by Jordan Marie
“Tell me how you found out your brother was missing.”
She stiffens in my arms, and I hate that I took the playful look off her face. I’m even starting to hate the fact that I’m the fucker who has her brother.
“Allen always disappears. I’ve grown used to it. He fell into the wrong crowd when we were younger and despite everything I tried, I wasn’t able to pull him back. I’ve been losing my brother for years.”
“And you still are trying to find him?”
“He’s my brother. The only family I have.”
“What if he gets you hurt in the meantime?”
“I can take care of myself. Been doing it for a long time now.”
I don’t like that reply. I don’t like it at all. There’s fuck-all I can say, though.
“Where was the last place he was seen?” I ask, even as I’m kicking myself. What would she do if I took her to her brother now? He’s slowly healing. I didn’t want him looking as if he was a step away from death, in case I had to show him to Ana. I’m not desperate enough to use him to get Ana in my bed; I knew I could manage that on my own. But to keep her from getting the police into checking my club out and other things in hopes of finding him? That’s the reason—and the only reason—her brother is still drawing air.
“Your club, The Stable.” It takes all my years of playing poker and bluffing my way out of tight spots combined not to react. “It’s why I started working for you in the first place. The Stable wasn’t hiring. I had dancing experience. Dive was hiring.”
“How did you know I owned both?”
She shrugs, taking a drink of her coffee. “That was a coincidence. I had been living in Boca, a little over an hour from here. I needed a job here in Miami that would pay decent and keep me in the general area. It worked out.”
“Conveniently,” I answer, making a note to have my man track down more info about her being in Boca. I didn’t recall that in the file Joe showed me.
“I’m not going to lie, Roman. I’m glad it did, and not just because of my brother,” she whispers.
“Really?” I ask, letting myself get lost in the look in her eyes. My hand slides along the inside of her thigh, stopping just an inch from her pussy. The heat I feel from her even through her jeans is intense. The muscles in her thighs tighten under my hand.
“Really,” she whispers.
“I’ll get my people working on trying to track your brother down.” Her body goes tense in my arms.
“You mean it?”
“I don’t waste my time saying things I don’t mean, pet. You need to prepare yourself, though; if he’s as far gone as you say he is, there might not be any saving him.” Her violet eyes go sad and I find myself wishing I was a different person, a man who could slay dragons for her. Fuck. I need inside her so these damn reactions to her will stop. The best remedy I’ve found for almost anything is to fuck it out of your system. Ana is just one more in a list. Fucking her until I grow bored will be more pleasurable than anything I’ve done before.
“Roman?” she asks, that pretty little tongue of hers coming out to catch a drop of syrup on her lip.
“Yes, pet?”
“Take me home.”
Her voice is husky, and those damn eyes of hers are liquid. I know what she needs, but I want the words.
“Why, Ana?”
“I need you to fuck me,” she says bluntly, and though her voice is soft, the people around us can hear and she doesn’t seem to give a damn. I throw a hundred on the table and stand up, bringing Ana with me. Her body is close to mine, her legs wrapped around my hips, her hands hugging my neck while she buries her head in my chest. The sound of the chair I was sitting in, scraping and rocking from my quick movements are echoed, because the room goes silent. I walk her straight out to the limo, ignoring everyone but Ana.
Chapter Twenty
Ana
Roman somehow manages to fit his wide frame and mine through the door of the limo. He even manages to get the car door closed. That’s good because I immediately go to my knees on the floor, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I get the top part of his chest exposed, then stretch up to drag my tongue along the skin, licking and placing gentle kisses. I’m hoping if I distract him enough that he forgets about the fucking slip I made.
It was a damned rookie mistake. How could I have said he was the reason I started working at Dive? I hope I covered good enough, but the minute the words left my mouth, I saw questions in Roman’s face. So I did what women everywhere have been doing for years: I distracted him with sex.
It’s just one more thing for Paul to throw in my face later.
I can’t worry about that right now, because what started out as distraction has turned into a wildfire that is definitely out of control. I start to work on more buttons, eager to taste the salty male flavor that is Roman. He stops me by wrapping his fist in my hair and yanking my head back hard. My heart rockets into my throat thinking I’ve failed and he’s about to interrogate me about our conversation. I’m so fucked up over Roman. I’d never admit it to Paul, but I’m losing sight of the reason I’m here. I’m losing sight that this is about my own brother, so much so that when he pulls my hair so violently that the rough pain shoots through my body, my pussy quakes with need. I can feel the effect he has on me by the way the insides of my thighs grow wet.
“Undo my pants,” his dark voice orders.
His eyes are deep and intense and they spear through me. I swallow nervously as I bring my hands to his belt, unlatching. My eyes drift up to his as I slip the top button of his slacks loose and then carefully slide the zipper down. The look on his face is beautiful. It’s almost as if he’s in pain. I want to keep looking but his cock instantly springs out, demanding attention. There’s so much to be said about a man going commando, and all of it is good.
I bend down to run my tongue up the front of his cock when he pulls hard on my hair again. “Did I say you could have my cock, pet?”
