Heat: An Alpha Male Criminal Romance (A Hotter Than Hell Novel Book 1) (30 page)

MY MONEY, OR MORE
accurately, Moon’s, is gone two hours later. He hasn’t sent another text and I’m finding it impossible to sit still. The ladies are taking bathroom breaks and stretching their long, shapely legs. It’s a little after midnight and the women look the same as they did when they walked in the door—gorgeous, rested, and dressed to the nines. I’m grumpy, tired, and dressed to kick some ass that I seriously hope doesn’t need kicking. Moon’s ring tone startles me.

Heading home. Keep your eyes open.

His aunt is in the car with him, so I understand that he can’t talk. I think about his message for a minute and decide if he thought trouble was imminent, he would be a little more forthcoming. He’s being cautious and I’ll be the same. He gets another smiley face.

The women wander back into the room in ones and twos. They decide it’s movie time, so we head to Moon’s mini theater that’s on the other side of the hallway. The teasing continues about me and Moon while I do my best to keep my lips sealed. Note to self: Don’t talk sex with professional escorts. Once they get started and know you’re uncomfortable, it’s a nightmare.

They finally leave me alone and begin sharing stories about individual customers. They have nicknames for them that range from Gooey to Ruff Ruff. These names make it worse.

Ruff Ruff pretends he’s a dog and his escort must also act like a dog. Lots of sniffing and licking goes on. The culmination of his scene (this is what the ladies call their role play) is when he lifts his leg and pees on the escort. It’s over and no sex involved.

Just no. Disgusting and absolutely no.

Gooey likes to be covered in Elmer’s glue. No other brand. The glue is pasted over his entire body and once dry, the escort slowly peels it off. I snap my jaw closed when I realize my mouth is hanging open. The ladies laugh so hard, I hear a few snorts.

From carefully constructed rape scenes to pretending to be teenage girls, I’m shocked to the tips of my toes, and they love every minute of my discomfort. The strange part in all of this is that I find it intriguing. It’s a side of human nature I’ve never imagined. The women here tonight don’t have husbands and children. The ones who have family are out of town on vacations to be sure everyone is safe. I’m surrounded by a group of women who escort for a variety of reasons. Primarily money, but not one of them has a problem with their profession, and they appear secure in who they are. They are quick to laugh and tease and are surprisingly protective of each other. The only sense of discomfort is when the topic of Danita comes up. As a whole, they don’t like her, which surprises me. I can’t help wondering if Moon is aware of the discord within the escorts when it comes to his aunt.

Not my problem, I tell myself.

“Tell us about Moon’s kinks. We know he has them,” Cori asks with wide eyes and a stoic mask that makes the other girls quiet so they can pay attention.

My cheeks heat. Moon says so little in and out of the bedroom. He has a thing for control. It’s not on the level as some of the BDSM stories I’ve been told tonight, and I’m not sure if controlling every aspect of sex is kinky.

“Look at her face,” one of the ladies says. “She’s bright red. Moon has some interesting kinks, you know he does.” I’m now the center of attention.

“Tell us, tell us, tell us,” becomes the chant.

“Stop.” Laughing, I hold up my hand. “He’s a control freak.” I look around the room as they hang on my words. “And that is all I’m saying.”

I get a few oohs and ahhs when Cori says, “Control’s good.”

“Very good,” I tell her in a conspiratorial whisper.

Moans fill the room. I don’t mind that these women have a thing for Moon. So do I. It’s nice that I’m the one who gets him, though.

Gabriella brings in popcorn and tells me that she and Lupe are heading to bed. I call the security room and inform them. I also let them know I’m doing a quick walk through of the house before watching a movie with the ladies. Rack meets me outside the theater door and we make the rounds together.

Something occurs to me. “Please tell me you don’t have sound in there.”

He bites his lip, which looks pretty silly on a guy his size. He releases said lip and answers, “We have sound everywhere but the private bedrooms.”

Crap. “I don’t suppose you turned it off?”

“And miss Moon’s groove moves? Not a chance.”

My red face and evil stare do nothing. We walk through the entire house. Gabriella gave me the complete tour earlier today.

“How did you end up in Moon’s organization?” I ask Rack. It’s none of my business, I’m just curious.

“Moon loaned me money to get my brother out of a Mexican prison. My brother is now in his final year of college to be an engineer. I asked Moon if I could work off part of my debt and he agreed. A year later, I came on full time.”

There are so many facets to Moon. Gaining the loyalty of so many can’t be easy. He seems to do it seamlessly. My thoughts are so conflicted, and it’s hard to piece together all that I know of him. It’s the cold-blooded killer who twists me in knots. Wanting his body shouldn’t be a factor. I’d be lying by not admitting that it is.

The house is secure, and I return to the theater. The ladies decide to watch
9½ Weeks
with Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke. It came out when I was around two years old and I’ve never seen it. I understand why they chose it a short time after the movie begins. I squirm in my chair as the story unfolds. I need Moon to hurry home.

I’m quite hot and bothered.

Chapter Thirty-Four

THE MOVIE ENDED ABOUT
twenty minutes ago and we haven’t decided on another. I’m standing in the hallway stretching my arms when the front door opens. Moon sees me and his long legs stride in my direction without stopping.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers in my ear as he hooks his arm around my shoulder and pulls me tightly against him. His eyes are dark and stormy. I’m thinking the meeting did not go as well as planned. I give him a tight squeeze and notice Danita’s glare of death over his shoulder.

Too.

Damn.

Bad.

