by J. M. Walker
Meeka’s back stiffened.
Way to ruin the mood, Asher. I was such a fuckwit.
“Tell me what’s going on,” she demanded.
And we’re back to that again. I sighed. “You already know what’s going on.”
“Not completely.”
“After we found Violet, even though Angel was pissed, he wanted me to continue looking. To do that, I had to get inside Charles Brian’s home.” If it was even his home. Who the hell knew anymore? All I knew was that there was a main hub we had to get into. If we could get there, we would find the ring leader, the Master, the darkness that started the whole operation. But no matter what we did, Vice-One could not find out any information about this person. From what we knew, the local police service and the FBI had a difficult time as well. But we all knew the Feds would keep their shit to themselves.
“So you got in and now he wants to meet with us both,” Meeka stated.
It wasn’t a question but I nodded anyway. My stomach twisted over the fact I had forced it on her.
“Fine.” She pushed away from the wall, forcing me to take a step back. “Train me.”
“We have less than two days,” I told her.
“So? Train me as much as you can. After we meet with him, you can train me some more.” Her mouth set in a firm line, her hands on her hips, and she was ready for business.
But I wasn’t. I didn’t want to train her. Not for Charles. Not for anyone else. For me? Fucking right I did. And I would. But I would have to get my cock out of the game and think clearly. Our lives and the lives of these girls depended on it.
Taking a breath, I crossed my arms under my chest and pulled the Dominant side from deep within. “Charles will want to make sure you can submit. You don’t speak. You don’t move. You don’t do anything unless otherwise directed. You don’t even ask why. And if it’s something you don’t like or want to do, you do it anyway.”
I paused, expecting Meeka to argue. Instead, her gaze locked with mine. That was when she meant business. She had been undercover before when the FBI recruited her because of her size. She was small, tiny in comparison to the average woman. But her size meant nothing when it came to her strength.
She lifted an eyebrow, waiting.
Clearing my throat, I continued, “Forget everything you’ve learned while being undercover before. These men are nothing like what you’ve seen. They treat women, little girls, like the piece of shit on the bottom of their shoe. They have no problems hitting, cutting, slicing your mere soul into tiny pieces.” I didn’t want to scare her, but she needed to know exactly who we were dealing with. On the other hand, even I wasn’t sure how far they would go to get what they wanted. “They will expect you to do as I say.”
“What if I don’t? What happens if I don’t follow the rules?”
“Do you want to make this any more difficult than it has to be, Meeka?” She opened her mouth to speak but I only continued on my tirade. I could feel the anger bubbling up from my stomach, threatening to explode out of every single pore. “Do not underestimate these men. They have no fucking problems removing you from the situation if they don’t like what they’re getting out of you. I’m only one person. I can’t take all of them on. I can’t protect you against a dozen men.” It could have been more but I only counted twelve on the way into Charles’ place. If they were anything like my brother, Coby, the others would have been hiding.
“Are you trying to scare me?” Meeka’s voice wavered. “Please tell me that.”
“I wish I could.” I stood a foot away from her, careful to keep my distance for fear of losing every inkling of control I had left. “I wish I could say that the females taken are treated well. Yes, they were clean when I saw them, but that was only after they broke.”
“What happened before they broke?”
“You … uh …”
“Just tell me. You know I’ve seen shit. I need to know.”
“I walked through a room filled with death before getting to the holding area. The ones who behaved would have to see the brutal horror every time they were taken from their cages. It reminded them to do as they were told.” Memories of that room resurfaced, poking at my brain until it was all I could see.
“Oh, God.” Meeka shook her head. “I can’t.”
That snapped me out of my nightmare. “Yes, you can. You have to.”
“Why?”
“Because Charles saw you. We’ve been over it. If you don’t come with me, he’ll have his men hunt you down. You won’t have to worry about impressing your sisters because they would never see you again.”
The color drained from Meeka’s face, her breath coming out in short gasps of air.
Moving quick, I helped her to a sitting position before she passed out and hurt herself.
I never meant to scare her. I didn’t want to put that fear into her. But I needed to remind her what those men could do if she didn’t do as I said. She needed to know. She needed to understand that it wasn’t a game. It wouldn’t be like the other undercover jobs she had been on. No. It would be worse. These bastards treated women as the lesser sex. They had no value in life. They were born to please a man and that was it. It was vile and corrupt, disgusting and cruel. I was guilty of using women in the past, but I would never take from a woman what she didn’t offer.
“Asher,” Meeka’s shaky voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“Shh.” I rubbed her back. “Breathe, Hummingbird.”
“How am I going to succeed? What if I screw up?” She glanced up at me, her eyes rimming over with tears. “I’m not strong enough.”
“Fuck that,” I snapped. “You are strong.”
She rolled her eyes.
