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– Epilogue -

Nix

“Are you ready?”

Flicking my eyes up, I smiled nervously. “I think so. How do I look?”

Reaching across, the woman adjusted the microphone on my shirt. “Wonderful. We'll start in one minute. Do the cameras make you nervous?”

Shaking my head, I gave a brief laugh. “No. Not much does anymore.”

The reporter beamed, motioning over my head. “Okay, here we go. Rolling in three, two, and... I'm here with Nix Birch, owner of Blue Tulip Inc, the newest—and hottest—marketing firm out there.”

I took this as my cue to wave; I did it briskly, hoping it wasn't too much. “Hey there.”

“Nix, tell us, what inspired you to create Blue Tulip Inc?”

Linking my fingers, I said, “It's complicated.” The woman—she'd told me earlier that her name was Toni—lifted an eyebrow. “I mean, it's a long story. Let's just say I wanted to... help people.”

Grinning, she waved her notepad side to side. “Well, help them you have. We all remember the hiring phase you had when Halloway Inc went out of business. It's rumored you took in more employees than you were budgeted for!”

My stomach twisted a bit at being reminded about that time. Corin Birch hadn't been joking, he'd liquefied my former company. Blue Tulip had been doing well, but it had taken a lot of number shifting—and I was forever grateful to Gram for his knowledge—to bring on so many new workers.

But I had to do it.

I refused to let those people suffer because of other people's selfish wishes.

Toni was waiting for me. I smiled politely. “We made it work.”

“I'll say! Tell us, how does it feel to be the most envied young business woman in the city?”

Flushing up to my ears, I uncrossed and recrossed my knees. “Oh, no, don't say it like that. I'm not that successful, really.”

“Don't be so modest,” a low, rolling voice said.

Looking up, I blinked as Abell entered the room. It was hard to see his face with all the lights, but he fixed that, coming around and leaning over my chair. His arm circled my shoulders, fingers tilting me into him.

His lips tangled mine up, trapping them until I forgot what I was supposed to be doing.

Someone cleared their throat.

I pushed Abell away, fanning a hand by my cheek. “Sorry, sorry! Everyone, this is my husband, Abell Birch.”

Toni waggled her eyebrows. “Oh, we know who he is. Glad he could make it, I have a few questions for him.”

“Shoot,” he said, hovering beside me.

“Well first, the world wants to know. What does it take to get such a notorious billionaire playboy to finally settle down?”

Laughing, he slid his hand over my knee. I tightened up, reacting to his touch the same way now as I had over a year ago. “I'm not a playboy anymore, and not exactly a billionaire. Everything I have is because of this wonderful woman here.”

Helplessly, I smiled up at him.

Fluffing her hair, Toni chuckled. “So it was something about Nix that made you fall in love. How did you two meet?”

Okay. I'd said not much made me nervous, but this line of questions did. Leaning forward, I said, “Hey, that story is pretty boring, how about we move on.”

Abell clapped his hands together with a smirk. “How did we meet? Well, I beat someone up for her.”

The air in the room got heavier. “What?” one of the cameramen asked. Toni glared at the speaker.

“Yeah,” Abell chuckled. “He was attacking Nix and another woman. I jumped in and, well... here we are.”

“You were literally her hero!” Toni gasped dramatically. “How romantic! And then what happened? Give us all the details!”

He smirked sharply. “Oh, you want all the details? Alright.”

Covering my face, I took a deep breath. Here it comes. He's going to tell the world what we did that night. Our hookup. Kill me now.

He said softly, “What happened next was that I realized how strong she was.”

Freezing, I cracked my fingers and stared at Abell in disbelief.

His lips slid up at an angle, but his eyes were warm—kind. He said, “She faced down this huge guy, all to save a stranger. After that, I knew she was special.”

The reporter had been stunned into silence.

Abell looked at her, teeth shining. “That's how you win over a billionaire playboy piece of eye candy,” he said.

