Brutal (21 page)

As I'm pulling his boxers down, his eyes don’t leave mine, and his watching me undress him is hot. Actually, me preparing to suck him while he sits on my chair is hot. Boxers thrown, I run my hands up his thighs and signal him to part them for me so I can move in. He does so without question, and when I get in place his hands find my hair and I find myself practically foaming at the mouth for a taste of him.

The time for teasing has passed, I mean business and I let him know that when I lick my lips then plunge. He moans loud and fists my hair tighter. Closing my eyes, I suck and pull while my hands grip his thighs for support. As his moans increase, so does my suction, followed by my speed. He pulls my hair tight, so I suck harder. When he starts to grunt, I focus on going deeper, sucking him harder and even grazing him with my teeth. He’s shifting, trying not to fuck my mouth, so I take him even deeper, forcing him to do what comes naturally. Just before I take him to the back of my throat, he pulls my hair so hard I have no choice but to stop, look up, and see what I’ve done wrong.

“If you’re hell bent on sucking me off, you’re gonna look at me while you do it.” He releases my hair some, and then continues. “This ain’t no competition, Angel. That chick's gettin’ paid to make noise. You ain’t gettin’ paid, and your mouth is fucking priceless. You wanna suck me, Angel?”

“Yes.”

“Then you tune that shit out. You win, hands down. Understand me?”

Nodding my head was all I could do, All I heard was ‘suck me’ and I was eager to get back to it. Taking himself in hand, he pulls me toward him again, putting my hands back on his thighs, he gives me a hard tug.

“Eyes up, Angel.”

He stops stroking, giving me the green light to continue. I went back at it like a woman starved. Sure, porn is hot but what we’ve got going on right now? Way fucking hotter. Keeping eye contact is easy, because I want to see every expression he has, and from here I can. Stringing foul words together to make one continuous sentence, I’m able to make out key words. Those words are telling me he’s getting close.

“Keep looking at me,” he says, pulling my hair again to keep my attention. “I wanna watch you get off Angel, show me how you like it.”

So, I do. Watching him, working him, I spread my own legs apart, working myself with my right hand. Jesus, he’s moaning, I’m moaning. He’s close, I’m close. Staring at each other, I watch him remove his left hand from my hair, but I can’t follow it when my mouth is filled with cock and I’m close to coming on my own fingers.

He brings his left hand into play when he grabs his balls, then lets out a deep grunt. Now his hips are bucking, seriously fucking my mouth, and my technique is getting sloppy. There’s too much happening right now to stay focused.

“I’m close, Angel,” he forces out. “You close?”

Not missing a beat, I give him a ‘mmhmm’ then watch his eyes rolls back. That’s new. I do it again, then again. Each time I do it, his eyes roll then snap right back onto mine. Rubbing myself harder, taking him as deep as I can, there’s no help for it, I start moaning so loud I can feel the vibration in my own mouth.

“Swallow me, Angel, fuck!” he yells, then coats my throat completely. I'm following right behind him as my own orgasm blisters through me so hard, leaving me barely able not to bite down on him when my body locks up. Three more hard bucks into my mouth and two swallows later, I lay my head in his lap with a smile on my face, feeling like a fucking champ.

“Damn, Angel,” he says, pulling me up and wrapping my arms around his neck. He carries me into the bathroom and starts a shower.

“How’d I do?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“I’m no expert but a woman puts her mouth on a man’s cock, he likes it.
You
put your mouth on
my
cock, I get a taste of heaven.”

What else is there to say? He liked it, and that’s all I care about. We showered slow, went to the kitchen and ate slow, too.  After that? I was in no hurry to be anywhere else.

I
was on cloud fucking nine until I called the Captain. One phone call put a serious damper on shit. The number of missing girls is climbing, and these are the just the ones we know about. No telling how many unknowns are unaccounted for. Rafe has Macy covered, following her to Eastern Market while she shops. According to him, she shops a lot, and it’s making him hungry. Angel is in the shower, and as much as I don’t want the weekend to start, it has to. We need answers, and that club is where we’ll find them. Macy is due to come into the club tonight with a friend, so I’ll get a chance to touch base with Rafe, plus have an extra set of eyes and ears.

My piece alerts me to an incoming call to her phone, so I act interested in the files in front of me while she answers from the kitchen. It’s Max, and he wants her to come in an hour early. He never makes a play for her, which keeps him breathing. Coming early doesn’t seem strange for staff, but she’s not staff, she’s the entertainment. I was barely listening until he said to leave me behind. Red fucking alert. She refuses, but Max stands firm that I cannot be in the room where the meeting will take place. She is pissed, so am I, but I’ll still hear what’s being said, whether I listen in or she tells me.

She disconnects and comes stomping into the room. It’s amazing to see this side of her, too. My Angel has so many sides. In an effort not to smile at her, I pretend to be all business, while remembering that I belong to her. No one has ever liked me, let alone wanted me, more than anything else. That’s fucking major.

“We have a problem,” she begins. “Max wants me to come in an hour early…without you.”

“Not happening.”

“Agreed,” she says. “I want you outside the door.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” she asks. “Just like that?”

“Just like that,” I tell her. “We’re partners. I’ll cover you from the outside, and you’ll tell me what happened on the inside.”

“Huh.”

“Did you expect a different answer?” I smile.

“Actually,” she smiles. “Yeah, I did.”

“I’m very agreeable,” I say, my smile changing into a smirk.

