Entangled Heart

by KB Winters

  My cock was so hard it ached, but there was no fucking way I’d let myself come, not when she was having such a good time with it. Eyes closed, she flicked her tongue out to slide against my balls, choking again, and opened her throat, a move that sent me even deeper. “Fuck, Maddie.” My control snapped and I wrapped a handful of hair around my fist and thrust up into her throat, once to see if she liked it. Twice when she moaned and sent vibrations from my nuts all the way up my spine.

  “Tell me to stop, Maddie.” My hips moved faster, fucking her throat in long, deep strokes that grew deeper by the second.

  And I was about to fucking come.

  Her brown eyes went wide and filled with mischief as a smile formed around my cock. She swallowed, forming a tight little pocket around the head of my dick.

  She didn’t want me to stop which was a damn good thing, because the way I felt, I couldn’t stop. My hips had a mind of their own, pumping into her mouth, while her tongue smoothed the path. Maddie moaned and tightened her lips around me, and that was it.

  “Oh fuck, Maddie.” It was meant to be a warning but she didn’t heed it, instead she sucked me harder until I exploded down her throat, hips jerking as my orgasm blasted its way out.

  Maddie swallowed and sucked like my cock was a goddamn straw, and I wasn’t sure it would ever be soft again. She pulled back with a smack of her lips and a delighted smile.

  “Who knew how much sucking cock would turn me on?”

  Maddie wasn’t the type of girl to say shit just to say it, but her words got a big fucking rise out of me.

  “Tease,” I growled and stood up, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over my shoulder. I kicked my pants and boxers off and headed upstairs. Toward the bedroom.

  “Oh, caveman style. I think I like it.”

  I smacked her ass, and she gave a little moan, so I let one finger slide into her pussy, dripping wet and already pulsing around me. “Feels like you more than liked it.”

  “Well, you do have a nice cock, and I enjoyed that mouth fucking more than I thought I would.” She let out a little giggle that reminded me she wasn’t just a fuck, she was also my friend.

  My best friend.

  “Maddie,” I growled and tossed her on the bed as soon as we got there.

  “What? I’ve never sucked a dick like that before and the one time it happened, let’s just say I wasn’t turned on. At all.”

  Fuck whoever that motherfucker was. If I ever found out his name, I would make him regret it. “Stop talking, Madds.”

  “Make me, Jamie.”

  “You asked for it.” I knelt on the bed and pulled that sexy blue dress off over her head and tossed it on the floor. “Been thinking about tossing that dress on my floor all night.”

  “Hey, I paid good money for that dress,” she insisted with a throaty laugh. “So you better make it worth it.”

  “Plan to,” I grunted and grabbed her little blue panties at the hip and slipped them off of her body.

  “Holy shit,” she said breathlessly, her lips curling into an aroused smile. “So far, so good.”

  I heard the challenge in her voice, and I knew this wasn’t about distraction any longer, it was about pleasure.

  Pure fucking pleasure.

  What she didn’t know, couldn’t know, was that I was more than up for the challenge. I dropped down to my chest and used my shoulders to spread her thighs apart. “Such a wet pussy. So wet it’s sparkling, Madds.”

  “Jamie,” she moaned, gasping when I blew a soft breath on her hot pussy, clit so swollen it practically vibrated. “Oh, fuck!”

  I flattened my tongue and licked her whole pussy, the opening, her clit, those swollen, bare pussy lips. Maddie’s hips bucked so hard it brought her clit right to my mouth. She was so wet her pussy leaked down my chin, and I licked her, sucked her, and tongue-fucked her while she made wild, incoherent sounds that came from deep inside of her. When she tangled her fingers in my hair and started to grind against my face, I just about lost it.

  “Jamie, yes! Oh my…fuck!”

  I smiled and sucked her clit in a slow, steady pace that drove her wild, but it wasn’t enough, not for me. Her thighs shook. She was close. I dipped my middle finger inside her pussy and triggered her first orgasm of the night, using the moisture to slide that same finger into her tight little asshole.

