by Brook Wilder
Amber grinned. She slid out from under me and off the bed. Her hands clasped the bottom of her sweater, baring the smallest amount of skin before she stopped, giving me a coquettish grin.
“You really want to see me naked, Mr. Jacobsen?”
I chuckled.
“You know how to tease, sweetheart.”
“Then you know what you have to do.” Amber nodded at my jeans. “Off. You don’t get anything before.”
Amber had stripped for me a few times, something that had become strangely special between them. I wasn’t about to argue. I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my cock standing up straight and proud. Amber’s eyes when to my cock, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips.
They weren’t even going to get to the best bit if she did that.
I sat on the edge of the bed and gripped my cock.
“Come on, then. Strip.”
Amber raised her arms, slowly sliding off her sweater. She was in a plain cotton bra that covered her breasts, no sexiness about it. Tossing her sweater aside, Amber hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants. Then she turned, looking at I over her shoulder before she bent over. I watched hungrily as Amber lowered her pants, revealing the simple white cotton panties beneath. Seeing her in unsexy underwear was somehow more arousing.
I stroked my cock, feeling it throb and flex in my hand, as Amber kicked off her pants and straightened up, her hands sliding up to her bra clasp. That was when I held up a hand, crooking a finger at her.
“Come here.”
Amber approached me, standing before me with her arms up, lifting her hair. A submissive pose. I reached out and cupped her breasts, eliciting a sigh from Amber.
“Are you attached to this bra, Amber?”
“How do you mean?”
“Do you like it?”
Amber swallowed.
“It’s a bra. Nothing more.”
“Good.”
I gripped the bra and tugged hard. There was a sharp rip and then the bra came apart, Amber’s breasts falling into my palms. Amber moaned and arched into my hands. I rolled her nipples, watching as her body flushed and goosebumps appeared on her skin.
She was a lot more responsive than before. Was that the pregnancy? I wanted to find out.
“Take the scraps off and then put your hands back,” I ordered.
Amber did it obediently. She did everything without question, never looking away. I had never met someone as submissive, as sweet as her. She was far too special.
Even a whore was allowed to feel special.
I slid my fingers along the sides of Amber’s panties and ripped them apart at the seams. Amber gasped and almost stumbled. Then I cupped her pussy with my hand, thrusting two fingers inside her. She was wet. Very wet. Her pussy clamped onto my hand and Amber rocked herself on my palm.
She was about to burn up. Normally, I liked to tease Amber to the point of climax and then take her over and over. But seeing Amber so close already, and I barely started, had that thrown out the window. Still thrusting my fingers into her pussy, I closed a mouth over one breast, swirling my tongue around her nipple. Amber shrieked, her hands still up in her hair, her body thrusting against me. She was beginning to shake.
I wanted to feel her come around me. Lifting her off her feet, I turned and laid Amber on the bed. Lifting one leg up onto my shoulder, her thigh pressed against my chest, I replaced my fingers with my cock, burying myself in to the hilt.
Amber moaned, her body almost coming up off the bed. Her pussy flexed and fluttered so much that I began to see stars.
Slow and gentle had always been my plan. And every time Amber threw that aside. I couldn’t help myself.
With Amber urging me on, cupping my backside hard enough to dig her fingers into my skin, I gripped Amber’s hips and fucked her.
Hard.
I could barely hear the slapping of our flesh over Amber’s cries. She was louder than before, her skin flushed and her eyes practically rolling up in her head.
I had never seen her look so stunning.
She was so close. I could feel my own orgasm tightening. Gritting my teeth, I reached between us and found Amber’s clit. One touch, and Amber went off like a rocket. Her head was the only part of her body still on the bed, her legs tightening around my waist, her pussy squeezing my cock.
That was enough for my orgasm to come, making me feel like my head was about to come off. I felt my seed filling Amber, my whole body shuddering with the force. It was so strong that I found myself slumping on top of Amber, head resting on the duvet coverlet. Amber’s arms went around me.
I wasn’t sure which one of us was shaking, which one was breathing more heavily. And if I were being honest, I didn’t really care.
Chapter Ten
Amber
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I lifted my head. We hadn’t been able to move for a while. My orgasm was still rippling through my body. It had been intense, the most intense I had ever thought possible. Diesel was still shaking as well. It had taken a lot of strength for Diesel to ease himself off me, his still-hard cock sliding out, so he could fall onto the bed beside me. We lay like that, staring at the ceiling.
Sex with Diesel had always been intense. But never like that.
