by KB Winters
I took him as deep as I could, practically impaling myself on his cock as pleasure roared through me, vibrating my whole body for long seconds until I was spent. Totally fucking spent.
“Did you just come from sucking me off?”
“Mm-hmm,” I answered, his cock still in my mouth so the vibrations made his hips buck up.
“Fuck!” A moment later the bed shook like a fucking earthquake when Terry yanked me by the ankle and flipped me over, towering over me like some kind of sex god.
“That’s so fucking hot, but I’m not sure I believe you.” His hands, slightly calloused, slid up and down my thighs, first the outside and then the inside before he stripped the panties from my body. My nightgown went next.
Feeling sexy and honestly, still horny as fuck, I spread my legs wide. “See for yourself.” The way his blue gaze intensified at my words had my pussy clenching with desire, waiting in anticipation of what was to come.
With his gaze nailed to mine Terry rubbed two fingers up and down my pussy, from my opening to my still pulsing clit, and then plunged them deep. I arched into his touch with a smile. “Still wet and quivering,” he growled and slid those same fingers in his mouth. “Sweet.”
“Now who’s the tease?”
“Don’t worry, Kitty Kat,” he said playfully and knelt on the floor before he tossed one leg over each of his shoulders and smiled.
“I don’t tease. I please.” Then he kept true to his word, burying his face between my thighs, licking me until I shook and quivered, until the most ungodly noises came from my mouth.
“Oh Terry, fuck…yes!” He laughed but I didn’t care, I felt too good to care about anything except the way his tongue speared in and out of my pussy, fucking me while his thumb flicked my clit into submission.
“Terry,” I gasped and reached down to tangle my fingers in his hair.
His deep laugh made my whole body tremble and it all culminated at the apex in my thighs, ready to explode. Then the dirty man flattened his tongue and licked me roughly, up and down. Up and down. Up and down until wild animal cries echoed in the room.
My back arched off the bed as my orgasm barreled out of me like a Mack truck, and still Terry licked me until every ounce of pleasure had been wrung from my body.
“Fuck. Me. Hell yes.”
My heart raced, my body was on fire and my lungs couldn’t suck in enough air, but I felt better than I had in a long fucking time, which was saying a lot considering how much shit had gone on lately.
Just when I thought I couldn’t feel better, Terry was situated between my thighs, his blue eyes darkened with desire, his hair slicked back as his cock slowly invaded my body.
“So. Fucking. Tight.”
“Glad you…noticed,” I sighed when he was fully seated, balls resting against my body. “Move. Please.”
“Begging again, Kitty Kat?” Terry didn’t fool me, his voice was just as strained as I felt, but just to be sure I pulsed around his rock hard erection. “You know how much I love that.”
He had mentioned it a time or two and I felt my smile turn mischievous as I remembered my plan to enjoy this night. Fully. “Yeah?” Terry nodded; jaws still clenched tight. “Then Terry, fuck me. Please.” My heart smacked against my chest as I waited for him to respond, to move, to do something.
And then Terry’s hips were on the move, pulling back until our bodies were nearly separated and then plunging deep. So deep I ached even as my body begged for more. Sex with Terry was definitely an experience. I didn’t know if it was because it was Terry and what that meant to me or if it was being in a hotel out of town, but the whole thing felt like a fucking dream sequence from a movie.
It was slow and intense with a raw quality that I felt in the pit of my stomach. Everything was a little hazy when my eyes fluttered open to watch Terry, so beautifully masculine as his body moved gracefully against mine.
“Oh fuck,” he growled and gripped my hip with one hand, leaning over to grab my throat with the other as his mouth captured mine.
That one erotic move, so kinky and so fucking hot, was just enough to send me right over the edge. He kissed me gently even as he fucked me hard and rough, deep and fast, until pleasure exploded from every pore, every molecule that made me who I was. It was only a strangled cry of satisfaction that escaped before my body went slack. Pleasure flooded my body, coating his cock in so much wetness his own orgasm came moments later. ‘“Damn.”
