Accidentally Hooked (The Naked Truth Series Book 1)

by Falcone, Carmen

  Rubbing the back of her neck, Luna let out a long sigh. Kika hoped she hadn’t made the wrong decision this time. “What do you want to know?” her sister asked.

  “How does the operation work, for starters? Omar is your pimp, isn’t he?” he asked so casually they would be talking about the weather.

  “Yes.”

  Ryan leaned back in his chair. “How does he select the clients?”

  Luna paced around a bit, as if she was second-guessing her decision to spill the beans. She ran her fingers on her wavy black hair, then stopped fidgeting and faced Kika, then Ryan. “There’s a list of men. Most of them are business travelers. I don’t have access to it. I don’t contact clients on my own. Omar assigns them to us.”

  “I’ve seen him talk to a couple of girls at the casino then they disappear.”

  Luna shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “They go to the kitchen and take the service elevator the room-service attendants takes to deliver. That’s how they have access to the clients without raising suspicions.”

  “Would the security guy have the tapes, then? Of them going up to the rooms?”

  Luna glanced at the floor before meeting his gaze. “No. The security guy gets a cut.”

  Ryan shook his head. “Who else knows about this scheme?”

  “I don’t know. People suspect it of course.”

  He brushed his forehead with the palm of his hand. “My friend Katie heard from the wife of a hotel manager at a different property about the rumor.”

  “Makes sense. Our hotel isn’t the only one. At least a couple of others on the Strip are in it too. Omar answers to someone.”

  Ryan surged to his feet, eyes narrowed. “If he does, I find it hard he’ll let you girls off the hook like that.”

  “But we’ll pay him.” Luna fiddled with her necklace.

  “If this is operation goes over multiple hotels, fifty-thousand dollars won’t make a dent to the big guy. Whoever is the head of everything.” Ryan curled and uncurled his hands, prowling the room as he spoke. “Versus letting someone go, someone with a sister who knows and disapproves of the operation.”

  “Omar promised…” Kika trailed off, unable to continue her silly attempt at turning things around.

  “Is there a chance maybe he’ll pocket the cash for himself? I doubt he’ll let the two of you go without repercussions.”

  Luna’s eyes widened. “What repercussions could there be?”

  “We won’t find out. I’ll bring this to Charlotte today and get in touch with the police.” He started to text something, and her heart tightened. The concern in his eyes made her stomach flutter. He’s doing this for me.

  “If you do that, you’ll ruin her wedding day, without knowing for sure if her husband actually is responsible,” Kika said.

  “I can’t let anything happen to you.” He cut the distance between them, and squeezed Kika’s shoulder.

  Kika withdrew from his touch, unable to think straight.

  Luna stepped forward. “What difference will a day make in this case? If he wants his cash, he will have to wait for it anyway. Regardless of what he thinks he can do to us, he wants his money. Maybe if we buy time, we can figure out if your brother-in-law- to be is really involved.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, the tight knot in her throat pulsating. Turning to her sister, the look of confusion and surprise in Luna’s face was the warning she needed. A warning to take what she could get. But she didn’t want whatever she could get. Was it to wrong to make things right for everyone? “How?”

  “They marry tomorrow. Is there some kind of rehearsal dinner later tonight?” Luna asked.

  Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, shutting his eyes for a moment. “Yes. Charlotte will go to this all-day spa with her bridesmaids, then we’ll all meet at the chapel for rehearsal, then dinner.”

  Luna smiled a little. “Perfect. He needs a bait. I will go up to his room before the rehearsal dinner, when your sister is away. As a hooker.”

  Kika plopped down the chair. “That is crazy. Besides, what if he recognizes you from the party last night? I mean me. And thinks that was you,” she said, although she couldn’t recall being introduced to Blake during dinner.

  Luna shot up a hand. Dang it. She hated when her sister insisted on doing something. Most times, she succeeded. “He won’t. I have a short red wig. Trust me.”

