Loyal Cheaters (Cheaters #2)

by Lacey Silks

  “One second.”

  I was afraid he’d shove that white little pill that had been staring at me down my throat. Instead, he lay down on his back and removed his boxer briefs. His cock stood firm. Although in a different situation I would have admired a lean body like Craig’s, all I wanted to do was cringe.

  “Free your tits,” he demanded.

  I lowered my bra cups.

  “Now, what would your daddy think about his little girl sucking me off?”

  “I don’t care what he thinks. He’s a selfish prick. Now, do you want me to blow you, or are we going to talk all night about my father and try to figure out why he didn’t have a parenting bone in his body?”

  “All yours.” He pointed to his erection. “Make it quick. I can’t wait to sink into that tight pussy of yours. Three weeks of abstinence must have tightened you a bit. Next time, we’ll put a few stiches in that pussy of yours.”

  There won’t be a next time, asshole!

  I pulled my hands over his legs and scraped my nails over his calves, so he wouldn’t feel me piercing his skin. I wasn’t sure if the sedative would work if I injected it here, but I had no other choice. The last thing I wanted was to take him in my mouth. I felt him twitch underneath my hands. He frowned. Had he felt the pinch?

  I cupped his balls with my left hand before his attention was drawn down to the piercing on his thigh, from which pooled a drop of blood.

  “Suck me, Zoey. And swallow. I want you to swallow it all…”

  His words were already slurring, and his body had become more limp. But he was still awake. He reached for my breast and squeezed it in his hand. I felt sick to my stomach. This couldn’t be over fast enough. How long would it take the sedative to take full effect? Would I have to take him in my mouth if he was still awake? I had seconds for him to pass out. Craig’s eyes opened and closed as I massaged his balls, his hand pulling on my breast to come closer to his crotch.

  Fall asleep, damn it!

  Yet he wouldn’t, and now my mouth was inches from his cock. I could smell him. Although it had never happened on any other job, my gag reflex took over.

  Oh, my God! I’m going to throw up.

  Ace had promised me freedom. He’d given me hope, and now I was having a hard time doing what I’d done for the past two years. But I had no choice. I opened my mouth, and then I heard a familiar voice:

  “Step away from him, Zoey. He’s out.”

  Ace stood behind me, his face twisted in disgust. I thought about the image in front of him and how I’d feel if our roles had been reversed.

  No!

  I skidded away from Craig and jumped off the bed. The corner of the room, that black hole I didn’t want to be in, was waiting for me. I ran past Ace to behind the chair and pressed my back against the wall pulling my knees to my chest. Filled with shame, I lowered my head. No one had ever seen me serving an Infinity member before. I never realized I’d feel so humiliated. And now, Ace – the only man I cared about – had witnessed exactly who I was.

  A whore.

  Infinity’s bitch, ready to pounce at any call.

  Tears streaked down my cheeks, and I pulled in a sniffle just as Ace brought over a blanket.

  “Stay away from me.” I turned my body into a ball, shrinking away.

  “Baby, it’s over. It’s all over.”

  “I’m repulsive. You’re disgusted.”

  “No, baby. I’m sorry. Yes, I was upset seeing you like that. But it’s done. You did good, Zoey. You did really good.”

  He wiped my cheeks. I peeked over his shoulder to where someone was checking Craig’s pulse. Another person shook his pants and removed a key chain, passing it to someone else who was working on a laptop. They must have found the memory stick. A third man adjusted the pillows, leaving a piece of paper on an empty desk, setting up the scene to look like Craig had had his way with me. He removed the pill from the night table, shaking his head.

  Ace helped me up and wrapped a blanket around my body before lifting me into his arms. He didn’t say anything to anyone else, only carried me to the private elevator. We rode up to the now-empty penthouse. I was completely attached to his body, leaning my head on his chest.

  “Where is everyone?” I asked. My black mascara stained his white shirt.

  “It’s all done. They’re going to the headquarters once they have the information. We’re staying here until tomorrow, when I can get you back to the condo.”

