In Too Deep, Book 3, Part 4

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So I'm into the very last leg of this book (and as such, the last leg of the entire trilogy). However, I've already written more in this book than either of the other two books, and I'm wondering if the total will be equivalent books one and two combined. We'll see. It's the story that needs to be told, word count be damned.

Chapter 23: Solntse

“I don’t like it,” Ty said.

We were back at Ty’s, where we did most of our planning to avoid any unwanted surveillance. “I’ve done what he’s asked,” Amanda said. “And now he wants to see me.”

“It could be a trap,” he said. “Or, I don’t know… he could harm you somehow.”

“I’ll have the two of you there on surveillance.”

Ty was adamant. “And what if he moves? What if we can’t follow? No, it’s a bad idea.”

Amanda set her jaw. We both knew her well enough to know when she was digging in. Ty turned to me. “David, you think it’s a bad idea too, right?”

“Probably, but there aren’t many good ones left.” We also both knew that there was no talking her out of something when she set her mind to it.

“See? David gets it,” Amanda said.

“But you can’t go alone,” I added before she could run with it. “He’s too erratic, and Ty’s right. What if he moves locations? What if we can’t tail you?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know, honey, but it’s okay to get help, too. I know Julia’s not always been there to have your back, but we aren’t Julia.”

Ty gave me an appreciative nod as he watched me navigate Amanda’s stubbornness in a way that he couldn’t. “I’ll go,” he offered. “I can be your bodyguard. Maybe a bouncer from a previous club.”

It made sense. Ty had the experience and the training. Ty also had the alpha male cockiness to pull off that story. But I was tired of being the man that things happen to. Kozlov may love being the voyeur, but I was over being sidelined. My heart started to race before I even realized what I was going to say.

“No, I’ll go.” Amanda turned to me, lifting a brow at my offer, even as a smile tugged at her lips. “I have to go.”

Ty frowned as he looked between the two of us, hands on his hips. “Now this,” he declared, “I really don’t like.”

“Should I get the wig out again?” I asked Amanda, ignoring Ty entirely.

Amanda’s smile broadened. “Actually, I was thinking we cut it all the way down.”

“Like a military buzz? Never done that, either.”

Amanda was already touching my thick, dark hair. “Yeah, I think it could be really sexy.” Her fingers drifted down to my cheek, where I hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. “Leave this, though. Goes with the backstory.”

She leaned in and kissed me.

Ty said, “You know he’s more of a liability right?”

“That’s one way to look at it,” she said, her eyes never leaving mine. “Or his presence is exactly what I need.” At last, she looked at Ty. “This makes sense. This is how it needs to be.”

Ty looked between us, ready to continue to object, then shrugged. “Fine. But let the record show that I object.”

“Noted. Now,” she turned to me, “let’s transform you one more time.”

***

“Okay, here goes.” Amanda squeezed my knee before she slipped out of the car. I followed right behind her, taking in my surroundings the way a bodyguard would. 

Amanda really could use a bodyguard in a place like this. A dingy sign on the edge of the L-shaped parking lot read, “Del Ray’s Motor Lodge,” just above another that advertised, “Cash accepted.” The two-story motel looked like the kind of place that didn’t ask questions. Unfortunate, since we had so many.

Amanda looked the part of a drug-dealer mobster’s stripper girlfriend. She wore a tiny pair of cheerleader shorts, tall red high heels, and a tight, red half-shirt that left her stomach bare and clung to her large tits. As she ascended the outdoor stairs to the second landing, I couldn’t help checking out her ass in those shorts—gray with white piping and so short that her ass cheeks hung out of the bottoms.

If things went south, I reminded myself, or if I felt uncomfortable, I could use the safeword—“Columbia”. Ty, who was listening in on us through the wire that was hidden in Amanda’s purse, would rush in. Amanda would spring into action.

But that wasn’t going to be necessary, I told myself. This was all going to be fine, just perfectly fine.

I had some kind of pistol, a sleek semi-automatic—with the serial numbers filed off and the handle tightly wrapped in masking tape—and which of course I’d never fired before—one of Ty’s that he’d given to me to further my disguise as bodyguard. It wasn’t lost on me, though, that I would be the one needing guarding here. I was a prop.

