Kaden (Recherché series)

by Brit Lauren

  Copyright © 2016 by Brit Lauren

  All rights reserved

  This book is an original work of fiction. All of the names, characters, sponsors, and events are the product of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. Any similarities to actual events, incidences, persons, deceased or living, is strictly coincidental.

  Any opinions expressed in this book or solely those of the author.

  KADEN

  Copyright ©2016 by Brit Lauren

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  This book is a work of fiction, all names, characters, places, and events are the products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental.

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Dear Reader

  Acknowledgements

  The Author

  Music pulses through the room, vibrating the floors beneath my feet as I stand at the packed bar. The bartender hands me two shots and takes my money. I turn and hand one to the blonde standing next to me. She’s hot, smoking hot. The dress she’s wearing is tight enough that I can tell she’s not wearing any underwear. I throw back the shot and stare at her tits, straining against the restrictive material. A blinding smile flashes across her lips and she tips the glass back.

  She leans in close, her body brushing against mine. “I want to dance.” She says in my ear seductively. She doesn’t even move away from the bar before she’s pressing her body against me, grinding and writhing. Without moving I signal the bartender for a beer and he slides a bottle of Corona down the bar, smiling and shaking his head. The girl drops to the floor and my gaze hits that of a girl behind her. Purely by chance. I swear. She smiles and cocks a brow before the blonde pops back up.

  I love women. I love the way they feel, how they smell, the way they move. I love the challenge of bedding a new one, the thrill of the chase. This right here is a game of skill. Some will come easily, but it’s the ones that don’t that I really like. The ones who fight with their own sense of moral compass, but succumb to the animal allure of chemistry and sex. Yep, they’re always the best ones.

  My phone vibrates against my back pocket, and I take it out, glancing at the screen. Ethan. Finally. I lost that fucker over an hour ago. I wrap my hand around the back of the blonde’s neck and pull her in close so I can speak in her ear.

  “I have to step out for a second. I’ll be back.”

  “Okay, hurry.” Her voice drops and her palm brushes over my dick. Well, if ever there were incentive.

  Turning away from her, I push through the crowd. There’s a smoking area at the back of the club, a patio of sorts. I step outside and call Ethan back, but it goes straight to voicemail. Damn it.

  I look up and spot the brunette I picked up in here last week making her way towards me. She’s wearing leather hot pants and a cropped t-shirt; and fucking hell, I almost want to high five myself for that shit. Her belly button piercing glints in the low lighting and when she runs her tongue over her bottom lip I see the flash of a tongue stud. She knows how to use that as well. Shit, what was her name? Leona? Leana? Leanne! No, wait…

  “Hey, sweetheart. You look good.” I drag my eyes over her body appreciatively and she props her hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes at me.

  “Not good enough to make you call.” Ah, fuck. Okay, wing it.

  I plaster on my most charming smile. “Look, I’m a busy guy. I’m not going to call you and ask you out when I know you could do better. You deserve a guy who can fucking devote himself to you.” Her facial expression softens and I move closer to her, stroking a strand of jet black hair off her neck. “Women like you are rare gems. They should be coveted.” I drop my voice to a deep whisper. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes flick to my lips and that tongue stud makes an appearance as she swipes her tongue over her bottom lip. I lean in and kiss her, caressing my tongue against hers. She moans against my lips and pulls away.

  “Come dance with me?” She purrs, scraping her teeth over her bottom lip.

  “Give me two minutes. I just need to make a call.” She smiles and walks away. I bite down on my fist as I watch those perfect arse cheeks disappear.

  I hear a low chuckle right beside me. “You know, you’re good kid.” I turn at the sound of the voice and come to face to face with the most suave looking motherfucker I’ve ever seen. He’s tall, well over six foot, dark hair, chiseled jaw, broad shoulder, the whole hog. The suit he’s wearing looks expensive as fuck and he narrows his eyes at me as he inhales on a cigar.

  “Uh, thanks?”

  His friend beside him laughs, and he’s just as pimped out looking. He drops the cigar in his hand on the floor and stamps on it. “He could work.” He says to the first guy. “Cougars will eat him up.”

  The first guy hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “I’m Thor.” He holds out his hand. “This is Xavier.”

  “Kaden.” I say, still suspicious.

  Thor blows out a slow stream of smoke and reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, holding the cigar between his lips as he does. Extending his hand, he offers me a card. I take it, reading the lettering on the front. “Recherché.” I say the word out loud. I turn it over and there’s simply a number.

  “I can make you more money than you can possibly dream of kid. Call me.” And just like that he turns and disappears. What the hell?

  One year later

  Victoria’s eyes fix on my crotch and a spark flashes through her eyes.

  “Strip for me, Kaden.” Her voice is low and husky. She gets up from the bed and goes to the iPod dock in the corner. Her black dress clings to her thighs and outlines her frame. She’s a forty something widow with curves for days. She kind of has the whole Marilyn Monroe thing going on, but older.

