“Your fault for showing me pity,” I say, batting my eyes at him. “Now I’m back in the game.”
Hayes grudgingly smiles. “I jacked off three times last night, so I think I win.”
“Yeah, but were you thinking of me every time?”
“Yep. You were a dirty girl in my head. I could barely keep up with you.”
Beet red again, I laugh. “I’m lazy in bed. Not at first, but I get bored and just go through the motions.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Don’t grab my hair during blowjobs,” I whisper. “I panic when my hair is pulled and feel the urge to lash out. I’m sure your dick would survive. Your tender balls probably not so much.”
Hayes studies me with his hypnotic, dark eyes. “Well isn’t that something? My dick reacted positively to your threats.”
I pat his hand and sweetly gaze into his eyes. “I know you’re worried about being vulnerable during sex, but I promise I won’t hurt or scare you while we’re knocking boots.”
“Is that your version of sensitivity?”
“No, that’s me being seductive.”
Hayes grins. “If you keep up this shit, I’m taking you somewhere private after breakfast and working off these calories.”
I hold his gaze and imagine finally knowing what we’re like in bed. If it’s a train wreck, we can be friends. Or employer, employee. If it’s great, we can be more. At this point, I don’t even care what more means.
“Yes,” I say, answering a question he hasn’t asked.
Hayes studies me and then nods casually. He understands what I want. No reason to discuss it further. We eat our breakfast and talk about work. Hayes mentions a fire at a competitor’s restaurant overnight. I know he wouldn’t mention someone else’s problem if he weren't behind it. I smirk at his feigned concern.
“People need to know their place,” I say, mimicking something Hayes has told me a million times in the short period I’ve worked with him.
“I agree.”
We understand each other. While I didn’t necessarily agree with burning down businesses or busting kneecaps, I admire the way White Horse functions. The town lives under a dictatorship, but so do most places. In Cincinnati, the wealthy and politically connected control the city and leave the citizens to fend for themselves.
In the nearby Common Bend and Hickory Creek Township, obvious crime organizations control everything from elections to business licenses. Hayes’s more subtle in many ways. Fairer maybe too, but he never bends. His world is black and white. What he supports is on the side of righteousness even if it involves putting troublemakers in their graves. What interferes with his little utopia is evil and needs stomping.
I’m not naïve. I’ve seen how wealth controls power, and power controls the lowly citizens. Hayes built his empire through fear but also hard work and intelligence. He’s a benevolent dictator and a man I can’t get out of my system.
TWENTY TWO - CANDY
Hayes opens the Holiday Inn hotel room door and waits for me to enter. I enter a standard room with a king-sized bed, dresser, and desk. Nothing special about it, but this is where I’ll finally see if Hayes’s sexiness is all in my head.
During the drive, he states, “I’m not using a condom. If you get pregnant, I’ll get my heir.”
“What about the other worries condoms help with?” I ask, feeling suddenly very nervous.
“Not a concern.” When I open my mouth, he interrupts in a hard, arrogant voice. “I use them with other women. Never with you.”
The thought of him with other women irritates me. The thought of him viewing me as just another conquest irritates me. The thought of how much I want Hayes and how little he might want me irritates me. I’m a ball of pissed off bitch as I stand next to the bed.
Hayes says nothing about my frown or how I haven’t set down my purse. He must know I’m grumpy. He should ask what the fuck is my problem. He doesn’t because he doesn’t want to know.
Hayes stands over me, and I really take in his height. He’ll squish me during sex. I bet he’s a selfish lover. I’ll probably pull a muscle. I should just ask to leave.
His lips meet mine, and I lose my fucking mind. The heat from his tongue sends shockwaves through my entire body, and I drop my purse. Kicking it away, I grip his shirt and deepen the already hungry kiss.
I swear to myself my reaction isn’t personal. I’ve simply gone too long without any passion in my life. Hayes understands the rules. We’re only having fun. Sex doesn’t need to mean anything. Fucking can just be fucking, and I very much want this man to fuck me.
