Thin Ice 5 - Checkmate (5 page)

“
He loves her,” he threw out, wanting to see Kim’s reaction.

She scoffed and retorted she didn’t understand why.
Would you leave me to get with him if you got the chance,
Mook wondered as he continued to watch her wordlessly.

Kim finally turned her attention back to him and what was about to happen. “But don’t try and move off the subject Mook,” she told him. “I still wanna know just what the hell you and Top and the rest of them are up too.”

Mook again sighed deeply. “You’re not going to know, so let the shit rest,” he replied slightly edgy.

His mind was doing a number on his insecurities concerning Tariq right now. The visions of Kim and his boss making love to each other that flashed vividly in his imaginations eye weren’t helping either.

“
What if something happens to you,” she asked, slightly subdued he was being so stubborn.

“
You know where everything is,” he replied. “You and KiSean will be straight.”

Kim was furious with his nonchalance. “You think that’s the only damned reason I’m concerned about you,” she yelled once again.

Mook shrugged slightly, pissing her off more.

“
What the fuck, Mook,” she asked, perplexed by his demeanor.

“
Kim, I’m not going to tell you what’s up, I’m of course gonna be careful, but if shit goes wrong, you and KiSean are straight,” he told her again with that eerie calm.

Kim’s fury mingled with fear pushed her to the limit and she began to cry.

“
Damn, you don’t even care,” she sobbed. “How fucked up is that,” she mumbled through her tears.

Mook felt like a dog. He was trying to protect himself from an assumed hurt, when all the while he was hurting Kim for no reason.

“
Baby, stop crying,” he told her gently, taking her into his arms and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Mook continued as Kim began to sniffle slightly.

Glancing up her eyes met his.

“
I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” Kim told him quietly as Mook kissed her lips.

“
I’m going to be fine, baby,” he replied kissing her again as his hands began undoing the buttons on her shirt.

Mook had her undressed in the next three minutes, her nipple in his mouth.

“
Mmm, Mook,” Kim moaned softly.

He continued his meticulous arousal, slowly and sensuously kissing and licking every part of her breasts, her stomach, now working on her inner thighs.

“
Aaah,” Kim sighed softly feeling her man’s tongue as he finally found her clit and connected.

Mook nibbled the swollen bud, whirling the stud on his tongue teasingly over it in intervals.

“
Oh shit,” Kim moaned, coming hard from his effort.

Mook smiled to himself, burying his face in her softness, tongue delving deeply inside her.

Kim loved the way he tasted her. She loved everything Mook did to her and losing him scared the hell out of her. She didn’t care what he said, someway, somehow, she had to find out just what exactly was going on. The thoughts in her mind were immediately chased away when Mook returned to her lips and she felt his swollen hardness slide deep inside her.

“
Yeah baby, mmm,” Kim moaned as Mook thrust into her, seeking, and finding her G-spot.

He rode her hard and fast as Kim flowed freely and writhed in ecstasy reaching yet another orgasm. She began gripping him tightly with each thrust knowing it drove Mook wild.

“
Miss Kim, mm, shit,” he murmured his pace increasing even more.

Kim felt his manhood begin to pulsate and knew he was close. Sliding her hands down his back, she gripped his sexy butt, pushing him even deeper inside her causing his finish to fill her as Mook groaned loudly, breathing hard, collapsing atop her.

*****

Jaleesa was at her end. What was she going to do? How could she get out of the trap she found herself in? Sighing deeply she opened the small note and read once again the message contained. Grabbing her keys she headed out, arriving at the small motel far off the beaten track. She’d left the baby with Jacoury, telling him she was playing bingo. Jaleesa hated lying to him, but what choice did she have? Until she could figure a way out, she had to play along. Getting out she headed to the front desk and retrieved the key that was left for her. Jaleesa walked the short breezeway to room 309 and used the key to enter. She heard the shower running and let go a small sigh of relief. Putting her purse down, Jaleesa sat and tried to collect her thoughts and calm her nerves as she looked around the room once again. It wasn’t shabby like some she’d been to or seen on TV. It was quaint in a manner of speaking. The queen sized bed was covered with a flower patterned comforter, blood orange being the dominant color. The drapes were a solid orange of the same depth hanging on a plain white metal rod. There was the one small table and chair that she sat in, contained.

Jaleesa could tell it was a place used for extended stays as it contained a microwave and small refrigerator. The closet had a plain wood stained sliding door that opened to a wooden rod and wooden hangers to place clothing. The 32” full size TV sat on the dresser with mirror attached. She heard the shower stop as her sense of dread once again deepened.

“
Hey,” he greeted her, smiling slightly once he discovered she was inside the room.

“
Hi,” Jaleesa returned softly.

“
You wanna shower,” he asked walking over to her wrapped in a simple towel.

“
Not now,” Jaleesa returned.

He leaned down and kissed her lips softly as she forced a small smile in return. Pulling her from the chair, he kissed her again beginning to undress her. Jaleesa again forced her mind off and allowed him to complete his task.

“
You’re so damned sexy,” he whispered in her ear, taking her hand and leading her to the bed.

Pressing her nails into her palms, Jaleesa forced herself not to cry. She was wholly humiliated as he began kissing her chest. She knew she had to show some emotion or all the shame she endured would be for naught.

“
Mm, that’s nice,” she spoke softly, hoping she was pulling off the act.

He took the nipple into his mouth in response to her declaration. Jaleesa again closed her eyes and fantasized. She didn’t dare think of Jacoury, knowing it would break her and she could never go through with the act. Instead she thought of Ryan and the love they used to make. Pushing her gently into the bed he climbed in with her, kissing his way down her body and tasting her intimately. Jaleesa continued to think about her time with Ryan as he brought her to orgasm. It wasn’t that he lacked skill, Jaleesa was simply guilt ridden cheating on her man.

