by Hamel, B. B.
My ass was just as much on the line, but she was the one I was afraid for. She was the one I wanted to make sure would be safe, not my own skin.
And fuck, just sitting here, feeling relieved, I know I need her. I need her fucking bad.
15
Val
Jacob shows up at my door just like he said he would. His eyes are dripping with desire and I can’t help but bite my lip.
“You want to come in?” I ask
He nods. “Please.”
I step aside and he goes into my living room. I shut the door and turn to him.
“Nice place.”
“It’s a tiny dump.”
He laughs and takes off his suit jacket. “Not really.”
“Seriously. It’s, like, the size of your office.”
“I have a very large office.”
I roll my eyes. “Want something to drink?”
“Please.”
I go into my little kitchen and open a bottle of wine. I pour two glasses and push one toward him. He takes it and toasts me. “I spoke with Darin.”
“You did?” I sip my wine and try not to let my worry show.
“We’re moving forward with the account.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. It’s his choice. I gave him as many opportunities to back out and he just… didn’t want to. So here we are.”
“I know you hoped he’d give up on this.”
“He made his decision.” He gives me a long look. “But he said something else that was strange.”
“Yeah?”
“He knows that Aimee saw us kissing.”
I go totally still. “What?”
“She told him. I guess she likes to talk.”
“Is that… a problem?”
“Yes,” I admit. “It could be. If he starts a rumor about the two of us, that could be bad. Not just for this investigation, but for the company.”
“What do we do?”
“Nothing,” he says and walks into my living room. He looks down at my coffee table and sits on the edge of the couch. “Unless you want me to leave and never look back.”
“No,” I say, following him. I hover for a second before sitting down next to him. I’m suddenly really aware of my shabby apartment, all my inexpensive furniture, all my secondhand art. His expensive suit makes everything pale in comparison.
“Because you need me for this investigation.”
“No, because I just… want you.”
He tilts his head slightly and half turns to me. He puts his glass down and runs a hand along my cheek before lacing his fingers in my hair. “You sure about that?” he asks. “I’m a dangerous man, you know.”
“I know.” I stare into his eyes. He tightens his grip. “I think I like that.”
He laughs softly. “If Darin knows about us, other people know. And apparently that Carmine man doesn’t like you.”
I laugh. “Really?”
“Really.” He releases my grip. “It’s not a good thing. That a gangster knows your face. I never should’ve taken you.”
“You didn’t know they were gangsters. You weren’t sure.”
“I knew,” he says, his voice low.
“And I knew too. I chose to go there. I wanted to be there.”
“Doesn’t change a thing.”
“It changes a lot.” I glare at him for a second. “I have agency, you know. I can make my own choices.”
He looks mildly startled. “I know.”
I stand up and move away from him. “You don’t have to protect me.”
That seems to get to him. “I’m not. I’m… I’m trying to protect you and Darin and myself. I’m trying to protect everyone.”
“You don’t need to add me to that list.”
He stands and moves toward me. “Why are you so sure about that?”
“Because.”
I back away as he approaches. I run up against the wall and he pins me there, grabbing a wrist and lifting it above my head. The other hand laces into my hair again, this time tighter.
“Because you think this won’t get back to you. That this is all numbers.”
“No, I mean—”
“Your bosses won’t save you if things go wrong, you know that, right?”
“They will. I mean, they would.”
He laughs softly. I stare into his eyes, feeling so taken, so controlled, and loving every second of it. My heart’s racing and he’s so strong, so gorgeous.
“You’re vulnerable.”
“You are too. You haven’t dealt with the mob before.”
His hand tightens on my wrist, the other pulls my hair harder. His lips graze my throat. “Please, little Valerie. You know I can handle myself.”
“Against mobsters?”
“Against anyone. You know what my family name means. And if you don’t, you’ll learn.”
“Jacob—”
He kisses me then, kisses me hard. I moan into his kiss and realize that I’d been waiting for that kiss for too long. I sink into him and kiss him hard, tasting him, needing it so badly. The kiss lingers, lips floating against mine before he looks into my eyes.
“You have the account,” he says. “I convinced Darin to let you take it.”
“Really? I thought… Carmine didn’t like me.”
“He doesn’t. But you’ll do it anyway. Even if Darin knows we kissed, I still convinced him.”
“That’s good.”
He smirks. “Is it? I think it would be better if you were far, far away from all this. You don’t need to be right in the middle.”
“I don’t know. I’m more use to you there.”
“You mean, more use to your bosses?” He releases my hair and moves a hand down my body, down to my blouse. He begins to meticulously unbutton my top with one hand while the other keeps me pinned. “We don’t need to pretend this is all altruism. You’re here because it’s your job to take my partner down. I’m helping you because it’s partly in my best interests to do so. But I don’t like any of it.”
“I know you don’t.”
“Good. And the truth is, little Valerie, I’m doing this for you as well.”
“Why?” I whisper the word. He unbuttons my top and pushes it open, exposing my breasts covered by a black, lacy bra.
“Because I want you.” His eyes move down my skin. “I own you.”
“You don’t … own me.”
