Chapter Two
Ria couldn’t believe how hard her pussy clenched at the hitman’s words. A trickle of wetness began its slow trek into her panties, dampening them and reminding her how long it had been since she’d had sex. At least three years, and that had only been a weekend fling with some cute Anglo guy down on South Padre Island.
But this big cabrón was making her wet just by talking. He loomed over her, daring her to try something. She knew he didn’t need a gun with her. All he had to do was put one meaty hand around her throat and squeeze until she went still. The biggest, baddest ride in town.
But he didn’t want to kill her, at least not yet. He intended to fuck her first. And as insane as her brain thought that was, her pussy was totally on board. “I, I don’t—”
“Yes, you do,” he purred, moving even closer until her breasts were touching his chest. His groin brushed her stomach and she could feel something hard and long pressing against her. A hysterical thought drifted across her mind: is that a Glock in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
“See, I know women like you, cher,” he continued, his southern drawl more pronounced now. “You think what you want is a nice guy, someone who’ll fuck you with the lights off and kiss your ass and buy you a castle because that’ll make you feel safe. But you don’t want that, not really.”
She dredged up enough saliva to form words. “You think you know me?”
“Yeah.” His irises expanded, pushing the blue back to a thin ring around a pool of black. “Safe is boring, baby girl. You’ll be safe when you’re dead. You need to live a little while you still can, and a nice guy can’t help you with that. But I can.”
Dios mio. Her nipples ached from the contact against his chest and her panties were drenched, she was so turned on. But she shook her head. “I don’t want you.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” He shocked her by dropping to his knees, wedging them between her feet and forcing her legs to stay open. Even kneeling, his head was level with her stomach, and he nuzzled her there. “Or they would be if they were dry. Lord, cher, I can smell you right through this skirt, you’re so wet.”
She sucked in a breath as his hands slid up the outside of her legs, pushing her skirt up. Any moment he was going to see the liquid stain of what he did to her. “Don’t, please,” she pleaded, trying to push his hands away.
His fingers were warm and firm on her skin as they reached the elastic of her panties and slid under it. “Hands against the wall, baby girl. I’m gonna bury my tongue in that sweet pussy of yours, whether you like it or not.” He chuckled. “Although I think you’re gonna like it.”
She hissed at the sudden pressure across her hip as he tore her underwear off. He let the shreds drop to the floor and finished pushing up her skirt, taking in her trimmed mound. “Nice. I appreciate a little hair down there. Makes me feel like I’m loving a woman, not a doll.” He ran his lips over her curls, taking in a deep breath. “Oh, yeah. Hot and tangy, just the way I like it.”
She squeaked when he shoved one thigh over his thick shoulder, opening her even more. He blew a breath across her exposed pussy lips, already wet from her arousal, then ran the flat of his tongue up them, finishing off with a flicking lick over her clit. More flames flashed up through her lower belly and she moaned, letting her head thump back against the wall.
He was too big, she couldn’t stop him. It wasn’t wrong to give in, to let herself enjoy this. All she could do was stand there and let him worship her pussy with his lips and tongue. And Dios, he ate her like he was a starving man and she was a feast, sucking and nibbling her inner lips before sealing his mouth over her clit and lashing it with his tongue. The sensation was too good, too strong, and she shoved a fist against her mouth to muffle a cry.
He backed off a bit, lapping her wet flesh softly before sliding a thick finger inside her. This time her fist didn’t stop the cry, and she wailed softly as he massaged her inner pussy walls. His tongue returned to her clit, fluttering slowly over it.
Then he touched something inside her that sent bright streaks across her vision. She swallowed a scream, her free hand searching for something and landing on his hair. Some last shred of sanity told her not to pull. Instead she ran her fingers through the straight, thick strands, stroking him and using him to ground herself at the same time.
A soft purr that made her thighs tremble indicated his approval, and the finger inside her began to rub gentle circles on that amazing spot. His tongue picked up speed on her clit, sending bursts of impossible pleasure skittering across her nerve endings. She was trapped between his tongue and his finger, unable to escape either one and forced to enjoy the exquisite torture he was inflicting on her.
