Belonging to the Hitman: Men of Ruthless Corp.

by Frankie Love

  "Actually, you didn't. She did," Flynn says, cocking a brow at Lucia as if they're in on something. Maybe they are, maybe this is all a setup.

  "Did you hire him to come here?" I ask her. "Did you find some stripper at the casino to pop my cherry?"

  She laughs. "Oh my God, I would never do that."

  Flynn frowns. "Would you do that?"

  "Do what?" I ask.

  "Would you sleep with a stranger?"

  "I thought that's what this whole thing was about," I say, laughing.

  "Do I feel like a stranger to you?" he asks.

  I shake my head. "Is it weird to say no?"

  He smiles. "No, Fifi, it's not." He hands Lucia my empty piña colada and his beer glass. "Sorry, Luce, we got to go."

  She laughs, loving this. My best friend has been waiting for me to get laid for a hell of a long time. It's like we're making her day. "What are you going to do?" I ask. "We're supposed to hang out tonight."

  "Don't worry about me," she says. "I'm sure there's some way I can pass the hours. Do you have any friends, Flynn? Any other bodyguards?"

  "Actually," he says, "I have a buddy, Tommy. He's coming in later."

  "Perfect. Fifi, text me the number of this bodyguard man, okay?"

  I laugh. "Okay."

  Flynn takes my hand. "See you later," he says to Lucia as we swim out of the pool.

  At the cabana, we pause as I grab my kaftan, throwing it on and sliding my feet into my flip-flops.

  At a lounge chair, he grabs his t-shirt. "You good?" he asks.

  I nod. "I think so."

  He smiles. "Good," he says, then he wraps an arm around my waist and he tilts my chin.

  His mouth lowers, meeting mine.

  I close my eyes. I let this man kiss me, already imagining all the other places I want his lips tonight.

  5

  Flynn

  In the elevator, Fiona tells me we need to text Lucia with Tommy’s phone number.

  “I don't have my phone on me,” I tell her. "I left it in the hotel room."

  She nods. "Okay. But we can't forget."

  I smile. "You're a good friend."

  She shrugs. "I try to be. I feel bad, I made plans with her and look at me now.”

  I chuckle. “In an elevator going to the room of a man you just met.”

  "You make it sound so sinister." She bites her bottom lip. "Should I be worried?"

  I shake my head. "No." I add, "I'll take care of you."

  Her cheeks redden, and her eyes flare with desire. "I believe you."

  "Good," I say. “Because I mean what I say, and say what I mean.” The elevator stops, the doors slide open and suddenly we're on my floor. I take her hand, leading the way.

  I don't want her to have to worry about a single thing. After all, she is this precious virgin whose mouth I just kissed. Whose hand is linked with mine. I don't want to fuck this up. I don't think I could ever forgive myself if I did. I want to make this moment special, memorable.

  At the door, I slide my room key in, unlocking it. We step inside, and I'm glad I got a suite. Though she doesn't seem too distracted by the details of the glamorous room: the velvet sofa, the gorgeous skyline, the immaculate wet bar. Instead, she pauses in front of the king-size bed, eyeing it with consideration.

  “What?" I ask.

  She shrugs. "It's just, I've been waiting my whole life for this moment and now it's here." She turns to face me.

  "Are you nervous?" I ask her.

  She shakes her head, smiling big, "No." She gives me a grin. "I'm excited." She lets her kaftan fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but that teeny tiny bikini. She sets her tote bag down, steps out of her flip-flops.

  "I feel overdressed," I tell her, tugging off my t-shirt. She giggles. "You want another drink?" I ask her, pointing to the bar in the corner.

  She shakes her head. "No, one drink is enough, besides, I want to be sober. I want to remember all of this, all of you."

  "So, tell me exactly what you think is going to happen."

  "A lot of things," she says. "Things I've always wanted. I never met the person I wanted to share my firsts with, until now."

  "You don't even know my last name."

  "Maybe last names don't matter," she says. "I mean, the moment I saw you in the pool…" She steps toward me, lowers her chin, lifts her eyes. Fuck, she's cute. "I felt something, didn't you?"

