Devil in a Suit (Cocky Suits Book 1)

by Alex Wolf

  “Stop talking.” He presses a finger to my lips, and then falls onto his back in the middle of the bed. “Up here, now.” He points to his mouth.

  My skin grows warm and shocks of tingles bloom across my skin. I pull the dress up over my head once I’ve crawled onto the bed. His cock tents in his slacks when he sees the lingerie I bought for him.

  “For me?” He looks me up and down.

  I nod.

  A devilish smile spreads across his face.

  “I guess we’re even.” I glance around at the candles and roses.

  “I guess so.”

  I get close, and he pulls me up to his face. I straddle his head, my knees on each side.

  “Now fuck my face.” He digs his fingers into my ass, pulling me into him as he lunges up with his mouth.

  The second his tongue collides with my clit, my brain melts.

  He owns me. And he knows it.

  Weston

  For the past two weeks my nights have been spent making Brooke squirm beneath me. My days have been spent with Pike and handling his mess. The dumbass went against my advice. There’s a clause in the prenuptial about affairs and children. If he did impregnate his mistress, he stands to lose everything. I’ve even got my brother and Maxwell poring over the paperwork to find any kind of loophole in their spare time. I don’t trust anyone else with a case this huge.

  So far it doesn’t look good. Carol says she’ll drop filing for divorce if he signs away his rights to the child and agrees never to see the other woman again. The whole thing is a clusterfuck.

  I’m a shitty person on occasion, but there’s absolutely nothing redeeming about some of these clients. It’s bad enough to make you want to strangle them.

  My advice to him is to tell Carol what she wants to hear and find something or someone to occupy her attention. If they were actually in love with each other my advice would be different, maybe counseling. Carol doesn’t love him. She refused to give him an heir. It’s all a power play, and now kids are involved. I’m not sure what she thought would happen when she refused to sleep with her husband. He was bound to go elsewhere. I don’t know why he’d jeopardize his empire by coming inside his mistresses. I’m sitting down with them and her lawyer today.

  I’d rather not deal with Carol at all after her pathetic attempt to get me to what? Run away with her?

  Fuck my life.

  They arrive before Carol’s lawyer.

  “Please have a seat. If you’d like a drink, my assistant can get you something.” The new assistant has only been with me for two days. Hopefully, this one lasts longer than a week.

  Pike holds his hand up and makes a no thanks face.

  “Is your attorney on the way?”

  “No. I changed my mind. I want his little slut to give me the baby when it’s born. If she does that, I won’t pursue the divorce.”

  I roll my eyes with a loud sigh. “I don’t handle family law. If you’d like me to refer you to someone—”

  “No. No.” Carol cuts me off while Pike sits with his tail between his legs. “You’ll represent us.”

  “If I refuse?”

  “You don’t want to make an enemy out of me. You should know this.” She glances out toward the lobby. “That a new assistant? You seem to go through those fast. Probably a few that have a good reason for leaving.”

  This fucking bitch.

  I hold up a finger—since her husband doesn’t seem to have a set of balls attached to his body—and grin. “Don’t threaten me. It won’t end well for you.”

  She sneers and pushes back her chair. “I’ll leave you two to discuss details.”

  Pike rolls his eyes once she’s gone. “I’ll take a whiskey.”

  I call Melody on the intercom and have her bring one in.

  He flashes her his snake charmer’s smile. “I know how it sounds but hear me out. We just need to pacify her. Have a courier deliver the proposal to Misty. I’ll get Misty to sign it. By the time the baby is here I’ll have found a way to be rid of Carol.”

  “What? There’s no way Misty will go for that. You’re talking about a child.” Jesus, I’ve done some shitty things, but this will take the cake.

  “No, she doesn’t know.” He shakes his head. “I’ll get her to do it, trust me. It’ll all be fine.”

  “You might lose her, just mentioning this. It’s crazy.”

  “I’ll take the risk.”