  She presses something and music fills the room. I raise my eyebrows at her. “Pony? Really?”

  She smiles, and clasps her hands together in front of her as she approaches me. “Oh, indulge me.” She reaches out and releases the top button of my shirt playfully. “Do a little magic for me.”

  I sigh and offer her a smirk that has her eyes focusing on my lips. I roll my hips on the beat of the music and reach for the next button on my shirt. She backs up and lays on the bed, pushing up on her elbows. I tease her, watching the anticipation build on her face as I move from one button to the next. When my shirt falls open her eyes light up, crawling over my abs like she’s a woman starved.

  Before I met Thor I always just saw sex and sexuality as a bonus. Women love me and I love them in return…for a night at least. Thor showed me that sex is power, and certain women will pay good money for that, because to conquer someone who has that kind of power, brings it’s own rush. I don’t pretend to fully understand it, but I’ll take whatever this face brings me for right now.

  When I’m standing in just my boxers she crooks her finger at me and I move forward. Sitting up, she slides her fingers just beneath the
elastic of my boxers, biting her lips as she teases back and forth. I grip the nape of her neck and pull her towards me until her face is level with my stomach. She gasps, and her breath blows over my abs, her hands gripping my thighs for support. I watch as her eyes climb the length of my body until they hit mine. She stares at me as she slowly sticks her tongue out and swipes a wet trail right up the middle of my abs. My muscles tense in response and my dick twitches. Her fingers hook into the waistband of my boxers and she pulls them down, exposing my hard cock. She doesn’t even give me a chance to step out of the material before she dives for me, swallowing my cock in one go. Holy fucking fuck! I’ve screwed my fair share of girls my own age, and I’ve never complained, but damn, there’s something to be said for an older woman, the way they take what they want without apology and aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. In the year since I’ve become an escort, I feel like I’ve had a re-education on the definition of good when it comes to sex. Victoria’s hand fists the base of my dick hard as her lips go to town. She treats my dick like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted, and damn, it’s fucking me up. I grab a handful of her hair and thrust forward into her face just as she pushes down on me. I let out a groan when I hit the back of her throat and she gags a little, following it up with a moan. She reaches her free hand between her legs and starts playing with herself. Victoria is one of those heaven fucking sent women who gets off on making a guy come. Literally. No sex, this is all she wants, to blow me and spank one out while she does it.

  She releases her hold around my dick and pushes down the extra couple of inches, retching when her lips touch my balls. The more I groan and thrust into her face, the faster her hand moves over her pussy. She moans around my cock and the vibrations have me throwing my head back and fighting not to blow my load down her throat. She moves her hand between my legs and cups my balls, pressing one finger against my taint. I fight it, but damn she knows exactly what buttons to press. Everything tightens before exploding outward in a wave of pleasure that has my gritting my teeth on a growl. She moans, her body shaking and stiffening as she swallows my come. People get off on all sorts of different things. Trust me, I’ve seen a lot of unconventional shit in the last year. Victoria, she gets off on me getting off. It’s fucking beautiful if you really stop and think about it. I mean, I’m curious, because she’s a good looking woman, and she certainly knows her way around a guy. So why doesn’t she just find a guy to blow? I ask myself these questions all the time, but I’ve learned that some people just don’t want the bullshit. She pays me, she knows what she’s getting. I’ll always turn up when she needs me, I’ll always comply with whatever she asks, and let’s be honest, I’m better looking than any random guy she could find.

  I leave Victoria’s apartment building and hop in my car. The engine hums to life, purring like a contented cat. This car is one of the first things I bought when I started working for Thor. My second month’s paycheque covered the cost of it. A black Porsche 911. This was the car even my dad wanted when I was growing up. And I got it. At the age of twenty-one. Of course, I can’t ever drive it to my parents’ house because my mum will freak the fuck out and assume that I’m selling drugs for a living or something. This is the life of an escort and I love it, but sometimes it’s frustrating, having to explain where and how you spend so much of your time, not to mention explaining the money. The other guys, they don’t really have lives outside of the agency. Their friends are the other guys, all escorts. No explanation necessary. I’m friends with Maddox and Xavier, even Cora, but I, unlike them I have a whole other life. A life none of them even know about. For them this is it, make a living, stash the money and retire at thirty-five. That’s not my plan. I like being an escort, but I don’t want to do it forever. The thing is, if you’re good and you do this for a few years, you could make enough money to live like a fucking god for many years to come.

  When I first started this I wasn’t all that sure of the whole thing. I mean, what if you have to fuck some old chick that you’re really not into. Maddox kindly informed me that that’s what Viagra is for. Arsehole. I haven’t met any clients that I really wouldn’t fuck though. Sure, a lot of them are older, but any woman who can drop a cool five grand on a lay can afford to look after herself. Personal trainers, plastic surgery… you name it, these women are doing it. They look better than a lot of women half their age. Then of course there’s the whole awkward thing of they know they’re paying you, and you know they’re paying you. How do you even begin to make that authentic? Well, you don’t. I used to try and treat clients like fucking royalty, but here’s the thing…they want you to be their fantasy, and most of the time, they’re only too happy to tell you what that is.

