Cold-Hearted

by Christy Rose

  I breathed a sigh of relief. “That's good to hear.”

  The memory of Wyatt came flooding back to me. I'd been so caught up with Sonya that I forgot all about it. My throat closed up and I choked on tears. “Wyatt was a good man,” I told John.

  I could hear John on the other end trying to hold it together. “He was family and he'll be missed.” After a moment of silence. “Is the girl all right?”

  “She's a little shaken up but fine. How are we going to strike back at the Russians?”

  “Not over the phone, Chase, we'll talk later today at the VA.”

  He was right. I shouldn't be talking about business on the phone. You never know who's listening. “See you soon.”

  Now I needed to figure out what to do with Sonya. Could we really be happy together? I hoped so.

  I went back into the hotel room and the bed was empty, the sheets strewn about. The shower was running and steam escaped through the open bathroom door. I stepped softly along the carpet, taking off my jeans as I sneaked into the bathroom. The dense fog barely gave any visibility. I could see the outline of Sonya behind the glass shower door—her figure was a sight to behold. Every curve of her body begged to be touched—worshiped.

  I opened the shower door and crept inside. Sonya didn't notice me as she washed her hair. I wiped the suds out of her eyes and she smiled at me.

  “I was hoping you'd come in.”

  “How could I resist?”

  I wrapped my arm around her back and pulled her to me. Our lips collided with a bang. Sonya moaned as my tongue entered her mouth.

  The way she cried out turned me on so much. My erection pressed against her belly, pulsing with heat. The warm water soothed my skin.

  “Last night couldn't have been more perfect,” she whispered.

  “I want you so badly,” I replied. I tugged on her hair, tilting her head back so I could kiss her throat.

  Sonya put my hands on my chest and pushed me away.

  Did she not want me?

  “I want to make you feel good,” she said with a devilish grin. Sonya got down on her knees in front of me.

  Fuck yes...

  Sonya grasped my shaft with both hands. She kissed my tip, lightly flicking her tongue against it. She looked into my eyes and opened wide before shoving my length into her mouth. I groaned as she wrapped her lips around my manliness. My breathing quickened and Sonya pushed me in and out.

  I brushed her soaking wet hair out of her face and held it into a ponytail behind her head. She gripped my hardness with one hand and stroked as she went down on me.

  I thought she had never been with a man before. Where did she learn to do this?

  Sonya sucked on me hard and then pulled my erection out. It was my turn to pleasure her. I tried to lift Sonya by the arms but she wasn't done yet. Not even close.

  She ran her tongue all the way down from the tip to the base. A shiver ran down my spine as she put me back in her mouth. “Please Sonya, I'm so close. You need to stop.”

  She ignored anything I said and kept going. The pleasure felt so good, I didn't want to argue anymore.

  “Oh Sonya!” I yelled as I unloaded inside her mouth. Sonya's head bobbed up and down on me, swallowing all my semen.

  Holy fuck! I can't believe this.

  Sonya pulled me out and wiped my seed that was dribbling from the corner of her lips. My knees could barely hold me up. I fell down next to Sonya on the shower floor. The water cascaded off both of us as I held her against my chest.

  “Did you like that?” she asked innocently.

  “I thought you told me you'd never done that with a guy before?”

  “Never have.” Sonya smiled.

  “You're too damn good.”

  Sonya beamed with pride. “You taste so good.”

  “Does this mean we're going out?” I asked.

  Sonya lifted her head from my chest. “That's no way to ask a girl out.”

  The thought of having a girlfriend was repulsive. In all my years I had never even been close. But somehow with Sonya, it was all different. “Will you be my girlfriend?” I said through a clenched jaw.

  “You really mean it? We've only been together for a short while. I don't want you to have any regrets.”

  I nodded. “You're all I ever wanted, Sonya.”

  “I'll be your girlfriend, Chase,” she replied with tears in her eyes.

  I took her in my arms and pressed my lips against hers. “You're all mine now,” I whispered in her ear.

  “And you're mine,” she replied.

  I desperately wanted to say I love you but I knew it was too soon. There was no way she could be feeling the same way.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sonya

  I fell apart around him, my orgasm firing on all cylinders as Chase took me from behind. He grasped my hips and forced his way deeper and deeper inside me. I could barely hold myself up on the bathroom counter—my breasts bouncing back and forth as he crashed against me with every thrust.

  How could he have so much energy? He just came in my mouth only moments ago.

  “I'm going to come, Sonya,” Chase moaned. His fingernails dug into my sides as he found his release. He called out my name once more before finishing and collapsing on my back. My arms couldn't hold the weight and I fell onto the cold counter.

