Motown Takedown (Motown Down Book 3) (18 page)

His penchant for murder went from mildly alarming to full-on psychotic break. Where we used to eliminate threats to our business these days we spent more time killing than we did managing the business. Because these kills had nothing to do with the enemy and everything to do with the beauty now under our protection. Not that I minded, I didn’t. I killed for her gladly and always would, the reasons didn’t matter. However, word was spreading that Savage had a death wish, and that trickled down to the rest of us. It wasn’t a death wish he had, it was something to fight for, live for.

So, I knew why but I needed to hear him say it.

“War is what we do,
”
he says loading his mag. “We plot, we conquer, and we kill.”

“I know this is what we do,
”
I remind him. “Tell me why we do it.
”

“Six months ago I’d say we did it for money, pussy, and the fucking glory of it.”

“And now?”

“Now?
”
he asks looking over at Cinn holding a book lost in its pages. “Now, we do it for her.”

This was one of the rare times I agreed with him.

With my body encompassing hers, both legs balanced on one shoulder I drive into her, hard. Biting, scratching, and screaming she fucking took it. “Take more,
”
I order her while flipping her to her stomach. Cinn’s ass perched high in the air while I drilled her was a fucking sight. So perfect, so ample
…
Smacking it once causes her to buck. Smacking it again makes her go still.

“If you plan on spanking me, make it
hurt
.”

“I don’t want you to hurt.”

“It’s a good hurt, Eros. Turn my skin red, leave your mark.”

Pulling her back by her hips, I spread her legs even wider and line myself up. “Hold on my queen,
”
I order her. “I’m wound up now.”

Like waving a red flag at a bull, she sways her ass from side to side to taunt me. Using my thumbs to spread her, I do not go gentle. I did what she ordered me to do. I went hard. So hard, I thrust her off the bed where she was balancing herself using her hands as crutches to keep from eating the floor. “More!
”
she moans out. “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

Sweet Christ, did she ever. I kept gripping her and fucking until she started laughing. Pulling her up from the floor, I look down and see Ares licking her face, shaking his tailless ass wanting her attention. “Gonna make your momma come again, mutt. Then we’re gonna cuddle.
”
Ares the cockblocker not to be denied her affections tries getting up in bed. “Lay down.”

He did, but he also gave me the
look
again. “He’s pissed,
”
she laughs.

“His dick isn’t ready to burst,
”
I remind her. “Mine is now spread your thighs, play with your pussy and watch me while I beat it up.”

“Eros,
”
she moans. “Fuck me.”

Not only did I fuck her, I made her come twice more and still held out. How the fuck I did it, I’ll never know but I was drilling her so hard I was starting to get dizzy. Nine years of abstinence takes its toll on a man. “Get on your back for me,
”
she says pushing against my chest. Flipping over, Cinn wastes no time crawling between my legs. With a hot greedy mouth, she sucks my dick like a queen should. Thoroughly.

“Eyes on me when I come, Mo chuisle.”

Locking on me worked like a charm. Sucking me off hard, it blazed up my shaft and out of me like fire. Arching my back, Cinn pins me down by the hips taking all of it. Collapsing on my chest, I hold her close trying to get my breath back. “Eros,
”
she whispers.

“My queen,
”
I respond.

“Want to know what you taste like?
”
she asks just before she slips her tongue into my mouth. Taking what she gives, I test it out deciding her pussy tastes much better, and I told her as much. Laughing, she snuggles in deeper and lets me know, “Semen is good for the hair and skin.”

Pulling her up to lie on my shoulder, I let her know, “Mo chuisle, consider me your own personal one-a-day.”

“I don’t know what that is,
”
she giggles,but it was just another reminder of who we buried today. Asshole didn’t even give her vitamins. In the end, I suppose it doesn’t matter considering she was still perfect without them. Ares decided time out wasn’t for him and parked himself on top of our legs making both of us laugh. “I love Ares,
”
she sighs.

“Ares loves his momma.”

“But I love you more.”

Gripping her tight, I whisper, “Monarch loves his queen.”

And then I heard snoring.

“You waiting for an invitation to kill ‘em?
”
he asks tossing me an apple.

“No one waits for an invitation to die, Demo.”

“My point exactly,
”
he says taking a bit of his own. “Someone needs to off his ass and my invite has your name on it.”

“We are not having this discussion,
”
I warn him.

“Fine,
”
he shrugs. “You chew,and I’ll discuss.
”
Leaning in he lowers his voice and says, “Guys don’t like seeing a female they respect and care for abused. You can’t count Gamble and Smooth, though, pretty sure they’d like to watch you die slowly, but that’s not the point.”