I don’t remember yanking off my clothes. I might have even torn my shirt to remove it faster. Hayes isn’t as overcome with lust. He pulls off his shirt leisurely like we’re on vacation, and he has all the time in the world.
My hands immediately go to his chest. I ache to explore the hard muscles and thick, black hairs. Hayes lifts my chin and kisses me again.
I forget about my hands and his chest. My brain shuts down as the throbbing spot between my legs runs the show.
Hayes’s lips remain locked on mine while he leans me back on the bed. My hands grip his shoulders. My hips wiggle wildly as my legs try to ensnare him. Hayes takes my thighs and presses them down, pinning them to the bed. I grunt in his mouth, and he nips at my tongue.
Pushing him away, I frown darkly. “What the hell?”
Hayes opens his mouth to say something. I even sense he wants to tell me to shut the fuck up. He doesn’t speak, though. Instead, his fingers stroke between my legs.
“Better,” I mumble.
Watching him through half closed eyes, I shiver as his long, thick index finger slides along my slit. He switches fingers and uses the wet one to tease my hard nipples.
Hayes tests and teases the flesh between my legs. I swear he’s like a kid with a new toy. What does this button do? How about this lever? Hayes wants to figure out my body, but I can’t understand his hesitancy. My body is like every woman’s. The buttons and levers do the same stuff.
I watch him until his gaze meets mine. He lifts an eyebrow at my unasked question.
“I’ve been waiting to get you naked for weeks. Don’t rush me, woman.”
His voice is soft, but his meaning remains clear. He’s in the driver’s seat. I’m simply along for the ride.
I consider giving him a hard time about his attitude, but his curious fingers are teasing me in just the right way. However, if I were in charge, I’d no doubt have orgasmed by now. Then I could rest lifelessly while he did his experimenting. Hayes is a slow ass driver on this ride.
To prevent myself from angering the big bully, I cover my mouth, close my eyes, and give myself a pep talk. Just enjoy the ride. Don’t think. Just feel. It wasn’t as if I’m shocked Hayes is controlling. This is his M.O. for everything. So I need to let him play and stop being in such a rush.
Ooh, that right there feels exquisite.
Hayes’s lips find mine again, and I’m startled by the heat behind them. None of the hesitancy I feel from his teasing fingers. He’s a man on fire and I smile at his need.
“Angus,” I murmur when his lips leave mine.
Testing out his name, I say it again when he gives my right nipple a lick. He then devours my nipple and areola, sucking rhythmically until his name comes out as stuttering noises.
My body breaks out in sweat and goosebumps as he sucks and sucks. His tongue bathes my nipple until I’m a whimpering mess. The heat between my legs is unbearable, and I reach for my clit. Hayes pushes away my hand and presses his fingers deep inside me. Groaning loudly behind my hand, I lose control. Hell, I can’t even remember where I am. Hayes is completely in control of my body now.
His rough knuckle strokes my sensitive clit, and I explode. Never in my life have I come this hard and wildly. Right now, I’m all raw nerves firing with pleasure.
Hayes uses his free hand to uncover my mouth. Devouring my moans of pleasure, he kisses me whi
le pumping his fingers into my body. My arms wrap tighter around him. His skin is blazing hot, and I need to feel him inside me.
I don’t think I actually say those words when our kiss ends. Instead, I mumble incoherently.
Hayes takes his dripping fingers from my pussy and brings them to my lips.
“Taste,” he commands, and I obey.
We lick his fingers clean and then he kisses me again. Hot and demanding, he won’t let me breathe until I become an extension of him. Settling into his tongue’s rhythm, I feel him move over me. Is he naked? I hadn’t even noticed him take his pants off. Having lost all connection with time, I don’t know if we’re going too fast or too slow. There is only Angus Hayes.
TWENTY THREE - HAYES
Candy stretches out on the bed with her lanky limbs wrapped around me as my cock teases her swollen clit. I’ve never before seen the look on her flushed face. If I didn’t know her, I’d think she was stoned. Apparently, one orgasm is all she needs to go brain dead with pleasure.