  “What are you trying to achieve?” Ryan asked.

  “I will see how he reacts to me. If he acts like it’s all new to him, he may not be the head of the operation. If he gets mad at me for going up to his room or says something about me needing to be careful, we’ll know. Either way, I will get a feel for what kind of player he is. If one, at all.”

  “This way we may have something more concrete to take to the police,” Ryan chimed in.

  “Yep,” Luna said. “We’ll find out.”

  Kika sagged into the chair, too tired to be combative. It was not even three in the morning, and a part of her already dreaded the day ahead.

  ***

  Kika popped her knuckles. Hell, when had it been the last time since she had done it? Couldn’t even remember. She had to swallow a couple times to push past the lump in her throat. Ryan watched her from the other side of the room. She had decided to come with him to his hotel, and Luna had agreed. The other nights, she had dutifully gone home to her sister. For the remainder of the night, she would be with him.

  God, he was gorgeous. Less than a day before all would be figured out, and Ryan vanished from her life for good. She clamped her lips, and walked over to him. Their last time had to be a night to remember. In a weird way, having met him opened up the possibility for a new kind of relationship between she and Luna. All would be different from now on. Hers wasn’t just a quick trip to get something over with.

  He stepped out of the shower, a swirl of steam around him. Without a care in the world, he dried his body. Her pussy clenched. Muscles bunched as he did so, his broad shoulders shifting. She clasped the K-Y in her hands and placed it on the nightstand. When he joined her in the bedroom, he was still naked. “How are you holding up?”

  Sighing, she twisted her hands together. What was the point in lying? “I’m okay. I’m not sold on Luna’s idea. I’m worried.” Endangering her sister wasn’t a scenario she would play with.

  Swiftly, he threw his towel at the chair. “Could tell as much. It will be okay.”

  She tried to stray her gaze from his cock, which went from semi-hard to freaking steel in a split of a second. Tried. And tried. “That woman who said he could be the head, Katie. Do you trust her?”

  “Yeah. She’s a good friend. Married with two kids. She travels a lot for business and stayed at this property a few times.”

  “Good.” God, who was she kidding? Sending Luna to the lion’s den was a scary plan. She would have to come up with a different one. But, now, her throat lumped like a big bag of sand. The man was exquisite, and naked. They had the rest of the day to strategize, right? “Hey, I was thinking…since tonight is technically our last night, I wanted to do something different.” She cocked her head in the direction of the lube.

  He upped a brow, his throat visibly working. “How different?”

  “Well, maybe I can forgo one of the rules from the first day we met. Back smashing.”

  He grinned like someone had just told him he won the lottery. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I would like to give it a try. Would you?”

  He pulled her into a kiss. “More than anything. You have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen.”

  How many had he seen? Wasn’t it too late to be judgy, what with her having pretending to be a freaking prostitute in the beginning? How hypocritical. That wasn’t her. She was open minded and—

  Ryan nipped behind her ear, and it was like her flesh dissolved into a scorching putty of arousal. She hummed, leaning into him for support. Her body reacted to his in a way as if they had been together for a lot longer. W
as this intimacy, of some sort?

  “I’ve never tried this before,” she whispered.

  “I promise you will love it.”

  Love it? She couldn’t suppress the snicker pushing behind her teeth. That was a bit much.

  Maybe sensing her tension, he tipped up her chin, leaving her no option but to get lost into the exotic world of his eyes. The dark turquoise was like an invitation to join a secret society. He traced a finger along her lips, and she parted her mouth without resistance. The kiss that followed was so powerful, so hard, that she got lost into the delights of his tongue, and by the time she opened her eyes again, she was laying on the bed.

  He removed her dress, pulling it over her head. Moaning, she helped him rid of her bra and underwear. The need to be fully naked, skin against his, man against woman, helped her shed any looming insecurities about trying something new. Something that could hurt her.

  Would he ever hurt her? She was about to find out.