Toni couldn't look away. She'd been thrown off, as had everyone. Even me.

Lowering my hands, I mumbled, “Abell, she never called you 'eye candy.'”

“No? I'm sure I heard someone say it,” he mused.

The room laughed, and I joined in. It was impossible to resist. In the middle of that chorus of noise, Abell shared a wink with me.

Reaching between us, he squeezed my hand. I felt the edge of something hard.

His wedding ring.

****

“There you are!” Gram said, looking exasperated. “She started crying and wouldn't stop!” In his arms, he juggled a little bundle of mint-green blankets, a shock of red hair poking from the top.

Grinning, I wrapped my arms around my daughter, hugging her close. “You can make a company run like an oiled wheel, but you can't comfort a baby?”

“She didn't want to listen to all the different ideas I had for streamlining her nap time.” He made a face, and we both laughed.

Pressing my cheek to the top of her head, I breathed in her sweet smell. “Shh,” I hushed. “Everything is fine, my little Riley-Bean.”

Riley's fragile whimpers stopped. Her eyes, as blue as her father's, sparkled up at me. She had a face I could have worshiped for an eternity.

Gram gave me an impressed look, amazed at how I'd quieted her. “How did the interview go?” he asked.

Bouncing Riley gently, I rolled my eyes. “As expected. Abell couldn't stop himself from popping in.”

“I bet they loved that.”

“Of course they did.” So did I. “Did you see where he went?”

“I think he went to make some last minute arrangements for while you're gone. Speaking of which, are seriously going to have your phone turned off the entire time? I know it's supposed to be the honeymoon you guys never went, but I mean, come on.”

Pushing my lips out in an exaggerated pout, I said to my baby, “Someone thinks he can't handle things while I'm gone. Yes he does, yes he does.”

“Don't turn her against me already!”

I kissed Riley's forehead. “Gram, you'll be fine. I wouldn't have made you vice president of Blue Tulip if I thought you weren't the man for the job.”

“Maybe,” he said, acting cagey. “Or you did it because of your promise.”

Straightening my mouth into a serious line, I stared at him pointedly. “I promised you a better life, yes. But I also wanted you at my side. You've always been there for me, Gram. This wasn't a pity offer, you're my right hand because I believe in you.”

He looked uncomfortable. Then, he ruffled his hair. “Dammit, Nicky. Way to make me blush.”

Mockingly, I put a hand by Riley's ear. “Don't swear in front of the baby. Anyway, I need to get going. That plane won't wait for us.”

“Before you go, I wanted to ask something.” He walked me towards the elevator. “Did Dad or Gabby ever... you know, try to contact you? After everything?”

Slowing, I hugged Riley closer. “Not once. You?”

“Yeah.”

I stopped short, arching my eyebrows. “Gram...”

Puffing air through his lips, he shrugged. “Dad called me to ask for money, about a week before Halloway Inc shut down.”

The side of my neck hurt from how tense I'd gotten. “Did you give him some?”

“I did. I sent him two grand, and then never heard another peep.” The corners of his eyes crinkled, his lips a sad smile. “He could have said he was sorry, and I would have forgiven him, you know? He had that chance, right there. Instead he took the money and ran. I'm guessing I won't be seeing a Christmas card.”

Gently, I ran my palm over my brother's shoulder. “You have a bigger heart than me.”

He chuckled, then pulled out his phone. “You better hurry, Hawaii is waiting.”

Gripping him firmly, I sighed. “Don't run my company into the ground while I'm gone.”

“I thought you believed in me!”

Winking, I darted into the elevator as the doors closed. “See you in two weeks!”

****

“Abell?” I called out, setting Riley in her crib.

Crossing the hall, I peeked into our room. The bed was covered in folded clothing and an open suitcase. Abell hunched over the piles, setting them in the luggage. He looked up at the sound of my footsteps. “Hey there,” he said with a smile.

“Are you still packing?” I wandered towards him, shaking my head. “Isn't our plane leaving in two hours?”

