by Dawn Martens
My free hand grips the wheel, white knuckled. Fuck. She is so turned on. If I didn’t have that meeting to get to, I would pull into an empty floor of the parking garage and ravish her pussy with my tongue. I bite down hard thinking of doing it. The salty taste of blood from my bleeding lip, from biting down so hard, coats my tongue and I swallow hard, wanting her.
I park in the staff lot, and before the car shuts off, Cori gets out of the car quickly and runs into the building. I smile. She thinks she can run from me, but it’s not happening.
Chapter 10
Cori
Blake is completely insufferable the whole damn ride over. He kept trying to cop a feel. I end up back at Lexington, but I am not in a good mood, and everyone that comes in the doors and up to me knows it.
Ten minutes before one o’clock, I see Angel from Angels Warriors MC walk through the doors with his friends, Reaper and Zippo.
“Well, hey there. Any of you single?” I say, smirking.
Angel smiles at me. Oh shit, I think I just came in my panties. Angel has always been hot, but I can’t flippin’ believe he has gotten even hotter. Married life suits him.
“Sorry, darlin’, all of us are married.”
“Well, shit. Oh well, didn’t hurt to try,” I say, sighing dreamily.
Vinny gives a small laugh and shakes his head. “Awe, man, Zippo, lose the damn beanie already!” I say, pointing at him.
“You are just a bag of trouble lately, aren’t ya, darlin’?” Angel says, grinning at me.
“Yeah, yeah,” I say with a wave of my hand.
“Club is having a family thing next weekend. You and Melissa should come,” Angel says.
“Really?” I ask him, smiling widely.
“Yeah, and my six kids will be there.”
“Holy fuck! Are you kidding me?” I ask in shock. Last time I talked to Angel and the boys was when he was sitting at five kids. Hell, I even just talked to Eden a few months ago, but she didn’t mention being pregnant.
“Not kidding. Text me if you can’t make it,” he says, giving me a smile.
I shake my head. “Wow, anyways, you can go on in,” I tell the guys, waving toward the boardroom.
I watch as they walk away, and, holy shit, they have very fine asses. I’ve never once checked them out before, because I never had a reason to. They helped Melissa and me, saved us from hell, but watching them walk away from my desk... Hot damn. As I’m watching them wait for the doors to open, my phone rings.
“Thanks for calling Lexington. Blake Sanders’ assistant, Corinne speaking. How may I help you,” I greet the caller.
“I see you doing that again, I’ll come out there and spank you,” Blake barks at me.
“Uh, what?”
“I watched you through my damn window, you flirting, checking out the men that just came in. That shit stops,” he growls and hangs up.
“Well then.” I’m half-tempted to flip him off, but I think better of it.
The guy is making me rethink everything. I don’t get him and what he is trying to prove.
I watch him from the corner of my eyes as he gets down to business talking with Angel. I wonder what this is about. After the last two days, with things getting weird with Blake, I’m worried that he called them down to ask about me. Those three boys know everything, every horrible fucking detail of what happened to me growing up—what I lost, all of it. I’ve always been terrified that Blake would see my slutty side, but the thought of him finding out about my childhood is worse than anything.
BLAKE
After hanging up on Cori, I stomp to the boardroom and settle into my chair. Adam comes in moments later with Angel, Reaper, and Zippo following behind him. I stand up to shake their hands.
Angel rubs his hands together. “Whatcha got for me?” he asks, taking a seat.
I let out a breath and pass him the folder. “I’ve gotten many reports about this home, and I’ve been there to follow up on them, but haven’t seen anything wrong. Neighbors have even called the police. Hell, the children were even removed for a few days to further investigate. Still, nothing, so they were returned back. Last week, I saw a kid walk up to the house. Pretty sure he’s one of the kids living there. He looked like he didn’t want to go in. He was shaking, looking scared. I waited. Took him fifteen minutes to get the courage to finally open the front door.”