  “Oh!” That little cry of surprise was the only sound Maddie made as I moved my middle finger slowly in and out of her ass, sucking her clit while my thumb shallow fucked her pussy.

  “Oh, wow! Jamie!” She reached for me again, unable to reach me, fisted her hands in the bedding. Tight. “Jamie, shit!”

  I nibbled her clit and then sucked hard, yanking orgasm number two from her with reckless abandon. Watching her come apart, the surprise in her eyes that she could come so much, so quickly, had my cock leaking on the bed.

  “I knew you’d be a freak,” I told her with a smile.

  “Did you? Because I didn’t.” She sat up on her elbows and looked down at me, smiling with her chest heaving. I continued to lick her, and she watched intently, eyes darkening and breathing growing shallower by the second. “Fuck, watching you eat my pussy is so hot!”

  I sat up and grinned. “Wait until you see how it looks when I spread you out.”

  “Yes, please.” She licked her lips and reached out for my cock but I pushed her back onto the bed. “Don’t be a tease.”

  “Never,” I growled and grabbed her ankles in one hand, using the other to rub my cock up and down her wet pussy. “Didn’t think a pussy could be this wet.”

  “Must be you, my little pussy whisperer.”

  I barked out a laugh. Only Maddie could have me so hard I couldn’t see straight while I was slowly pushing my cock into her tight, wet cunt.

  “New nickname?”

  She reached for my cock and tugged me deeper and deeper until my balls smacked against her ass. “Oh fuck!” Those two words came out on a low, slow moan that had my cock twitching inside of her. “Yes!”

  She was cock-hungry, greedy for me, and I spread her legs open, pushing them up near her ears as I pounded into her, hard and fast. I searched her face for any sign she couldn’t handle it, but the bliss, the pleasure on her face said she could.

  Thank fuck.

  She froze with her back perfectly arched, nipples hard and straining toward me. I pulled one into my mouth and sucked, and that was all Maddie needed to come apart in a brilliant, volcanic orgasm that made her blush.

  “Oh, God.” Those last two words came out on an exhausted sigh, but her legs remained locked around my hips. “Now. You.”

  She dug her heels into my ass, urging me to fuck her harder and deeper, as if I could fuck that pulsing cunt any other way. My orgasm erupted out of me in long, hot spurts that filled her up, triggering tiny aftershocks that kept me coming and coming.

  And coming.

  Maddie’s breathing had slowed and even before my cock slipped out of her, a sleepy smile crossed her face. The cool air hit my cock, and I grinned, pulling Maddie against my chest, where she slept for hours.

  Instead of joining her in slumber, my thoughts swirled. Thoughts about Maddie and my feelings for her, how those feelings were making it difficult to do my job even though she hadn’t asked for any special favors. I needed to tell her about Mueller, but I couldn’t do that until I was sure she wouldn’t spill the info to the Ashbys. The question was how could I get her to it without just telling her not to?

  I had no fucking clue and not even the clarity that came from hot sex and wild orgasms helped. Not one fucking bit. I had to figure it out, though, because I wanted to find out who killed Mueller and Bonnie, but I also wanted Maddie.

  Now that I had her, there was no fucking way I was giving her up.

  I woke up sometime after sunrise to Maddie’s lips on my chest, her wet pussy sliding on my cock and grinned. “Hey.”

  “Hey,” she moaned. “I woke up to your big ol’ dick poking me in t
he belly and figured I should do something about it.” Her hips swirled in a figure-eight motion and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

  “Good idea,” I grunted. “Brilliant, really.”

  “You’re so big from this angle,” she moaned and tested out different angles until she found the perfect angle, leaving us face to face as she ground on my cock. “It’s almost uncomfortable but like a good uncomfortable, the kind you keep testing out to make sure it’s still that kind of uncomfortable.”

  I watched her expression, the look of wonder every time she found a new angle that felt good and repeated it. And then she put her hands on my chest and bounced up and down on my cock, faster and faster, surprising herself with how much pleasure she felt, until she collapsed on top of me.

  “That was crazy and hot, and I kind of want to do it again.” Her words came out choppy and breathless.

