Sometime after I fell asleep, Shane must have decided to join me in bed because when a bad dream wakes me with a barely suppressed gasp, I find myself waking up in his arms.
The dream was horrible. I was back at Petals, but this time, I was in the room ready to dance, and instead of it being Carlos in his thousand-dollar suit, it was Shane watching me with lustful eyes when the door burst open and suddenly, Shane’s body exploded in bullet holes.
Still, the feeling of him holding me melts the dream away in an instant, and I relax. His bare chest is warm on my back, the big spoon to my little spoon, one arm wrapped high around my shoulders and one low around my hips. The fingertips of his left hand are just above my panty line, in that small space where my tank top always seems to ride up, but it feels good and reassures me that my dream was just that—a dream.
I wiggle slightly, pleased and comfortable in his arms. When I press my hips back, I can feel him, thick and hard against my peachy bottom, barely contained in his boxer briefs.
I bite my lip to suppress my moan, knowing I’m already wet between my legs. This fire he keeps stoking in my core had cooled to embers while we slept, but it lights to an inferno instantly as I feel him grow even larger against me.
I grind my hips back again, stroking his length between my cheeks, mimicking the lap dances I’ve seen the girls at the club give. It’s amazing, electric to my very core, and my panties feel soaked as I part my thighs a little, still making little movements against him with my butt. But Shane stays still, sleeping through my attempt at seduction. Frack, I’m so turned on, already on the edge.
Maybe I could . . . no, not with Shane right behind me. He begins snoring softly, his breath warm against my hair. He’s passed out, deep in sleep and would never know. I’ll just have to be super quiet so he doesn’t wake up. I know it’s a risk, but maybe a quick release will help me deal with him today?
Decision made, I slowly let my fingers trace up my thigh to my center. My panties are soaked through, my clit already pulsing in need.
I rub slowly, circling clockwise and then counterclockwise, teasing myself through the cotton as I chase my own touch.
Slipping my hand inside my panties, I cup myself, sliding a thin finger inside to spread my juices up to my clit. I find a rhythm, trying to stay still, but my hips are circling against Shane, the feel of him against my ass giving me that extra spark, taking me higher.
I bite my lip, stifling my moans, already so close to coming.
Suddenly, Shane’s hands tighten around me, his hips pressing forward to squeeze his cock between us. I have a split second of hope that he’s still asleep, reflexively pressing against me like he did when we slept on the couch.
That hope is dashed, mortified horror taking its place as he moans, obviously awake, and his hand comes up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple. I don’t know what to do, but then he growls in my ear. “Don’t you fucking stop, Angel. You started this and we’re fucking gonna finish it. Touch that pussy for me. Get yourself off and let me hear you come.”
He grabs my wrist, pressing my palm flat against my core with his. I’m still frozen, but as he moves my hand, his fingers rub with mine against my clit in strong, hard circles. He arches against my back, stroking himself along my ass, and I give in, too far gone to stop.
“Shane, oh, my God . . . so good.”
“That’s it, Angel. Show me how dirty you are, rubbing your hot little pussy while you think I’m sleeping behind you. So fucking innocent. So fucking sexy.” Shane grunts, his hips grinding against me in time with his finger, guiding me to his rhythm.
I gasp, thrumming at my clit faster, bucking my hips to get closer to my own touch and then to massage along his length. “Oh, Shane, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” he gasps, his cock throbbing against my ass. “Come for me. Come for me, and I’ll give you the same. Get those fingers coated in your honey so I can lick them clean. Fuck, I need to see if you taste as sweet as you smell.”
Every muscle in my body tenses, riding the knife-edge of pleasure, and with one more brush across my clit, I cry out, feeling myself release intensely. Shane pinches my nipple hard again, pulling on it as I cry out once more. My body shudders, riding the waves of bliss as they roll through my body.
Behind me, I hear Shane grunt, his body jerking as he pulls me tight against his hips, his cum warm through the cotton separating us. I circle my hips one last time, trying to wring out the last drops of pleasure from us both, but Shane has other ideas. He rolls me to my back, half pinning me as he props himself up on an elbow, looking in my eyes. “Give me your hand.”