He slid in a second finger, stretching her wider and setting off yet another flare of sensual fire. She was going to come so hard, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, nothing but ride it out—
She screamed as her orgasm tore through her like a hurricane, ripping her out of mundane life and thrusting her bodily into heaven. Her muscles clamped down hard on his fingers, craving that thick pressure inside her. In response he sucked her entire clit into his mouth, rubbing the flat front of his teeth across the bundle of nerves. She wailed again, knees buckling, and he shoved his shoulders between her thighs, holding her against the wall with his own body as he continued to lick and suck.
She was seconds from begging him to stop when he pulled away, breathing hard and grinning up at her. “Sweet as a peach. I could eat you all day and twice on Sundays, baby girl.”
His words sent shivery aftershocks rolling through her. He felt them and guided her down the wall until she was straddling his knees, arranging her limp arms around his shoulders and guiding her head to rest in the crook of his neck. This was totally insane. She’d just had the best orgasm of her life riding the mouth of a man who had killed her boss not an hour ago.
“I don’t believe you just did that,” she panted.
His soft laugh was warm on her ear. “Told you I could be persuasive. And if you think that was good, cher, imagine what else I could do for you.”
He pressed her hips closer, making her ride the ridge in his pants. She imagined it thick and red, ribboned with veins and a drop of salty pre-cum sitting like a pearl in the tiny eye. “Feel that?” he murmured, his voice dropping into a sexy growl that made her still-quivering pussy clench. “It’s all for you. I’m gonna take you to bed and make you come at least two more times, and that is a guarantee.”
She groaned as his bulge rubbed across her clit. “You make me come two more times like that, you won’t have to shoot me. I’ll die from pure pleasure.”
He leaned back to look at her. The coldness from the office was gone, replaced by a hot little glint of desire. “That sounds like a challenge to me, baby girl. And I do love a challenge.”
He lifted her, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he got to his feet, hands cupping her ass securely. “Where’s your bedroom?”
Oh, what the hell. There are worse ways to die. She nodded at the door on the angled wall. “Through there.”
****
The bedroom was as small and neat as the rest of the place, Colton noted, with a Mission-style queen bed in light pine, matching nightstands and a chest of drawers. Ria had hung a Chinese parasol on the wall over the bed, but the rest of the walls were blank. The only other decoration was a framed picture, a family shot from the look of it, on the nightstand.
The blandness of her apartment said a lot about his hot little secretary. It wasn’t a home so much as it was a temporary resting place, somewhere she could leave at a moment’s notice and not look back. He tried to puzzle it out as he put her down next to the bed, but her tits slid along his chest and abs, distracting him. Screw it. I’ve got better things to think about right now.
Once he was sure she could stand under her own steam, he got to work on unbuttoning her blouse. Under it was more tan skin and a lacy white bra that molded two ripe mounds, her nipples stiff little points pushing through the delicate fabric. Tossing the blouse to the floor, he traced the soft skin along the upper edges of the cups, enjoying the way it made her shiver.
Pretty as it was, that scrap of fabric had to come off. He unhooked the clasp in back and pulled the bra free, his mouth watering at the sight of her teardrop breasts with their dark areolae and pebbled nipples. He couldn’t resist bending down and taking one into his mouth, sliding an arm around her lower back to hold her in place while he licked the firm nub.
A soft spill of Spanish danced through the air, close enough to Acadian French that he could get the gist of it. She didn’t want him to stop. That was just fine with him. He switched his attention to the other nipple, his finger coming up and tracing circles around the abandoned one. Shifting his weight, he urged her back onto the mattress, joining her and kissing a wandering spiral path over both breasts. Her skin was warm velvet against his lips, and she smelled so good he seriously wondered if he was going to come in his pants before he got a chance to get inside her.
