I pull away from him. “Is everything okay?”
He tugs me back onto him. “Don’t fucking stop,” he says a little more aggressively. His body has stiffened; he’s not relaxed like he was before. Both his hands come to my hair now, and he uses them to control the pace he’s fucking my face with. I say fucking my face because he’s gone from letting me toy with him to rough and urgent, slamming me down onto him. “I’m going to cum, and you’re going to drink down every drop of it. You hear me?”
I nod. Tears spring to my eyes as I try to keep up with him and take his deep thrusts.
He grunts as he jerks forward one last time, filling my mouth with his cum. I drink it down, doing everything I can not to spill a drop. He pulls out of me, and his fingers come to my face, wiping up the saliva mixed with his cum, before he pushes his fingers back in my mouth. “Stay there,” he demands with such an edge to his voice, I do exactly as I’m told.
I feel him brush past, and then the distinct sound of a bath faucet gushing water fills the air. He comes back, and taking my hand in his, he helps me up to standing, helping me out of my bra, and hooking his thumbs in the side of my stockings. He rolls them down my legs one by one. His fingers fiddle with the straps of my shoes, and he helps me step out of them as well. His fingers glide back up my legs to the last remaining part of my outfit. He unclasps the suspender belt, then he scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom, delivering me straightinto the running bath. The water’s the perfect temperature, and the scent of jasmine combines to create calm after the crazy.
He strokes my hair over my shoulder tenderly. “Something important has come up, Princess. I’m going to leave, and when you hear the door close, you can take off your blindfold.”
Disappointment fills me. He has to leave. “Okay,” I say, trying not to sound as sad about it as I am. I thought we had the night, and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of him, make sure he really is who I think he is, and I was kind of hoping for the fucking of my life. If his dick is anywhere as talented as his fingers and mouth, he would have rocked my world.
His finger brushes over my lips. “Don’t pout or I will have to stick my cock back in your mouth and all hell will break loose in Ravens Hollow.”
“Okay,” I whisper, feeling way too emotional suddenly. But I think he’s already gone. The door clicks, and I know for sure I’m alone. Slipping off the blindfold, I sink down into the bath, trying to relax. Tonight, I made eight thousand dollars, and I didn’t even sleep with him. I should feel elated, but I’m not. I really am a greedy girl because I want more.
Chapter 14
Wicked Game
Istayinthebath longer than I probably should, but I’m trying to wrap my head around what on earth just happened. This night has been insane. From me dancing on the main stage and having a ball doing it, to Cruz showing up again, and whatever that was with, I think, Jagger. If it wasn’t him, it was someone who sounded just like him. The truth is, I don’t want to get out because then I have to go home and face reality. And after tonight, I’m not sure what that looks like. Will Cruz have thrown all my stuff out and locked me out of the apartment in a furious huff, or am I going to have to deal with him while he goes all psycho on me because I didn’t listento him? And then there is Jagger. How do I look him in the eyes again now that I know what his jizz tastes like and he’s seen me completely naked?
Ahh, how did I get myself into this mess in less than a week in this town? There are three reasons, three brothers, that are causing chaos in my life. Once I’m wrinkled to a prune, I let out the water and step out of the bath, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. Grabbing a plush towel, I stare back at my reflection. My hair is frizzy and all messed up, my make-up is smudged, my cheeks are pink, but my eyes are the brightest blue I have ever seen them. I look alive again after feeling dead inside for so long. With a warm washcloth, I wipe away what’s left of my make-up then dry myself off and head back into the room to find my lingerie. I find my bra, but no cute ribbon tie-up panties. I move some of the covers and pillows, but nothing. Did the dirty bastard keep them as a souvenir? It sure looks that way.
I find the dress and jacket I came here in this afternoon and put them all back on, since it will be cold out. Then I head out of the room with my heels and stockings in my hands. I rush through the back halls and straight into the dressing rooms. Another couple of girls are in here getting changed, but they don’t pay me any attention. I pop open my locker and exchange the heels I’m holding for my sneakers. Then I take the cash I stashed in here earlier and my phone.
“You coming for a drink before you head home?” one of the other girls, Bea I think her name is, asks, smiling at me.
“Maybe another night.” I return her smile.
“No worries, you’re probably exhausted. It takes a few weeks to get used to the shifts.”
“Yeah,” I lie. Truth is, I’m buzzing with electricity. I just don’t feel like drinking or hanging out with my co-workers.
Just like last night, when I turn around, Asher is waiting in the doorway for me, that damn cheeky smile that melts panties. “ChauffeurStryker, at your service.” He does a little bow for me, and I can’t help but laugh.
I stare up at him, wondering if he can see what I just did written all over my face. I really hope not, or this car ride home is going to be awkward. As we walk out of the VIP lounge, he wraps an arm around my shoulders. I can almost feel his nervous tension. Last night didn’t just shake me up but him as well. I wonder if he should even be driving today, that bump still looks nasty.
Lee follows us out and stands in the doorway, watching over us.
We dash through the parking lot and get straight into his BMW. As soon as we’re both safely inside, he locks the car and fires up the engine.
“Was Cruz super pissed when you asked him to leave?” I ask after we’re traveling safely down the road.
“Oh, you have no idea. It took Sloane to talk some sense into him. Even then, he left ready for a fight. Luckily, he was meeting his trainer down at the gym, to get rid of all that crazy. He has a big comp next week. You think Cruz is crazy? This guy is like fucked in the head; it’s going to be epic.”
“What kind of fighting does he do exactly?” I don’t really want to imagine it, but his Instagram page shows some of it. It’s almost hard to believe the same sweet guy who comforted me and showered me this morning is the same brutal beast who fights for sport.
“Cage fighting.”
My mouth opens, but it takes me a second to respond. “I’m not sure I want to know what that means.”
“Probably not. If you did have the stomach for it, you would be impressed. He’s unbeatable.” Asher smiles at me softly. “I know it’s shitty he’s being so overprotective of you, but he can’t help it.”
I sigh heavily. “Jagger told me what happened to your mother. I’m sorry, Ash, last night must have brought shit back up for you as well. But you both have to know I’m not her and this is different.”
“I know it is. But Cruz, he’s just sensitive when it comes to The Raven’s Nest. He holds so much guilt about what happened to our poor mom. Thinks if he had just been there, he could have saved her.”