The thick head of my cock disappears inside her. Her breathing speeds up as I fill her one inch after another. The heat of her gripping pussy nearly sends me over the edge. I only remain in control because I refuse for my body to give in yet. Too many weeks of imagining this very damn moment left me desperate for more than a quick fuck.
“Candy, look at me,” I demand as the head of my cock finds resistance deep inside her.
Her dark eyes open and she smiles. Shit, I nearly jizz myself again. She’s fucking stunning on an average day. Right now, with me thrusting steadily into her sucking pussy, she is the most beautiful creature in the world.
Her feverish expression fades long enough for her to caress my jaw. When my thrusts become harder and faster, I watch her face for a sign I’m hurting her. She groans deep in her chest, and then her hips lift to take more of me.
Candy can’t keep up with my rhythm. I nearly laugh when she frowns after giving it her all, but our hips refuse to move together. She finally stops trying to keep up, instead caressing my face while my cock drives deep into her.
“Angus,” she says, looking stoned again.
I know she’s ready to come again. If she does, I won’t be able to hold on. My hips slow down, and her partially closed eyes pop open.
“Jerk,” she growls, but her smile makes my cock twitch.
“We’re not done after this,” I growl back at her.
Candy’s grin widens, and I know she’s feeling smug about how badly I want her. Fuck her arrogance. She’s beautiful and fucking her feels fantastic. There’s no shame in begging for something this incredible.
Her fingers caress my nipples, and I grunt. Unable to stop my hips, I move faster, thrusting rough enough for her to groan in both pain and pleasure. One of her hands slides between her legs until I feel it against the root of my cock as she strokes herself. Her other hand teases my nipple.
“Angus Hayes,” she moans.
I don’t know why hearing my name said in her lust-filled voice sends me over the edge. Like a song, she says it again and again while I unload what feels like a gallon of jizz into her.
Candy makes a weird noise, and her pussy convulses around my still hard cock. Coming harder than the first time, her hot center sucks me dry. I watch her sweaty, flushed face go through several expressions before she opens her eyes and meets my gaze.
“I want to be on top now,” she says immediately.
Smirking, I keep thrusting shallowly inside her. “My cock is happy where it’s at.”
“I’ll suck you first,” she offers.
I study her pretty lips and imagine them spread wide around my cock. In my mind, I see the head of my cock teasing the back of her throat. I think of filling her mouth with my jizz until it drips down her chin.
“Fuck,” I moan, thrusting harder again.
My hips pull back until only the head of my cock remains inside her, and then I plunge deep into Candy. She groans and grunts from the pressure of my cock banging against her cervix. Her hips shift under me, and she lifts them until I swear she opens up and takes another two inches of cock inside her.
Candy cries out, and I think she’s in pain, but I can’t stop fucking her. Her hands grip her tits, and I watch her pinch her nipples.
“Oh, fuck, shit!” she cries and then her words make no sense.
In a saner mood, I might laugh at how I’ve fucked her into speaking in tongues. There’s nothing funny at this moment, though. I’ve hit a point of sexual arousal beyond anything I’ve ever known. Her pussy takes everything I give it and slurps hungrily for more.
I don’t know if I come again first, or she does. Candy might have come a dozen times. I can’t think straight. My cock is painfully thick, and her dripping pussy is scorching hot. Our hips bang wildly together by the time my balls release another gallon of cum into her ravenous cunt.
Out of breath, I still thrust. I don’t want to stop even for a fucking second. This pleasure is like crack. It’s more than sex. My entire body feels the orgasm. My balls tighten even after I come, wanting to release themselves again. My cock never fully softens.
“Candy,” I say, feeling like I haven’t spoken in years.
“Angus,” she whimpers.
I lower myself on top of her and cover her lips with mine. Her pussy spasms and my cock instantly thickens in response. My mind is numb, but my body is more alive than ever.
