by Lizbeth Day
Aaron motioned for Denver to deal.
She put down a jack of spades in front of Aaron. Denver’s belly did a little flip. A high card.
Denver dealt herself next. Two of diamonds. Crap.
Quickly she threw down Rock’s card face up and breathed a sigh of relief.
Queen of clubs.
Denver resisted the urge to smile even as she felt a throb between her legs.
Rock gave a satisfied sound of triumph and leaned into the cushion of the double-size lounger he and Denver shared. He reclined with his legs splayed wide. His eyes met Denver’s. “Bite.”
This time, it was her turn not to hesitate. Denver crawled between his open legs until she hovered over his torso.
She brushed the shirt aside, exposing what she’d glimpsed earlier. A silver bar pierced Rock’s left nipple. Denver took it into her mouth, the metal warm from his body heat. She flicked the erect peak with her tongue, pulling a naughty snicker of pleasure of from Rock’s lips.
Denver bit the tender skin gently, then nipped hard enough for him to yelp in surprise. She straddled him, his hardness pushing at the crotch of her jeans. “Just wanted to get your attention.”
“You can’t feel how much of my attention you have?”
She nudged her hips back and forth savoring the pressure of his erection against her lips down there. “I think you liked me because you thought I was a good girl. I am, now, but I have a confession.”
Rock rested his hands on her hips. “Yes?”
Denver glanced at Aaron, who sat rotating an empty tumbler between his fingers. She turned back to Rock who watched her like a hungry man waiting for a meal. “Aaron reminded me last night, I used to be a very, very, bad girl. And you know what?” She leaned over to whisper in his ear, “I liked being bad.
“In fact,” she reached behind herself a grabbed of handful of his hard-on, “I missed it.” She rubbed the hard snake growing behind Rock’s zipper. From the feel of it, he possessed much more than a handful.
Yet, her own audacity surprised Denver. She hadn’t processed it, not until this moment, but it was true. She missed the wicked, indulgent thrill of being nasty, naughty, and yeah, even a little criminal.
Without warning, she lifted herself just enough to unzip Rock’s pants, and thrust her hand inside his shorts. She found the head of his cock and rubbed the sensitive, soft skin. “Nice. Glad to feel you live up to your name, Rock. Are you ready to be a little naughty with me?” She whispered it so only he could hear, her voice low and thick like honey dripping off a ladle.
She didn’t really need a response, the stiff dick in her hand was answer enough. Denver whipped it out, pushing his shorts and pants over his hips. It unfolded out like a hidden anaconda. Denver inhaled a large breath. Shit, he was big. She bent over and flicked her tongue over the tip, only enough to wet it. Then she stroked the shaft, squeezing the head a little on every rotation.
Rock’s eyes traveled from her face to fixate on his lap.
Denver purred, “You like watching me get you off? Like my hand all over this big monster?”
He squeezed his eyes shut before throwing his head back with a moan. “I really didn’t want this tonight. I wanted to talk.”
“Don’t be a bitch, Rock. Too bad if you thought I was going to be the one to leave here with wet panties and no cum shot.”
From her left, Aaron let out a snort. She ignored him, for now.
Rock’s head whipped back up. The blue eyes went dark as if someone had drawn a shade. “I think I really do fucking like you. But you have a filthy mouth, Denver. What else can you do with it?”
She laughed out loud. It was a sharp, vicious sound. But Rock cut off any chance of a reply. He palmed the back of her neck and forced his mouth over hers.
She growled at his forcefulness and doubled the effort on his cock. He shoved her t-shirt and bra up, giving a satisfied grunt of his own as her heavy breasts bobbed in his face.
He bit down on the pert nipple dancing in front of his lips. When his warm mouth touched her skin, Denver felt her pussy tighten. When a drop of pre-cum wet her palm, she shoved him back and bent over his rod. She licked every drop off the glistening knob before taking the entire thing in her mouth. Denver sucked on his length until he started to pump his hips in time with her rhythm.
She slapped Rock’s flat belly to get his attention. “Wanna taste me?”
