Chapter 38
With a smirk, I slid out of my jacket and undid the cuffs and top button of my dress shirt. Wren watched me the entire time, her blue eyes darting from my hands to my throat to my cock straining against my slacks. She bit her bottom lip, then looked away.
“You can look, you know,” I said as I settled onto the couch beside her. She swung her head back to look at me. “You should be able to look at what you cause.”
Her mouth parted slightly before she shook herself. “Believe me, I know exactly what I cause.”
There was a good foot between us on the couch, and it was a foot too wide as far as I was concerned. Taking her by surprise, I reached across and lifted her effortlessly, settling her on my knee. She wrapped one arm around my neck as she tried to get her balance back, and I shook my head when she tried to pull away. Curling my fingers around the base of her skull and the other on her upper thigh, I settled back, enjoying the way she felt. Although she had stiffened at the initial contact, she was slowly relaxing.
When I was sure she wouldn’t bolt, I swept my hand on her thigh up a little higher, skimming the fingertips under the frayed hem of her shorts.
“We should discuss what’s going to happen,” she said softly. “If I agree to this.” If? Fuck, no.
I needed her to agree to this.
I needed that two weeks.
If she needed more convincing, then I would persuade her tonight because there was no way I was leaving without getting something for my good deed.
I could press her for that later.
For now…
“Yes.” I always wanted to know what the terms were. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I was getting and what I had to give. “The original offer of Hawk’s debt being wiped still stands.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, her fingers stilling. “And the deal with the bookie?”
I was a bastard for twisting this. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her, to slide my tongue into her mouth and make her grind on my lap. “I’ll get rid of the bookie, but I need something from you in return.”
“What?”
“Tonight. You give me all of you tonight in whatever way I want, and I’ll take that additional debt on.”
She mulled that over for a beat. “I need to hear the conversation between you two for myself. I need to know.”
Smart woman. I stood up quickly, taking her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging to me. My dick jerked against her core, and her eyes slid shut. I felt around for my phone in my jacket pocket, then returned to the couch, settling us back down again. Wren’s breathing had grown erratic in that short trip, the sound of her sharp panting making me fantasize about what she would sound like while I was pounding into her.
“What’s his name?”
“Do you have everyone on speed dial?” she asked.
“His name.”
“Frank White. Do you know him?”
I didn’t bother to answer her question. I knew everyone, and everyone knew me. I pulled up Frank’s number, hit dial, then put it on speaker so Wren could hear.
“Rivera, how’s the pussy business,” the guy answered after a couple of rings.
“Good. How’s the bookie business?”
“Fucking fantastic. I had some asshole bet twenty thou on a race I’d fixed,” he told me, laughing. I ground my teeth, working my jaw to stop myself from tearing the guy a new asshole.
“Yeah, about that guy… Hawk Montana is his name, right?”
There was the sound of fingers flying across a keyboard before he said, “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“I need you to wipe that debt.”
“What the fuck, Rivera. I don’t come into your business and tell you-”
I cut off his fucking tirade. “Frank, you’ll get paid, but you won’t be chasing Montana for it. I’ll transfer the cash to you after I get off the phone.”
“I don’t know, Rivera…”
The fucker was fishing for more. With gritted teeth, I added, “I’ll give you a one-month pass to
The Dollhouse… unlimited access.”
“Now, that’s more like it,” Frank replied. “Deal. Send me the money in the next ten. Otherwise, I’m sending my guy after Montana in the morning like I was planning to.”
I hung up and then clicked into my banking app. I had accounts everywhere, some legit, some not so legit, but they all worked for me. I transferred the twenty grand to Frank’s account, then logged out.
A minute later, a text from Frank said he got the money, and he’ll see me tomorrow night for his first day with my Dolls.
“Done,” I told Wren. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain. Now it’s your turn.” I needed to be in her cunt tonight. Denial was only good for so long.
She worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
When I saw her hesitation, I added, “Think of this as a free pass. We’re both simply getting what we want here. One night of pleasure, and if you don’t want to take my offer after that, then I won’t pursue you again. You can try to deny this attraction, Little Bird, but I know you want me to fuck you, and I can’t go another day without tasting you again. Just let me bury myself in your cunt because that’s all I’ve been able to think about since last night. Then tomorrow, we can figure out a way for you to see that my word is worth more than a piece of paper.”
Her fingers tightened in my hair, where she was playing with it at the nape of my neck. Her gaze darted from my eyes to my mouth.
Yes, she wanted that too.
One night of my tongue in her sucking, licking, biting.
One night of my cock inside her.
Bringing her to fucking orgasm over and over again.
Without waiting for another word out of her mouth, I kissed her roughly, sliding my tongue into her waiting and willing mouth. She opened even more widely for me, allowing me inside her. I stroked at her tongue, eliciting soft moans from her throat. My heart hammered in my chest as I took what I wanted from her. And she gave it all. Freely.
Breaking away, I slid Wren from my lap and deposited her onto the couch roughly, watching the way her breasts bounced under her shirt with force.
“Move to the other end,” I commanded, pulling the tails of my shirt out of my slacks. I unbuttoned it quickly, then dropped it to the floor before working on my belt. Wren’s eyes widened when she heard the sound of the buckle coming loose. I slid it free of the loops in my pants, folding the leather over on itself until I had a short whip of sorts. I slapped it against my palm, enjoying the way Wren’s breathing increased.
“Like that, baby?” I asked, my voice low and graveled.
She moaned and bit her bottom lip. I groaned. There was no fucking way I could take my time with her. Next time, maybe, but tonight, I had to take her like I wanted. Rough. Savage. Unrelenting.
I unbuttoned my pants and stepped out of them.
Wren’s gaze dropped to my bare cock already waiting for her. She swallowed and sat up, reaching for me. I shook my head, making her pause. Taking a seat on the couch, I motioned for her to get up.
“Strip for me.”
She sank her teeth into her lip again as she thought about it. I was about to bark another command when she popped the button, slid the zipper down on her shorts, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. She shimmied out of the denim, kicking them to the side. My eyes roamed all over her smooth thighs, but what I needed to see was being hidden by the shirt. I glanced at her face.
Pulling the hem up over her head, she took off her shirt, leaving her in white lace panties and a matching bra. My dick jerked violently against my stomach, drawing her eyes. They widened a little, lust blowing out her pupils. I stroked myself while she watched, the desire for her plowing through me like a fucking freight train through a snowdrift. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman I wanted so much. Not like this.
“I want to see everything, Little Bird,” I told her, my voice low and rough. Fuck, I needed to get myself back under control.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders. I took in the beauty of her tits and knew that was where I wanted to dedicate some time. With my free hand, I motioned for her to lose the panties too. She did, and when she stood again, I drank in my fill.
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Wren Montana was a fucking queen, and I wanted her to be mine.