We moved up to the door of the room that Nikolai Kozlov had told Amanda he was hiding out in. I glanced up and down the rows of windows as she knocked. All of the rooms had their curtains drawn against the high, California sun.

No one answered, and Amanda glanced over at me, her expression masked behind a pair of large, dark sunglasses. Still, I knew the signs—the way she tapped her heeled foot on the concrete landing, the way she rocked her head from side to side like she was listening to music that wasn’t there. She was nervous.

Ty was right. We didn’t know what waited behind this door. We didn’t know if this was a trap. We didn’t know if Amanda’s cover was blown. All we knew was that the man was still at-large, his network dismantled, and he needed help.

“Nick?” she called, leaning close to the door. “Nicky, you there?”

She knocked again. No one answered.

I swallowed, getting more nervous. I looked around again, searching the storefronts on the other side of the street. There was a coin op laundromat, a shuttered body shop, and a Dollar General. It wasn’t a neighborhood that we came to often. I’m not sure what I expected to find—a sniper on the rooftop, a gang of angry Russians pouring out of one of those doors? Instead, I saw nothing but the ripple of heat rising off the broken asphalt of the street.

Amanda kept her composure, turning her back to the door and looking at me. She pulled out her phone and typed. “Okay, if you’re not going to answer the door, I’ll just text you.”

The monologue was mostly for Ty, but I appreciated it, too. I was freaking out inside and doing everything I could to hold it in.

Amanda knocked at the door one more time, shrugged, and said to me, “Guess he’s not home.”

I nodded, and she went over to the railing that looked out over the cracked parking lot. With her phone out, leaning over the railing, she thumbed away at her phone—pretending to call an Uber, when really she was texting Ty. A moment later, he arrived in a fake, black rideshare car.

We started for the stairs. A part of me was relieved that this hadn’t worked out. Between girding myself for the explosive reunion of these two and worrying about fucking the whole operation up, I was a basketcase. I started to relax as each curtained window passed by.

Before we reached the stairs, though, another door, separate from the one that she’d been knocking at, opened. Someone stepped out, grabbed me by the arm, and wrenched me inside. Pain screamed through my arm as I was flung into the dark room.

“What the—?” I grunted as I felt something cold and hard press against the back of my head.

“Nicky, no! He’s a friend!” screamed Amanda.

“I do not know this man,” came the cold, accented voice of Nikolai Kozlov.

In the very back of my head, I thought, Okay, that’s good, at least he doesn’t recognize me. The rest of my mind was screaming, OH FUCK OH FUCK!

Amanda shut the door behind her, going to his side. “Honey, baby, it’s okay. I brought him because I was worried. He’s—”

“Armed,” Nikolai said, pulling my gun from its shoulder holster.

“He’s my protection,” Amanda said, speaking to him the way an animal trainer speaks to an angry dog. “Trust me, baby. You trust me, right?”

Mercifully, I felt him lower the gun. I didn’t stop tensing though.

“You can lower your arms, Dave,” Amanda said. I hadn’t even realized that I had them in the air on either side of me. “And Nicky, what happened to your beautiful hair, baby?”

I turned gingerly, still ready to feel a bullet in my skull. I needn’t have worried. Amanda had his full attention now, running her hands over his cleanly shaved head and smooth cheeks. Despite the darkness, he was wearing sunglasses, and she pulled them up so that she could look him in the eyes.

“I had to cut it off,” he said. “I was too recognizable.”

“I don’t hate the look,” she said, pulling him close. When they kissed, I felt the now very familiar mixture of angst and excitement. “It’s kind of sexy.”

He nodded, going back to the motel room’s door and latching the chains. He pulled the curtains aside to scan the parking lot before nodding in satisfaction. “You come alone, yes?”

“Just the two of us,” Amanda said.

Kozlov nodded. Now that I was mostly over freaking out, I could really take in the scene. It wasn’t good. Kozlov’s eyes were sunken. He wore a white button down that looked slept in, and was barefooted in his slacks.

“Did you bring it?” he asked, licking his lips.

“As requested,” Amanda said, reaching into her purse. She retrieved the large baggy of white powder and passed it over to him. “This came at a cost.”