  I just want him out of my goddamn office. “I’ll draw up the paperwork. It’s going to be very fucking expensive.”

  “I’m good for it.” He raises his glass to me then knocks back his drink.

  Once he leaves I collapse in my chair and rub my temples. Carol’s perfume gave me a headache. The only good part of my days is spending evenings with Brooke.

  I can’t wait to get between her thighs again and hide from the world.

  I’m tempted to text her but if I want to pacify my clients I’d better get busy drafting the proposal.

  This bullshit is a perfect reminder of why I steer clear of relationships. When feelings are involved, people get hurt. And it’s even worse for the innocent parties.

  I’m not a man that feels much, but how people can treat children as leverage just floors me sometimes. I have zero hope in humanity.

  I finish drafting the proposal and have it delivered to Pike. The final draft will be more in-depth and formal, but I hope he’s pleased with what I wrote up for him. It’s basically a bunch of legal bullshit that sounds fancy and means absolutely nothing. Usually, I would have an associate draft the thing and I’d just review it, but I can’t have them writing up shit like this. There’s one other problem too. If Carol decides to have one of her attorneys go over it then we may be in trouble.

  I don’t take comfort in hurting someone on purpose or trying to separate a mother from her child. Even if Pike has good intentions, I’m afraid this will backfire in his face. I’ll be stuck cleaning up the mess.

  I’m going to bill him for every goddamn second I even think about this, and the therapy that might come after.

  By the end of the day it’s late and for the first time in my life, I’m too tired for sex. I should text Brooke and tell her tonight is off, but I still want to see her. She’s the one bright spot in my life.

  When I get to the room she’s already there, sitting at the counter eating fruit. After a week together, I was able to get her to at least have room service dinner with me. We both have to eat so why not do it together?

  Even though she tries to avoid personal conversations, I get a few things out of her. I know she loves audiobooks and has a cat named Casper who hates when she comes to the hotel. It means she isn’t home taking care of him. She’s like his human slave. I’ve received a few pictures of her curled up on the couch with him.

  I’ve always been more of a dog guy but don’t have time to care for one. They need too much attention, like children. Which is why I don’t have them, like a responsible human being.

  When I approach Brooke at the dining table she pops a grape into my mouth.

  I bend down and lick her finger. I thought I was too tired for sex, but now that I watch her eating fruit and looking all hot as fuck, my dick has other ideas.

  “You look tense.”

  I scrub the back of my neck. “Yeah. Long day.”

  Her eyes narrow and the corners of her mouth curl up. “How about a massage?”

  “Fucking perfect.”

  She nods. “Okay.”

  “One condition.”

  “And that is?”

  “You have to be naked.”

  Yeah, she’s getting fucked and I’m getting a massage. Win win.

  Brooke

  It’s Friday night. I should be letting Weston spank me and do dirty things right now, and instead I wait for Misty to come over. She had a fight with Pike and asked if she could crash with me for the night. I don’t know what’s happening, but I wasn’t about to turn her away.

  This is exactly
what I was afraid would happen. Pike would fuck up and she’d end things with him or he’d end things with her. Then she’d be stuck up shit creek without a paddle.

  I’d never turn her away, but my apartment has one bedroom and it’s my sanctuary to escape real life and problems. Though lately, it seems like I never sleep here anymore. I practically live at the Four Seasons now.

  Maybe I’m jumping to conclusions about Misty and Pike and it’s nothing.

  When I open the door, her quaking voice leads me to believe otherwise. She stands there with a tear-streaked face and trembling lips—bag in hand.

  “Come here.” I hold my arms out and embrace her with a bear hug as she sobs. The door shuts behind her and I lead her over to the couch.

  “Here, sit down.”

  Her breathing speeds up, almost to the point she’s hyperventilating.

  I worry she might be having a panic attack, and that can’t be good for the baby.

  “Breathe, Misty. Just breathe. Come on, sweetie.”

