Moon must realize where my thoughts have gone or either I muttered them aloud. “Not beat up or anything. She just didn’t look good. Maybe heatstroke, I’m not sure. Madison’s alone with her and I’m waiting to hear what information she gets. Knowing Madison it will be everything we need.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I bark. “I’m heading over. I’ll delay my meeting with Sanders and go straight to the horse’s mouth. Celina is talking to me or she’ll have a red ass until she does.”
I disconnect at the sound of Moon’s laughter. I’m done playing Mr. Nice Guy. It’s a thirty minute drive to Madison’s office if traffic is on my side. I’m held up on the I-10 because of an accident in front of the tunnel. I don’t handle delays well, and my fingers are gripping the steering wheel tightly by the time I’m waved through the only open lane heading west. I know I’m not exactly thinking clearly but I’m beyond caring. My threat to Moon about Celina’s ass wasn’t a joke and fuck me but I have a hardon just thinking about tanning those round cheeks of hers.
I stride into the escort office with an agenda and head straight to Madison’s door.
Jess steps in front of me. “She’s talking to Moon on the phone. You can go in when the conversation is over.”
Jess has a small wire nose ring in one nostril. If she doesn’t allow me to pass, it’s coming out the hard way. Yes, she works for Madison. Moon foots the bill, though, and I run everything related to security for Moon. That includes Jess.
Before I can put her in her place, the door opens. “Just the man I needed to see. Stop giving Jess the killer-bee-eye and get in here.”
I’m too stoked to do more than sneer at Jess as I walk by. Killer bee my ass. Jess was about to get a lesson in Why You Don’t Wear Nose Jewelry 101. “Where is she?” I say as soon as I look around the office and realize Celina isn’t here.
“I’ll tell you after we talk and you understand what’s going on. I just got off the phone with Moon. He wants you back at the house after you’re up to speed.”
I’m jumpy and the toe of my designer shoe taps against the plush gray carpet. “I’m waiting.” I don’t bother to sit down. I can’t.
“You’re such an ass.” Madison lets that hang and I remain silent. She sighs in frustration and takes a seat behind her desk. When she’s comfortable and I’m ready to combust, she spills, “The problem is a little more fucked up than we suspected.” The rage inside me is boiling over by the time she’s finished.
My teeth grate so hard it’s difficult to speak. “Where’s Celina?”
“I sent her to a client. He’s a nice guy, lots of money, and will be generous.”
I take two steps forward and roar, “You did what?”
Two-dogs, who I had forgotten about, is out from beneath Madison’s desk and squaring off with me in half a second. “Two, heel,” she commands. He growls and without taking his eyes from me, walks around the desk to Madison. “Good boy,” she tells him.
I actually roll my eyes. The dog’s intervention gives me time to calm a bit. I manage to speak in a lower voice. “I’m going to get her before I go to the house. She no longer works for you, so take her off the call list.”
Madison pushes a small piece of paper toward me. I lean in, receive another low growl from the damn dog, and pick up the paper.
Pike’s Motel
Room 17
I look up at Madison with renewed anger. “The place is in a fucking piss poor section of town. What were you thinking by sending her on a call there?”
“You know, all you had to do was say you were interested. You told me to hook her up on good assignments, so that’s what I did. I can’t help if the client’s fantasy involves low-end motels. He tips well.”
I would love to wipe the smug expression off her face. Then I’d need to kill the damn dog, and Moon would kill me for a laying a finger on his conniving wife. I don’t give her the satisfaction of a response. The client will be lucky if I don’t shoot off his fucking dick. At the car, I shuck my suit jacket and throw it in the backseat. The drive from high-rise money to shit-bag central is ten minutes. Van Buren Street is known for its low-class hookers and the best place to score an eight-ball. Burning anger fills me during the short drive.
I pull into the parking lot. The place is a dump with whitewashed, cracked stucco and paint peeling off the faded blue trim and doors. The seven on door seventeen is off kilter, and the door doesn’t look sturdy enough to keep me from kicking it down. I pound on it first.
“Celina, it’s Alex. Open up.”
