by A. M. Myers
“I have a surprise for you.”
He frowns, looking down the length of my body. “Give it to me later.”
“I can’t.” I laugh as he tries to peel my shirt over my head and I stop him. “I have to show you now.”
“Is it under here?” he asks, grinning and his eyes shining with mischief as he tries to take my shirt off again. Giggling, I bat his hands away before pushing him back toward his chair.
“Yes. Now, take your clothes off.”
His brows shoot up in surprise but he grins as he takes a few steps backward before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. His eyes never leave mine as he reaches for his jeans, unbuttoning them and shoving them to the floor with his briefs. I drop my gaze as he wraps his hand around his already hard cock and my pussy throbs as heat rushes through my body. I look up and arch a brow. He shrugs.
“I might have been getting a little impatient,” he answers, all nonchalant as he continues pumping his shaft. His eyes burn into mine as I nod in reply and try to catch my breath. Watching him stroke himself is sexy enough but when you add in the fact that I already know how amazing he can make me feel with that cock, it’s almost too much to bear. “Now what?”
Smiling, I nod to his office chair. “Sit down.”
He sinks into his office chair, slowly stroking his length as his gaze roams over my body and a devilish grin lights up his face. “Your turn.”
“You have to close your eyes first,” I instruct him and he happily complies, still pumping his cock slowly. Inside, my belly is doing flips and my heart is pounding with excitement and nerves as I reach down and grab the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I toss it to the floor next to his and shimmy out of my shorts before spreading my legs a little wider than normal and leaning back against the bookcase.
Shit.
I wish I would have brought some heels with me.
“Okay,” I whisper, each breath ringing in my ears and his eyes snap open before widening.
“Where in the fuck…” he breathes, his gaze locked onto my bare tits as my nipples tighten with need. Oh, God, I love it when he looks at me like that. “…did you get that?”
I push off of the bookcase and take slow, deliberate steps toward him but it doesn’t feel quite the same without my heels and my nerves kick in again. God, what the hell is wrong with me? This is tame compared to the stuff I usually do on the stage but I feel like a goddamn virgin right now. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Absolutely,” he vows. I bite back a nervous giggle at how eager he is and wonder what else I could get him to agree to right now. I’m pretty sure he would say yes to just about anything I asked.
“Do you promise not to tell anyone?” I ask, stepping up beside him and trailing the tips of my fingers up his arm as I move behind him. He shudders, goose bumps popping up behind my touch, and nods, dropping his head back just enough to watch me.
“Yeah. Cross my heart and everything, Princess.”
Smiling at the nickname he has given me, I strut back around to stand in front of him before leaning in and bracing my hands on his knees. His gaze falls to my tits again and his Adam’s apple bobs as he licks his lips and strokes his cock a little faster. “I was stripping in Alaska.”
His eyes flick to mine and I can see the surprise shining back at me as my stomach churns and my heart stalls in my chest. Oh, God, please don’t think the worst of me…
“Oh, yeah? You gonna show me some of your moves, baby?” he asks and it’s exactly what I needed to hear to embolden me to do just that. I nod, standing up and slowly turning to give him a chance to get his fill before I sit back in his lap, rocking my hips and rubbing against his cock. Warm breath hits my neck as he leans forward with a groan and his fingers dig into my hip. I slap his hand away, despite every cell in my body screaming at me to let him touch me.
“No touching the dancers.”
He arches a brow as I lay back against him, rolling my body against every hard muscle as I hook my arm around his neck. Turning into me, his lips brush my throat and I fight to keep my eyes open as my belly clenches and a shudder rocks through me.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
“For now,” I whisper as I brush my fingers over my nipple, teasing him with what he can’t have just yet as I release a heavy breath. My breasts ache and I imagine him pinching one between his fingers while he leans down and sucks the other into his mouth. A moan slips between my lips and his body tenses underneath me.
“And what if I don’t want to follow your rules?” He nips at my earlobe, pulling another moan from my lips and I move away as I shake my head and ignore his question. Bracing my hands on his knees again, I begin rocking against him, rubbing my ass against his erection at an excruciating slow pace and drawing out the pleasure and pain before leaning back again.
“Tell me what you like.”
“You,” he groans in my ear, his cock jerking against me and I can feel his fingers twitching against my sides, desperate to reach out. My nipples ache fiercely, begging to be touched, and every inch of my skin is on fire, desperate for him. Wetness coats the insides of my thighs and my pussy is throbbing with need as I think about him putting his hands on me. Turns out, I’m torturing myself just as much as him.
“Do you want to touch me?” I ask.
He sneaks a light caress against my leg before pulling his hand back, almost like he couldn’t stop himself any longer and it’s sexier than I imagined. “Fuck yes.”
I grab his hand and place it on my belly before slowly lowering it toward my pussy as his breathing grows rough behind me. “I’ll let you touch one thing only and when I say stop, you have to stop.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Rowan,” he whispers, his voice full of grit, and it sends a shiver up my spine but I don’t stop. I open my legs and slide his hand in between them.