“Actually,” he said, clicking the suitcase shut. “It was delayed another hour.”

“What?” Checking my phone, I saw the missed call from the airline.

Setting the suitcase on the edge of the bed, he said, “No rushing needed. I was actually going to hop in the shower, since we have a good eleven hour flight to Hawaii.”

Tapping my chin, I leaned into the hallway—listening. “Riley is down. How about I join you?”

Abell grinned wide as a canyon, pulling his shirt over his head. “I think I'd love that.”

Shedding my clothes, I left a path into our bathroom. He followed behind like I'd dropped a breadcrumb trail for him.

Twisting the shower knobs, I turned away as steam began to flood the room. Abell had stripped down to match me, and he was just inches away.

Gliding his hands around the small of my back, he pulled me in, nuzzling my collar bone. “Fuck, how did I get such a beautiful wife?”

Shivering, I bent close to whisper the secret answer. “By being a better person than you thought you were.” I pulled his earlobe between my teeth.  “Also, you fuck like a horse on speed. That helps,” I giggled.

Laughing, he lifted me up, setting me in the hot stream of the shower. “Naughty mouth! We need to clean you up, get in here.”

I tasted water when I grinned.

Together, we hung our heads in the tumbling droplets. They coated us both, soaking me through and leaving his tattoos shining. Reaching over, I grabbed the bottle of shampoo.

“Here,” he whispered, taking the bottle away. “Let me.”

Pouring the liquid into his palm, he rubbed it onto my head. Suds foamed along my scalp, his fingertips massaging.

Static rumbled through my cells, my brain firing on overdrive. The sensation of having him rolling his hands over my skull left me swaying.

There was something beyond intimate about having someone else wash my hair. He ran the long strands through his palms, piled them up, rinsed them gently. The constant white noise of the shower had my muscles going slack.

Tilting me forward, he washed the soap out, keeping it from my eyes. He massaged the base of my neck, erasing tension I hadn't been aware of.

Turning me, Abell brushed the soaked hair from my forehead. His kiss created ocean swells of delight in my brain.

Opening my eyes, I saw him watching me through half-closed lids. His lips were reddish from the pressure of our kiss. “Hey,” I whispered. “How long was that delay?”

Abell started to smirk, his voice caramel and sin. “An hour. More than enough time.”

He guided me backwards; when my thighs hit the tile wall, Abell came down on me like a landslide.

Eagerly he pulled my right nipple into his mouth. The skin was slick, made more so by his tongue. I moaned, arching into him to get more attention.

Between us, he slid his hand. While he suckled my tits, his fingers probed—confident in how they located my firm clit. Thumbing it, he made precise motions, grazing the sensitive bud until I was wriggling against the tile.

“Abell,” I gasped. “That feels amazing.”

Grinning with my nipple between his teeth, he chuckled. The vibrations made my knees soften. Abell crouched, kissing my sternum, my ribs.

He wrote poetry down my body with his mouth.

Fisting his prick, Abell narrowed his icy eyes on me. “You taste as good as ever. I can't wait any longer, I'm taking this sweet pussy. My pussy.”

The way he talked to me, it had ecstasy invading my blood. Reaching down, I squeezed his shaft, guiding him to me. Abell's nostrils flared, his lust encouraged by my obvious need.

With two fingers he spread my pussy-lips. He held himself with his other hand, rubbing his cock-head along my slippery entrance.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

Wordlessly, I did. Keeping his fierce stare on me, entrancing me not to look away, he fed his length into me. Fuck, I'd never get tired of that sensation. Being stretched so much that I still expected to break in two, nothing was more thrilling.

His cock rammed into me, consistent in its pressure. Every thrust stole the oxygen from my lungs. The water and steam had made me warm, but it was his touch that scalded me.

Hooking my thigh around his hip, he pinned me on the wall. One hand clasped my ass, guiding my tempo. I surrendered to his control.

