Enforcer's Price

by Sarah Hawthorne

  “Wait!”

  I didn’t stop. There was no point. If I stopped, there was no good ending to this situation, so I might as well just go. Fuck, I didn’t want this hallucination to end. The unconditional love, the laughter, the beautiful woman standing in front of me. I didn’t want to leave any of it.

  She brushed past me in the living room and skidded to a stop. “Yellow.”

  Why was she naming some random color? Was this some sort of game I didn’t understand?

  “You said last night that you may not know my favorite color, but you know me.” Krista took a deep breath. “My favorite color is yellow.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” I shrugged on my jacket and walked to the door.

  “Can I change my mind?”

  My hand stopped on the doorknob. She was shitting me, playing some cruel game. I’d survived a lot of fucked-up shit. Prison, drug deals, fights, murders, and betrayal by my woman. But I swore right there that if she was fucking playing with me, I’d leave Tacoma and take whatever punishment my club deemed fit. They’d probably beat me bloody, but it was better than dealing with another lying woman.

  I searched her eyes looking for that spark. That tiny little bit of knowing and desperation that meant she was trying to play me.

  It wasn’t there. Her eyes held just tears and need. I knew that same feeling.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Krista

  I threw my arms around Colt’s neck and kissed him. There was no preamble. He wanted me, I wanted him. But he tore me away.

  “Tell me you want a relationship, or this stops. I’ve already explained what I want,” he said, just like last time. “I can’t keep doing this starting and stopping.”

  I nodded. I was ready. This was what I wanted.

  “I haven’t felt anything like this for a long time.” I swallowed, trying to think of what to say next. “I want to try.”

  Tonight’s kiss had been more personal than any touch from any other man. The way he’d started slow, testing things out, he showed that he wanted more than just sex. He had been telling me that he cared for me. It was like he was touching my soul. I wanted to feel it again.

  I looped my arms around his neck and he kissed me. Our tongues fought for dominance inside my mouth. As we moved, his beard scraped against my chin. This was what I wanted. Here he was unguarded, raw.

  I was finally free to explore the body I had been admiring for the last few days. He groaned as I stroked his neck and moved my hands over his leather-clad shoulders. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I felt his chest, hard and warm. I wanted to curl up against him after we were done.

  I wanted. Holy shit. I wasn’t focusing on him or his needs and wants like I did with my customers. I was just enjoying being in the moment and being with him.

  His hand slid from my waist to my breast. I gasped. I was still wearing my bra, but his fingers found my nipple through the satin and he squeezed. The heat between my legs intensified, as if my body knew an orgasm was near.

  He tore his lips from mine. I wanted to protest, but then he started kissing my neck and massaging my ass and I didn’t care.

  “I want tonight to be all about you,” he whispered against my neck. “I’ve been waiting to wrap my mouth around your clit since the moment I saw you sit on my bike.”

  His hand moved around the front, and he cupped me. I was hot and ready. We took a couple of steps back and he leaned me against the couch.

  He trailed his nose along my cheek. “Can you be quiet, babe? I want your pussy right here, right now. Can you do that for me?”

  His hands swirled up over my breasts and he massaged them as he waited for his answer. I was breathless, there was no way I could actually speak, so I just nodded.

  He kissed me again as he pulled my pajama pants down and left me exposed. I let out a moan as he traced my slit with his finger.

  In an instant, he dropped to his knees and hooked my leg over his shoulder, my everything open to his eyes.

  I was used to guys seeing me naked—it was part of my job description. But seeing me that close and aroused, that was a different story. I tried to cover myself with my hand, but he pulled it away.

  “I can’t have anything between us. No lies, no secrets, nothing.”

  Then he licked. It was just a tiny flick of his tongue over my lips, but I melted. One hand on the couch, one hand on his head, I struggled to keep my balance.