“Jesus fucking Christ, they’re crotchless?” he hisses in my ear as his fingers find my clit and massage the little bundle of nerves. He sinks his teeth into my neck and I jerk against him, goose bumps covering my entire body as I reach behind me and grip his hair.
He growls, “Come here.”
Before I even have a chance to stop him, he pushes me out of his lap and spins me around before pulling me back to him as he stands. His lips slam against mine, his kiss fierce, as he pulls my hair and I cry out. He swallows up the sound as he walks us backward toward the bed. Just before we reach the mattress, he lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses my back against the wall. Moaning into his kiss, I roll my hips against him, rubbing up the length of his cock and when the head hits my clit, my eyes roll back in my head. He rips his lips from mine before wrapping his hand around my throat, his eyes blazing. My heart jumps into my throat and my pussy clenches at the feeling of his fingers around my neck.
“You like that, Princess?”
My eyes almost roll back in my head as I nod. “Yes.”
“Fuck,” he growls, releasing his hand and pulling me away from the wall before tossing me on the mattress like I weigh nothing at all. He looks predatory as he stares down at me and I swear I can see all the things he wants to do to me playing out in his gaze. God, I want that, too. I need him on top of me, inside me, all around me but he just watches me, amplifying my desperation for him, before he bends down and scoops something up off of the floor. I drag my gaze away from his face and my eyes widen when I see the belt in his hand. My belly flips and my pussy clenches again as warmth floods my body.
What in the hell is he going to do with that?
And why does it excite me so damn much?
I don’t get long to think of possibilities as he moves on top of me and throws one of my legs over his shoulder before dragging my hands above my head and wrapping the belt around my wrists, tightening it. With the belt still in his hand, he slams his fist into the mattress, keeping me secure and completely at his mercy. My clit throbs for relief and I swear
to God, I’m fucking dripping but he’s barely done anything to me yet.
He meets my gaze again and holds it as he drops a hand between my thighs and slips two fingers inside me. Gasping, I arch off the bed and he presses his lips against mine to silence me. My entire body trembles beneath him, pleading for the release that is just below the surface and as he takes his time building me up with slow strokes of his fingers, my body screams for more. I writhe underneath him, begging with everything but my words to give me what I need. He doesn’t and each time I try to urge him to go faster by rocking my hips up into his hand, he pulls away, kissing my body instead to draw out the torture before slipping back between my thighs. Sweat rolls down the side of my face and my legs are shaking but he won’t let me come and just when I think I’m about to lose my mind, his hand disappears and the head of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Yes,” I say, something between a hiss and a plea, and he pulls back to look in my eyes. I nod, desperate for him to move. To emphasize my point, I lift my hips off the bed, rubbing against him and he groans, his eyes closing. “Please. I need you, Travis.”
His eyes spring open and I watch as the final thread of his restraint snaps. He surges forward, filling me completely and I turn my head into my arm to mask my scream as he releases a low groan that makes me shudder around him.
“Fuck, Rowan,” he hisses as he pulls back and thrusts forward again, dragging another moan out of me. I know I need to be quiet but I really can’t help it. Not when he’s doing this to me. Not when it feels this damn good. Grinning, he leans in closer and clamps his hand over my mouth as he increases his pace, fucking me so hard that I am pretty sure the earth moves beneath us. “What have I told you about being quiet, Princess?”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice muffled by his hand and he pulls it away. “Please, Travis. I need to come…. I’ll do anything.”
He releases the belt holding my hands and I quickly wiggle out of it before he hands me a pillow and winks. “Scream into this.”
That’s all the warning I get before he pins my legs back against the mattress and begins fucking me with such ferocity that I lose all track of time. The only things that matter are him and the way he is wringing every drop of pleasure from my body. I cling to the pillow and scream his name into it more times than I can count, my body building to impossible heights before I explode, crying out as my release tears through my body and my legs shake but even that doesn’t slow him down. He continues driving into me again and again as he groans and his heavy breaths fill the room. He pulls the pillow from my face and leans down to kiss me, releasing my legs as his lips meet mine. I wrap them around his hips and throw my arms over his shoulders as I feel myself teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“Travis,” I breathe against his kiss. “I’m going to come again.”
“Do it,” he demands as he reaches between us and flicks his thumb over my clit before circling it. It’s all the encouragement I need. My back arches off the bed as my pussy clenches around him with my second release, this one stronger than the first and he grits his teeth. His muscles tense and he thrusts into me one last time, releasing a long, drawn out groan before dropping his head to my chest and blowing out a breath. “Holy shit.”
I nod because I honestly don’t think I have the strength to do anything else right now and he rolls to my side, lying on his back as he pulls me to his chest and rests his hand on my back. It feels so damn comfortable and easy to be here with him and we just lie in the silence for a while, catching our breath as he drags his fingers across my skin.
“So, I have a question about this whole stripper thing,” he says after a while and I pull back to look at him, arching a brow. I knew this was coming.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
He pulls away just enough to roll to his side so he can face me and I do the same. “Can you actually dance on a pole? Like all those crazy moves and stuff?”
