Chapter Two

Eve threw open the back door and stepped outside. Her heart leaped in her throat when she saw the shadowed figure. Her heart had already been pounding out of control with the thought of selling her body. At this rate, she was going to have a heart attack. She lurched back toward the door but cursed as it slammed shut in her face. She turned back to the figure and squared her shoulders back. “What the fuck do you want?”

The body stepped into the light of the lone sodium lamp that hung over the back door, revealing the hottie she was supposed to meet at the motel. He held up his hands in mock surrender. “It’s just me.”

She clenched her hands on her hips. “I said I’d meet you across the street.”

“I know you did. But I wasn’t sure if I should escort you across the street. I mean, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Escort me across the street? That’s cute.”

She could see the hint of a snarl on his face. “Sorry. This is my first time. It’s not like they hand out a fucking manual for this.”

“It’s your first time paying for sex?”

“It’s the first time I’ve had sex. Well, except…” His words trailed off. She could see him turn his head away.

“With yourself?”

“Are we doing this or not?” he snapped.

Eve fought back a smile. How the hell was this guy a virgin? He was as cute as a puppy but sexy as sin. “Of course. I’m sorry.” She held her hand out to him. “I’m Eve.”

He took her hand in his. “Micah.”

There was a moment they stared at each other. The touch of his hand set her on fire. She barely got out a squeak as he pulled her to him, his mouth enveloping hers. She arched her body against him, her curves searching for the hard, muscular planes of his body. She trembled as her hip grazed his cock. Her hands roamed as his lips moved to the curve of her neck. Her brain screamed for her to stop. She hadn’t sunk this low. She couldn’t go through with this. Her body ignored her, surrendering to his touch.

“Do you have something to cover that monster between your legs?” she murmured between gasps.

“My kind don’t need protection. We don’t catch shit like that.”

“Hot, sexy guys you mean? Because I know a few who have STDs.”

He nipped at her earlobe. “Just trust me.”

She wasn’t sure if she wrapped her legs around his hips or if he lifted her. She was just aware of the rough brick of the club against her back. He rocked hard into her over and over as he held her close. She whimpered and then cried out as he stroked her into an orgasm, her body igniting in the cool fall breeze. She had been with a couple of guys she sort of dated but they never got her to orgasm. Ever. Yet this dude had already sent her over the edge, and they still had their clothes on. She tried to pull herself together. This sure as hell couldn’t professional. Not that she knew. She could only guess. When he nipped at her jugular, she gripped him closer with every muscle in her body.

Micah slipped a hand between them to fumble with the button on her jeans. She clenched at his touch as another wave tore through her. They cursed together.

“Fucking button,” he muttered.

“Motel,” she gasped.

He looked up at her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. “I need you deep inside me now.”

He cocked a grin at her. “Wow. I love the dirty talk.”

“Shut up, you bastard. It’s not dirty talk. You’re a fucking liar. You can’t be a virgin. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I need you. Now. Please.”

He pulled free from her hands and buried his mouth into the curve of her neck. She clung to him as she teetered on another rush. “Micah, please.”

“I like begging.”

“Fuck you.”

He slowly set her on her feet, making sure she felt every inch of his erection as she hit the ground. She shuddered. That thing was going to be inside her soon, and it was going to split her in two. None of the guys she’d ever laid eyes on was that big. There was no way a condom could sheathe that monster. It was one of Deacon’s rules. No unprotected sex. She had heard him literally beat it into the girls who turned tricks before he sent them out. At the moment, though, she didn’t care. What Deacon didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

He took her hand in his and led her across the highway to the motel. He had to feel her shaking like a leaf. She was acting like the fucking newbie she was. He squeezed her hand. When she turned back she saw him smile. She cocked her head and winked at him. Maybe she was a newbie, but he didn’t have to know that.

They stopped in front of a red painted door. The curtains blocked her view of the tiny room. She fidgeted from one foot to the other, grinding the balls of her feet into the cement. The girls who hooked would talk about their johns while they all got ready to perform. A girl got the first hint at the character of a man who hired her by how clean and organized he was when he traveled. The neat ones were gentlemen. The slobs liked to play dirty. Eve bit back a sigh. She sure hoped he was a slob.

She watched Micah as he dug in his pocket and pulled free a key hooked to an old piece of warped plastic by a paper clip. He let a chuckle escape as he slipped the key into the doorknob and turned. “Can’t remember the last time I used a key at a hotel.”

Eve grinned at him. “Well, the place isn’t known for its five-star accommodations. Typically folks only need a room for an hour or so. No reason to get comfy.”

