by Naomi West
I was still half-hard in my jeans thinking about it, though.
I cleared my throat a little. “You did a really good job at disguising her,” I told Cherri. “I've got to hand it to you; I didn't think this was going to work.”
Cherri laughed a little. “I mean, this is a pretty easy transformation to make. But I was in the top of my class at the police academy when it came to getting people ready to go undercover.”
I raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't comment further on it. Instead, I turned to Liv. “I'm going to give you an hour,” I told her. “That should be plenty of time for you to get the information.”
“Give her forty-five minutes,” Cherri said, glancing over at me. “The cops in that area are pretty lazy, but they do make the rounds every hour or so. The pimps pay them off, but if they see someone new out there … well, you don't want her getting arrested for being a prostitute, do you?”
“I don't want that,” Liv said. She bit her lower lip, suddenly seeming to reconsider the plan. I was still surprised by her conviction to help out, but, of course, I had seen how she was with her brother, and I knew she'd do anything she could to ensure his safety. Sure enough, after just a moment's consideration, she squared her shoulders and tossed her hair a little. “Let's go.”
We didn't want Cherri to be implicated in any of this if anything went wrong, so we left her at the hotel. The most difficult part of the whole thing would be keeping anyone from getting too suspicious. I knew Cat had to have local Gemini Riders tracking my every move, and I didn't want them to get suspicious. Liv would need to be careful what sorts of questions she asked, and I would need to make this seem as routine as possible.
I dropped her off in the place that Cherri had suggested, and one glance around showed me that this was a pretty popular place. “Good luck,” I muttered under my breath, making a show of handing her some cash as though I had picked her up and utilized her services.
“Thanks, doll,” Liv said in a sugary-sweet voice. I looked at her in surprise, but she was already slipping out of the car and...slinking off to talk to one of he girls nearest to us.
I shut my gaping mouth and reminded myself that lingering here would make things seem suspicious. I put the car in drive and took off down the road, keeping my eyes peeled for a diner that Cherri had also suggested I wait at. The place was close enough that I could still keep an eye on Liv and make sure that she was okay, not that I thought anything was going to happen to her. I wouldn't have let her go through with this plan if I thought it was going to be dangerous for her.
I got a cup of coffee and found a seat near one of the windows, watching Liv.
She was sexy in those clothes. Of course, I had already kind of known that since I'd stripped her down to bare skin before. I knew what kinds of curves she had, and I had tasted every inch of that pale, gorgeous skin. But there was something entrancing, something utterly arresting, about the way her legs looked with a mini-skirt playing against the top of her thighs, about those shapely calves in those tall boots.
It didn't help that I had already had her like that, bent over in the dressing room. I couldn't stop thinking of the way she had tried to muffle her moans, about how she had pushed back into me, pushing at just the right angle so that every thrust dragged along the head of my dick.
I took a large sip of coffee and choked at how hot it was. That at least brought me back to earth a little.
I watched as Liv strolled up to one of the other girls out there. She chatted easily, laughing a little and tossing her hair back. I couldn't help but wonder who this woman was. Where was the shy, mousy girl that I'd been traveling with? Somehow, with Cherri's transformation of her physical appearance, Liv seemed to have totally changed.
I took another sip of my coffee, considering her.
When the forty-five minutes was up, I went back out to Cherri's car and slipped into the driver's seat, setting off down the street. I lingered on the street corner, waiting for Liv to come over to me. I rolled down the window so that she could continue to act the part, even though I wasn't sure why it mattered at that point since none of these whores were ever going to see Liv again if I could help it.
It was kind of sexy to watch Liv lean against the car, though, grinning at me through the passenger side window. “I don't come cheap,” she said, batting her lashes at me.
I snorted. “Get in. I want you to suck my dick.”
Her eyes darkened, and she traced her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, clearly interested in that idea. She opened the door and slipped into the car. “Thank you,” she said. “You literally came just in time. There was this other guy who was eyeing me up, and I was just waiting for him to come over and start getting handsy or something.”
I laughed a little. “Yeah, I saw him. Probably just hoping to pick you up as one of his girls, though.” I concentrated on driving for a moment. “Did you find out anything about Cherri's sister?”
“Yeah,” Liv said with a little sigh. “It was actually really productive; she'll be happy.” She was silent for a moment. “It was really easy. Almost too easy. I don't know, I just...”
“There's no way Cat could have guessed that we would try something like that,” I said, shaking my head.
“That's not what I mean,” Liv said, shaking her head as well. “I don't mean I think she was setting us up or anything like that. I just mean … I'm a good girl, Rip. I've never even gotten a ticket for driving, let alone … I don't know. Impersonated a prostitute. Got involved with someone in a gang. All of that. It's just strange to me that it would be this easy for me to have a totally different life. And I don't really like this feeling.”
