Drilled: (Hard 'n Dirty Book 7)

by Ava Sinclair

  I grasp the base of Cal’s huge shaft, my hand nestling in the thatch of black hair. My other hand cradles his balls, the soft sack heavy and warm in my hand. I move my head back and forth. Cal’s grip in my hair tightens; he’s having to restrain himself from thrusting too hard. He’s letting me take the lead now, letting me worship him with my lips and teeth and tongue. I pull him out of my mouth to lathe the length of him, teasing the slit, nibbling the little ridge I just licked. I roll his balls in my hand and take him back in my mouth completely, moving my hands around to cup his muscular buttocks. I pull him to me, encouraging him to thrust, to fuck my mouth as he fucked my pussy, as he fucked my ass. I want to feel he’s claimed me everywhere, taken me everywhere.

  Fuck me, I call out in my mind as I moan around his cock.

  He hears. Cal leans slightly back, his hips moving forward and back. I squeeze his hard ass cheeks, feeling them flex as he pushes himself against the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose, not wanting to break the rhythm. His cock is throbbing and pulsing. I soften my throat, preparing for him to come. I slide my hand back down to his scrotum, feeling the balls tightening. He’s ready to release his seed.

  “Do you want this, baby?”

  My single hand on his ass clutches tighter. He’d better not even think of pulling out of my mouth. I want to feel him. I want to know I’ve taken his seed into me in every way. I can feel my pussy pulsing out the wetness. I’ve never gotten excited going down on a man, but this is driving me wild. Giving Cal pleasure, being on my knees before him, serving him. I feel completely submissive, completely wanton. My nipples are so hard they hurt.

  He comes, and for the first time with a man, I don’t turn away. I swallow, taking every salty drop of his hot tribute, loving it, loving him. Cal is moaning in ecstasy. I’m doing this to him, more powerful on my knees than I ever knew I could be.

  “Oh, god, Iris. Baby. Baby.”

  I love the sound of him calling me baby, his voice so deep. I feel the soft throb in my pussy become a shockwave as the last of his cum slides down my throat. I’m coming, my hands gripping his ass as I moan around his spent cock.

  The room is quiet as I finish. I move my head back and look up at my handsome lover, who is staring down at me in wonder. Cal lifts me up, wrapping his arms around me.

  “Jesus, Iris. I’ve never had anyone make me feel like that. So good. So damn good…”

  He pulls his pants up, then sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me down as he reclines on the mattress. I curl into his embrace. The first soft light of morning is starting to come through the window.

  The high of pleasing him is quickly replaced by the low of what I’m facing outside this room. Cal senses my despair, and, as if reading my thoughts, turns me to him.

  “Iris,” he says, running the back of his hand gently down my face. “I know this is going to be hard for you. I’m not going to ask you to make any promises. But if your dad turns his back on you simply for doing the right thing, I’ll take care of you. I may not be able to do it like he did, but if I have to work two, three, four jobs…”

  “Cal.” His image blurs as tears fill my eyes. “My father has given me more material things than most people can dream of. But I don’t think I ever felt loved until I met you.”

  “And I don’t think I ever loved anyone until I met you,” he says. “I may not be able to give you a fancy house, but I can give you other things, things money can’t buy — skinny dipping in the moonlight, Iris. I want to take you down to this little spot where I went fishing last summer, show you this secret island I found last summer with shells as far as the eye can see. I want to make you a necklace out of them. I want to fuck you in the surf. I want to worship you like a sea goddess. I want to cook you dinner and hold you until we fall asleep watching old movies…”

  He pushes himself up on one elbow and pulls me under him, kissing me on the lips.

  “Do you know how perfect that sounds?” I ask.

  He trails a finger down my cheek.

  “I wish I could do more for you today.”

  “You’ve done more than enough already.” I sniffle, reluctant to leave the safety of his arms. “But it’s time for me to do the right thing.” I sit up, sighing.

  “So what are you going to do?”

