She made a skeptical sound. “As long as you can get there and back before I wake up, I’ll stay.”
Challenge accepted.
Also, best night’s sleep ever.
CHAPTER 14
Who sprinkled the bitchy dust?
-Six to Lynn
LYNN
All the men were led in, sans chains around their feet, but still with handcuffs around their wrists.
Bayou gave me one ‘hurry’ look and left.
I waited for the men to settle into their seats before I looked each of them in the eye to gauge their willingness to be here.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked.
None of them spoke a word.
“I’m the man that got y’all transferred to this particular facility,” I continued.
Still, none of them spoke.
There were five men in total.
Patrick ‘Trick’ Wheat, thirty-five, ex-military.
Patrick was sent to prison for purposefully beating a man to death that’d tried to rape a young girl under his protection.
My eyes turned to study Hunt McJimpsey—the hacker. Hunt was thirty-four years old and was in prison because he was caught dabbling in peoples’ money and redistributing it how he saw fit. Again, unlucky for him, he’d been caught. Not because of his inability to hide his tracks well, but because he’d allowed authorities to catch him.
I still wasn’t quite sure why.
He’d been in the free and clear.
Absinthe Solomon was the next man that met my eyes. He was thirty-eight, dishonorably discharged from the Army, and the man responsible for nearly beating his fellow drill sergeant to death for terrorizing, nearly raping, and physically beating a recruit under his command. A recruit that Sin just so happened to be in love with—but hadn’t acted on.
My next eye-lock went to Zach Caruso. He was thirty-two, and a former doctor. He’d been sent to prison for purposefully killing a patient. That patient who’d just so happened to be the reason his girlfriend at the time had been put into a coma. The kid had hit her with his truck while she’d been out running and had left her for dead.
My final eye contact came from Trouper ‘Troup’ Aoki.
Trouper I had the least information on. Thirty-five. He was, by my guess, ex-FBI. He was also a fighter pilot, could fly the hell out of any machine you put him in, and had the world’s worst attitude.
He was my Hail Mary.
My ‘I’m not sure but I hope my gut is right about him’ guy. The guy that had been brought to my attention by a friend of a friend. The guy that had a girl that was just as smart as he was, and I knew that I could utilize if Troup allowed it.
Troup’s entire demeanor didn’t change in the least.
Of them all, he looked like he was doing the worst.
Though, that was likely because he had a baby right after he was put into prison and hadn’t been able to see that baby since except for once a month visits that his wife had arranged with the previous warden.
“You’re the man that is responsible for my jail transfer down here to Texas,” Troup said, surprising me.
I nodded once.
“I was able to see my son while in the other prison, but now my wife is closer to her family,” he paused, voice rough. “Thank you.”
I nodded once.
“When I pull you out, I own you,” I said to them. “You can have your lives. You can find girls. You can spend time with your kids. But when I call, you come. I’m not asking you to totally drop them, nor will this be anything like a deployment you’re all used to. All of our jobs will take place on American soil. In our own back yard at first until we can clean it up. Every one of you has skills that I either need or want.”
Patrick, the tattooed one, crossed his arms over his chest and stared.
“Why would we?” he asked.
I tossed a set of photos down onto the table in front of him.
He took a glance at them, then flicked his eyes to me.
“What do you want us to do, and when’s the earliest we can get out?” he asked.
There was no inflection in his voice at all. But I could tell he was affected by the way the veins now stood out on his neck. The way that his voice was now gruffer.
Hunt leaned over and looked at the photos, his face going white.
“Son of a bitch,” he hissed, sitting back and trying not to look at the photos again, but like a train wreck, they just kept drawing his eye.
I moved them around the table and allowed them all to see.
“That’s fucked up,” Zach said. “She dead?”
‘She’ being a small girl that’d been used and abused by quite a few different men.
“No,” I answered.
Zach was the one to blanch this time.
With his extensive medical background, he would know this child’s long-term impairments.
“Is the guy dead that did that to her?” Troup asked.
I was finding that I liked Troup.
“Not yet,” I said. “But this is just one of the reasons that I want y’all out. I need a team I can trust. One that’s experienced. One that has the knowledge to deal with this, and one that won’t be affected in the least when I give them a kill order that they’re not comfortable with. Now, I’m not going to say I have immunity here, so that’s something we’re going to have to be cognizant of. I’m not God. So we still need to cover our tracks. There’s still every possibility you’ll get caught and wind up here all over again. So that means that when you get out, you need to keep your nose clean. You need to follow my directions. And you need to control your tempers.”
Sin snorted. “As long as nothing happens to someone I love, I’ll do what needs done.”
I nodded once. “Good enough.”
Because I was the exact same.
Standing up, I walked over to a box on the wall that had the things that they would need upon release.
