The Tower (The Tarot Series Book 1)

by Rhylee Davidson

  As her eyes grow wide with fear and shock, she stammers, “How…” But before she could finish her sentence, Tony takes his cell phone and tosses it into her lap.

  “Don’t! That’s how. Looks like we both get our share of pictures.” Picking her up out of the chair and standing her in front of him, he crushes his mouth down on hers, grabs her ass and pushes her against his cock. “This will make a nice picture don’t ya think, Kat. Let’s see if Gage gets this texted to him.” As he lifts her, she wraps her legs around his waist and they grind against one another. He pushes her shirt up and takes one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and biting it hard. “Is it my turn to put some bruises on you now? Should I throw you over my shoulder and tie you to the bed before I fuck you? Is that what you want? “

  “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” she begs.

  “No, I can be as big an asshole as the next guy, Kat. Like I said, you don’t know me. Now fucking answer me! Is that what you want?”

  Hot and needy, she whispers, “Yes.”

  Scraping his unshaven face over her lips, he kisses her ruthlessly. She moans into his mouth and her body hums with electricity. Tony breaks the kiss, lifts her and places her upright on her feet. “Well, as fun as that sounds, I think I’ll pass for now. You see, I don’t do sloppy seconds, and quite frankly Kat, I don’t have to. Do you know how many times a day I get propositioned? I used to get new pussy everyday if I wanted it, and I still can. All I wanted was you, but you want me and that piece of trash that gets off on demeaning you. You just finished fucking him and now you’re here with me waiting for what? For me to fuck you, too? Do you need me to do what he couldn’t? Finish the job? Satisfy you? Uhm, I don’t think so. I’m outta here.” Without another word, Tony grabs his phone off the ground and leaves.

  Listening to the sound of his car as it pulls away, Katrina walks into the house where she crumbles to floor, weeping.

  Midnight

  It’s Saturday night and the Gator Club is packed. The band just hit the stage for their third and final set. Sitting at the downstairs bar, slamming his sixth shot of the night, is Tony. Hmm, or is this my eighth shot of the night...or is it lucky number ten? Must have lost count. No matter, right now I’m feeling no pain. A moment later, Tony feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he sees an exotic-looking brunette with crystal clear blue eyes, and all her attention is aimed at him. In a slightly accented voice, she leans over and asks, “Is this seat taken?” Or am I so drunk I only think it’s accented…hiccup…she’s hot, who cares?

  “No.” Standing up, Tony pulls out the chair for her.

  “Thank you.” Holding out her hand, she says, “I’m Gia.”

  “Tony.” He takes her hand and shakes it.

  “Hi Tony. Thanks for letting me wait with you. I’m supposed to be meeting a few friends from work, but they’re always late.”

  “Can I buy you a drink while you wait? What are you having?” Besides me that is. Aren’t I a lucky boy? Thank god for late friends

  “Yes, thank you. I’ll have another Vodka and red bull.”

  Tony orders her a drink and another shot for himself. Boy, these tiny drinks go down easy. After the drinks arrive, they spend twenty minutes making small talk. I hope I’m not slurring my words. The band exits the stage and the DJ plays Theory of a Deadman’s, Bad Girlfriend. Gia glances at Tony, giving him a smoldering look, and says, “I love this song. I get told all the time this song was written about me. Want to dance?”

  Oh I’m ready to do more than dance with you, baby. “Sure.” Taking her hand, he helps her off the bar stool and leads her to the dance floor. Knowing the lyrics of the song, he takes a good look at her smokin’ body, which she immediately begins rubbing against him as they dance. Grinning wickedly at her, his ego elbows him and starts rubbing its hands together. Oh I am so getting laid tonight.

  From high above on the second floor, Taylor keeps an eye on Tony, as she has all night. I see his mood has improved from this morning. He’s getting extremely lit. Watching him with the strumpet on the dance floor, she decides it’s time to make her move. Oh hell no bitch, if he’s going home with anyone tonight, it’s going to be me. I have plans for Mr. Moretti that do not include little miss trying to get my passport punched in every port.