Moon is disheveled. His scruff is scruffier, his tie and jacket are off, and his shirt wrinkled. It might be two-thirty in the morning, but Moon always looks like he just walked out of a
GQ
cover shoot. This is a different man than the one I’ve grown accustomed to. Moon doesn’t look or speak to anyone after he greets me. He keeps his arm wrapped tight and leads me upstairs and straight to his bedroom. I give a tiny wave goodbye to the ladies below who are watching us before we’re hidden from view.

Moon closes the bedroom door and shoves me against it. My “Oomph” doesn’t stop his movements. He jerks my top over my head and throws it to the floor. I inhale sharply when his scruffy face slides across my skin from my neck down to my breasts. He pushes my bra cups under my breasts, squeezes one nipple with his rough fingers, and sucks the other one into his mouth. I hold onto his arms as blood rushes to my breasts. His sexy lips surround my nipple and he sucks so hard I go to my toes. There’s no gentleness in Moon. He squeezes my other breast, pinches the nipple, and then goes back to squeezing. His free hand skims across the skin of my belly, unbuckles the utility belt, and unsnaps my BDUs. He jerks down the zipper and pushes the pants over my ass and to my thighs. The weight of my gun pulls on the pants but they’re being stubborn. It occurs to me that I can help and I try, I swear. I’m stepping on the hems of the pant legs trying to get the fucking things over my boots. The suction on my nipple stops and Moon growls against my skin. He nips the side of my breast, sending me back to my toes while I squirm around like a mad woman. My attempt to get my pants off isn’t working. I fall against Moon in surrender.

He tips up my chin and the look in his dark and stormy eyes burns through me. I’m wet, needy, and frustrated, and so fucking turned on. I have trouble catching my breath and barely manage to moan, “Please.”

He stares at me for the longest time. There are a multitude of questions in his eyes. I don’t have answers, only need. I grow nervous and lick my lips. This is the dark side of Moon. The man who kills. The man who rules a crime syndicate. The man who rarely smiles or laughs. The man I’ve given my heart to.

He swings me up in his arms, keeping his gaze locked to mine. I let out a surprised yelp when he drops me on the bed. He lifts my leg and places it against his chest and then proceeds to unzip the side of my boot to pull it off. Fuck, his eyes are burning through me. I tremble. He doesn’t see it or he doesn’t care. He flings the boot away and lifts my other leg to repeat the process. My pants and underwear slide off easily after my boots are gone. He lets them drop to the floor, gun and all. He leans over me and lifts beneath my arms. I wrap my legs around his hips and circle my arms around his neck as he walks us back to the door.

When Moon wants door sex, I’m thinking he takes it.

His command is harsh and throaty. “Let go.” I release his hips and slide my feet to the floor. My legs are weak and I keep my arms locked around his neck. “Hands to your sides, palms flat.” He leans in and kisses me as I shakily do as told. He tears his mouth away, his harsh breath fanning over me. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and lifts me as soon as they clear his ass. My legs circle him again as he pushes me into the door. With a solid buck of his hips, his cock slides home. His fingers dig into my hips while he pounds me against the door. His lips slam over mine. The kiss is savage, painful, and consuming. His hands will leave bruises where they squeeze my flesh. I’m filled with his tongue and cock—both equally invasive as I fight for air.

This is Moon’s affirmation of life.

He slams into me with enough force that the door groans against my back. He lifts one hand and tugs the clip from my hair. He tangles his fingers through the strands and forces my head to the side. His cock continues driving into me as he nips along my jaw. His teeth light a path of fire as they move down my throat.

“Fuck,” he groans against my skin. With a last push he stays buried inside me until I feel the hot wetness that pulses from his cock. I’m not there. Not ready for this to be over.

Another thought hits me. No condom. I never thought about it and obviously neither did Moon. He slides his arms beneath mine and wraps his arms around my back so he can walk us to the bed with our bodies joined.

He moves us down to the bed, my back slides against the comforter, his cock hard even after his orgasm. “Are you on the pill?” he breathes against my throat.

“Shots,” I manage to articulate. I can’t think about it now, I need to fucking come.

Moon uses one forearm to prop his upper body up as his other hand glides over my flesh. His touch is sizzling and the closer he gets to where our bodies are joined, the more I burn. He rubs tight circles around my clit his head bent so he can see where we’re joined. I buck my hips and a low moan escapes my throat. I’m wet with Moon’s cum. His cock slides almost completely out of my pussy and then glides back in with the same slow intensity. My clit is a swollen mass of nerve endings helped along by the steady circle of Moon’s fingers. I try to lift my hips to relieve the building ache. Moon drops his head to my shoulder and breathes against my skin. His upper body sinks into me and his weight pushes me into the mattress while his lips find the spot where my neck meets my shoulder blade. He licks the skin. His tongue is wet and warm and rough. His cock continues to stroke my pussy. I’m jacked as high as I can go. My fingernails dig into Moon’s back, and I tighten my thighs and dig my heels in.

“Let go, baby.” His warm breath rolls across my skin.

So fucking easy for him to say. “Fuck me hard, Moon.”

“No, baby. Just.” He pulls away. “Like.” He sinks back in. “This.” He slides out. The tip of his cock rests against me. I scream and he laughs in that low sexy way that gets me every time. I’m so primed that when his cock pushes back inside me, the curling energy that concentrates between my thighs ignites. This isn’t a sweet orgasm. It’s violent and consuming. My head thrashes from side to side. My sex clenches him. My arms and legs clench him, and I bury my teeth into his flesh until I know I’ll leave my mark. He deserves it for driving me crazy.

I mindlessly ride out the waves. Never have I been brought to this level of need or this level of completion. I inhale our scent. Sex. Moon. Me. The combination is raw and savage. Hot and wild.