CHAPTER TEN
Will
I’ve let millions of dollars ride on a hunch—and won—but it never satisfied me as much as Teresa telling me she applied to film school. It doesn’t take a genius to see she doesn’t confide in people easily. I like being that person. A lot.
The irony that she opened up about her private goals but lied to me about her last name definitely isn’t lost on me. But these questions hanging over her head don’t make me want her trust any less. Actually, want doesn’t begin to cover it. I’m craving more of what’s inside her head by the second. She’s guarded and, hell, she could be here to try and screw me over, but I know in my bones there’s more real here than fake. Right now, I’m interested in the real.
I’ve been a fighter and I’ve stood at the helm of Caruso Capital Management. Those two professions don’t have a lot in common. Hell, I’m still trying to figure out which of them is where I was meant to belong, but they both require a man to trust his gut. My gut is driving me to give Teresa more of what she needs.
I want you to use me. Want you to buy me.
As I pull into the parking lot of a two-story brick building, my cock stretches and curves to my fly. She whimpered those words to me in the heat of the moment last night. But they weren’t just dirty nothings, they were an admission, just like the one she made about film school. More proof she finds me worthy of her trust. The fact that she’s placed that trust in me makes me feel guilty as shit for ordering the background check. Dammit.
I want to make up for doubting her, whether it’s founded or not. If that doesn’t tell me I’ve got a growing infatuation for this woman, nothing will. But there it is. I need to earn her secrets. And I want to blow her fucking mind so the idea of getting on a bus won’t come so easily for her come tomorrow.
Broken Bow is a small town I’ve never heard of, but a billboard ten miles back claimed Boney’s Brisket has the best Tex-Mex for a hundred miles. I’ve been in this part of the country long enough to know that every restaurant makes the same claim, so I’m not holding out a ton of hope. I’m more interested in what’s going to happen before lunch.
I open the door for Southpaw and he takes off, as per usual, heading for the tree clearing behind Boney’s. Teresa makes a little squeak and tries to lunge out the passenger side door after him, but I lay a hand on her arm and stop her.
“Don’t worry. It’s just his routine.” My hand travels down to her wrist, so I can press a thumb to her pulse. It jumps. “Freaked me out a little the first time, too. But he always comes back. He’ll be gone about twenty minutes.”
Her thighs shift on the seat. She’s trying not to look at my thumb on her wrist and failing, color spreading up her neck. “Should we go inside without him?”
“No.”
Her pulse leaps again, continues to race. “So we just s-sit here and wait?”
When it comes to Teresa’s hidden needs, we’ve only scratched the surface. But I remember what made her come the loudest last night, because I was paying damn close attention. When I told her I wanted to ride her pussy like I paid ten grand for the pleasure, she went off like a bottle rocket. Yes, she said. Yes.
I wouldn’t gamble on something that could hurt her, but our conversation this morning took care of that concern. And the nipples trying to poke through the front of her dress tell me what I’m about to do is a solid bet.
Come on, baby. Trust me to give you what you need.
“I’d like you to get in the backseat.”
Her laughter is uneven. “I-it’s…we’re in a parking lot.”
I bring her wrist to my mouth and lick a path up the sensitive skin, straight to her elbow, and Jesus Christ, she tastes like watermelon and woman. If I had the freedom I need, I would lay her on a flat surface and go for broke between her legs, but only after tasting her in places she wouldn’t expect. Her hips, the small of her back, behind her knees. “We’re in the last spot, up against a wall. Only one person could discover us and they’ve probably just gone in for lunch. I like our odds.”
“I don’t know,” she breathes, shaking her head. “I—”
My wallet lands in her lap. Her eyes shoot to mine and I see the flash of emotion she tries to subdue but can’t. Excitement. There’s irritation, too, but it’s surface bullshit. The reaction she thinks she should be having, maybe.
“A lap dance. I’ll let you keep on panties, but all your other clothes come off.” I reach across the console and run a hand up her thigh, lifting her dress as if to judge the goods, but on the inside I’m groaning over the way her legs flex and part, just a hint. Involuntary? “You look expensive, baby, but I’m good for it.”
She chokes on whatever she’s trying to say, then falls silent. Her eyelids droop, and all the while, her tits shudder up and down. God above, I’ve never been so desperate to fulfill a need for another person. But my hands are fucking shaking with the impulse to drag her onto my lap, spread her thighs open and bang her tight little body up against the steering wheel. Yeah, I want to come. No doubt. But I’d damn well forgo getting my own rocks off to make her orgasm one extra time.