Reaper’s face goes dark. “What do you want us to do?”
“We’re hoping to get you to recon the place, stake it out. Watch it closely. Get cameras set up inside, outside, anything. I’m positive these bastards are hurting those kids, and I want them finally brought down. I have no fucking clue how they keep passing all inspections, but I know something is happening,” Adam says from his seat beside me.
Angel nods, and Zippo speaks up. “I’ll get on that. I have some equipment in my garage, so it won’t cost shit, and I’ll have all surveillance sent back to the club house for T-bags to monitor.”
“I don’t know how well that shit would hold up in court, but Zippo’s father-in-law is a damn good lawyer. I’m sure he’d help out,” Angel tells us.
“Sounds good, man. I want those kids safe.”
We finish up the meeting, and I give them the address of the home. As they are about to leave, Angel stops and sits back down.
“What?” I ask.
Zippo and Reaper both flank him, both looking worried. “Have you ever met Cori and Melissa before Cori came to work here?” he asks me, his face carefully blank.
“No, you are the one that got Cori the job,” I tell him. He knows this.
“Fuck,” he says, rubbing at his beard. “Are you positive?”
I frown and look at Adam, who looks just as confused as I am. “Yeah, I am.”
“I should have recognized this last name and address right away. This is the home that we rescued Cori and Melissa from.”
“That’s not possible. I lived in that house,” I tell them.
“Which is why I’m asking if you knew her. Melissa and Cori were in this house until I got them outta there when Cori was seventeen. You would have been in that home with them. Cori would have been sixteen when you were in your last year at this place.”
What the fuck? I don’t remember a Corinne or a Melissa living there with me ever. Hell, there were no girls at all in that house. “Man, you’ve gotta be wrong. There were no girls living there.”
Angel shakes his head, giving me a grim look. “There were four girls living there when you did, Blake.”
A silence comes over the room. I have no idea what to say.
“Blake, that home has a secret basement. That’s where the girls were kept. The day we saved Cori and Melissa, we brought cops with us, but it was like they knew we were coming and had it all sealed up with the girls in the main house. Corinne was seventeen, just a few months away from being eighteen, and social services let us take her and Melissa. But there wasn’t anything else we could do. That family is highly respected. Dane Mercer is a hot shot family Lawyer. His wife, Hilda, is a nurse at the local hospital, and their family ties stretch far. No one believed, ever, they would hurt anyone that lives there,” Reaper says quietly.
“Corinne used to have these awful nightmares. Scared the shit out of anyone that was around for night watch. When we finally got her to talk, it wasn’t good, man. There are still some things you don’t know about her, and I can tell you, what you think you know about the case the investigator gave you about Cori doesn’t even scratch the damn surface,” Angel says darkly.
Fuck.
“We watched them for a few years, but I’m thinking maybe we shouldn’t have stopped, considering this new information you’ve got in this file,” Zippo says.
“We’ll contact you soon, man. Send us a copy of that file. We’ll want all of the details, every last one. When you’re ready, I’ll also fax you over the Intel we have from when Melissa and Corinne stayed there. This way you know everything you’re up against,” Angel says, gett
ing up to leave the room. He says that as if he knows I want Cori as more than my employee.
I watch them walk out, feeling completely lost. How the fuck did I not know about Corinne living in the same damn house as me? That house was the worst fucking house I’ve ever been in—abuse, neglect, drugging, all of it. Deciding to check on Corinne, I see her through the office window and catch her in a showdown with Stacy. And Angel and Zippo are trying to calm them both down. Fuck.
Chapter 11
Cori
Sitting at my desk, I’m popping some gum. My lips smack as I twist my tongue around the strawberry gum. It is starting to lose its flavor. I’m bored out of my damn mind when I see a shadow come over me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
I look up and see fucking Stacy Ips. “I work here, bitch,” I sneer out. If she wasn’t such a screaming bitch and a whore, I would admit she’s beautiful—long brown hair, blonde highlights, and a fantastic ass and rack. I used to be jealous of her looks, but that was before she tried pulling shit with Randy.
