He closes the door and slowly runs his gaze over my body before looking me in the eyes. His proposition is straightforward and leaves no doubt what he wants. "Your services will be required for the next three hours. I'll pay you three grand on top of the hourly rate."Three thousand dollars. I didn't expect that much even for three hours. The agency charges a thousand dollars an hour and I receive fifty percent. One hundred percent of tips are mine. I stand in place with my purse on my arm and my fidgety fingers sliding up and down the strap. "Yes, sure, that sounds great." God, I sound like a teenager. His eyes go to my hand and my cheeks burn. His cock will take the place of the vinyl strap shortly. He flashes another sexy grin and I swear he's reading my mind. "Remove all your clothing in the bathroom. Leave them on the counter and return here," he looks down at my feet before slowly running his gaze up my body again and meeting my eyes, "in only the heels."He's making it clear th
All the air in my lungs expels when she exits the bathroom. I noticed her curves beneath the tight suit. Not this Goddess, though. Her breasts are full but don't have the swollen, oversized look of fake ones that most of the escorts buy. Her skin is slightly tanned without tan lines. And fuck me but her nipples are the most delectable pink I've ever seen. They almost match the panties she hasn't removed.She stands frozen like prey, watching me as my eyes slowly skim her body. Her hands remain at her sides, but I can see the telltale signs of her nervousness because she has them fisted so tight her knuckles are blue. I walk forward and she stands her ground. She's about six inches shorter than I am, and I usually like my women shorter than that. I'll be damned if I complain. I lift my hand and glide the back of my fingers down her cheek. At contact, she jumps but doesn't shy away. Her terrified eyes stay glued to mine-the fear in them palpable."Relax," I whisper. Her body remains tens
With numb, trembling fingers, I slide the panties over my hips and let them drop to the floor. Next I slip my arms into his shirt and inhale the scent of him. I'm half turned on and half pissed off. He has me tied in knots. He's scary and sexy and thrilling. I can't help wondering if he makes women think slutty thoughts any time he's around.Of course I don't want to be here or to do this, I try to tell myself. Whatever this turns out to be. I need money. He likes oral, or at least that's what his file proclaimed. I can do oral. I will suck his cock, get him off, and leave. This should be a blessing. Oral is less intimate. It doesn't matter that I feel dirtier just thinking about it.I can pretend what I'm doing is legal and call myself a paid escort. It's a lie. I'm whoring my body for cash. He's offering three grand to put his cock down my throat. I kick my panties away, grab the escort cell phone from the bathroom, and open the bedroom door just as the front door of the suite closes
I hesitate for only a moment before doing as he asks. It's time to get this over with. I turn so I can sit on his lap, but he stops me. "This way," he whispers as he positions me so I'm straddling him and we're face to face. He tucks my knees on either side of his legs on the wide chair. The shirt he gave me is wide open and every part of the front of me is open to his gaze. He's not looking at the shirt, though. His eyes stare into mine. "I enjoy the company of a woman. It's easier to pay for that service and not have expectations beyond the moment. You're beautiful and obviously smart. I would like to know what brought you here, but I won't ask. That's your business." His hand goes to my hair and he lifts a section back over my shoulder so it whispers across my breast. "I want you to relax and I don't see that happening unless you're drunk. A drunk woman is the last thing I want." He reaches behind me and lifts his plate. "Feed me with your fingers," he says.We are so close that I c
I buck my hips and she takes more of me. I like this slow enough that it's to the point of torture. I want a woman's jaw to ache for days after I fuck her mouth. My balls are incredibly tight and I know it won't be long before I come. Fuck, her innocence mixed with the talent of her mouth is almost my undoing.There's nothing about her that doesn't turn me on. I usually discover something-a small tell, an irritating laugh... something. I swear her mouth is made for my cock. I tighten my fingers in her hair and push her down on me until she gags. More drool slides from her lips and I fucking love it.Her fingers dance over her clit in tight circles. She moves her other hand from one nipple to the other and I want to do it with my teeth. I need her to fucking come. I begin pulling her hair harder and she can do little more than stay open for me and take everything I'm giving her. Every so often her teeth scrape along my cock and it doubles the steady throb in my balls. I want her swallow
Nice. The word doesn't sit well. The last thing I am is nice. "How soon do you need the money?" I ask instead of telling her the truth.Her blue eyes are tinged red from crying and a slight hitch enters her voice when she says, "One month."My brain puzzles through the math. Even if all her clients are as generous as I am, she'll be lucky to make that in a month. "I'm working two jobs. I can do it," she says at the look on my face.Well, hell. She should not have told me that. I have a feeling she's talking about two escort jobs, which is against the rules. "Does Madison know?"Her expression turns desperate. "Please don't tell her. You don't understand," she continues. "I don't have a choice, and if I don't get the money, something very bad will happen."She has no idea that something very bad has already happened. The other escort service in Phoenix is run by Miles Cartwright. He's scum, and I've been itching for a reason to shut his operation down. He plays by Moon's rules, so I hav