Fuck. What this woman does to me.
“How much?”
Her whisper is so low, I think it’s the air conditioner I’ve left running. “All of it.” I lift the hem of her dress even more, my jaw clenching when I see how tightly she’s squeezing her legs together. Not enough to hide the pretty tiger striped thong cupping her pussy, though. No, I definitely see that. “You’re going to be worth every red cent, aren’t you?”
“Let’s just say you’ll be a repeat customer,” she murmurs, pushing open the passenger door, dislodging my hand and stepping out of the car. The more she plays along with the illusion I’ve created, the more pink suffuses her skin, her eyes taking on a bedroom quality. I can’t get out of the driver’s side and into the backseat fast enough…and she waits. Waits for me to slide into the center of the rear bench seat, my legs splayed, hands at my side. Genuine impatience to see some skin ticking in my jaw. A man about to get a show.
“I don’t have all day.” Opening the wallet I brought with me, I take out a stack of bills and lay them into the door handle. “You came highly recommended. Let’s see if you’re as good as everyone says.”
Teresa presses her lips together but can’t quite trap the moan that escapes as she climbs into the backseat, walking toward me on her knees. I take a second to thank 1970s car manufacturers for all the room…and then my world is all Teresa. She rolls into my consciousness like succulent, summer storm clouds and demands every facet of my attention. Using my shoulders for balance, she straddles me slowly, her lower lip caught between her teeth. With her ass settled on me mid-thigh, we both seem to be holding our breath, waiting to see what she’ll do next. Patience is not my strong suit, but I’m not rushing this. No, she might be discovering something about herself with my help and I’m savoring every second.
Her eyes lift to mine, trapping me in the sticky atmosphere blooming between us, her hands leaving my shoulders to settle on her beautiful pair of tits. She pushes them up, massaging them, turning her already low neckline into a complete joke. “Fuck.” Whatever remaining blood I have left in my body rushes to my cock, swelling the flesh in a mind-bending rush of heat. “That’s a pretty dress, but it’s useless. You’re spilling out of it.” I reach beneath her dress and deliver a testing slap to her backside. “Give me what I’m paying for.”
A shudder blows through her, those teeth clamping down so hard on her bottom lip, I expect to see blood. “A-are you going to take your clothes off, too?”
There’s only a small thread of uncertainty in her voice, but I’m already moving. Cupping the sides of her face and kissing her, hard, long and steady. It’s seeking and finding, confessing and smoothing. Most important of all, it’s reassuring. After a moment of coaxing, she lets me feed my tongue into her mouth and it’s like being gifted with the Crown fucking Jewels, except she doesn’t taste like some inanimate object. She’s wet and giving and…vulnerable. For me. It serves as a shot of protectiveness and adrenaline, straight to my bloodstream.
When I pull away, I keep her close enough to rest our foreheads together. “No matter what comes out of my mouth, I know you’re Teresa. I respect you,” I whisper against her panting lips. “You’re going to work this little kink out on my lap so we know its flavor, woman. Understand?” She gasps into my kiss but is quick to participate, licking her tongue against mine. “Then I’m going to hold the door open for you on the way into that restaurant. Going to pull out your chair and dare anyone with a dick to look below your neck. I’m going to be the same man after you take off that dress for me.”
She shakes her head. “Why do I believe you?”
“I’m guessing it’s a gut feeling. Like the one I have about you.” Her eyes race over my face like she’s trying to solve a puzzle—and I can damn well relate. But there’s a second bone-deep instinct telling me we’re not ready to explore that part of what’s going on in our heads yet. We’re on our own unique path to get there and it involves one hurdle at a time. “To answer your question, no. My clothes stay on.” I fall back against the seat and settle both hands on her spread thighs. “You’re the one punching the clock.”
One tick passes. Two. Until finally she grips the hem of her dress, hesitates for a split second, and pulls it off over her head. I vaguely register her tossing it aside in a red flash, but I’m too busy needing to fuck Teresa until she can’t move after that. I’ve seen her bare thighs, seen her bouncy little tits. It has been voted on and decided that her face is the most spectacular part about her, mainly because it’s so curious and suspicious and sly and charming and everything in between. But the whole package put together?
She’s a gift from God.
I accept.
“From here on out, you’re mine.”
Her hands freeze on their way to my shoulders. “What?”
Pull back, man. She’s not there yet. I am, though, apparently, and my impulse is to demand she get there, too. The unknown secrets between us force me to check myself, though. “I want you and this body of yours on retainer.” I slide my hands up her thighs, stopping at her hips to pull her closer. “If I call, you show up. No questions asked. You spread your pretty thighs on the couch in my office and wait for me to unbuckle.”