He leaned up for a moment, taking her in. Her face was flushed and damp, and her eyes had that glossy haze of need that he loved to see on a woman. Her lips were slightly parted, full and ripe. It reminded him he hadn’t properly kissed her yet, apart from that little lip lock in the office, and wasn’t that a damn shame?
He braced a hand on either side of her shoulders and bent down to claim her mouth. Christ, her lips were so soft, and they opened like she belonged to him. Her tongue rose to meet his, teasing him and pulling him in further.
He fumbled at the waistband of her skirt, finally finding the little zipper that held it closed. Pulling it down, he slid his hand inside the waistband and ran it across the soft skin of her stomach. His fingers could just touch the crisp curls on her mound. He toyed with them, working his middle finger down until he could tap the very top of her slit.
She broke the kiss with a gasp. “Do that again.”
He did, adding a double tap this time. She made a happy little noise, arching her back and pressing her hips into his touch. “Oh, yeah. I like that, papi.”
“Good.” But he definitely needed more room to maneuver. He pulled his hand out, tugging at her rucked skirt. “Take this off, baby girl.”
Obediently she wiggled out of it, sprawling naked across her bedspread. He gazed at her in admiration, drinking in her beauty. “Letting a woman like you wear clothes is a downright sin. You’re meant to be as bare as Eve, and just as beautiful.”
“Thank you. I think.” She poked at him with a toe. “So why are you still dressed?”
She had a point. Kicking off his shoes, he skinned out of his shirt and tie, then paused with a hand on his belt buckle. “Hold on.”
He slid the gun out from its holster, considering the room. Leaving it on the bedside table where she could reach it was asking for trouble, but putting it on the dresser was farther than he liked. He compromised by pushing down his pants and briefs in one tangled bundle, leaving them on the floor and placing the gun on top. His newly released cock bobbed and he swore he heard the damn thing sigh in relief.
Ria’s eyes widened as she took in his pride and joy. “Mierda. What are you, part bull?”
“Bullheaded, according to my momma.” He wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing firmly. The veins stood out even more and the head swelled, looking like a dark red mushroom over the thick shaft. “Told you I’m gonna make you come at least two more times. And this is gonna help me do just that.”
She squirmed on the soft bedspread, staring at him as she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together. “I don’t know. That thing’s a monster.”
“Don’t worry about a thing. Remember, I had my tongue in your pussy. I know you can take it.” He slipped a hand between her thighs, urging them wider and paddling his fingers in the sticky wetness coating her outer pussy lips. She was tight, yeah, but she wasn’t a virgin. As long as he went slow and let her get used to him, it would be all right.
He rolled between her legs, letting his cock rest in her warm cleft as he push-dragged it across her clit. Her eyes closed in pleasure and he was tempted to do the same, but it was too sweet watching her react to him. She coated him in her wetness, and he was about to slide back and start easing his way in when her eyes flew open. “Wait. Condom.”
“Damn. Hold on.” Rolling to the edge of the bed, he fumbled for his wallet and the three-pack he always kept there. Pulling one of the squares free, he opened it and fished out the XL condom, rolling it down over his aching shaft.
Getting back into position, he reached down and guided the tip of his latex-covered cock between her pussy lips into the tightest, most luscious squeeze he’d felt in a while.
She sucked in a breath, wincing at the stretch. Fighting his eagerness, he slowed down, letting her get used to his girth. Inch by inch, he buried himself inside her until he was balls deep. Fuck, she was all things a woman was supposed to be—hot, tight, and perfect. “Good?”
Her hips rolled experimentally, and she gave him a slow, sweet smile. “Uh-huh.”
“Thank Christ, because my damn head’s about to explode.” He pulled out, relishing the cling of her muscles around his cock before thrusting back in. Her wetness added a nice touch of lube inside the condom and soon he was pumping in a slow, regular stroke, experimenting with angles and seeing what worked the best.
