Chapter Seven - Cindy
“What’s that mean?” Paxton asks.
“Shh,” I say, putting his hard cock back in my mouth. I lick his tip and then run my tongue up and down his shaft until all thoughts about tomorrow are safely tucked away in some unknown, forgotten place.
He moans and gives my tangled hair in his fist a firm yank, signaling for me to stand.
“Tired of me already, Detective?”
“Detective?” He stares hard at me, those dark eyes of his pure steel. I know what he is. I know what he does. I know what he's done. But I don’t care. The way he’s looking at me right now wipes all those things away. Besides, I’m no stranger to the underworld. I’m not some innocent girl. It might appear that way on the outside, what with my presumably perfect life on the Shrike Ranch outside Fort Collins, Colorado. My childhood was filled with riding lessons and ballet. I won the St Joseph’s spelling bee four years in a row. I was an honor roll student the moment I stepped into high school.
But none of those things are who I am now. They are just where I came from. And seeing me from the outside is nothing like knowing me on the inside.
“Detective,” I say again. “You like find things out about people, right? It fits you. Like it fits me.”
Paxton is still looking at me with that cold glare. Like he loves and hates me at the same time. “You’re not staying the night.”
I shrug. “Why would I?”
“I’m just trying to be crystal clear with you… Cinderella. And before this goes any further, I’m gonna need a background check.”
“What?” I laugh, my hand still absently pumping his cock.
“Background check, Sugar.” He repeats it with more conviction. “You can suck my cock while I run a background check on you. And if you decline, there’s the fucking door, sweetheart.”
I make a pouty face. It’s real too. “You don’t trust me.”
“Not even a little.”
“You think I’m hiding something.”
“We’re all hiding something. So it’s no big deal. I just want to know what that something is going forward.”
I place my lips on the tip of his cock, pucker them, and give him a sweet kiss. “Go ahead then. Check me out. I’m real.”
He places both hands on my shoulders and steps away. I slide down onto my butt and watch him walk down the stairs and then come back a minute later with a laptop. He beckons me with a finger and passes me in the hallway, takes a seat on the bed, opens his legs, and places the open laptop off to his right side.
“You can stay and watch if you want. If you’re confident I won’t find anything interesting. You can suck my dick while I run your name and we’ll just pretend like this little interlude never happened once I’m finished.” He stops, training that glare on me once more. “But if you think I’ll find something, even,” he says, holding his thumb and pointer finger a minuscule distance apart, “something very small, then I’d advise you to leave now. Because I don’t do business with liars.”
“So this is business?” I smile.
He doesn’t. “Everything is business.”
I think about this for a moment. What will he say when he really does find out the truth? But I decide that’s a problem for another day. He’s not going to find anything right now. Not running the name Cinderella Vaughn. I always knew he’d check. I’ve planned for this moment very thoroughly. He’ll find everything he’s looking for… and I will stay Cinderella Vaughn in his mind until he gets suspicious and puts all my lies together.
But by that time he’ll be hopelessly in love with me. So it won’t matter who I really am.
He will fight for us.
“I’ll stay,” I say, crossing the distance between us and taking a seat between his legs. His cock has softened slightly, but when I wrap my hands around him again, the tip of my tongue doing a seductive dance across the tip of his head, it jumps back to attention.
He starts typing as I try to relax and enjoy the moment.
I have Mr. Mysterious in the palm of my hand. I have his dick in my mouth and once this little expected formality is over, I’ll be in his bed.
I don’t ever expect to leave that bed. Figuratively speaking. Once Mr. Paxton Vance gets a taste of me, he will never want anyone else.
“Where did you grow up?” he asks, pulling me back from my future.
“Colorado,” I say. I can’t lie about that. There are many Vaughns in this world, but the Vaughn identity I’ve attached this name to all over the internet happens to be with my cousins. And they live in Colorado.
“Hmmm,” Pax says.
“Hmmm,” I moan back, making my throat vibrate as I suck on his cock.
“Jesus,” he says, leaning back a little, making his dick fall out of my mouth.
“You don’t like it?” I ask, blinking up at him innocently.
“Just give me a second.” He goes back to typing. “I have a few friends in Fort Collins. You ever heard of Shrike Bikes?”
“No,” I lie. “Should I have?”
“Before your time, maybe,” Pax says, absently.
I am Shrike Bikes. Baby Shrike, that’s me. It’s just too funny not to laugh. But I hold it in because the moment is precarious.
“You went to Catholic school?” A snort comes out with the question.
“My parents are very traditional.”
“Says here your father owns a tattoo shop. Doesn’t sound very traditional to me.”