His fingers encircle my wrist, holding my wet fingers up for his savoring. With a smirking grin, he licks a long line up my index finger before taking it into his mouth and sucking the whole thing deeply. It makes me think of what I could do to him, and my soaked pussy quivers again. I whimper, “Shane.”
He hums in appreciation and repeats the sexy move on my other fingers, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. “You do taste like sugar and vanilla, so sweet, but there’s more, sexy undertones of a dirty girl. Isn’t that right? Maybe you’re not so innocent after all, considering you just used me to get yourself off.”
My jaw drops, indignant anger racing through me. I press my leg to the side. “You did too!”
Shane smirks down at me, and I realize he’s teasing as he gives my fingers a final lick before bending down to murmur in my ear. “Yeah, but you took advantage of a sleeping man, rubbing that tight ass of yours along my cock and touching your little pussy so soft and quiet, like you didn’t want to wake me up. But you can wake me up like that any fucking time, Meghan.”
I cringe inside, keeping my face steady. Meghan. Not Maggie. I can’t believe I just basically had sex with Shane and he doesn’t even know my real name. Is that weird? I’ve never had sex on an undercover job, and I don’t know the moral code for that. Actually, we’ve never even had a date, and that’s a new one for me too.
But Shane must see the flash of thoughts on my face because he lets go of my hand where he’s been licking and suckling along my fingertips to cup my cheek. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Angel? Talk to me.”
I bite my lip, mentally racing through potential reactions and outcomes to telling him the truth, and still not sure if this is the best course of action. But I can’t do this any longer. He’s risking his life to protect me. The least I can do is tell him my real name, especially considering the rest of the lies I’ve told.
Apparently, there’s a big web of lies and deception around us, considering the things I didn’t know about Petals. But this is within my control. If it ruins me, if it ruins what I’ve felt building with Shane for the past few months . . . I’ll have to live with the consequences. If it risks my life, that he won’t want to protect me . . . I’ll walk out the door and do my best to figure out what to do. At least then he’ll know my real name, and if he reacts poorly, then I’ll know better than to ever tell the rest of the truth.
I look down, unable to meet his eyes. “Shane, my name . . . it’s Maggie, not Meghan. I didn’t want to use my real name at a strip club. I’m sorry for not telling you before.”
I can feel the heat radiating from his body, hear his teeth grinding, but I don’t lift my eyes, flinching as he growls. “What the fuck? Maggie? You’d let me fuck you and call out a name that’s not even yours?”
I gasp, looking up at him in pain. “We didn’t . . . I mean, kinda, but not really.”
He jumps up from the bed, his eyes flashing as he paces back and forth before turning to me, legitimately angry and hurt. “Not really? Not sure of your definition, Angel, but what we did is riding a pretty fine line of fucking. Maybe you make a habit of telling guys fake names or not caring what theirs might be, but I fucking don’t.”
He runs his hands through his hair, growling in frustration. I’m mad too, and flustered by his reaction as I sit up in the bed holding the sheet to my body. I’m not y
elling, but I’m dang close as I form my reply. “I’m sorry, Shane. It’s just been my work name for so long that I answer to it too. But I wanted you to know in case . . . well, because I don’t go around having sex with guys who don’t know my name.”
Shane grabs his jeans from the chair, sitting down and yanking them up his legs. “Get dressed. We need to hit the road.”
Feeling the shift in the room, I’m embarrassed again by his easy dismissal of me. How does he always seem to do that?
“Yes, sir!” I say with all the sarcasm I have, which is admittedly not much. It’s childish, but I can’t help needling him for his bossiness, the sudden urge to get out of here coming out of nowhere to escape the discomfort of the argument.
He freezes, his voice cold and commanding as he looks at me with eyes that are flashing with warning. “Don’t call me that, Angel. Don’t mess with things you don’t understand.”