My back stiffened, a hot tingle piercing my chest. Pinching her chin, I forced her to look at me. “Do not roll your eyes at me.” I didn’t want to be mean but I needed to show her that without her, I wouldn’t be where I was today. I wouldn’t be…free. “You need to understand something. You are strong. You helped me at the hardest time of my life. I would go to war and back if I didn’t have to relive my fucking nightmare every damn night. You saved me from my step-father.” I didn’t want to drudge up the past because I knew it would ruin me later but Meeka needed to hear these words. I also needed to thank her but I couldn’t form the proper sentence so instead, I sat there like a dumbass. I had never been good with words, and the silence that wore on proved how much I hated talking.
“I didn’t do anything.” She sniffed. “I’m not that strong.”
I wasn’t going to argue because at that moment, I had no idea what else to say.
“But I will do this for you. For those who couldn’t. For Jay and her sister.” Something flashed behind her eyes.
Jay had been taken months before by Eric Vega, our fucking boss. The bastard didn’t own up to his mistakes and blew his head off instead. Because of that, Vice-One had never been the same. Jay became a recluse and moved in with Angel while Violet stayed at her old apartment. I could go on and on but this shit needed to get fixed. I had a feeling that it would take some time for all of it to get resolved.
“We will do this together,” I said. “Side by side.”
“What if something happens? What if—”
I shut her up with a kiss. I needed to think fast before she lost it and had a full-on panic attack. The touch was gentle. Although I liked it rough, I had to show Meeka that there were many different sides to me. Why I felt that way, I couldn’t quite figure out. Instead, I allowed my lips to graze hers in a plea of acceptance.
When Meeka sighed into my mouth, all bets were off. Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened. Sounds stirred. My cock hardened. God, she was delicious, and it took everything in me not to throw her back onto the mat and taste the rest of her body.
***
(Meeka)
The kiss was sweet, but it wasn’t what I wanted. At first, I embraced it, kissing Asher back gently. But I needed more. With
my arms around his thick neck, I moved myself into his lap. The hard length in his pants pushed against my inner thigh, giving me the courage to take control. To show him what I craved and needed.
Asher groaned, his hands slipping to my rear. His fingers massaged and kneaded, digging into my flesh. When our hips came into contact, I gasped.
“Fuck, Meeka,” he said roughly.
“I-I want …” I didn’t even know what I wanted but I knew I needed something more. Something more than just a kiss. A touch here. A touch there. I wanted to feel his passionate wrath. If he fucked like he kissed, I wanted to experience all of it. Every side of him. Every inch. Every hard muscle as he took me to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.
“What do you want, baby?” He cupped my nape, pulling my head back.
“I …” I licked my lips, taking deep breaths. “I want you.”
“Fucking a.” His mouth crashed to mine. Lifting me in his strong arms, he carried me to the living room and placed me on the couch.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lifted my hips. Hinting, showing, letting him know that I needed him in ways I knew only he could provide. Never in my life had I experienced that kind of wanting need for another human being. I wasn’t even sure it existed until then. But with Asher’s big body between my legs, his demanding mouth on mine, I couldn’t do anything but give in.
My hands trailed down his back, fisting his shirt, and I lifted it over his head.
Asher broke the kiss, throwing the offensive fabric on the floor. His eyes were dark. Hungry. They burned into my skin, making my body ache even more.
With trembling fingers, I unzipped my hoodie, revealing a white lace bra.
His tongue peeked out, licking over his bottom lip. He watched me undress for him, giving me the control for just a moment.
I shimmied out of the hoodie and threw it behind me.
Our gazes locked. Our breathing became ragged. Our friendship would finally take a different path. Already I had touched him. His length. How hard he could become for me. It was a brave moment. When he accused me of giving him a hand job because I felt I had to, I realized he had been right. I thought it would make sense. But now, I was doing it because I wanted to.
Asher grazed the back of his knuckles down the center of my chest before unclasping my bra with a flick of his wrist.
My nipples hardened in the cool air, sharpening to peaks.
He pushed the straps off my shoulders, letting his fingers brush over my pale skin.
Watching him look at me was fascinating. He stared with those bright blue eyes of his, burning a hole straight to the center of my being.
I wanted the next couple of moments to be fast and hard but I couldn’t get over how his eyes followed the movements of his hands. His fingers trailed down my sides, forcing my skin to erupt in tiny bumps.
Arching beneath him, I felt the need to show him that I was into it just as much as he was. “Kiss me,” I panted.
A small smirk spread on his face. Lowering his head, his mouth closed around a budding nipple. The growl that left his chest rumbled through my body.
I moaned, curling my fingers in his hair.
“So fucking sweet,” he mumbled against my skin.
“Please,” I begged. I actually begged. It wasn’t something I did. Not that I had much experience with guys making me wanton with need. Never in my life would I imagine lying there with him. Oh, God. My stomach tightened.
“Hey, Hummingbird,” Asher brushed a finger down the length of my jaw. “We can stop.”
“No.” I grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard. Screw slow. I wanted him now. I wanted him fast. I needed him … rough.
Asher growled. He actually growled. I didn’t even know men could do that in real life.
“Get out of your head, Meeka,” he demanded, pushing his hips into mine. “If you want me, prove it.”
Holy balls on a cracker. What was I getting myself into?