Pulling the first cut out, I walked it over and tossed it in Patrick’s direction.
I followed suit until each one of them had their cut in their hands.
I waited until each of them got a good look at them before I said, “If you agree, you will be known as the Souls Chapel Revenants Motorcycle Club. I have four men on the outside that, though not in this particular part of the business, will still provide some cover when we need it. These cuts are yours. Wear it when you walk out of those doors.” I paused. “You’ll be released one per week. I’m setting you up with a large cash advance for services rendered. Each of you need to find a house in the area if you don’t already have one, set up affairs, and move yourself to the area. Motorcycles are a must for this cover to work. If you don’t know how to ride one, learn.” I paused on my way out the door. “I expect each and every one of your answers by tomorrow morning at the latest. If you don’t want in, that’s fine. I could still use you on the inside at this prison. But that also means that you’re not getting out.” I was halfway out the door when another thought hit me. “You can have revenge if you haven’t already gotten it. All you have to do is say yes.”
With that, I actually did walk out of the door and didn’t look back.
• • •
Neither Bruno nor Laric was at my house when I got back home forty-eight minutes later.
I was thankful.
I was also thankful that, when I got upstairs, two hours after leaving her there, Six was still very much in my bed.
Her face was buried in my pillow, and her wild hair was in a crazy tangle, the strands going every way but the right way.
Her mouth was slightly open, and her body was straddling my half of the comforter.
Her chest was rising and falling at a slow, even rate, and the bottom half of her ass was peeking out from the sheet.
Her very naked, very obviously needy, bottom half.
I could see a hint of wetness glistening on her pussy, and I swallowed hard, wondering if I should take advantage of the position she was in.
All it would take was me getting naked, crawling up between her legs, and sliding inside.
All. It. Would. Take.
She was that wet.
I licked my lips and clenched my hands, then forced myself to unclench them before I walked away.
That was the very last fucking thing that I wanted to do, but last night had been our first time. She was sore. She didn’t need me fucking her when I wanted her this badly.
She needed calm and collected.
That just wasn’t me.
Not right now, and certainly not normally.
But I would gather the willpower somewhere.
Some-fucking-how.
CHAPTER 15
Go to Google.
Type Wizard of Oz.
Touch the red slipper.
Then the tornado.
You’re welcome.
SIX
While Lynn was gone at his appointment at the prison, I utilized his sauna, swimming pool, and bathtub.
All were amazing, but the bathtub was definitely the bigger hit of the three.
Then, once I was done and thoroughly bored, I went and laid back down in his big bed.
When I heard the front door of his home open and close, quietly, I’d repositioned myself.
Why?
Because I wanted him to see just how wet he made me.
I’d been thinking about him non-stop all morning. And I wanted him. Badly.
I heard his feet hit the staircase, heard him walk into the room, and then stop at the end of the bed.
He didn’t move for several long seconds, and I closed my eyes and waited for him to crawl into bed. For him to make the first move.
But he didn’t.
In fact, he all but left me there, in need, and walked back out of the room almost as fast as he’d come.
But not before I’d seen the flash of need and want on his face before he turned away from me.
I heard his footsteps head into the direction of the office that I’d snooped in earlier, the door opened, and then closed just as quietly.
Getting up out of bed, I walked to the en-suite bathroom and flipped the light on.
The first thing I saw was my wild hair.
I didn’t have any products to put into it, so it was a little messier than normal—and frizzy wasn’t very becoming, at least in my opinion.
I wet my hands with some water and scrunched the curls, hoping that would help.
Then, when that was done and droplets of water had stained the white dress shirt I was wearing, I then had to wait a little bit longer for those to dry.
So, I decided to snoop in his bathroom.
There was nothing there.
Well, nothing exciting anyway.
No condoms. No pill bottles. Nothing but boring bulk-bought toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, and soap.
There wasn’t even a razor.
But, thankfully, I hadn’t needed that.
That was another one of my splurges—laser hair removal.
I only had to shave now every four to five days. And since I’d shaved yesterday, that meant that I was still silky smooth.
That, and I’d gotten my Brazilian wax on Friday, meaning that would be great for at least the next few weeks.
Once the water droplets on the shirt I was wearing were somewhat dry, I once again brushed my teeth with the spare toothbrush that I’d found in the cabinets, and then went in search of my man.
He was, indeed, in his office.
I could hear the low hum of his voice as he spoke huskily on the other side.
A phone call.
“…we spoke. I believe that they’re all going to fall in line, yes,” Lynn’s dark timbered voice declared.
I pushed open the door, very aware of how hard my nipples were at having only heard his voice and stepped over the threshold.
His eyes were on me the instant I crossed into his office.
He was standing next to the window that had a spectacular view of the lake.