“I take it you’ve been here before.”

She smirked at him. “Just open the door.”

He shoved the door open. “Got it.”

Micah held the door open for her, his fingertips grazing her ass as she passed. She caught his hand in hers and tugged him along, letting the door slam shut behind them. He stopped, snapping his arm back to bring her back to him. Eve opened her mouth as her brain spat out instructions. She needed to lay down ground rules once she remembered them. Oral sex was an extra hundred. Absolutely nothing went in her ass. She knew girls who would let a guy go there. She wasn’t one of them. And she got paid up front. No negotia…

His mouth enveloped hers, and she lost all train of thought. She melted against him as he wrapped his strong arms around her. She tangled her tongue with his as the desire that consumed her at the club turned into an inferno.

Micah pulled his kiss away enough to mumble. “Do I pay you now?”

“Fuck the money. I need you inside me.”

“My pleasure.” He tipped her chin up to feast on the curve of her neck. Eve whimpered and then groped for the hem of her T-shirt. She pulled it up past her breasts and then reached behind her back to let her bra loose. She needed that magical mouth on her breasts, his teeth scraping against her sensitive nubs. She shook at the thought.

She gasped as strong fingers flicked the closures to release them. They trailed down her back and inside her jeans to caress her ass. She didn’t know if it was intentional or not, but one long digit brushed against her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her hips bucked against him.

“You’re wet.”

“You are a fucking liar. You aren’t a virgin.”

Micah pulled his hand free. He scooped her up around his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground against his erection. She heard his groan muffled against her shoulder as he carried her to the empty dresser and set her on it. She lifted her arms for him to strip her bra and shirt off her.

Micah kissed her as he undid her jeans. He slipped a couple of fingers inside her and rocked them in and out slowly. “I told you I’ve never been with a woman.”

Eve gasped as the tension slowly built in her belly. She clung to the edge of the dresser as she parted her legs farther. “Then where the hell did you learn this?”

His lips wandered to her neck again. “Porn.”

Eve’s breath quickened to a pant. She felt her skin dampen with sweat. “This isn’t necessary.”

Micah’s gaze locked with hers as he kept thrusting his fingers inside of her. “Yes, it is. Watching you come apart is beautiful.”

“I’m not going to come apart.”

“Really?” Micah rubbed his thumb on her clit as he clamped his teeth on one of her nipples and sucked. Eve screamed as she bucked against his hand, the rush overpowering and dragging her under.

She grabbed hold of the waistband of his jeans. “Micah, please,” she pleaded.

“I like it when you beg.”

“Shut up and fuck me. Please.”

“Do you do this for every guy who pays to have sex with you?”

Eve grunted in frustration as she pulled him to her and undid his pants. He didn’t need to know he was her first paying customer. She slid a hand in his briefs and caressed his cock. He cursed under his breath as he slid his jeans and underwear to his ankles. She took in the sight of him naked. It blew her away. Greek gods had nothing on this guy. He was perfectly sculpted. He had just the right amount of ink etched into his skin. He was simply the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. And what was hanging between his legs? It made her moan in anticipation.

He gripped her jeans and tugged at them to pull them off. She wanted to say something dry and sarcastic. His virgin was showing. Did he expect he was going to magically free them when they were still tightly wrapped around her ass? But the need that flooded her, coupled by the image of the man between her legs, robbed the words from her throat. Instead, she lifted herself up and wiggled to help rid herself of her clothes. She pushed her own undies away and kicked them to the floor.

Micah wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her to the edge of the dresser. Eve barely had a chance to wrap her legs around his hips before he rocked into her, filling her with one thrust. She whimpered as she clung to him. He filled every aching part of her. She gazed into his smoky brown eyes behind his thick lenses and wove her fingers in his thick, dark hair as she surrendered to him.

He growled as he dug deeper, his large palms cupping her ass to drive him farther. Another rush of fire burned through her as she peaked again. Before tonight, she could count how many times a man made her orgasm on one hand. With Micah, she lost track.

She listened to his breath deepen as his pace picked up. His focus on her never broke as each stroke was slower, more deliberate. Another knot twisted in her belly as she felt him grow thicker, stretching her farther. He broke his gaze as he knotted his hand in her hair and pulled her head aside to expose her neck. Eve clenched his ass to pull him closer as he nipped her jugular with his teeth. She wanted him deep inside her as he released. If she could bury him in her soul, she would.

