Motown Takedown (Motown Down Book 3) (25 page)

I was in and out of sleep, that place where you’re somewhat cognizant but not ready to open your eyes. His hands slid over my stomach, soft enough to cause it to dip. His hair was down and when he nuzzled my neck it covered half my chest and shoulder. At first it sounded like he was humming but I realized quickly it had turned into singing. Keeping my eyes closed, enjoying the beauty coming from his mouth; we lie like this while Monarch serenades me.

These lips can’t to taste your skin

These eyes can’t wait to see your grin

Just let my love adorn you

When he finished his tribute to me, he kissed my collar bone and ordered me to sleep. I did this with him in my arms, his hair splayed across my body and the most beautiful smile on my face. This, I knew, this was worth waiting for.

I woke up a new woman.

I knew this to be true because A) I wasn’t hungover B) I wasn’t sore and C) I was so fucking happy I couldn’t close my mouth. So when I practically skipped into the kitchen and saw Monarch on the floor playing with Ares I couldn’t help it. I started to cry.

I wasn’t used to happiness, didn’t know what to do with it. I was afraid it was a mirage, a dream that would never truly be mine. Ares spots me first, steps on Monarch’s stomach to vault over him and into my arms. Dropping to my knees, I bury my face in his fur holding on tight. Lifting my chin, it was clear my tears threw him for a loop. And the love and concern on his face undid me.

“Mo chuisle,
”
he says dropping to his knees. “You’re unhappy?”

“N-no,
”
I fumble. “I’m
too
happy.”

“Cinn,
”
he says his face softening.

“I’m free, I get to have you, amazing dirty sex
and
a family,
”
I rush to explain. “I’m
too
happy, Eros. I don’t know what to do!”

“Date night.”

“Huh?
”
I ask sniffling.

“You and me, we’re going on a date. Tonight.”

“We are?”

“Fuck yeah, we are.”

“But we merged and…”

“I’m taking my woman out,
”
he says standing. “Do whatever it is females do to go out but be ready to leave at eight o’clock.”

“I tell you that I’m too happy and your answer is to make me…happier?”

“I’m amazing,
”
he smiles flashing me the gold. “Go ahead, I like hearing it.”

“You’re amazing,
”
I giggle and oh my God, I almost never giggle. “Will you take me shopping?”

“Don’t you have a truck and other females to go shopping with you?
”
He asks. “Mo chuisle, I thought it was unspoken that I do not shop.”

“I’m allowed to go?
”
I whisper hopeful. “Without you?”

“The fuck did you think I bought you that truck –
” 
I didn’t let him finish. No. What I did do was jump up, squealing in delight as I launched myself into his arms. “Cinn,
”
he says holding me. “Baby, what the fuck?”

“I was wrong,
”
I smile into his neck. “This is happier.”

“You love me, Mo chuisle?”

“So much it makes me cry.”

“Call your girls,
”
he says quietly. “Spend a shit ton of money. You want to see
me
happier? Whatever you pick out, you wear it for me. That’ll make me real fucking happy.”

Looking up at him, then down at Ares and back at him I made an announcement. “I’ll make you the happiest crime boss this side of the east side!
”
Kissing him hard, he squeezes me then spanks my ass before releasing me. Taking Ares with me, I ran back to our suite making Camo and Kandace my first phone call.

“Got you something,
”
I say handing her a bag.

Inspecting it, she smiles, looks up and says, “You went shopping? For me?”

“Yeah,
”
I grumble. Fact was, I despised shopping but I was on a mission for this female. “Open it.”

Pulling the tabs apart she reaches in and produces her gift. Looking up at me, back down to it, and back to me again I watch her light up like a God damn Christmas tree before she throws herself into my arms holding on tight.

“Pride and Prejudice,
”
she whispers. “I’ve always wanted to read this.”

“Now you can,
”
I offer.

Moving out of my embrace, I mourned the loss instantly. Holding it to her chest she says for my ears only, “If I had the ability to write a story, I’d write ours.”

“Cinn,
”
I say low needing her to understand the danger behind that statement. “We don’t have a story.”

“Yes we do,
”
she grins. “And it’s epic.”

“Then how does it end?”

“I can’t tell you that!
”
she admonishes. “I guess you’ll just have to stick around and see for yourself.”

Scratching my head, I watch her fly out of the garage to grab her girls. In my life, I have never seen anyone so excited to shop. But it wasn’t about shopping and I knew it. For her, it was having the freedom
to
shop. Something so fucking insignificant to most people meant the world to her because she’s never had it before.

