by Mae Doyle
I have no idea how much control Eva has, but she better figure out how to get her body under control really damn fast if she wants to keep playing games with me.
Groaning, I unbuckle my belt and pull down my belt, careful to set my piece on the ground by my feet. Her eyes go wide when she sees it, and the sight makes my cock twitch for her. Fuck yeah, my baby’s never been with someone like me before. I know it, she knows it, and she wants it from me.
I’m gonna give it to her.
As soon as my cock is freed, she drops to her knees and wraps her hands around it, looking up at me with a questioning look on her face. Normally, I’d welcome her sucking my cock, but not right now. I’m not here to fall for the chick, I’m just here to get her out from under my skin.
Before I can tell her not to, though, she leans forward and wraps her precious little lips around my head, sucking on it like her fucking life depends on it. I swear, leaning forward and bracing myself on the side of the building. She’s going to town, her tongue sliding around my bulb as she forces me deeper in her mouth and I groan, shoving into her, not even caring if I ram into the back of her throat.
I don’t care if she fucking chokes on me right here in the alley. I just love the way my cock looks sliding in and out of her sweet little mouth. She gasps and pulls back, so I wrap my hand in her hair and push her back to me. You don’t start sucking my cock if you’re not willing to work for it, and that’s something she has to learn.
“Please,” she gasps out, clawing at my thighs as I fuck her face. She sounds like she’s choking and she makes a growl in her throat until I groan and pull out, yanking her to her feet. She’s unsteady, but that doesn’t matter to me, since I’m not going to have her standing on her own much longer.
When I pick her up, she instantly wraps her legs around my waist, her wet pussy rubbing on me. before I grab her by the hips, I lean forward and press my lips against her, enjoying how hot and sore her mouth feels under mine. Then I lift her, slamming her down on my cock.
She screams as I fill her, but she’s so fucking wet that I slide right in. There’s nothing holding me back now as I pound into her, lifting her by the hips and then slamming her back down on my cock. She’s so small that I can easily handle her, and even though she’s digging her nails into my shoulders, she has no control here.
I’ve got her exactly where I want her and I’m not fucking letting her go until I’m done. She thought that she was going to cum earlier from just my fingers in her cunt, but that wasn’t ever the plan.
“Look at me,” I order her, slamming her down harder on my cock. Eva cries out and forces her eyes open. Her head was leaning back, but she manages to lift it to look at me. She’s biting her lower lip so hard that I’m convinced she’s going to start bleeding.
“I want you to look at me while I fuck you, do you understand?” When she nods, I slow my pounding, taking a moment to reach between us to rub her swollen clit. She’s soaking and her juices drip down around my cock, but I don’t care about the mess we make.
The light from above casts eerie shadows around us, and I can tell that she loves it. She keeps glancing away from my eyes, her cheeks are flushed, and she has a bit of sweat along her neck. I bend my head and lick it, tracing a line up to her ear while I roll her clit between my fingers.
“You’re going to cum for me when I tell you to, do you understand, Eva?” My voice is a low growl and she nods, grinding her hips into me. My dirty girl likes being fucked in the alley and can’t stand it much longer. That’s okay, I don’t want to wait. I want to feel her explode around me, and then maybe I’ll be able to get her out of my system.
“Soon, Eva,” I tell her, picking up my pace. I have to hold onto her hips again to slam into her, but her clit is so sensitive that I know each time she rubs against me it sends ecstasy shooting through her. She closes her eyes for a moment but then tears them open again, forcing herself to focus on my face.
Good girl. She’s learning. The thought that she can be taught slips through my brain, but I force it out. What Eva and I have? It’s not long-term. She’s a good fuck, and once I get done with her, I’ll be gone. It doesn’t matter if she can be taught. She’s not mine to teach, and I don’t fucking want that responsibility.
Eva’s muscles are clamped hard on my cock, holding onto me each time I thrust into her. She’s not going to be able to last much longer, and as I feel my balls tighten and my core twist, I know that I’m close, too.
“Cum for me, Eva,” I tell her, my eyes boring into hers. “Cum all over my dick, because I love your sweet, wet, little pussy.”
She cries out, finally breaking eye contact with me as she throws her head back. I growl, wanting to punish her for that. Next time…
But I don’t think there will be a next time.
There’s not enough time to think about it, and I come too, shooting my seed deep into her. She’s so hot and tight that she milks me, squeezing everything out of me that I have to give her. Her body is limp in my arms, but I’m not done, and I keep thrusting into her, forcing her along the ride with me.
She may think that she’s had a great orgasm before, but she has no idea what her body is capable of.
Finally, I finish, and I lift her off of my cock and set her on her feet while I pull up my pants and slip my piece back into the waistband. Eva’s dizzy and reaches for me, grabbing onto my arms for balance, and I instinctively reach out and wrap my arm around her, pulling her to me.
Eva pants and rests her head on my chest. She’s almost naked and her pussy must be raw. I grin to myself as I think about my cum running down her inner thigh. It’s hot as fuck, even though she’s not my girl.
But she could be.
I push the thought away and lean down to say something to her. My lips barely graze her ear before I hear something whistle past us and slam into the wall by our heads.