  Pushing my thighs open a little more, he began to make love to me. There was no other phrase that would describe it. It wasn’t fucking, getting it on, it was making love—with his mouth. Every lick, every suck was divine. I couldn’t stay quiet, the moans just escaped my mouth as he learned me. He learned what I liked, how I liked it. He dragged his teeth over my clit as he sucked, and the orgasm hit, hard and fast.

  I tried to grab his hair, but it was too short. Instead I held his head against my body as I rode his face. Wave after wave hit me, and I shattered.

  Once the world came back into view, he picked me up and walked back toward my bedroom. He kept the lights off as he laid me on the bed. I was thankful because I knew reality would come rushing back in, and I wanted everything before the night ended.

  He shed his jacket and his cut and then his shirt. I could see him outlined in the moonlight. Powerful, built. I wanted to run my fingers over every inch.

  “You like that?” He flexed and then laughed. I laughed too.

  He shucked his jeans and lay beside me. His fingers played over my pajama top as he started to unbutton it. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to wake up with regrets tomorrow.”

  I ran my hand over the stubble on his cheek. It was still wet—from me.

  “I want you, tonight.”

  It was all I could think to say. My brain was operating purely on sex and I needed him now. I wrestled out of my shirt and he pulled me against him. His dick was hard and hot against my body, and I groaned.

  My entire body was a ball of need. I had a taste of him on the couch, but I wanted more. Anything he had to give, I was desperate for it.

  “Babe, I want you so bad that this might go a little fast,” he groaned.

  “I just want you to stop talking.”

  I hooked my legs around his waist and he pushed inside. There was no pain, no invasion, just the slide of skin on skin. I wanted this, I wanted him, and so did my body. Once he was in fully, he paused and kissed me. He wasn’t soft or wild like before, but somewhere in the middle. Confident. This was right, we both knew it.

  He pulled out and thrust back in. It was so much. I wanted so much. I wanted to make this good for him too.

  “Is that okay?” I asked. “Do you want something different?”

  I wasn’t sure what he wanted. With johns, I would ask before we started. If they had any specific requests, it was better to know in advance. But with Colt, I’d been too busy having an orgasm on the couch. I’d been thinking of myself, not how to please him.

  He kissed my neck and thrust in again. “Babe, all I want you to do is enjoy yourself.”

  I nodded. He was moving faster now and it was all I could do to keep quiet. When I couldn’t stand it, I let out a moan.

  “Just relax,” he panted. “Enjoy.”

  He was right. I needed to relax, stop thinking like I was on the job. I pushed everything from my mind and focused on him. His back muscles bunched and stretched against my legs. I explored his chest and abs with my fingertips as my orgasm began to set fire inside me.

  I clutched his neck as I began to shudder with the force of it. Was it always like this? Or was it special because it was Colt?

  He growled and then I felt it. My body flooded with heat as he gave two last hard thrusts. We had forgotten a condom.

  We both rode
the aftershocks of the orgasm back to reality. I snuggled into bed with my head on his shoulder.

  “Babe? Where did you go? I thought I lost you at the end,” he whispered against my hair.

  No point in trying to hide anything. We were both naked after mind-blowing sex—I couldn’t hide anything from him if I tried.

  “We forgot a condom. But I know I’m clean,” I reassured him. He didn’t seem shook up at all that he’d just had unprotected sex with a hooker, but I didn’t want him to worry.

  He smiled and stroked my cheek. “I’m clean too. It’ll be fine.”

  “And I’m on the pill, so it’s okay, I guess.” I cringed. I knew I should stop talking, but I just had to reassure him. “I haven’t really made love to anyone since—”

  He put his fingertips on my lips.

  “Shhh.” He moved his fingers and kissed me. “This is just about us. No one else, okay?”

  He tilted my face to his and touched his lips to mine. Colt was probably right. I shouldn’t be mixing work and my personal life.

  His kiss was sweet, so sweet. I explored his mouth with my tongue, something I hadn’t done earlier. He relaxed and let me kiss him. Let me determine the next move.

