baby? Matter a fact, we still got some more 'talkin’' to do, so
we'll holla at ya'll lata." Darrell threw deuces to his boys and blew 
the women a kiss as he pulled Jerra behind him.

   
"But...Darrell…
wait!
" She managed to grab onto the doorjamb
just before he pulled her out of the kitchen long enough to yell back at them
in a frenzied rush. "Bye, Marcus! Leesh, I'll call you tomorrow! Keisha,
chica, talk to you later! Congratulations to you and Dom again! If you have any
problems with DJ, just –"

    
"Jerra!" Darrell peeled her fingers away, picked up her and carried
her out while Jerra giggled and rained kisses over his face. The other
four  were left standing in the kitchen staring at the empty doorway.

    
"Alrighty, then," Keisha remarked with a grin. "Guess that means
things are back on track."

    
"Thank goodness!" Aleesha agreed.

    
"Yeah, thought I was gonna have to commit my boy if that had lasted much
longer," Marcus laughed. He looked at Aleesha and Keisha. "You women
got sex on lock. Ya'll love to abuse the power of the 'p'. That ain't
right."

    
His statement set off an argument between the women and the men until Dom's
cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and stood. "I'll be right
back, and when I do, I better find my man in the same condition I left him
in," he joked as he walked out of the kitchen and answered the call.

    
"Wassup big brother? Finally got around to returning my call, huh?"

   
Angel leaned back in his chair and propped his feet, clad in expensive Italian
loafers, up on his desk. "For your information, I just flew back in,
smartass. I've been out of the country for the last week and just got your
message. How's Sam and Keisha?"

    
"They're good. In fact, they're great. That's kind of what I was calling
you about."

    
"Oh?" Angel took a sip of his brandy then placed the glass on a
coaster on his desk. "What's going on?"

    
"Well...looks like you're going to be an uncle again. Keisha's
pregnant."

    
"What?" A huge grin crossed Angel's face. "Congratulations,
Nick!"

    
Dominick smiled into the phone. He and his brother, Angel, had been estranged
for a long time, but within the last year, they'd slowly begun to patch up
their relationship. Although Dom had extended an invitation for Angel to visit
him and his family, he had yet to take him up on it, and Dom understood why. He
was under no illusion as to who or what his brother was. Angel was knee deep
into the life of organized crime, had been ever since Dom was a kid. He knew
Angel didn't want to bring any unwanted attention to Dominick and his family
which would put them in danger so he kept his distance.

    
Dominick hoped that one day they'd be close again. He was the only family his
brother had. All the money, women, power, and possessions wouldn’t replace
that.

    
The two of them talked for a little while longer before they ended the call
with promises to keep in touch. Dom felt Keisha's arms slide around his waist
from behind and turned to smile at her before pulling her close.

    
Keisha stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss. "Everything okay?"

   
"Everything's fine, sweetheart. I was just telling Angel the news."

    
Keisha's brow lifted in inquiry. "How is he?"

    
Dom stared over Keisha's shoulder as he gave the question some thought before
he shrugged. "He's...Angel." There was nothing else he could add
other than that.

    
Keisha’s heart ached when she saw the hint of sadness in Dom’s beautiful brown
eyes. She softly stroked the side of his face. "I know you're hoping to
build a relationship with him. Don't give up, honey. He'll come around."

    
Dom sighed. "Have I told you how much I love you Keisha Spain?"

    
Keisha squinted as if deep in thought. "No in the last thirty
minutes," she frowned.

    
Dom laughed and kissed the bridge of her nose. "My bad, baby. I love
you." His hand covered her still flat stomach and gently rubbed it.
"And I love our baby already. I can't wait."

    
Keisha's look of excitement matched his. "Neither can I. And I love you
too."

    
Angel sat in his office, thinking about the conversation he'd just had with
Dominick. The warmth of his greenish, hazel eyes reflected how happy he was that
his brother had a family whom he loved and cared about. If anyone deserved it,
Dom did.

    
"Keisha's pregnant?"

    
Angel glanced up and saw Oscar, his friend of twenty-plus years and number one man
in his organization, squinting at him as he puffed on his cigar. "Yes. As
you can imagine, Nick’s ecstatic."

    
Oscar nodded approvingly. "Good. I like Keisha. She's good for him."

    
"That she is, my friend. They're perfectly matched."

    
Instinctively knowing where Oscar would try to direct the conversation, Angel
deftly changed the subject. "I received word today that Davidson World
Corp. has decided to take us up on our offer. The meeting to sign the paperwork
has been set for next week."

    
Oscar looked at Angel knowingly, not fooled in the least by him bringing up the
deal they'd been working on for the last few months, but he didn't pursue the
issue. Angel had always been notoriously stubborn and closed-mouthed when he
didn't want to talk about something, and this was one of those times, so Oscar
followed his lead.

    
"You're aware, of course, that they’ll try to convince you to alter the
clause that guarantees you ten percent of their stock in lieu of interest on
the loan."

    
"I know, but they’re desperate. They've tapped out their resources. No one
else will lend them money, or at least not the astronomical amount they need to
pull them out of this financial bind. I’m their last option. They have no
choice but to agree to my terms."

    
Angel swallowed the last of his brandy and thought about the plan he was about
to put into action. "They may not want to strike up a deal with the devil,
but strike it they will, and once they do? It'll be the beginning of the end
for Bradley Davidson."