by B. L. Wilde
Fuck, if Trixie were mine… I shook my head to clear it. Thoughts like that were likely to get me killed someday. The one thing I did know for sure, though, was that hers would be the only pussy my dick would visit for the rest of eternity if it were possible. How could that dumb fucker think any woman was better than her? He was fucking insane.
"Come have a drink with me, Ryan," Carlo muttered. Wordlessly, I followed him into the study. As he poured us both a glass of bourbon, he spoke again. "It would seem that I’m in your debt."
"It was nothing. I was just doing my job."
"You've gotten my son out of many scrapes over the years."
"He's like a brother to me. I have to watch his back."
"You never ask for anything in return, though," Carlo commented thoughtfully.
"There’s only one thing I want, and he would never agree to it."
"Oh, yes…Trixie," he chuckled. "Well, that would be up to the two of them."
"I would never degrade her that way. Besides, Trixie has never been interested in me like that." I knew it for a fact. Hell, I'd lost count of the number of times I’d asked if I could fuck her. She would always just roll her eyes at me and tell me to sober up before Tony beat the shit out of me.
"Tony doesn't treat her with the respect she deserves." Didn't I fucking know that?
"Yet she still cares for him." No matter how badly Tony treated her, Trixie never seemed to let it get to her. She was always there for him, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon, whether I understood it or not.
"What can I offer you, Ryan? You can have anything."
"You know what I want, just like you know that Tony will never agree. Let’s just drop it."
“Is there nothing else? Surely there must be something. You’re like a son to me, Ryan. Tony doesn’t realize how lucky we are to have you on our side, but I do. Trixie can’t be the only thing you fantasize about.” I wasn’t sure why, but my dream car suddenly crossed my mind. Okay, it wasn’t Trixie, but it was the next best thing. Could I be that fucking greedy? Oh, fuck it! Carlo had the money, and he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at my request. Hell, he could buy a whole fleet of Bugatti Veyrons, and it would still be like chump change to him.
“Well, there is this car…”
“Tell me more,” he smirked, pouring us another bourbon. Fucking hell, was he for real?
It was late when I exited the study. I was just about to leave the mansion when a sweet voice called to me, stopping me in my tracks. Trixie was wrapped up in her robe with my favorite silver stilettos on.
"Ryan," she whispered, moving to stand in front of me. "I just wanted to say thank you."
"For what?" I asked in confusion, my eyes drawn to the small part of cleavage I could see peeking out from under her robe. I was such a fucking pervert.
"For saving Tony…again," she stressed.
"It's my job."
"I still want to thank you," she insisted, touching my chest. “I know you put your life on the line every time you do it.” I watched as her chocolate eyes widened when her fingers caressed my chest. Was I affecting her the way I did with most women? Stepping closer, I moved so she was flush against the wall. Damn, she smelled so good. I wanted to run my tongue from her neck down to her cleavage and beyond.
"I only do it because I’m hoping one day, if you’re willing, he’ll let me have a night with you," I teased, putting my arms on either side of her head and leaning toward her. She was pinned between me and the wall, and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of a time I'd ever been that close. Hell, I’d never been that fucking bold before.
"Tony would never agree." Fuck me. Was that disappointment in her eyes?
"I know, but a guy can dream, right?" I sighed, pushing off the wall. I was getting way too aroused just by being that close to her.
"You need to give up on me, Ryan. You had your chance," she muttered. There she went again with her flirtatious ways. It wasn’t true, though. I never had a chance. In those first three weeks when Trixie avoided me like the plague, Tony made his move, and by her agreeing to that first date, my fate was sealed. For the rest of my life, I would long to fuck the one woman I never could.
"Good luck looking after Tony. If you need anything, just call me. I know he can be a whiny bastard." She nodded with a slight smirk, looking down at the floor as I finally turned and walked away.