A man getting in his car across the parking lot gives me the eye. He’s lucky he decides to mind his own business and continue with his original plan. I really need to hurt someone.
I take a step back and I’m almost at the point of lifting my foot to kick down the door, when it opens. Celina’s hair is tousled and I immediately see red. I gently move her out of my way and enter the room. The man isn’t here. I stride to the bathroom door and don’t bother with the knob, just kick the door in.
“What are you doing?” Celina yells. I ignore her until I check behind the dirty shower curtain.
“Where the fuck is he?” My eyes go to the double bed and I notice one side of the comforter pushed back. I also notice a suitcase and the suit Celina wore yesterday hanging on a long pole that doubles as the closet area. Next to the bathroom door there’s a box of crackers with a jar of peanut butter on the small bathroom vanity.
“Alex!” Celina’s pissed off voice snaps me around so I’m facing her.
“What are you doing here?” I ask in a controlled voice.
“None of your business. What the hell are you doing at my motel room?”
The conversation with Madison starts clicking through my head. “I thought you were meeting a client here.”
She looks stunned. She also looks like I woke her from a nap, which most likely I did. Her tousled bed head is fucking sexy and now that my wrath is fading, I need to rearrange my cock.
She glares. “Look, I don’t… know you.” Her gaze sweeps over me. “Other than in a carnal sense, I guess.” Her cheeks pink a shade that almost matches her nipples that I saw the day before and more blood rushes to my groin. She doesn’t seem to notice and keeps talking. “I don’t know why you’re here, but I do know you shouldn’t be.”
I need to control myself long enough to explain and then I’m fucking her until she can’t walk. “Madison set me up.” It’s the truth, and I’m going to strangle Moon’s wife as soon as I have a chance. Okay, maybe not strangle, but she’s most definitely on my shit list.
Celina walks over and slams the door leading outside. I guess she’s not as afraid of me as she looked when I charged into the room. She turns around and places her hands on her hips, her eyes flashing and it takes everything I have not to throw her on the bed. She eyes the gun in my shoulder harness that’s on full display without my suit jacket. It doesn’t stop her from challenging me. “And why would Mak do something so stupid?”
I shrug. It was damn stupid, that I can’t argue. “She told me she sent you here to meet a client.”
Her shocked expression returns. “She knows I’m living here. There’s no way I would bring any client near this place. You… shouldn’t be here.” Her eyes leave me and her gaze travels around the room. I sense embarrassment. She has no idea that I’ve lived in much worse conditions. When Moon and I tracked down the cartel that killed his parents, we spent a good deal of time in roach-infested shacks made from scrap wood with no toilet or running water. This room is paradise compared to the poor areas in Mexico.
Her heaving breasts draw my attention. I know how soft they are. I know how pink her nipples are. I can’t help myself as I check out the rest of her body. She’s barefoot, pissed off, and fucking beautiful. “Fuck,” I say as I step forward. I’m at the end of my patience. I wrap my arms around her.
No resistance.
Her body melts into mine. My lips come down and I assault hers. She opens her mouth w
ith a soft moan and my tongue dives in. What the fuck is it about her? I’ve been hard, frustrated, and strangely unsettled since she left the hotel room yesterday. Then I slept like a baby with thoughts of her replacing my usual night terrors.
She moans into my mouth again and all I can think of is burying my cock inside her tight pussy. I inch us toward the bed without releasing her lips. We’re still in a lip-lock breathing each other’s air when I bend slightly and whip the comforter aside. I turn us so the backs of her knees hit the bed. I tear my lips away and with a little push, she falls onto the bed. Her eyes are so large and expressive—sizzling desire is what I see. I lean over, unfasten her shorts and hook her panties in my fingers to slide both down her long tan legs. Fuck, I need her pussy.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask huskily in a voice that I swear isn’t mine. I should be growling and howling with the animal need I’m experiencing.
Her throaty reply leaves no doubt that she wants this as much as I do. “In my purse on the dresser,” she says quietly.