  I nod. "I did." Her hair is wet and wavy, her eyes sparkling as if we're still standing in the sun. "I think you're fucking gorgeous," I tell her, “and funny and sweet. I like you."

  She nods, looking up at me. "I like you too, Flynn." She runs a hand over my bare chest. "You work out a lot?"

  I shrug. "Yeah. It'll be great when we get that dog, taking her on runs. I can't wait.”

  She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Don't be ridiculous."

  "You don't want that with me?"

  She swallows. "I don't know if we're allowed to say that. Be completely honest like that."

  "You scared to say what you want?"

  She looks up at me, really looks at me. "I want you. I want you to make love to me. I want you to make me feel like...” She pauses, thinking. "I want you to make me feel like I'm yours, like I belong to you."

  "Fuck." I groan. "You belong to me, all right? And you're going to belong to me all night." I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her hard, deep, the kind of kiss she's been waiting for her whole fucking life.

  The kind of kiss I've been waiting for too, real and deep. Pulsing with heat, pleasure on both of our minds, on the tips of our tongues. She moans against me. I feel her tits against my chest, her nipples hard. My cock's hard too.

  I know she likes it because she grinds up against me, and she may be a virgin, but she is a whole ass woman. I squeeze her tits with my hand and she drops her head back, her eyes flickering open.

  "Lucia." She gasps, "Remember your friend, we need to text her his number."

  I laugh, shaking my head. "Really? You're going to pause for her in the middle of that kiss?"

  "Sorry. I don't break promises."

  I swallow, liking the sound of that. I look down and my cock's so fucking hard.

  She smiles. “Wow, someone's already having fun.”

  I run a hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy. She's wet as fuck. “Honey, don't pretend you're not having fun yourself.”

  She closes her eyes, my hand pulling away with just the slightest squeeze to tease her. She deserves it after pulling back from that kiss.

  I grab my phone and text Tommy quickly with as few words as possible, getting straight to the goddamn point. “Found a girl who’s just your type and she's game, she's in Vegas. She’ll get in touch with you when you land. I'm busy, no offense but don't bother me.”

  I give Fifi Tommy’s number and she passes it along to Lucia, then I slide off my phone, not wanting any distractions—not from Ruthless Corporation or my buddies that work with me. Tonight, Fifi’s the only person I want to focus on, the only thing I care about.

  After I drop my phone, I drop my shorts. Fifi’s eyes widen as she takes me in, as I stroke my shaft.

  "What do you think, virgin?" I ask as she licks her lips.

  She eyes my cock. "I think you need to get me ready for that."

  I like where this is headed and I step closer. Her bikini bottoms are bound by strings and I untie them. She cuts to the chase, pulling back the strings on her triangle top. The tiny pieces of fabric fall to the floor and she's standing before me naked, bare, beautiful. Her pussy is trimmed real nice. Her body is tanned and toned but she's got curves, the kind of curves I can grab hold of, and not let go.

  She looks down, taking herself in. "I've never been naked in front of a guy before."

  "Well, I'm not a guy," I tell her, stepping close. "I'm a goddamn man."

  "You are, aren't you?" She licks her lips. "And as a man, what do you think of what you see?"

  "I think you're perfect," I tell her.
"I think you're fucking incredible."

  "Yeah?" She laughs, tossing her head back. I love her free spirit, that she's taking this in, drinking it up. I like that she's innocent but open-hearted. A real woman, one who knows what she wants. Who's not pretending to be anybody else.

  "I liked it when you touched me down there," she whispers. She looks at her body, both of us remembering the way I cupped her pussy. Then, the fabric of her bikini was between my fingers and her cunt. Now there's no more material in our way.

  "Let me taste you," I tell her. "Let me lick you up and down."

  She whimpers as I lead her to the bed, easing her onto her back, spreading her knees, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed as I kneel before her creamy cunt.

  Her eyes meet mine before I begin to suck. "Are you okay?" I ask.

  She nods. "I feel like I'm dreaming."

  "Good," I say, “then let's stay in this place and never wake up.”