“Of course it did,” he said, opening the bag to dip a fingernail in. He huffed a small pile off of his fingertip, let his head loll backward, eyes closed, and sighed. “I bet you enjoyed paying it, too, yes?”

“You know me so well, baby.”

After another sniff, he seemed to relax more, falling back into the controlled persona that I’d watched in the clubs. “You are divine, my solntse,” he said, pulling her close and kissing her again. I stood there, uncertain what to do, shifting from foot to foot and trying my best not to touch my tightening pants.

“Did I go to the wrong room?” she asked. “Oh, shit, speaking of, I need to cancel my Uber.”

“Let him wait. Fuck him,” Nikolai Kozlov said.

“You’d like me to do that, wouldn't you?”

Kozlov chuckled. “I have missed you.”

“What’s going on, baby?” Amanda said. “You going to tell me?”

Kozlov looked at me warily. Amanda headed off the conversation by floating over to me. “This is Dave. You can trust him, baby,” she said, running a hand along my shoulder. There was no missing the twinge of aroused jealousy that tightened in Kozlov’s face. I recognized it, because I’d just felt it myself. “He used to work the front door at the Spearmint Rhino.”

“And why is he here?”

It was a good question. Amanda had her readied response. “You said you needed muscle, and Dave’s got plenty of those.” She squeezed my bicep and batted her lashes at me.

Kozlov looked skeptical. “I need Sammy 9Pole and his crew, not a man who can be disarmed by my babushka.”

“But Dave has other… skills,” she said, sidling closer to me. Kozlov licked his lips, just as much addicted to being cuckolded as he was to the coke. “And he can look quite intimidating, don’t you think?” She trailed her hand up my chest and across my scruffy cheek. “Besides, Sammy said that things had changed, and that he was exploring other offers. What’s he mean, honey?”

Kozlov spat something in Russian. I didn’t need to speak the language to recognize a string of curse words. “It means Chechen kozy get to him.” And even with my limited Russian, I recognized the word for “goats”: prison slang for a combination of “asshole/motherfucker.” The things you pick up working as a contract lawyer in L.A. these days.

Kozlov plopped down into a chair, dipped two fingers into his baggie again, and this time began to use them to scrub his gums, as if they were a makeshift toothbrush, and the coke on them was Crest. After another long sigh, he reclined and stared at the ceiling in thought. While his mind was elsewhere, Amanda slipped the AirTag into my hand and went to him. “We’ll get through this, honey. What can I do to help you? I can deliver a message to someone.”

She slipped into his lap, blocking his line of sight to me. With my hands shaking, I looked around, found his duffle bag, and slipped the small tracker into a side pocket. It wasn’t sophisticated, but it was the best we could do with the resources and time that we had.

He tapped some coke out onto the back of his hand and offered it to Amanda. She shook her head. “I may have sampled some before meeting up with you.”

“Naughty girl,” he said before sniffing it up. “I have lost my people,” he lamented with a sigh.. “But I have not lost my power. They will pay. This is not the first time I have had to fight.” He sounded a lot more alive now, pumped up. “And look at you, my solntse, my sunshine, bringing me my manna from heaven.”

Amanda giggled. “Poor Nicky. Have you been hiding in this shithole, all alone, and totally sober?”

“It has been a nightmare,” he chuckled. “But now, I think that will change. You will help me change it.”

“What can I do?”

“We need to be careful,” he said. “It is not safe here. Your government wants me dead. They nearly got their wish when they came to arrest me.”

“What?”

“They just opened up. No warning. And it was one of my own dancers, too! That suka Misty. She was playing me. I do not know who else was.” Misty, or Agent Mia Moore, although even I knew it was weird that they’d send her to pick up Kozlov.

“Misty was 5-0?” Amanda sounded so convincing.

“Or something. Maybe FBI? DEA? I do not know.”

“And she tried to kill you?”

“Her partner did. Not very professional, but Nikolai is strong. I have many lives.”

Amanda couldn’t resist glancing at me at this revelation. That did address one outstanding question: Kozlov definitely wasn’t working with a mole inside of the FBI.

“You know you can trust me, right?” Amanda said.

“You are all that I have left.”

“So what can I do to help?” Amanda kissed him gently. “We should bail, right? You must have contacts outside of LA.”