I stalk over and grab the purse, tossing it next to her on the bed. I unbuckle my shoulder harness and lay it on the chair by the window before unbuttoning my shirt. She digs in her bag until her hand comes out with a foil wrapped condom clasped in her fingers. She begins to open it and I stop her. “Not yet. Scoot back,” I order.
Her eyes grow larger if that’s possible. She uses her elbows to shimmy back on the bed. She’s facing me and lying sideways across the mattress. She moves back as far as she can go, which still leaves the bottom half of her legs hanging over the side. I go to my knees and spread her thighs apart. Her shirt is still on, but I forget the need to see her naked breasts as the unique smell of her reaches my flared nostrils as I inhale. My hands go behind her knees and I jerk her forward so her pussy is inches from my mouth.
God, the burn in her gaze is almost my undoing. Using my tongue, I glide across her slit and taste her. She’s pure honeyed sweetness. The wet, enticing flavor of her sends blood rushing into my cock. I lean in and tongue the entrance to her pussy. Her legs clench against my shoulders and a small cry escapes her. She’s watching me with desire-filled blue eyes that demand I fuck her. What hits me in the gut is the trust I see there too. Her world is shit right now. She really has no clue who or even what I am. But… she trusts me.
Another small noise escapes her throat and I stop thinking about everything but her taste and scent. She’s going to come on my mouth the first time. I want to taste the essence of her orgasm. I could fucking bathe in it. The second time, she’ll come on my cock. I suck her clit and slide two fingers into her tight pussy. Her pelvis lifts from the bed and my low chuckle fills the room. Her pussy is so damn hot and silky wet. My chin scratches across the sensitive area and she moans.
She’s so responsive, so beautiful, and so fucking edible. That’s what I do. What I should have done yesterday. I knew I shouldn’t have let the opportunity pass. I’ll never make that mistake again.
Only one fucking day and my world is turned upside-down. I have no idea what it is about this woman that makes me so crazy, but I plan to find out. Her life is about to change in a big way, she just doesn’t know it quite yet. I’ll ride this train as long as it lasts. Until she’s out of my system.
With my other hand, I run one finger over the puckered entrance of her ass. She shies away, but I don’t back off. Everything about her sets off a primal need inside me to fill her pussy, mouth, and ass with my cock. She’ll discover that sex with me is nasty, and I’ll make sure she likes every fucking second of what I do to her. I slide my fingers from her pussy and use them to juice up her tight hole. She’s panting and bucks her hips so her pussy mashes into my face. I flick my tongue over her clit and slide one slippery finger into her ass while gently biting her engorged clit. Her legs shake and she cries my name as she reaches orgasm. It took all of three minutes to get her off. I’ll go slower another time. Right now it’s all about driving my cock into her sweet pussy. Her delectable asshole can wait.
I rise and shuck my five hundred dollar suit pants and leave them pooled on the grungy carpet. I lean over and plant one hand on the bed beside her head and nab the condom with my other. Using my teeth, I rip it open. Her eyes open and we’re almost nose to nose as I slide the condom over my throbbing cock. I lower my hips and line up with her waiting heat. I go to the elbow of one arm and I slide my other hand beneath her head so I can grasp her hair.
Time stops as I thrust my cock to the hilt. I can’t help closing my eyes at the feeling of being encased in the silky heat of her pussy. I open my eyes and meet hers. I could drown in the blue ocean of her gaze. I force her head to the side so I can run my nose across her neck to her ear and back down to the base of her throat. I slide almost completely out of her before ramming back in. She grunts and I smile against her collarbone before biting the skin there. Not hard but enough so it will leave a mark. The material of her shirt is in my way or I’d be marking her breasts too.
Her hands go to my hips and her nails dig in. I don’t mind; I like taking fucking marks as much as I like giving them. Pain does it for me. I protect most women from that side of me, but I want no misconceptions here. Celina is mine until I release her. It could be days, weeks, or months. We’ll figure out whatever the fuck this is together and I won’t hold back.
She wraps her legs around my hips and I drive into the sorceress beneath me. I keep her head pulled to the side so I can suck and bite. Her moans rise again and she repeats my name. I groan loudly when my balls tighten, and my dick aches to explode inside of her.