  “Kind of?”

  She laughed against my chest. “I was trying to be polite. I definitely want to do it again. And again.”

  I couldn’t agree more, but along with that thought came another, could this thing between us last when shit was so complicated?

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Madison

  “It’s back to normal life for me, little girl.” My words came out in a sing-song voice while I lifted Ava up and down in the air, one of her favorite things to do when she wasn’t crawling or cruising all over the house on her chubby little legs. I was doing my damnedest not to think about Jameson and all the wicked sexy things he did to me, at least not while I had a baby girl in my arms.

  It was hard.

  Really hard.

  But Cal was off doing whatever in the hell he did these days, so I agreed to watch Ava Rose because he didn’t trust his family to look after her any longer. I didn’t mind at all. She was a good baby with a happy temperament, and Monday evenings were a busy workday for me.

  The laptop and phone provided by Sadie sat on a table that was too high for Ava Rose to reach. Those curious little fingers got into everything these days. She was always crawling around, constantly exploring. Soon she would need a full-time nanny. For now, she had me.

  “Ba-ba-ba!” I was never quite sure if she was calling out for a bottle or trying to say a name, or just engaging in baby talk, so I just smiled and tickled her little tummy.

  “Your mama was quiet, not like you, but she loved you to pieces Ava Rose. I hope you remember that,” I told her as the phone buzzed on the table. I sat the little girl on her puzzle mat, slid on the headset to muffle background noises, and answered in my best sultry customer service voice.

  “Elegant Escorts. What is your pleasure this evening?” It was cheesy as fuck, but it never failed to get the guy on the other end of the line rock hard.

  “Yeah, I want to book Brie. She available?”

  I nodded even as my fingers flew over the keyboard, checking her schedule for the night. “She is. How long would you like the pleasure of Brie’s company this evening?”

  The man grunted a response and gave his details before abruptly hanging up.

  “Rude.”

  These guys all acted like they were in some fucking spy movie, all covert and short with words, like they were being wiretapped. I thought it was hilarious, and instead of being offended, I laughed it off and called Brie.

  “Maddie, hey.”

  “Hey, Brie. Got a full night booking for you. Arm candy for a night of gambling and more.”

  “Holy shit, seriously?”

  “Yep. Starting at Black Stallion in an hour. You up for it?”

  “Hell, yeah, I’m up for a full night booking. One cock and a big payout? You’re the best, Miss Madison. Thanks.”

  “No problem. Have fun and be safe.”

  “Yes, mom,” she laughed and ended the call. If they only knew I was barely of legal age.

  It was a weird job at first, taking the bookings and talking to the girls. I expected them to be more reluctant about fucking for money, but they were all super professional. Each girl had her limits and the clients respected them, and more, they treated the guys like dates instead of johns.

  I respected them because they took this job because it gave them the lives they wanted with designer handbags, penthouse apartments, graduate school tuition. They used their beauty and brains to make a shit ton of money. What’s not to respect about that?

  It was a hell of a lot more respectable than my own mom, fucking randos for a six-pack of Bud Light.

  Every call that came in was for a full night booking, which meant my cut would put me that much closer to getting my own place. Molly would need the privacy to recover from whatever hell she’d been going through. She’d need time and peace and with all the money I was making and saving, I could give it to her.

  Thoughts of Molly made my heart hurt because I still hadn’t seen her or talked to her, which fucking sucked. I pushed the French doors a little wider to let some fresh air in because thoughts of Molly always made me feel like I was suffocating. Like someone was pressing down on my chest, harder and harder until I felt like I might black out.

  But voices interrupted that sensation, and my ears perked up.

  “The last fucking thing we need is to give that bitch Beck another excuse to come after us, Sadie, and your obsession with these fucking priests will come back on all of us. Hard.” Jasper’s voice was low and angry. I’d never heard him speak to Sadie like that before.

  She laughed, a dry and humorless sound. “Have I ever let you down, Jasper?”

  “I didn’t pull the fucking trigger,” he growled, his anger palpable. Scary. He sucked in several deep breaths, and when he spoke next, his words were more restrained.

