Recluse: Wolfes of Manhattan Two

by HELEN HARDT

  Suite? What?

  I must have looked surprised, because Roy said, “It’s a two-bedroom suite, Charlie.”

  I jerked for a split second. He almost never called me Charlie. Usually silver, or if not that, honey or baby.

  I’d have my own bedroom. In a suite.

  A fucking suite!

  I tried to contain my exuberance as the bellhop gathered our belongings and we walked into the hotel.

  The suite was the ultimate in luxury. I’d thought the private jet was luxurious, but this…

  Impeccably decorated with a modern flare, the suite boasted a full kitchen, a living area, a bar, and then closed doors which I assumed led to the bedrooms.

  “Right this way, sir, to the master suite,” the bellhop said to Roy.

  “The master is for the lady,” he said.

  “Oh, I—”

  “No argument, Ms. Waters,” he said, his dimples showing. “This is your first trip as a representative of Wolfe Enterprises, and I want it to be a memorable one.”

  Ms. Waters?

  Was that for show?

  Roy Wolfe was just as much of a puzzle as his sister was.

  The bellhop was tall and blond with a glint in his sparkling blue eyes. “Ms. Waters?” He held out his hand. “Nice to meet you. Have you been to Montana before?”

  His handshake was firm. “No, this is my first visit.”

  “Get out and see it. Get out of the city if you can. There’s a reason we call it big sky country. It’s gorgeous here.”

  “I’ll try,” I said. “I don’t know how much time I’ll have for pleasure.”

  “I’d be happy to show you around,” he said.

  “I’ll be showing her around,” Roy interjected, handing him a wad of bills. “Thank you.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. Was Roy actually jealous? The bellhop was cute, but he was nothing compared to the majesty that was Roy Wolfe.

  I had no idea how long we’d be staying here. I hadn’t bothered to ask, and I hadn’t brought anything with me other than the sundress I wore last night since I’d gone straight from Roy’s place this morning. I assumed it would just be an overnight trip.

  Once the bellhop was gone, I turned to Roy. “What now?”

  “We have a meeting in less than an hour,” he said, a glint in his eye.

  “Oh, no. I can’t. Not right now. I’m nervous as hell about my first official stint for your company.”

  “I know a surefire way to combat nerves.” He pulled me to him, our gazes locked.

  No. I shouldn’t. I couldn’t. I…wouldn’t.

  Except I would.

  I knew I would.

  He crushed his lips to mine.

  Our kiss was raw and passionate. We didn’t have a lot of time, and we both knew it. We dived into that kiss, our tongues dueling and jousting, our lips sliding together and our teeth clashing.

  It was wonderful. A wonderful kiss. And I was getting wet…

  He broke the kiss and lifted me into his arms. “God, you drive me insane, silver. Completely insane.”

  I smiled against his shoulder. I could handle that. I liked it. Loved it, even.

  No man had ever said I made him insane.

  What insanity did Roy have in mind for me? I couldn’t wait to find out.

  He pushed through the door to the master suite where the bellhop had taken my bag. “I want to rip those goody-goody clothes off your luscious body.”

  Yes. Yes, please. But no! “You can’t! This is the only suit I have.”

  “I’ll buy you another suit.”

  “Our meeting is in forty-five minutes!”

  He sighed. “Fuck. You’ll have to undress yourself, then. I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll do to those clothes. They aren’t you, silver. You belong in that flowing sundress you were wearing last night. Or in simple jeans and a cropped T-shirt. Or short shorts and a tank. Not an uptight suit. Is it even comfortable?”

  “Not really. But I’ve always worked in an office in New York City. This is what I have to wear.”

  “If you were an artist, you could wear what you want.”

  I clasped my hand to my mouth. “Did you—”

  “No, I didn’t look at your painting, though I’ll be honest. I was tempted. If it had been anyone but you, I might have.”

  “Why not me?”

  “Because I promised you I wouldn’t, silver, and for some reason, I don’t want to break a promise to you.”

  My breath caught.

  Of everything he’d said to me in the short time I’d known him, this touched me the most. I wasn’t sure why. He’d waxed poetic about my eyes, my breasts, my body, my pussy…but this…

  Was this for real?

  Was he for real?

  How could I express in words what feelings he invoked in me without scaring him into running away screaming?

  Answer? I couldn’t.

  So I’d express with my body. I shed each article of clothing quickly and succinctly, placing it all in a neat, though not folded, pile. Then I knelt before him, unbuckled his belt, and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans.

  Best thing you could do to show appreciation to a man? Every woman knew the answer.

  Give him head.

  And that was just what I was about to do.

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  Her little pink tongue slid out from between her lips and she licked the head of my cock.

  And I nearly exploded on the spot.

  I hadn’t had a lot of women, but every one of them had given me head. Every one of them had exclaimed over the size of my cock.

  Charlie Waters hadn’t said anything about my cock, but here she was, on her knees, about to take it into her sweet, warm mouth.

  I had to keep cool. Had to hold on.

  On the other hand, we were in a hurry.

  I grabbed the back of her head and gently pushed her toward me, filling her mouth with my dick.