Terry smiled and kissed me, this time slow and sweet while his body continued to fill mine with pleasure. He pulled back, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Better than just damn.” His hips slowed and eventually stopped as he collapsed on top of me, brushing soft butterfly kisses on my neck.
“Fuck,” rolling off.
I laughed, wincing slightly when he put just an inch of space between us. Still, it was too much. I felt the distance immediately.
“Yes Terry, we did just fuck.” Though calling it ‘fucking’ felt a bit wrong because it felt like so much more than a quick hard fuck. It felt like…more. “And it was fantastic.”
“It was even better than fucking fantastic Kat,” he growled and turned over to look at me, his blue gaze gravely serious. “But it can’t happen again.”
The air whooshed out of my body at his words even though they weren’t a shock. Not at all. I just figured the words would come a little later, like maybe in the morning. “Well it’s too late to go back to hating me now.”
Terry laid a gentle hand on my hip. “I don’t hate you, Kat. Believe me, my life would be a hell of a lot simpler if I did.”
I wondered what that meant, but my body still hummed with pleasure and the way his thumb grazed my hip bone made it hard to focus on his ominous words.
“Right.” My word came out on an erotic whisper.
“It’s complicated Kat.”
An angry growl escaped at his words. “Our whole fucking lives are complicated Terry, period. One more time, here, tonight, won’t make it less complicated.” Feeling brave and bold, and knowing it would all probably be nothing but a memory in the morning, I kicked a leg over his hip until I was straddling his lean body. “Will it?”
The way Terry looked up at me with that wicked grin was all the answer I needed.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Terry
I fucked Kat Ashby. The Ashby fucking princess. I had my way with her last night. All night. In just about every fucking way imaginable. It was hot as fuck and every time I thought about it, I had to fight a mental battle with my dick. Even now, behind the wheel of her car, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d made herself come while sucking my cock, the little cries of pleasure when I licked her cunt, or the way she rode me like a cowgirl on Spring Break.
It was hotter than I’d fantasized about all these fucking years, and I had done a lot of fantasizing about it. Dreaming about it. Thinking about what I’d do if the stars ever aligned and I had a shot with her. Twenty years of thinking about her hadn’t come anywhere close to reality.
“Shit,” I growled as my cock grew again, this time refusing to listen. Not baseball stats, not my brother, hell not even Jasper’s angry face could stop the dirty little fucker from wanting more of what last night held.
I was fucked. The sexy woman in the passenger seat was all I could think about, and I couldn’t have her again. Not just because we’d already checked out of the hotel and made our way back to Molly’s hostel, but because like I told Kat last night, shit was complicated.
“Let me do the talking,” Kat said, completely out of the blue. If it wasn’t for the light flush of pink on her skin, I might think she was completely unaffected by last night. She wasn’t, but she was trying hard not to be. At my frown she shrugged.
“I can get answers out of these kids without threatening them. I’m sure they’ve had enough of that.” She shook her head, her hair falling around her shoulders as she absently checked her phone. “If I can’t get anything from
them, you can step in. Deal?”
“I don’t like it but fine.”
I didn’t like any part of it, especially where she made the ground rules, but it was a solid plan. It would’ve helped if she was wearing one of those tight business suits she favored as the barracuda because they were hot as fuck, but not nearly as hot as Kat in jeans and a red leather jacket, with nothing but a white tank underneath it.
Nothing.
“My eyes are up here,” she said, laughter in her voice as I killed the engine inside the hostel parking lot.
“But your tits are right there,” I told her and pointed to the hard tips of her nipples, which I now knew tasted like strawberry cream. I got out of the car first before I did something like make her come with my mouth on those titties right there in the car.
I stayed by Kat’s side and let her do the talking.
“You guys know Molly?”
Two teens with stringy hair looked up and took in her outfit with disgust. “Who’s asking?”