  I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I would never leave his side. But I was too exhausted. That orgasm had taken everything out of me.

  We got dressed, watching each other closely. I wanted to trace every muscle of his body so I could commit it to memory. I wanted to undress him again and relive last night and this morning all over again.

  “Time to go now, Sonya.”

  “Yes, sir,” I replied, doing a fake salute.

  Chase grinned and collected our things. The sun burned brightly as we exited the motel; Chase's car was right where we left it. I remembered my first ride with the top down and the vibrations beneath my thighs—how it turned me on so much. But nothing turned me on more than Chase touching my naked flesh.

  I sat in the passenger seat and placed my hand on Chase's thigh as he turned the key in the ignition. We weren't strangers anymore. Chase was my boyfriend now.

  I wanted to say it out loud just to make this was all real.

  My heart jumped with glee. I was no longer a freak—no longer a virgin.

  We drove off and I enjoyed the nice breeze and the feel of Chase's hand in mine. I wanted to ride around town all day with him. Chase stopped outside of my apartment.

  “So this is where you live?” he asked.

  “Yep, home sweet home.”

  “Any roommates?”

  “I did but she moved out at the end of last semester.”

  “Why don't you invite me inside?” Chase grinned.

  The thought of Chase taking me on every surface of my apartment was a tantalizing image but I shook my head. “I would but I know what would happen if we were alone again. I just have to work on my anthro paper for a little bit.” The words felt so idiotic the moment they came out of my mouth. I wanted him so badly.

  “You sure you're not going to run away?”

  “I can't, my car is still at the VA.”

  Chase smiled. “How about I pick you up in a few hours?”

  “That would be perfect.”

  Chase leaned outside the car window and planted a kiss on me cheek. He put his sunglasses back on started his Mustang. The thunderous roar of the engine vibrated in my chest. I waved and exhaled as he drove away.

  I went into my apartment and everything looked foreign. I had only been away for a day but it felt like an eternity. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge for something to eat—completely empty. I fixed myself a cup of tea instead and opened up my laptop to a blank Word document. I wanted to get down as much information as I could before I forgot. My notes from yesterday were pretty much useless.

  Flashes of last night distracted me from my work. How could I get any wor
k done when Chase was the only thing on my mind? I thought long and hard until the perfect title came to me:

  A Pound of Flesh

  Chapter Twelve

  Chase

  I rode back to the VA, thinking about my love for Sonya. My entire existence was built around my brothers. It was who I was. But my feelings were changing. I no longer desired to be the bad boy. If I could go somewhere safe with Sonya and live the rest of my life in peace—no more bloodshed—then isn't that what I should do?

  I found John, Hudson, and Bryce sitting around the meeting room table. Their faces were long but their eyes lit up when they spotted me. Bryce shook my hand as Hudson gave me a one-armed hug; a white shoulder-sling kept his arm close to his chest.

  John stood up and gripped my biceps. “I'm glad you're okay, Chase.”

  “Me too,” I replied.

  We sat down at our seats. Our club had become so small. I ached inside for the loss of Wyatt. He was my brother. It reminded me of all the brothers I lost over in Afghanistan. I'd never forget them for as long as I lived.

  Brotherhood. That's what this men meant to me. I couldn't leave my brothers when they needed me most. I had to get revenge for Wyatt. I had to make sure the VA was whole before I got out.

  John sighed. “We all want the Russians to pay but we need to think this through. We're hanging on by a string here. If we went against the Russians now, we'd all end up in body bags. As of right now, all the Russians involved in that deal are dead. Give me a chance to talk with some of the higher-ups in their organization. For all we know, Boris was doing this alone. Once I get more information, we can make an informed decision.”

  The one thing I wanted in the world—revenge—was finally within my grasp. But I didn't feel complete. Not without Sonya by my side.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sonya

  My paper was nowhere close to being started. My mind was completely distracted. Two pregnancy sticks sat behind me on the bathroom counter. There was no denying it—Chase and I were having a baby.

  But I hadn't seen him in days. I tried to get a hold of him at VA but John told me he was really busy. What if I was just another one of his conquests?

  My luck that I would get pregnant the first time I had sex. I was on birth control but I must've missed a day by accident. There was just so much that happened to me over the past couple weeks.

  How could I tell him? Should I even bother? I barely knew the man. He might run for the hills the second he sniffed trouble.

  But he was the right one for me. I knew it deep down in the pit of my stomach.