Jesus Christ. He got that info fast. “Haven’t you ever heard of those Jesus bikers?”
“Your dad’s a Jesus biker?” Pax looks down his nose at me, like I’m totally full of shit.
“Call him up and ask him,” I say coolly.
“Hmmm,” Pax says, looking back at his screen.
I’m sure if he’s found a picture of my Uncle Vic he won’t be doing anything as stupid as calling him on the phone. He’s a scary motherfucker. All tatted up from back in the day. Still part owner of Sick Boyz Inc., my mother’s family-run tattoo shop.
Pax closes the laptop and sets it on the night stand.
“Satisfied?” I ask sweetly.
“No, princess—”
“Don’t call me princess. I told you, that nickname belongs to my older sister.”
“Aurora?”
“We call her…” I stop myself just in time from saying Rory, which he will surely recognize from his visits to my parents’ farm with Oliver over the past few years, and realize I fell into a trap. He has my sister’s name. My real sister. And of course, none of my cousins are named Aurora.
“Is the third degree over then?” I ask, hoping to God he won’t open that laptop back up and go looking for an Aurora Vaughn. That would be bad. Very, very bad. Because Rory’s middle name actually is Vaughn and she will pop right up, only her last name will be Shrike and my whole plan will go—
“What do they call you then? At home?”
“Sugar,” I say, breathing deeply to stop my panic. “They call me Sugar… just like you did.” They call me Baby Shrike. But I can’t tell him that, now can I? Fuck. How did I get here? I literally had his dick in my mouth and now I’m about to blow my own damn cover with this stupid mistake.
“Sugar what?” Pax asks. “You sounded like there was something else at the end of Sugar. Sugar what?”
“Sugar…” And before I can stop myself, I blurt out… “Cookie.”
“Cookie?” He laughs.
Oh, fuck. I need to stop talking.
“Yeah,” he says, threading his fingers through my long black hair. “Yeah, I can see it, actually. You smell like a fucking bakery. Sugar Cookie it is, then.” He leans down to kiss me on the lips.
I look up at him, my eyes filled with… relief, I’m sure. And I’m sure he can tell. I’m absolutely sure he’s going to call me on this. I’m positive that he’s been digging in Oliver’s family history and somewhere along the line he’s heard of Cinderella, even though I haven’t let my parents call me my given name since I was twelve.
“Sugar Cookie,” Paxton says, whispering into my mouth.
“Yes,” I squeak out, all sorts of lies flooding my mind as I try to pick just the right one to keep this ruse going.
“My cock is getting cold,” he breathes. “I think you better wrap your sweet little mouth around it and keep it warm.”
I exhale long and soft as he guides my head back to his waiting dick. And then I relax, take him in my palms, and lick him like he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
His hands leave my hair and my eyes track them as he lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. The muscles in his chest are cut angles, hard and deep enough to cast shadows in the dim light leaking through from outside. My eyes trace the curve of his shoulders as I take him in, my tongue pressing against his long, thick shaft. He closes his eyes for a moment, but opens them back up almost immediately.
“Fuck,” he says. “You’re damn sweet and pretty, Cinderella. I bet you explode, don’t you? I bet you come like a superstar.”
My fingers are between my legs, rubbing little circles against the sensitive folds of my pussy.
“I bet you scream, too. Don’t you?”
“Mmmmmm,” I moan against his skin. But before I even stop humming, he’s pulled me up and thrown me face first down on the bed. I squeal with equal parts delight and shock.
Fuck it. Maybe I did mess up, but fuck it. I’m going to enjoy my first time with Paxton Vance. I’ve been working towards this night for years. I’ve been fantasizing about him since I was thirteen years old. Everything I’ve done since I first laid eyes on him in that newspaper article was with this moment in mind.
I don’t care what he finds out tomorrow. I don’t care if he’s pissed off. He will never be able to walk away from me. He will never forget this night.
Paxton Vance will be thinking about the day Cindy Shrike walked into his life ’till death do us part. No matter what I do, no matter what he finds out, we are meant to be together.
Now I just need to convince him of that little fact.
“I like it on top,” I say.
“Too bad, Sugar. I like you face down so I can play with your asshole while I fuck you from behind. But maybe later I’ll let you ride me. If you’re good. If you scream for me. If you come at just the right time.”
And then he thrusts inside me. So hard, I slide forward on the bed. So deep I gasp with the sharp pain. He rests his chest on my back and whispers in my ear. “Your pussy will get used to my size soon enough, Cinderella. But don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you tonight since we’re on the maiden voyage.”