I know what he’s talking about. I’m innocent, not stupid, and a curiosity whips across my mind and through my body. The spanking. The promises. Now this? On the heels of my revelation is another ripple of desire.
There’s still plenty of sass in my voice, though, and fiery anger sparking between us as I press him. “Sir? You don’t want me to call you ‘Sir’? Are you sure about that? Because you seem to like it . . . a lot.”
I look down pointedly at the reawakening bulge in his boxer briefs, the dark stain of his cum making him look even bigger and sexier. He moves to stand in front of me, grabbing my hair in his hands and tilting my head up to lock eyes. “You think you want to play? Push me and see where my limits are? Trust me, girl. You’ll break long before I will.”
I can see the lust in his eyes mixed with wariness as he tests me, but I want to test him back, challenge his assessment that I’m some fragile, dainty little thing. I can take him. Heck, I want to feel him wild and rogue, see what he’s got and maybe see if I really can handle it. “Challenge accepted . . . Sir.”
I feel his fists tighten in my hair, the sharp bite keeping me present, ready for whatever he says next. “Maggie.” It’s just my name, but it hangs in the air between us for a moment, meaning so much to both of us before he continues. “Maggie. I think you need to apologize for lying to me.”
My mouth opens to argue but snaps shut at his look. This is Shane, yes, but this is a side of him he’s never shown me before, a side that I’ve only seen hints of.
“Good girl,” he says, smiling sternly. “Don’t make this worse than it needs to be. Seems like I cleaned up your fingers for you rather well, I’d say.”
I nod, head still cradled by his hands. “Yes, Sir.”
His eyes flash again at the word, and he hums. “I think you need to clean me up too.”
My eyes drop to his dick, straining against the cotton right in front of me. “Yes, Sir.”
Heck yes, I’m in for this. I’ve been dying to get a look at Shane’s dick after feeling it in his jeans and against my back.
I grip the waistband of his boxer briefs, slipping them over the head and down his legs, and his dick springs free, gorgeous and hard, with evidence of his earlier orgasm still covering him.
I lean forward, laying kisses and licks over the red head and along the velvety shaft, tasting the saltiness of his cum and moaning in delight.
I trace my fingertips along his length, wanting to drive him wild with the light touches all over, nothing aggressive enough to get him off, just enough to tease and torture him. I hear his growls above me, and I look up with what I hope is my most innocent look.
“Fuck, Maggie. Suck me already. You’re killing me.”
I pause, leaving my tongue out to lick at him like a lollipop as I look up through my lashes at him, smirking. “My apology, my way.”
He groans, his hips pressing forward involuntarily, seeking more contact. I give in, sucking more of him into my mouth, but instead of his dick, I choose his balls, letting his length brush along my cheek as I swirl my tongue over one, then the other.
Finally, I lick one long line from the seam of his balls up the entirety of his shaft, and at the top, I swallow him to my throat in one smooth motion. “Oh, fuck. Right there.”
Shane holds my head, using my hair as leverage to keep me deep-throating him. He gives tiny little pulses of thrusts, and I hum against him, already feeling him getting close to the edge. I start to gag, and he releases the pressure on my head, letting me catch my breath before he pulls out totally. He lets go of my hair to wrap a powerful hand to his shaft, squeezing himself to stay on the edge.
“Can you do it again?” he asks, looking at me with total adoration. “Fuck, I want to watch you swallow me down, cum and all.”
I nod, diving back for more, and Shane’s hands tangle in my hair again. He hits the back of my throat, pushing harder, and I hum, wanting desperately to taste him again. Shane pulls back, dragging the head of his cock over my tongue one last time before slamming deep into my mouth.
From above, I hear Shane cry out, roaring for a split second before I feel rope after rope of his warm cum shooting down my throat. I swallow, gulping deeply and not wanting to lose a drop as Shane jerks and shudders, holding me tight the whole time. As he tapers off, I lick along his length, getting every last drop before I sag, all the energy wiped from my body.