  She let me.

  She fucking let me.

  All my other women had balked at that. Wanted to go at their own pace. Didn’t want me leading. I even understood, since it was their mouth and they could easily choke if I wasn’t careful.

  But Charlie let me push her face toward me, took my cock to the back of her throat.

  I wanted to come inside that hot little mouth. But I also wanted to come inside that hot little pussy. In that hot little ass, something I never thought I’d be interested in.

  God, but I was. I was interested in everything with her. With this amazing, gorgeous woman who sparkled.

  Yeah. That was the word. Charlie Waters sparkled. It wasn’t just the silver in her eyes. That was a big part of it, but it went deeper. She was beautiful, from her gorgeous hair to her cute little toes, but she sparkled from the inside out. It was her heart. Her artist’s heart. Her good heart.

  Emotion coiled through my belly, making me feel slightly nauseated but in a good way. These were powerful feelings—powerful feelings I’d never experienced.

  I feared I’d never experience them again.

  “Take me.” I led her mouth down the shaft of my cock and then off again. “Take all of me.”

  I wasn’t familiar with a lot of cocks, but the few women I’d been with had said I was huge. My little silver was a trouper. She took it all, even held it for a few seconds as I nudged the back of her throat.

  I had to give her a break. I let go of her hair to let her set the pace.

  And she did. She did exactly as she had been doing. She took me deep, to the back of her throat, held for a few precious seconds, and then released.

  God, she drove me crazy. Completely insane. I hadn’t been lying when I’d told her that. I was crazy with desire, ready to pump my semen down her hot throat and make her swallow all I had to give.

  All of me.

  “Yeah. God, honey. Feels so good, the way you suck me.”

  She moaned at my words, the vibrations humming along my shaft, driving me crazier wit
h passion and need.

  Come. I needed to come so bad. Wanted to come so bad. But her pussy. I wanted to eat her pussy. Slap her cute little ass. Fuck her. Fuck her until she couldn’t stand.

  Then it was happening. The scrunching of my balls, the tightening of my cock, the tiny pulsating nudges, telling me it was time to—

  “Fuck! I’m going to come. I’m fucking coming! Take me. Take all of me!”

  I exploded in her warm mouth, her tongue twirling along my shaft as I released into her. Would she swallow? Or would she, like the others, hold it in her mouth and excuse herself to spit?

  Couldn’t worry about that now, not when I was having the most intense orgasm of my life.

  It spread through my body like rapid wildfire, teasing me and then taking me flying. Words escaped my throat. What words? I had no idea. Words of praise to the woman doing this to me. Her name. Her beauty. Everything.

  When I finally began to come down, she still knelt at my feet, her lips pressing soothing kisses over the head of my cock.

  Her sweetness was legendary. Her hotness was out of this world.

  This woman.

  This beautiful, sparkling woman.

  She finally removed her mouth from my cock and met my gaze. I stared into the intense silver, and what I saw there…

  I couldn’t name it. It was passionate and intense. It was raw and untamed.

  It was beautiful.

  Utterly beautiful.

  Finally, she smiled. “We should get dressed and go.”

  “But you… I didn’t take care of you.”

  “Later,” she said. “We can’t be late to this meeting.”

  “But I’m a Wolfe.”

  “Well, I’m not.” She stood. “And I’m not going to be late.”

  Her work ethic again. An amazing and attractive quality in a woman. I was used to women who were after my money. Women who had no work ethic.

  Charlie Waters was not after my money. Of that I could be certain.

  She regarded herself in the full-length mirror on the side wall. “Gads! I look awful.”

  “You could never look awful.”

  In fact, she looked luscious. I could eat her up. Would be ecstatic to do just that.

  She gathered her clothes and headed into the master bath. I was still fully clothed, my jeans and boxer briefs halfway down my thighs. I pulled them up quickly, wincing as they grazed my sensitive cock.

  Within five minutes, Charlie emerged from the bathroom looking completely put together. Like she could be on the cover of Forbes as a successful businesswoman.

  Even though she didn’t belong in those uptight clothes, I couldn’t take my gaze from her.

  She looked like she could conquer the fucking world.

  I had no doubt that, one day, she’d do just that.

  “You ready?” she asked.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  Lacey had given us questions to ask the woman we’d be interviewing. Though I hadn’t relished the idea of Rock making this trip with Charlie, I wished he were here now. Rock might actually know this woman. She had seemed to know him, apparently.

  The story was that Manny, a gynecologist, had seen this woman as a patient, and the patient told Manny that Rock had relocated to New York. Since Rock hadn’t told anyone he was leaving, this created a puzzle.

  Who was this woman? And what did she know?

  The images again, blurred as always, tried to fight their way into my brain. What if this woman…?

  No, couldn’t go there.

  But had to.

  Had to eventually.

  Not today.

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  Wow. What a conference room! Refreshments, including Champagne, had been set up. My stomach growled, but I took a ladylike portion of fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate and a cup of coffee.

  Roy helped himself to a heaping plateful of everything else.

  Apparently our guests hadn’t arrived yet.

  That soon changed with a knock on the door.