“You won’t be for long. Once I go talk to my man, you’ll be gone,” she fires back.
“You’re man? Which one would that be?” I ask.
“Blake. Duh,” she says flippantly with an eye roll. She flicks her tongue out over her top lip, thinking of saying more, but hesitates when she sees my mock expression to her claim on Blake.
I burst out laughing. “That’s funny. I’ve been working here for a few years now, and when I tried to quit this morning, he stalked me and forced me to be here. I highly doubt he’ll fire me. He wasn’t yours when he was trailing his skillful fingers up my thigh this morning, or when he rammed his tongue down my throat last night.” I cock my brow in satisfaction at seeing the horrified twist of her lips as her face scrunches. My cheeks flush as I remember that damn kiss and the way Blake teased my clit earlier.
“You stupid bitch!” she yells, surprising me as she comes around my desk. “You tryin’ to steal my man?”
I stand up, ready to face off. “You really want to do this? Again? Really?” I swear to God, I will knock this chick out again if she steps any closer to me. I took classes to defend myself once I started college. I don’t chick fight. She found that out when we got into it before. I punched her square in the face, and all she did was pull my hair and try to scratch me. Last year, Randy and I started getting somewhat serious, and I gotta say, I have an ugly jealous streak. I went to see him at work and found Stacy spread across his desk.
It was the sickest thing ever. Randy wasn’t even in the room. He didn’t even know she’d be there. He was pissed she was, so I took care of it. After that, the feelings I was getting for Randy were way too serious, and I backed away from him for a few months. Now, we’re strictly friends with benefits. It works for us. Feelings get ugly, especially with him working in a club. My jealousy would be on constant play, and it would kill us in the end.
“Ladies, calm down. Back down.” I hear someone say. I look over Stacy’s shoulder and see Angel. He looks large and in charge.
“She needs to leave,” Stacy says, pointing her boney finger at me.
“You need to leave. You can either go on your own, or, I swear, I’ll force you outta here by your hair,” I tell Stacy, getting into her face.
“Screw you, Corinne! You’re still just pissed off that I fucked Randy. Get the hell over it,” she shouts at me. “Your pussy is so used up and loose, he was so damn thankful to have mine.”
I’ve had it. I grab her by her hair and bring her face in close. “You speak to me like that again, you’ll need reconstructive surgery.”
I am yanked back by a large muscular arm around my middle, but I also didn’t let Stacy’s hair go, so she comes with me, letting out a shriek of pain. I yank harder, and a husky voice grits in my ear, “Let go, babe.” I let go, and she shoots backwards, landing on her ass.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I hear Blake shout as he jogs down the hall.
I look up and see it was Reaper who pulled me away from her. The man is a towering wall of sheer muscle and power. He is hot and married. All the hot ones are, it seems… well, other than Blake, but he doesn’t count. I think of Mark and how he lied to me. Married jerk.
“Blake, honey,” Stacy starts. She goes over to him, trying to saddle up to his side like a wounded cat.
“What did I tell you about coming here, huh?” he says to her, stepping out of her unwarranted embrace.
Stacy stumbles on her too high heels. She looks stupid trying to walk in them. Looks like a newborn giraffe. She falters, going down on her ass again.
She looks down at her shoes once she stands up and fixes her hair.
“You were a fuck, woman. That’s it. And each time I was with you, I was drunk out of my mind.” Blake doesn’t hold back the brutal insult and honesty of how he feels about her. His jaw clenches so tight I can make out every bone in his jaw and his neck as his shoulders roll with anger.
She whips her head up and looks at him. “But it’s been months. I thought we were finally going to take this to the next level,” she whines.
He gives her a disgusted look. “Yeah, not happening, ever.” He snorts, seeming amused by her assumption of where their ‘relationship’ was headed in her delusional eyes.