  After a few moments, she seems to calm down and I hand her a box of tissues.

  “What happened?”

  She sniffles and rolls her eyes. “Go ahead and say it. I know you’re dying to. You warned me. You told me. You could see it, but I was a blind idiot.”

  “Hey.” I take her by the arm, gently. “I don’t want to see you hurt. I’m not going to say anything. I love you. If you aren’t ready to talk about it, that’s fine. But holding it in probably isn’t good for the baby. Right?”

  “You’re right. It’s over. Pike—h-he fired me, and I was served with this.” She pulls out a large envelope. The return address says it’s from the Hunter Group. I’ve heard of them. It’s four men and the rumor is they’re ruthless attorneys. I don’t have any experience with them, but this can’t be good.

  “What is it?”

  “Apparently, Pike is staying with his wife and they want to pay me off and take my baby.”

  “What? No. No.” I grab her by the arms. “I will never let that happen. I don’t care how much money they have. Misty, you have me. We’ll get through this.”

  I go into the kitchen to get her something to drink and I start reading over the document.

  It’s a bunch of legal language that doesn’t mean anything. Whoever drafted this made it a fancy but empty-worded proposal.

  This is garbage. Junk.

  I get to the end of the papers and see a familiar name.

  Weston Hunter.

  I drop the documents on the counter and back away. It can’t be the same guy. Weston is a common name.

  He wouldn’t be involved in something like this. He’s an asshole, but I can tell he has a soft side too. He’s not an animal.

  I know he loves listening to the blues. He likes mushrooms and double cheese on his pizza. He has a tattoo of praying hands on his left pec with his younger sister’s name in cursive font underneath it. She died when he was seventeen of a rare form of brain cancer. She was six years old. He has a soft spot for kids, whether he admits it or not. I know all these things about him and yet I don’t know his last name or where he works.

  I should do the adult thing and ask.

  I give Misty a glass of water and pull out my laptop.

  “Find us a movie. A horror flick where everyone dies.”

  She laughs. “Its fine. I’ll be okay—eventually. Let’s watch Pretty in Pink and I can bawl my eyes out.”

  I nod in agreement. I always wanted Ducky to get the girl, but Andrew McCarthy was hot.

  I type ‘The Hunter Group Dallas’ into the search bar and wait for the results to populate.

  There he is.

  Weston.

  I glance over at Misty and look away super-fast. A knot tightens in my stomach. How can he be a part of this?

  I can’t date or sleep with a man or whatever we’re doing. Not one who would do something like this.

  I can’t stop myself from looking at his social media. There are so many women on his arm. He wasn’t kidding about getting around.

  My phone vibrates on the coffee table and my gut tells me it’s him. I don’t want to look. I don’t want to be tempted to text him back. Because if I do, he’ll say something charming and convince me to come to him. Lawyers are the best excuse makers in the world.

  Twenty minutes go by and Misty falls asleep. The movie is failing to hold my attention.

  My phone has gone off three times now.

  Giving in to temptation, I snatch it from the table and unlock the screen.

  Weston: On your way? I ordered Thai.

  Weston: If you don’t want Thai we can order something different. Your choice.

  Weston: You standing me up? Bold play. It’s gonna cost you.

  I want to respond but right now I don’t know what to say.

  We’ll see who it costs.

  Weston

  Brooke completely ghosted me, and I can’t figure out why. Maybe her phone died and she couldn’t text me or she was working late. She is a workaholic. Or maybe there was an emergency.

  I didn’t know if anything happened to her. She could’ve been in a car wreck. So many terrible possibilities run through my mind. What if she’s in the hospital? I have no way of knowing. The realization that I care about her more than I’ve ever cared about anyone slams into me like a wall of bricks.

  I’ve never wanted a relationship, but I’m enjoying what we have going on. I thought I could maybe try for her.