  Chapter Twelve

  With a monk type self-control that was new even to him, Ryan traced a path of kisses through her. Tasting every bit of her delicious skin, not willing to leave a single centimeter out. When he reached her breasts, he grazed the smooth flesh, his tongue swirling over the coffee colored tips. Ah, how he’d miss them…

  Now wasn’t the time to think about that stuff. A few moans escaped from her mouth, and his erection throbbed. He was a fit guy, but for once in his life he thought he could die of a heart attack. His blood pressure spiked at the sight of her glorious and naked for him, about to give him something so precious. Something he would be the first one to try.

  Cupping her breasts, he massaged them with a circular motion. She threw her head on the pillow, moving it from side to side. The slight arch toward him hinted she wanted more. Well, so did he.

  Excited, he kissed her belly button, and her legs parted without him even having to nudge them. Her tantalizing scent of female arousal drew him in, and he buried his head deep into her. The moment he tasted her sweet pearly essence, he felt his warm precum coating his dick. Damn. He had to keep going. His pleasure would come later.

  Sliding his hands under her hips, he pulled her into his face. Her pussy was soaking wet, her lips swollen and ready. Her clit, oh her clit…it practically begged for his thumb. His touch. His lick. What kind of man was he if not intuitive?

  He slapped his tongue on her clit, while his hands traced invisible patterns on her thighs to help her relax. Having Kika come right now was not his goal, and he could almost feel the searing blood pumping through her veins.

  “Baby, I’m coming. I’m—” she started, and he had never heard her voice so rough.

  No. He jerked away, and faster than she could moan again, flipped her on the bed, and put her on all fours.

  “What?” She slanted him a look over his shoulders, her eyes dazed with unfulfilled desire.

  “You’re not coming until I say so. Trust me.”

  He nudged her thighs apart with his knees, and contemplated her opening. The moment he thrust a finger into her pussy, her muscles clenched around him, as if she wanted to trap him and finally have her release. “Don’t do that.”

  “You’re killing me.”

  He withdrew his finger, and rubbed his hand over her buttocks. God. They were firm, round, and begging for attention. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Kika Martinez. Not listening to me,” he said, before smacking her ass.

  She gasped, but didn’t move.

  “Are you going to be a good girl, so I can fuck you in the ass like we both want?”

  She squirmed. “Y-yes.”

  Smiling, he swatted her other butt check. Harder. “Good.”

  “Hey, what was that for?”

  “For fun,” he said, and, deciding to give her another chance, inserted his fingers back into her. This time, she didn’t clasp around him, but he could tell by the undulations of her body she was beyond ready for him. Every time his fingers went in and out of her, a slapping sound cut through the tension in the room. He knew he was running against time, and damn it, she would come soon unless he did something about it.

  Quickly, he grabbed the condom from the nightstand, along with the lube. Squirting a good amount on his finger tip, he inhaled. This was really happening. She was giving him a part of herself she hadn’t yet given to anyone. That had to mean something. Sweat beaded his forehead. A beat later, he began to play with her hole, then with the other hand, palmed her sex. She stiffened at first, her back locked into place. Keeping his finger still inside her anus, he decided to tease her lips with his other hand to distract her from any discomfort.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He breathed, knowing he wouldn’t last long. She threw her hips into his hand, as if egging him on to continue his exploration. His cock tightened so hard he felt his heartbeats throbbing in his temple.

  He disengaged from her to roll on his condom, his fingers trembling in anticipation. When had been the last time that happened? She whimpered in protest, but not for long. This was it.

  Easing himself into her back entrance, he entered her. God. She was tight and amazing. Again, her back squared for a moment, and he stopped moving. Quicker than last time though, she moved again, her muscles loosening from what he could tell. With the silent go-ahead, he continued to move, slowly into her, and out of her.

  She lifted her head, whispering sexy things in Spanish with meanings he could only fathom. He wiped off the sweat off his forehead, his vision blurring. The ripples of pleasure began to pressure him for release, and damn it, he couldn’t take much longer.