Fuck. I know the sound of a bullet. I’ve been on the giving and receiving end of them too many times to fucking count, and before she even knows what’s happening, I grab her into my arms, scoop her up against my chest, and turn to run down the alley.
There’s no point of running into the back door of her club. Doing so would only ensure that the person shooting at us knew exactly where we were and would mean that we were cornered. Rather than risking that, I do the one thing that I know to do.
My feet pound the pavement as I tear around the building with her in my arms. She squeaked when the bullet whistled past us, but hasn’t said a word since. That’s good. Women need to know when they should be quiet if they’re going to survive this.
As soon as I see my car parked right where I left it, I feel a surge of relief. If I can just get us into the car and get away from here then I don’t have to worry about whoever is chasing us. I have a really damn good feeling that it’s going to be a cousin or someone that they’ve hired, but I don’t want to deal with them now, in the dark, when I don’t know where I am.
The relief I felt when I saw my car slips away as I get closer. “Fucking hell,” I swear, when I see the damage to my tires. There’s no way that I can drive my car right now. Some asshole shredded them. I spin around, searching for whoever was shooting at us.
Just because I don’t hear them coming doesn’t mean that they’re not on their way. Assuming that you lost someone just because you no longer hear them is a damn rookie mistake, and not one that I’m willing to make, especially not right now, with Eva curled up against me like I’m the only thing in the world standing between her and her death.
Which I kinda am, really.
It’s time for a split-second decision, and I wheel away from my car, tearing away from the club into the parking lot. We’ll just have to hunker down off the road for a bit, until someone can come and get us. Then the family will have to figure out who’s behind the hit and who we need to kill.
Chapter 7
Eva
If my mom were still alive, God help me, she’d be freaking screaming at m
e right now.
Working at a strip club? Check.
Sex with a guy in a strange alley? Check.
Chased by a maniac with a gun? Check.
Scared shitless and not wearing any underwear? Double check.
It’s not that she would have meant to judge me, but I’ve fallen pretty damn far in the past year. It was one thing to walk away from my incredible career just so I could leave a terrible marriage behind me, but to end up in the arms of a guy I don’t know?
A guy whose name I didn’t know?
Yeah, I’m scared shitless right now that I’m going to be shot in the head and the police are going to find my half-naked body in the middle of the woods, but I’m also a little terrified that I’m making poor decisions with Mr. What’s His Name.
And liking them. Like, a lot.
He doesn’t say a word to me while we hide in the brush off the main road. As soon as we’d crouched down, he’d put his finger to his lips and raised his eyebrows at me. When I’d nodded to show that I understood, he pounded out a text to someone and pulled his gun from his waistband, wrapped his arm around me, and sat completely still.
My legs are screaming at me to get up and stretch them out, and my poor cunt is throbbing after how he fucked me, but I don’t dare move. Right now I honestly don’t know who I’m more afraid of – the random person chasing us, or the guy I just fucked. Nevermind that he looks like he could kill a person with his bare hands, his gun is warning enough to me that I need to proceed with caution.
The woods around us are silent, and although we can see the lights from the strip club parking lot, we’re nowhere near close enough to the building for the light to shine on us. He obviously knew exactly what he was doing when he chose a place for us to hide, and that makes me wonder how many times he’s been in a situation like this before.
I risk a glance at him. All I can see is his profile, but that’s enough for my core to tighten and heat to flood through my body. He has his jaw gritted tight and is staring towards the road, waiting. I take a moment to look at his full lips, his gorgeous dark skin, the way his hair hangs by his face, waiting for me to reach up and brush it back.
Before I can move, headlights sweep towards us. The car is creeping down the road, and terror pulses through my body as I realize that they’re probably looking for us. The possibility that it’s the person who shot at us makes me lean into him for safety.
Yeah, right. I don’t even know the guy’s name and I’m turning to him to keep me safe. As the car continues to creep closer he whispers, and I have to lean over to him to hear what he’s saying.
“What?” I ask, my voice barely loud enough to be heard.
He doesn’t answer me, but instead shifts his position and grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet and running through the woods towards the car. A branch smacks me in the face and I cry out as it hits me, but he doesn’t slow down. There’s a stump in my way and I trip on it, my shoulder almost jerking out of the socket as he pulls me up from the ground and continues to the car.
We reach the car and he throws the back door open, grabs me, and pushes me through it. My shoulder throbs but I ignore it, scooting away from the door and across the backseat as quickly as possible. My guy – the guy – climbs in after me and slams the door as the driver hits the gas.
Wait a minute. I swear, I recognize this car. It takes me a minute to realize that I’m back in the backseat of the same car that drove me home last night. Leaning forward, I get a good look at the driver. Yep. The little teenage boy.
Adrenaline still courses through my veins, and I’m sure that I should be grateful that I’m no longer crouched down in the woods waiting for someone to come shoot me in the head, but I can’t manage that emotion right now. Instead of being grateful, I turn to the reason I’m in the car in the first place and snarl.
“What the hell was that?!” There’s movement from the driver’s seat, and I know that the kid is looking at us, but I don’t care. He’s not the one who was just shot at in a dark alley. He can judge me all he wants, and I don’t give a shit.