  I turn back to him. “I’m going to tell my father that I have information that can bring down the company if he doesn’t face the press and tell them he made a mistake, pay any fine he has to pay, and make good on taking care of the workers. It’s time for him to stop hiding. He wanted me to be active in the company? Well I am. I’m going to advise him that it’s in his best interest to come clean.” I smile at him. “I have a lot to do. But first, I’m going to get a shower. Thank you, for giving me the courage to see what matters.”

  Cal rises from the bed. “I was happy to get you the information. Now, I can’t handle your daddy. But I can help you with that shower. I can scrub your back, baby. And then make you come.”

  “I already came,” I say, “when I was sucking your cock.”

  “Who says a girl can’t come more than once before breakfast?”

  He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. I feel myself getting wet once more as he opens the shower and turns on the tap. I let Cal remove my gown and watch as he strips off his clothes.

  This time, he takes command. We’ve barely entered the shower before Cal is pushing me against the tile, pressing his cock into the seam of my ass as he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my shoulder. One hand moves to pinch a nipple until I’m whimpering. The other moves around to the cleft of my pussy, the finger finding my clit and circling it to a hard nub.

  I moan, pushing against him. Cal spins me around, lifting me suddenly and impaling me on his ready cock. I cry out from the sensation of having my still-tender pussy filled with such sudden ferocity. Cries of pleasure pain soon become cries of passion as he drives into me, pushing me upward with each thrust until I’m moaning into the spray of water raining down on us.

  Could I really need more than this? Does anything else compare to Cal’s dominant lovemaking, to the deep timbre of his voice, to the way he makes me feel safe and cherished? My father raised me to be a pampered princess, but in Cal’s arms, I am a queen.

  I come. I come again. I come a third time, my pussy barely slowing in its quivering before Cal is pushing me back up to the height of ecstasy. My voice is hoarse from calling his name. When he comes, his hot seed bathing my pussy, it’s with a cry of triumph—the primal cry of a man claiming what’s his.

  “I want to be with you,” I say, “no matter what.”

  “Then we’ll make it happen…” He pauses. “You sure you don’t want me to come with you? I don’t want you out of my sight, baby.”

  “No,” I answer hastily. “I have to do this on my own. I’ll come to you when it’s over. I promise. I have ammunition now. If my father tries to ruin Ray’s life, or ours…I’ll ruin his. He’ll have to do the right thing. He can’t use his money against me anymore, Cal. If you’re okay being with a disinherited heiress…”

  “I don’t give a fuck about your money,” he says, and I know he doesn’t. He just wants me. He’s the first man who just wants me.

  We don’t want to part, and stand together in the water even after his cock softens and slips from my body. But we both know that there’s no choice.

  I watch from the window as Cal leaves, the pain of his departure eclipsing the fear of facing my father. But I know this must be done. My father may not love me, but I want to think Cal’s right. If my father realizes how much he has to lose, maybe he’ll do the right thing. I have to believe it. There’s no other way.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Cal

  I’m working the afternoon shift today. That’s good, because after two rounds with Iris, I’m ready for breakfast. I stop at the diner down the road from my hotel, and order my regular—country ham and eggs, toast, grits, and two glasses of orange juice.


  “Somebody sure has worked up an appetite.” The matronly waitress wearing a pin that says “Jesus loves you and I do, too,” winks at me as she places my breakfast on the table.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I say.

  “Lucky girl.” She winks again as she walks away.

  I catch my reflection in the napkin dispenser. I have bedhead, and a love bruise on my neck.

  Iris. Even after the shower I can smell her on my skin. I think of her father and try to swallow my anger along with a bite of my meal. If she’d let me, I’d go tell Roger Tremaine what a fool he is. I’d tell him to open his eyes to the beautiful, amazing woman his daughter is.

  When I met Iris, I’d pegged her as just a spoiled little rich girl. I wasn’t wrong. She is a spoiled little rich girl. But she’s been imprisoned by her lifestyle, a beautiful bird in a gilded cage, unable to fly where she wants.