“I do, yes. But first, I want payback.” He squeezed the bag of cocaine. “No one betrays Nikolai Kozlov and lives.”

“You’re going to need more help than an out-of-work stripper and an ex-bouncer.” I could see the hunger in Amanda’s eyes, and silently cautioned her not to lead him too strongly. She was practically licking her lips as she suggested, “Maybe these contacts can help?”

“Oh yes, my sweet. They will, they will.” If he still had his beard, he’d be stroking it, his eyes far off as he imagined his revenge. Instead, he poured some more coke out onto his hand and ratcheted his high up even more. When he refocused on Amanda, his eyes were wild with fire. “And you will help me, my solntse.” He kissed her neck. “But first, we fuck.”

***

“Uhh! Uhh!” Amanda’s moans gathered steam. I could hear the creaking springs of the cheap motel mattress as Kozlov drove into her. It wasn’t a large room. There wasn’t a separate bedroom for them to get privacy in, so I made due by standing close to the curtains near the front, peeking out, feeling the LA heat radiate through them as I listened to my wife fuck another man.

I thought that I was prepared for this moment. It wasn’t the first time that I’d watched her take another cock, and this was far from the most extreme of scenarios. But this was Nikolai Kozlov, a man that she still referred to as “Nick” and who’d ostensibly been her boyfriend while she was apart from me.

The kissing had been the hardest thing to listen to, deep and intimate and voracious. I now knew what reclamation sex felt like, and what was going on behind me was definitely that.

“Fuck, fuck!” Kozlov started to groan. It took me a moment to realize that he was frustrated, not aroused. I turned to look, worried that he was about to get violent. “This fucking coke,” he barked.

He was only semi-erect as he rolled off of her. “It’s okay, baby,” Amanda reassured, wrapping her hand around his dick. “Just relax. You’ve had a hard week.”

Kozlov saw me looking, and terror rolled through me. He wasn’t the kind of man who liked to show weakness, and ED was the ultimate failing for a man like this.

But that wasn’t why he was looking at me. Staring right at me, but addressing Amanda, he said. “I do not want you to suck my cock. I want you to suck his.”

Amanda swung her attention to me, her eyes sparkling at the offer. “Oh, I don’t know. Won’t you get jealous?”

“Yes. That is the point. Now suck him.”

Amanda hopped off of the bed, her tits bouncing, her nude body rising before me. If she wasn’t my wife, I would have been intimidated enough to flee. Even still, my heart rate kicked up as I took her in—tits, hips, shaved pussy, tanning bed complexion.

“I seem to recall Dave had a nice dick,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me.

“You have history,” Kozlov stated.

Amanda unzipped my trousers. I was so hard. She looked up at me with laughing eyes. “Oh yes, we have a little history.” She wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking it slowly, maintaining that epic eye contact. “You know how much I love strong men with big cocks.”

I wasn’t sure if that was directed at me or Kozlov. It didn’t matter. A moment later, her lips were wrapped around me and it was all I could do not to blast down her throat. I’d had many blowjobs over the years from Amanda—more recently than usual—but this one topped them all. It was like being cuckolded by myself—I was not me, but I was also definitely me. It helped that Amanda sucked my dick like Raven, taking me deep, gagging on me as she stroked my cockhead with her throat muscles. This was a live version of her blowjob video.

“Yes,” Kozlov encouraged. “Yes, this is it. This is what I need.”

The sloppier the blowjob, the harder Kozlov got. I looked up, seeing him beating off, his dick once again hard. To my surprise, despite his larger-than-life presence, I was actually bigger than the man. I felt a surge of something that I hadn’t felt in a long time—confidence. I became someone else, I became the kind of guy who got blowjobs from hot women in front of other men.

Reaching down, I grabbed Amanda’s head and started to use her. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull back or complain. If anything, she redoubled her efforts, even as I began to pump her head.

“Yes, yes,” Kozlov said. “Use her. She loves it. She loves getting skull-fucked. Trust. Trust.”

My fist tightened in her dark hair—something that I’d never done before. I thrust forward until my pubes touched her lips and she choked. First instinct was to apologize. Second was to double down on the aggressive face fuck. I thought of all the men she’d been with while she was away, and how easily she’d slipped into that role. I could do the same.