He cussed as he throbbed. The heat filled her, setting loose another bone-shattering orgasm. He let go of her hair to hold her close as his hips slowed. She hugged him to her. Her cold, hard common sense demand she run. Whatever just happened wasn’t sex. It was far more intense, spiritual. She couldn’t get attached to this man. She couldn’t with any man. Love wasn’t an option for her. And no other john would compare to him. Deacon owned her for sure now. She was fucked.

She looked up into his dark, warm eyes and sighed. She lifted herself up carefully to kiss him, very aware his thick cock was still inside her.

“How much is it to keep you here?” he murmured.

“Nothing.” She kissed him again. “It’s on the house.”

He kissed her as he picked her up off the dresser and carried her to the bed. He pulled free just before he laid her on the mattress. She hated the void he left inside her. She needed more. She craved more. Where the hell is this coming from? I’ve never needed a guy this bad.

As he kneeled on the bed and descended on her, she reached up and touched the frames of his glasses. “Let’s take these off before they get broken.”

Micah grinned. “Planning on getting rough?”

“I like it rough.”

“Leave them there. I’ll take the risk.”

She softly kissed him. The feel of his lips on hers stirred her hunger for more of him. “Why would you do that?”

“I can’t see shit without them. And I don’t want to miss any of your beauty.”

She moaned. “Smooth talker, huh?”

He nudged her legs apart and dipped his hips until his tip slid inside her. “Only truth.”

She groaned at the invasion. His cock. His incredible cock. She pressed her hand against his chest before he could move. “Don’t. Stop.”

He pulled back, leaving her empty. His voice was a low rumble. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Eve reached down until her fingers were wrapped around his erection. “I want this in my mouth.”

“And you?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

Micah cocked a grin at her and then stretched out over her again. He guided her hand to her swollen, sensitive flesh until he was embedded inside her again. “Trust me? I promise those pretty lips will have something to suck in a bit. I want to hear you scream my name again.”

She let go of him and then wrapped her fingers around his ass to encourage him. He thrust hard into her, each stroke deeper and stronger. The man made good on his word. She thrashed beneath him as the pleasure rushed through her. No man ever made her experience ecstasy like he did. As the last wave burned through her, she cried out. “Micah. Oh fuck, Micah.”

He nibbled on her ear as she settled from her orgasm. She became quickly aware that he was still hard as a rock. “You didn’t?” she questioned breathlessly.

“You wanted something to suck.” Micah pulled free from her. “I’ll go clean up.”

Eve pushed him onto his back before he could stand. She climbed over him, running her hands up his legs. “Don’t bother.”

Micah settled back against the pillows with a smug smile on his face. “As you wish.”

Eve wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly pumped her fist up and down. She watched his face as she caressed his sac. He threw his head back against the headboard as he groaned. She laughed as she ran her tongue up his length to the tip, licking the drops of precum budding there. The taste of them together on his flesh made her crazy. She forgot why she was there. Whatever this force was on her, it stole every thought from her mind.

She enveloped him in her mouth and softly sucked. She lifted her gaze to watch him. Micah wove his fingers in her hair as he bucked his hips, driving him farther into her mouth. Hearing the guttural moan from his throat, seeing his eyes closed as he surrendered to her drove her wild. She sucked him in deeper until his tip hit the back of her throat.

Micah bucked again, causing her to gag. Her eyes watered. His eyes opened to slits as he let her go. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Eve wiped a little drool from her lip. “Nothing to apologize for. It’s a natural reaction.” She pumped his cock with her fist again. “But I’m not finished yet.”

“Fuck. It’s the most incredible sensation I’ve felt, second only to fucking you.”

“Good. Baby, lie back and let me make you come.”

He slipped his fingers into her hair again and led her mouth back to his cock. She gripped his hips and held his ass to the bed to stop him from thrusting. She wanted to give her little virgin pleasure, not let him take it. She stretched her jaw as he swelled, trying to accommodate as much of him as she could. She let go of his hip to fondle his sac.

Micah near shouted a string of curse words as he came, his rush nearly flooding Eve. She swallowed fast to take as much of him as she could. She impressed herself when only a drop or two remained. She gently licked them from his skin.

Micah kept hold of Eve’s hair, using it to lead her to straddle his lap. “You’re fucking amazing.”

Eve kissed him, letting her lips linger on his. “I aim to please.”

He groaned. “That taste.”

“You, baby. Me. Both of us on my tongue.”

He gripped her closer, devouring her with a brutal kiss. His tongue lapped hers eagerly. She held his head in her hands as she returned his kiss just as hard.

She frowned as she felt his cock erect against her belly again. Eve instinctively ground herself against him as she gasped. She had no idea why. She lost control of her lust a long time ago. “How can you be hard again?”