  Ace carried me into the enormous bathroom. A tub filled with water and bubbles was waiting for me. He set me down by the side, and I shook my head.

  “I want to shower.”

  I couldn’t stand thinking that the water I used to wash off Craig’s scent would be used to bathe me. I had to scrub him off me and let it flow down the drain into sewage where truthfully, Craig belonged.

  “All right.”

  Without questioning me, Ace led me to the oversized shower and turned on the faucet. Water rained down, and I stepped underneath the stream in my panties and bra. I didn’t even notice when Ace, still clothed, stepped inside with me.

  “Don’t move, Zoey. Let me do this for you.” His voice was gentle and soft as he unhooked my bra and then lowered my panties to the ground. Barefoot, he stood there in his soaked jeans and with his white t-shirt clinging to his chest, pouring soap over the sponge.

  “Did they get it?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I think so. Harper will call you tomorrow. Don’t pick up.”

  “Okay. They won’t come and get me?”

  “No. You’re staying with me from now on.”

  “Jules?”

  “Scar’s watching over her.”

  “Mom?”

  “We have men watching Clare’s apartment. It will all be over soon, baby.”

  I let out a sigh of relief and looked up into his eyes. My heart felt weak and my soul even weaker. For the first time in a long time, though, I felt the first ounce of true freedom return. It would take time to accept it, but eventually I would. For me, Jules, all the women who’d worked at Infinity… and for Ace.

  Chapter 19

  Ace

  I’d never seen so much fear in anyone’s eyes as I had in Zoey’s that evening. When I came into the room and saw her lingering over Craig’s cock, I thought I’d have a heart attack. A disturbing instinct inside me showed me a vision of me stabbing a knife right into his chest and it would be all over. With my connections and funds, we could dump the body and no one would be the wiser. But I wasn’t a murderer, and death wasn’t sufficient punishment for Craig Harper.

  Eavesdropping through the mike we’d fastened to Zoey’s bra – listening to her flirt with him, seduce him, and steer him in her direction to get close enough to sedate him – was painful. Each word she said to Craig, asking him to fuck her mouth, to put his hands on her and to take her, was like slicing through my heart with a rusty knife. It didn’t matter that I knew she was playing him. In my mind, I kept imagining their position, the specific location in the room, praying he wasn’t rough, desperately hoping Zoey could withstand the brute force I knew Craig was capable of. Her tiny gasps made my heart race, and I almost lost it several times, but Emma stopped me, mouthing, She’s okay.

  I paced the room as Emma and her team remained glued to the thermal goggles, assessing the position of the red bodies behind the wall in the adjoining room. If she as much as hinted that Zoey was in danger, I would have broken through that wall. But if I knew Emma – she’d push this to the very limit so that we could get to Craig’s memory stick, even if Zoey had to do more than I wanted her to. She needed Infinity’s torture to be over more than anyone.

  Maybe Emma was right not to let me watch; only listen. I didn’t think they could hold me down if I actually saw what I imagined in my head. But from the sound of it, Zoey handled the situation like a pro. She didn’t falter, not even when Craig mentioned her father. I wondered how that new piece of information would complicate things between us — after all,
I’d known that he was an Infinity member ever since I’d joined the club. As I pulled my fingers through my hair, waiting for Emma’s signal, I could only hope that Zoey had already administered the sedative. If we were to be successful, Craig couldn’t know what had happened tonight. Even with the new information, we needed time to ambush him. If he got so much as a whiff of something going wrong, not only Zoey but also other women were in trouble. He could relocate with a snap of his fingers, and then all our hard work the past six years would go down the drain.

  Emma’s team had tamed Craig’s security. Removing six buffed men from the hotel room without them realizing it took a coordinated effort of phone calls of family emergencies and suspicious individuals showing up at the hotel whom the bouncers were forced to check out, while Zoey worked on Craig like a shark on a dead whale. Jesus, what was I thinking, agreeing to this? I didn’t want her working on anyone!