“I am. So?” Kat held a fifty dollar bill in her hand and I tensed, hoping like hell she knew what she was doing.
“It’ll cost ya,” the blond boy said with a greedy smile.
Kat wasn’t affected at all. “Tell me something useful and I’m happy to pay.”
He snorted and shook his head. “What’s useful?”
“Easy. Tell me if you know Molly and where I can find her. If I believe you, the cash is yours.” She held a photo up so they could both see, determining quickly they had nothing. “Too bad. Thanks anyway.”
“Hey, wait,” the younger girl called after her, but Kat was already moving forward. I felt like a fucking puppy on her heels. More like a dog with the way I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass and those legs.
“No thanks,” she said with a wave and stepped outside, making her way to a group of three girls huddled in a circle, too young to be sucking on the cigarettes they inhaled like grizzled old factory workers.
“Hey ladies, do any of you know Molly?”
These girls weren’t as green as the kids inside. They took one look at Kat in her expensive clothes and scoffed. “Who’s askin’?”
The tall girl with dark hair was the spokeswoman for the group, the tough one.
“Her sister Madison works for me, and she got hurt on the job,” she lied easily. “Been asking for her sister who she hasn’t seen in months. I offered to help.” It was a good story that stuck close to the truth, but the dark haired girl wasn’t buying it.
The girl snorted and folded her arms over tits entirely too big for her baby face. “And you’re doing this, what, out of the goodness of your heart? Sure, lady, go sell that shit somewhere else.”
Kat stiffened. I was sure she would snap on the girls, but she surprised me.
“The goodness of my heart? Hell no. Madison is a damn good employee. I just don’t want her distracted over her sister when she comes back to work. If this will do it, that’s all I give a shit about. So do you know her or don’t you?”
“Her sister is alive?” The petite blonde gasped at her mistake and looked away.
“She is and she’s worried that Molly is hurt or worse. That’s why I’m here, not to hurt her.” The firmness in her voice took the girls off guard and they all stared at me with wide, frightened eyes. Kat shrugged.
“The first few hostels weren’t quite as friendly as this one so I hired a hot bodyguard.”
“Wow,” they all said at once, now openly staring at me.
“She slings hash at the roadside diner a few miles away from that highway brothel.” The leader’s eyes sparked with relief, maybe happiness that one of them would be saved.
Kat narrowed her eyes with a touch of menace. “Honestly?”
They all nodded.
“She paid for our room for another week with her tips,” the girl offered up reluctantly and looked away, embarrassed.
Kat dug in her pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. “What do you want, cash or a month paid up inside?”
“Are you for real, lady?”
Kat nodded. “Fuck yeah, I’m for real. I don’t joke about money.”
“The room,” they all answered without discussing it.
“Give me a name.”
The leader volunteered hers and Kat made a quick stop inside the office. She paid for two months and then we headed to the diner.
“There she is,” Kat whispered as if Molly could hear us from the parking lot.
Molly looked a lot like Madison only thinner and with a hard look to her face, like she’d had a much rougher life. Her hair was pulled back and her cheeks gaunt, her body skin and bone underneath the waitress uniform.
“Looks like Madison nailed it.”
“Shit, look!” Kat jumped out of the car when a man grabbed Molly by the waist and carried her out of the diner to a small one floor shack out back.
“Slow down,” I warned. “You don’t know what’s going on yet, Kat.”
She glared at me over her shoulder. “I’m not an idiot.”
She stomped toward a side window and peeked inside, leaving room for me to join her.
I wished I hadn’t because the man who was at least fifty with a beer gut, unsnapped his jeans and shoved them to his ankles before he crawled on the bed and lifted Molly’s skirt. She didn’t look frightened, just a little disgusted, when he slid a finger inside her pussy and smiled.
“Good. I love a wet cunt.” Then he shoved his cock deep, grunted like a stuck pig for about thirty seconds before busting a nut and rolling away.
“See ya next week doll face.” The fat fuck grinned as he pulled up his pants and fastened them, leaving a few bills on the bed before he walked out.