“Oh, but I do. Your little act of devotion? You know what that meant.” He kisses my neck, right over my collarbone, and moves down to my breasts. I can’t help but let out a moan. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, my little Valerie. And so delicious.”
“Have you… have you been thinking about it?”
His eyes flash and he nods. “I have.”
“Good. I wanted you to think about it.”
He releases my wrist and pulls off my blouse. He throws it on the floor before taking off my bra. I groan as his hands find my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, cupping them, making me groan.
“You want me thinking about your wet little pussy?” he whispers in my ear. “You like it that I haven’t been able to stop?”
“I love it,” I moan. “I didn’t wear panties again today for you.”
He pulls back and looks at me. “Prove it.”
He steps away and I unbutton my pants. I slowly take them off. I wasn’t lying, I really didn’t wear anything. I did shower and get changed when I got home, but still.
His eyes are hot fire as he looks at me. I’m naked, standing in front of him, completely exposed.
“Look at you,” he croons. “You’re so beautiful. You know that, don’t you? Perky, full breasts. Pink little nipples. You’d drive men insane.”
“But not you?”
He steps back up to me. He pins me to the wall again, hands on my hips. He kisses me and I throw my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter. My tongue tastes his and I can’t help but moan as he moves down, kissing my neck, on
e hand straying between my legs.
Pleasure rolls along my spine as he spreads me with his fingers. He touches me top to bottom, spreading my wetness out and rubbing it along my swollen clit. I moan into his ear as he kisses my neck then licks my nipples, sucking them softly and biting down gently. He slides two fingers inside of me, rolling them along the roof of my pussy before pulling them back out to rub my clit again.
I shudder with pleasure as he takes my hair with his other hand. He pulls it and uses his incredible fingers. I’m clay in his hands, I’m his, every inch of me, dripping wet pussy to mouth hungry for his kiss. And he gives me that kiss, just as hungry at mine, while his fingers do their incredible work.
I melt into his embrace. I don’t want it to stop, but eventually he pulls back. I come at him and kiss him, fumbling at his buttons. I’m not as graceful as he is, but I manage to get his shirt off. His muscular chest and abdomen drives me wild as I touch him with my fingertips. He pulls me hair and kisses me hard while I fumble for his belt.
“On your knees,” he growls. “Get my belt off.”
I drop down and do the job. I get it off and pull down his pants. He kicks them aside then I slide down his boxer briefs, amazed at his thick, stiff cock.
I take him in my hand and stroke him top to bottom. He’s pulsing, he’s so hard, and I can see the desire in his eyes. I look up, kneeling for him, and take his tip into my mouth. I want to see the expression on his face when his cock slides between my lips.
I suck him hard and he looks like he loves it. I moan as I take him and he reaches down to tease my breasts. I suck him faster, groaning, body shaking, nipples stiff as I take him into my throat.
He’s so thick and long, I can’t fit more than half at most, but his growls suggest that’s more than enough. He grabs my hair and pushes me deeper, sliding himself into my throat, and I pull back with a gasp. I use my spit to stroke his shaft, looking up into his eyes.
He leans down and kisses me. I kiss him back as he pulls me to my feet. He drags me over to the couch and pushes me over it, turning me roughly and bending me over. I feel his hands on my hip and he spanks my ass hard. I gasp and look back at him, leaning one leg up, hands on the back. His eyes are hard as he spanks me again then kisses me over my shoulder, tongue on my tongue, lips so delicious I could moan.
I reach back and pull him against me again. I feel his hard cock tease me, slip along my slick cunt, and I wiggle my hips. I want him deep inside me, but instead he spanks me again and his fingers tease me. They find my clit and roll along it, touching me, driving me wild.
“You’re so dripping wet,” he growls in my ear. “It’s delicious, you know that? Your perky, pink nipples, your beautiful breasts, the way you take my cock in your pretty little mouth. It drives me wild.”
“I need it,” I moan. “Oh my god. I need it.”
“What do you need, my Valerie?”
“I need you inside of me. Please, I want you to fuck me.”
He growls his joy at that. “You want me inside of you?” he asks. “You want me to fuck your tight little cunt and make you come?”
“Please,” I groan. I feel like I’m losing my mind. “Jacob.”
He lets out a wicked laugh and spanks my ass again before dropping to his knees. He spreads me wide open and licks me, licking every inch of me from behind. I gasp and my eyes go wide, but it feels so good. I grip the couch harder as he does his work, his tongue incredible, lapping me up, before he stands again.
I feel him press his cock against my pussy. I moan and wiggle my hips. “Beg for it,” he commands.
“Please, Jacob,” I whisper. “Oh, god, please. I want it. Please fuck me.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. I’m devoted to you. My body is all yours. Everything is yours.”
He sinks himself inside of me and it’s all bliss.
I gasp and throw my head back. He grabs my auburn hair and grips it tight as my pussy grips his cock. He’s so thick and long and, god, he fills every inch of me, fills me deep.
He fucks me, his body strong and rough against mine. I’m sweating and moaning as he takes me from behind. I reach over my shoulder and kiss him, but he pushes me back down and fucks me harder.
I’ve never felt so taken before in my life. It’s incredible, a rush of pleasure and pain and pure need, pure ecstasy.
