My left arm swings upward and nails him in the right eye, causing him to stumble backward. I crack my neck to each side, trying to calm the fuck down. I'm not prepared to dispose of a body right now. The twitch is back. It's worse than it's been in a while. "Son of a bi-"
I grab his neck with my right hand, walking him backward toward the car that he parked out of eyesight from her, between two buildings. I'm itching to kill him, I so easily could, but if I do I will violate all the rules, becoming just like the ones I exterminate. He isn't a mark. There isn't proof that he's committed a crime, much less a string of them. His hands grab onto my wrist, trying to pry me off. It won't work. I'm stronger than him. I have to train as if every mark is bigger and tougher, faster and heavier. When adrenaline is pumping through the bloodstream a person gets stronger, especially when accompanied with fear.
When he can't free up his neck from my hold he slaps me. I felt more from Lux than him. What does that fucking say? "You going to slap me like a little bitch?"
I press him down onto the hood of the car. "Why don't you let me show you how real men carry?"
I move my shirt and grab the handle of my pistol, placing the barrel to his temple. His eyes widen. For such a rich bastard I can smell the fear all over him. "For starters, motherfucker, real men don't talk smack about females. Even for a man of your stature," I mock, "It's trashy. It's also a bit hypocritical to judge a female that likes sex when your standards are probably a lot lower. We don't live in the forties. This is the twenty-first century. Like I said before, you're going to get back on that plane and return to wherever you came from. I think I speak for us all when I tell you you're no longer welcome here. If you don't leave I'll show you a real man when I give you the gift of a bullet to the head."
I pull him off the car and walk him to the door, just before opening it and shoving him toward the interior. He stumbles but gets inside. "She'll come back to me. You can't stop it. She just needs a little push and a reminder of what it is she wants. You may have caught me at a disadvantage, but I don't give up that easily."
I kick the door shut and bend down, crossing my arms over the rolled down window on the door, my gun still in my hand. He obviously wasn’t smart enough to roll it up from his spying earlier. "I don't think that's going to be the case, Callum. I have a feeling when a girl like Lux says she's done, it's for good reason." I press my head further into the car, invading his personal space. "And if you think for one fucking second that I'm letting her go then think again. Not all of us have to brag about our money because it isn't our most prized possession. Maybe you should rearrange your priorities, brotha," I grit out in sarcasm. “But with this mistake you’re a little too late.”
I wink and lightly pop his cheek with the side of the gun, before standing and stepping away from the car. "Have a safe flight," I say sarcastically. He starts the engine and peels out, flipping me the bird as he drives off. I salute him with my gun just before putting it back in its place.
"I think I just came a little."
My lips turn upward at the sound of that filthy fucking mouth behind me. I may just have to steal her away from her boss for a little while. After that I need an adrenaline rush.... And I know just how to get it. I do an about face to look at her, standing beside a door to the building, most likely just a service entrance for the kitchen. She does work for a catering company...
She has her hands on her hips and her legs spread, her face serious as hell. There isn't a crack of a smile present. This is slightly similar to the night she stumbled upon me in the alley, a first when on a job. Being invisible is key. Every fucking detail is timed and measured, always within a window of opportunity. Her showing up wasn't a coincidence. She was fucking meant to find me. "You did, huh? That must be one good motherfucker if he can make you come without touching you."
I take a step forward, keeping my hands at my side. She shrugs, never giving away her serious demeanor. She is the queen of dry humor and I love it. "Maybe that heroic shit really works. It made me wet. That was fucking hot. Maybe I should be the damsel in distress more often. No wonder she was in love with Spiderman. I might even give you a quickie in an alley. What do you think?"
"I don't think so."
I continue walking forward, slowly, not in a hurry to alter this moment. This scene is working for me right now. She cocks her eyebrow. "Are you seriously turning down pussy in public? That's funny. I thought there was a dick between your legs I sucked at one point, a rather large one at that. Must have mistaken you for someone else. Bummer."
I pick up pace, gaining on her. When close enough to touch, I grab ahold of her waist, before slowly scrubbing my hands down her body, stopping on her ass. I begin walking forward again, pressing her upper back against the brick wall. The back of her head bumps the brick as she stares into my eyes. I grab her hands from her hips and press my pelvis into hers, making my fucking dick known. Before long she won't question that it's there, not even in humor.
Raising her arms above her head, I hold them to the building. Her chest is dramatically rising and falling, confirming the change in her breathing. "I don't think I could deny your pussy if it was doused with poison and I knew I would die upon entry. You want me inside you, then you're getting it, but this isn't the backdrop I had in mind. Come with me. It's getting dark."
Her lips slightly part, her oxygen expelling loud enough to hear. "I can't. I have to work. I need to get back inside. Our event is here tonight. It's going to be a full house. Jason needs me. Some of us have schedules we have to abide by. Quickies can be fun. I won’t even get pissed if you come before me. Fuck me here and let me go or let the blue balls ride. The decision is yours."