Micah cocked an eyebrow at her. “Is it a problem?”

“Hell, no. But it’s not physically possible. Are you on drugs?”

“No. It’s hard to explain.”

“Try me.”

Micah wrapped a hand around himself. He grabbed her hip with his other and led her to it. Without a word, Eve impaled herself with him. He filled every aching crevice.

Micah caressed her ass as she rode him. “How about you stop asking what my cock is doing and just enjoy what it can do for you. Like make you scream my name one more time.”

Eve threw her head back as she trailed her hand up her rib to pinch her own nipple. “Oh, Micah. Baby, please. Micah, Micah,” were the last coherent words to escape her lips before another orgasm drowned her in its wake.

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The sound of air brakes on a semi-truck as it downshifted woke Eve out of a dead sleep. She kissed the shoulder that served as her pillow and then looked up at the man that it belonged to. Micah softly snored. She studied his face for a moment. His chiseled features were gentle but undeniably sexy. He was the kind of guy she would love to marry if marriage were an option for her.

“Get over it, Eve,” she muttered to herself. “No man is perfect. He probably beats his girlfriend or something. Or he lives in his mom’s basement. He’s hiding something. All men do.”

She kissed his shoulder once more before she pulled free from his embrace. She winced as she stood. She had never fucked a guy like that and her body was feeling it. She hobbled to her clothes and slowly pulled each piece on.

She picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Crossing the room, she stared at Micah sleeping peacefully. The craving deep inside her, the one that led her to dance for him at the club, demanded she strip and crawl back into bed with him. She frowned as she felt a vibration against her thigh. She reached into her purse to find her phone. Instead, she pulled out a wad of cash. She tugged the bills free as she counted them. “One hundred. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. One thousand.” She looked back to the man in the bed. He must have tucked it in there when she fell asleep. “Oh, baby. You sweet, sweet man. Fuck, why do you have to be like that? Why do you make me want you?”

She folded the cash and then kneeled beside the bed. She tucked it in his boot and then straightened again. She pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re going to make a great husband to a really lucky girl who deserves you. Bye, baby,” she whispered.

She felt her purse shake again. She dug through a few contents in her bag and pulled out her cell. She read the message on the screen.

Where the fuck are you? Get your ass back here with my money.

Eve sighed. Deacon. She shot a look at the boot. If she returned to the club without payment, Deacon would assume she chickened out. That she disobeyed him. She gazed at Micah. She couldn’t take his money. The night was more than a quick lay for pay. It was spiritual. It rocked her to her core. She hurried out the door, closing it behind her before she could change her mind.

She strode across the motel parking lot, ignoring the catcalls from the men who hung around outside. She didn’t slow her pace until she tossed aside the curtain that led backstage. She gasped as a hand gripped a tight hold of her upper arm and spun her around. She held her breath as her gaze met a pair of cold, black eyes. Another hand gripped around her throat.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Deacon demanded.

“Working,” Eve answered, her voice trembling.

Deacon let go of her neck and held his hand out silently. Eve tore her gaze away from him. He shook her hard with the hand still gripped tight around her arm and then held his hand out again. “Give me my money.”

“I couldn’t do it. I didn’t go,” Eve lied.

“What do you mean you didn’t go? Do you remember my threat? I will kill you, Eve. I will fucking spill your blood all over the floor of my club. And you’re one of my favorites, you know. I like having you in my bed.”

“I can’t do it, Deacon. I won’t let you own me,” Eve interjected.

She never saw Deacon’s fist until it struck her. Her cheek throbbed. Had he not had hold of her she would have flown across the room.

He pulled her to him until his nose touched hers. “You don’t seem to get it. I already own you. I want double what you lost me tonight. I’m leaving town for a couple of days to look for new girls. Spend that time dancing or on your back. Don’t make me need to replace you. Got it?”

Eve’s voice came out as a soft snarl. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He shook her one last time before shoving her away. “Go home. Rest. You’ll need it.”

Eve crumpled to the floor as she watched Deacon stroll away. The dream of the sexy stranger she spent the night with in the motel, of feeling pleasure she never imagined, faded away. Something inside her wanted Micah for her own. It could never happen. This was her reality. She was going to be Deacon’s whore for hire soon and nothing more. She owed him too much to be otherwise.

She slowly stood and tossed her hair back. She’d stopped crying after Deacon beat her years ago. She shot an icy glare at those around. They stared at her, wide-eyed, as normal. Rolling her shoulders back, she strode out of the club into the cool fall morning.