SIX
Meeka
HE GROANED. HIS body was hard. He kissed me like I was the only thing he needed. I made him feel good. Me. Meeka Cline. A small town girl with big dreams. When he told me to prove how much I wanted him, I pushed him back and quickly took off my pants. As I was rising back up, he took hold of me backing us up until we hit the couch. I straddled him, gasping at the feel of his length rubbing at my core.
“Fuck, baby.” His hand gripped my ass, moving me in a back and forth motion over his clothed erection.
I whimpered, a spark of desire exploding through me.
“Show me what you want.”
Sliding my body up and down his pelvis, his cock brushed over my clit at the perfect spot. “Oh.” I shivered, my hips circling against him.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, helping me ride out the waves of pleasure.
I jumped when his arm reached around my body and his fingers came into contact with my soaked panties.
“Soaked for me, Hummingbird?” Sliding a finger beneath the fabric, his knuckle brushed over my pussy.
“Please,” I breathed, needing him to take it further.
He grinned. With his free hand, he cupped my nape and deepened the kiss. At the same time, his finger thrust into my body.
I moaned, shaking against him, and moved my hips in tune with his fingers.
He swallowed my cries, pumping hard and fast.
“Oh. Oh. God.” I shook, not expecting to feel so good from just his finger.
He broke the kiss, staring intently into my eyes. “I want your orgasm. You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
I swallowed hard. “Y-yes. Oh, please yes.”
“Good girl.”
The feel of him inside me only heightened the fact that I wanted to experience all of him. Every inch. Every muscle. Every movement down to his soul. I rotated my hips against his, rubbing myself up and down the length of his cock. He was still wearing his sweatpants, but the roughness from the fabric sparked a tingle throughout my body.
I broke, coming apart in his arms. He held me while I exploded with pleasure. My body tingled. Every nerve ending came alive with ecstasy. I felt him everywhere. All over me. Inside of me. Deep down into my soul. So much pleasure came from the mere touch of his hands. The moment we went further, I would surely combust.
In a quick move, Asher had me beneath him, his fingers still inside my body.
I groaned, arching under him. I hinted. Begged. I didn’t care that we were best friends. I needed him in ways I never needed someone before. I needed him to show me how it felt to truly be alive. To feel every inch of my skin being touched.
“Tell me.” Asher kissed up the side of my neck, circling his hips into mine.
“More. Please more.”
Releasing me, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
My heart raced. With some maneuvering, I lowered my panties and kicked them off with my foot.
“Beautiful. Absolutely. Fucking. Beautiful.” Asher pulled himself free of his pants, wrapping his hand around his thick length.
My breath caught in my throat. He was huge. The biggest I had ever seen. My mouth watered at the mere sight of him.
Sliding the condom down his hard cock, his gaze met mine. He paused, waiting.
That was my last chance. There was no going back, and I didn’t want to.
At that moment, the phone rang.
“Fuck me,” Asher snarled. Reaching for his phone, he checked the display and threw it back on the table.
“Don’t you need to get that?” I asked, squirming under him.
“Nope.” His mouth crashed to mine, ignoring the incessant ringing.
“It could be important,” I said between kisses.
“Fuck them.” Asher pressed the tip of his length against my opening just as a voice rang out around the room.
“Asher, answer your damn phone, fucker,” Angel’s deep voice boomed from the answering machine.
“Shit.”
I shivere
d. “It’s fine.” I pushed Asher back, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch to cover myself. “Answer the phone.”
Asher grumbled, removing the condom, and righted his pants. “It better be important,” he said, calling Angel back.
We both knew it was. Angel wasn’t the type of man to just call out of nowhere.
“Hey, man,” Asher greeted. “I was,” he glanced at me. “Occupied.”
My cheeks burned, the corners of my lips tugging into a tiny smile.
Pulling me to his side, Asher slid his arm around my shoulders. Things weren’t weird. They were like they always had been. So we almost had sex. No big deal. Right? But I couldn’t get the image of his naked body out of my mind. His cock thick with veins. Long and hard with pleasure. Because of me. But I also couldn’t get the nagging feeling out of my head that I was just another notch on his bedpost. I knew I shouldn’t think that way. I was different. I even knew that. He knew things about me others didn’t. And the same went for him.
“We’re meeting Charles the day after tomorrow if everything goes according to plan.”
The mention of that bastard’s name interrupted my thoughts.
“Yeah, the fucker likes to change things up.” Asher held me closer. “Meeka is in.” He explained to Angel that he didn’t really give me a choice. But I knew if it came down to it and I did say no, Asher would have to deal.
“Nah, brother. I’m good.”
“Ask him about the meeting,” I said. “They should come here.”
“Yes, she’s beside me. You’ll come here? Shouldn’t you ask Jay first?” Asher scoffed. “Yeah, okay. She has you by the balls, man.” He laughed.
My heart fluttered. The deep husky sound rumbled from his chest. It wasn’t something he did often.
Asher said goodbye a moment later, letting out a deep sigh.
Sliding my fingers between his, I held his hand in my lap. “Maybe this wasn’t meant to be,” I said, breaking the silence.