“That?” The guy runs a hand through his hair and stares at me. It’s hard for me to see his face in the dark, but I keep catching glimpses of it when we pass under streetlights. Without thinking about what I’m doing, I lean up and turn on the overhead light.
He immediately smacks it, turning it back off. “What the fuck are you thinking? Do you want someone to see you in here?”
Fuck. Are they still looking for us? I turn away from him and press my face up against the window, but all I can see are buildings and trees as we fly down the road. Whatever the speed limit is here, I’m sure that the kid is going over it, but I don’t care. I just want out of there as fast as possible, and it’s obvious that the two of them do, too.
“You care to explain what’s going on?” I’m doing all I can to keep my voice sounding as calm as possible, but I really just want to rage and scream at him. He sounds so damn calm, and I feel like I’m about to come out of my skin. Uncomfortably, I adjust my shirt, trying to cover a bit more of my skin.
I swear, I hear him smirk in the dark.
“We’re just getting out of there.” His voice is low, like he’s humoring me but he’s not happy about it. I have the distinct feeling that any other questions I dare to ask are going to be greeted with silence, but I can’t help it. I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.
Yeah, says the girl who has now slept with the nameless guy twice.
“Okay, do you care to tell me where we’re going? And maybe your name?” I squeeze my legs together as I admit to him and the driver that I don’t even know his name, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t care how embarrassed I am as long as I get out of here in one piece.
He chuckles this time and I glance up at the driver, but his head doesn’t move. I’m not stupid, and I know that he’s hearing everything we’re saying, but he must be more mature than I thought. Any person who can hear what we’re saying and not comment on it must be pretty well trained.
“We’re going to see my Pops. He’ll know who that was. And I’m Roque.” The rumble of his voice thrums through my body and I have to resist leaning over and snuggling up next to him. As safe as I know that I would feel, I don’t want to make him think that this was anything more than a fuck.
Okay, two fucks. But that’s it. No more fucks, no matter what magical things he can do with his cock. And his fingers. My mind wanders and I wonder what he can do with his mouth, but I have to stop myself right there.
Not going down that path.
“Rogue?”
A laugh escapes the lips of the driver, but Roque doesn’t even turn his head to look at him. I have the distinct feeling that the indiscretion will be dealt with later, when I’m not around. “Roque. With a “q.” It’s a family name.”
Of course it is. Only guys who take me to see their Pops after we’ve just been shot at would wear a family name with such pride. I search my mind for any mention of him, but nothing that Cherie has said rings a bell.
“Great. Can’t wait to meet your dad.” Crossing my arms, I sit back, trying my best to relax. It’s been a long damn day and I haven’t even been out of bed for that long. A yawn threatens to rip through me, but my body is still on high alert. How could it not be when I’m sitting just inches from Roque? Trying to keep it from being obvious, I scoot away, pressing my body up against the door.
He notices. Of course, he does. I’m getting the feeling that he sees everything. Rather than commenting on me moving away from him, however, he simply scoots over and slips his arm around me, pulling me to him. I resist at first, but I know how firm his chest is.
My Roque.
Nope. Not gonna think like that.
Roque almost got me killed. He may be hot, and a sex god, and probably part of the mob or something ridiculous like that, but he certainly isn’t mine.
I think that I can trust him right now to keep me safe and get me out of that shitty si
tuation, but that’s it. As soon as we get this all figured out and I’m free to go, I’m putting him behind me. There’s a part of me that feels a bit sad about that, but I’m going to have to get over it.
He’s not mine, and he never will be.
Chapter 8
Roque
“Just sit, okay? Sit still and stay here so that I can take care of things without having to worry about you doing something dumb, you got it?” The look on Eva’s face is enough to make me want to slap her or kiss her, I honestly can’t decide. She looks defiant, which makes my cock thicken in my pants, but I don’t have the time to attend to her right now.
“I’ll sit still when you tell me what’s going on.” She crosses her arms on her chest and tilts her chin up at me like she thinks that that’s going to convince me to sit down and open my heart to her. First of all, that’s against the rules of the family, and Pops would probably have a heart attack. Second, she’d probably have a heart attack if she knew everything she just stumbled into.
I growl at her and throw a glance at the rookie driver. He’s standing by the door, obviously doing his best to keep an eye on Eva without actually looking at her. Good. I can’t handle the thought of anyone looking at her. Ma brought her a blanket as soon as we showed up, but even wrapped up like a burrito, Eva looks sexy as hell, especially since I know that she doesn’t have any underwear or shorts on.
She’s also exhausted, and I can tell that she’s fighting to keep her eyes open. With any luck, she’ll pass out and I won’t have to deal with figuring out what to tell her until the morning.
“Don’t do anything dumb,” I tell her. “In fact, if you want to win some brownie points, just stretch out there on the bed and take a nap. I’ll be back later.” She blinks at me but doesn’t move.
Fine. Sighing, I leave, but not before I lean over and whisper to the rookie. “Don’t let her out of here, you got it? If she does anything besides breathe or sleep, let me know right away.”