In response, he viciously tugged at her jeans. She pushed his hands away and undid her clothes. Her jeans and panties dropped around an ankle.
She dipped a hand between her legs and brought the hand up to the terrace’s muted lighting. Her fingers shone. Denver grinned wickedly and shoved two fingers into Rock’s mouth. He twirled his tongue over them and suckled as if the stuff was ambrosia from a goddess.
Denver slapped his probing hands away. “No, this is all you get,” she said and snatched her fingers away. He grasped at her waist, eyes begging for more. Instead she rubbed herself over his shaft, relishes how her juices made his dick slick.
The sensation of his round, slippery head against her own throbbing clit brought a new gush from her pussy. Not able to take it anymore, she rose and guided his head into her opening.
For every inch she accepted, Denver wanted another two. She gasped at how he filled her up, damn near making her walls vibrate. When she had taken in all she could, she clenched her muscles around his cock. She rocked her hips, lavishing at how good all of him felt.
Rock thrust upwards, and she pinched his pierced nipple in warning. “No.”
He smirked but stilled his hips.
“Good boy.” Despite the warning, she braced a hand against his belly, and doubled her efforts riding his dick. On every down-stroke, she flicked her hips, driving his head into her G-spot, sending jilting, warm shocks of pleasure throughout her core.
Then there was the other one. Aaron. What to do with him?
Denver held a hand out and beckoned him like a queen. Aaron responded, and in the next instant a warm mouth sucked her nipple. The double sensation of the heat on her breast and her slit filled with rock-hard cock, made Denver moan in ecstasy. He kissed and licked and nibbled his way up and over her neck. When he circled behind Denver and yanked her head back, she didn’t resist and opened her mouth to receive whatever he wanted to give.
He sucked on her lower lip and Denver tasted the rum lingering on his breath. When he wrapped an arm around her and played with her clit, keeping in time with the movement of her hips as she fucked Rock, Denver knew she wanted him inside of her too.
Without breaking stride, she leaned forward putting her ass in the air. The next thing she heard was Aaron’s belt buckle hitting the terrace’s floor.
Aaron slapped her ass. Then he kissed down the small of her back, and along her butt cheeks. He spread them apart and his tongue played with her hole. “Here? You want it here?”
“Yeah, there. Can you handle it?” She taunted.
Aaron didn’t reply with words, he answered by sliding his stiff erection into her puckered opening. Denver swore and bit down on Rock’s belly. But the discomfort eased when Aaron began his own slow stroke in and out. Denver’s breath came loud and ragged as both cocks engorged her. She let Rock take over then, his hips thrusting upward in time to the man’s behind her.
It was almost too much sensation to bear. She braced herself on her arms and let the men work her over. It was as if she was being filled with something warm and thick like honey—scoring her insides in a river of sweet torture—but it was coming so hard and fast she felt about to shatter. She could feel the incessant tugging in her pussy that signaled the approach to a climax.
“Is that good? Huh? You like that?”
She was too drunk on ecstasy to know who’d said it, or even care, but she thrust her hips back to push Aaron’s rod deeper. Denver yelled out, a swift shot of pain caught her off guard, but that shit added to her pleasure.
Rock pumped harder now, his dick hitting her spot with a frant
ic energy that was pushing her over the edge.
It was Aaron who came first, his seed exploding in a hot, surging, pulse. His dick throbbing inside of her hole sent Denver into a rollicking orgasm. She bucked and could feel herself soak Rock with the creamy slickness of her cum. A few seconds later, Rock moaned with a final hard prod.
Denver collapsed with a final gasp onto Rock’s chest. The three of them shuddered as one as their bodies rode out the ebbing contractions.
FOUR
Eventually, they extracted themselves. Aaron didn’t bother for a chair, he dropped to the floor where he was.
“Bathroom?” Denver asked when their breathing returned to normal.
“To the right, in the hall.” Aaron’s said still sounding winded.
