"How about both?" She smelled the flowers again before tossing them in the dumpster beside my bike.
I lifted my eyebrow sharply and snorted. "Does that mean you don't like flowers?"
"Not at all. I'm not going anywhere that I could put them into water. The gesture was sweet, and the message was clear. I love it. That's what you wanted when you bought them, right?"
"Stole them off a blind kid. Yeah." I helped her on the bike and got on myself, reveling in the feeling of her arms around my waist.
"Oh, so now he's blind?"
"Of course he was. I'm a bastard. Put on your helmet. I don't need a run-in with the cops." I pulled mine and hers off the bike and handed her the smaller one. "You eat?"
"No, but we can get a sandwich next to the park. There's a shop right there I want to run into as well. I need to pick up a dress I ordered." She pressed her chest to my back and slid her hands down to cup my dick.
I pressed into her hold and groaned before closing my eyes and breathing in deeply. "I love the feeling of you against me."
"Good. I plan on being closer later. Maybe this time without all of these clothes?" She laughed and I opened my eyes and started the bike.
I'd never allowed myself to dream, but as we rode over to Central Park that's all I did. Vision after vision of a different life than the one I'd been living for twenty-six years. It shook me to the core that love was within my grasp, but if I was being honest, it wasn't that simple.
It never was with me.
We pulled up to the park and I offered her my hand, helping her off the bike before getting off myself and locking the thing up.
"Food or dress first?" I reached out and brushed her hair down as it flew around her pretty face.
She glanced down at her watch. "Dress. The shop is going to close in forty minutes. I don't want to wait until next week to get it."
"All right." I reached for her hand. "Lead the way, angel."
"Why do you call me so many names?" She smirked, which caused her little button nose to turn up. How she could look deliciously sexy one minute and beyond cute the next was a mystery, but both looks had my cock growing thick and heavy.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I just respond with what I see. I always have."
"I like it." She reached for the door to the small shop.
"And I like you." I moved up behind her and grabbed the door.
"Good." She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a hot little look.
"Watch it," I growled and walked over to a table of lacy panties. All of them would look good on her. Off of her. Pushed to the side while I worked my tongue deep inside of her.
"Hi. I'm Jenna Webb. I had a dress to pick up." Her voice carried back to me, and I glanced over.
Jenna Webb. One of the richest families in all of New York and yet she seemed like a commoner. Just a girl of simple means. I'd messed up a lot in my life, but this time was epic in the scope of things.
"Sure, Miss Webb. Did you want to try it on?" The older woman gave my girl a shit-eating grin.
Jenna glanced over her shoulder at me.
"Yeah. You do." I winked and turned back to the panties, picking up several pairs and walking toward the register. "And we want these too."
"Perfect. Give me one minute and I'll have the dress out for you." The woman disappeared into the back room as Jenna picked up a pair of the panties and balked at the price. "These are twenty dollars each. No fucking way."
"I got it." I ran my hand down her back and squeezed the top of her ass. "Tell the old lady that I'm going in the dressing room with you. That I'm your husband."
Her eyes widened a little. "It's a small shop, Nate."
"I know. You'll have to be a good girl and keep quiet." I squeezed her ass once more before walking toward the back of the shop.
The clerk walked out and held up the dress. "Here we go. There is only one dressing room, but you're welcome to use it."
"Perfect. I'm going to let my husband come in to help me. I had hell getting this thing zipped last time." Jenna's voice was sweet, soft. I loved it.
"Oh. I could help if you-"
"I'll help." I glanced over my shoulder and gave the woman a look that told her to pipe down. Now.
"Yeah, sure. Okay." She shrugged, looking less than pleased, but walked over to the dressing room and opened it for us. "If you need me, I'll be right here. Within earshot."
I laughed and held the door for Jenna. I almost liked the old bat. Earshot. She'd be listening. Poor Jenna.
"Nate. Let me try this on and we'll go back to my place."
"Sure. Sounds fun." I reached out and ran my fingers down the side of her face. "Just make sure when you come you don't scream my name... unless you want to."
"No. Not in here." She pushed at my chest as a serious look affixed on her face.
I pulled a condom from my pocket and wiggled around her before sitting down and opening the thing.
"Nate," she whispered roughly.
"Yes, baby?" I glanced up and dragged my zipper down. My cock was so hard that I had to work the fucker out of the hole in my jeans thanks to it riding up to my bellybutton.
"No. Put that away." Her eyes widened and she put her back to me and pulled her shirt over her head.
"That's your job." I slid the condom over my dick and reached up to pull her shorts. "Take these off. Sit in my lap. Fuck me in here."
"Be quiet," she barked and swatted at me as I pulled her closer.
"You be quiet." I tugged her shorts over her thick hips and forced her panties down with them. Brushing my fingers through her thighs left my heart racing. "So wet."
"I'm not doing this." She bent down and pressed her hands to my knees as I positioned my cock against her tight slit.
"Looks like you are."
"I hate you." She pushed back and I bit my tongue from crying out. She was beyond everything I wanted in my bed, in my lap, in my fucking life.
