Page 22 of Point of Infinity
“You doing reconnaissance for your best friend?” She leaned in. “Afraid I’m going to walk into the party and try to take everyone out?” She laughed, but there was no joy in it. Her tone sent a chill down my spine. This girl was dangerous; she might not even know it.
“Yeah, maybe I am trying to vet you a little. Figure out your angle.”
Her hands shook. I slowly placed my hand over hers. The shock had turned into energy when I touched her. She wanted to draw her hand back, but she hesitated.
“Maybe you can tell me what happened after your mom died?”
She snatched her hand away and stood up. She pulled her sweatshirt down. It hit her mid-thigh. She searched the room, wiped her eyes, and then put one foot in front of the other and walked away.
I put a few bills down on the table and followed her. I caught up with her at the elevator.
“Come on.” She stabbed at the up button. It finally dinged, and the door opened. She stepped forward and held the door open but didn’t step in.
She spun around and stared at me. It was the slightest head nod, but I saw it and followed her into the elevator. She pressed the sixth-floor button. I stood next to her. She had her hands in the sleeves of the sweatshirt, wringing them together. We rode up in silence.
We exited on her floor, and I followed her to her room. She opened the door and walked in. I stepped in behind her. Before I could close the door, she turned and peeled the sweatshirt up and over her head. She dropped it at her feet. She had a black tank top on underneath but no bra. Her nipples pebbled under her shirt. She toed off her shoes and kicked them away, then stepped toward me. I leaned back against the door and watched the way she moved. She wasn’t innocent or shy. She was a hunter. She had been hunting a long time, and now she had her sights on me.
Standing in front of me, she placed her hands on my waist and pushed her hands underneath my shirt. Her icy fingers ran over my abs. I flinched. She giggled. It was the sexiest sound. I kept my hands to myself and let her take the lead. Not my usual MO for the bedroom, but I could let her have her fun. See how far she was going to take it. She gathered my shirt and pushed it up. I raised my arms and pulled it the rest of the way off.
She did the same with her tank top.
I groaned, and my cock hardened and pressed against my jeans. With the baggy waitress uniform and oversized hoodie, she covered up a slim body with the most perfect set of tits. My mouth watered. She pressed herself against my chest and stood on her toes and kissed the underside of my chin. I lost it.
I grabbed her arms and spun us around. I pressed her against the door, and my lips found her mouth. She stiffened for a second before opening and letting me in. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lifted her in my arms. My hands grabbed her perfect ass, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She arched her back and grinded against the bulge in my pants.
Fuck if I wasn’t ready to come right that second. Her soft lips caressed my tongue. I grabbed her neck and tilted her head to the side. I laid kisses down her jawline and her neck and inhaled. She smelled of vanilla. I slid my hand into her hair and pulled.
She moaned and melted into my arms. I had to hitch her back up and carry her to the bed. I kneeled and laid her down, then hovered over her while staring into her eyes. They were bright and clear, begging me to continue. She needed this, but I was all about consent.
“You want this?”
Her head rolled to the side. I gripped her chin and brought her face back to look at me.
“I need you to say it.”
“I want you?”
Fuck, it was all I needed. I kissed down her neck to her tits. My tongue danced across the curve and captured her right nipple with my tongue. I nibbled on it as if it were my favorite snack. She arched into me and snaked a hand behind my head to hold me to her. I placed my leg between her thighs. She was not an inactive participant. While I took my time admiring her tits with my tongue, she ground her pussy against my thigh. If she could get off that way, I was all for it.
I reluctantly left her beautiful breasts and moved down her flat stomach with wet kisses. I blew a strawberry on her shaved pubic bone and then continued down.
She reached for me.
“Hands above your head.”
She pouted but did as she was told.
“Good girl.”
Her throat hitched at the praise. I was learning so much about this girl. I slid her leggings and panties down her legs and spread them to admire her pretty little pussy.
I slid my tongue up and down her slit, coaxing her to open for me.
“God, you smell good, princess.” She groaned and tried to close her legs. “Oh, no. Let me see you. All of you.” She allowed me to spread her legs wide. My mind went blank. Thoughts of who she was and what she was doing here left my brain. About this being Sonny’s long-lost daughter, about why she had come back with no warning, and about what she intended to do not only to Sonny but to the Infinity Kings, too.
I figured Patrick would have some harsh words about me fucking his sister, but with my tongue in her pussy, I really didn’t care.
“Fuck, that’s good.” She growled.
