Kiss Me Book 1 (13 page)

He quickly scanned the
room once more and found Robert talking with a burly biker. His
back was to the door, so he didn’t see Amy walk in. Thank the sweet
heavens for that.

He flagged her over and
she quickly cut through the crowd. He didn’t say a word as he led
her to the doors leading into the back.

“
Christian what on earth is
going on?” she asked, her green eyes wide with
confusion.

“
I don’t have time to say,
but you’re going to have to trust me,” he said as he tugged her
into a dark corner. He planted a hot kiss on her mouth—damn, she
tasted like strawberries. His dick twitched again, reminding him
that there were other places it would much rather be than confined
to the very uncomfortable leather pants he was wearing.

“
I could eat you right
now,” he said. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

She reached down and
teased his cock through the front of his pants. “I’m going to hold
you to that,” she said.

He let loose a low growl
of frustration. “I don’t have time to explain what is going on, but
you have to trust me, OK? Stay hidden right here until you see me
motion for you to come out of hiding.”

Amy looked up at him
confused. “Hiding?”

He nodded. “Robert will be
back here any minute trying to sell me some more stolen art. The
cops are waiting out back. We have to get an admission from him
before anything. Once we get that, you come out and say your
peace.”

Amy’s heart stuttered in
her chest. Robert was going to get busted for all his shit, and
Christian wanted her to be there.

There were three hard
knocks on the door. Christian quickly moved away and stepped into
the center of the room just as the sliding door opened a fraction
and Robert stepped through. Amy sucked in a breath and watched as
her ex-husband stepped to Christian.

“
You wanted to talk
business?”

“
I do.”

“
What are you looking
for?”

“
I want something rare.
Money is no option,” Christian said, casually.

Robert scratched his black
goatee thoughtfully. “What price are you willing to
pay?”

Christian lifted his
shoulder. “Money is no option. I just want something that will make
me money. I don’t care how you get it or where. I just want
it.”

“
That’s a tall order,”
Robert said.

Amy realized how cold and
imposing Robert truly was. She’d never noticed the sinister gleam
in his eyes before, but the look he held in his eyes told her that
he wasn’t opposed to breaking the law. The price just had to be
right.

He spoke again. “There is
a shipment of priceless artifacts coming in on the docks tomorrow
night. My contact has already taken care of some particulars. I
could get you a couple pieces by day after tomorrow.”

“
How do I know I can trust
you not to set me up? My ass was nearly grass the last time you
pulled that shit on me. Do you know that bitch came in here looking
for her shit? Had my ass hauled downtown? Who was she,
anyhow?”

Robert shrugged, a wicked
smile sliding across his face. Amy shivered.

“
My ex-wife. That fucking
bitch took me for everything I had. I thought it only right that I
took what meant the most to her.”

From the shadows, Amy
bristled, and she watched as a dark look clouded Christian’s
face.

“
That cunt didn’t even
change the locks. All I did was walk in and take the stuff. I was
going to sell it to another buyer in town, but I’d heard you were
looking for stuff, and I knew your reputation, so I figured I’d
give you the first shot.”

Christian forced a smile.
“You seem very good at your job. How long you been doing
this?”

“
Long enough to know that
if I get caught, which I never will, that I will be going to prison
for a very long time. People don’t look well on people who steal
priceless art. Especially since a lot of the pieces I get are worth
millions.”

“
I see.”

Robert crossed his arms
over his chest. “Are we going to do this? Because I have better
shit to do then stand here and talk to you all night.”

Christian shook his head.
“No, I think I heard everything I needed to hear. How about
you?”

Christian turned her head
to where Amy was standing, and she knew that was her cue. Taking a
deep breath, she stepped out of the shadows and into Robert’s line
of sight. She watched as he noticeably paled.

His eyes darted back and
forth between the two of them. “What the hell? Amy, why are you . .
.”

Realization flashed across
his eyes—but it was too late. The massive bay doors on the loading
dock slid open and a swarm of cops flooded the room. Robert tried
to run but only made it two steps before he was tackled.

Just then, Amar stepped
into the room and closed the door behind him. He went and stood
beside to police chief.

“
Did you get everything you
needed?”

“
We did and more. Found out
that there’s more going on at the docks tomorrow night.”

Robert let loose a torrent
of curses as he was led away, a young officer reading him his
rights.

“
Hey Robert,” Amy
called.

The officer stopped and he
and Robert both turned and looked at Amy.

She smiled sweetly at him
and held up her middle finger. “Fuck. You!”

She watched, satisfied at
the justice that had been served. Robert was finally going to pay
for his crimes.

Christian gave a statement
and said a few short words to the other cops before returning to
her side.

“
It’s over?”

He nodded and looked at
his brother. “It’s over.”

“
Good.”

“
Come on,” he said pulling
her forward. “We have a party to get to, and I have one piece I
have to unveil.”

“
I can’t wait,” she said as
they emerged from the back and waded through the crowd.

Christian took the stage
and the loud rock music was lowered. The spotlight was turned onto
him as he stood beside a giant display with a sheet draped over
it.

“
I would like to thank
everyone for coming out this evening. It truly means a lot to see
such a huge outpouring of love for art. I just want to remind you
that half the proceeds from all of the artwork sold tonight will go
to local schools to help improve their art programs.”