“
Mm, Tweety,” he whispered softly pushing himself inside her.

Jaleesa felt him and pushed him gently.

“
Where’s the condom,” she asked fearfully. He smiled and kissed her deeply.

“
This is what I want,” he told her calmly. “And we both know I’d better get what I want, now don’t we,” he threw out as she swallowed hard and whispered yes.

Going back to his pleasure, he began thrusting into her once again.

As she endured, Jaleesa prayed he wouldn’t be a complete dog and pull out as he reached orgasm. She was on the pill so pregnancy wasn’t a concern, but she didn’t want his semen inside her. She still had a man to go home to. Jaleesa felt him sucking her neck as he continued to have sex with her.
Oh god, please don’t let him leave marks again,
she panicked. Fortunately she’d managed to cover them until they faded and Jacoury was none the wiser. Jaleesa thought about the hold he had over her. If she dared tell him no, or tried to end things before he wanted too, he promised her he would take away her life. Needless to say Jaleesa believed him.

“
So good baby,” he groaned as she felt his manhood began to swell and expand inside her.

“
Please pull out baby, please,” Jaleesa begged as forcefully as she dared.

“
Mmm, you belong to me,” he hissed biting her neck hard, thrusting deeply a few more times before she felt his semen surge inside her.

He rolled off her moments later and lay beside her, eyes closed, dozing lightly. Jaleesa continued to fight tears and despair. She didn’t see a way out of the hell she was enduring at his hands. There were no statues of limitations on murder and with her faking her own death there was yet another felony added to the list. Jaleesa would never get out of prison. She would never see her son or her man again ever. The stakes were too high for that to happen and if a screw between the sheets twice a week was all it took to keep that at bay, Jaleesa resolved she would do what was necessary.

“
I miss you when we’re not together,” he whispered, making her jump slightly.

“
I miss you too,” she lied smoothly.

He kissed her neck as he nibbled her ear lightly.

“
I’m glad to hear that,” he told her, his tone making the hairs on her neck stand at attention. “I want to see you four times a week,” he told her making it clear the request wasn’t open for debate.

“
Please, I can’t,” Jaleesa tried before he pulled her to him holding her tightly.

“
You find a way,” he told her evenly as Jaleesa again swallowed hard and nodded yes.

“
Good, now go get your shower, I know you have to go,” he told her good naturedly.

Jaleesa wasted no time rising and heading for the bathroom. After he heard the water running and was sure she was in the shower, he pulled out his cell.

“
Good evening Agent Colbert,” Nero greeted him.

“
Hey Nero,” Kai returned. “Tell Mr. Lockhart everything is going according to plan and I will have what he needs soon.”

Nero cheerfully told him that was good news and they would be in touch. Disconnecting Kai smiled, enjoying the fringe benefits of his job more and more with each tryst he and Jaleesa had together.

5

Ian watched his club patrons enjoy themselves smiling at how quickly and how well things had fallen into place. Utopia was every bit the hotspot that Infusion had been in Atlanta. Ian was still setting things in order for the VIP entertainment he’d envisioned. Missouri was a veritable goldmine for the services he offered. Sighing lightly he again thought of his older brother Ryan, and how much he missed him. Jalen was trying and to his credit, doing much better in the business. He still hadn’t confided what was so heavy on his mind these days and that was beginning to bug him. Ian didn’t like secrets within his organization. It caused drama and dissension, a pattern he definitely didn’t want repeated. Ian had learned a lot in the last few years dealing with the issues that plagued his empire and ultimately caused its demise and him leaving the place he’d known all his life. Dismissing the thought for now, but planning to question his brother again later, Ian returned his attention to the club.

He saw Brent and Santana enter and head toward his office. Ian motioned his bartender to refill his glass and then made his way to the office where the two men had ventured moments earlier.

“
How’s it going,” Ian greeted walking into the office to find them waiting.

“
All good, Ice,” Brent returned smiling. “How’re things with you,” he added as Ian told them he was fine.

“
What’s next on the agenda,” Santana asked, ready to get down to business.

He wanted Ian to go ahead and make a move on the crew in Indiana soon. That was prime territory and every day they waited they lost more potential income.

“
Disposing of Shaft,” Ian replied calmly.

The question showed on the men’s faces. Ian chuckled slightly explaining the situation.

“
Are you serious,” Brent asked incredulous.

“
Quite,” Ian returned.

Shaft fancied himself the blackmailer these days, telling Ian he had incriminating evidence he was going to turn over to the police unless he got Utopia back.

“
You think he has anything,” Santana asked, noticing Ian’s demeanor.

“
No, he’s bluffing,” Ian replied slightly amused at the man’s nerve. “It’s the point of making him an example for anyone stupid enough to try and follow suit,” he went on as both men spoke their understanding.

The knock on his door disturbed their meeting.

“
What,” Ian barked, annoyed at the interruption.

“
I’m sorry Ice, but there’s a dude here insisting on seeing you,” Carver told him.

Ian sighed deeply looking into the man’s eyes trying to decide what he wanted to do about the uninvited visitor. Carver had been with him since Peppermints, being shot during the robbery attempt. He knew if the man interrupted, he must have found some merit in the assertion of the visitors need to see him.

“
Who is he and what does he want,” Ian threw back irritably.

“
He didn’t give a name, just said he had to see you,” Carver again explained.

“
Do you mind,” Ian asked, looking toward Brent and Santana.

“
Nah, it’s straight,” Brent answered as Santana nodded his agreement.

“
Fine, send him back here,” Ian told Carver who nodded and closed the door.