  Some clients wanted to be the aggressor, other clients wanted me to take the lead. During a trick, my mind was always focused on the customer’s needs, how to best get him off. But tonight had been about me, my desires. Colt had wanted to please me, not just get his money’s worth.

  We weren’t kissing anymore; he had pulled back. I started to say something, but he was first. “You wanna tell me what you’re thinking about? ’Cause it’s not me.”

  There was no harshness to his voice, just curiosity. He gave me a squeeze.

  I shook my head. The last thing I wanted to do was tell Colt what I was thinking about. He may be okay with the fact that I turned tricks, but being compared to a john is not something I wanted to share with him.

  He gave me another squeeze. “Let’s get under the covers, I think you’re getting cold.”

  After a moment of maneuvering, we were snuggled beneath the blanket. I hadn’t really expected him to follow me, because, well, that would imply that he was staying. He talked like we were already committed, but one night together did not make a relationship.

  I rolled away from him. I didn’t want to see him leave after we were finished talking. “Are you staying tonight?”

  “Yeah. You okay with that?”

  I rolled back over to look at him. “What’s going to happen in the morning?”

  I wasn’t just asking if he was going to make me breakfast or skate out before I woke up, and he knew it. I was asking about us. What was going to happen when we woke up was life. I wanted to hear how he would define his life with me.

  He kissed my nose. “I’m going to get up, make breakfast for you and Becky, and then we’ll take her to school. You’ll stay here while they fix your car. I’ve got some club business to take care of during the day, but we’ll meet back up at the club tonight when you start your shift. I want you all to myself tomorrow night—can Becky go to a babysitter?”

  I nodded. He fit himself into my life like a puzzle piece. Corners and noses all fitting perfectly. It was what I wanted to hear, but it all seemed too good to be true. In a few days, we would wake up from this dream and reality would set in.

  It would probably be right around the time the guys came home from the run. Colt could pretend my job didn’t bother him now, but what was he going to do the first time I disappeared upstairs with Skeeter, Bear, or Rip? Would he still want me when I dressed up in my old stripper gear and let the guys grope me as I danced on the pole?

  My job had never seemed this bad before. The guys treated me well. Some of them would bring me back little souvenirs on their runs. They were all very careful not to show me too much attention and I was very careful to flirt and treat them all equally. The sex between me and the guys was always a transaction, impersonal, sorta like exercise. When had it changed to obscene?

  Probably right about the time I had fallen in love.

  Did he love me? Was it me he loved, or his own idea of who I was? He said on the porch the other night that he knew me. And he did. He knew me. The me that existed within my soul, not the me that turned tricks in the clubhouse. Surely that had to count for something.

  There was no denying it. I wanted this life that Colt was promising me. We had only known each other a few days and I shouldn’t be ready to love him, but I was. The only thing standing in my way was my job.

  “Colt, do you want me to quit my job?”

  I wanted him to say yes. I wanted him to tell me that he didn’t want to share me with any other guys ever again. It wasn’t fair, but I wanted all of those promises right now, up front.

  He grunted. Shit, he must have fallen asleep.

  “Babe, whatever makes you happy. You can keep working at the club or stay at home, get another job, I don’t care. As long as you don’t turn tricks, I’m happy.”

  He gave me a squeeze and then leaned back down on the pillow and started snoring.

  My heart stopped. He didn’t know.

  He didn’t know I was a prostitute.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Colt

  I ran my hands up and down her body. Yeah, waking her up for sex was a shitty thing to do, especially at this early hour. But she was hot and naked in my arms. Besides, I was hard as hell and the only woman I wanted was her.

  Rubbing my dick against her ass, I reached around to touch her clit. Another day, I would wake her up with my mouth, but this morning had to be a quickie. Tate had already texted me. The guys were back and I wanted to talk to Tate one last time before the guys met me. I needed to hit the road soon, but I could stay just a little longer.