Amy’s heart swelled with
pride. She had no idea the event was meant to raise money for
schools. Christian was a truly amazing human being. She tried to
focus on what he was saying but instead kept getting lost in the
way he looked. He wore tight black leather pants that hugged every
inch of his long legs. His defined thigh muscles were even more
defined by the clinging leather. He wore a leather vest with a
black, skintight tank top under it. Her mouth was practically
watering. His hair was hanging unbound around his shoulders with a
portion of it tucked behind one of his ears.

“
This piece was inspired by
someone who has recently come into my life. I have come to care
very much for this woman,” he said. Amy’s eyes found his, and she
nearly gasped at their intensity as he held her gaze. “This piece
was created before I realized what it was. It was only after I had
framed it and stared at it for hours that I realized what I had in
front of me. I had the purest and rawest thing people only ever
dream of having.” He paused for a long time, and Amy realized she
was holding her breath.

“
I realized that I was
looking at what it was to be in love. I realized that I had fallen
hopelessly and helpless in love with her. Since the moment she came
barging into my life, I haven’t been able to think of anything or
anyone else.”

There was a collective of
awws sweeping through the crowd. Tears were misting her eyes and
sliding down her cheeks. Walking to the edge of the stage,
Christian held his hand out to her. Without hesitation she moved
and took it. He helped her on the stage and kissed her deeply.
Catcalls and whoops of joy erupted through the room.

“
I love you,” he whispered
as he pressed his forehead against hers.

She sniffed, unable to
believe what was happening.

“
I love you
too.”

He took a step back and
ripped the sheet away. Her eyes fell on the black and red swirls of
paint, and she gasped. It was their painting, the one they’d made
while having sex on the floor in all that paint. It was the most
beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life. Bright red swirls
blended with blacks merging into dark patterns.

In her mind’s eye she
could see each movement in the painting. There were even a few
handprints and footprints at the edges. She blushed
deeply.

Applause exploded as
cheers rattled the rafters.

“
Let’s keep this party
going,” Christian yelled into the mic.

The music once more
cranked too life as he swept her off the stage and into the back.
He slammed a lock in place over the bay doors.

“
Christian, where are we
going?”

“
I’m going to take you
upstairs and fuck you until you can’t walk,” he said.

“
But what about the show,
all those people?” she said as he pulled her by the hand up the
stairs.

“
Right now I don’t give a
hell what those people think. The minute you walked through those
front doors wearing that come-and-fuck-me outfit—that is the only
thing I have been able to focus on. Do you know how hard it was not
to take you right there on that stage, all those people be
damned?”

They reached the top and
stopped. He turned to her and his eyes grew cloudy with lust. “Take
off those clothes, now!” he said.

“
And if I don’t?” she
asked.

“
I’ll be forced to do it
for you,” he said, taking a step closer.

She tilted her chin up
defiantly but didn’t deny him. Instead she walked over to the bed
and sat on the end. She started to unzip her boots, but he stopped
her.

“
Leave those on,” he
said.

She nodded and then stood.
Slowly she pulled the skirt down over her hips and kicked it to the
side before sitting back down on the bed. She opened her legs wide,
making sure he had a good view of her cleanly-shaven
pussy.

“
Fuck me,” he said as he
gripped his cock through the front of his pants.

“
I want to see you,” she
said.

“
Do you now?”

She licked her lips. “I
want to see that big cock. Take it out and stroke it for
me!”

“
What the lady wants,” he
said and kicked out of his boots and quickly unfastened his belt
and pulled it through the loops on his pants. Next came his
pants.

She hummed her
appreciation when he slung the belt around his neck and then
gripped his thick shaft, slowly stroking it. Watching him caused a
flood of wetness to pool in her pussy.

“
I can see how wet you are
from here baby. Stroke it for me. Let me see you slide those
fingers into that pussy.”

She did as she was told
and threw her head back as her fingers slid up and down through her
moisture. She flicked her clit, which was throbbing erratically,
just like her heart beat. She had to force herself to stop or she
was going to come.

“
Christian. Please, fuck
me.”

He didn’t respond as he
closed the distance between them and forced her back into the
mattress. From there he mounted her and threw her legs on his
shoulders. There was nothing soft or gentle about it as he roughly
slammed into her dripping hole. Her fingers raked into his arms as
he rammed her harder than ever before.

“
Oh, that’s right baby.
Just like that. Oh yes. Right there! Harder! Harder!” she
screamed.

Sweat broke out on their
bodies as he slammed into her. The harder he pounded, the harder
she bounced against the bed. Quickly he withdrew and pulled his
shirt and vest away. Reaching down, her ripped her vest from her
and exposed her heaving chest. He gripped both of her nipples
between his fingers and pinched and tugged fiercely.

Amy’s back left the bed as
her sensitive nipples were being tortured. She cried out in pain
and pleasure.

“
You like it when I’m
rough, don’t you?”

“
Uhhh,” was all she could
manage.

Turning her over, he bent
down and bit her shoulder roughly. He was careful not to bite into
the already-bruised spots he’d left earlier. She arched into him
and panted. He moved away and gripped her ass tightly in his
hands.

“
I’m going to lick every
inch of that beautiful pussy. Then, I’m going to show you how to
come like you’ve never come before.”

He pushed three fingers
into her throbbing hole and she squealed. Over and over he worked
her, pulling more and more of her juices pouring out of her. When
he removed his fingers, he slid his tongue from her clit, into and
through her pussy, up to the tight little star of her
ass.