“I can’t do this.” I slow down and start to pull out.
“Please, you’re the only person I ever wanted to be with. They stole that from me. Took it all away. Don’t reject me. I couldn’t bear it.” She kisses me this time.
My brain stops thinking, and my body takes over. My heart cracks open and swallows us whole. I pour every ounce of love I have into her, and she returns it. She cums with tears in her eyes, and I’m not sure if they’re happy or sad, but I fuck her right into another orgasm, so that isn’t the only one she has to think about.
I follow right behind her cumming so far inside her she might be able to taste it.
When I finally pull away and drop her legs to the ground, she looks thoroughly Ravished. Her dress is ruined, makeup smeared, and hair disheveled. She is the picture-perfect, freshly fucked woman of my dreams, and I can’t fucking keep her!
“Do you know where the clubhouse is?” She smirks and nods as she tries to fix her appearance in the reflection of a dirty window.
“Good, nine p.m. Prez needs a word.” Her eyebrow arches in question, but I shrug.
“I have no idea. We’ll find out together.” Silence fills the alley as we stare at one another.
“Together.” She takes two steps away, and my arm reaches out to stop her, but she spins at the last second and grabs my cut, dragging me down to her level.
“That’s not the last time you’re fucking me.” She leaves a soft kiss on my lips before disappearing into the shadows again, leaving me standing alone with my dick still wet and my fucking heart in my hands.
“Shit.” I tuck myself away and fix my hands before moving to the opening of the alley where I left my Harley.
Before mounting it, I send a text to Prez to let him know the meeting is on.
Meetings a go.
She give you any trouble?
I laugh at that one cause yeah, she did, and it’s currently drying on my dick and dripping out of her pussy.
FUCK!
She’s a woman, ain’t she?
I pocket my phone and start my bike. I get that feeling of being watched again and glance over my shoulder. I look up at the building’s windows and catch a movement.
I put on my helmet and take off, knowing that at the very least she’s worried about my life. She’s been worried about me all this time, which means I wasn’t the only one obsessed.
I can work with that.
19
JOEL
“Thank you for coming, Helena.” She’s wearing an all-black leather bodysuit that reminds me of Catwoman, and she’s holding a helmet under her arm.
“I figured this attire would blend in better with your crowd and draw less attention. Besides, I don’t get much time to ride my Ducati.” I watch Twister white knuckling the edge of the table as I take her hand and shake it.
“You ride?” I point to the empty chair next to my VP ‘cause seating her anywhere else might lead to murder by the look in his eyes.
“Thank you, but I’ll stand. This won’t take long. Yes, I’ve been riding for years.” She does move closer to Twister, and he seems to relax.
But just a little.
“I’ve gathered that you would like my help to infiltrate my late husband’s connections for the virgin auction. I’m here to tell you I can’t help. But I can get you the means to an invitation to the next one held in Philadelphia.” I watch Twister grab her calf and hold her as if he’s afraid she’s going to make a run for it.
“That would definitely help, but we want to plant someone inside the auction.” Her spine stiffens, and the color drains from her face.
“I beg your pardon?” I see her reach for her jacket, and Twister moves fast.
