Middleweight (Hallow Brothers Book 2)

by Trish Andersen

  The ebony-haired beauty glanced back at the back of the stage as she bit her lower lip. A guy in a designer suit stood at the door beside it with his arms crossed over his chest. His coat was pulled up enough to reveal a silver pistol. Micah couldn’t tell if he flashed it on purpose just to scare her. It seemed like it was working.

  She turned her attention back to him. “I’m sorry. I don’t do that sort of thing.”

  “It’s all right. I understand.”

  She gave him one last smile as the music ended. His mouth might have conceded, but his body sure as hell didn’t. He tried to reason with himself, but the protest faded away. His brain processed only one command. To fuck. It was almost a primal need. And it only wanted her.

  He watched her stand and then gather her dress. His eyes never left her as she strode across the stage and vanished behind the curtain. Forcing himself back into his seat, he watched the next couple of dancers. The lust that singed him flamed into an inferno. He cursed as he stood and turned for the door.

  Micah spun back as he felt a hand grip his arm. Behind him stood the blonde who danced first. She was dressed in a tight tank top and the shortest shorts he had ever seen. She tugged on him one more time even though she had his attention. “Do you still want to fuck my friend?”

  He laughed at the unexpected question but then grew serious. “Yeah.”

  “Five hundred dollars.”

  “Are you fucking me?”

  “Nope. Five hundred. Are you in or out?”

  Micah frowned. Five hundred dollars? He didn’t have that kind of coin on him, and he didn’t have a way to get it. He ran his hand through his hair and then clenched his hand on his hip. He was suddenly aware of the wad he had shoved in his back pocket back at the club. He slapped a hand across his ass, finding the envelope Leroy entrusted him with. The money was Caleb’s. It was the rest of his purse from his last fight. He and Meg were having a baby. They could use all the money they could get.

  He grinned at the blonde. “Yeah. Tell her I’m in.”

  The blonde pointed at the front door. “Meet her at the hotel across the highway in twenty minutes.” She cocked her head to the side as she pulled her arm to herself to twirl a lock of hair between her fingers. “Unless you want a go at me.”

  Micah shook his head. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  “Suit yourself. Need condoms?”

  “I’m good. Thanks.”

  He watched as she bounced across the black painted cement floor until she disappeared behind the curtain. He laughed to himself. “My kind can’t get your shitty human STDs. It might be the only upside to being a werewolf.”

  He pulled the envelope from his pocket as an evil grin spread across his face. “Sorry, Cay. I swear I’ll pay you back.” Without another thought, he wove through the club and headed outside.

  »»•««

  Eve stuffed her gown into her oversized purse and zipped it closed. Normally she took her time hanging it up, so it didn’t wrinkle. It was her favorite to dance in, just enough room to move in but tight enough to let men’s imaginations run wild. But tonight she didn’t care what happened to it. If it wrinkled, she would just iron it or steam it or throw it away and buy a new one. It didn’t fucking matter.

  She’d felt that pull inside of her long before her last dance. It was like a tiny python crawled inside her and wrapped itself tight around her heart and soul. It breathed molten fire into her core. She had already had two tiny orgasms just by moving since the little creature took over.

  She let out a slow breath. That man.

  The moment she laid eyes on him sitting beside the stage, that little shit coiled inside of her moved. It tugged her to him. The thought of wanting, no needing, to have long, intimate sex with the total stranger terrified her. It was all she thought about while she danced. She had no idea where the desire that consumed her came from, but it washed over her like a tidal wave. The whole thing was bizarre. As she danced in front of the mysterious, dark stranger, she lost herself in his deep brown eyes behind his glasses. She wanted to be wrapped tight in those strong arms. She wasn’t embarrassed to admit that she checked out the ridge of his cock hidden by his jeans. If what she detected was true, he had to leave women unable to walk in the morning.

