LISA
—There's No Place Like Home—
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I want to tear her Dorothy costume from her body with my teeth. And I'm seconds from doing it when we get a text from Death.
Mr. Death: Call me now.
Nini's eyes widen. "We still have a couple of hours, though. Why does he want us to call him now?"
My heart gallops in my chest. If anything happened to Chaeng or Cala, I don't know what I'll do. I notice a slight tremble in my hand as I dial him. Nini gives my thigh a comforting squeeze.
"Let me speak to her," he practically growls.
"Are the girls okay?"
"You'll know the second I speak to Jennie." His tone is icy and furious.
I flip it to speaker phone. "She's here."
"Hi," she squeaks out, terror shining in her eyes.
He lets out a relieved sigh. Relieved? Why the hell does he want Jennie?
"Has she hurt you?" Mr. Death asks. As if he fucking cares.
"No," she snips. "Have you hurt them?"
I clutch her hand over my thigh, silently thanking her.
"The girls are fine," he assures her.
"I want to speak to them."
"Cala just went down for a nap."
"Why do you want me?" Nini's voice cracks. "Why me?"
He's silent for a moment. "We can talk later."
"I want to talk now," Nini says bravely. "Please."
"You're important," he says with a sigh.
"To whom?"
Rather than answering, I hear him say something to someone. Then, Chaeng mutters, "Lisa."
"Chaeng," I rush out. "Fuck, are you okay? I'm coming for you."
"I'm fine," she says, fire in her words. "Perfectly fine. Just…just get here in one piece, will you? Don't let Rossi's men get to you."
"He told you about that?"
"That they're trying to kill you at every turn? Yes," she seethes. "I'm pissed about it too."
"That's enough," Mr. Death tells her.
"No," she barks out. "You're going to let me talk to my sister."
I wait for him to fight her on it, but he doesn't. Who is this fucker?
"Listen to me," Chaeng says. "Focus on you. Cala and I are okay. If anything, we could use the vacation." Her voice is tight, but I hear the truth in her words. Anything—even being Mr. Death's captive—is better than taking her clothes off every night for dirty, handsy bastards.
"When I get you back, I swear to God you won't have to work at that club any longer. We can take a family vacation. Go somewhere fun. Take Cala on a boat or some shit. It'll be great, I promise." My voice wobbles with emotion. "I'm going to take care of you, sis. I always have."
"I'm a big girl," Chaeng says. "You don't have to always be there for me."
I hate that we're airing our laundry in front of Death and Nini, but I don't care in this moment. "I'll always be there for the two of you. I got you away from that mean ass bitch who shit us out, I can get you away from the one who holds you hostage too."
"I can handle Mr. Death," Chaeng sneers. "Don't worry about me."
"You're done here," Mr. Death barks out, taking back the phone. "I want a call when you reach Denver. You have twenty-four hours to make that call."
He hangs up and I stare at the phone.
"She's a survivor like you," Nini says. "There was conviction in her words."
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. "Chaeng always acts tough when she's scared."
"That's it," Nini argues, "she didn't seem scared. She sounded furious. Maybe she'll take him out."
Kuma yaps, wagging his tail.
"Maybe," I offer, not at all believing her words. "Regardless, we're going to get her away from him any way we can."
Nini smooths out a wrinkle on her dress and bites on her bottom lip. I'd love to suck that lip into my mouth, but she seems troubled.
"What?"
"I've just been thinking."
"Yeah, squirrel girl, did it hurt?"
She snorts and swats at me. "I'm quite the thinker, I'll have you know. Momma and I used to be Wheel watchers. You know what that is? Wheel of Fortune? I once submitted Momma's name for an audition to be on the show. She'd been thrilled when we got the phone call…" She drifts off. Oddly enough, I think there's a point to her random tangent this time, so I hold still. "When she found out it was in California, she made her serious, angry face and hung up."
"Momma wasn't a Cali girl?"