  I drop my mouth to her pussy, running my tongue up and down her sweet slit. God, she tastes good, looks good too. Her hole is so tight, a virginal cunt made for me. My licks are her first and God, that makes me feel powerful, in control, and I like it.

  I kill people for a living, so being here on my knees at her mercy is a refreshing spin on my reality. I lick her up and down, take her in as deep as I can. My tongue flicks over her swollen clit as she moans beneath me, whimpering as I begin to finger her nice and slow with one finger at a time. Her sweet little hole can't take much more.

  So I'll open her up in the way that she needs, nice and easy. I blow hot air on her cunt and she squeals in delight as I do. She runs her hands through my hair.

  I like that, her touch, her fingers against my scalp. I feel like I'm being cared for, like I'm hers. God, I want that to be true. I kiss her pussy the way she needs, fingering her until she's dripping.

  "Is that too much?" she asks. "Am I too wet?"

  I chuckle. "Sweetheart, that's no such thing. Fifi, you're perfect."

  She smiles. "Yeah?"

  "Yeah, but my cock," I tell her, “it's really hungry.”

  "Good," she says, “because I'm ready for you.”

  I shake my head. "No, honey, you're not—not yet. I need to make you come first. Come against my hand."

  She exhales, leaning back against the pillow, her big tits bouncing as I finger fuck her the way she's been dreaming of her whole damn life.

  Nice and easy, nice and hard, in and out, fucking her tight hole. She moans as I get her closer to the edge.

  I lick her up and down, squeezing her ass, sucking her until she's more than wet—until she's dripping, coming hard against my mouth.

  My beard is wet from her come and fuck, I like the way she tastes, the way she sounds, her voice releasing the cry of her goddamn heart. Her pussy is mine.

  When she comes down from her high, I get into the bed, straddling her, needing to suck her tits. I take one then the other, my tongue twirling around her nipples. "Your tits are so fucking hot," I tell her. "Big and round."

  "Yeah?" she asks. She looks hot as hell, her hair still wet and wavy as I massage her breasts together.

  "You're really fucking good," I tell her.

  She pants as I lean down and kiss her again, her juice on my lips.

  I roll over onto my back and drag her into my lap. "Come here, baby," I tell her. “We're not through yet.”

  6

  Fiona

  Straddling Flynn makes me feel powerful in a way I didn't expect. I always thought my first time I'd be nervous, apprehensive, scared, but there's none of that happening. There was something about our first-sight moment of chemistry and connection that blew all my hesitations away.

  There is no holding back. There is pure pleasure, unrestrained desire.

  I felt it as he licked me, as he made me come in a way my own hand could never manage. I had the orgasm of my life. Yet here he is, touching my tits, making me think there's more to come.

  His cock is big and thick. His balls are tight, and fuck, I want him inside of me. I want to suck his cock too. I want to gag on him.

  I blink, desiring things I've never thought of before.

  "What?" Flynn asks. "What were you just thinking?"

  I shake my head, blushing hard, but then I tell him—I tell him exactly what I want to do. "I want to make you come the way you made me come."

  "There'll be plenty of time for that, baby. But first, I'm going to sink myself inside your virgin hole. You understand?"

  I nod slowly, trying to comprehend his words, comprehend the depth of them. How badly he wants me, needs me, it makes me feel so good. I don't care if he's just playing games with me, if he does this with women every day, because in this moment it feels so fucking good. So damn right.

  But I have a feeling he doesn't, that this isn't just a game to him, isn't just about the chase. I have a feeling he feels the same way I do, that this is something real, something more than a hotel room romp, that this is something lasting: fate.

  I sigh. "Tell me how you want to come in me," I tell him, my words shocking, to be honest. Since when do I talk about things like this, about cocks and cunts, about being fucked, about being taken nice and hard, slow and fast? I shake my head. I get dizzy again, because this feels like a miracle.

  "I want you on your back," he says, laying me down gently. He runs a hand from my pussy up my body, over my stomach, my breasts, my neck, cupping my cheek. "I want you to relax. I want you to be happy."

  "I'm happy," I tell him. "I feel really happy."