  As soon as Emma’s finger gave me the go sign, I was out that door. Fortunately, we weren’t too late. A few more seconds and I’d have ripped his cock off so that her lips wouldn’t touch him. It was bad enough that he’d kissed her.

  And now I washed her trembling body with a scrub, slowly pulling it over her skin one inch at a time, whispering encouraging words once in a while, trying to scrub away not only Craig’s fingerprints from her body but also this evening’s memories and all the other ones she had locked up over the past two years. It would be some time before Zoey believed this was over. Hell, it would take me seeing Craig rotting in a jail cell and the entire operation down before I believed it myself. But for now, I had her to take care of. I had to keep her safe until the entire operation was destroyed.

  I brushed my thumb over Zoey’s eyebrow, and she blinked. Although she was facing me, I felt as if she were looking right through me. Had I pushed her too far? Had I asked her for too much? Had I broken the only person I ever cared about?

  “Are you all right?” I asked.

  What kind of a fucking stupid question was that? Of course, she wasn’t all right. Her lips were blue despite the hot water, her skin was covered with goose bumps, and her hands were frozen. It was as if all the energy I loved about her had been drained from her body.

  “Talk to me, Zoey. Please.”

  “I’m okay.”

  “You don’t look okay.”

  “I’ll be fine. When will you know?”

  “About?”

  “About Infinity. If it’s over.”

  “A couple of weeks.”

  “Okay. That’s good. And if it wasn’t enough… If they didn’t get the information…”

  “It was. It had to be.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “But I believe it, and so should you. Our informant got paid well for this. We’ve been waiting for this chance for a long time.”

  “Who was your informant? You said you didn’t trust him.”

  Fuck!

  Although Craig had mentioned Zoey’s father in the room, I couldn’t tell her. Not yet. She was upset enough, and given she had zero faith in her father, confirming his involvement would only agitate her.

  “I don’t, entirely. Whistle blowers usually have hidden agendas. But I don’t want you to think about this tonight or tomorrow or the day after. Just believe that it’s almost over. Please?”

  She nodded.

  “I know it’s not easy, baby. What happened to you in there… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I put you through. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

  “No. I guess I was just scared that, you know, that he’d go through with it. That somehow he’d shove that pill down my throat and it’d be all over.”

  “I would have gone in there, you know, if that had happened. I wouldn’t have let him harm you.”

  “I know. But when you’re in that situation, you become part of a different world. I usually left my body when I had to… you know, do a job. But this time was different. I was there because I was on a mission, and my mind couldn’t let go of what he was doing and I… I just can’t believe I’ve been doing this for two years. How… how can you want me?”

  Her face was wet, and I wasn’t sure whether she was crying or not, but the words came out as whimpers, sad and painful. I stroked her cheeks before cupping her face and brining my lips to hers. She moaned, and I pulled away.

  “Like this, baby. Because I understand that it wasn’t your choice. Only a coward would have backed away and let their sister suffer. You’ve sacrificed your life and your body, and I love you for that.”

  “What?”

  What? Did I just tell her I loved her? Looking into those beautiful brown eyes, I smiled, realizing that yes, I did love Zoey Blakely.

  “Zoey, I’m falling head over heels for you.”

  She draped her arms around my neck, forcing my mouth to hers again and kissing me. She didn’t say it back, but she didn’t have to. There was nothing else I would ever demand of this girl, and that included an expectation to love me back. If I was lucky, she would. And if I had to wait for years, I would.

  Her needy mouth became more aggressive. I matched the hungry strokes of her tongue with mine, the memory of tonight fading from my mind. All I wanted to concentrate on was this selfless girl who had become such a big part of my life. Her hands found my belt and her fingers worked to open my buckle and fly. She jerked away from me, the suction of our kiss breaking with a pop, and slid down my body, lowering my jeans down to the tiles and pushing them to the corner.

  “No underwear?” She smiled.

  “It was a hasty kind of day.”

  I was in her warm hold a moment later.