“Yeah,” I answer with a laugh. “I started taking lessons just so I didn’t look like an idiot on stage but then I started to really like it so I kept doing it.”
He makes a face. “Hmm…”
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m just thinking about how I could sneak a stripper pole into my room ‘cause that is something I definitely want to see.”
“Not going to happen,” I say, laughing as I settle back into his arms and he lets out a little huff of annoyance as he pulls me closer.
“Why not? I want to see all your tricks.”
“Baby, even with what just happened, you still haven’t even seen a fraction of my tricks. Why don’t you learn all those first before you worry about the pole?”
He grins and presses his lips to my forehead. “I can’t fucking wait.”
Chapter Twelve
Travis
“Come on, you son of a bitch,” I hiss, gritting my teeth as my fingers fly across my keyboard and I lean in closer to the monitor like it’s going to somehow help me crack this whole thing wide open. “Fucking show me something.”
I’ve been up here all goddamn day, digging into every aspect of Warren Ehlye’s life only to hit dead end after dead end and my patience is gone at this point, fucking non-existent. Hours ago, I thought, maybe, I had finally found something when I stumbled across a bank account in Warren’s name but after further digging, I realized he only uses the damn thing to pull money out of ATMs so it’s not like I can even track his fucking spending. In the end, it was zero help. When I hit another dead end, I ball my fists up with a yell, resigning the urge to fling the keyboard across the room, and fall back into my chair.
Fuck, I need a break.
Just one goddamn break.
Oh, and also, fuck this sadistic asshole and his stupid fucking mind games.
God, I want to put my fist through a wall.
Turning to look out of the window, I blow out a breath and try to calm myself down as I unclench my shaking hands and lay them flat against my thighs. There is a pounding in my ears and lights flash in my vision as memories bombard me.
Of course.
As if this wasn’t hard enough on me already but now Warren’s little game is reminding me of shit I’ve worked too fucking hard to keep buried.
I’m sure that’s what he wants, though.
He wants me to lose control.
“Breathe, asshole,” I whisper to myself, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath through my nose as I attempt to push the memories away. “Think of something happy.”
Rowan’s face pops into my mind and I smile as I feel some of the tension seep out of me. I focus on her, remembering the little show she put on for me last night and how fucking sexy she looked before my mind drifts to the day before that when she kissed me as I was spiraling out of control. I don’t know what it is about her but she calms everything and makes me feel like it’s not an impossible task to find this jackass. Opening my eyes, I release a breath and look at the screen, my mind clearer than a moment ago. When I searched for other properties in Warren’s name, there were none which means he’s got to be renting something. The problem is that it’s not hard to find a landlord that will let you pay in cash and there is no way to track it if you want to stay off the radar, which he clearly does. His bank account flickers through my mind and I remember a charge of four hundred dollars on the first of every month from an ATM and I turn back to the computer. Maybe if I look up the address of the ATM he pulled the money from each month, I could find out the general area he’s living in.
Yeah, the smart thing for him to do would be to pull cash away from home but then that would leave a radius where he never gets cash which would also give away his location. Warren has proven how smart he is in the past though, so he is probably pulling cash out all over the city, changing when and where he does it so it can’t be tracked by me. Honestly, I’m not expecting to find anything because he would never be this careless but I still have to check. Just like I thought, his AT
M transactions are completely sporadic and they don’t give me a clue as to where he’s staying. Leaning back in my chair, I stare at the screen as I try to come up with another way to track him.
“Four hundred dollars,” I mutter, shaking my head as I lean forward again. It’s not a lot to live on so he’s either renting an absolute shit hole or he has roommates.
Holy fuck… what if he has a partner?
I haven’t been able to find any evidence to suggest that it’s true but he hasn’t been above using other people to do his dirty work in the past so it’s possible. Jesus, it makes perfect sense. That’s why we can’t track him or get anywhere on this case because not only is he probably using an alias but he has someone he’s working with, someone that can do things like own property or rent cars. Fuck me. He’s buried under so many layers that I don’t stand a chance. Warren is a fucking ghost and that is exactly the way he wants it. It gives him all the freedom he needs to tear this club apart one little piece at a time but who in the fuck would agree to partner with him?
Someone who hates us as much as he does?
Someone he manipulated?
Fuck, I don’t even know where to start and there are just too many possibilities to figure it out. It frustrates me more than anything else. I like having the answer. I like being the guy that my brothers can call on when they need help but, in this, I’m fucking useless. And my uselessness is going to get someone I care about hurt… or worse. Turning to look at the door to my room, I think about everyone that is in this clubhouse right now and how much they mean to me. It’s more than they even realize. When I joined this club, I was so fucking lost and angry but they gave me a purpose and a family when I thought I would never have either. Losing them, any of them… it would kill me.
My phone rings on the desk, snapping me out of my thoughts and I shake my head as I scoop it up and glance down at the screen as Storm’s name stares back at me.
“Hey, what’s up?” I answer and he sighs.