I move both of her wrists to one hand, freeing up my other. My hand immediately goes for the top button on her white button-down. One by one I undo them, stopping halfway, revealing her chest and white cotton bra. "I don't do well with ultimatums, Miss Larsen."
Her leg hooks around my waist as my lips become flush with her cleavage; the perfect globe sitting nestled inside of the bra cup sustaining it. The tip of my tongue emerges, tasting her skin. Her scent invades my nose. It's sweet, but not sickly sweet. My mouth migrates south as my hand pulls the fabric of her bra toward the underwire, no longer hiding her nipple. It's hard, waiting patiently for me to suck it, so I do, hard. There is a lot going on inside of me, and being gentle is nowhere in sight.
She moans out. "Fuck, just do it already. I'll bend over."
I release her from my mouth, tracing my lips up her chest and neck, stopping just outside of her ear. "I don’t want other people staring at your pussy or your fucking tits. That’s for me to enjoy. I have a visual, Lux, but this isn't it. Spend the night with me."
"I can't go anywhere until I'm off. I'll get fired. I can't sleep for shit in someone else's bed anyway. This is the best option."
My hand unbuttons her pants and then inches downward, underneath them as I suck the skin just below her ear into my mouth, my fingers searching for the magic spot. The tip of my middle finger becomes wet as it passes over her pussy. I pull back slightly, allowing it to slip in, before pushing it inside all the way. When I pull out I replace it with two instead of one. My knuckles line against her skin as my fingers disappear completely, but I push up harder, causing her to flex her feet to stand on her tiptoes. "Damn. That feels good."
"We somehow always end up in parking lots or alleys, Lux. I need a change of scenery. Go in there and tell your boss you have to leave. Come with me and I'll reward you in more ways than one. When I'm done with you, you won't have a problem sleeping, no matter where it is. Besides, we have some business to attend to. Tell him."
I back my fingers out of her pussy and rock my hand, pushing the pad of my thumb against her clit, before massaging in fast-paced circles. "Do it, Lux, or I will."
"Hell yes. Don't stop."
I remove my hand from her pants, leaving her wanting more, and for good reason. A horny woman will do many things. They may no
t always be as easily turned on as a man, but once they are they are explosive creatures. Sometimes you have to use your cock to your advantage. This would be one time. "You fucking bas-"
I press my lips against hers to silence her. Her stubborn ass tightens her lips, trying to deny me entry. I rock my hips against her, allowing her to feel my erection between her legs. Her lips instantly soften. "Mmmmm."
My lips scrape upward, enveloping around her top one, before pulling it out and releasing it. She moans. "For the record, the superhero is always trying to impress a girl no matter what the fucking comic says. Behind every man there is a woman that caught his attention before she even knew that he saw her. Keep that in mind."
I push off of her and drop her hands, giving her space to move. She releases her leg from my waist, allowing it to fall to the ground. Her eyes narrow as if she's thinking, but she never moves them away from mine. "Go get your things, Lux. I'll be waiting out front by the time you exit. Don't make me come inside."
She takes a deep breath and stands upright as she fastens her pants and buttons her shirt, covering everything that's inappropriate. "Sometimes I wonder why I don't kick your ass to the curb. Your mood changes with the flip of some internal switch."
I smirk. "Because you like my cock."
She rolls her eyes as she fastens the last button on her shirt.
"I swear on everything sometimes I think I'd be better off going back to my B.O.B when I need to come...or Delta. The hassle and effect on my daily life are slim to none."
My smirk vanishes. She just admitted to fucking around with her best friend. Would I usually find this extremely hot? Fuck yeah. Is that hormone that should be raging present at her mention of female play? Hell no. That internal meter that elevates each time another man looks at your woman just skyrocketed to an all time high. When a girl has no problem with touching another pussy a man is in deep shit. This is not good...not good at all. Suddenly, I want to fuck her brains out, and not for the purpose you would think, but for the sole reason to remind her that a dick is so much better; my dick.
"Go get your shit now. This mission just went from important to critical. I'll be in the truck."
I turn and walk away, not saying another word.
"Kaston... what the fuck?" The frustration in her voice shows.
Silence. That's what's best. I fear the words that would exit right now would piss a certain female off. As sexy as that hot temper is, my job as a man just got a little tougher...
At least when you’re competing with another dick, it’s fair game. I will break every damn rule I have and kill off someone to calm myself down before I fucking compete with a woman. Fuck. That. Shit.
I'm really fucking pissed off right now. I cannot believe I just told Jason I need to leave because I threw up in the parking lot. I lied. He just stared at me like I have a third eye, and why? Maybe because I've never done that, and for what, to go get a piece of ass? What the hell is wrong with me? I've let some guy come into my life and start having a negative effect on my personal life. This is one reason why I go for the wallet up front and steer away from anything that resembles traditional dating, because guys try to change you. I warned him that was part of the deal and I haven't seen anything to benefit me besides good sex since I met him.