  I needed to focus on my paper. All I had was a title that seemed very scary. Was that what I wanted to convey? What did I want to tell the world about Chase and the veterans? The crime? The violence?

  Those were all things everyone knew already.

  The family aspect was the key.

  The words flowed through my fingers and into the computer. I wrote and wrote until my wrists began to cramp up.

  Outside the booming engine of a Ford Mustang approached. I saved the document and slammed the laptop shut. My paper would have to wait...

  Chase was here.

  I checked my makeup in the mirror and brushed my hair quickly.

  The doorbell rang and I tried to still my pounding heart. I opened the door, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Chase's eyes went wide.

  “I'm pregnant,” I blurted out, my hands shaking. Bad timing, Sonya. My man stood in the hallway with a faceless expression.

  Chase finally smiled and stopped me before I could say anything else.. “You better invite me in before I take you right here in the hallway.”

  I grabbed Chase's arm and pulled him inside. His mouth latched onto mine while his hands wandered underneath my robe and felt my pregnant belly.

  “I love you, Sonya,” he whispered to me.

  “I love you too, Chase.”

  This rough and hard man was all mine.

  And I was his to do with as he desired.

  We would be a family soon enough.

  The End

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  Copyright 2016 Christy Rose

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  I just don't give a f*ck

  Ash

  I go through women more often than you change your underwear.

  The moment I saw Nicole, I knew she'd be mine—and I'd done with her like all the others. Her long legs and curves would make any man bow before her. But I'm not any man.

  I leave a trail of destruction behind me and nobody will get me to settle down.

  Chapter One

  Nicole

  Shit! I arrived at the Nautilus Club fifteen minutes late again. My boss was going to kill me. The seedy building stood in an abandoned complex right next to the jammed-packed freeway. A gigantic neon sign repeated girls three times and a long pink awning jutted out from the front door.

  I stumbled out of my car, carrying my purse and bag of school books. In between dances, I could get a little homework done if nobody bothered me. Jerome stood at the front door looking menacingly as always. He was an over-sized black man with the softest heart and a hug that could crush every bone in your body. He grinned and let me right in.

  The club lights were dimmed and Cherry danced on stage to Britney Spears' “Womanizer.” A bar sat along the far right wall and Johnny was there tending to the drunks. A shot of whiskey sounded good right about now. I took a hard right through velvet curtains that stated: Employees Only.

  Joe, the owner, came barreling towards me. His hair had receded to the very back of his head and he wore the cheapest suit available. He wasn't as soft as Jerome but he took care of his girls. “Nicole! You gotta be fucking kidding me. How could you be late again after we just had that talk?”

  Damn! I thought he might not have noticed this time.

  “I'm so sorry, Joe, but I got caught in traffic.”

  Joe checked his watch. “There's no fucking traffic at nine o'clock.”

  “There was an accident. I promise it won't happen again.” I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. Joe was a sucker for a pretty girl.

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “Cherry offered to switch with you. You're on in twenty minutes.”

  I really owed Cherry a big one. This was the fifth time she had covered for me. Maybe I could buy her some makeup as a thank you.

  Joe continued, “I also need you to cover Jasmine's shift on Saturday night.”

  Double Shit! This Saturday I promised my mom I'd come visit her. But I couldn't negotiate with Joe without him firing me on the spot. I was already playing with fire.

  “You got it, Joe. Whatever you need.”

  Joe clasped his hands and bowed before me. He really wasn't all that bad. I just needed to be on time more often.

  I walked into the makeup room and sat at my station. Exposed light bulbs surrounded the mirror and pictures of my family were taped to the edges. I wanted my area to feel a little more homey—a little more personal. I went to the open rack behind me that held the few outfits I owned. The dancers at Nautilus were required to pay for their own costumes which meant I couldn't afford too many.

  I pulled out a blue bikini that was bedazzled with a hundred sequins. It looked really cheap but you couldn't tell in the dark club. I quickly changed and stuffed my big breasts into the bikini top. I sat down at my station and opened the drawer full of makeup. I brushed my brown hair and darkened my eyes with black liner and eyeshadow. I added the biggest fake lashes and overdid the lipstick.

  Helena strutted into the room wearing a long dress and platform shoes. She was very thin and tall with small perky breasts. She could've been a model if she wanted to. Most of the dancers were so je
alous of her body.

  “Joe seems angrier than usual. Late again, Nicole?” Helena sat down at the station next to mine. She had been dancing at the Nautilus for over ten years which was a lifetime to some of us. When I started, Helena helped me through the basics: getting my costume, learning the routines, and dealing with customers who get a little too touchy.