The tone of his voice, the look on his face, and the way he keeps demanding I ask for permission all combine together and explode inside of me in a way that sends shockwaves through my body that all detonate in my pussy and causes a mini-orgasm. I shiver in response. “No, Roman,” I tell him, my voice in a tone I have never heard from myself before. It’s so full of need.
“You must learn who is in control. Lock your hands behind your back, grab your wrists, and no matter what, you keep them there. Understand?”
Just like that, my breath goes ragged. I put my hands behind my back and do as he instructed. He gets a ghost of a smile on his face. I want to keep watching it, but my eyes are pulled back to his cock as he holds it in his hand. Everything about Roman is larger than life, but when his hand wraps around the base of his cock, it does nothing but accentuate how truly large he is. He pulls me in close, close enough that his dick is right there but I have to reach to touch it. I do it automatically, but at the first sting of pain, I look up at him instinctively. He nods his head in agreement to a question I wasn’t even aware I was asking. I strain against his hold to run my tongue up the front of his shaft. It pulls my hair; he’s not giving me an inch of movement, but his groan encourages me to keep pushing. When I reach the head of his dick and the taste of his pre-cum gathers on the tip of my tongue, I moan. I fight harder against his restraint to take just the tip into my mouth. I close my lips against him, sucking hard while my tongue tries to find that small valley where more of his pre-cum is. I want more. I need it like I need my next breath. When he doesn’t let my mouth slide further, I pull away.
“Roman,” I whimper, sounding desperate. How did I get here this quickly? How can I need him so deeply? It’s as if he has become a missing element in my life that I need to breathe. Food. Sleep. Air. Roman. He’s becoming that essential. I block out the warning bells that admission sets off.
“Patience, pet,” his voice grumbles.
I want to yell, but I don’t. He brings his cock to my mouth and pushes hi
s shaft against it. His hand tightens in my hair, preventing me from taking him inside. Instead, he moves it along my lips, painting them with the evidence of his need. Just when I’m about to scream, he pushes his cock inside my mouth. I hum my approval around it. I have very little control, but he allows me to sink lower on his shaft. He’s so wide that it’s almost painful to close my lips around him. I let my tongue play with him and suck him until he’s halfway in my mouth. That’s as much as I can comfortably take. Then, I glide back up. I repeat over and over, hearing Roman whispering soft praises in the background. With each note of approval, I take him a little more until his dick is at the back of my throat.
I gag around him and Roman is quick to back out. He stops me when his tip is still at my lips. “You have to learn to take all of me, Ana. I’m not going to want to go without your mouth.”
Wrong or not, his words make another quake of excitement rumble through me. Determined to show him I can take whatever he gives me, when he pushes my head back down on his shaft, I do my best to position my tongue so that when I take him to the back of my throat, my gag reflex doesn’t get triggered. I hum around his cock when I feel him leaking down my throat. I breathe through my nose, my eyes going to his. The look in his eyes spurs me on and I swallow, letting the motion of my throat muscles convulse against his head. His fingers flex in my hair and he groans. It probably sounds silly, but that simple noise he gives me makes me feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world.
Now he takes over, pulling my head back and pushing it down in a steady rhythm. He starts slow and I have time to use my tongue to tease him. My mission is to push him over the edge, to make him lose that tight leash he keeps on himself. His speed increases then, almost violently, and I can do nothing but take it as he rams his cock in and out of my mouth. He’s in control of everything. He’s in control of me. I try to watch the changes in him because I know he’s getting close, but it’s impossible. I’m consumed with the way he fills my mouth, the hard veins that are throbbing and pulsating, his taste filling me. He uses his cock as a weapon, fucking my face hard. My body is a bundle of nerves and the slightest touch would set me off and he’s not even touched me.
“I’m getting ready to come, Ana. I’m going to come and fill that pretty mouth and you’re going to suck it all down. Swallow every fucking drop. Do you hear me, pet?” he growls, holding my head still.
I’d talk if I could, but my mouth is full of dick—of Roman. In the end, all I can do his hum my agreement. That seems to be enough because he thrusts me down on his shaft again and again before erupting with a growl. His cum slides down my throat in waves and I open my eyes to watch as the climax moves through him. Beautiful.
Chapter Twenty-One
Roman
I pull Ana up beside me. She stretches out on the seat, rubbing against me like a cat begging to be petted. Her head rests in my lap against my undone pants. Her hair is ruffled and finally completely out of order. It’s much hotter than I even imagined. I run my fingers through it while I catch my breath. I hit the intercom when I finally remember I have yet to tell Robert where to take us.
“Robert, take us back to Ana’s apartment.”
“Yes, sir,” he responds and I click it off.
“My apartment?”
“It’s closer and I need you in a bed, pet,” I tell her, not bothering to expand. The plain truth is that if I don’t get inside of her soon, my dick is going to drive me mad. I just came inside of that sweet mouth of hers and I’m still hard as a hammer. There’s only so much control a man can have—even me.
She pulls my shirt up and places a kiss against my stomach before sitting up. Regretfully, I fix my pants, adjusting my damn dick because we should be at her apartment in about fifteen minutes.