The moment I got home, I took a cold shower, hoping to ease my throbbing cock. When that didn’t work, I took matters into my own hands. With images of a sexy dancer flashing through my mind, I found my release in a matter of minutes. I was too keyed up to sleep, but too tired to find someone to come over. Sitting alone on my balcony instead, I checked over my gun and drank whiskey through the night and into the early hours of the next morning. Until Tony fully recovered, I knew I would be running things with Carlo.
“You bought him a fucking Bugatti!” Tony bellowed as I pulled up in my new baby. She was pure black and purred like a kitten. With an 8.0 liter, quad turbocharged, W16 cylinder engine—the equivalent of two V8 engines bolted together—she was pure fucking perfection. Fuck, I would make love to this car if I could, and I didn’t do the love shit. I wasn’t a goddamn pussy.
“He’s earned it. How does she drive, Ryan?” Carlo called as I eased myself out of the car, stroking the hood with my hand. The feel of her beneath my palm gave me fucking tingles.
“Like a fucking dream. Thank you, Carlo. You really didn’t have to do this. Fuck, you probably spent way too fucking much!”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I managed to haggle down the price. You know…offer a few favors to the seller. You’re a valuable member of this family, Ryan, and I don’t want you to forget that.”
“You really don’t know what this means to me,” I said, watching out as Tony became more and more agitated.
“You’ve saved my son enough. It was time you were rewarded for that.”
“Fuck this shit. I’m taking Trixie out for the day. I almost die, and he gets a fucking car!” Throwing a tantrum like a petulant child, Tony stormed back into the mansion, slamming the front door behind him. What was his fucking problem? I mean…the guy had a Lamborghini and a Ferrari for fucks sake.
“Don’t worry about him. I’m glad you like the car, Ryan. I meant what I said. You deserve this.” Carlo patted me on the back before turning and making his way inside, leaving me out front by myself.
I was waxing my baby, getting her ready to show Jamie and Bennett, when Tony and Trixie came out.
“Nice car,” Trixie called as she walked past, giving me a sly smile.
“She’s a little wild to drive, but I think I can tame her,” I murmured suggestively, giving her a wink.
“Come on, Trixie. Don’t give him any more reason to brag about his shiny new toy,” Tony spat, practically dragging her away. She turned slightly, shaking her head at me as he led her toward his Ferrari. The motherfucker needed to get a grip.
“Holy fuck! You weren’t fucking kidding. This is yours?” Bennett walked around my car, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “When do I get to test drive it?”
“Ummm…never. And don’t even think about putting your grubby hands on my baby,” I glared when he got too close. Jamie chuckled from behind me.
Bennett and Jamie were my men. I’d known them since I was a kid, and the moment Carlo gave me a position in his organization all those years ago, I offered them both a job.
Bennett was the brawn of our group. He may have been built like a damn wrestler, but it seemed like the poor guy had a few loose screws upstairs. I always teased him for being a pretty boy, though, because of his blonde hair and blue eyes.
Jamie was the total opposite. He was lean but strong, with mousy brown hair and practically black eyes. He was the smartest motherfucker I knew, but ruthless as hell when he needed to be.
The three of us had been through so fucking much together, and I would do anything for either of them. They alway
s had my back, and I knew I could trust them both with my life.
“Your baby?” Bennett snorted. “I’d rather save that name for a something warm blooded and moist.”
“I don’t do nicknames with women. You know that. They’re only good for one thing, anyway.” Jamie and Bennett had always agreed with me on women. “Are you ready to do our rounds?”
“Are we taking your car?” Bennett beamed.
“Hell fucking no. We’ll take the SUV,” I snorted, watching him pout. That fucker wasn’t going anywhere near my baby.
Tony was really taking this grudge to heart. I’d had my car for over a month now, and the fucker was still moaning about it.
“Can’t you just fucking enjoy a game of craps?” I glared, placing my chips on the table. I wasn’t having much luck tonight, but I couldn’t care fucking less. A few of the men had joined Tony and me for a game in the study. It was our way of winding down after a busy day.
“You still have that smug look on your ugly face.” Now he was getting personal, the motherfucker.
