The Mount Series Boxset

by K D Grace

  He shoved his hand back into her robe and pinched her nipple hard enough to make her yelp. ‘This is Vegas, Tanya. What did you think, just because you entertained me with your slippery little cunt I’d make an exception for you after I put myself out so to pay off your gambling debts?’ He gave a nasty giggle. ‘Come to think of it, I did make an exception.’ He curled his fingers in her hair and yanked her close. ‘You’re still alive, aren’t you?’

  Tanya held very still so Victor’s grip wouldn’t hurt so bad, but really, the pain was nothing compared to the fear. ‘How do you expect me to get more than the money from my bonus?’ she managed without crying.

  He kissed her ear. ‘Well, I’d say for starters you’d better get that pretty little head of yours thinking and make sure Nicky-boy can’t keep his cock away from your hungry snatch. Once you have him between your legs, I’m sure he’ll tell you everything we need to know in order to bring Elsa Crane and her empire down. Then all we have to do is set our little plan in motion.’

  ‘I don’t know how much he will know,’ she said, trying to keep from trembling. ‘That all depends on how close he can get to Elsa.’

  He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, so hard that she felt like she couldn’t breathe. And then he bit her lip, and his eyes were hard and cold when he looked at her. ‘It’s simple, really. You’ll just have to make sure he’ll do anything for you; even get close to Elsa Crane. And once you’ve helped me bring down the woman, then I’ll consider your debt paid in full.’ He squeezed her chin hard between his thumb and forefinger. Then he kissed her again and left her sitting there on the bed, trembling.

  She listened for the door to her flat to close. And then she drank the other glass of wine to help her to calm her nerves. And when she had pulled herself together, she called Nick Chase.

  ‘Hello?’ When he answered she could hear that his voice was breathless and full of expectation.

  ‘Nick, this is Tanya calling. I wanted to call and say to you how thankful I am for all that you have done for me. Pagan said that it was good?’

  ‘Oh hi, Tanya.’ Was it disappointment she heard in his voice? This was not what she wanted to hear.

  ‘Was good? No?’

  ‘Oh yes. It was good. It went really well. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but it was OK. It was all right.’

  ‘Am I interrupting something? I know sometimes the party goes on after the act is finished, to help everyone to relax.’

  ‘Oh … no. No party. I’m just tired.’

  ‘Then … you are at home?’

  ‘Yes. At home.’

  ‘Nick, you are my hero for doing this thing. You know this, yes?’

  ‘Yes, I mean no. I mean I’m not a hero, Tanya. I’m just doing the right thing.’

  ‘You are special man, Nick Chase,’ she said. ‘I would like very much if you would come to my place and let me show you how much I appreciate.’

  There was silence that lasted long enough she was afraid their connection had been lost. ‘Nick? Are you there?’

  At last he spoke. ‘That’s very tempting, Tanya, but not tonight. I have a lot to think about, and I’m afraid I wouldn’t be good company. Plus I’m really tired.’

  ‘Of course. I understand. Is often exhausting doing the work for Mount Vegas. It will be good if you get some rest, my darling, and then we will speak later.’

  She hung up, feeling not so certain and much more desperate. If the man was willing to fulfil her contract so that she could get the bonus, then it would only be reasonable that he liked her very much, and right now, after Victor’s little revelation, she needed him to like her very much. But he acted like he didn’t care for her. She stood and paced the floor of her bedroom. She would have to do something and do it very soon. Victor was not a patient man. But what to do was not so clear.

  Nick laid his BlackBerry down on the nightstand. He sat on the edge of his bed with a towel still wrapped around his hips from the shower. He felt more disappointed than he cared to admit that it was Tanya who had called him instead of Elsa – Elsa who had been in his arms, so responsive, so ready he could almost taste her need; Elsa who had nearly climbed him and rode him right there in front of the whole Mount Vegas team. And he would have welcomed her. Elsa who had then turned just like that and left.