He had no headset on, and the sound of another man’s voice on the other end of the line confirmed my assumptions.
He was, indeed, on a phone call.
His eyes swept down and up the length of my body, taking in the way his shirt fit—the length was great, but the chest was a bit too tight thanks to my breasts—over my body.
I had the first four buttons undone, meaning that not only did it make the chest area fit a little better, but it also meant that he could see some real cleavage.
The shirt hit me at mid-thigh, and once again, the bottom buttons weren’t done up so that meant that if I moved just right, he could see quite a bit of the goods.
I walked over to his couch, bent over so he likely had a clear view of my ass and other things, and then fixed the pillows on his couch so that they were where I wanted them.
Then I sat down, in his direct line of sight, and pulled my knees up to my chest.
Wrapping my arms around them, I waited for him to get done with his call.
“Yes.” Lynn’s voice had gotten deeper. Rougher. “I expect they’ll all agree and have their answers to me by the end of the day. I gave them until tomorrow morning to…”
He trailed off when I leaned back into his couch even farther and opened my legs, placing both of my feet on the coffee table in front of me.
He swallowed. “Gave them until morning to get back to me.”
I vaguely heard the man on the other end of the line talking back to him, but since Lynn was watching me so thoroughly, I chose to swirl my hand around my entrance.
It made a wet sound as I did, and I knew that he could likely hear it just as well as I did, despite the man droning on and on about something that I could no longer focus on.
His eyes on me were making me so wet.
He leaned forward onto his desk, placing both closed fists onto the deep mahogany, and seemed to freeze.
I spread my thighs even wider, exposing myself to him in more ways than one, and circled my clit.
I moaned.
Jesus, that felt good.
I was wet, hot and swollen.
All for him.
With the way he’d fucked me last night, I should really be at least tempered somewhat today.
But if anything, I was wanting him even more than I had before.
Knowing what I had and was missing? That was torture.
I brought my wet fingers up to meet my other hand, and together I unbuttoned the last remaining buttons of his shirt, fully exposing my body to him.
“Yes,” Lynn growled.
I wasn’t sure whether he was talking to me or not, but I took that as encouragement and stood up.
He tensed, then moved and pressed a button on the screen that did something that I couldn’t see, then stood up straight.
The droning continued, but I was so focused on the man in front of me, that I should’ve paid attention to what was on the screen.
I didn’t.
Instead, I walked around the desk and slid into the small spot between where he was standing and the desk, then hopped up onto the dark wood.
My bare ass met the cool wood, and I shivered, my nipples tightening even more.
His eyes took me in, hot and heavy.
They trailed down the length of my body, and his full lips formed a small smile before he broke into speaking again.
“I agree,” Lynn said.
While he was talking, I reached for the zipper of his suit pants.
Then, as an afterthought, I unbuttoned him as well.
His hard cock filled up the front of his pants well, and there was no way that I would be getting that monster out of the small space that the zipper being down allotted.
He wasn’t wearing a belt today, which meant that the moment that his pants were undone, they sagged nicely, giving me enough room to work.
What came next was me loosening his tie enough to unbutton his shirt until I reached the bottom, and his chest was fully exposed.
I’d lost track of the words as I explored his body with my tongue and lips.
When I reached his nipple, I ran the tip of my tongue around the light tan edges, narrowing my circles until I reached the very tip.
Once I had it pebbled, I bit down lightly with my lips curved over my teeth, causing him to jolt.
He did not, however, miss a step in his speech.
Something about timing and expectations.
I wasn’t sure.
What I was sure of, was that I could now see the black of his boxers, and I was about to get my first good look at his cock.
His very erect cock that was tucked down the length of his left leg.
I pushed his pants and underwear down a bit farther, grinning when the fabric clung to his perfect, pert ass.
Not many men had asses like Lynn. I had to say, any woman would be envious of how high and tight it was.
It was obviously enough to hold his pants up while I had them unbuttoned.
Grinning to myself, I exposed the very base of his cock, and nearly groaned.
The base was thick.
Very, very thick.
And there was a pulsing vein that had me mesmerized.
The more of his length I exposed by pushing his underwear down, the more excited I got.
I knew without a doubt that I was making a mess on his desk.
I didn’t care.
And I had a feeling he wouldn’t, either.
What I did care about was the fact that I was getting closer to the head of his cock.
“…Will be there to check in with you next week sometime,” Lynn’s even voice came. “Yes.”
The underwear finally slipped down past his tip, and his cock sprung free, very hard, very erect, and very thick in front of me.
Oh, man.
His cock.
There were no words.
It was everything that a woman would ever dream of in a cock.
I wrapped my hand around it and pumped, my eyes widening at the drop of precome that dotted the very tip on my first try.
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