“Fine. Next time you want a hot tight pussy, I won’t let you back in it. You’ll be sorry,” she says as she stomps off, her heels clicking across the floor in a hurry.
“You were never tight, woman. Trust me,” he shouts to her retreating form.
I almost feel sorry for her—almost, as Zippo laughs quietly.
Blake turns and stares at me as Reaper lets me go. Blake’s angry face softens, and a grin forms.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I ask, “What the hell are you grinning about?”
“You were jealous. Knowing I fucked her, that she showed up here to see me, you were about to lay her out,” he says smugly.
I snort. “Pfft, bitch, please. I wouldn’t care. Why don’t you go after her? My car is unlocked. Just don’t get the fluids on my leather seats. Plus, it wasn’t you we were fighting over. She threw in my face about fucking Randy, which wasn’t true. Randy never fucking touched her. That was why I was in her face,” I tell him snottily.
His face turns dark. His eyes narrow in on me menacingly. Other people from the office are beginning to stare and whisper about the outburst.
“Well, I think we’ll be taking off now. Enjoy this lover’s spat. Blake, we’ll get in touch soon. Corinne, really do hope that you and Melissa can make it down soon,” Zippo says, giving me a small smile, and then they leave.
I keep my eyes locked on Blake’s, watching his face fuming. Damn he is hot, even more so when he is angry.
BLAKE
I’m seriously about to strangle her.
“You want me to fuck her?” I ask her, my voice low.
She rolls her eyes. “Seriously, what would I care? Although, I must say, that’s pretty disgusting. Stacy? Really?” She shivers in disgust.
“In case you didn’t hear. I’ve only fucked her while drunk. It’s like she has a fucking radar for it or some shit.”
“Again, I really don’t care. You fuck whoever. I’ll do the same. Gee,” she says, sighing, sounding bored.
I’ve had enough of this shit. I walk to her, bend low, my shoulder going into her stomach, and lift.
“What the hell!” she screeches.
I walk fast into the staff lunch room with Cori still pounding away on my back. A few people are hanging around, and I bark out, “Get out, now. Close the door.”
Everyone scurries out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Cori is fuming when I toss her on the couch.
“Shut up,” I growl, forcing her to lay down on her back. I come down over the top of her and thrust between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she says breathily. Her chest heaves in excitement. I know she is turned on.
“I’m gonna fuck you,
and you’re gonna love it. You’ll be ruined forever. No man will come close to what I can do to you.” I crash my mouth down on hers, forcing her to open her mouth.
Pulling back, I lift her skirt and move her panties to the side, trailing a finger between her lips. “You are fucking soaked,” I growl out.
She moans and moves her hips against my hand. “Oh, fuck.”
Using my other hand, I unzip my jeans, pulling my cock out. Her eyes go wide as I push the tip of my cock against her slit. “You want me?” I ask her, taunting her with my dick. My cock is straining, needing to be deep inside her slick heat.
“Yes. Please, God, yes,” she assures me, breathing hard. Her smooth legs spread apart, giving me more room.
I shove in to the hilt with one hard thrust. I pause, leaning over her to look in her eyes. “You’re fucking mine,” I claim before capturing her mouth. Pulling back, I look at her as I slowly thrust inside her. “I hope to fuck you’re on the pill because I will never wear something with you.” I kiss her again before she says anything.
Our kisses are rough and frantic. Nothing sweet about it. It’s lustful want. It doesn’t even matter that we are at work. The need to have her is driving me mad. Her nails dig into my back, drawing blood. The pain feels good, knowing I drive her to that.
She bites on my neck, pushing her hips into mine. My pulse quickens under her lips.
“This changes nothing,” she grits out between pants.
“The hell it does.” I pull out to the tip and slam back into her hard, gripping her hips roughly.
Her muscles clench around me, milking my cock. I know she is close by the way she is breathing heavily in my ear and from the fast beat of her heart thumping against her chest.
Chapter 12
Cori