I hummed a little. “I kind of understand that,” I said. I sighed. “The sort of things I do for Damien aren't like this. I've never really done something this dangerous, or something this stupid. Or illegal.”
We arrived back at the hotel and got out of the car. As we walked into the building, I slung an arm around Liv's shoulders. She looked up at me, startled. “You know I'm looking out for you, though, right?”
She smiled a little, curling against my side a little bit even though that made it difficult to walk. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I wouldn't have been able to do that without knowing that you were there watching out for me the whole time.”
We walked into the hotel room and found Cherri waiting expectantly on the couch in the living room area. There was some dumb drama on TV, but she turned it off as soon as we entered, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. “Well?” she asked.
Liv sighed and flopped down in one of the armchairs. “I found your sister,” she said. “Everyone seems to know what's happened to her. I think she's kind of the story of what none of the other prostitutes want to become.”
Cherri's lips grew tight and she folded her arms across her chest. “The facts, Liv. I want to hear the facts. Where is Rosetta?”
“Cat's given Rosetta to her second-hand man,” Liv said slowly and carefully. “She living with Castor Pollux.”
There was a long silence in the room which was broken by my long, low whistle. Liv glanced over at me. Cherri was pale. “Castor Pollux is not a nice man,” I said, speaking more to Liv than to Cherri. I assumed Cherri knew enough about the Gemini Riders at this point that she knew exactly what type of a man Castor was. The authorities had been trying to bring him in for years now. No one was really sure how he'd been able to walk away scot-free when Cat was convicted, but we all knew that her imprisonment had only made an already twisted, power-hungry man even more deadly and ruthless.
“I know,” Liv said, though. She shrugged. “The girls told me all about him. Apparently he'll sometimes come down and pick up girls from around there, and they wanted to make sure I was prepared.” She grinned, showing her teeth. “They were very keen on helping out the poor new girl.”
“Hmm,” I said. I shook my head. “If Cat's given Rosetta to Castor, I can't imagine that she's going to give her back to you, whet
her the packages are successfully delivered or not.”
“We made a deal,” Cherri snapped, sounding agitated. She narrowed her eyes at me. “If Rosetta is in danger, it's your fault. If you had just gone along with the plan like you were supposed to, we would be done with this whole mess already and I wouldn't have to worry about this. Rosetta would be safe, and ... it's just because of you that Cat's punishing me now.”
I started to respond, but before I could, Liv interrupted me. “It has nothing to do with that,” she said. “Rosetta has apparently been with Castor for over a month now. I don't think it was ever Cat's plan to let you have your sister back, or at least, not in pristine condition.” She grimaced.
Cherri began to pace agitatedly, cussing under her breath. Finally, she spun around to face me. “I need your help to get Rosetta back.” She tossed a glance at Liv. “In return, I'll deliver the packages on my own.”
“You already agreed to that anyway,” Liv protested.
Cherri fixed her with a sneer but didn't deign to respond to that.
“All right,” I said, holding up both my hands. “All right. But we're going to have to figure out a solid plan.” We were all silent for a moment, considering that.
“We'll sleep on it,” Cherri said finally. “I have to go to work this evening anyway. I'll see what I can figure out, and then we'll go from there.”
“Take the packages with you,” I told her. “You don't need to deliver them all today, but I don't want them in here anymore. It's risky enough having Cat's men trailing me and doing their best to scare Liv.”
Cherri scowled at me and shook her head. “You'll hang on to the packages until we've freed my sister,” she said. “Otherwise, there's nothing keeping you involved in this, and no way for me to know that you won't be halfway home by morning.”
I frowned at her but had to admit that she had a point. As long as I had the packages still, I couldn't go anywhere. I watched as she walked out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rip
As soon as Cherri was out the door, Liv sighed and started unpinning her hairdo. “I'm exhausted,” she confessed. “Can we order room service?”
“Sure,” I said, not in any mood to go out for the evening knowing that Cat's men were probably still waiting outside for me. “What do you want?”
“Anything,” Liv said. “I want to take a shower first, though. Is that okay?”
I waved her towards the bathroom. “Go for it.”
A little while later, she came out of the bathroom looking soft and relaxed, with a towel wrapped around her. “Rip, can I borrow a teeshirt?” she asked. “I'm so sick of wearing the same clothes all day every day and then sleeping in them as well.”
I frowned over at her and patted the couch next to me. “I see no reason why you should need to put anything on,” I told her mischievously.
She giggled a little and came over to the couch, straddling my lap and pressing in close to me. “Well, it is a bit chilly in here, but maybe you can think of some other way to warm me up other than with clothing.”
I snorted and leaned in to kiss her. “I still want that blowjob,” I told her seriously.