  I don’t want to think her father will retaliate against her. I have to believe that he’ll look into her eyes and see the same little girl I do, the one who just wants to be loved and accepted.

  “More coffee, lover boy?” The jovial waitress returns when I’m halfway through my meal. I’ve drained my cup, and as much as I’d like another, I politely decline. I don’t need any more caffeine. What I should do is take a nap before my shift, but I know I’ll be unable to sleep until I hear from Iris that she got everything straightened out.

  I leave money on the table for the meal along with a nice tip. The sun is already raising a haze of heat over the parking lot. A farm truck with wood slats around the bed pulls out ahead of me, slowing my return to the hotel. I hope the air conditioner they put in my room is still cooling the place.

  Walking back in makes me miss Iris even more. I’ve always found the hotel room here lonely. Before Iris, my only companionship was the ghost of the woman who took up with my best friend. Now Sadie’s betrayal seems like a gift. Things happen for a reason, my mama always said. It was the one thing she and my aunt agreed on.

  Then I feel it, the heavy thud of something hitting me on the head. The room spins as I drop to the floor. There’s a sticky trickle of warmth as blood runs down my brow, the pain of a heavy boot cracking my lower right rib.

  Everything goes dark.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Iris

  My father is already at the office, which is unusual. A creature of habit, he rolls up at 9 a.m. sharp every morning. It’s only 8:30, and I’d planned to arrive early so I could be waiting for him. Rita isn’t here yet, which is also strange. She usually has a pot of strong coffee for my father to enjoy along with his morning cigar. True to form, my father hasn’t made his own coffee. But judging by the smell of smoke, he’s already working on his Cuban.

  I try to remain calm as I walk in. I’ve always been intimidated by my father, always so eager to please him. But it’s time to do the right thing, and for once, I hold the cards. I have the video and will send it to the media if he doesn’t do what I ask. He won’t hold my inheritance over my head. I’ve found something more important than money. I’ve found Cal, and that gives me courage.

  “Daddy?” I walk past Rita’s desk, down the narrow hallway of the trailer to the office, which is so different from the corporate office back in Dallas, where my father’s huge desk sits before an upper-story window overlooking the city.

  “Back here, honey. Come on in so Daddy can talk to you.

  I stop, recalling the few times I got in trouble as a child. He always said the same thing, and unnerves me even more. I dismiss it as paranoia. I’m not a child, after all.

  I walk into his office to find him reclining in his chair, his hands folded over his big belly. The half-smoked stogie is tucked between his fingers.

  “You’re here early.” He smiles. “Eager to face the press, put that education I paid for to use?”

  My legs feel rubbery with nervousness. I take a seat across the desk from him.

  “Yeah, but I came in early to talk to you.”

  “About what?”

  I draw a deep breath. “We can’t do this, Daddy.”

  “Can’t do what, darlin’?” He takes a pull on his cigar, his intake of breath igniting dozens of little embers on the end. I wait as he exhales the stream of smoke in my direction. It’s slow, deliberate. He stares at me through the haze, his eyes narrowed.

  Don’t let him intimidate you. My hand clutches the phone holding the video Cal sent me.

  “We can’t blame this on Ray, Daddy. What I really mean is, “You can’t blame this on Ray,” but I hope that saying “we” will remind him that I’m family, that what he is about to do puts not just his reputation at stake, but mine as well. “I’m sure the lawyers have told you…”

  He cuts me off. “The lawyers do what I tell them to, Iris. They’re smart. They know what’s good for them.” He pauses. “Do you?”

  “I know how to do what’s right, Daddy.” I try to keep my voice level, reminding myself that I didn’t come here to make a request, but a demand. I squeeze the phone. “And I’m going to what’s right. And so are you. I have something I want you to see.”

  He glances at the phone in my hand. “Let me guess.” He chuckles. It’s a mean chuckle. “It’s the video, right? The one where you can hear Ray bitching about the equipment…”

  I feel the blood drain from my face. How does he know?