  After another song finishes, Tony and Gia exit the dance floor. They make their way back to the bar and Gia turns to him, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll be right back. I need to make a trip to the ladies room.” Tony nods and takes his seat. Seeing her opportunity, Taylor makes her way down to the first floor and heads directly to Tony, who is downing another drink. Man I’m fucked up.

  Leaning into him, Taylor presses her ample chest against his back while snaking her head around and kissing his cheek. She slides her tongue up to lick the swirl of his ear, whispering, “Hi.”

  Totally wasted, Tony puts his hands up, grabs her face, and plunges his tongue into her mouth while closing his eyes. Taylor responds and sparks fly between them. Thinking it’s the hot piece of ass he was just on the dance floor with, Tony is taken by surprise as the kiss ends and he finds himself staring into the most beautiful pair of violet eyes he’s ever seen. His hands are fisted into long locks of platinum blonde hair and when he looks down at her mouth; a pair of plump, soft lips glossed with light pink are smiling up at him.

  “Hi yourself.” Moving his chair back a few inches, Tony takes a look at the beautiful woman standing in front of him and tries to make sense of what he is seeing through his alcohol clouded brain. After what takes a moment too long, he exclaims, “Taylor?”

  “Yes, it’s me. I was surprised to see you here. I thought I’d come over to say hello.”

  Grinning at her he quips, “That was a little more than hello.”

  “On your part, as well.”

  “Ahh, yeah, honestly I thought you were someone else.”

  “Well, now that you know who it is, do you want to try that again?” Taylor takes a step closer to him as Tony jumps out of the chair, and their bodies collide. Once again, sparks fly as he pulls her into his arms, their tongues meet, and they swallow each other down. Groping hands race over each other’s bodies, reveling in the curves and textures of one another. When they finally break apart, they both stare shell-shocked at each other. A little freaked out about how quickly things escalated between them, Taylor decides she better do something to try to slow things down a bit, so taking his hand, she leads him to the dance floor. “Come on! Dance with me.” Gia already forgotten, Tony follows her. As they reach the dance floor and begin dancing, the song ends and Spaceship, by Puddle of Mudd, begins playing. So much for slowing things down…

  Tony pulls Taylor close to him as they dance. She turns in his arms and starts grinding her ass against his cock. He grabs her by the hips and she feels him grow hard beneath her. Spinning her around, he pulls her hard against him and crushes his mouth down on hers. She parts her legs, straddles his, rubbing herself against him as they dance.

  Dying to feel what’s under that extremely short, micro mini skirt she has on, Tony reaches under, grabs her ass, and presses her hard against the bulge in his pants. He groans in her ear, “Christ Taylor, no panties?”

  Wickedly, she smiles up at him and shakes her head. “Touch me.”

  Turning her around once more so her back is against his chest and sandwiching her against him, he inconspicuously reaches under her skirt from behind and sliding his fingers to her front, comes in contact with her wet lips. She moans as he slowly removes his hand from underneath her skirt, licks his fingers and whispers in her ear, “If we don’t get out of here soon, I’m going to fuck you right here on this dance floor.”

  Score! “Let’s go. I just need to grab my purse from the bartender.” Taking her hand, Tony practically drags her over to the bar. Not having the patience to wait to get the bartender’s attention, Tony grabs a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and holds it out in front of him. The bartender bypasses the waiting masses and h
eads straight for Tony, who hands over the hundred. When he asks, “What can I get for you?” Tony motions in Taylor’s direction, “Just her bag.” Setting a new land speed record, they have her purse and anxiously head for the exit.

  “Come on, my car’s out back. A friend of mine is the manager here and lets me park in the alley where they get deliveries in by day.” Sure enough, they turn the corner and step into the dark alley behind the club. There, under the faintest of street lights, sits Tony’s restored and modified 7-Up edition, 1996 Mustang GT Convertible. God, his car is almost as beautiful as he is. Standing by the passenger side of the car, Tony runs his hands up Taylor’s bare legs and kisses her. When they separate, she is breathy and needy. Taking his keys from his pocket, he’s ready to pop the locks, “We’ll go to my place.”

  Grabbing for the keys in his hand, she says, “Okay, tell me how to get there. I’ll drive.” Pulling his hand back, he shakes his head and smiles. “No baby. Nobody but me drives my car.”