Her head suddenly jerked back and she gasped happily. God bless the G spot. He made note of the angle and spread his thighs for leverage, flexing his ass muscles and making sure the head of his cock rubbed over that magic patch inside her. She crooned as she wrapped her legs around his thighs, digging her heels into the backs of his knees and holding on while giving him enough room to thrust. He kissed her again, long and lingering this time. She tasted as delicious as she smelled, warm and sweet like peaches with a hint of cinnamon.
The truth smacked into him, impossible to ignore. He couldn’t kill her, not without putting a stake through what was left of his own heart. Ria Guzman was made for him, dammit. And he was going to keep her, no matter what.
“Yeah, papi, just like that,” she muttered, slipping back into passionate Spanish that he thought could be translated as Fuck me hard and don’t stop until I say so.
Colton grinned, happy now that the decision was final. He picked up the pace, rocking deeper into her and letting that electric tingle build. They were both sweating now, even with the A/C blowing over their bodies, and he could hear the slapping of his balls as they bounced against her ass.
Even with the condom the sensation of being buried inside her was almost too good, bringing him to the verge of coming faster than he liked. He tried thinking about the Saints’ latest game, something that usually pissed him off enough to keep him from blowing early. Fuck if I’m gonna come before she does. He had a promise to keep.
Shifting until the bulk of his weight was on his left forearm, he reached down between their flexing bodies and found her clit, strumming it lightly with his finger. Her neck arched, and seconds later he felt her inner muscles flutter and clench around his cock as she came. He kept stroking her as the buzz at the base of his spine turned into a molten flame, shooting through his cock and out into the latex sheath. He bellowed happily, thrusting deep until his balls felt like they were going to turn inside out.
Breathing heavily, he leaned down and kissed her again. “Hellfire, baby girl. You’re perfect.”
She blinked at him, dazed and grinning. “You’re not bad yourself, papi.”
Much as he wanted to, he couldn’t stay inside her. Sliding out, he peeled off the condom, knotting it and tossing it onto the nightstand. With that done, he turned them until they were lying lengthwise on the bed, his head on her pillow and her head on his chest, arm splayed across his stomach. She fit in his arms like a puzzle piece clicking into place.
He grinned at the ceiling. I am well and truly screwed. And I’m loving every minute of it.
She nestled in closer, playing with his chest hair. “So, that’s two orgasms,” she murmured. “You make me come again and I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“That’s fine with me. We’ll stay in bed.” His lazy glance fell on the framed picture next to her bed. It had been taken a while ago, judging by Ria’s shorter hair and the University of Texas t-shirt she wore. Her arm was around a handsome Hispanic man with a lean build and dark eyes that didn’t match the smile on his face.
Colton blinked. He knew that face. “Cher, who’s that man in the picture?”
She leaned over him, peering at it. “That’s my brother Carlos. It was taken at Six Flags when I was still in college.”
His post-sex high blew apart. “Your brother is Carlos Salazar?”
Ria twisted so that her chin rested on his chest. “You know him?”
“I know of him.” Everyone in his line of work knew about Carlos Salazar. His sweet little baby girl was sister to one of the most powerful gang leaders in the US. If he’d known that, he never would’ve touched her. Shit, he wouldn’t have gone near the damn office unless he was sure she’d taken the day off. Fuck me running and catch me with a chain saw. “I thought your last name was Guzman.”
She shook her head, pivoting her chin on his chest. “It’s my mom’s maiden name. I took it when I started working for Freddy Ray. He said it was a good way to keep the cops from sniffing around.”
Colton wanted to groan. So Freddy Ray knew who she really was, which meant his client had to know as well. Did that asshole set me up? If he had offed Carlos Salazar’s sister, even accidentally, he would have had every member of Muerte De Oro gunning for his ass until one of them managed to put him six feet under.
A cold determination settled in Colton’s gut. He didn’t appreciate clients trying to fuck him over, and he really didn’t like the thought of Ria getting involved in it. Whether she liked it or not, he was getting her the hell out of Dallas before she wound up in real trouble.
Or worse, dead.