  That was the reason she was making tracks out of the club. She almost said yes to sleeping with him. But Deacon was watching. He was already going to be pissed that she danced just for him and not the other degenerates in the club. If he had any idea that Eve wanted to have sex with tall, dark, and sexy, there would be no turning back. He’d wanted her to turn tricks for him for years. It was the only freedom Eve had from him. If she gave in and started hooking for him, Deacon would own her for the rest of her life.

  “You gettin’ a drink at the bar, Eve?” The blonde who danced before her strutted across the dressing room wearing a tank top and a pair of jean shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Both were thin enough to make wearing them almost pointless. “I hear Barry has been askin’ about you.”

  “Barry is nearly old enough to be my grandpa, Mitzi,” Eve laughed.

  “His money spends the same, right? Sweet talk him ’nuff, and he might just go buy you some diamonds.”

  Eve slung her purse over her shoulder. “Something’s come up. I’ve got to go.”

  Mitzi’s eyes grew wide. “Are you going to go find that hottie you danced for? Deacon’s going to be pissed you danced for just one customer, you know.”

  “I’m going home. Just home. And I don’t give a…”

  The door of her locker slammed closed in her face. Mitzi squeaked at the noise. Eve gritted her teeth as she raised her head defiantly.

  “You don’t give a what, Eve?” Deacon pressed himself against her as he braced his hands on either side of her head, trapping her against the lockers.

  Eve glared at him without a word. He bashed his fist into the locker. “You don’t give a what?”

  “I don’t give a fuck,” Eve finally answered.

  He leaned into her until their noses nearly touched. “I have rules, Eve. Don’t show your attention to just one client unless they’re paying for it. Who the fuck was that guy?”

  “Not a clue.”

  “What did he ask you?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Eve, baby. Don’t lie to me. I know you. I’ve fucked you. I know when you’re turned on, and you’re buzzing right now.”

  Eve snorted. “You’ve never turned me on. Don’t flatter yourself.”

  “Who gave you money for your rent? Who gave you the cash for that piece of shit bike you own?”

  “I built that bike from scratch, so fuck you. Who kidnapped me and dragged me here from Vegas? Who tied me up and jammed a needle in my arm until I was so hooked on heroin I couldn’t fucking see straight? The shit you’ve done to me could get you slammed behind bars for life.”

  Deacon wrapped his hand around her throat. She swallowed hard as he slightly squeezed. “So call the cops. But let’s face it. They wouldn’t listen to a lowlife junkie like you. I don’t chain you to the wall. You have your own apartment. Go. Go back to Vegas. Oh, wait. You have no family, no friends to go back to. Let’s be honest, Eve. That’s why you use. No one loves you but me. It makes you sad. So you snort to get happy. So let’s talk about that twenty-four-thousand-dollar drug debt you have with me. Remember Daisy? Summer? Remember the way their blood flowed across the floor? You run, and you’ll be next. Now, start paying back that debt.”

  Deacon turned his head. The grip he had on Eve’s throat kept her from following. He nodded. “Go catch that guy, Mitzi. Tell him five hundred to fuck Eve. She’ll meet him there in twenty minutes.”

  Her voice was a squeak. “Yes, sir.”

  Deacon turned this attention back to Eve. “It’s time you start paying back your debt, Eve. Bring me back five hundred dollars in the morning. Understand?”

  Eve shuddered in his grasp. It wasn’t from terror of Deacon. It was from the sweet anti
cipation of the sexy stranger buried deep inside her, the feel of his sculpted body panting against hers. She hated it. She couldn’t agree to Deacon’s demand. She would rather die than belong to him.

  The word no died on her tongue as she opened her mouth. The primal need that possessed her spoke instead. “Yes, I understand.”

  Deacon’s smile was evil as he let her go. “Good girl. You got twenty minutes. Go.”

  Mitzi nearly stumbled through the curtain. She regained her footing and nodded eagerly. “I caught him. He’ll be there.”

  Eve glanced from her to Deacon. Without another word, she scooped up her bags and stalked to the back door. For being her last walk of freedom, she ached to get started.