  He points at my phone. “We already found out who shot it. It was Miguel, on Ray’s crew. Damn Mexicans.” He pauses, his expression turning hard as stone. “And to think my own daughter is fucking one.” He pounds his fist down on the desk. “I found out about that, too.” His face contorts into an ugly snarl.

  Before I can respond, he rises from his desk, leaning over it. “You think I’m a goddamn idiot, Iris? I knew as soon as I saw you last night you’d been sneaking out like a bitch in heat. Only question was who the hell you were with. I told that clerk to call me if he saw anyone coming and going to your room. I never figured you as a whore, Iris…”

  “I’m not a whore!”

  “Bullshit! I know that Cal Beaumont came to your room this morning. You’d best believe I’m going to get ICE over here to deal with both those sons of bitches…”

  Now I’m on my feet, aghast and furious. “Cal was born and raised in Louisiana. And Miguel has worked for you for years!”

  “You think I give a god damn?” He’s raising his voice now, his face mottled with rage. He looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, and God forgive me, but all I can think is that he deserves one. “Don’t you stand here defending that oil field trash! And just so you know, that bastard you spread your legs for has been sent a message that Roger Tremaine’s daughter is off limits to the likes of him!”

  A chill runs through me. “What message, Daddy. What are you talking about?”

  He smirks meanly and pulls a phone out of his desk drawer. Cal’s phone.

  “My guys lifted this off him after they worked him over. Dumb fuck didn’t even have it password protected. I was praying to the good lord Jesus that I wouldn’t find your number in his contacts where you called him to hook up. Turns out you’re not just a whore, but a backstabber. You and that son-of-a-bitch have been working together, haven’t you? I swear to god. If you weren’t my daughter….” He clenches his fist as he shakes his head. His voice is quavering. “I should have had those guys kill him, Iris, and if you don’t get him the rest of the message, they will.”

  I sink down into my chair, shaking. “Daddy, what did you do?”

  He fixes me with a hard stare. “Just sent a couple of old boys to pay Cal Beaumont a surprise visit. He’ll be sore for a while, but what you did to me…that won’t ever heal.”

  “You?” I’m incredulous.

  “You weren’t the child I wanted, Iris. You should have been a son, but your mama was the only one of my wives I could get knocked up, and even she let me down. Now you have, too. At the very least, you could have just done one goddamned thing when I asked. Instead, you
have to fucking go and…” His face grows redder. He looks at me like I’ve something he’s scraped off his shoe as he struggles to find the words to continue. “You betrayed me and stained yourself with some lowlife!”

  “You’re a monster.” My voice is shaking, but with anger more than fear now. “We both know you only had one kid because you shot blanks, Daddy. I heard you and your second wife arguing…”

  “Shut up!” He explodes from his chair, knocking it backward. “You’re no better than they are,” he snarls. “And if you value the life of that bastard who put his oily hands on you, then you’d better get over there and tell him it’s over. I know his type. Stubborn. Feral. If he doesn’t hear it from you, he’ll come sniffing back around like a dog. Fucking animal.”

  “I hate you.” I glare at him.

  “Well, I don’t feel much different toward you. But you’re still going to do what I say. You will pretend to be a good daughter, even if you’re not. You’ll call a press conference today after you send that man on his way, and you’ll go on the record with my statement if you don’t want my men to hunt Cal Beaumont down and beat his pretty face so bad that little kids will run away from him. Got it?”

  I feel bile rise in my throat.

  “Got it?”

  I’m shaking again. This is no idle threat. I was wrong to think I could reason with my father.

  “Yeah, I got it.”

  He flops back down in his chair and picks up the stogie smoking in an ashtray. “Good. Now get, girl. Go do what you gotta do and then come back. By the end of the day, we’ll have this shit with the accident settled, and then we’ll talk again about what it’s going to take for you to see a penny of my money.”