“We’ll have to hurry. I’ll need to get to work so I have time to run through my sets and pick out the costumes and things.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Roman,” she starts, and my hand goes to the side of her neck and I pull her face into mine, my grip not hard enough to hurt her, but firm enough so that she is reminded who’s in charge.
“My woman doesn’t strip for other men, Ana.”
“Your woman? Listen Roman, we just started seeing each other and you knew I was a stripper before this started!”
“We’re doing a hell of a lot more than just seeing each other. My cock was just in that throat of yours. My cum is in your stomach. If you think I’m going to let you dance for another man after the dance you gave me in that room, Ana, you’re fucking crazy.”
Her head snaps back, but I just increase my hold on her, not letting her pull away.
“That was different! I don’t dance for other men! I told you that! Of all the pigheaded, egotistical, juvenile—”
“Ana, that’s enough. I didn’t mean that you would. I’m just telling you that I’ve claimed this body and there’s not another man out there who’s going to get a look at what is mine. And, pet, let us be clear: you are mine.”
She goes still, but most of all she shuts up. “You don’t know me.”
“I know all I need to know and I plan on learning much more.”
“You might not like what you find.”
“And I may like it even more,” I tell her.
She’s cute. Is she worried that her past is something that will bother me? That I will hold it against her? It’s her that needs to learn who I am. I’ll teach her that, too. In time. It’s occurred to me that what I’m talking about is something more than just sex. I’m not going to spend time thinking about it. I want her and it’s not showing signs of lessening. Actually, something that has never happened to me in my lifetime is going on. The more I’m around Ana, the more I want her. I’m not growing bored. I’m showing no signs of boredom. Usually one time is enough to take off the new, wear the edge down. Maybe it’s because I haven’t actually been inside of her yet. Fuck if I know; I just know nothing is happening like I thought it would. I have a sneaking suspicion Ana is a game-changer.
“What am I supposed to do if I don’t work? Jesus, Roman, I have to work. I have bills and I like having a roof over my head. Besides that, I’m not one to sit around and do nothing. I’ve worked since I was sixteen.”
“You’ll live with me.”
“I can’t—Wait a minute. What did you say?”
“You don’t need to worry about a roof over your head. You’ll stay under my roof.”
“I can’t move in with you! We just met.”
“I’ve had my face buried between your legs and my dick in your mouth. I think that means more than how long we’ve actually known each other.”
“That’s what you’re basing asking a woman to move in with you on? Because we got each other off? Jesus, your house must be crowded. Where do you keep all of the women?”
“You’re entirely too mouthy for my peace of mind, pet. Believe it or not, there’s never been another woman in my house. For you, I’m making an exception. I have a feeling it won’t be the first.”
“Mouthy? I’d take exception to that, but I think you just shocked me into silence.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible.”
Ana does something else that shocks me. She sticks her tongue out at me. For the first time that I can remember in what has to be years, I throw my head back and laugh.
“You’re really beautiful when you laugh, Roman,” Ana whispers softly.
I bring my eyes back to her face at her words and take in the sweet way she’s looking at me. Men would go off to war and die, all for the chance to protect that face. I pull her to me and take her mouth. Five minutes. Five minutes until we get to her apartment and then I’m fucking her brains out.
My cell phone rings in my pocket and I pull away from Ana after dragging my tongue against hers one last time. I look at my phone. When I see Bruno’s number, I know I’m in trouble.
“Yeah?” I grunt, answering it.
“Boss, we got problems.”
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“I’m getting fucking tired of hearing that.”
“The warehouse was just broken into.”
“What happened to the guards?” I growl, anger rolling through me.
“Two dead. Four unconscious.”
My hand tightens up on the phone. I’d like to throw the damn thing. “Who are the two who died?”
“Ivan and Reese.”
“Fuck,” I groan, holding my head down. “Have you told their families?”
“No, boss. I just called the rest of the cleanup crew out and called you.”
“Any idea who did it?”
“They were gone when we got here, but, boss…”
“Spit it out, Bruno, what did the cameras show?”
“One of the security cameras, the new one we put in across the street, showed Banks.”
“I’ll be there in five. I want the cleaning crew called out and I’ll go talk to Ivan’s wife. Reese didn’t have anyone but his mother. She’s still in that nursing home. I’ll go there tomorrow. Keep a lock on this shit. The last thing these ladies need to hear is about their men before I can talk to them.”
“You got it,” Bruno says and I hang up.
I turn to look at Ana and worry is etched all over her face.
“I take it our plans have changed,” she says as the car comes to a stop.
“I’m sorry, Ana. I can’t.”
“It’s okay, Roman. Go do what you have to do. I’ll be here when you get back,” she tells me as Robert opens the door.
I cup her face in my hand. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Her hand moves over my wrist that is resting on her collarbone. She squeezes it, encouragingly. “Someone died?” she questions, and I fight against my need to reassure her. I can’t trust anyone—especially a woman—with my business, no matter how the look in her eyes makes me want to trust her.
“Two of my men,” I answer, compromising. Even giving her that much makes me want to kick my ass.