  Chapter Two

  Eve threw open the back door and stepped outside. Her heart leaped in her throat when she saw the shadowed figure. Her heart had already been pounding out of control with the thought of selling her body. At this rate, she was going to have a heart attack. She lurched back toward the door but cursed as it slammed shut in her face. She turned back to the figure and squared her shoulders back. “What the fuck do you want?”

  The body stepped into the light of the lone sodium lamp that hung over the back door, revealing the hottie she was supposed to meet at the motel. He held up his hands in mock surrender. “It’s just me.”

  She clenched her hands on her hips. “I said I’d meet you across the street.”

  “I know you did. But I wasn’t sure if I should escort you across the street. I mean, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “Escort me across the street? That’s cute.”

  She could see the hint of a snarl on his face. “Sorry. This is my first time. It’s not like they hand out a fucking manual for this.”

  “It’s your first time paying for sex?”

  “It’s the first time I’ve had sex. Well, except…” His words trailed off. She could see him turn his head away.

  “With yourself?”

  “Are we doing this or not?” he snapped.

  Eve fought back a smile. How the hell was this guy a virgin? He was as cute as a puppy but sexy as sin. “Of course. I’m sorry.” She held her hand out to him. “I’m Eve.”

  He took her hand in his. “Micah.”

  There was a moment they stared at each other. The touch of his hand set her on fire. She barely got out a squeak as he pulled her to him, his mouth enveloping hers. She arched her body against him, her curves searching for the hard, muscular planes of his body. She trembled as her hip grazed his cock. Her hands roamed as his lips moved to the curve of her neck. Her brain screamed for her to stop. She hadn’t sunk this low. She couldn’t go through with this. Her body ignored her, surrendering to his touch.

  “Do you have something to cover that monster between your legs?” she murmured between gasps.

  “My kind don’t need protection. We don’t catch shit like that.”

  “Hot, sexy guys you mean? Because I know a few who have STDs.”

  He nipped at her earlobe. “Just trust me.”

  She wasn’t sure if she wrapped her legs around his hips or if he lifted her. She was just aware of the rough brick of the club against her back. He rocked hard into her over and over as he held her close. She whimpered and then cried out as he stroked her into an orgasm, her body igniting in the cool fall breeze. She had been with a couple of guys she sort of dated but they never got her to orgasm. Ever. Yet this dude had already sent her over the edge, and they still had their clothes on. She tried to pull herself together. This sure as hell couldn’t professional. Not that she knew. She could only guess. When he nipped at her jugular, she gripped him closer with every muscle in her body.

  Micah slipped a hand between them to fumble with the button on her jeans. She clenched at his touch as another wave tore through her. They cursed together.

  “Fucking button,” he muttered.

  “Motel,” she gasped.

  He looked up at her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

  She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. “I need you deep inside me now.”

  He cocked a grin at her. “Wow. I love the dirty talk.”

  “Shut up, you bastard. It’s not dirty talk. You’re a fucking liar. You can’t be a virgin. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I need you. Now. Please.”

  He pulled free from her hands and buried his mouth into the curve of her neck. She clung to him as she teetered on another rush. “Micah, please.”

  “I like begging.”

  “Fuck you.”

  He slowly set her on her feet, making sure she felt every inch of his erection as she hit the ground. She shuddered. That thing was going to be inside her soon, and it was going to split her in two. None of the guys she’d ever laid eyes on was that big. There was no way a condom could sheathe that monster. It was one of Deacon’s rules. No unprotected sex. She had heard him literally beat it into the girls who turned tricks before he sent them out. At the moment, though, she didn’t care. What Deacon didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

  He took her hand in his and led her across the highway to the motel. He had to feel her shaking like a leaf. She was acting like the fucking newbie she was. He squeezed her hand. When she turned back she saw him smile. She cocked her head and winked at him. Maybe she was a newbie, but he didn’t have to know that.

  They stopped in front of a red painted door. The curtains blocked her view of the tiny room. She fidgeted from one foot to the other, grinding the balls of her feet into the cement. The girls who hooked would talk about their johns while they all got ready to perform. A girl got the first hint at the character of a man who hired her by how clean and organized he was when he traveled. The neat ones were gentlemen. The slobs liked to play dirty. Eve bit back a sigh. She sure hoped he was a slob.