"She never let me out of Teterboro. Not the Big Apple, which was literally a hop, skip, and a jump away. Not Washington DC when I begged to go there for a school trip." She sighs. "I was the only kid who didn't get to go. And not even to Hershey, Pennsylvania, which was super close too. Momma was a huge chocolate lover, yet she still wouldn't go."
I give her an imploring look because she's losing me.
"Each time, she'd say, 'Sugar, you're meant to stay right here with your momma where it's safe.'" Her lips purse and she lifts both brows as though that's the punchline of her joke or whatever the fuck this is.
"So your mom kept you in the bubble. Nice. You ready to find someplace to sleep for the night?"
Her brows furrow. "You're not listening. With California, she was angry. Scared. Upset. The other times, she was sad. Whatever was out west, she didn't want any part of. Wheel of Fortune was one of her favorite shows, but even the chance to be on it wasn't enough to entice her out of Teterboro."
"You think your momma was hiding from someone?"
She nods. "What if Mr. Death wanted to hurt her? What if she was hiding us from him all along and he somehow found out where we lived?"
"If Mr. Death is Vinnie like you think," I say, "then that means he's a mobster. According to Wikipedia. You're saying your mom was running from the mob? Why?"
"Oh my God," she says with a gasp. "Mr. Death killed Daddy."
I gape at her. "Why do you think that?"
"It's the only thing that makes sense. Daddy died when I was a baby, Momma has been on the run all these years, and now I'm being kidnapped—no offense—to be brought to Mr. Death. Why? Am I a consolation prize? Does he want to kill me too?"
Fat crocodile tears form in her pretty eyes and rage burns hot throughout me. The very thought of someone wanting to kill her makes me want to kill everyone to protect her.
"I won't let him hurt one hair on your head."
"Promise?"
"It's a guarantee. Come on. Let's find somewhere a little more comfortable so I can hold you," I murmur, pulling her to me. I stand with her in my arms and walk through the small museum, looking for a place that will work. In the front lobby area is a sofa. I place her down and then admire her pretty face that's stained with tears. Kneeling in front of her, I take both hands, kissing her inside wrist on each hand.
"I know you kidnapped me, Lisa," she murmurs, her tears drying, "but I have always felt safe with you. Momma would have called it a hunch. I just knew you weren't going to hurt me."
I wonder if her momma knew I was going to fall for her instead…
"I'll never hurt you," I vow. "The moment I walked into your living room—"
"Actually, you hacked your way in with an ax—"
"I knew you were special in your '80s blue bathing suit—"
"It's a leotard!"
Kuma yaps, joining us in the lobby.
"I knew you were something special—something that needed to be protected and looked after. I just didn't know I would want to be that person." I gently push her dress up her thighs. "And now I know it. I know I'll be that person because you've gotten inside me, squirrel girl, like no one in my entire life ever has. It's exhilarating and scary as fuck."
"Why scary?" she breathes, her eyes dilated as she watches me with parted lips.
I kiss her bare thigh. "Because I'm afraid that at any moment, I'll blink and you'll be a cruel dream. Something I could only look at but never have." I run my tongue up her flesh, pushing her back against the cushions as I tease her near her panty line. "I'm looking at you, though, and you're still here."
"Still here," she murmurs.
With my eyes on hers, I pull on her panties and drag them down her thighs. They have cherries on them and are cute as hell. If I had more time—one day we will—I'd love to spend all day marveling over something as simple as her sweet cherry panties that smell like her. Carefully, I tug them off her glittery red shoes and throw them aside.
"Now what?" she squeaks.
"You know what."
And she does because her eyes flutter closed as she allows me to part her thighs. I waste no time and dive in to lick her. She tastes like hope and passion and mine. I devour every inch of her perfect pussy, loving the way she jolts each time I suck on her clit. She whines when I slide a finger inside her tight heat. Nini is wet and primed, ready to take me. I'm not leaving this museum until I've made her officially mine. Curling my finger up, I seek out her G-spot as I tease circles around her clit. She whimpers and jolts, eagerly chasing her orgasm. I pleasure her right off the proverbial cliff and revel in the way she explodes.