Right in front of my eyes, her nipples turn into even tighter peaks, her knees shaking on either side of my lap. “I-I—uh…” She sucks in shallow, back-to-back breaths. “What do I get in return?”
Intuition tells me she doesn’t want to hear what I’d do in real life. That I’d fall like a starving man to my knees and eat her pussy, not giving a fuck if my employees heard her shrieking for mercy through the walls. No, right now she’s hot to be used, just like she told me—and I need to be the one who gives her that. “You get to keep the boss happy, whether it’s on your knees or on your back.” I tip my head toward the stacked pile of cash. “And I make it so you start wishing I’d call twice a day, which I damn well might, because you’ve got a sweet, young pussy on you. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” I look down to find a dark shadow on the front of her panties, and knowing she’s that damn wet makes me want to pound my chest. My dick is so full and aching, I’m about to break. To crack the fantasy in half. About to unzip my pants and tempt her to sit down on my cock with more of the filthy talk she so clearly loves. But she has something else in mind.
Both hands lift, fingers tangling in her long, dark hair. She looks me right in the eye as she slowly pops her hips left, right, left, right. If she’s challenging me to maintain eye contact, I fail after about five seconds, desperate to memorize the jiggle of her tits, those rosy points turning my mouth to a fucking desert, making my hands clench where they’ve fallen on the seat. I don’t know where to look, because she’s a goddamn feast of golden, glowing skin and sex and jack-off fodder. Lust is coating me like sizzling oil, pooling in my lap.
I rake a hand down my open mouth, not surprised to find I’m breathing like a bull during a rodeo…and I do it. I finally let myself look at her pussy. And the moan that rips from me is almost inhuman. “Ah, Christ. Those wet panties are sticking to you, baby. I can see the split of your lips.” She arches her back and moves faster, her knees sliding wider on the seat, bringing her mound within two inches of the fattened bulge beneath my zipper. “I can see how bad you want to grind down on it.”
Teresa sobs, the swaying movements of her body faltering. “Please. Yes.”
My hands cup her backside, kneading the naked flesh roughly. “No. Not this time.” Saying the words is painful, but I’m seeing this experiment through—to the very end—because she will know her needs are fulfilled by me. And fuck, it’s getting me off, too, because she’s shaking like a leaf, whimpering in her throat like she can’t take much more. “I’m paying you to dance.” My hand rains down a blow to her ass and she gasps. “Keep your soaking wet pussy up in the air above my cock where it belongs.”
“Please. Please. I’m…” She grabs on to the seat behind me, her hips moving in tight figure eights, making her tits bob, her thighs flex. Jesus, it’s getting hard to breathe, hard to restrain myself, hard to do anything but focus on getting her off. “I don’t know h-how, but I’m so close. If I could just—”
I reach between her thighs from behind and slap her pussy—smack—rolling her unfocused eyes back in her head. “You heard me the first time. If you grind your cunt down where it hasn’t been invited, your mouth is going to pay the price.”
Her knees try to squeeze closed, but they can’t, because my thighs are blocking them. We both stare down at her soaked panties, straight through to the pussy beneath, that sways left to right above my brutal erection. “I-I…what is it? The price.”
The way she licks her lips tells me she knows exactly what it is. “You’re going to find out if you can’t help being a bad girl.”
“I can’t,” she whispers, lowering another inch. “I can’t.”
A growl builds deep in my chest, a bead of sweat rolling down my spine. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I want her to drop that appetizing pussy on my cock and ride herself to an orgasm on it through my pants. Just thinking about it is causing precome to dribble from my tip in anticipation of my balls emptying for Teresa. Like they did last night. And again this morning in the shower. My hand and imagination were a billion miles from the real thing—and she’s so real, shaking and whimpering and attempting to dance above me, I know I’m wrecked for anyone else.
Sensing she needs a final push, I reach over and pluck several hundred-dollar bills off the door handle. One by one, I tuck them under the thin side strap of her thong, memorizing the way her head falls back, mouth open, hips writhing. By the time I’m finished, there’s so much green around her hips, it looks like she’s wearing a short, ripped skirt. There’s literally a half-inch separating her from my erection now and I have to clench my teeth together to stop from thrusting up and ending the agony. “Don’t you dare.” I run my palms up her thighs. “Don’t you dare go any lower. I don’t care how hard your little clit is throbbing inside those panties. I don’t care how good it would feel to have something fat and firm against it.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Please,” she cries out, her thighs sliding the final distance wider. And then she’s finally seated on my lap, her pupils dilated, mouth dropped open.