“What the fucking fuck?” Kat’s voice radiated anger as she tapped on the window, startling Molly.
“Couples are extra,” she grunted, not bothering to cover herself which told me more than I needed to know about her life.
“How much?” Kat flashed more cash and I groaned.
“Three fifty,” Molly shot back with attitude.
“Perfect.” Kat turned with a satisfied smile for me. “Don’t scare her,” she whispered and rounded the house before she stepped inside.
“I, uh, need to clean up first,” she said, suddenly realizing she still had jizz leaking between her legs.
“Later,” Kat said. “Your sister Madison sent me. She’s been looking for you everywhere.”
Suspicion spread across her face, coupled with disbelief. “You know Maddie?”
Kat nodded and told her the story of their meeting. “She wouldn’t take my help at first, but then the same people she believes took you, took her.”
Molly gasped. “Is Maddie all right?”
“A little beat up but she’s with my family now and they will keep her safe. You too if you’ll let me.”
Molly sighed and shook her head. “I can’t. The old preacher man said if I ran away, he’d go after her. It’s why I’m still here. I don’t want anybody fucking with her.”
“He won’t go after her. I promise you that. And if he does, he won’t live long enough to regret it.”
Kat sounded so protective and fierce; it was a fucking turn on.
“No. I can’t. When you get sick of her, she’ll have no one and then that fucker, Miller will pounce.”
“Miller?”
Kat’s blue gaze found mine. I knew what she was thinking before she even said it. “Mueller?”
Molly shrugged. “Some shit like that, yeah.”
Kat sighed and pulled out her phone. “If you won’t come with us, will you at least call Madison so she can stop worrying.”
“No. I can’t, dammit. If you care about Maddie at all, and it seems like you do, then tell her I’m dead so she can get on with her life.”
“You obviously don’t know your sister very well. She nearly got herself beat to death and sold off in Mexico trying to find you. Even then, she refused to stop looking. If I go back and tell her you
’re dead, she’ll want to see the body and plan a funeral.”
Molly’s neutral expression hardened.
“Tell her whatever you want. Just don’t tell her where I am.” Finally, she slid off the bed and headed toward the doorless bathroom.
“Wow,” Kat said, shooting an eyeful of scorn at Molly. “Here I thought you were a victim, but you don’t give a shit about your sister, do you? I’ll let her know I found you, and you told her to fuck off. If you change your mind, give me a call.”
She left a card on top of the money and motioned for me to follow her out of the shack.
“That was harsh, don’t you think?”
“A little, she needs to see things from Madison’s perspective.” Kat’s shoulders fell in disappointment. “I guess we’re headed back to Glitz.”
I hated that her disappointment felt like my disappointment, and even more, that I wanted to fix things for her.
“Or, we can see if Molly changes her mind. Maybe the dinner shift will give her some time to think. How about I buy you a burger, Kitty Kat?” I was playing with fire and in that moment, I didn’t give a damn.
“I could eat, I suppose.”
“It’s a long drive back to Glitz,” I told her. “Maybe we ought to get in a nap before dinner, just to be safe.”
Heat sparked in her eyes at my words and a slow smile spread across her luscious lips. “There’s a lodge a few miles up the road, perfect for a cat nap.”
“A cat nap. I like the sound of that.”
Whatever the hell craziness had taken over my mind, I was going with it. For now. There would be plenty of time for regret.
Later.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kat
“How is it possible that no one has seen that big ugly fuck anywhere?”
There was still massive fallout from Ravager’s fight. Now that we were back in Glitz, it had to be dealt with. All of it. There were plenty of people who expected to be paid for their off-book bets, and even more who wanted to know why the fuck they weren’t rolling in the cash they were promised.
Because stupid fucking Ravager refused to throw the fight. He was a pain in my ass, and I really wanted to find him first and stick my stiletto in his throat, not to kill him, just to let him know how fucking pissed I was. Because I was really fucking pissed.