I gave her that.

And I was wigging the fuck out.

“Which mall?
”
Ransom asks shaking his head.

“Somerset.
”
Facing him, I make his job real fucking clear. “My woman drives like a lunatic. Watch her ass on the freeway and do not let her see you inside that mall.”

“Ever been to Somerset?”

“No,
”
I grunt at the obvious stupidity of his question.

“Then you don’t have to worry about her seeing me,
”
he says climbing into the Tahoe. “I’ll check in.”

“You see how happy she was?”

“Man,
”
he sighs. “Them motherfuckers on the moon saw how happy she was.”

With that he left to tail Cinn while I worked out the kinks of our merger. Swear to Christ, if it wasn’t for Pookie taking the bulk of it, I might have killed somebody. Every time one of our new recruits showed up they asked about Cinn. I loved it as much as I hated it. Now on top of merging with men I did not know, I had the added worry of strangers (to me) around my woman.

The only highlight was Ares didn’t trying eating any of them and I was wishing he would.

A few hours in, my phone rang. It was Cinn and it was the first time she’s ever called me. I didn’t even get a word out before she went full tilt. “Have you ever had gelato, Eros?”

“No.
”
Yes
. “Is it good?”

“My tongue just orgasmed,
”
she laughs. “So yeah, it’s good. Next time we go out, it’s for gelato.
”
Then lowering her voice she says, “We can take turns eating it off each other when we get home.”

“Mo chuisle,
”
I groan. “You find something hot for me?”

“Mhmm,
”
she says. “It’s so hot Kandace had to stop Camo from mounting me.”

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea.”

“You’re with your girls, why are you calling me?”

“Because I missed you,
”
she says sweetly. “And because Ransom might need a raise.”

“You pissed?”

“Nope,
”
she says easily. “Hang on.”

There was a pause followed by a shuffle of the phone and then Ransom was on the line. “About that raise,
”
he starts.

“She safe?”

“Have you met Camo?”

“Yeah.”

“Bitch has more heat than ten of us…
combined
. Yeah boss, she’s safe.”

“Who you calling a bitch,
bitch
?
”
Camo says from a distance. “You couldn’t hide if your life depended on it. Cinn spotted your ass on the freeway. Fuck the raise, Monarch! I’d fire his ass!”

“She spotted you?
”
I asked this laughing.

“Boss,
”
he says low. “She drives like she’s drunk, high
and
has warrants in five states.”

“She having fun?”

“If you consider trying on four thousand dresses, heels, and jewelry fun, then yeah. But it’s fucking weird, one minute she’s laughing then she starts crying. Anyway, since she’s spotted me I’ve been forced to stand here like a God damn human hanger. They keep throwing clothes on me, boss. I look like a fool.”

“Pussy,
”
says Cinn laughing in the background. “If I could drive and aim, I’d have blown your tires off! How’s that for looking like a fool? Hey! Something to work toward!”

Yeah, my woman was happy. “Bring her home safe,
”
I remind him. “Give Cinn back her phone.”

“Eros,
”
she says breathlessly. “Does your card have a limit?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so,
”
she giggles then calls out, “No limit girls!
”
To which cheers erupted. “I’m buying Ransom a shirt from the airbrush place. It’s going to say
My Queen’s bitch
on it. Want one?”

“Pass,
”
I smile. “Wrap it up and get home to me. I’m missing my queen.”

“Eros?”

“Yeah, Cinn.”

“Thank you,
”
she whispers. “For everything.
”
And that’s when I caught it.

“You cryin
’
again?”

“Happy tears, Eros, happy tears.
”
Then she hung up the phone. Looking down at Ares who was living every rescue dog’s dream, I couldn’t help but smile again. My woman was happy, the mutt was happy, and fuck me, I was happy too. Now I needed to get back to work and make sure we stayed that way.

It was a rare treat when Savage stayed out late, even rarer when he fucked his whores off-site. Counting myself lucky, I grabbed the remote choosing a movie over a book tonight. If the television was on it was always Scarface, Donnie Brasco, The Godfather, or Star Wars. Tonight though, it was Pretty Woman.

Julia Roberts, no matter how you dressed her, could not pull off a hooker. A hooker with a heart, no less. I was surrounded by them and had never met one that wasn’t out to drain you dry. But this was a love story and Richard Gere was yummy, so I settled in. I was so into the movie that I was on the edge of my seat. Reaching in to touch the necklace had me reaching for my own neck wishing it was mine. When in an act of play, he shut the box, startling her it rent a scream out of me followed by laughter. I laughed so hard I fell onto the floor.