My hands shake as I remove three grand in folded one-hundred dollar bills from my pocket. The agency will pay me each Friday morning for the previous week. I'll pay taxes on that money and they'll already be subtracted when I receive the check. This money, which I can't take my eyes from, is all mine and will go toward rescuing my niece. My only problem.... I haven't considered how to hide cash in my dingy motel room. For now, I place it in the drawer next to the bed. I'll find a hiding place before I go out again.I cover my warm cheeks with my cool hands. I survived.The client didn't kill me and it's not like having sex with Alex was a hardship. Being paid to fuck a client must get easier. I know what to expect now. I can do it. Nervously, I remove my personal cell phone from my other pocket and call the clubhouse. Loud music is blaring in the background when a woman answers."This is Celina Thomas. May I speak to Fox?""Yea, bitch, hold on." I don't take the name personally. The sa
I can't stop thinking about that damn escort. This is the dumbest thing that's ever happened to me. Maybe I'm losing my mind. I walk through Moon's home and head first to the control room to check in. Jose and Mike are on monitor duty tonight. Two more guards are stationed outside on the grounds.Jose nods as soon as I enter. "Hey, Gomez," he says.Mike looks up from one of the screens. He's been with us for a few years but just moved to house security. He worked the warehouses until he proved himself capable of more. "Mike," I say, "things quiet?" He's good at the job and glances to the screens before giving me his attention again. "All quiet. Maybe too quiet if you ask me."Of course I'll ask. "What's got you riled?""It's one of those feelings. Had it for a few days now." His head swivels back to the screens.I know what he means. "Moon fill you in about the meeting later?"This time Mike doesn't take his eyes from the monitors. "Jose is going. I'll stay in here and Jose can 411 me
I stayed with Mr. Loche for two hours. When I came back to the cabin, Father Andrews and Madison were cooking dinner together in the kitchen. She was laughing and he was telling her that anyone can learn to cook, it just takes practice. I don't add my two cents that the meal Mrs. Loche prepared would have been safer. I word it a little more carefully, "Please don't encourage her. Gabriella will throw a fit if Madison moves in on her territory." They stop what they're doing and I receive my first genuine smile from Madison that I've seen in weeks."It's a simple lasagna. Mak can make it when you're here at the cabin. Even I wouldn't do anything to piss off Gabriella." He cringes with great exaggeration and Madison laughs.She looks at him with a huge smile. "You didn't tell me you know Gabriella.""I know her daughter. I've heard all the stories from her and I'm terrified of her mother."I walk to my wife and wrap my arms around her from behind. She leans into me and places her hands on
It's three more days before our guest arrives. I'm actually tongue-tide when Moon introduces me to Father Andrews. He's American but lives in Mexico and drove all this way to return a favor he owed my husband. He's younger than a priest has a right to be and he's too damn good looking for his job. I place him in his early thirties. It's strange because he looks oddly familiar even though I'm sure I've never met him.The three of us walk into the living room where Mrs. Loche put out cucumber sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies. Father Andrews's eyes light up. "I haven't eaten since breakfast and these look delicious," he says while filling a plate.Moon doesn't sit with us. "Mr. Loche and I are working on a new garden and clearing some land. I'll be next door if you need me." He leans down and places his lips on mine for a short kiss. It actually embarrasses me because Father Andrews is watching. Moon taps me under the chin in understanding because of the heat traveling up my neck and
With revenge motivating me, dealing with what happened was easier. The need for blood became a driving force that allowed me to put my thoughts and feelings on hold. Now my feelings, doubt, and shame overshadow everything. My mind is a dark hole with a smoky mist that Moon stands in to beckon me out. His hand is there. I can almost touch it, but my fingers slide away, a millimeter short, and the darkness covers me once more.Sleep is the worst. Nightmares make me toss and turn throughout the night. Most center around blood on my hands. They drip the red, congealed mess onto everything I touch and when I open my eyes it's still there. Or so the dream goes.I find it strange that I don't dream about what Fernandez did to me. It's his laughter, though, that wakes me night after night. Moon is always there to comfort me during those horrible hours. He pulls me close to his body when I give the slightest gasp. I breathe in his scent and fill my lungs with his strength. Until I fall asleep a