18
Jenna
I moaned softly as he forced my body open, his hands tight around my waist and pulling me back faster than I could handle.
"Open your legs. Spread them across mine and rest against my chest." His voice was low and thick with lust.
Leaning back, I stifled another moan and lifted my hips, fucking myself slowly, methodically. The sloppy sounds of our fucking were almost too much. I paused and panted as he lifted his hips and pressed deeper into me.
"Wait. I'm too close," I moaned.
He gripped one of my breasts and thrust again. "That's the point, Jenna. For you to come and leave this place wet and sticky for the next poor soul who comes in alone."
"Fuck you," I whispered roughly and rocked forward, enjoying the intense pressure of such a big cock driving into me. I was going to become his whore. It was just a matter of time.
"Mmmmhmmm. Fuck me." He pulled at my bra and freed one of my breasts before tugging at my nipple and forcing me back to lie against him.
The old woman from the front's voice filled up the stall, and I stiffened, terrified. "Are you two okay in there? Do you need a different size or heels to go with it?"
Nate ran his hand up my thigh and rolled his fingers over my clit as I swatted at him.
"Shoes would be great. And a pair of black thigh highs?" I forced my voice to sound as normal as possible.
"Sure. That's our only room, so please make sure you hurry."
"Of course." I tried to get off Nate's lap, but he wasn't having any of it. "Nate. Seriously?"
He sat up more and wrapped me in a tight hug as he cupped my pussy and drove into me faster. "Yeah, seriously. Come for me and I'll let you go. That's a lot of dick for such a small girl, Jenna. I'm impressed."
I groaned and bit my lip as the orgasm built in my stomach. So much pressure. Too much pleasure.
"Come with me?" I whimpered my words.
"Of course." He rolled the pad of his finger over my clit and shifted a little, getting another inch inside of me as the world expl
oded. The smell of sex filled my nose and all I could do was ride. Ride hard.
My cries were loud and guttural, and the sound of him chuckling as we cleaned up and got dressed was enough to have me wanting to wring his neck.
"Stop it." I dressed quickly and grabbed the dress. "She’s going to know."
"Good. So what?" He moved past me and opened the door before grabbing my hand. "You're my woman, and I'll fuck you where I damn well want to. Got it?"
I wanted to bark back that it was my body and he would respect it or go the fuck away, but I couldn't. He had respected my body. He'd worshiped and made me come harder than I had in the short history of my pathetic sex life.
"Well. That was inappro-" the older woman started.
"Hush. Ring us up. We're young and dumb. Get over it." He pulled out a couple of hundreds from his wallet and handed them over as the woman moved quickly, mumbling the rest of her speech at the desk below.
I stayed behind Nate, completely mortified that the woman knew what happened between us. Would our relationship always be like this? Him forcing me into awkward situations just for a thrill.
Did I care if it did?
No. I hadn't felt more alive, more emotion ever... not ever.
"Come on, baby." He handed me the bag with the panties in it and grabbed the dress. "Thanks for the release." He winked at the old woman and walked toward the door.
"How embarrassing." I pressed my hand to my face and laughed into my fingers.
"Yeah? I thought it was hot. You squirt, don't you?"
"What? No." I shook my head and pulled his hand closer to me as we jogged across the street.
"Yeah. You do. You might not know that you can, but your little pussy wants to pump out more than you're letting it." He reached up and touched the side of my face.
I glanced around and shook my head. "Are we really having this conversation next to the park where anyone could hear us?"
"I don't see anyone but you." He gripped the side of my face and leaned in to kiss me a few times. "Open up to me, Jenna. Let me in deep. It's the only place I wanna be."
"Is deep inside of me?" I whispered and studied his face, falling even more in love with him. He was vulgar, crude, unconventional. The polar opposite to me.
"You know it, princess. My place, or yours?" He kissed me again and moved toward the bike.
"No sandwiches?"
"We can fix something back at the house. Whose are we going to?" He got on the bike and reached for my dress.
"Mine. Let's go to mine." I got on the back of the bike and pressed myself to him, wrapping my arms around him tightly again. The delicious ache between my thighs combined with my blood pumping violently around my system had me feeling a little dizzy.
My eyes met up with the shop owner as we pulled away. She didn't look nearly as disturbed as she had a few minutes earlier. The expression was more of a longing.
A desire to have what I had.
"I love you," I whispered softly into the wind and kissed the back of Nate's shoulder. It was the truth, though I was sure it would be the death of me.
He'd get complacent and leave. Why on earth would he stay?
"You want mayonnaise or mustard on you-" I paused at the opening to the living room and smiled. Nate was sound asleep on my couch, his thick body filling up the whole thing with nothing more than a sliver left on the inside part. I'd be joining him soon.
I walked back into the kitchen and picked up my half-sandwich before shuffling through the mail sitting on my counter. Bills. Junk mail.
The last envelope in the pile caught my attention. It was unmarked as to who might have sent it, but I knew the handwriting for my name and address anywhere.
Darek.
My heart almost stopped as I walked over to the kitchen table and dropped down into a seat. I flipped the card over and set my sandwich down. The date stamped on the back was the day my brother died.