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, you’re pregnant now.” Diesel’s fingers brushed my side. “I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
I felt warm at that comment. But I pushed it away. This wasn’t a loving coupling, it was just sex. That was all. No emotions involved.
Really. No emotions.
I rolled onto my side, propping my head up with my elbow. “You can’t harm a baby having sex.”
“How do you know?”
“The other girls have said it to me. Just requires a few more, interesting positions to not squash my belly later on.”
“That’s something.” Diesel reached up and brushed at my cheek. “I got worried I had hurt you when I saw you crying again.”
I hadn’t realized I had been crying. I swiped his hand away and sat up. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Worry about me. You’ve never hurt me before.” I wrapped my arms around my legs, resting my chin on my knees. “And you’ve never been so concerned about it before.”
“That was before you became pregnant with my child.”
I snorted. “You’ll be telling me next you want to whisk me away like a knight in shining armor rescuing a damsel in distress.”
Diesel chuckled.
“I’m not that romantic.” There was a movement in the mattress and then Diesel was behind me, pressing his chest against my back. His arms went around me, and his lips touched my shoulder. “But I will provide. If you’ll let me.”
I had known that from the start. No matter what anyone said, Diesel was more honorable than he was prepared to admit. I could see it deep inside. He just needed something to let it out. I sighed.
“Amber, what is it?”
“I don’t think you providing for me is going to be the trouble.” I found myself leaning back against him. “Getting out of this business is more on my mind.”
“You think Khloe’s not going to let you go.”
“I know Khloe’s not going to let me go. She said as much.” I turned to look at Diesel, whose expression was grave. “Providing for me is one thing, Diesel, but you’d have to get me out of here first. I have a feeling Khloe won’t let me go that easily, and if she does…” I swallowed. “It won’t be with a baby.”
The expression in Diesel’s eyes hardened. His jaw tightened. I almost drew back. I had seen Diesel mad before, but never like this.
“You believe Khloe would harm our baby?”
“I-I’m not sure.” I shivered, and Diesel’s arms seemed to tighten around me. “But my gut says she’ll do something. I don’t want to go there.”
Diesel eased me back more and tucked my head onto his shoulder. He kissed my forehead,
and stroked my cheek.
“I’ll make sure Khloe doesn’t do that to you,” he said quietly. “And I’ll get you out of here. But just remember,” he added quickly, “that this doesn’t mean anything more is going to happen to us. You know I don’t believe in love.”
Why did that feel like a bucket of cold water on top of me? And why did he need to say that? It was more like he was trying to convince himself.
“Neither do I.” I hid my face, just so Diesel could see my eyes. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“But I do want to provide. You can’t raise a baby in here.” Diesel kissed my head. “I know you want out. And I’ll do my best to help you. I promise.”
I snorted. “Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, Diesel.”
Diesel growled, which I felt against my cheek as it rumbled in his chest.
“I plan to this time.”
Chapter Eleven
Diesel
I knew I couldn’t stay in Amber’s room all night. I had a job to do, and while being in Amber’s bed was more tempting, I had to get on with what I said I was going to do. And Amber was practically falling asleep. God only knew when she had last slept. So, I dressed, tucked her into bed and left, closing the door behind me.
My hands were shaking as I stepped out into the side alley between the brothel and the next building, which made lighting a cigarette hard. I burnt my fingers twice before I could get a light on the cigarette. Maybe that was a sign. Maybe I needed to give the things up, and then I would have some fingers left.
And maybe some lungs left. I had toyed with the idea of quitting a few times but had never had the motivation. And now there was motivation. A baby was on the way. I wanted to be around to see this child grow up to become an adult. Hopefully, quitting would be a way to do that.
But only one more. Just one more.
“I thought you had given up that habit.”
I turned. Khloe was standing in the doorway. I hadn’t heard her approach; the bitch seemed to have rubber soles. Or perhaps I was just too worn out to be any good as a lookout. I grunted, taking another long drag that suddenly tasted foul.
“As if I would give something like this up.”
“I guess not.” Khloe stepped out into the alley, folding her arms as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I thought you were supposed to be protecting me, Diesel.”
“I am.”
Khloe rolled her eyes. Her scowl seemed to have got darker.
“Fucking bullshit, Jacobsen. You’re protecting your piece of ass, not me. And if that was the case, you shouldn’t be fucking her.”
I growled. I wasn’t about to be told by a woman who was threatening the life of my child.
“What I do is none of your business,” I snapped.