“Fuck me harder,” I whispered in a voice I didn't recognize as my own. “Fuck me until I scream.”

Panting, he pushed us to the bottom of the tub. The water cascaded over us, but his body blocked it, protecting me from the spray. “Spread your legs wider,” he growled, pressing my thighs into the porcelain.

Quickly, I obeyed him. I could smell my own arousal, the steam making everything humid and heavy.

He constrained me into the position he'd chosen. I was trapped, made to bend—to break—the way he desired. Blinded by my passion, I struggled to keep his face in focus. His cock plunged inside of me, filling me to the brim.

My body was a live wire. I shuddered and twisted, hungry to keep his hot cock deep inside. Pleasure bloomed down my limbs, and I knew, when it hit my lower belly, I'd cum.

“Scream,” he said, pumping faster—rougher. His hard pelvis ground against my clit, never relenting. He was pushing me towards orgasm whether I wanted it or not. “Scream for me, scream until you're hoarse.”

His voice was a raw whisper. I let it consume me, rolling my cunt up to meet every one of his thrusts. Our voices echoed around us, the shower a constant rumble.

The nerve endings inside of me went into overdrive; I whimpered helplessly, then took enough breaths to flood my lungs. I needed that air.

I needed to scream.

“Yes!” I squealed, my pussy convulsing over his hard length. “Fuck, yes! Yes!”

After that, everything I said was broken, unrecognizable.

Abell grunted, his forehead pressing on mine as he held me tight. I was still shaking, squeezing at his cock, when he started to cum. I didn't think he would pull out, but in my desperation, I locked my legs around him and rode out the waves of his orgasm.

With every swing of his hips, the indents on his lower back flexed. I traced them, clung to him as his thick cum filled me until it over flowed.

I felt it trickle down the inside of my thighs, mixing with the shower water.

I wanted every bit of him, wanted him to be dry to the bone and emptied.

His essence belonged to me. Only to me.

Curling my nails in his wet hair, I kissed his cheek. “I love you,” I whispered.

Lifting his head enough to see me, his eyes were ruthlessly honest. “I love you, too. More than you could ever know.”

Smiling, I said softly, “I think I have some idea.”

Tiny tremors still worked through my pussy. Especially when his shaft, still stiff somehow after his release, inched backwards. I groaned, listening to the noise when his cock escaped from my body.

We'd wasted our shower. Luckily, we hadn't abandoned it yet. Abell stood carefully, then he reached down to help me to my feet. Together we washed up a second time, removing the evidence of our little escapade.

Scrambling from the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, scrubbing one over my head vigorously. The air was cool, tiny prickles rising on my drying skin.

Abell had hung his towel around his hips. I paused, eating up the visual. He didn't hide his smirk, clearly enjoying how I was enjoying him.

“You really like my ink, huh?” he asked, sliding into clean clothes from our dresser.

“Of course I do. They're very... artsy, I guess.”

Smiling tenderly, he nodded. “I got most of them after my mother passed. She always loved tattoos, too. Said it was exactly that, art for the body.”

My hair was still damp, I tied it back in a wet bun. “I'm sure she would have loved all of them.”

Abell stopped what he was doing, eyeing me like I'd said something he hadn't expected.

Blushing at his scrutiny, I headed to my closet. Sliding into a fresh sundress, I pushed my feet into my black flats. Abell had already finished changing; a shame, I would have loved to ogle him more.

“We'd better hurry,” I said. “We're pushing this whole 'arrive at least an hour before your flight' thing.” Grabbing the suitcase on the bed, I pulled it by the handle. One of the latches hadn't been closed; pants and underwear fluttered out, landing softly on the floor.

Among the cloth, a heavier item clunked.

“Wait!” Abell gasped, reaching for me.

Kneeling, I picked up the smooth, thick book. “What's this?” Turning it in my hands, I peeled the cover back. Inside, a photo of my smiling face and creamy white wedding dress stared back.