  “It doesn’t matter who did what. What matters is that between Beck’s father and Mueller, the bitch will be up our asses until the day we die.”

  That bitch was definitely Jamie’s partner, Beck. But Mueller? Pull the trigger? Did that mean…no, it couldn’t and even if it did, that was not the kind of shit I wanted to know about.

  “We have to handle her, Jas.” Sadie’s voice was calm but insistent.

  “Fuck that shit, one dead Fed is one too many on our books Sadie. They’ll tear this fucking town apart to find her killer.”

  “Only if they find her body,” Sadie shot back quickly. Too quickly if you asked me. “We’d have to be more careful this time.”

  Jasper let out a bitter laugh. “That makes it sound like we were careful the first time when it was a goddamn shit show.”

  Sadie sighed. “That’s why we have to make sure Beck’s body is never found.”

  “No,” Jasper said again, his tone dark. Determined.

  “What I’d still like to know,” Sadie said, her voice filled with something like pride mixed with amusement, “is how Bonnie found out? The girl didn’t have the brains to figure it out on her own, so the question is how. How, Jas?”

  “I don’t fucking know, Ma, but if you’re suggesting what I think you are, forget it. Cal wouldn’t sell us out, not for anything.”

  I wasn’t so sure about that, but for Cal’s sake, I was glad Jasper refused to believe it.

  “If he was gonna do it, there wouldn’t have been so much fucking tension between him and Bonnie.”

  “Well she found out some way and until we know how, it’s a loose end. I hate loose ends, Jasper.”

  Those words were ominous as hell, and I took a step back away from the doors and picked up Ava.

  That was too much information and none of it I wanted or needed to know. Hell, just knowing that information put me in danger, which meant it could put Molly in danger. If I ever fucking find her.

  I changed the little girl and put her to bed, pacing the length of Cal’s living room in between phone calls, replaying the conversation I couldn’t seem to forget, over and over in my head.

  Should I share this information with Jamie? Yes. If I did, would he arrest Sadie and Jasper? He’d have to, right? Bonnie talking to Mueller would definitely
give them motive to kill her, but why kill Mueller? Because he was a witness? My mind raced with possibilities but none of them equaled Bonnie and Mueller dead.

  “Listen to me, I sound like a bitch who definitely binge watches too many true crime dramas.”

  I did watch a lot of crime shows, but who knew how useful they would end up being in my everyday life?

  Still, it was a lot to think about. This was information Jamie needed to know, but was I really that girl? The one who sells out her friends for really good cock?

  Was I? Are they even my friends?

  No. Jamie wasn’t just a good fuck, he wasn’t just a really good fuck, either. He was my friend. My best friend, actually, and this trigger pulling information would be useful to him, but it would also hurt the Ashby’s and they had done so much for me.

  Fuck. Fuckity-fuck.

  You’re not that kind of family. I hadn’t stopped thinking about those words Sadie said to Terry, because they made me wonder what kind of family I was. I’d barely known these people for over a year and Terry and Emmett grew up with them, which meant I was no family at all.

  Which meant I wasn’t safe from shifting winds and changing loyalties.

  I wasn’t safe here at all.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Jameson

  Sitting across from the Nevada Assistant Director in Charge of the FBI early as hell in the morning made me feel like me and my friends had been called to the Principal’s office. The ADIC, Sam Shiner, was a stern looking man with a salt and pepper moustache that was about twenty years out of style. He wore a plain white dress shirt with short sleeves, a leather strap watch and a faded strip on his left finger that explained the frustration and exhaustion he wore like a blazer.

  “How in the fuck did you three find out about Richie?” His question seemed to be more amused than worried, which meant maybe he wasn’t dirty.

  Maybe.

  “Regular investigative means,” Agent Marshall answered diplomatically.

  “Right.” Shiner sifted through four large binders like he was searching for something specific, but it was all for show. I had a feeling this whole damn meeting was just for show. “What you need to know is that Richie Mueller was an undercover officer for the past thirteen years. He’s helped rescue tens of thousands of trafficked women and children.”