"Fuck," I whispered and swallowed hard. Not wanting to sit in ignorance another minute, I tore the thing open and unfolded the single sheet of notebook paper with shaky hands.
Jenna,
I'm sure I'm overreacting, but who knows. If anything happens to me - ever, my password to my computer at the house is Dalling29954. Like our old dog that you and I picked out together.
My eyes filled with tears, and a sob lodged in my throat. I'd forced myself to not think about my brother too much after the funeral. He was gone and where I knew his bitch bride had something to do with it, I needed to tread lightly. I'd threatened her at the funeral, and even though I hadn't done anything to fulfill the threat, she had to be nervous.
My father would find out what the fuck was going on, or one of his boys would. Until now. Now that I had this...
If you get this and I'm still barking orders at you and being a cock all the time, then destroy it, but if I'm gone. You know... dead, go look at the "Conversations" folder in my personal files and type in that password. Search through it and make sure that whoever fucked me up gets brought to justice. Some weird shit has been happening lately and paranoia is taking over.
Be safe and forgive me. I just want you to be comfortable and taken care of.
I love you, Sis.
Darek.
Brushing the tears from my eyes, I tucked the letter back into the envelope and took a shaky breath. What in the world would set my brother off to believe that death was after him? Had it been something that Denise said, or did?
I had to get over to his house and check it out, but how? The bitch was still living there. I needed to figure out how to get her out of there.
Maybe Nate could help. Maybe it was time to open up to him and explain what was going on. I stood up and moved to the living room, crawling over him and laying down in the tight spot beside the cushions.
He turned to face me and wrapped me in a tight hug, mumbling something that sounded like, "I love you”. I doubted it was, but I needed it to be just that.
Maybe I was wishing for too much.
19
Nate
I woke up with Jenna tucked against me, her breathing soft and deep. After a few soft kisses around her face, I rubbed her arm and squeezed.
"Baby. I gotta go to work tonight. You staying here, or you wanna come with me?"
Her eyelashes fluttered and she tucked herself tighter against me. Every cell in my body woke up and, more than sex, I wanted to mark her as my own. She looked so fucking innocent, so in need of my protection, my love.
"Baby. Come on." I kissed her forehead and sat up before standing and lifting my arms to the ceiling. The sun had already set from what I could tell, and I was most likely late.
I pulled out my phone and texted Fredrick that I was on my way. No reply, but I didn't expect one. After taking a quick trip to the bathroom and washing my face and hands, I moved back into the living room to find her still asleep.
I stopped by the couch and placed a quick kiss on the side of her neck. "I'm headed to Kadia. Come find me there when you get up if you want to."
She mumbled something, and I grabbed my keys and headed out. My stomach rumbled loudly, and I realized I never got that sandwich she promised. I must have passed out on the couch waiting for it.
The ride to downtown was peaceful, despite all the traffic and pissed off people. It was part of the city's charm, and I loved it.
I parked the bike out back and locked it up before walking around to the employee entrance in the alley behind the club. Several guards glanced my way as I opened the door and walked down the long hallway toward the boss’s office.
"Nate. What's up, man? Bike giving you shit again?" one of the newer bouncers called out to me.
"Naw. Fell asleep curled up to a fine woman. Doesn't happen often." I ran my fingers through my hair and glanced around at the nearly full club. "Looks like it's going to be busy tonight."
"It's ladies’ night, bro. You know it gets sick in here." One of the bartenders walked up and wrapped his arm around my shou
lders.
I glanced down at him and lifted my eyebrow.
He pulled his arm off and lifted his hands. "Sorry, man. I thought we were cool."
"We are. Just don't touch me." I walked through the crowd, ignoring the fingers brushing against my chest, my stomach, over my crotch. Nothing was quite capable of turning me on now that I had Jenna's smell on me. She was the epitome of all things lustful in my life. I didn't see that changing anytime soon.
"You're needed up front." Fredrick walked by me, his head up and shoulders stiff.
"Sure, boss." I turned on my heel and walked to the front to take my place near the entrance as he walked beside me. "You doing all right tonight?"
"I've been better." He paused and turned to face me. "We had a young cop here most of the fucking day. A rookie, though the guy has to be in his early thirties. Bad ass turned martyr, I suppose." He ran his hand down his face. "He's good, but I'm not giving an inch."
"About the death downstairs last week?"
"About the leak that we're selling Zandra from my club. They're concerned and want to investigate."
"Anything turn up?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"No, and it's not going to." He reached up and patted my chest. "Make sure of that."
"Off him?" I turned and waited for a response, but didn't get one. "You gotta name for me, Fredrick?"
He turned but continued to walk backward. "Yes. Cole Matthenson. Take care of him."
"Got it." I turned to the front and forced myself into the moment. No need to work through anything but checking I.D.s and kicking bitches out of the club. Life would wrap its bony fingers around me the minute I walked out from my shift. For the moment I had peace. It was rare.
"Hi, handsome." The soft voice that spoke just in front of my face caused me to jerk my head up.
"Hey, baby." I reached for Jenna and pulled her in for a long kiss. "I wasn't sure you were coming."
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