“Just roll the damn dice.” I wasn’t in the mood for another fight. His hatred stemmed from somewhere, and I figured it had something to do with Carlo and his admiration for me. The relationship between Tony and I had always been rocky, but I was getting to the point that I wasn’t so sure I could trust him anymore.
“Why don’t we make this next roll interesting?” The fucker had a dark smirk on his face as he spoke. I had no idea where this was going with this, but I was definitely curious to find out. “All other bets off, accept me and you.”
“What are we playing for? I don’t have many chips left.”
“Your car,” Tony grinned. I choked, not sure if I’d heard him correctly. Was he insane? There was no fucking way I was going to bet my car. “We do a straight bet. If you throw a seven or eleven, you win. If you throw anything else, I win.”
“You have nothing to bet with. You’re talking about a Bugatti, Tony! I wouldn’t part with that car for fucking anything!”
“A night with Trixie.” My eyes widened. No! Was he fucking serious?
“What do you mean?”
“You can fuck her for one night.” I wasn’t sure whether to be excited or appalled. He would rent her out like that just to win a fucking car? I’d show that fucker. Realizing that he’d do anything to take my car from me, I decided to up the ante.
“Tony, my car is worth over a quarter of a million dollars. If you want me to offer it up in this bet, I want to own Trixie for an entire weekend—Friday evening right through to Sunday evening—but only if she’s willing. If she says no, all bets are off. That’s my final offer.” He looked thoughtful for a few moments. Was he actually considering it? Offering up his girlfriend to me for a whole weekend?
“Okay, one weekend, but if you win, it doesn’t leave this room. No one else is to know. I don’t want people thinking that I loan her out on a whim.” Tony quickly glanced around the room. Luckily for him, there were only a handful of men left, and they were all occupied with various activities. Jamie and Bennett had left early to hit a few clubs, so I didn’t have them to worry about, either. I knew Bennett would freak the fuck out if he knew what I was about to do…but a weekend with Trixie if she was willing? Fuck me, it was a dream come true.
“Deal,” I grinned, holding out my hand. What the fuck was I doing?
“You better fucking lose, Lawson,” Tony threatened, shaking my hand as hard as he could.
“It’s all up to the dice now.” My pulse was racing as I picked them up, blowing on them for luck. A seven or eleven—that was all I needed. Come on dice! Please be fucking lucky. I closed my eyes for a short second to compose myself, then made my throw down the table, letting the dice bounce across the green felt.
My heart felt as if it were pounding in my ears, and time seemed to slow as the dice tumbled end over end before coming to a stop. I moved, almost too scared to see what numbers they’d stopped at. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! A six and a five. Fucking eleven. I’d won!
“Fuck!” Tony roared, jumping out of his chair. “She has to fucking agree first, Lawson. You haven’t won anything yet!”
“But I’m already halfway to owning her for a weekend,” I gloated, getting up. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Man. I’ll have a word with Trixie later. Although, it might be better if you gave her a heads up. I mean, she’s going to be pretty pissed when she learns you put her up as part of a bet.” I was enjoying this way too fucking much, but I didn’t care. Tony wanted to react—I could see it in his eyes—but he held back somehow. After a moment of staring at me, he rose to his feet and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I couldn’t stop smiling. If Trixie agreed, I’d have her sweet pussy to myself for an entire weekend. Just the thought had me fucking elated!
Chapter Four
Ryan
I stood outside the nightclub waiting. Why was I so nervous? Bennett had been telling me all day my mind wasn't on the job, and he was right. Trixie and I were having 'the chat' today. She'd agreed to a weekend with me, much to my surprise, and all we needed to do now was sort out the details. I knew she was probably doing it out of spite because Tony had offered her up as a bet, but I didn’t fucking care. She’d said yes, and that was all that mattered to me.
I was outside smoking my sixth cigarette in a row when she came out to find me. She looked beautiful. Her long hair was half up, and she had loose curls framing her face. She was wearing silver hot pants and a small, tight red top that left little to the imagination. She must be dancing later.