  “But Tony, you’ve had too much to drink tonight. You should not be driving right now.”

  Lifting Taylor into his arms, she wraps her legs around him as he walks to the front of the Mustang, kissing her.

  “Then I won’t.”

  Using his arms for support, he bends down and lays her upper body long ways across the hood of this car. Standing up over her, he empties his pockets on the hood. Positioning himself on top of her, he slides his tongue down her body, licks at her cleavage and glides over her exposed creamy mounds as he reaches inside the low cut shirt she has on. Using his middle and index fingers in the shape of a v, he slides her nipple between them, lifting and pulling. The nipple tightens immediately under his expert touch. Her back arches as he releases her breast from her shirt, swirls his tongue around the hardened nipple, then sucks it roughly. She moans out, “Yes.”

  Continuing down her body, he lifts the bottom of her shirt and tongues her navel. The unexpected sensation sends sparks shooting straight down to the tender flesh between her legs. Snapping her legs together in reaction, she grows immediately damp.

  “You like that don’t you?”

  “Mmm.”

  Reaching under her thighs, Tony wraps his arms around her hips and drags her down the hood of the car so her high-heeled feet are standing on the front bumper while the rest of her body is splayed flat on the hood. Looking down at her with a salacious smirk on his face, he quips, “I’ll be back” and pushing her legs apart, disappears under her tiny skirt.

  Turning her head to the side, she notices Tony’s cell phone lying on the hood of the car beside her. With her left arm, she reaches for it. Quickly opening his call log, she finds Kat’s number and dials it. It’s the last number he called. She places the phone face down on the hood of the car with the mic pointed towards them. Not caring that she’s outside laying across the hood of a car with one breast exposed and Tony between her legs eating and pleasuring her for all the world to see, she reaches down holding his head in place and loudly moans, “Oh god yes, Tony. Lick me. Suck my clit. Oooh, that feels so good.”

  Using his tongue, Tony brings Taylor to orgasm. While she’s still climaxing, he takes two fingers, slides them inside her, and uses his thumb on her clit. She screams out his name. With his fingers still inside her, he rises above her, kisses her, and whispers, “See how good you taste on my tongue?”

  “Mmm, Yes.”

  “We’re not done yet. I’m going to make you cum again. Are you ready to get fucked, Taylor?”

  “I think I might need a minute to recover first.”

  “Uhm, no recovery time. You want me to slide my hard dick into you now, don’t you?” he asks as he grabs her clit and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.

  Her breath catches in her throat, “Ohhh, yes.”

  “Good girl. I knew that’s what you meant.”

  Dropping his pants, Tony grabs a foil package off the car, tears it open, and slides the condom over his length, positioning himself between Taylor’s legs and thrusting hard into her. Penetrating her, he begins slowly moving in and out of her.

  “You are so wet from cumming. It feels really good.” Lifting her ankles, Tony slides her further down on the hood. “Put them on my shoulders.”

  Watching her violet eyes grow dark with desire, Tony plunges deeply into her, holding her ankles where they rest on his shoulders. “This feels amazing.”

  “Please Tony…touch my clit while you fuck me.” He does as she asks and takes her mouth once again. He can feel his orgasm building and can tell by Taylor’s breathing and movements that she’s getting close to exploding again.

  Pulling her up into his arms, Tony stands upright. “I know you need to cum again. Wrap your legs around my hips and ride me. Oh yeah, that’s a good girl.”

  Taylor’s body is tingling all over. Her inner muscles, still wracked with spasms from her first orgasm, react violently as she’s ready to cum again. Each movement he makes takes her higher — thrusting into her, moving her on him, grabbing her ass, running his tongue along her body, kissing her, and sending little electrical currents shooting through her body. Like bolts of lightning, the currents seem to strike the inner muscles of her thighs, causing her to tighten and squeeze his cock. She is so slick and wet, she moves faster and faster on him, panting and moaning, feeding her need.

  “Come on Taylor, give it to me. I’m going to lay you back on the hood of the car and pound into you over and over until you cum. I want to watch those beautiful violet eyes cloud with ecstasy when you let go.”