This is...

Flipping the pages, I looked over another picture; this one had Abell feeding me cake. He'd used his hands, sliding his fingers in—and out—and in again, so I was bright red in the photo from embarrassment.

Next to me, I felt the slight weight of Abell sitting on the rug.

“It's our wedding,” I said in awe. We'd held it while I was still pregnant, so I'd been giant and round.

I remembered how I'd felt awfully close to being a blimp, but Abell had told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Flipping faster, I came across a new scene. Green walls, bright lights; a hospital.

This was a glossy print of Abell. In his arms, he was cradling a sleeping, red faced Riley. He was wearing scrubs, and the look in his eyes—even through the paper—was pure adoration for his newly born daughter.

“I wanted to surprise you on our trip.” His hand touched mine. “I know that neither of us had the typical loving family.” Reaching across, he gently caressed our daughter's face in the picture. “It's the first family photo album I've ever been a part of. I want her to remember everything we do together.”

Looking up at him, I studied the face of the man I'd fallen so deeply for. “It's amazing. Abell, I love it!”

He pulled me close for a gentle press of our warm lips. Against my skin he said, “I love you, Nix. And now,” he said, pulling me to my feet, shoving the suitcase back together. “We have a plane to catch, and a daughter to pack up still.”

Covering my mouth, I hissed, “Oh, you're right. I didn't think about the extra time for that!” I snatched up my bag, hurrying down the hall to Riley's room. “Traveling as a family is kind of new for me!”

“Me too.” Abel gently gathered up the sleeping baby, buckling her into her car seat. “Better get used to it. This won't be our last trip.”

“No,” I agreed, leaning close to kiss each of them on the forehead. “And if we can't manage now, how will we do it when our family gets bigger?”

Abell froze, staring at me with wide-eyed hope and wonder. “Are you... are you already...?”

Winking, I grabbed the suitcases and ran down the stairs, laughing all the way to the car.

It was so strange, I could only distantly remember thinking that the idea of this—being a mother, being a wife—didn't make sense.

Now, I couldn't imagine a different life.

This one was perfect.

THE END

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LAST OF THE BAD BOYS

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– Chapter One -

Huxton

My name is Huxton. Huck, for short. Yes. I know you're already making the connection. I've heard every sing-song title and ridiculous joke there is.

Huck, it rhymes with fuck.

And isn't that just poetic?

It had also been prophetic. Fitting. A name and a teasing rhyme that said volumes about my life. All I'd ever been good at was fighting and fucking. I excelled at both. It chased me and I chased it back. Years of the same routine.

Some people would get bored of all the action.

Those people weren't me.

Nothing could beat the way a fist felt when it collided with a jaw. Nothing compared to the sensation of making a woman vibrate when she came with my cock sheathed deep inside of her. I adored the rush of adrenaline, and honestly, sex and violence gave the same brand of rush. Combining them? Now, that was god damn magic.

This was the life of a fucking bad boy. There were no roses here, not unless they were tattooed across some perfect skin. If people wanted romance, they called a dating service.

If they wanted thick muscle, grinding hips, or both... they called me.

I was always happy to answer.

There was a drop of sweat dangling from her chin. I kept watching it, studying her breathing and wondering when that bit of liquid would finally fall. Every muscle—from her tensed feet to her throat—was taut as a drum.

It was all my fault, really. I'd told Gina to hold still. Made it clear that if she moved, I'd walk right out of her home and never look back. You might call me cruel. That's true and false. I mean, I am a fucking bastard, but this whole set-up was Gina's idea.

She had needs. And she paid out the nose to get them.

Bending down, I blew air across her panties. The black silk was dark from her excitement, my breath turning the dampness cool where seconds ago it had been scalding. Gina gasped, and that time, the drop of sweat crashed to her collar bone.

“Huxton,” she sobbed, writhing in place, not even blessed by cuffs to hold her down—that would have been too easy. “Fucking hell, you're killing me here.”