  She watched Micah as he dug in his pocket and pulled free a key hooked to an old piece of warped plastic by a paper clip. He let a chuckle escape as he slipped the key into the doorknob and turned. “Can’t remember the last time I used a key at a hotel.”

  Eve grinned at him. “Well, the place isn’t known for its five-star accommodations. Typically folks only need a room for an hour or so. No reason to get comfy.”

  “I take it you’ve been here before.”

  She smirked at him. “Just open the door.”

  He shoved the door open. “Got it.”

  Micah held the door open for her, his fingertips grazing her ass as she passed. She caught his hand in hers and tugged him along, letting the door slam shut behind them. He stopped, snapping his arm back to bring her back to him. Eve opened her mouth as her brain spat out instructions. She needed to lay down ground rules once she remembered them. Oral sex was an extra hundred. Absolutely nothing went in her ass. She knew girls who would let a guy go there. She wasn’t one of them. And she got paid up front. No negotia…

  His mouth enveloped hers, and she lost all train of thought. She melted against him as he wrapped his strong arms around her. She tangled her tongue with his as the desire that consumed her at the club turned into an inferno.

  Micah pulled his kiss away enough to mumble. “Do I pay you now?”

  “Fuck the money. I need you inside me.”

  “My pleasure.” He tipped her chin up to feast on the curve of her neck. Eve whimpered and then groped for the hem of her T-shirt. She pulled it up past her breasts and then reached behind her back to let her bra loose. She needed that magical mouth on her breasts, his teeth scraping against her sensitive nubs. She shook at the thought.

  She gasped as strong fingers flicked the closures to release them. They trailed down her back and inside her jeans to caress her ass. She didn’t know if it was intentional or not, but one long digit brushed against her clit.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned as her hips bucked against him.

  “You’re wet.”

  “You are a fucking liar. You aren’t a virgin.”

  Micah pulled his hand free. He scooped her up aroun
d his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground against his erection. She heard his groan muffled against her shoulder as he carried her to the empty dresser and set her on it. She lifted her arms for him to strip her bra and shirt off her.

  Micah kissed her as he undid her jeans. He slipped a couple of fingers inside her and rocked them in and out slowly. “I told you I’ve never been with a woman.”

  Eve gasped as the tension slowly built in her belly. She clung to the edge of the dresser as she parted her legs farther. “Then where the hell did you learn this?”

  His lips wandered to her neck again. “Porn.”

  Eve’s breath quickened to a pant. She felt her skin dampen with sweat. “This isn’t necessary.”

  Micah’s gaze locked with hers as he kept thrusting his fingers inside of her. “Yes, it is. Watching you come apart is beautiful.”

  “I’m not going to come apart.”

  “Really?” Micah rubbed his thumb on her clit as he clamped his teeth on one of her nipples and sucked. Eve screamed as she bucked against his hand, the rush overpowering and dragging her under.

  She grabbed hold of the waistband of his jeans. “Micah, please,” she pleaded.

  “I like it when you beg.”

  “Shut up and fuck me. Please.”

  “Do you do this for every guy who pays to have sex with you?”

  Eve grunted in frustration as she pulled him to her and undid his pants. He didn’t need to know he was her first paying customer. She slid a hand in his briefs and caressed his cock. He cursed under his breath as he slid his jeans and underwear to his ankles. She took in the sight of him naked. It blew her away. Greek gods had nothing on this guy. He was perfectly sculpted. He had just the right amount of ink etched into his skin. He was simply the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. And what was hanging between his legs? It made her moan in anticipation.

  He gripped her jeans and tugged at them to pull them off. She wanted to say something dry and sarcastic. His virgin was showing. Did he expect he was going to magically free them when they were still tightly wrapped around her ass? But the need that flooded her, coupled by the image of the man between her legs, robbed the words from her throat. Instead, she lifted herself up and wiggled to help rid herself of her clothes. She pushed her own undies away and kicked them to the floor.