"Here you are," she smiled, her eyes roaming my body unashamedly. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
"I needed a smoke."
"Are you going to share?" she asked, raising a perfect eyebrow. I handed my half-smoked cigarette over to her and watched her inhale before handing it back.
"I thought you'd be angry. Honestly, I really didn’t think you’d agree," I muttered, trying to keep my eyes from drinking in her sexy legs. I couldn't wait to get between them and have them wrapped around my neck while I attacked that pussy of hers. My mouth was watering just thinking about it.
"Oh, I’m livid, but not at you," she muttered. Her eyes were darting everywhere except at me.
"You're angry that Tony agreed to this?"
"I'm more pissed that it was decided on the roll of some dice," she replied, crossing her arms. Did she realize how amazing her chest looked when she did that? I tried so hard not to stare at her gorgeous tits, but failed miserably.
"You can say no, you know. I would completely understand. This is your choice, Trixie. I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to."
"Tony fucks around on me all the time. Why should he be the one to have all the fun? Besides, this is the only chance I’ll ever get with you." Sweet fucking Jesus Christ…she stood there and licked her lips as her eyes roamed up and down my body. She was totally eye fucking me. "I have to admit…you are one hot piece of ass." My cock was instantly hard, and I needed to tell him to stay the fuck down before he ripped through my slacks. The fact that Trixie was quoting me, using my own words against me…well that certainly didn’t help. She was such a fucking tease.
"I've been thinking the same thing about you for two years, Trixie."
"Yeah, I gathered that from how often you asked if you could fuck me," she giggled. "So…where are we going to do this? Your place?"
"If you're okay with that. I mean, if you want to get a hotel or something, we can…"
Her laughter had my words trailing off. "Your place is fine. Tony is away this weekend, and I thought it might be better to do this while he’s out of town." Shit, that was only three days away. Three motherfucking days!
"I'll send a car for you at seven on Friday, then," I replied, finishing my cigarette and discarding it on the ground. I couldn't stay out there with her for too long or people might start talking. The fucking women at the club didn’t know how t
o keep their goddamn mouths shut about anything!
"I’m looking forward to it, Ryan." Without any warning, Trixie took a few steps closer to me, and I could feel her chest against mine as she placed her hands on my shoulders. "I hope you fuck as well as I imagine you do," she purred seductively. Fuck, I almost came in my pants right then.
"You’ll just have to wait until Friday to find out, won’t you?" I smirked, running my hands into her hair. Holy shit, it was so smooth and silky.
"Until Friday it is, then, Ryan," she chuckled as my lips got a little too close to hers. I felt as if I had vertigo when she moved away from me. "Do you have any requests about what you'd like me to wear for the weekend?"
"It doesn’t really matter. I don't intend for you to be wearing anything for long once I get you into my bedroom," I teased, giving her my panty-dropping smile. Fuck me! I heard her gasp quietly, and I realized that it might have actually worked that time.
"I have work to do," she replied, looking a little flustered as she rushed away. Well, I had gotten her worked up and she wasn't even naked yet. Maybe she wasn’t immune to my powers after all.
I wandered back into the club a few minutes later. When I scanned the room, I saw that Trixie was already working the pole. Fuck, she was incredible. Every man in the club had his eyes on her.
"Remember, it's just a weekend," Tony snarled in my ear. "Don't get any fucking ideas. Trixie is mine."
"I'm aware of that, but a deal is a deal. You need to relax."
"Hopefully she'll start talking to me again afterward."
"She's not talking to you?" I had to rein in my amusement. I knew that with the way Tony was tonight, it might start a fight if I laughed. The dumb fuck was still getting over his gunshot wound and was pissed that he had a limp.
"I've never seen her so angry before."
"That happens when you offer her as collateral for a damn bet." Fuck, I shouldn't have said that because even the smallest thing could set him off. Surprisingly, though, Tony glared in my direction before limping off through the crowd. He needed help with his anger problem. I was getting sick of his attitude.
