SBMC Miami Box set

by Erin Trejo

  “What the hell are you talking about Joe? I can just lie around in my bed for those few days. Get caught up on my sex life. You better make this good,” she snaps, but I see the tease in her.

  “My boy Mason is heading out for work. He’s got shit to do and some of it might require a female to be present. Think you can handle that?” he asks her. I watch her face scrunch up.

  “Who the hell is Mason?” she snaps.

  “He is,” Joe tells her pointing at me. She slowly turns her head to look at me and giggles. Fucking giggles.

  “Satan?” she asks pointing over her head at me with her thumb.

  “What?”

  “That’s Satan. We’ve met.”

  “When the hell did you meet Mason?” Joe barks at her.

  “Few weeks ago. In an alley. We had a lovely evening if I remember correctly.” Oh, she fucking remembers all right.

  “How’s your back?” I ask, fucking with her just a little bit. I want to see what she’s truly made of.

  “Healed up nicely,” she winks at me.

  “Jesus fucking Christ. I’m not asking anything else. I don’t want to fucking know. You want the job Whitley?” Joe asks her. She shrugs her shoulders and walks away.

  “I don’t think Satan can pay me well enough. Honestly, I-”

  “A thousand a day,” I call out to her. She stops walking and slowly turns to face me. Her hands come up to her damn hips yet again. Her eyes narrow before she comes back over toward me.

  “I am not some high priced prostitute. Whatever the fuck you’re thinking-”

  “Fine, fifty a day,” I say cutting her off again. The girl barks out a laugh so loud she throws her head back.

  “Making a damn deal with Satan himself. What exactly does this job entail?” she asks, getting even closer to me and the bar.

  “You come with me. When I need you, I’ll come get you from the hotel room. Any other time, you just sit your ass in the room and wait for me,” I tell her giving her a shrug.

  “And when you need me, what exactly am I doing?”

  “Flashin’ your ass just like you are now.”

  “That’s it?” She scrunches up her damn nose again.

  “What were you expectin’?” I ask her, leaning in closer toward her.

  “I was expecting some pretty hot sex. I mean, if I have to travel, I want to be fucked,” she says with a shrug.

  “I can handle that if you can,” I inform her as Joe groans.

  “I still don’t need to be fucking hearing this,” Joe mumbles.

  “So, is it a nice hotel or a roach motel? I don’t do nasty,” she’s still smirking at me.

  “Oh, I thought you did nasty just fine.”

  “Jesus, I’ll be out back. You two figure this shit out on your own. I’m out,” Joe says as he turns on his heel and walks away from us.

  Whitley leans forward onto the bar even closer. “Is this a game, Satan?” she asks me.

  “It’s Mason. And I don’t play games, sweetheart. You want the job it’s yours. If not, walk that pretty little ass back across the bar to your girlfriend.”

  Whitley keeps a straight face as she watches me a few seconds longer. A grin slowly crosses her face. She reaches over the bar, running her finger along my cheek like we’ve been together forever.

  “You just got yourself a new employee.” She turns and walks away going back to work. I grunt and shove off the stool before walking into the back.

  “Where the hell did you find that girl?” I ask Joe when I find him rearranging boxes.

  “She just came in one day. Fucked up out of her mind asking for a job. She said she could handle men and women alike and that she knew all about liquor. I decided to give her a chance as she reminded me of my daughter, young and innocent for the most part,” he says with a chuckle.

  “She’s far from fuckin’ innocent,” I grumble.

  “Yeah, but she’s sweet underneath everything she shows. She works hard, and parties even harder.”

  “What do you know about her?”

  “Not much, honestly. She lives with a roommate over on 9th. Works here four to five days a week. She’s a wild one, but everyone seems to drift toward her. She’s even got some regulars that come in since she started. Don’t know much else about her,” he says turning to look at me. “You sure you want her to hang around? I could let her work; I just know she doesn’t ever stop. She outdoes herself. If I tell her to clean a corner, she’ll clean the whole damn bar. I don’t want her working like a dog for me.”