  Damn the woman! He just didn’t understand her. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure he liked her, and yet even as sexy as Tanya and Beetle and Deb all were, as soon as he met Elsa Crane, she was all he could think about. It made no sense. After she’d left without so much as a see you later, he had declined the offers of the rest of the team to go out for a late dinner and then back to Pike’s place to enjoy the hot tub. He was sure the offer included plenty of sex with whomever he wanted, but it was Elsa he wanted. The possibility of being with her after the act had helped him get through the evening. It wasn’t that he pretended Deb was Elsa. He couldn’t begin to imagine Elsa as a hotel maid. What he wanted from his leading role in Mrs Bromley’s fantasy was to be solely responsible for her orgasm. He wanted to make Elsa Crane come.

  He pushed up from the bed and made his way to the kitchen. For the course of the time he’d spent in front of Mrs Bromley’s scope, he felt as though he had expanded beyond himself, as though he might have truly experienced himself for the first time. In all of his wildest fantasies he could have never imagined doing what he’d done tonight. And now, after what had happened with Elsa, he felt as though someone had given him a harsh shove back into his own skin, which no longer seemed to fit quite right.

  He pulled a beer from the refrigerator along with a slice of cold pizza from yesterday. Still wrapped in his towel, he walked out onto his deck and peered into the brightness of the night sky. He was always stunned at the view of the stars, at just how many were visible in the clear desert darkness. He ate the pizza without tasting it, then slipped back into the house and back into his bedroom. He’d never be able to sleep, he was sure. So he grabbed his iPad and plopped down in the middle of his bed, taking a long pull on his beer, then he opened the first of the documents Pike had sent.

  He was just browsing a glossary of terms for kink and BDSM when his BlackBerry rang. He bit back a curse and picked up, all ready to lie to Tanya and tell her that, really, he just wanted to go to bed and get some rest.

  ‘Nick? It’s Elsa.’

  Both his pulse and his cock responded before his voice could.

  ‘… Are you all right?’

  ‘I’m fine,’ he managed around his sudden struggle to breathe. ‘You? You seemed … upset.’ He shifted on the bed, ignoring the towel as it fell loose.

  ‘It had nothing to do with you, and I apologise for being so badly behaved when your success was so deserving of celebration.’

  ‘There for a while I was actually thinking you might celebrate with me.’

  The silence on the other end of the phone made him wonder if he should have kept his mouth shut.

  Her delicious bedroom chuckle made his dick stretch tight against his belly almost as though it were reaching to get closer to the sound of her voice. ‘If I hadn’t lost my temper, I might have taken you up on it, though I’m not sure it would have been a good idea.’

  ‘Why? And don’t tell me it’s because you don’t have sex with the people who work for you.’

  This time her voice sounded almost shy. ‘That’s true enough, but you’re not exactly a regular member of the crew, are you?’

  ‘I’m doing the work of a regular member,’ he said, his hand straying down to his cock. ‘And if I’m doing the work, I want the benefits.’

  ‘You’ve got Beetle and Debs. You’ll have Kandi, when she gets back from holiday, and any of the guys if you feel like experimenting a bit. Then there’s Tanya. In fact, if she hasn’t called you to offer her services already, then I’ll be surprised.’

  ‘But it’s you I want, and I’m not stupid. There in the hotel suite, you wanted me too, didn’t you?’

  ‘I was overly tired
and stressed about … the way the night had gone.’

  ‘That’s it? You were so delirious from exhaustion and stress that I could have been just anybody off the streets, and you would have fallen into my arms and kissed my face off?’

  Her laughter was like warm fur moving over his skin and the half-hearted touching and caressing of his junk became fisted stroking. ‘I didn’t fall into your arms, Mr Chase. You … enveloped me, and I’d say it was a pretty stiff competition as to who would kiss whose face off.’

  He shifted his arse against the bed and put the BlackBerry on speakerphone so he could use his hands for more urgent tasks. ‘Oh, it was stiff all right, but then you’d know that, wouldn’t you, being … enveloped as you were.’

  ‘It was definitely stiff. In fact, I was amazed it could get that stiff that fast after the way you’d just decorated Deb’s backside and the hotel room window for Mrs Bromley.’