  Pulling her hair, he took a chance and rode her harder, adding a notch of intensity, and within seconds, she started to moan, to murmur his name, her body shaking under his command. Yeah. She was loving it, he could tell. And that notion brought yet another surge of despair into him.

  Breathing hard, her head fell to the pillow. No more need to contain his desire, his craving, his—

  He rocked into her a couple more times, enough for the pleasure override him, as he spilled into her.

  ***

  “Any news?” Kika asked him.

  “No.” He jammed his hands in his trousers. Even though she looked delicious in the sequined golden dress, the image from last night of her complete surrender popped in his mind just as it had the entire day.

  “She should have called me by now,” Kika said, crossing her arms over her chest.

  They hovered over the entrance for the rehearsal dinner. Charlotte and the bridesmaids, along with the Australian guests and Blake’s family members, had already entered and started munching on appetizers and sipping on champagne.

  Kika kept her cell phone clasped in her hand. “Maybe we should just go to the hotel.”

  “She asked us to trust her. Remember?” he said. They had gone to the rehearsal dinner to avoid raising suspicions, and Luna would call them as soon as she had any news about Blake. She was supposed to go to his suite and pretend she had been hired for him.

  The minute she had news, she would call them, and Blake would pull his sister to the side, and explain the situation. The charade would be over.

  “Are you sure we shouldn’t go in?” Kika asked, her head tilting in the direction of the restaurant. “Loitering in the waiting area won’t do us any good.”

  He nodded. Shit. A part of him pinned him to the spot. Wasn’t it hypocritical to join them in celebrating the newlyweds to be, when he was trying to expose Blake Spot for what he was?

  The buzz from the cell in her hand saved him the answer. She brought it to her ear, eyes on him. He nodded and leaned down so he could hear it too.

  “Luna. What happened?”

  “I just left his room. Blake doesn’t know about the organization,” her sister said, her voice muffled as if she talked into the phone. “He thought it was some sort of joke I was there, and didn’t touch me. He seemed genuine.”

  �
��What did he say?” Kika asked.

  “He wondered if someone sent me there as a joke, like a stripper before the wedding. He wasn’t happy, but offered to pay for my time and saw me out. Didn’t touch me or anything. Of course I didn’t take it.”

  “Maybe he acted that way because he thought someone was setting him up,” Ryan said into the speaker.

  “I doubt it,” Luna retorted. “I didn’t get that vibe at all.”

  A few guests walked past them and Ryan straightened his shoulders. The last thing he wanted was to have this conversation now.

  “I’ll talk to you guys soon. Need to get something to eat.”

  Kika tossed the phone in her clutch. “What now?”

  He rubbed his forehead. Think. “Maybe he isn’t the head of the ring.”

  Sighing, she gave his arm a light squeeze. “According to my sister, he knows nothing about it. He’s clean.”

  “But what Katie said is true. Partially. There is illegal prostitution in his property,” he thought out loud.

  She withdrew her hand from him, and reared back. The contours of her pretty face tightened. “What are you going to do?”

  “I will tell him later. He needs to know. I will make sure you and Luna aren’t around for that. And I will deal with Omar. You don’t have to worry.”

  A grin teased her lips. “Really?”

  “Yes. I promised, remember?” He stroked her cheeks. “I will let nothing happen to you.”

  “Thanks. I guess, it’ll all end soon.” Energy deflated from the pitch of her voice as she pronounced the last word.

  His gut compressed harder than concrete. “All of it? You really believe that?”

  She upped an eyebrow. “Do I think that’s the end of illegal prostitution in Vegas? No.”

  A surge of impatience bolted through him. “That’s not what I meant,” he said between his teeth.

  The vulnerability he’d seen before reappeared in her eyes, dilating her pupils, and with a sigh she almost sagged her shoulders. “You’ll go back to Australia, and me… I’ll move to New York.”