  “I can handle her. She’ll be fine with me.”

  “I wasn’t so much worried about her,” Joe chuckles.

  “Heard that. Will everythin’ be ready to go when we get back?” I ask nodding to the back room. Joe nods and moves a few more boxes around.

  “Yeah, I got workers coming in while you’re out. Should be able to seal off the back part, so we can keep things separate back there,” I look around the storage room before Joe starts coughing.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. This damn emphysema is going to kill me one day though,” Joe says with another cough.

  “That’s why you need to stop smoking. Haven’t you heard it’s bad for your health?” her voice rings out behind us. We both turn to see her standing there with a cigarette between her lips. I shake my head with a grin.

  This is going to be fun as hell.

  Chapter 8

  Whitley

  “Let me get this straight. You’re leaving me at home to go with some random ass stranger to God only knows where?” Jackson asks as I pull clothes out of my closet, tossing them on the bed.

  “He isn’t really random. I did fuck him already. In the alley at that,” I point at Jackson to make my point. He rolls his eyes and drops onto my bed.

  “This is the worst idea you’ve ever had, Whit.” He picks through my clothes and holds a few up for closer inspection.

  “I thought that night with the twins was the worst idea I’ve ever had?” I ask glancing over my shoulder at him. Jackson laughs, throwing his head back.

  “True that, but at least you knew them.”

  “I did not. I met them in the club; I just didn’t tell you that part,” I giggle. I can hear an engine revving outside. Jackson leaps to his feet and peeks through the curtains.

  “Is your knight on chrome?”

  “Since he’s a biker, I’m thinking, yeah. Is he here already?” I rush around the room just stuffing random things into the small backpack. I don’t need much stuff and I doubt that we’re going to be going out at all.

  “He’s pretty hot. How’s the dick? Big? Little? Straight? Crooked?” Jackson asks as he stares out the window.

  “Oh, it’s a big one, and it hits just the right spot. Don’t think I’d ask for a repeat if it wasn’t.” I toss the bag over my shoulder and head toward the door. Jackson follows behind me, huffing and puffing the whole way.

  “I think this is a bad idea. What if you get kidnapped? What if he holds you hostage and never lets you come back?” he asks as we jog down the stairs. I stop at the bottom and send a wave to Mason. He nods his head when I turn back to Jackson.

  “I’m going to be fine. I’m getting paid damn good money and it will help with the rent,” I tell him. I wrap an arm around his neck. Pushing up on my toes I press my lips to his. It takes him a second, but Jackson slips his tongue into my mouth, teasing me. I kiss him back, loving how possessive he can be. When we break apart, he hugs me tightly.

  “Just be good, Whit. Shit. Don’t get into something you can’t get out of,” he whispers in my ear. I nod my head and turn on my heel. Walking back toward Mason, his eyes burn through me. He watches me walk up to him before he speaks.

  “Boyfriend?” He nods towards Jackson. I turn my head and look over my shoulder before bringing my gaze to his.

  “Nope. He’s my roommate.”

  “You kiss your roommate like that? You are a fuckin’ slut,” he mumbles. I laugh.


  “Why Satan, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous. Don’t worry you’ll get yours,” I tease him. Mason climbs off his bike and digs into one of the bags that hang off the side before producing a helmet. He holds it out to me as I continue to just look at it.

  “Do I have to wear that?”

  “Yep, unless you wanna end up dead if we wreck.”

  “So, you can’t drive this thing?”

  “Oh, I can drive it darlin’. Get it the fuck on your pretty little head and climb on.” His words make me shake. I love how he talks to me.

  “You think my head’s pretty?” I ask, taking the helmet from his hands and placing it on my head.

  “There’s a lot that’s pretty on you. Get on and let’s go,” he snaps at me. I wait for him to throw his leg over the bike before I do the same, climbing on behind him. I wrap one arm around his waist. I don’t miss the little groan that he lets out. I think I’m going to enjoy fucking with Mason for a few days.

  “Might wanna use two hands, sweetheart,” he says over his shoulder.