She bit her lower lip demurely and then slid off my lap, kneeling in between my knees. Slowly, she undid the button on my jeans, and I shifted a little so that she could pull them down. My cock sprang free of my boxers, already thick and throbbing, very interested in her naked form.
She smiled and leaned in, taking just the tip of my member into her mouth, licking experimentally at it.
I groaned, unable to help myself. We had had sex a few times already, but it had always been a bit rushed and impatient. Feeling the slow way she played with my length was going to be my undoing.
She swallowed down more of my length, bringing up her other hand to cover the parts of me that her mouth couldn't reach, slowly stroking me in tandem with the movements of her soft lips. And just looking down at her, at the absolutely pornographic way she hollowed out her cheeks and worked to keep the pressure against me… There was no way I was going to last.
She smiled up at me, her eyes gone dark with lust to match mine. I realized suddenly that she was touching herself while she sucked at me, her hand slipping down between her legs and playing with her folds. And that was hot enough in itself.
“Look at you, you little slut,” I told her, wondering how she would take that. She whimpered a little, though, the feeling reverberating around my dick as she continued to swallow it down, and I took that as an invitation to continue verbally shaming her.
“You like this, don't you?” I asked. “Like being down on your knees like that, with my dick filling your needy little hole.”
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she shifted around a little as though she was already close to coming. Suddenly, she pulled off me with a little pop as she broke the suction. “I need...” She trailed off, looking embarrassed, as though she wasn't sure she could ask for what she needed. “Please,” she mewled.
“Get up here,” I said roughly, catching her biceps and tugging her up and into my lap. I wasted only a moment before lining up my prick and guiding her down on to it. She moaned, her head thrown back. “Is that what you need?” I asked her. “You need my cock inside of you? Filling you up...”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes, I need—” She broke off with a little punched out noise as I snapped my hips up, using the edge of the coffee table to prop my feet up and leverage against.
“Is that what you need?” I asked again. “You dirty little slut, can't get through a day without riding my cock, can you?”
“Need it so bad,” she whimpered, finding purchase of her own against the back of the couch and meeting my thrusts with her own movements. She gasped as she changed the angle slightly. “Right there,” she told me. “Oh fuck, Rip. Right there, right there, right there...”
I slammed into her, still amazed by how wet she was, how desperate she was. It was so easy to meet her needs to make her climax, and I appreciated that in a woman.
As though that thought summoned it, she suddenly cried out, her fingers scrabbling against my arms. “Oh Rip!” she sobbed, her hips stuttering in an irregular rhythm. “Oh god.” She collapsed against me, burying her face against my neck.
I slowed down for a moment, not wanting to overwhelm her too much. When she moved back, though, blinking up at me, I resumed my earlier movements. I could feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching, egged on by the way she was still making these whimpery little noises, seemingly overcome with pleasure.
I leaned down to nip at her neck and she practically keened, falling even more sloppily against my chest. “Oh god,” she murmured again, her eyes slipping shut. And she was so beautiful like that, such the perfect complement to me.
I spilled inside her, my dick pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. We sat there for a long moment, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“So, can I borrow a tee shirt?” Liv finally asked, pulling back so that she could grin up at me.
I snorted and slapped her ass a little. “Minx,” I told her, not for the first time. I nodded towards my bag. “Go ahead. I'm going to get in the shower.”
When I got out of the shower, Liv was curled up on the couch, some sort of chick flick on TV. I sat down on the other end of the couch and she moved over, curling into me.
“Is this okay?” she asked as she burrowed against my chest. I could tell from the hesitant tone to her voice that she half expected me to push her away, but I found I had no desire to do that. Instead, I looped my arms around her, holding her in close and reveling in her warmth. It was kind of nice, being curled up on the couch with someone. After the stress of the past week during this mission, it felt almost normal, and I appreciated that.
So I kissed the top of her head and gently stroked my hands down her back and sides. “This is perfect,” I told her honestly. “You're absolutely fine.”
At so
me point soon, this mission would be over and I would never see her again. I didn't want to get to close to her, knowing that, but all the same, we both deserved this moment. I relaxed a little into the couch and felt her do the same.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rip
Liv put her hands on her hips. “I'm telling you, this is the best way to do it,” she said, her eyes blazing. “The girls all told me that Castor sometimes goes through and picks up a new fling for the night, and he usually does that on Wednesdays, when he has nothing better to do with himself. It doesn't hurt to go down there and—”
“What are you going to do if he picks you up?” I snapped, putting my hands on my hips as well. “It's one thing for you to be standing on street corners and chatting with prostitutes; I can still watch you while you're doing that. But if you go along with Castor — even if you stay in his car and don't go into his house — you're basically a sitting duck. I can't keep track of you guys. And I can't help you out if you need, short of calling the police, but that's going to be bad for you as well as for Castor. There has to be some other way.”