I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom. For some reason the latex covering my cock pisses me off. I want no barrier between us. I want my scent covering her. It practically kills me to pull out. I crouch over her and slide the damn condom off so I can unload across her stomach.
She’s mine and I want her to know it. My cum runs over her belly as I slide across her so the cum and scent covers us both. I have just marked my fucking territory.
Chapter Eleven
Celina
I HAVE NO IDEA what just happened. I don’t even know this man. He paid for sex with me yesterday. That’s it and things should have ended there. He has a connection to Madison or at least more of one than I realized. She sent him here for some stupid reason that makes no sense to me. The man who barreled through the door was completely savage. Nothing like the Alex I met in the hotel room yesterday.
He’s situated us so I’m lying on top of him and his semen practically has us sticking together. No man has ever touched me on such an animalistic level. Hell, the only other two men in my life were boys compared to him.
Alex threads his fingers through my hair and kisses my temple. God, what he does to me. What he did to me! I’ve never done anal and when he put his finger there… oh, fuck. I’ll never be able to meet his eyes again. Well, unless he’s fucking me. I love the way he looks when he fucks me. Intense and possessive. The pain and sadness leave his gaze then.
“Who are you?” I manage to whisper.
He sighs and his heartbeat accelerates beneath my ear. Even so, the thrum is calming.
“Do you know who Moon is?”
“Madison’s husband?” That was stupid. Like there would be another man named Moon in Arizona.
“Yes. Did Madison tell you who he is?” He continues playing with my hair, but I know from the beat of his heart and tone of his voice that this conversation is deadly serious.
“She said he’s not exactly an upstanding citizen.”
This comment receives a laugh. “She was telling you a mild form of the truth. Moon runs the largest crime syndicate in Arizona and New Mexico.”
I’m not sure what to say. Out of the smoke and into the fire is the thought that comes to mind. But maybe, just maybe they can save my niece. Mak was truly angry at the Crows for treating Kiley the way they did. Moon’s organization might be deadly, but I have trouble believing they’re worse than Fox and his gang. Most likely
that’s my naïveté speaking. Dreading the answer, I ask anyway. “Who are you to Moon?”
His hand stops moving through my hair and his fingers slide down until his hand circles half my throat. I should feel nervous, but I don’t. It’s a possessive gesture and it actually calms me. His eyes search mine. I’m not sure what he expects to see. “I take care of Moon’s problems. I’m the one who will handle yours.”
He says it so simply. By “take care of” he means violence. It’s something I was never around until my brother’s death and finding out about Kiley. I reach up and slide my fingers beneath his until they’re threaded together. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“Find another condom,” he breathes against my skin before he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Thank God my purse is still on the bed. And thank God he doesn’t stop.
IT’S AFTER FIVE WHEN I’m packed and ready to go. Alex is taking me to his home, which happens to be Moon and Mak’s home too. It’s confusing that he calls her Madison. He tells me if I want to keep my pretty face, I should call her Mak as she requests. Alex has a sense of humor, which is so at odds with the pain that surrounds him like a shroud. I wonder if he’s ever killed anyone. I’m so damn naïve but hope the answer is no.
He left me little choice about going home with him, and truthfully I don’t want to stay here and wait for news about Kiley. A medium-sized suitcase and a small toiletry bag is all I have in the way of luggage. My other belongings are boxed and stored in my old room at my parents’ house.
I leave my small stash of food behind and almost forget about the money. I make Alex wait and he watches as I dig the metal nail file from my toiletry bag. I use it to pry open the air conditioning panel and remove the money he gave me. I hand it to him and he takes it without argument. Everything I have belongs to this man if he can get Kiley for me.
“My men will pick up your car. You’re driving with me.” He sends a text to someone and I’m guessing my car is taken care of. When we get outside, he locks my keys inside my car and tells me not to worry because his men can get in. His vehicle is a black SUV with tinted windows. He pressed a button on his key fob while I finished packing. When we get into the black SUV, the interior is cool. I almost laugh. My poor white car takes forever to cool down.
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