  "Good," he says. "I'll make you feel even better. I promise." I laugh, not thinking that's possible.

  "It is," he tells me, reading my mind.

  I blink then, trying to make out what's happening. "Why does it feel like I've known you forever?" I ask.

  "God," he says with a grin. "So it wasn't just me?"

  I shake my head. "No, it's not just you. I feel like maybe we met once in LA. We had to have. I feel like—"

  He shakes his head. "I think it's what they call love at first sight."

  "Stop it," I say, laughing, then I get serious. My heart starts to pound.

  "What is it?" he says. "Am I scaring you?"

  I blink back tears. "No," I say, "not in a bad way. I feel excited, like maybe you're right, maybe this is love at first sight."

  My heart beats fast as he kisses me again, and this time it isn't with fervor. It's with delicacy. It's with grace. Did you know a man can kiss you gracefully? I didn't, but Flynn? He can. He is. His tongue finds mine and we move together in a fluid motion that has my core bubbling up with butterflies.

  I try to blink back the tears, but it's hard. They stream down my cheeks.

  "Honey," he says. "I don't want to make you cry."

  "They're happy tears," I tell him. "I promise. I'd tell you if it were otherwise."

  "So it's as real as I think it is?"

  "Maybe it's not a dream," I tell him. "Maybe somehow it's a real-life fairy tale."

  "You think those are real? Not just in storybooks?"

  “My parents were in love like that," I tell him. "My mom died, but when she was alive, she and my dad, they were the kind of couple everybody wanted to be. What about your parents?"

  "They died when I was young, ten years ago. But you know what? They were that kind of happy too. It's why I think I've always wanted to be a family man."

  I smile. "The picket fence?"

  "The 2.5 kids," he adds.

  I laugh. "Why do I feel so good when I'm next to you?"

  “Maybe because I made you come really fucking hard."

  I laugh at his jokes, at his honesty, at everything. "Come inside me," I tell him.

  He nods, lowering himself down, my legs wrapping around his body, my arms wrapping around his neck. I hold on tight. I don't want to let go. I want him to hold me like this, maybe forever.

  It's crazy. I feel like I'm floating on air as he begins to fill me up. He slides on a condom, which I appreci
ate, but honestly, I wouldn't have cared if he hadn't. I want to be close to him, next to him. I want to give him that family, that picket fence, those 2.5 kids, the American dream. Maybe we'll get a Labrador and a French bulldog. Hell, maybe we can have it all.

  I don't even know this man's last name, yet I feel like I'm banking my forever on him. A man I just met, who's coming inside me with his steel-hard cock, who's making me gasp, bite my knuckles, bear down, close my eyes, moan, cry out. Beg for more.

  "Oh, Flynn," I tell him. "Yes," I pant. "Yes."

  "Fuck, you feel so good," he tells me, and I feel so good too. He moves against me as if we've made this motion a thousand times, as if it's been rehearsed, memorized, his body with mine. Something that was written in a melody a long time ago, but it's my first time, and somehow it's magic.

  Flynn comes inside of me with a grunt, a growl, his breath hot on my ear. Then his mouth is on mine and he's kissing me again, scooping me up in his arms. We roll on our sides as he finishes inside of me, and I don't want it to end, this moment, this night.

  "It won't," he tells me, reading my mind once more. "It's not over," he says. "Fifi, I think it's just begun."

  7

  Flynn

  I wake up with her body curled against mine, my cock still hard, my hands cupping her breasts. I'm dazed, but not confused. I told this woman I loved her last night and as crazy as it sounds, I don't regret it one damn bit. She stirs against me, rolling over.

  "Hey," she says.

  "We didn't get much sleep. Do you want me to order in breakfast?" I ask her.

  She blinks. "Breakfast. Oh, shit. I can't. I have to meet my dad. I promised him."

  "You think he'd mind you missing one little breakfast?"

  "Maybe any other time, but this time I made a promise."

  I smile, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "And you don't break your promises."

  "Exactly," she says, kissing me as if we've woke up like this a hundred times before. "When can I see you again?" she asks, already getting up out of bed, reaching for her tote bag, looking for clothes.