Yes. Heat swarms my balls, my cock jerking at the soft but demanding friction. “Oh God. Oh shit,” she whispers brokenly, burying her face in the crook of my neck. “I n-need this. Just, just, please…”
Flush against me, every part of us touching, her hips begin pumping hard, dragging her hot flesh up and down my aching cock. She’s like the goddess of flexibility, her thighs so wide, she’s doing the goddamn splits right on top of me, giving me such insane pressure and—Jesus, the rubbing—a ragged moan scrapes up my throat and fills the car.
“I’m going to come.” Her eyes meet mine and she looks so exhilarated, shocked and turned on, I forget how to speak. “Feels so good. You’re so hard.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I grit out, grabbing her ass in both hands and pulling her drenched juncture tight to my dick. No way to stop myself, I punch my hips up again and again, listening to the scream build in her throat. “I’m going to need this pussy for house calls, too. It’s worth its weight in gold.”
Teresa sucks in a breath and goes off, her body trembling violently, her hands twisting in the material covering my shoulders. “Oh. Oh. Will. Jesus.”
She bears down on me, twisting, hips spasming. Heat leaks through my fly. I feel her teeth sink into my neck, an involuntary search for anchor, and I feel like a God, knowing she found it in me. In my body. “There you go, baby. Thought I’d let you get on a bus? No. No. Fuck that. Mine.”
I’m not sure if she hears me—hears anything—but when her head lifts and our eyes lock, there’s no discussion about prices or penalties. Or what happens next. She can feel how bad I need release. Hell, she just rode it like a prize horse. And my jaw is about to shatter, sweat bathing my forehead, so I’m pretty damn sure I look like a man possessed. I sound like one, too, as Teresa positions herself beside me on the seat, bent forward, sweet ass in the air. Our hands collide, trying to get my pants unzipped and my cock out. Only takes five seconds, but might as well be centuries.
So, she doesn’t make me wait longer than necessary, this incredible girl with the warm, welcoming mouth that slides halfway down my length on her first suck, sending my fist up to punch the ceiling. “Yeah. Fuck yeah, woman. Just like that.” I bury my fists in her hair, twisting the silk around my knuckles and wrists. “Suck my motherfucking dick.”
Her hands join the action, twisting down to my base, followed by her eager mouth. So I give her my touch, too, scraping my palm down her arched back, stopping to squeeze her ass like I own it, before venturing between her thighs.
“Fuck, you wet little thing. You want more?” The vibrations from her affirmative answer echo down my cock, so I don’t hesitate to sink my middle finger inside her, twisting it to search for her G-spot. When I encounter that rough patch, her body jolts and she moans, her mouth sinking down lower on me. “You can take more when you’re grateful, is that right?” I abuse the spot with the pad of my finger, watching her thighs dance around with a second climax. “Couldn’t take it for long, baby? That makes two of us. Get ready for mine.”
Pressure has already been mounting like a raging river caught behind a dam inside me, but saying the words out loud seems to give my body permission to set loose the fire Teresa stokes. My stomach muscles seize, blood pounding in my head—and Christ, pleasure spears me like a weapon, robbing me of my ability to do anything but groan like a depraved bastard. I let go of her hair in case she doesn’t want to swallow, but I think I’m chanting at her to drink me down, my body heaving its way through the best peak of its life.
I’m not sure how much time passes before Teresa sits up, her hair and clothes in disarray, eyes wide. If she’s feeling anything like me, she just got hit by a train and doesn’t know where she landed. I don’t want her to feel like that—ever—especially with me. So I hold my arms open and after a deep breath, she falls into them, sighing in a content way when I arrange her sideways on my lap.
That’s when we notice Southpaw watching us from the hood of the car, with an expression that could only be described as disappointment in our self-control.
“What’s it going to take to forget what you saw here?” I ask, before dropping my voice to what I imagine is how a Great Dane would speak. “The ribeye. Rare. And this all goes away.”
Her bright, clear laugh makes my chest feel tight. Makes me wish I’d never called New York to order her background check. Because the longer I spend with Teresa, the more I need her to trust me. If I didn’t need to trust her in return just as much, I’d call off the intrusive exercise and wait.
Wait for her to tell me her secrets, instead.
But as I watch her get dressed and notice the tension creep back into her shoulders, the solemn expression stealing the smile from her face, I know I can’t call off a damn thing.