“Killing you?” I chuckled, scraping my teeth over her inner thigh. She jumped, fingers clenching on the blanket. “You seem plenty alive to me, sweetheart.”

The only binding on her luscious body was a blindfold. I'd insisted on that. I wanted her to lie in her bed and wonder if I was staring at her quaking tits or her parted thighs. I adored every part of a woman's body, I'd eaten the visual up and had seconds by now.

Pushing my thumbs along the edge of her panties, I spread her—made her lips bloom so that the fabric slid between. Gina whimpered, vibrating with her need.

Tugging the material upwards, I watched it encase the hard nub of her clit. It was so swollen I could see it through the silk, pleading with me to just kiss it. “God, you smell amazing,” I whispered.

“Please stop teasing me, I can't take it!”

“I think you can,” I chuckled. “I think you love it. You're soaking, beautiful. Your cunt is going wild. When was the last time you were fucked?”

Pushing her cheek into the pillow, her ruby smile twitched. “Last week, when you visited me.”

I clucked my tongue. “Just six days and you're this horny? I get why you called me. This pussy is starving...” Bending close, I licked her inner thigh. Gina jumped. “It needs attention, doesn't it?”

“Yes! God, yes!”

“Then say please.” Pulling her panties lower, I stopped when just her clit was exposed.

Writhing, her toes clenching, Gina sobbed. “I've been saying please!”

“Say it again,” I scolded, nuzzling right beside her cunt.

Of course, she was more than happy to follow orders. I wondered if anyone in the nearby apartments would hear her scream. “Please! Please, Huck, just fuck me!”

She couldn't see my smile. “Good girl, much better.”

Licking straight up her silk panties to her vulnerable clit, I thrilled at how she groaned. Gina clawed at me, unable to follow the rules. That was fine; they were meant for her, not me.

I loved when my clients lost control.

Ripping her blindfold away, she grabbed at my shoulders. “More, give me more!”

One easy snap, I tore her underwear clean off of her. They were thrown aside, useless. Pushing her thighs open for better access, I stuffed my face into her cunt and went to town. Her juices ran down my chin, I lapped them eagerly.

Gina trembled, digging into my back. Amazingly, she didn't leave marks. “You ready for my cock, babe?”

Her lips were thick, slightly parted. The fierce daze in her eyes made her look desperate. It was magical. “Fuck me, Huxton. Just... god, fuck me!”

Stroking myself through my briefs, I growled. “You missed me that badly, huh?”

“You're all I thought of all week.”

Smirking, my fingers curled into my underwear. “All week?”

She nodded eagerly. “All fucking week.”

My cock bounced into the air. It arched proudly, the tip sticky with my pre-come. “This is what you thought of? Did you imagine me every single night while you played with your beautiful pussy?”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her lip. “Over and over, now stop teasing me, it's murder.”

With a practiced hand, I peeled the condom I'd set on the nightstand down my length. It turned my skin shiny, and unlike most guys, it excited me.

Condoms signaled the time for fun.

Rolling my hips, my cock-head slid along her soaked entrance. “I'd hate for you to think I'm so cruel.” Gritting my teeth, I fisted myself and pushed into her excited pussy. There was no resistance.

Instantly, Gina moaned. An animal in heat, she wrapped me in her arms and thrust faster than my own tempo. I let her take control... but not because I preferred it. No, I loved ruining women, making them so excited they just babbled in my ear.

But tonight, I was out of time.

I had somewhere to be.

Panting, she rubbed her cheek on my temple. “Huck, you feel—god, you're amazing!” Grinding violently, she hooked her legs and clamped on. I wondered, if I'd tried to slide free, if I even could have.

I shivered, my balls already tightening. I liked it rough, so did Gina. She was one of my favorite clients for a reason.

Even through the condom, her cunt was milking me. She'd been on edge so long, her release wasn't far. She was a fan of foreplay, and I'd been teasing her for over an hour.