I wanted that, I decided.

A man to play with me, make me jump in delight.

Thing was, I had it but I wasn’t allowed to ‘have
’
it. One day though
…
one day I’d be Julia Roberts except a much prettier version.

Things I loved: Monarch, Ares, swimming, driving, and shopping.

Holy shit did I love shopping.

At Camo’s suggestion, I only bought the items I needed for our date night. She said by holding off on the rest, it gave us an excuse to come back. I agreed with this. However, I did get Ransom his custom made shirt and he threw it back at me. I allowed this because he was smiling while he did it. So tucking it in my bag, I figured I’d wait until the guys were around and order him to wear it.

Queens did shit like that.

After getting ready, it took twenty minutes of convincing Monarch of all the reasons why tearing my dress off prior to our date was a bad idea. The adorable man actually pouted. But in all fairness, when he walked out dressed in black slacks, a black silk shirt with the top two buttons open and pointed toe alligator shoes with his hair hanging down; it took me twenty minutes to convince myself why I thought it was a bad idea.

Now we’re seated in a gorgeous booth facing the entertainment at Baker’s Keyboard Lounge. Monarch surprised me when he shared his love of jazz music. And so for the last hour and a half, I had the privilege of hearing the
313 Live Experience
while sitting on his lap. The food was amazing, the drinks good and strong but it was Monarch’s constant touches and whispers that were my favorite. Here was a man who loved touch as much as I did. So wrapping my arms around his thick neck, I kissed the tattoo of a crown,
my crown
, that rested on the skin there.

“I love you, Eros,
”
I tell him.

“Mo chuisle,
”
he groans squeezing my ass. “I love loving you.”

“Watch me dance,
”
I say bringing my head up and meeting his eyes. “Watch me dance for
you
.
”

Releasing me, I shimmy out of his lap, adjust my kick ass dress and smile at the band. Nodding to me, they switch the music from upbeat to sultry. I did not care that I was the only one dancing. I also did not care about strangers watching me do it. As I worked my arms in synch with my hips, I forgot about every face in the place save his. I felt their eyes and even a serious amount of lust and jealousy, but still I did not care. Running my hands underneath my hair, I raise it up and let it fall. When Monarch shifts in his seat, I lick my lips for him and run my fingers across my tits.

Mid seduction, I noted the server came to our table to clear it but his eyes never left mine. Instead, he tossed a wad of cash down and waved him off. Loving it, I do a slow strut over to our table and lie back on it splaying myself out for him. Yes, I was aware this was probably not the place for this but I found how little I cared about that too. Running his hand between my tits, he rests it on my belly clinching the material with his fingers.

“This is mine,
”
he says standing up and moving between my legs. “All mine.”

“All yours.”

“Shows over,
”
he says extending a hand. Taking it, he slowly pulls me up then takes my mouth slow too. Anchoring the back of my neck, he slides me off the table and dips me. Cheers erupted, a few gasps too but none of it mattered to me. Feeling desired, protected, and loved.

Securing my waist, we pass the band and when the lead singer says, “Come back soon,
”
and winked at me, I threw my head back and laughed.

Inside the Tahoe, Monarch buckled me in but didn’t move away. Eyes on mine, he runs his finger from the top and then sliding between my parted thighs. Closing my eyes in ecstasy, I whimper when his finger penetrates me. Working me slow, I open my legs further giving him access to add another. “Watch me,
”
he demands in a rough voice. And opening my eyes I watch his fingers slide in and out of me. “Tits, play with ‘em.”

I do this too. Pinching, rolling, and kneading I felt it coming on quickly. “Kiss me, Cinn.
”
Leaning forward, our mouths meet and it was game over.

“Eros,
”
I moan into his mouth while grinding on his fingers. There was no stopping it and with my hands deep in his long hair, I screamed his name until my body went lax.

Breathing heavy, he tags my neck again and I watch him lick his fingers clean. “My queen tastes sweet,
”
he says with the fiercest look I have ever seen. “Nothing sweeter.”

“Eros,
”
I sigh because what else could I do? This went so far beyond happy, I was afraid I was dreaming.

“Taking you somewhere,
”
he says moving back to his seat. “We’ll finish this when we get home and I’ll be taking my time.”

Sliding my hand in his, I kissed his shoulder in agreement. I was too blissed out to do otherwise.