Part of my heart-stopping fury recedes when I pull Madison back into my arms. Her entire body is shaking and she's still clutching the knife I handed her. Alex takes it from her hand after I scoop her into my arms and cradle her against my chest. I breathe in the scent of her hair and try to gain more control.This woman is everything. She's the reason I wake up in the morning. Everything I hold dear is wrapped up in her. Cori meets my eyes and she tips her head in acknowledgement. When she turns away, Duke is standing behind her. He pulls her into his arms and walks her toward the front room. He stops when Goose is dragged closer by one of Dax's men and places himself between Cori and Duke. Duke casually pulls his gun and fires, striking him between the eyes. Goose blankly stares at the ceiling by the time the sound of the gunshot fades from the room. Cori spits on Goose's body before Duke leads her forward. Alex gives orders to clean up the bloody mess."Please take me home," Madison
She steps forward and Fernandez spins and tries throwing a punch at my head but misses. He moves quickly even with a bullet through the foot and gets between Cori and Sofia's rifle. Melina takes the opportunity to bring her gun down on the back of his head. He stumbles and I kick the tibial pressure point in his good leg. He drops and I kick Celina's gun away from him. She grabs it and aims it at him as he wiggles around like a flopping fish. I hand Melina my gun and slam down into his back with my cuffs primed. I practically pull his arms from their sockets in order to secure his hands behind his back while he's stunned."Help me get him up on the kitchen island and I'll cut off his fucking clothes." We drag him back to the kitchen minus Celina who stays at her post, which is the front door. He struggles but it's not enough for four women on a mission.The sick feeling in my stomach stays and I turn slightly and rub tears from my eyes. Not a minute has gone by that I haven't thought a
We park a half mile from the home. Melina and I run up the street, carrying the post driver between us because it's so damn heavy, and check out the property. Like the house he kept me and Cori in, this one is away from other homes and on a nice sized piece of property. The desert foliage on the north side of the area gives us a good vantage point to see the back door. I call Celina."Send Cori north to our location. The front door is on the south side of the house and you'll have about twenty-five yards from the truck to the door. Sofia will be your driver and leave as soon as you're inside. She'll park and meet us. We'll come through the back five minutes after you enter." We covered all of this in the car, but it helps me to go over the plan out loud again. "Give Cori ten minutes to get in place before Sofia drops you off.""Cori just took off. We're set," Celina says before ending the call.After Cori meets us, we stay low and wait for Sofia to text me that Celina is in the house.
Alex brings the car to the front. Austin jumps into the back and I take the passenger seat. I told the men to put Gabriella in our safe room until everything settles. She can cuss them out in Spanish, I don't have time. Sirens can be heard in the distance and we need to be completely clear of the house before they hit the street that leads to my private road.I've also notified additional men to meet us at the warehouse. As soon as we have Fernandez's location, we'll be moving out quickly. It suddenly occurs to me that Dax is totally out of the loop, so I dial his cell."You're fucking kidding me," he practically yells when I tell him his wife ran over a man and picked up the women. "I'm on my way." Another call comes in and I look at the display. It's Caleb."Start heading here with reinforcements," I tell Dax quickly. "I'll call as soon as we have a location. It won't be long."The man in the trunk is moaning loudly. There are metal plates over the taillights and nothing he can do to
Madison is up to something. The strange feeling persisted while she dressed and then at breakfast. Sending her off to the service without me was nearly impossible. The fact is, I need to get my head out of my ass and take care of Fernandez once and for all. The thought of him taking Madison again is eating me alive.While she's at EE, I can focus on what it takes to keep everyone safe. The Frontera Cartel is out of the picture and now we can focus on one man. I have everyone but our outside security in the conference room. Austin joins us too."How do we bring him out in the open without risking one of our women as bait?" I ask the men. It didn't matter how much Madison complained, there was no way I would give into her plan.I've never reached my current level of frustration as we debate the best scenarios. Alex hasn't said a word since entering the meeting, which surprises me. When I look at him, his eyes are on the door leading to the hallway."What has you worried?" I ask him when
The women with Celina give whoops and atta-girl shouts. I can't help smiling. "We'll be another thirty minutes. There's a building supply store not far from you and I need you to pick up two metal fence post drivers." I never worked Cave Creek as a cop, but one of the officers lived there and loved having barbeques, so I'm familiar with the area."We're on it. Meet us in the parking lot."I disconnect the call and decide to join Cori in the front. I wiggle between the seats and then lean back and exhale after I attach my seatbelt. "I'm worried Moon could beat us there."Cori puts her foot on the gas and shoots forward on the freeway. The 51 is one of the lighter trafficked freeways if you're not driving it during rush hour and we're pushing the witching hour. It's the most direct route from central Phoenix to the north valley and we're in luck because it's wide open. If that luck continues, highway patrol won't have units in the vicinity.We make it to the building supply store in twen