Lifting myself over her again, I study her face. I want to ask if she’s okay, but I don’t want to know the answer. If she says I hurt her, we’ll have to stop, and I can’t stop. My cock is already growing rock hard while my hips work up a rhythm.
“I need to get up,” she gasps.
I’m torn between my needs and hers. Normally, the answer would be clear, but I relent and roll off her. My wet cock sticks straight up as I sit at the end of the bed and struggle to regain my senses. Candy climbs off the bed and immediately pushes me backward.
Straddling me, she grips my cock and tries to guide it back inside her. When her shaking hands don't cooperate, I take the head of my cock and dip it into her waiting cunt.
Candy lets out a long sigh as she lowers herself on my cock. She keeps pressing her hips down until my balls tickle her ass.
“Well I’ll be damned,” she says, and her hips begin to move. “You’re so fucking big. I’ve never seen such a huge cock and here I am riding it.” Candy throws her arms up into the air and laughs. “I’m the queen of the world!”
The sight of her bouncing on my cock is too gorgeous to look away. The fucking hotel could burn down around us, and I don’t think I’d be able to pry my gaze from Candy and her jiggling tits.
TWENTY FOUR - CANDY
The hotel reeks of sex by the time I take a shower. The hot water feels great on my sore body. Despite aching between my legs, I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in my life. The sex was shockingly incredible, and I finally understand why people get so worked up over the act. With Hayes, fucking is addictive.
I walk out of the bathroom and find Hayes sitting in the corner chair. He’s focused on his phone but slowly looks up and meets my gaze.
“Do you want to shower and wash off the sex smell?” I ask, feeling shy for no apparent reason.
“No,” he says, standing up and shoving his phone in his back pocket. “I like having your pussy’s scent on me.”
“If it’s so great, I should bottle it. Candy Stank for Women.”
Hayes smiles, but he seems different now. We walk to the elevator and out to the truck before I realize what’s changed. For the first time since I met him, Hayes is relaxed. Mellow even. The man always carries coiled hostility in his shoulders even when he’s otherwise relaxed. Now he’s like a stoned hippie, and I’m afraid the world is ending.
We don’t return to the office but stop at a restaurant instead. I frown at him when we arrive.
“We ate a few hours ago.”
“After a fucking like that one, I want a steak and a shot o
f bourbon.”
Smiling slightly, I climb gingerly out of the truck and let my crotch adjust to the change of position. Hayes walks around the side and looks me over.
“Problem?”
“You have a big dick,” is all I say before walking past him.
I hear him chuckle behind me, but he catches up by the time I arrive at the front door. The waitress sits us in Hayes’s usual spot, and I grimace a few times before getting comfortable.
“That bad, huh?” he asks, actually looking worried.
“You nearly split me in half.”
“Sorry.”
“Are you really?”
Hayes shrugs as if he doesn’t give a shit. I know he’s lying, so I slide closer and lean my head against his shoulder.
“A little pain is worth feeling that good.”
His gaze holds mine, and I sigh at the warmth of his expression. The moment is too cozy for him, and he quickly looks away.
“Tonight, I’ll sit on an ice pack,” I whisper, wrapping my arm around his. “When do you think we can sneak off again?”
“I don’t know. We missed a lot of work.”
Frowning, I turn his jaw so he’ll look at me.
“Look, boss, I get how you have commitment issues, and I’m a clingy woman stepping on your giant ego. That’s fine, but don’t act cold, or I’ll act cold too. We both know you can’t handle when I’m cold to you. Last time, you nearly cried.”
Hayes smirks. “Arrogant little bitch.”
“You can insult me, but it only makes you look weak.”
“Why weak?” he asks, losing his smile.
“By devaluing me so you’ll look better in comparison, you actually make yourself look like a punk.”
“Thanks, Doctor Phil.”
Narrowing my eyes, I scoot over in the booth and pull out my phone. I ignore him for five minutes before he breaks down and dramatically sighs.
“Fine. You’re great. I’m stupid. Whatever you need to hear, I’m saying. Now put the phone away and act normal.”
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