  When she moaned and began to spread her legs, I knew I’d hit gold. Her pussy grew wet as she woke up. I stroked her harder as I whispered in her ear. “Come on, babe. I want to watch your tits bounce as you ride me.”

  She shook her head and opened her legs wider, straining for her own release. I heard her gasp as I eased my finger inside her pussy. She was tight but ready. Rubbing my palm against her clit, I fucked her with my finger, enjoying her quiet little moans. But I wanted to feel her come around my cock. I wanted to watch her face as she orgasmed and screamed my name—

  Whispered my name. The kid was still asleep.

  Nice and slow, I drew out my finger. “Time to get up, babe.”

  She turned to face me and I took her with me as I rolled onto my back. She sat up with my dick tucked snug against her ass. Damn. It was a beautiful sight. Her gorgeous blond hair was tangled around her shoulders, and her blue eyes were sleepy and half-lidded as she lifted herself up so I could feel her wet pussy against my cock. Inch by inch, she slid down. Fuck, that felt good. When I was in Lompoc, I would have used this memory to jack off every fuckin’ night. I’d never seen anything so sexy in my whole life.

  “I want your pretty little pussy to come first, babe.”

  She nodded and got to work. Soon she was riding my cock and angling me to hit her G-spot. Every time she took me as full as she could and her tits bounced in rhythm. I rested my hands on her hips. I didn’t want to guide her and disrupt her groove, I just wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel her grinding with my cock inside her.

  Finally, her body tightened and spasmed. Her pussy closed around me so that I couldn’t hold it any longer. She took me with her as we both crashed over the edge. She collapsed on my chest and we both lay there catching our breath.

  “That’s way better than coffee,” I said against her hair.

  She giggled and rolled off, facing me. “Hey, there’s something we need to talk about.”

  Fuck. Her eyes were big and blue and concerned. Dammit. My perfect woman was about to te
ll me to go fuck off. Or maybe just tell me she only wanted my cock. I’m not sure which was worse. I also didn’t want to hear it.

  This relationship was moving like a damn bullet. Hot straight out of the barrel. It was bound to either lose momentum and fall or crash into someone’s chest cavity, probably mine. I just wanted one damn day to be in love with her.

  She was gonna let me down easy, like she did the other night on the porch. Because I was a goddamn coward, I didn’t want to hear it.

  “We’ll talk tonight, babe. I gotta go. I have some early club business.”

  * * *

  I met Tate for coffee at some greasy spoon around the corner from the clubhouse. It was full of big burly men dressed in waterproof gear. Dockworkers, I suspected. No one batted an eye at our cuts when we sat down in a booth.

  “A bit early for a meet?” I sipped my coffee and stared over the rim at him. He looked tired, but awake. Almost like he never went to sleep last night. Interesting.

  “I figured you had so much pussy you were ready for a break.”

  I narrowed my eyes. Krista wasn’t just pussy and I would never be tired of her. But Tate didn’t understand that. It was common in our world for a man to use a woman and then throw her away when he was bored. But Krista was different. I was different. She wasn’t the kind of girl who gave blow jobs in the men’s room for a twenty.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  He was about to respond when the waitress came by to refresh our cups. “You want me to leave the pot, darlin’?”

  “Naw, we’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

  She topped me off and went back behind the counter.

  “Everyone’s back. I want to introduce you at church this afternoon.”

  I raised an eyebrow. My club wasn’t that formal. A new member came in, he just blended with the crowd. We let people form their own opinions. “Any reason why? Someone unhappy about the patch-over?”

  Shit. This wasn’t good. If anyone was nervous and this patch-over didn’t happen, I didn’t know where that would leave me with Hawkeye and Volk. They were counting on me to patch in this club. The extra income could do a lot for us on the national level. I could set Krista and Becky up in a place in Berdoo and we’d all live in the California sunshine. But not if this patch-over didn’t go through.