“I would advise you to get to the point.”

“Guys get it in their heads to defend the female that watches their asses, pays their asses and takes a fuckload of abuse in front of those same asses. You want a revolt on your hands, Cinn? It’s coming like it or not, and I’d appreciate keeping the body count to a minimum. So if you got a plan, I suggest you put it into play because we all know the game is changing, and we’re on your side when it does.”

“Any plan I may or may not have is mine alone,
”
I warn. “If I wanted your asses involved you’d get my memo.”

“As much as I applaud your independent thinking, you taking him on alone is suicide. We can help you, fuck, we want to help you.”

“I’m not looking to die anytime soon, but I’ll take your words under advisement.”

“You don’t trust me,
”
he says with hurt in his eyes.

“No, and if you were smart, you wouldn’t trust me either.” This conversation happened when I was nineteen years old.

When I woke up this morning, I thought someone was trying to kill me. They weren’t. Ares found a nice spot on my chest and simply refused to move. The affectionate little beast snored like a man, but he also drooled. I loved him all the more for it. Last night I told Monarch that I loved him but fell asleep before I could tell him why.

I suspect he knows why, but I wanted him to hear it from me. Three orgasms, burying Savage, and starting a war had wiped me out. Now out of the shower, Monarch comes in to take Ares outside while I dress. Twenty minutes later, I meet them in the kitchen and could see he was on edge.

Caging me in, he sniffs my neck before kissing me soundly. “Good morning my queen.”

“Good morning,
”
I smile.

“Tell me again,
”
he says roughly. “Rough morning, need to hear it.”

“I love you, Eros,
”
I say tracing his face. His hair was down, long and draping around his shoulders. Yum.

“Before we get to business,
”
he says sitting me down and pouring me coffee. “You haven’t made me that list for your books. Work on that,
”
he demands tossing me a notebook and pen. “But do it later, first my woman loves Greek mythology, and I want her to school me.”

“Don’t play with me,
”
I warn him.

“Not playing,
”
he says taking his own seat. “School me, I’m interested.”

Oh God, where to start? Thinking on it, I scratch Ares
’
ears and decide to start from the beginning. How long I went on I wasn’t sure but not once did his eyes glaze over. In fact, I was positive he memorized everything I said. He even talked me into naming the twelve Gods of Olympus! Finishing with, Artemis asking Zeus for six wishes on her birthday and how Callisto, instead of death in bear form was turned into a constellation known as Ursa Major.

Out of breath and on a serious adrenaline high, I sat back in my chair and said, “Well?”

With the biggest smile I have ever seen, he grabs his phone, swipes it and waits. “Pay attention,
”
he says watching me. “Every fucking book on Greek mythology, make sure Cinn owns them by dinner.”

“In print! None of that ebook shit!
”
I call out.

“You get that?
”
he asks. “Good. Yeah, print means paper asshole.
”
Hanging up, he smiles again. “Step to me,
”
he growls. Jumping up to do just that, Ares does too,and we both crash in a tangle of arms and legs. “Fucking cockblocker,
”
he says shaking his head while helping me up. Nestled in his lap, he asks me, “Is my queen happy?”

“She is,
”
I assure him. “What about my Eros? Is he happy?”

“He didn’t know what happiness was until he met you, Cinn.”

“Then I’ll strive to make sure you never again go a day without happiness.”

“Blow jobs make me happy,
”
he points out.

Throwing my head back in laughter, he catches me, dips me a bit and kisses my chest. “Nothing more beautiful than your laugh, Cinn.”

Arching up, I run my fingers through his hair and bite his lower lip. “Until you, I didn’t laugh at all.”

“Excuse me,
”
comes over the speaker. “He’s here.”

“Who’s here?
”
I ask him while he stands us up.

“Demo.”

“He’s
here
?”

“I invited him.”

“Why?
”
I ask snapping my fingers for Ares to come to my side.

“He wants to speak to you,
”
he says easily. “The only way that’s happening is here, where you’re best protected.”

“You didn’t tell –
” 
I start before Ransom strolls in looking ready for combat.

“Mornin
’
my queen,
”
he says taking up my right. Had Monarch not grabbed Ares, I’m positive he’d have eaten him. At least one of us was paying attention, and this morning it wasn’t me. “That dog has issues,
”
he mumbles escorting us into the sitting area where Demo himself looked seriously happy to see me.

I mean, I couldn’t blame him. Not really.