  His efforts were no longer mindless. His efforts were totally focused on the woman whose voice made his body tingle with the want of her, the woman who had been in his thoughts the whole time he’d been performing with Deb. His hips rocked and ground against the bed and, fuck, it was like every single conscious thought had somehow migrated to his groin. He ached with a fullness he hadn’t even felt when he was playing with Deb.

  ‘Elsa –’ he spoke her name around gasping efforts to breathe ‘– I wasn’t performing for Mrs Bromley. I’m sure she’s a lovely woman and all, but I was performing to make you come.’

  Her own breathing seemed heavier and her voice somehow more humid. ‘Nick, I –’

  Before she could say anything he didn’t want to hear, and he was pretty sure the words were right on the tip of her tongue, he interrupted. ‘You can’t tell me that you don’t fantasise about other things, other people, sometimes when you’re performing – other people you’d rather be with, other people you’d rather be making love to.’

  And suddenly she was all business-like. ‘Of course that happens, Nick. I mean, as you’ve seen, all the people on the team are very skilled in the sexual arts, and everyone has a very high libido. They have to in order to do what they do. Still, what happens in someone’s head sometimes is a lot more arousing than what’s happening to someone’s body. But –’

  ‘And did it work?’ Jesus, she had to know what he was doing, he wasn’t even trying to be subtle about the pull and tug, the rock and shift and the battle to breathe around his arousal.

  Her laugh was husky, way too breathless for the business-like tone she had just pretended.

  ‘Did it work? Did I make you come?’

  ‘Nick, I –’

  ‘Elsa, tell me, because just talking to you, just hearing your voice on the other end of the phone, just thinking about the way you feel, the way you taste, makes me hard and full and uncomfortable, and I can’t help thinking that just maybe –’

  ‘Yes.’ Her answer came out long and heavy on the “s”, like steak sizzling on the grill, like the heat and humidity of her outrageously tasty mouth was enough to set her BlackBerry on fire, right where she held it close to her face, close to the feather-softness of her cheek. ‘Yes, Nick. You made me come. You made me come last night and you made me come tonight.’

  Before Nick could let that delicious fact sink in and mix with his already raging lust, the damned doorbell rang.

  Unfortunately, Elsa heard it too. ‘Aren’t you going to answer that?’

  ‘Whoever it is can fuck off,’ he growled. ‘Now where were we?’

  ‘Seriously, Nick, you should probably answer. It might be something important. I mean, you do own a business, and things happen.’

  ‘And when things happen, normal people call,’ he said.

  ‘Just check, OK?’

  Silently calling down curses on whoever had dared to disturb the most intimate time he’d had with Elsa so far, he slid into the pair of sweat bottoms, which were nicely tented with his hard cock. Then he pressed himself against the wall to peek out of the bedroom window. From that angle, he could just see down to the porch where the motion detecting lights bathed the untimely visitor in golden hues.

  ‘It’s Tanya,’ he said, trying not to grind his teeth.

  He wasn’t sure if he detected a chuckle or a curse in a little burst of air over the speakerphone. ‘I don’t know how she found me, but I’ll send her away,’ he said.

  ‘No, don’t do that. She’s no doubt come to thank you, and a bird in the hand, you know …’ Elsa’s voice sounded way more neutral than he’d have liked. Damn it, he wanted to finish what they’d started. Phone sex with Elsa Crane had to be way hotter than physical sex with anyone else on the planet. ‘Besides,’ she added, ‘I’ve been on the receiving end of Tanya’s gratitude and it’s an enjoyable place to be. You should take advantage. You’ve earned it, and she owes it.’

  ‘Elsa, I don’t want –’

  ‘Goodnight, Nick. Enjoy Tanya.’

  And with that, she hung up.

  He was hard and uncomfortable and none too happy at the way things had ended with Elsa. He had every intention of sending Tanya away. But the minute he opened the door, she launched herself at him, pinning him to the wall in a lip-lock and a full-frontal rub-up that, even if his brain could have ignored it, his cock certainly could not. She wore a burgundy spandex miniskirt and a black corset that barely covered the stippling of her areolas, offering up her tits like ripe, round peaches ready for the plucking.