Ungh, ungh, ungh, she gagged as I used her. She never looked away or closed her eyes, even as they watered, mascara tracking dark streaks down her cheeks.

“Is that true?” I asked, yanking her back by the hair. It was like someone else was speaking through me. “You like a rough BJ?”

“I like a rough everything,” she said without missing a beat.

I pulled her to her feet and turned her around, pushing her over to the bed. Kozlov was there, shifting back, making room as she crawled on. “Someone can’t wait to see me get fucked,” she said as she wrapped her hand around Kozlov’s dick. Over her shoulder, to me, “Condoms in my purse.” 

It was an odd thing to wear a condom when fucking my wife. We’d talked about it before coming here and knew that this was a possibility. Even still, as I rolled the latex onto my dick, it was kind of like putting on yet another mask.

I watched her sucking off Nikolai Kozlov as I slowly stripped out of my clothes, and suddenly felt like I was the one in control here. Kozlov may have been the man with the criminal background, but I had the power now. Nothing flexed that power more than when I unshouldered my pistol rig and tossed it onto the chair before peeling my shirt off.

I’d never considered myself a gym rat or a stud. I wasn’t a bro. I was a bookish nerd. But there was no doubt that I was in good shape now, and when Kozlov looked at me, he didn’t see the contract specialist lawyer but a man who could be a bouncer.

Taking that energy, I moved into place behind Amanda, who was on all fours, lined my dick up, and rammed forward.

“Oh, yes!” Amanda cried as her face squished up against Nikolai’s body, his dick popping free of her mouth. “He feels so… big!”

“Just the way you like it,” I shocked myself by saying. Then, I shocked myself again by spanking her. She hissed with excitement. “Don’t you?”

“I’ve always loved your dick, baby.”

“Don’t leave your man hanging,” I said, staring as her raven tattoo danced. “Start sucking him, Ray.”

Amanda’s pussy tightened around my cock as she gasped and obeyed. Such a bad girl. Such a slut. I spanked her again, this time leaving a red mark on her right ass cheek. I fucked her like I was trying to drive Kozlov’s dick through her neck, and like a thoroughbred whore, she took it all.

Kozlov was the first to yield in the threesome, blasting his come down Amanda’s throat. I didn’t relent, didn’t let up even as she choked and swallowed down the man’s come. Before she was fully recovered, I yanked out of her, flipped her onto her back, and mounted her as Kozlov watched, spent and weak.

He wanted to see Amanda get fucked? I could do that.

Amanda watched with delight as I opened up her legs, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she nodded at me. Raven and Dave fell away. We were Amanda and David again, partners, lovers, and now performers.

“Yes, give me that dick,” my wife sighed as I pushed back into her. I leaned forward, needing to feel the contact of her tits and torso against my chest. She welcomed my touch, clawing at my back as I drove into her again and again. She hissed, her moans loud in my ear. “Fuck me,” she cried. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

My abs and thighs burned as I fucked her, but I wasn’t going to stop or relent. I could feel Kozlov’s eyes burning into us, his jealousy as palpable as an open furnace. After you cum while watching, that’s when the insecurities come rushing back. The thought, Kozlov’s palpable angst and jealousy, all of it, only spurred me on, driving me to go harder and longer. Amanda’s orgasms were real. The way she twisted and writhed beneath me were authentic. He knew it, and deep down, he knew that he couldn’t do this for her.

It was a risk. A random bouncer from her past shouldn’t have this much chemistry with her, but fuck all that. I couldn’t help myself. We couldn’t help ourselves.

“Ngh! AH!”

I started kissing her as we neared the end of our torrid run. She kissed me back, desperate and wet. We maintained as long as we could, right up until the moment where I pressed forward and started pumping my balls into that condom.

Amanda felt it, breaking the kiss to rock her head back and come like a volcano going off.

When it was over, the world around us returned—the dingy motel room, the drawn curtains, a wanted criminal staring at us hard. For the first time he looked at me with murder in his eyes, as if seeing me as an actual threat. My heart jumped as I realized just how far we’d pushed things.

Amanda defused the situation with a smile. “Told you he was a good bodyguard, Nicky, and a good partner to have. Now, how can we help?”

“There are some things that I need you to take care of for me,” he said to Amanda. “And while you do, leave him with me.”