"I need you, Lisa, please," she begs.
Her begging is my undoing. I'm a fucking teenager again as I rip off my shirt and jeans, eager to pounce on her. She manages to remove her dress and toss it away. Her bra is red like the cherry panties and my dick literally fucking jumps for joy because it's sexy as hell.
"Take your bra off," I order, "but leave the shoes on, Dorothy."
She laughs and it's adorable. "Are you the Tin Man?"
"I'm Iron Man."
"Iron Man isn't in the movie!"
"Oh?" I tease as I shove my boxers down and take my cock into my hand.
"Ohhhh," she murmurs. "Wow."
I smirk. "You like what you see?"
"It's…I don't…wow."
"You already said that."
"Jumping jelly beans, I'll say it again because it needs to be repeated!"
Kuma yaps and yaps.
"This isn't for doggie eyes, Bingmeister," I holler over my shoulder.
He growls but then his little toenails scratch along the tile floors as he scurries off.
"You sent my dog away," she huffs in faux irritation.
"Princess dogs don't need to see Oz porn."
"Lisa!"
"I'm protecting his virtue."
"What about mine?" she mutters as I lay her down on the sofa.
I kiss her mouth as I settle between her spread thighs. Her cunt is slick with her arousal. Slowly, I tease her by rubbing against her opening with the tip of my dick.
"Maybe I'm the lion," I say, "because I'm feeling pretty damn feral. Your virtue is the last thing on my mind right now." I nip at her bottom lip, smiling.
"Mmm," she moans. "What's on your mind then?"
"Fucking beautiful you in your Dorothy shoes," I say with a chuckle.
Her smile fades and her eyes flash with worry. "Will it hurt? Freaking?"
Freaking.
Adorable goddamn woman.
Growing serious, I shake my head at her. "Not if I can help it." With our eyes locked together, I slowly inch into her. Out and then in, coating my cock with her juices, each press inside her taking me deeper. She's tight as hell and I know it's going to hurt no matter how slow I go.
I make a decision.
One hard thrust, stealing her innocence with one quick move.
Her mouth opens as she cries out, but I silence her with a deep, owning kiss. She's mine. I can feel it down to my fucking toes. Life's been cruel to me, but this, this is anything but cruel. This is a reward. Her nails scrape down my biceps, producing a burn that I know matches the one between her thighs. I slide out of her and then thrust again. This time, I slide home much easier.
Over and over and over.
Our tongues thrash and duel, desperate for the other.
I grip her breast and tweak her nipple before sliding my hand between us. She whimpers when I rub my finger against her sensitive clit. Her body clenches around my dick, making me see stars of pleasure.
"Lisa," she whimpers. "Oh…my…" She screams out God's name when I bring her to ecstasy one more time. I'm maddened with the need to claim her that I almost don't pull out in time. My nuts seize up, jetting cum out as I slip from her warmth, and I coat her red pussy with the evidence of my release. Slowly, I stroke my cock that's soaked with her arousal as I drain every last drop, drizzling her cunt like icing on a sweet cherry roll. Fucking yum.
"Holy crap," she breathes. "That was…"
"Fucking amazing?"
"I was going to say messy."
I bark out a laugh. "Thanks, babe. Way to emasculate me seconds after I just had the best sex of my life."
"Best sex, huh?" she asks, arching a brow in a playful way.
"I'll have to do it again in about twenty-seven minutes to be certain."
"Twenty-seven minutes?" Her breasts jiggle as she laughs.
Fuck.
My dick jolts back to life.
"Better make that twenty-seven seconds."
When she sees my cock, bobbing back to life, still dripping with my release, she shakes her head. "W-What? Again? I feel like you split me open. I need to recover."
I give her a faux pout. "But your pussy is as magical as the red shoes you're wearing."
"There's no place like home," she whispers.
Pouncing on her, I kiss her mouth hard. She only whines for a second when I push into her again.
The beautiful, sweet, hilarious girl was right.
There's no place like home.
And I'm about to get a fucking doormat that says "mine" and camp right at her feet.
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