  I finally got tired of waiting on her and asked my driver to scope out her building. He said he saw her and a friend sitting on her balcony. I can’t stop picturing her in her sexy lingerie giving me a massage, taking me in her mouth, bending her over the counter and fucking her senseless till her body was putty in my hands.

  I haven’t decided what to do. It won’t end like this. It might serve me right for all the broken hearts I’ve left scattered along the way. Maybe this is payback for all the women I’ve kicked out as soon as I was done with them. The one woman I want doesn’t want me. How fitting is that?

  Maybe her friend was just having a bad day and she had to comfort her. Chicks do that kind of stuff, right? It’s like meeting a buddy at happy hour to bitch about nagging girlfriends or wives or something? How am I supposed to know? But, why wouldn’t she call and cancel? That’s what adults do.

  My assistant buzzes me over the intercom. “Mr. Hunter, umm, sir? There’s a Brooke Murphy to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment.”

  Maybe she’s here to explain. My heart comes alive. I’ll definitely be using this to my advantage later. “Send her in.” I straighten up my suit using my reflection in the window.

  I stand by my desk, watching her walk down the hall through the glass walls. She looks fucking sexy dressed up in her attorney outfit.

  Her hair is pulled back from her face and she struts through my door in a form-fitting charcoal skirt and white top that hugs her tits just right.

  I lean against the edge of my desk and fold my arms over my chest to stop myself from kissing her. Is she here on business? Maybe we should role play this some time, because I like what I see. I flash her a fake glare. “Well, this is a surprise. Can I get you a coffee or something?”

  She matches my glare right back, and her teeth grind together. “I’m fine.”

  Interesting. She looks legitimately pissed off. What the hell did I do? “Seems like you’re upset. Are you here on actual business?” I quirk an eyebrow up at her.

  One hand moves to her hip and she taps one of her feet. “Yep.”

  “Not sure what I’ve done. You’re going to have to enlighten me.”

  She tosses the manila folder full of the Pike proposal that I drafted right at my feet.

  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

  “Wanna explain that shit?” Her eyes dart to the folder and back up at me.

  My jaw ticks as the worst thought possible hits me. “Please don’t tell me your name is actually Misty. I might need to take a
shower—in battery acid.” A shudder rips up my spine at the thought of Brooke banging Pike.

  Her face tightens, and then grows hot like an ember in a fire. “You.” She points a finger like she’s still searching for words. “You just keep digging your hole even deeper, you dumb fuck. Do I look pregnant to you?” She balls her hands into fists.

  For whatever reason, my eyes immediately dart down to her waist before I can stop them.

  “Don’t you dare fucking answer that question.”

  She looks like she wants to put my nuts in a vise and crush them.

  I take a step back, and for some reason, my cock gets hard seeing her like this. “I need some fucking information because I don’t know what’s going on here. Can you please help me understand?”

  “Misty’s my best friend.”

  Oh fuck.

  “She was at my apartment bawling her eyes out all weekend. Understand now?”

  My jaw tensed. “Did you read the proposal?”

  She shoves a finger in my face. “Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

  “No, I mean read the proposal. Like read between the fucking lines.” My eyes widen.

  “Don’t worry, Mr. Hunter.”

  God, my cock aches when she says my name all pissed off like that. For the first time in my life, I want him to go away and leave me alone.

  “I’ll be representing her.” She crosses her arms and it pushes her tits up high and tight against her blouse.

  I turn away and try to think about anything but spanking her for talking to me this way. “Fuck, fuck.” I mumble the words where I think she can’t hear.

  “Something in your throat?”

  Jesus, she’s ruthless. I might be falling for her. “Can we discuss this like adults if you’re going to represent her?”

  “Are you suggesting that I’m behaving like a child, Mr. Hunter?”

  Goddamn it!

  I’ve had about enough of this. I whip around to face her and try to look through her like I do every other attorney that steps up to me like this. “If you’re going to come into my office.” I take a step forward and she backs up a step. “You’ll treat me with respect, or you’ll get the fuck out.”