“You’re fucking hot when you’re agreeable,” she purrs, and I may have blushed, god dammit.

“I trust you,” I say. “You trust me, right?”

“Totally.”

“Fuckin’ a,” I say, shoving my tongue down her throat. She trusts me. That’s right up there with wanting me.

While she’s getting ready for work, I bring her a cup, setting it next to her. She smiles and points to her phone, letting me know she’s talking. My piece was alerting me, but I figured it was Macy and just recorded it. It wasn’t Macy, it was Miguel, and some other guy I don’t know. Telling her about the missing girls, that some girls from other cities were missing too. No families to look for them, or they're too poor to do it, trusting the cops to bring them home. She disconnects with Miguel, and then comes out to see me. We need answers, but I need her to bring this up to me first, before I blow my cover.  I can’t even think straight when she comes strutting in with six inch leather boots, fishnets, a school girl skirt, and corset. Fuck me, but I’m officially a sucker for pig tails.

“You ain’t wearing that out,” I ground out. “Go change.”

“I am.” She smiles. “And if you’re really good, you can take it off later…with your teeth.”

“Fuck. At least put a coat on.”

“Miguel called,” she says. “Word has gotten back to him on the girls. Numbers are growing, and different cities now, too. It’s escalating. Macy is bringing a friend to the club tonight, but I need cover for her.”

“I’ll have her covered.”

“What does the Captain say?”

“To do what it takes. So I will. Macy will be protected.”

“By who?”

“I have Rafe shadowing her.”

“That’s solid, yeah?” she asks. “Okay, I’m cool with that. Make sure he isn’t seen, because she’ll fucking flip.”

“Done. Now, let’s get you to work. After you put a coat on.” I smile.

She rolls her eyes, but complies. Ain’t no way I want every motherfucker on the street seeing her skin or her wings. The club is dark, which takes my jealously down a notch. A tiny notch, but still.

M
eeting early isn’t totally out of character, but we usually stay late versus come early. I text Macy, and she confirms she’s coming with Ben, a friend from school. He’s pre-med, too. I feel better about Rafe shadowing her. I don’t care for him much, but he is a solid cop. A dick, yes, but good at his job.

The club is getting set up, and the boys are working on my platform. I wave and head to my locker to put my bag away. Rogan is waiting at the bar, and the cop in him is showing. I end up getting stuck by some of the wait staff asking for requests, which I don’t do, so I remind them of it. They pout, but go away. I look for Rogan, and he’s already two steps ahead, waiting on the opposite side of Max’s door. I nod when I pass him, and head in.

“You are bangin’ in that outfit Baby,” says Tony, smirking like a motherfucker.

“Damn,” says Max.

“You,” I say, pointing to Tony. “Don’t start. And you,” I say, pointing to Max. “Start talking.”

“Girls are going missing. A few have been regulars here, we think,” says Max. “Keep both eyes open up there. You’ve got the best view of the place.”

“I disagree,” says Tony. “I think the view from my booth is the best view, but he’s right, keep your eyes open.”

“Uh huh,” I say, playing dumb. “What girls? And why am I just hearing about this?”

“Because it wasn’t time to tell you yet,” replies Tony. “Now
is
the time.”

“Does this have anything to do with who you think may or may not be following me?” I ask them.

“It’s possible,” says Max. “These girls so far have no family that we know of. Beautiful, young, and not likely to be missed.”

“You fit the bill, baby,” says Tony. “But you are far from breakable, so until we know how far up this goes, you would be the ultimate prize, and we won’t let that happen.” He gets up and comes over to me. He stops just shy of touching me, thank fuck, but I tense up anyway. Sensing my anxiety, he stays in place, but gives me a serious stare down. “I won’t fucking let that happen,” he growls softly. “You can deny me all you want, for now. I’ll allow it. But you and me will happen eventually. But first, I want you safe.”

Thank the gods of rock Rogan isn’t in here with me, or there would be mass bloodshed. Feeling uncomfortable, cornered, and panicky, does not a happy Venessa make.

“Tony,” I say lowering my voice. “You and me? Never gonna happen, so stop baiting me. Max,” I say, turning in his direction “Who, or what, am I looking for?”

“That’s just it,” he says. “We don’t know yet. You are really fucking good at reading people while working the crowd. For now, get ‘em hyped, and anyone standing around will be suspect until we know more.”

“Not gonna work,” I say. “People stand around all the time.”

“It’s a start,” says Tony. “How’s that guard working out for you?”

“Fine,” I answer. “We’re solid.”

“Solid, huh?” he asks. “Where is the giant?”

“Right outside the door,” I snap, getting pissed. “What’s your deal with him? You hired him.”

“Max hired him,” he says. “I absently agreed. I do not like the way he looks at you. If I thought he was getting away with touching you, he’d be dead or unemployed right now.”

My vision starts to blur. No one threatens my man, no one. Fuck the girls, the Captain, all this other under the radar bullshit, I will not allow anything to happen to him because of me. I’d hate to have to kill Tony, but if he touches Rogan, I will not hesitate.

“Who touches me is not your concern. Do not make the mistake of crossing me in this, Tony. You want the challenge. You want to be the one who has rights to me, and I promise you, you are not that man,” I say, seething.

I know a challenge when I see one. Tony is not stupid. If he noticed Rogan watching me, then I need to tread carefully here. I don’t really give a fuck about this pissing contest. There is no contest in my book.