  “I think one hand should do the trick. My mouth actually works better though,” I tell him. Mason turns and looks over his shoulder at me as I lick my lips.

  “We’ll find out when we get there,” he smirks and turns back around. I giggle and wave at Jackson.

  “Don’t fuck him too hard,” Jackson yells. I laugh again and tighten my arms around Mason’s waist. He revs up the bike and pulls out of the parking lot.

  “You need anythin’ before we head out?” he calls over his shoulder.

  “No,” I holler over the noise. He nods his head and speeds up. As we pull out onto the freeway my heart kicks up a notch. I’ve only ever been on a bike once when I was much younger. With the wind blowing around me, the air seems just right. I could get used to this. I hang onto Mason as he takes a curve with ease. It almost amazes me that he can handle the bike the way he is. I know that he’s all biker and shit, but still, this bike is a beast of a machine.

  Chapter 9

  Mason

  We checked into a hotel in Key Largo. Viking wasn’t kidding when he said he hooked me up with a nice ass hotel. This fucker is a five-star joint. Whitley seems to be impressed too. I wonder if this is the nicest place she’s ever seen. Not that I give two shits.

  “This is amazing. Have you seen the size of the jacuzzi?” Whitley squeals as she jumps onto the bed. I watch her, wondering what the hell she’s on. She has to be using something to be this wound up, right?

  “Are you always on drugs?” I ask. She laughs at me, throwing her head back before falling to her ass on the bed.

  “Not yet, I’m not. Are you offering? I’d rather get some dick than some blow. Is that an option?”

  “You a nympho?” I ask her. She laughs even harder and crawls across the bed toward me. She stops at the end, kneeling before me her hands coming up to rest on my chest.

  “I might be. You wanna test your theory?” Her fingers slowly slip down my body and into my jeans. She tugs at my buckle. I don’t stop her. As soon as she has my buckle undone, she yanks my jeans down. I watch her lick her lips.

  “Get on the damn floor,” I growl. Whitley grins, climbs off the bed and onto the floor. Her fingers work to pull my boxers down before she grabs my cock with her hands. She strokes me a few times until I groan.

  “Get your slutty mouth wrapped around my cock,” I say, wrapping my hands in her hair and jerking her head forward. Whitley instantly opens her mouth, and I shove inside. She moans before she starts sucking me. Her hands wrap around me, pulling me even deeper. Her nails dig into my ass, and my hands tighten in her hair. I dig my nails into her scalp as she starts bobbing her head. Fuck me; I’ve never been sucked like this before.

  “Take it all in, baby.” Groaning and moaning she sucks me even harder. The harder and faster she goes, the more I want to sink my cock into her. Whitley keeps sucking me like a fucking porn star, until I start to pull back. She doesn’t let me pull away. Her nails dig in even deeper, and she pulls me into her throat harder and deeper somehow. This girl must have absolutely no goddamn gag reflex.

  “You wanna loosen up that grip so I can get inside of you?” I ask her. She hums around my cock, shaking her head no. I don’t stop her again after that, letting her suck and lick me until I can’t hold it in anymore. I explode down the back of her throat, giving her everything I have.

  When she pulls back, she wipes her hand over her lips before grinning up at me.

  “You think you’re done? Get your ass on the bed. Now.” Whitley climbs to her feet, pulling her clothes off as she goes. She climbs on the bed on her hands and knees and I groan again. I finish taking off what’s left of my clothes and grab a condom. Rolling it on, I climb on behind her.

  “I’m about to fuck you through the mattress,” I warn her. I see her hand slide under her and start toying with her clit.

  “Yes, do exactly that,” she moans. I grab her hips, line up, and shove into her. Whitley screams as I start fucking her. As I’m thrusting in, she keeps her fingers in place. I reach up and grab her hair, yanking her head back. Whitley moans before I release her, gripping the back of her neck I plunge even deeper. She screams and arches her back even more, forcing me deeper still, I drag my nails down her back. I watch as the marks appear on her skin, making me fucking harder than hell. Whitley pants and words I can’t even understand start falling from her lips. I start taking her even harder. I can’t seem to fucking stop myself. The way she feels wrapped around me is far better than I knew it would be. I remember how she felt wrapped around me in that alley, but this, having her at my mercy, it’s almost unbearable.