I shove the glass doors of the building open to Kaston's truck waiting out front just as he promised. He's staring straight ahead the entire time it takes me to get in the vehicle. I dramatically slam the door, before pulling the seatbelt over my body and securing it. Nothing. Not even a flinch from him. "What exactly is your problem? What was all that shit you spewed back there? Have you seriously lost it?"
"Maybe I have," he says, before spinning his wheels as he punches the gas pedal, my back pressing into the seat. "Do you have a change of clothes in that bag you exited with?"
"Yes, I always keep a spare bag at work. Where are we going?"
"You'll find out soon enough. There's something I want to show you."
He goes back to silence as we drive through Atlanta. He never looks over at me, never touches me, and never speaks. It is total maddening silence in this truck, making me anxious. I can't stand silence. It does nothing but make you think of shit you don't want to think about.
I reach over and press the power source to the radio. Hard rock starts playing. You can tell a lot about a person based on their music preferences. The choice isn't bad, but then again I'm a little angry right now. I study the buttons to his truck, trying to figure out what it's on: Media stream, Kaston's iPhone. That's the words showing on the digital screen.
I'm about to change to regular radio when I notice him straighten the middle of his body by lifting his butt in his seat from the corner of my eye, still holding onto the wheel with one hand. He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls something out, handing it over the console for me to grab: his phone. "You're letting me look at your phone? Isn't that a little personal?"
His serious demeanor is replaced with a smirk. He looks over at me. My heart rate picks up. "I think we bypassed personal when you watched me put a bullet in the chest of someone else, let a perfect stranger make you come in a tattoo chair as he broke the seal to an untouched body with a needle, and when I left my DNA inside of your body. That is as personal as you can get. Wouldn't you agree?" He winks when I grab the phone from his grasp. I bite my bottom lip, trying not to smile. "The passcode is 1127."
I mash the home button and open the camera instead of unlocking the screen. Turning the front camera on, I lean over the console and snap a quick shot of me making a goofy face next to his, before getting back on my side of the truck to look for some music. "Now when I'm gone you'll pull this up and think, damn I miss that chick. She was crazy as hell."
He grabs my left hand, catching me off guard just as I notice the Spotify app and open it. I look at him when he laces his hand in mine. I immediately start to panic inside. My fucking hand starts to shake. "That kind of effect, huh?"
"I'm just still aggravated about work. Don't let that ego get to your head." I lie.
I loosen my hand and he tightens his. This is awkward. I stare down at it and then up at him. He is smiling as he looks ahead at the road. He knows he's making me uncomfortable. "What makes you think I'd let you go?"
For some reason now I'm not sure which he's referring to. "Uh..."
"You'll believe me at some point."
"There will come a time when this will no longer work for us. You'll see."
"Or you will."
I roll my eyes. "You will get tired of my crazy, Cox. It's inevitable. I'm not like most girls. I'm not really a forever kind of girl. Besides, I really don't know anything about you. I may not even like you when I do, or vice versa. Right now we just have good sex. We're curious of the unknown in each other, the mystery. Ya know?"
"There's always that chance, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Persuasion is a powerful tool, but something tells me I won't need it. When you know someone's worst, then everything becomes easier learning them at their best."
No words. I may know his worst, but he doesn't know mine. No one does. I try to keep my secrets buried far below the surface. That noose is starting to tighten a little. I strongly believe that when someone learns your secrets they have the power to hurt you, because then they know enough about you to like you or despise you, the real you, and not the person you let them see. The beauty in them not knowing the real you is that you don't give a shit what people think about you.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Forget that you're holding the hand of a man for the first time in your life.
Normal people do this all the time. Just act normal.
I look back down at his phone and unlock it again, this time searching for an artist to play through the speaker system. The scenery is getting more rural. Houses are becoming sparser and now it looks like we're getting into the country. "Where are we going?"
"My house."
"You don't live in Atlan
ta?"
"Not anymore. I decided when I came back that I needed more privacy. Things can change very quickly. Life is shitty sometimes."
"You could talk about it, you know. I doubt I'll have any real words of wisdom, because I haven't really had the rosiest life myself, but I could offer an ear void of judgment."
He looks at me, his eyes shouting something, but what I'm not sure. I'm not really a soul reader. To me it's like someone screaming in a different language, and it's maddening because you have no idea what that person is saying.
His thumb starts rubbing back and forth over my skin, causing a tingle. It's enough to make me want to close my eyes, but I refrain. "I may take you up on that sometime, but right now I just need to get lost in a world full of adrenaline with you; the legal kind. Tonight, let's pretend we're teenagers. You in?"
I smile. "Of course. I can role-play. What did you have in mind?"
He presses a button on the visor of his truck, still not releasing my hand. I turn my head toward the windshield and notice a large metal gate in front of us. I didn't even notice he had stopped. "You'll see."
The gate opens and he drives through. The driveway is a longer one than most, but the house starts coming into view. It's fucking huge. I turn to look at him as he waits for one door of the three-car garage to open. "This is where you live? Holy shit, Kaston, it's massive."
He pulls in. "It's a little big for my taste, but I liked the location. Are you really that surprised? I did basically agree to be your sugar daddy, did I not?"
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