She hadn’t even made it out of her bra and tee-shirt. Denver righted herself, pulled up her panties, collected the rest of her belongings, and headed inside. When she left, Rock lay immobile on the lounger and Aaron’s prone feet stuck out from behind a couch.
The air inside the apartment was warmer than outside, but that didn’t stop her skin from breaking out into goose-bumps.
She didn’t have much time. Maybe five minutes. The living area split off into two directions. She padded right, hoping to strike gold. The first door she came to led to a bedroom. From the looks of it, unlived in.
The second door was the bathroom. After a cursory glance, she passed it by too. After two more misses, she finally found the master bedroom. For the penthouse, the room was as big as she would’ve guessed.
No way would she miss a chance to search Aaron Maddox’s place. Coming across his office would’ve been ideal, but fuck it, this was a pinch so his bedroom would have to do.
She closed the door behind her. The opened curtains let in more than enough light to search by. But after searching a mid-sized chest of drawers, her hope plummeted. Only a couple of boxer briefs and undershirts indicated this penthouse wasn’t Aaron’s home.
Denver cussed when the closet proved unfruitful too. But that didn’t stop her from patting down the pockets of the few pairs of pants and collared shirts hanging there.
The drawer of the nightstand squeaked when she opened it. Denver froze. For several seconds, she listened. And nothing. The apartment remained quiet.
She eased the drawer open, expecting it to send up the alarm about her snooping. But it didn’t and even rewarded her. Inside the otherwise empty nightstand, a Glock stared back at her looking heavy and ominous.
It wasn’t a big payoff. She closed the drawer and looked around the room. Her time was running out, no way she could backtrack to find an office. Not that she had anything specific in mind to find. Yeah, a lead on Tai would be great, but that was too much to ask for.
Leverage. That was she hunted for. Something, anything, she could use against Aaron to protect herself. Maybe even get her video back.
“I gotta find something,” she whispered and decided that searching the other side of the penthouse was worth the risk.
Two seconds after leaving the bedroom, she heard the terrace’s door slide open. The bathroom where she was supposed to be was close, but was it close enough to get to in time?
***
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Aaron let the bathroom door hit the opposite wall with a bang.
Denver stood at the sink naked. She jumped in surprise and whirled to face him incredulous. “Washing up. What do you think?”
“I told you to use the bathroom in the hall.”
“That one was a half-bath. This is the first one I found that had a shower.” Denver nodded back at the walk-in shower stall that spurted water at full blast. “You didn’t expect me to go home dripping with cum did you? I’m not a prostitute after all.”
Aaron eyes swiveled between her and the shower stall. “I only use this apartment to nap when I can’t get home or to entertain clients staying in the city.” He dropped the accusation while leaving the obvious unsaid. Snooping around would be a waste of time.
Denver didn’t take the bait and deny she’d been searching through his belongings. She wound her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. “I figured from the lack of wash cloths. Hope you don’t mind I grabbed this one?” She snagged a plush burgundy square from the sink’s counter. “Oh, unless you don’t want me using your shower?”
Aaron’s gave her a long look. “I meant what I said about you possibly being family one day, Denver.”
“Do you do what we just did with family?”
He sighed. “Trust. That’s what we have to build. Then that video won’t be necessary.”
She crossed to the shower stall. “C’mon, Aaron, don’t game me. “
“I’m not. My family had money before I came along. But I’ve made my own fortune from figuring out what people really want… or what they need.” His eyes roved over her body.
Denver noticed the look and suddenly felt self-conscious standing there nude. “So you think I crave family, then? Connection?”
His eyebrows rose as if that was answer enough. “Like I said, I’m rich because I can spot all types of hunger and needs. For instance, didn’t you get fed tonight?”
In a matter of speaking, she had a fucking feast. But she wasn’t ready to process the sex stuff yet, so posed another thought. “Even if I became family, you’d always hold that video over my head.” He was full of it and she told him so.
“You have my word I wouldn’t.”
Something in his tone made her glance back at him. She couldn’t read his expression but there’d been something in his voice. Could it have been sincerity? Truth?