  “Mason!” she screams my name. I almost lose myself right then. I fuck her harder, until I feel her pussy start to clench around me.

  “That’s it. Let it go Whitley. Fuckin’ come for me.” Her body tenses, and her finger stops moving. Cries rip from her throat as I pump even faster, my movements become frantic. Tingles start racing up my spine as my balls tighten up even more.

  “Shit,” I hiss letting myself go. My breathing is labored as I lean down letting my release fill her. Whitley’s arms go limp as she lets her body fall to the bed under me. I chuckle as I hold myself up so I don’t crush her. Leaning down, I drag my lips over her shoulder, and watch her body shudder under my touch.

  “That was amazing,” she says breathlessly.

  “Can I ask you somethin’?”

  “Sure. I am getting paid to be here after all.”

  “Why do you like bein’ called shit? Most girls would get pissed. You seem to enjoy it.”

  “Words mean nothing, Mason. I can fuck like a whore. Calling me one means nothing to me. It’s almost a compliment,” she giggles.

  “I don’t understand you.”

  “There really isn’t much to understand. If you want to know something about me, just ask. I don’t keep secrets.”

  Running my lips over her shoulder once more, I bite into her flesh. Whitley moans, pressing her ass into my cock.

  “Now who’s being a nympho?” she teases. “What is it you needed me for? It wasn’t really clear when we talked at the bar,” she asks. I pull out of her, roll off, lie down next to her, and put one arm under my head as I pull the condom off with the other hand. I toss the condom onto the floor, I’ll deal with it later.

  “I have a few meetin’s. We move a lot of product from Columbia. I’m sure you know this already workin’ with Joe?” Whitley nods, shifting so that she’s propped up on her elbow, looking down at me.

  “I know what he stores, but I didn’t realize who it was for. He told me the day he gave me the job that I wasn’t to ask any questions about it, so I never have. It’s not my business. I just work for him, and everything else is his business.” Whitley reaches over, brushing a piece of hair away from my forehead. I just watch her.

  “Well, I need to renegotiate some pricin’. That’s what you’re here for. Somethin’ sexy for them to look at w
hile I make my move. Think you can handle that?” I ask her. Whitley raises an eyebrow as if I’m challenging her.

  “I can handle that. You just tell me who to flatter and I’ll handle the rest.”

  Chapter 10

  Whitley

  Mason took off early this morning. He said he needed to go and talk to one of the suppliers, this wasn’t the meeting that he needed me for. After taking a soak in the huge tub, I am now wandering around the hotel, taking in the sights. The gym is huge, although you won’t catch me there. I don’t work out unless it’s in bed.

  There are three separate pools, and I opt for the one that has the least people in it. I shimmy out of my shorts and pull my tank top over my head, dropping them onto the chair. A few guys linger nearby and stare as I walk toward the stairs leading to the pool. The one that intrigues me most wears dark glasses and his hair is slicked back. He leans against the edge of the pool with half his body hidden under the water. I can’t see his eyes, but I sure as hell can feel them burning through me. It’s not like I don’t know. I’ve always known when someone was looking at me.

  I step into the water and he grins. The water is much warmer than I expected it to be. Taking a deep breath, I dive under the water and swim to the other side. When I come up for air, he’s right there. His shades are now pushed up on his head, and his dark eyes are burning into me. I grin and get ready to dive back under the water when his hand comes out to stop me.

  “That’s a nice show you’re putting on,” he says with a voice like pure silk.

  “It’s not a show. This is just me, being me.” I slip out of his grasp and dive under again. I don’t swim very far when I’m grabbed. I open my mouth while under water which was a huge mistake. I suck in water before I’m lifted out of it. Coughing and spluttering, I blink my eyes open rapidly trying to calm my nerves. Jesus, I thought I was going to drown! I snap my head around, looking at who pulled me out of the water.