  The hotel manager from this morning peeked in. “I have a Horace Stiers and Leta Romero to see you.”

  Roy nodded. “Come on in.”

  I sat down at my place at the table and turned on my laptop.

  Roy stood and held out his hand. “Good to see you again, Hoss. Ma’am, I’m Roy Wolfe.”

  He sounded so professional. I wasn’t sure why I was surprised. Introverts could still be professional.

  The woman was lovely—dark hair and eyes with fair skin. She nodded to Roy.

  “Please have a seat,” Roy said.

  They sat awkwardly. Hoss was tall, lanky, and bald. A little creepy looking, actually. Creepier than I remembered.

  “Mr. Stiers, you remember our executive assistant, Charlie Waters?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Good to see you again.”

  “And this is Ms. Romero.”

  I nodded. “Nice to see you both.”

  “Ms. Romero,” Roy continued, “thank you for being willing to speak to us privately like this. I assure you that we will keep this conversation confidential as best we can.”

  “What do you mean, ‘as best you can’?” Hoss asked.

  “As you know, my siblings and I have been implicated in our father’s murder. If Ms. Romero has information that can exonerate us, we’ll need to call her in as a witness.”

  “I don’t even know any of you,” Leta said.

  “Then how did you know Rock had left Montana?” Roy asked.

  “I heard it from my sister.”

  “Your sister?”

  “Yes. Nieves. Nieves Romero.”

  That piqued my interest. Lacey had mentioned that Rock had a previous girlfriend who’d showed up in Manhattan wanting to start things up again.

  “How would she know?”

  “She and Rock are close,” Leta said.

  “In what way?”

  “They’re sleeping together.”

  Roy’s eyes widened. “My brother’s a married man, Ms. Romero.”

  “What? You think married men don’t sleep around?”

  “He’s newly married, and I don’t think he’s sleeping around.” Roy paused a moment. “We’re starting out on the wrong foot. Perhaps your sister and my brother had a relationship in the past, but he’s devoted to his new wife now. But it really doesn’t matter whether you think your sister is still sleeping with Rock. We need to know everything.”

  Her cheeks reddened.

  “It’s okay,” Hoss said.

  “Just a rumor,” Leta said. “A rumor I heard from my sister.”

  “Can you elaborate?” Roy asked.

  “Well, she’s close to Rock, and he said once that…”

  “Go ahead,” Roy said. “We need to know everything.”

  “He didn’t talk much about his previous life in New York. In fact, he hated talking about it. But once, he mentioned something. About his sister.”

  “Yes? What about my sister?”

  “He said it was because of his sister that he got sent away.”

  Riley? She’d been all of six when Rock got sent away. What could she have possibly done?

  “My sister was six at that time,” Roy said, echoing my thoughts.

  “She was?” Leta shook her head. “That doesn’t make much sense, then.”

  “No, it doesn’t. Perhaps your sister misheard what Rock said. Or perhaps she’s lying to you.”

  “That wouldn’t be out of the question,” Leta said. “My sister is very self-motivated and isn’t above lying to get what she wants.”

  “How would this lie get her what she wants?”

  Leta shook her head. “I have no idea.”

  “So this is what you said to Manny during your medical examination?” Roy asked.

  “Partly, yes.”

  “What else did you tell him about Rock or the Wolfes?” Roy asked.

  “Another rumor I heard from my sister.”

  “Go on.”


  “She said there was more to Derek Wolfe than met the eye.”

  “And did your sister say this came from Rock?”

  “Yes…and no.”

  Roy sighed. “I’m trying to be patient here, Ms. Romero, but you need to give us more detail. Please elaborate.”

  “She said Rock hated his old man. He wouldn’t say much more than that. But Nieves is nothing if not persistent, so she did some research.”

  “And what did she find?”

  “Nothing.”

  “This is getting us nowhere,” Roy said.

  “I’m not finished yet,” Leta said.

  “Go on, then.”

  Roy held back an eyeroll. I could tell just by looking at him. I continued tapping furiously on my laptop, taking meticulous notes. Also, unbeknownst to Ms. Romero, I was recording her answers. I hadn’t planned to, but something inside me made me do it. I could always delete it later.

  “Well,” Leta said, “Nieves didn’t find anything, but then someone called her.”

  “Who?”

  “They didn’t give her a name. But they told her Derek Wolfe had been killed.”

  “They didn’t tell her Rock had left Montana?”

  “I don’t think so. She didn’t say that. I think she just inferred that when he didn’t answer his phone at the cabin when she tried to call.”

  “Anything else? A Manhattan billionaire being murdered would be pretty common knowledge, even here in Montana. Why would Nieves already know that?”

  “That’s the weird thing,” Leta said. “The call came an hour before the time of the murder.”

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  “How would she know that?” I asked.

  “Not too difficult. Once the murder hit the news and the police figured out when the murder had taken place, Nieves saw that she’d received the call before he’d been killed.”

  “We’re going to need to see her cell phone records,” I said to Hoss.

  “You’ll need a subpoena,” he said.

  “How about some money, instead?”

  “Are you trying to bribe me, sir?” Hoss asked.