“None of my business? You were loud enough for everyone in the building to hear you! You have no idea how loud the two of you get when you fuck her, especially when it’s just the two of you going at it like fucking rabbits.” Khloe shook her head. “I swear, Amber’s never that loud with any other clients.”
I puffed my chest out with pride.
“Maybe she doesn’t get loved enough.”
Then I realized what I had said. Khloe had heard it as well. She arched an eyebrow, looking very skeptical.
“Loved.” She snorted. “You wouldn’t know the meaning of love if it jumped up and smacked you in the face.”
“Probably not,” I sneered, taking another drag. “But I do know how to make a girl scream.”
And how to make my lungs wheeze. I gave the cigarette a scowl before dropping it and stubbing it out under my boot. Now, it had completely lost its appeal.
“I won’t argue with that. I remember when you made several of the other girls scream in the past.”
“Get off on hearing me, do you?” I shrugged. “That was a long time ago.”
“I noticed. So have the girls.” Khloe took a few steps away before turning back. “You used to take the girls like a luck dip. You weren’t fussy. But as soon as Amber crossed your path, you’ve been interested in no one else. Anyone else would say you’re infatuated with her.”
“I’m not infatuated with her.”
That felt a little too fast a denial for my liking. From the way Khloe was looking at me, she didn’t believe me.
“If you’re not infatuated with her, why do you keep going back to the same girl?”
“That’s my business, Khloe.” I ran my hands over my head. “I don’t need to explain anything to you.”
“You do when one of my girls is losing her heart to someone like you.”
Amber loved me? I was shocked to feel a warm sensation in my chest. But I pushed it away. Amber couldn’t love me. There was no such thing.
“You must be mad.”
“I think Amber was trying to tell me the same thing earlier. She kept denying it, but I know the look.” There was a flash of pain in Khloe’s eyes, but then it was gone. “I’ve been around far too long. She’s in love with you, Diesel, but she just won’t admit it. She doesn’t want to get hurt. And I know you’ll get hurt.”
She was lying. Khloe was trying to push my buttons. I snarled.
“Fuck you.”
“You couldn’t afford me.”
“I wouldn’t want you anyway. I prefer a little warmth in a girl.”
Warmth like Amber. Khloe’s mouth twisted. She looked like she was getting riled up, but still somehow maintained her composure.
“You don’t think I can do warm?”
“Khloe, you’ve never been warm. You don’t know the meaning of it. Every part of you is ice cold.” My eyes narrowed. A small realization was beginning to sink in. “That’s why you weren’t too eager to get the girls back, isn’t it?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You were angry you’d lost your girls in the way you did, yes, because your business got trashed when it didn’t need to. But if you really wanted them back, you would have jumped through as many hoops as you could to find them.”
Khloe’s jaw flexed. Had I hit the mark better than I expected?
“I couldn’t find anything.”
“Bullshit. Noah is the only person I know who has as many contacts as you. You probably know the president of this country if you talked to the right people. You were getting something out of this, weren’t you?”
That was when I saw Khloe’s expression change. Her lips pulled back as she snarled, unfolding her arms. Her hands were clenched into fists. She looked ready to swing.
“Damn you, Jacobsen,” Khloe growled.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” The cold realization settled over me. “You sold them, didn’t you?”
For a moment, I thought Khloe was going to deny it all. But she didn’t. If anything, Khloe was very matter-of-fact.
“Not exactly. Ruiz and I were discussing deals, one that would make him leave me alone. One that was better than anything Mason could give me. I object to the way he came in, but he said there wasn’t time and the girls would argue.”
“And you didn’t want to be seen by your girls as essentially betraying them,” I grunted. “Nice.”
“I’m not looking for sympathy, Diesel. I’m a businesswoman. Pure and simple. Everything’s about the money.”
“Good to know.” I advanced on her. To her credit, Khloe didn’t back away. “What was the deal you made with Fernandez?”
“He had a few buyers lined up, and they had their eyes on the girls. I said okay, and Ruiz came through for me.” Khloe paused. “Alexei Torchev bought all of them, for a very hefty sum.”
“What?” I was hoping I hadn’t heard that correctly. My stomach tightened. “You sold them to the Russian mob? Are you crazy?”
“Did you see what they paid for each girl? I could go into retirement with all that.”
“You’re supposed to look after them, not sell them on!”
Khloe turned her head. “Seriously, Diesel? Do I look like their mother? I do business,
not babysitting. The turn-over rate isn’t what I like, but the money is worth it.”
I had had an inkling some time ago that Khloe didn’t give a damn about the girls. And I hated to have been proven right.
“Goddamn you, Khloe.”