Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
I grip my gun behind my back and look through the peephole, totally un-fucking-prepared for what I see.
Maria.
I open the door with lightning speed and pull her inside.
She laughs and wraps her arms around me. “Happy to see me?”
Fuck yeah. “Happy as fuck.”
She pulls back and examines me from head to toe, making me wonder if she has something else in mind. “I can tell by the bulge in your pants that you’re happy. Show me what you’ve got, grumpy butt.” She gives a nod of approval, pushing me down onto the bed. As she drops to her knees, she bites her bottom lip playfully.
“Oh damn, girl.” I can't unfasten my pants fast enough.
Her tongue swirls around me with such skill, it’s like she knows exactly what I need and when. I let out a deep moan of pleasure as she takes me further into her mouth. She looks up at me with a naughty smile and moves faster. I grab her hair and push in deeper until I can feel her throat vibrating around me.
The sensation is too much, and I’m ready to let go. “Come for me, Jake,” she whispers. I close my eyes and let the waves of pleasure roll over me as I come deep into her mouth. She looks up at me with a satisfied smirk as she licks her lips clean.
And the sexy minx swallows.
How did I find this bitch, and can I take her home with me?
“Goddamn,” I grunt and flop onto the bed. “Come here, sweetheart. Put that tight little pussy right up against my face. I need to taste every bit of you.”
Silky skin brushes mine as Maria straddles my face. I curl my arms around her curvy thighs, and my tongue devours her desire-slicked inner lips.
She grinds on me, and God willing, if I die tonight, I hope it’s right here with my nose in this cunt. Maria rides me hard, screaming out her pleasure until she comes on my face—twice.
I pull her off me and fuck her all over again until I'm spent.
And that’s the story of the next few days as Maria shows me Costa Rica by day, and I show her the garden of pleasure by night.
But all good things must come to an end.
After an hour-long fuck session, and a few minutes of heavy breathing, we both know it's time for her to go.
As she slowly gets up, I can’t help but feel a surge of desire. Her body still trembles with the pleasure we shared, and I can’t resist watching as she pulls on her dress and steps into her sandals.
“Be here tomorrow night?” she asks, looking at me with a coy smile. I nod my head, even though I know I won’t be around. I don’t have the heart to tell her the truth.
As she gives me a little wave and walks out the door, my eyes linger on her curves and the way her dress hugs her body. I can't help but feel a sense of hunger for her, a need to have her again. And a sense of longing mixed with regret. Maria’s nothing more than a fling, but the chemistry between us was undeniable. Fun times.
Now it’s time to get the money and go back to the States.
On the upside, the cruise shippers were a lot less annoying on the ride back to California.
CHAPTER ONE
Dix ~ Today
We arrive at the port ahead of schedule, our nerves still on edge from those damn fireworks set off by Diesel. The sound echoed like gunshots, and that drunken fool was lucky we didn’t take him out, every one of us.
“Now, listen up,” I say to everyone. “It's time to take our positions. Each and every one of you needs to be in your assigned spots, ready for action.
Exchanging Aria for the shipment in our possession—guns and designer clothes soaked with liquid cocaine—is the plan for tonight. Arturo Rojas agreed to it, but we can’t trust that motherfucker, so we all have to be on high alert.
Aria, the daughter of Geoffrey Morgan, a one-percenter tied up with the Kings. We made a deal to get her back.
“You feel that?” Ace asks the question and shakes his arms. “The air feels electric like some shit is about to go down.”
I nod because, even though I don’t get down with that spiritual voodoo shit Ace is talking about, I do have a sense that shit could go sideways tonight. Easily.
It’s the middle of the night, and our men are completely exposed as they wait for Los Tres Colombianos to show their ugly fucking mugs.
“We’re ready,” I assure Ace. “They’re ready. Coop and Tank are providing cover from above just in case shit does go down, and Shades will oversee the exchange. Banger, you’re with us.”
Ace nods and surveys the port, which is usually quiet this time of night, and folds his arms over his chest. “All right, let’s get to the hotel and get this shit over with.”