  Jesus!

  Splaying my hands against the wall in front of me, right over Zoey’s head, I sucked in a breath. She pulled my skin from the root up to the tip, tantalizing the entire stretch of my cock with her touch, teasing me with her breath. I shut my eyes. The tip of her tongue traced the rim of my cock. It felt cool against the exposed layer as she dragged her grip down. A familiar feeling collected in the bottom of my spine. If she kept this up, I would give her one hell of a facial, and that was the last thing I wanted right now. But before I got a chance to lift her up, she took me in her mouth.

  Holy fuck!

  I slid along the roof of her mouth, deeper and deeper. Zoey tilted her head backward, taking in most of my cock, making me lose my mind. She cupped my balls with one of her hands while the other slid to my ass, the touch forcing me to tighten those muscles. Her tiny mouth felt too good around me. I let her control me, please me as she wished, and that’s when my cock popped out of her mouth and her tongue slid down my length to my balls, and she tea bagged me. My balls filled her mouth, packing her cheek to cheek. I felt my sack contract as she sucked on them, letting them in and out, and I was so done.

  Fuck!

  I was ready to explode, but not yet. Not like this, after the day we had. I’d promised this girl that she would be cherished, and here I was fucking her mouth.

  “Get up.” My jaw was tight. If she didn’t stop this now, I’d have to finish.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked.

  “Yes. I should be the one on my knees, baby.” I pulled her up.

  “You don’t like this?”

  “I love this, but let me love you tonight. Let me be the one to lick and pleasure you.”

  She gasped as if the mention of my mouth on her pussy was enough to put her over the edge. My shirt clung to my wet body. I lifted it over my head and tossed it to the corner where my jeans were.

  “No,” she said. “Make love to me, Ace. Just… make love to me.”

  I shut the water off and reached for the towel. I dried Zoey off and then myself, and I carried her to the master bedroom, our gazes never breaking apart. The cotton fabric only separated our bodies, but it was too much. I needed her skin to skin. I removed the towel, pulled the covers aside, and set her down on the bed, lying beside her. She traced her fingers over the rose tattoo on my arm.

  “What does
it mean?”

  “It’s for my mom. All my brothers have a variation of it as well. She loves gardening and roses.”

  “That’s sweet. You’re very lucky to have such a good family.”

  I chuckled. “Good? I think you got the wrong family.” I kissed her shoulder and traced my mouth up to her neck. She leaned her head to the side, exposing her jugular. I felt her rushing pulse underneath my lips, and my cock twitched. It didn’t have time to go down since we left the bathroom, and now it was begging to be within her warm sheath.

  “Well, definitely better than mine.”

  I adjusted my body over hers, parting her legs to the sides for my hips, and licked down to her collarbone before looking up. “It doesn’t matter, Zoey. You’ve done well for yourself. And your mother’s protective of you. She may hate me, but she loves you.”

  She gasped when I found her nipple and rolled it between my fingers. Her words were beginning to sound more eager and wanton. “She doesn’t hate you. She just wishes she could have gotten the full Ace experience.”

  I laughed and pinched her nipple harder, receiving an eager whimper. Her body wiggled underneath me, hips bucking higher as she rubbed her pussy against my hard dick. “And what exactly is the full Ace experience?”

  Her fervent sigh pleased me, and her heavy breathing was in tandem with mine.

  “Like this, taking time, teasing… I love it.”

  I lowered my mouth to that stone-hard nipple I’d been pinching and sucked on it, licking it and devouring it. I grasped it between my lips and pulled it up before releasing. “You deserve it. You deserve everything.”

  She was soaked. I felt her lubricate my cock as she slid up and down against it, her wetness covering me, the warmth of her pussy tempting.

  Lifting myself up on my elbows, I secured the tip of my cock at her entrance, ready to dive inside her.

  “I don’t ever want you to feel pressured into sex again,” I said.

  “Is that why you didn’t want to come in my mouth?” Her eyes opened with worry.