  “Yes Tony, yes. Do it.” He lays her down like he said he would, and pile drives himself into her over and over. She just moans out the word, “yes” repeatedly. Touching her clit and slamming into her he demands, “Give it to me now. Do it!” She fragments into a thousand pieces, her insides contracting. Still driving into her, Tony gives it to her as she rides the luscious waves of pleasure. Reaching down, Taylor grabs his balls and cups them in her hands, squeezing lightly. Burying himself in her, he explodes and fills her. They both cry out and Tony collapses on top of her.

  Having to recover quickly, they put themselves back together, and Tony helps her down off the car. “Can you stand?”

  “My legs feel like wet noodles, but yes, I can stand.” Taking his belongings off the hood, he puts them into his pockets, everything but the keys. “Come on I’ll drive you home. Where do you live?”

  Lacing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, she whispers, “It’s okay, I have my own way home.” Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a set of keys. “I have my car.”

  Deciding to be a gentleman, he takes her hand and offers to walk her to her car. “Okay Kat, let me walk you to your car, then,” he slurs, still extremely intoxicated.

  Infuriated, Taylor screams, “What? Who did you just call me? Did you just call me Kat?”

  Oh fuck! Did I? “Uhmm, No?”

  “Yes you did, you son of a bitch! You just finished fucking me, and you called me Kat! Did you think you were fucking her the whole time? Is that who you really wanted to be with? Was I just some substitute for her?”

  Tony’s face turns bright red and he just stands there, staring at Taylor, not sure what to say. Damn, I’m totally fucked up. How do I answer her? Hey sorry I’m totally wasted or I would have never slept with you. I was just drunk and pissed at Katrina and hell yes that’s who I wanted to be with. No dumb ass. Remember less is more. Try to keep your drunk ass from saying anything else stupid. “No, I didn’t think I was fucking Kat the whole time I was with you. Look, I’m sorry.” Reaching for her hand, he begs, “Please, accept my apology and let me walk you to your car.”

  Moving out of his reach she threatens, “Do not touch me! You didn’t think you were fucking Kat the ‘whole’ time you were with me! Then what? You only thought that I was Kat part of the time, you prick? Hmm, which part? When you had your face between my legs or when you had your cock inside me?”

  “Look, I said I was s
orry.”

  “Fuck you! You can take your apology and shove it up your ass.” Turning on her heels, she takes off, leaving Tony standing there with his mouth open.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Unable to sleep, Katrina climbs out of bed and heads to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. The words Tony said to her the last time they spoke run through her mind over and over again. What the fuck is wrong with you Katrina? What he did to you is rape. Why didn’t you get away from him when you could instead of sitting out in front of the house fucking him in the car? I guess nice guy Tony is just supposed to be okay with that huh Kat? Well I can’t do it anymore. Is it my turn to put some bruises on you now? Should I throw you over my shoulder and tie you to the bed before I fuck you? Well as fun as that sounds, I’ll pass. I don’t do sloppy seconds. Do you know how many times a day I get propositioned? I used to get new pussy everyday if I wanted it, and I still can. All I wanted was you, but you want me and that piece of trash that gets off on demeaning you. You just finished fucking him and now you’re here with me waiting for what? For me to fuck you too? Do you need me to do what he couldn’t? Finish the job, satisfy you? I don’t think so. I’m outta here. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Why won’t my mind stop racing? I wish I could just turn it off, but I can’t and if I’m honest, I deserve it.

  The sound of All or Nothing by Theory of a Deadman snaps Kat out of her self-loathing. “Tony,” she whispers. Grabbing her cell phone off the counter, she answers, “Tony…I’m so sorry about this afternoon…You were right I…Hello…” No one responds. “Hello…” Able to hear sounds in the background, she decides to wait a few moments. When she finally hears a voice, it is not Tony’s, but a woman’s calling out, “Oh god yes, Tony. Lick me. Suck my clit. Oooh, that feels so good.” Shocked and in a state of disbelief, she presses her ear closer to the receiver listening intently.

  “See how good you taste on my tongue?” Mother fucker! That’s Tony’s voice and he’s with someone. Having sex with someone else.