I observed her breathing, her heart. I paid attention to every little thing. My job was to make women happy, and I did it with gusto.

“Fuck!” she squealed, holding onto me for dear life. Heat tingled through her wet walls. It sank into me, my cock flexing with need. I wanted to come, I needed to come.

It was an addiction... but one that was easily solved.

Escorting gave me many opportunities.

Reaching back, I squeezed her ass and bit her shoulder. That was it, Gina was done. Moaning into my ear, she shook and crumpled like a leaf on the wind. Her cunt thrummed, crushing me and sending me over the edge.

Closing my eyes, sparks filled my skull. The pressure in my belly hit its peak, my thick jizz filling the condom. Wave after wave, I pulsed—and she matched me.

I slid out with a wince, gazing down on her elegant face. As delicious as Gina's lips looked, I never kissed my clients. It was too intimate. Too risky.

I'd had more than one woman fall for me. It was bad for business.

Sighing contently, she stretched on the bed and smiled. “You're amazing. Every time, it's just... Yeah. I can't even explain.”

Grinning, I unfurled the condom and dropped it in the trash. In the bathroom nearby, I washed myself quickly, drying my skin. “Glad you liked it. That's my goal.”

Slipping back into her room, I gathered my things. I'd piled them in the corner, save for the blindfold that had drifted to the floor. My clothes were a mess, I scooped up my shirt and tugged my head through it.

Gliding my jeans up my legs, I caught Gina splaying herself over the bed. Tempting me to come back and fuck that pretty pussy until she couldn't walk. “Now, who's killing who?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She flashed me a wide grin. “Stay, play some more. I'll pay extra.”

Standing tall, I swooped over her like a giant hawk. Hands cupped her long neck, drawing forth a hushed moan. “You would, that's for fucking sure.” Kissing her shoulder, a quick snap of teeth and tongue, I pulled away. Gina was breathing heavy all over again. I really would have loved to bend her over for another round. “I have a gig,” I said, shifting my furious hard-on in my pants.

She saw me do it, licked her plump limps. “Ugh, fine. But the instant you walk out that door, I'll be getting myself off.”

This was a funny way to make me feel guilty. Smirking, I started to tie my boots on. “Why wait?” Setting my eyes on her fiercely, I didn't look away. “Go on, babe. Play with your insatiable cunt for me. I'll be right here.”

Red as a beet, Gina didn't waste any time. Spreading her knees, she opened herself for me and rapidly stroked her clit. It was easy to see from where I was, every bit of her was swollen from my games. “Fuck you,” she panted.

Laughing, I shrugged into my jacket and grabbed my bag. “Next time.” With her frustrated groans tickling my brain, I left her there and stepped out into the air.

It was warm for December, but California always was. Doesn't help that my blood is still boiling, I mused, looking for a way to sit comfortably on my motorcycle with my erection hounding me.

It took me a minute or two, but I calmed enough to rev the bike and pull out onto the road. I wasn't lying, I did have a gig—and for once, it wasn't fucking or fighting. An old friend had called, a lady I hadn't heard from in sometime.

Eliza had fallen off the map. Lots of women became lost to me over time. Her and I, though, we'd had a bit of a different relationship. She was one of the few women I'd spent time with that I hadn't fucked.

A rare occurrence.

Rumbling down the freeway, I thought about what she'd hired me for. Apparently, her new roommate was having a birthday. Eliza had called an 'entertainer' but the guy had stopped responding to her calls and emails. It was nice that she'd thought of me. Stripping wasn't far off from escorting, no matter what the prudes might claim. I knew enough former dancers to see the connected lines.

And Eliza? What was she doing with her life, now? I knew this game of flesh for cash, I was deep in it. Few people ever got out. Perhaps she had, though. Maybe that was why I hadn't heard from her in so long. If you didn't need a bodyguard to watch your back while you were fucking in a filthy hotel room, then you had to be doing something else. Something better.