Shane pulls back, cupping my face and running his thumb along my cheekbone. The sweet oxygen is like a gift, and I look up at him, knowing my victory is written clearly on my face. But his eyes are serious, something more than I’d expected hidden in their depths. “Maggie. Apology fucking accepted.”
I smile shyly, pleased with his response. “Thank you, Sir.” And then because I’m a dork and can’t help myself, I wink at him sassily. And I’m not one of those cute gum-commercial winkers, so it probably looks like I’ve got something in my eye.
He laughs, kneeling down to cup my face and lay a soft kiss on my cheek. “Fuck, I really want to throw you on this bed and spend all night buried in you, but we really do need to go. It’s getting late and we’ve got miles to roll.”
I have a thought, wiggling to the surface from deep inside, that my name isn’t the only thing I’m hiding from him. He might’ve accepted my name with relative ease, considering it’s not too uncommon at strip clubs to use a fake one. But if he finds out the real depth of my lies, I’m scared that no number of apologies, verbal or on my knees, will make that okay to a man like Shane.
Chapter 14
Shane
It takes us a little longer to get going than I thought. Besides Meg—Maggie and me crossing a line that I never thought we’d cross, it took me a while to locate a safe location for us to crash.
It’s nearly sunset by the time I say fuck it and we hit the road, knowing that I need to get us out of the area so no one loyal to Dominick or Sal reports seeing us. I still haven’t located a safe place for the medium term, but there are plenty of no-tell motels along the highways heading west.
The hardest part is that I don’t know how Dominick will react to our running. Or if we show back up. He might understand us laying low until the smoke clears. Or we could be kidnapped and taken to him or Sal. Or worst case scenario, shot on sight. I’m sure that if Dom’s innocent of the hit, he’d let Maggie go. Well, mostly sure.
I’m just not one-hundred percent, and that’s the problem. As desperate as the situation is, or might be, I don’t want to freak Maggie out too much.
Maggie. It makes me shake my head a little as we roll along the highway, the dim light hiding my movements.
I can’t believe she lied about her name. Well, I can. I just can’t believe I couldn’t tell.
One thing I know without a doubt is that I can read people, but she somehow slipped right under my radar. In more ways than one. Without raising a single flag, she’s slipped past all of my defenses.
That both irritates and intrigues me, making me want to know more, even if only so that she couldn’t possibly hide anything else because I already know it a
ll.
Know her inside and out. My cock jerks at that thought, but I talk it down, wanting to use the road time for a better purpose. I look over at Maggie, her feet in the seat, her knees pulled up to her chest. Yesterday, I thought that position was a sign of her shock, her curling into herself, but I’m starting to realize it’s just her.
It’s as if she’s trying to be small, non-intrusive, or even overlooked. It’s as good a place as any to start with the things I want to know.
“Why do you sit like that?”
Maggie startles a little before looking at me, confusion on her face. “Like what?”
I gesture at her feet, appreciating the way it folds her up and the curve it gives her pert little ass before refocusing on the road. “All curled up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sit down with your feet on the floor.”
Maggie grins, shrugging dismissively. “I don’t know, just always have.” She pauses, her eyes flicking up and to the left as though she’s remembering something. “Even when I was a kid, my mom would tell me to ‘sit like a lady’ and try to get me to sit up straight and cross my legs. It never worked, mostly because at my house, all the chairs were so short compared to the tables. I had to sit on my knees or something just to be able to eat dinner for a long time. Later, in school, kids were sometimes cruel.”
My hands tighten on the steering wheel, even though I know what she’s talking about was years ago. “Kids can be motherfuckers.”
“Making myself invisible helped to keep their sights off me. Eventually, I guess it just became habit, along with being invisible. It lets me watch from the sidelines, learn things about people because they don’t perceive me as a threat even if they notice me.”
It’s a deeper answer than I expected, and that she shared makes me happier than it should. “Angel, nothing about you is invisible, and if you ever thought you were, you were fucking mistaken. I saw you the moment you walked into Petals and have been mesmerized by you every fucking day since.”
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