I take every inch of his thick, hard cock, and keep moaning for more.
He fucks me, slaps my ass, pulls my hair. I move my hips and work my back, pushing against him, sliding up and down his shaft. I work him and he lets me take over, watching as my body rides up and down his shaft.
He pulls back and sits, putting me on top of him. I straddle his hips and arch my back as I side down along him. He growls and licks a nipple as I start to ride, legs spread wide, moving faster and faster.
“That’s right,” he groans. “Ride my thick cock. I want to feel you come for me, my Valerie.” He spanks my ass and I go faster. I can feel sweat on my skin, dripping down me. I’m breathing hard and it feels so good, so incredibly good. I can’t stop as he grabs my hips and moves with me.
“I’m so close,” I whisper in his ear. He spanks my ass and pulls my hair, fucking me rough, making my breasts shake. He bites a nipple and my shoulder, taking me, before rolling me over onto my back and spreading my legs wide.
He slides his cock inside and takes me.
He fucks me rough. I pull him to me, kiss him, taste his tongue, so close now, so close. He grinds against me, our bodies hard and sweating from the work. I don’t know how long it’s been, hours maybe, lifetimes, but it’s been pleasure, all pleasure, I don’t want it to end but I need it to end. I’m just need, pure need, as he takes me with his strong arms, his strong chest, his incredibly beautiful face.
“That’s right,” he croons. “Oh, yeah, that’s right. Take my big, thick cock. Take me deep inside your nice, tight little cunt. You’ve been needing this, you dirty girl, my Valerie. You need this. Come for me now, come on my thick cock, come and moan my name.”
“Jacob,” I gasp, back arching. “Jacob, yes.”
He thrusts into me, thrusting like an animal, taking my body. I pant and moan his name, gasping it, chanting it. He takes me and doesn’t slow down. He gives me what I need and I’m moaning, writhing, rolling.
“Jacob,” I gasp, saying it over and over again. I feel it build between my legs and my body starts to twitch as the orgasm rips all through me.
I come and nearly black out. I feel it on the edges of my vision, spots and black, but I don’t care. My skin turns red and flushed as I finish, and he doesn’t slow down. He’s merciless, an intense animal taking his fill, and he fucks me through my orgasm, fucks me until his eyes shine with it.
Then he pulls back. He gets me sitting up and I take his cock in my mouth. I suck him, tongue licking him, rolling along his shaft. He growls his pleasure and comes in my mouth in thick spurts. I keep sucking him, swallowing every drop, licking his shaft and tip, tasting him and loving him. Slowly I finish and he tilts my chin up toward him.
He kisses me and lingers there, me sitting on the couch, him standing before me.
He pulls me up and wraps his arms around me. He holds me tight and I nuzzle up against his chest. He sits with me in his lap, curled up against him. I feel so safe and protected, still floating from my orgasm. We’re naked, sweating, and I haven’t felt so good in a long time, maybe ever.
“I knew you’d taste perfect,” he whispers in my ear.
“Yeah?” I kiss his chest. “I knew you would too.”
“But this is a risk, you know.”
I look up into his eyes. His expression is hard. “I know.”
“It might be better if we stopped. But you can’t do that, can you?”
“I don’t think you can, either.”
He smiles and kisses me. “No, I can’t. And I don’t want to. But I want to give you that option.”
“I know what I’m getti
ng myself into.”
His laugh is soft and dark. “You have no clue, little Valerie. But you will.”
He holds me tight and I know that’s true.
16
Jacob
After that night at her apartment, we get to work for real.
At first, it means onboarding the Carmine account. I fill out the bare minimum of paperwork and leave key details missing: socials, phone numbers, addresses. I’m given a single name, World Waste, LLC, and use that on everything I possibly can. Where a form’s simply not possible to fill out, I leave it blank.
Except in a few spots. Just to be careful, I put down a little more information than I bet they’re comfortable with. Bank account numbers, real names, things like that.
Just in case.
Once they’re in the system, I give the account over to Val.
“What do you think?”
She shakes her head. I lean over her and look down at her computer. “Well, I’ll start with a pretty normal portfolio. Keep it balanced.”
“I think Darin wants some pretty aggressive returns.”
She makes a face. “Of course he does.”
“They probably want that, too.”
“The market’s good.” Brian stands up and looks at us. “Might not hurt to go all-in on stocks.”
Val frowns at him. “That would be aggressive.”
“I have some picks,” he offers.
I gave him a flat look. “No, thanks.”
He grins and shrugs. “You’re the boss.” He sits back down.
I look at Val and she rolls her eyes. I can’t help but grin.
“So I do have some ideas,” she says. “Some are riskier than others. How much risk are we playing with here?”
“Let’s say, we can’t lose it all.”
She laughs. “Okay then. Pretty fast and loose.”
“I suspect that’s how they like it.”
She grins and turns to her computer. I watch her work, selecting certain stocks, building up a portfolio. I nod to myself, happy to choose her, and head back to my office.
It goes like that for a few weeks. The office begins to hum along, functioning like any other office. I hire more staff, fill out the positions, and soon I realize my job’s nearly complete.