Just then, the adrenaline that had likely been spurning her on till now, left with almost an audible whoosh. Her legs became jelly. Though that could’ve been from the sex too. Denver grabbed the glass shower partition to steady herself. Her voice softened. “I just want to clean up and go. All right?”
But Aaron wasn’t listening. Instead his attention focused on a phone call he’d answered. He uttered a few half-hearted mm-mm’s into the cell. But every time he did, his shoulders sunk lower. By the end of the call it seemed as if Aaron had shrunken inside of his shirt.
He flinched when he finally looked up to see Denver staring at him. “Oh, um, yeah. Sure, clean up. I’ll be outside.” Aaron shut the door behind him leaving Denver alone with her thoughts.
Ten minutes later, Denver stepped out the bathroom cleaner, dressed but not refreshed. She felt burdened as if the weight of the world hung from a yoke around her neck. And from the look on Aaron’s face, he wasn’t feeling too lighthearted either. He sat on the edge of the bed facing her.
She leaned on the doorjamb and loosened the bun. She breathed, “What is it?”
He said nothing at first, then shook his head from side to side. “Have you ever loved someone who was bad for you?”
Denver nodded, “Of—”
He cut her off. “—the question was rhetorical. I’ve read the file we’ve compiled on you. I know you loved your old crew, and they did some terrible things.” He looked up as if daring her to deny it.
She shrugged. “I did…do love them.”
Aaron harrumphed then his voice lost its hard edge. “They almost pulled you down with them. How did you know it was time to let them go?”
“Oh,” Denver said taken aback. She crossed to the bed and gingerly sat down on the bedspread next to him. When he didn’t balk, and only stared unfocused at the wall, she braved an answer. “I was dumb, Aaron. I didn’t let them go. I knew I was getting drawn into things that were deplorable, but for the first time in my life, I was part of something. And that was the only thing that mattered. I’m not in jail because of dumb luck. But, yeah, given some more time, they would’ve pulled me under.”
Aaron turned the cell phone in his hands absentmindedly. “Yeah, family can be the worst.” He got to his feet and crossed to the windows. The city’s skyline twinkled against the still dark evening’s sky. He gazed outside and said, “You
can return the car to where you found it.”
So much for the heart-to-heart. He hadn’t even bothered to turn around to dismiss her. Bastard. Denver snatched up her jacket and stormed out.
***
An hour and half later, she closed her apartment’s door.
She flopped onto her bed fully clothed. What had happened today? No lead on Tai. No evidence on Aaron Maddox. Just a doubling down on the awakening of her own sexual thirst.
A threesome. She had a threesome! Denver groaned.
Damn Aaron. She had put that part of her life, that part of herself away. Now he’d lit a fire under everything she’d wanted to hide, and now it was only a matter of time before she fell into old vices.
No, she wouldn’t let it go that far.
And what was all that talk about family and getting pulled under by people you loved? Was something happening within the Maddox clan Aaron felt uncertain about? There could be something she could exploit there too.
She pondered it all, churning ideas over in her mind. Just as the fringes of her thoughts became fuzzy and muted with the promise of a deep slumber, Denver’s phone rang.
She answered without peeping the display.
Despite it being almost four in the morning, Aaron Maddox sounded rested and recharged.
“I need a favor.”
Excerpt from Book 3
Lovely Wicked Justice
The headline should have been written in blood. Denver Shea saw the newspaper on a coworker’s desk and froze mid-step. Without question she suspected the truth. A guilty man had just waltzed out of lockup. And someone, somewhere would pay the price with their life.
Hitman Logan Walks on Technicality
“Bob, I’m borrowing this. I’ll bring it back.” Denver snagged the paper in a one-hand grab as she hustled by.
Denver hunkered down in her cubicle in the District Attorney’s office. As one of the office’s investigators, she had leeway with her hours. Which was good. Aaron Maddox—the wealthy, arrogant middle son of a suspected crime family, and also her current tormentor, had kept her up until four in the morning. It was only a few minutes past ten now, she should have a few moments of peace until someone pulled her away to do something.