  I pull up outside the house and jump out. I have my own flat, but the entire ground floor of Thor’s house is kitted out for the agency. Spare rooms, kitchen, living room, games room, office, gym… the guys, and Cora, tend to hang out here between jobs. I use the gym here because it’s pimped out to fuck. I prefer to come here between clients. It helps me to keep the two halves of my life separate, which isn’t always easy.

  When I step into the kitchen Maddox and Cora are here.

  “Fuck off Mad!” Cora is glaring at him with her arms crossed over her chest. She notices me walk in and rushes over, her heels clicking against the tile as she does. “Kaden.” She purrs, stroking a manicured hand over my arm.

  “Oh, fuck off. The kid, really?” Maddox growls.

  She ignores Maddox, turning her back on him. She drags a nail down the centre of my chest and my pulse picks up a fraction. For anyone else I’d feel ridiculous, but it’s Cora, and Cora is pretty much every guys walking, talking fantasy. “I have this client and she wants me to get her a guy for a three way.” A three way with Cora? I don’t know anyone with a working dick who would turn that down. She’s pretty much the hottest chick I’ve ever seen. Big green eyes, caramel hair, tanned, amazing body…and she likes girls. Does a woman get any more perfect? “I promise you she’s gorgeous.” She says, winking at me.

  “You want me to do it?” I ask, cocking a brow at her.

  “Look, kid, you’re hot. I mean…” Maddox bobs his head from side to side. “I’d fuck you.”

  “You’d fuck anything.” I say. Cora moves to the side and Maddox steps closer to us.

  “Not entirely true. Anyway, this shit, this is a man’s job.” He pats me on the shoulder, but Cora rips his hand away.

  “No, I need a guy who knows his place.” She snaps.

  Maddox gets in her face, pressing his body against hers. The guy is a unit and he towers over her. “My place is between those sweet thighs.” He says on a grin.

  She smiles and trails her fingers down the side of his face before shoving his face away from her violently. They always do this, always.

  “You’ll get involved.” She grumbles.

  He flashes her an incredulous look. “Uh, yeah.”

  She turns back to me. “I’ll get SJ to schedule you. All you have to do is watch with your dick in your hand.” She flashes me a blinding smile and leans in, pressing her lips to my cheek.

  “Oh, come on, Cora. You’re serious?” She turns on a sigh and closes the distance between them. She presses up against him and I feel like I should look away. Placing her palm against his crotch, she swipes her tongue up the side of his neck, making him groan.

  “You can’t be controlled, baby.” She says in the most hypnotically seductive voice. “Sorry.” And then she walks out of the room, her hips swaying in ways that should be illegal.

  “Fuck!” Maddox says through clenched teeth. He braces his hands on his hips and tilts his head back, facing the ceiling. “That fucking woman.”

  “Are you two…”

  He frowns at me. “Be serious.”

  “Dude, let’s not pretend you wouldn’t.”

  “Oh, I’m not. It’s my life goal to fuck her off the clock.” He grins. “And I will.”

  I roll my eyes.
“Okay, good luck with that.” Maddox has this obsession with Cora. Basically she won’t fuck him unless they’re working together, which is a lot. The fact that he’s so desperate for her is kind of ironic, I mean he fucks girls and she’ll fuck guys, but they both prefer their own sex. So why in their free time they would fuck each other I don’t know, and apparently neither does Cora.

  “Can’t believe you’re in on that three way.” He shakes his head. “Soak it all in kid. It’ll be a fucking education.”

  Damn, just the thought of Cora and another chick has my cock jumping to attention.

  “You working out?” I ask him, changing the subject.

  “Yeah, come on. You can spot me.” He walks out of the kitchen and I can’t help but smile at his little sulk.

  “Get in here, kid.” Thor shouts from the office doorway.

  I get up off the sofa, leaving Maddox hoovering Thai food down his throat. I step into the office and close the door behind me. Thor is leaning against the desk, one ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded. He looks…serious. Thor’s a big guy, but he has this whole CEO, sharp as fuck, never miss a trick thing going on. And he’s an intimidating motherfucker. He used to be an escort himself, the best in the business they say. Then in a tale as old as time he fell for a girl. Now he runs the agency, but he’s a one-woman man.

  I linger near the door waiting for him to speak.

  “You’re going to see Melanie Myers.” He reaches behind him on the desk and takes a cigar from a small tin, placing it between his lips.

  “Yeah. I’m meeting her in an hour.”

  He inhales on his cigar before blowing a cloud of smoke in the air. “This is the first client you’ve run start to finish on your own.” He narrows his eyes, focusing on me. “Just wanted to check you have it all in hand.”

  I frown. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

  His lips twitch as if he’s in on some joke that I have no idea about. “Okay. Well then good luck.”