  Before he could say anything, she squatted in front of him, perched on impossibly high heels. He flinched at her long, painted fingernails raking over his hips and sliding his sweats down to release his cock, which shot, as though it were spring-loaded, right into her waiting mouth. As the tight depth of her throat sheathed the length of him, the sound that escaped his lips was nothing intelligible. Her hands cupped his buttocks in kneading, separating motions that exposed his butthole to the air conditioning and stretched it with each grope just enough to remind him that it was there, that it was exposed, and that it was sensitive. She tugged and pulled at his cock in the humid velvet of her mouth until he surrendered all thoughts of banishing her and curled his fingers into her hair, pulling her still closer, thrusting hard into her tight, wet grip.

  He felt mean-spirited enough by his disappointing disconnect with Elsa that he would have happily come in Tanya’s mouth and sent her home. But the woman had worked for Mount Vegas. She wouldn’t make it that simple. Just when he was ready to give himself over to the pleasure, she pulled away and began to unhook the front of the corset. ‘I know you are tired, Nick, but I had to come over and thank you for all that you are doing.’ She freed her ripe, heavy breasts into her hands and thumbed her nipples to urgent pink points, giving him almost enough time to gather his thoughts and tell her to go away. Almost. Then she scooped herself into her hands and leant forward, first running her wet tongue over the head of his cock, then angling her body so that, almost by instinct, he knew what had to be done. He bent forward, took both her breasts in his hands, kneaded and sculpted and scooped until the dark tunnel of cleavage became the perfect place in which to bury his aching dick.

  Tanya ran her tongue over her full top lip and whimpered a sigh just before she bent her head close to her chest and licked the tip of him with each thrust, making little sounds like a kitten lapping cream. Once again, she brought him to the point at which he was ready to let her take what of his jizz into her mouth she could manage while he unloaded the rest across her tits and chest. Then she pulled away.

  ‘Nick, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me any way you would like, only please fuck me. I am all yours to have. I am your fuck toy for the night. I only want to please you.’ She looked up at him from beneath well-mascaraed lashes. ‘I have condom.’

  Once again he was all ready to tell her to leave; he just needed to catch his breath a little bit. But she didn’t give him time for that. Instead, she inched up her skirt until he could see the swollen pink pearl of her clit peeking from beneath its
heavy hood and the slickened sheen of her splayed pussy. She offered a little sigh that caught in the back of her throat, and she began to tweak her tight nib between her thumb and forefinger, each tug and pinch making her slit even wetter and shinier with her readiness. Then she bit her lip and gave him a little-girl pout. Even then he might have been able to resist, but she leant back and shifted her hips until he could see the grip and surge, grip and surge of her anus, dewy from the abundance of her girlie juices, as though it too were begging for his cock. Her tongue flicked over lips red and swollen, her fingers danced over her clit. The spread of her legs offered exquisite views of pussy and arsehole, all begging for Nick’s attention, all begging for Nick’s cock in hypnotic undulations and quivers of exquisite feminine muscles drenched and dilated, ready to accommodate.

  When he only stood there staring down at her, Tanya pulled a condom from a tight pocket in the scrunched-up skirt and rolled it onto his cock. Then she rose, lifted her arms around his neck, and shifted forward. The rest was instinct. The rest he managed from some state of sexual hypnosis ruled by his penis and his heavy balls. He cupped her bottom in his hands and lifted her, with her half climbing his body until she squirmed and wriggled her way deep and tight onto his cock.

  ‘I want to make you come, Nick Chase. I want to make your big cock feel so good.’

  She accentuated her words with a hard grip of her pussy lips, and Nick began to hump, carrying her to the kitchen table, where he settled her, ploughing into her hard as she wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust up to meet him. And even then she wouldn’t let him just mindlessly fill her. Once again, she pulled and wriggled off him.’

  ‘What the …?’ was all he could manage before she turned onto her hands and knees, her arse practically in his face.

  ‘You want this, don’t you, Nick?’ She ploughed her cupped fingers between her sopping pussy lips and spread the accumulated juices over her anus just before she thrust three wet fingers into her tight back hole with a grunt and a nibble of her bottom lip. ‘All men want this but many are afraid to ask. You don’t have to ask, Nick. I will always give you what you want, what you need.’