scratches on the other side of his face. The closer I examine it looks like someone clawed the shit out of him.
“Who is Argo?” My question comes out before I know it.
“My twin brother.”
“That cop?” The puzzle pieces flow together when the question leaves my lips.
“And if you ever see him again stay the fuck away, Bay.” Stew slings down a damp rag on the top of the bar. “He’s a cop but a fucking rat.”
A customer calls him away and I’m left standing between Van’s legs with his hand wrapped around my back. He snakes his hand under the back of my shirt clinging to my flesh. I try to focus on the wounds on his face and not the feel of him touching me.
“I’m an ex-con.” His words come out sad. “I served years for killing someone.”
I freeze staring into his cold blue eyes that have darkened a few shades to a navy blue. My palm is plastered to the side of his face, and I find my fingertips are digging into his skin.
“I didn’t do it, Bay. I was locked away for something I didn’t do. I’m no fucking angel and full of enough sin for the both of us, but I didn’t kill that man.”
“Okay.” I nod.
“I’ve sold drugs, stole, and fucking broke every single other law, but I didn’t kill that man. I was framed. My brother set me up.”
“The cop?”
He nods. “My identical twin.”
“I know you say you’re a bad guy, but you’ve only been my hero and well…” I pause blushing from the roots of my hair down to the tips of my toes. “My fantasy and dream.”
“I’ve killed before out of survival. I didn’t kill that guy.”
His lips crash down onto mine and I feel him leave behind a bite on my lower lip that pierces every single emotion within me. I’m up in the air before I have any clue what’s going on, and then I feel my back being pushed up against a wall.
When I look up, I see the lights have faded and he’s slipped both of us back into a dark hallway near the bar. It’s opposite of the stage and the dressing room for the girls, and most of the patrons.
The sound of his zipper going down and then him pulling and tugging on my little shorts all happen so fast, and I do nothing to stop him. I’m hungry to feel more of his skin on me. His lips move from my lips and go to sucking the skin on my neck.
“Let me take care of you, Van.” I push back on his broad shoulders. “Someone hurt you tonight. Let me help you. You’ve protected me for months now.”
I slide down slowly to my knees while continuing to talk.
“You’ve walked me home, helped me lock my door and been nothing but a fucking gentleman to me. It’s my turn to help out.”
His boxers come down easily with a simple tug. It only takes seconds before my lips wrap around his hardened shaft. A song by Nicki Minaj blares across the speakers out in the club. I know a stripper is out there giving the show of her life as I’m doing the same.
The song’s sexy beat only urges me forward sucking harder, cupping his balls, and letting the tip of his cock gag me. Van keeps up the rhythm with his hands clenched in my hair and pounds himself into my mouth. He’s not a gentleman. He takes what is offered before him and lets go in my mouth. His warm spray coats the back of my throat and I taste all of it, not letting an ounce of it go to waste.
When I stand to my feet and straighten out my top, I whisper in his ear but make sure it’s loud enough for him to hear me, “That’s the sweetest fucking taste I’ve ever tasted, and it’s all mine.”
His fingers dig into my ass as he hoists me up and whirls me around until my back is pressed up against the wall. He’s hard and ready again bobbing up against my center.
“How many men have you been with, Bay?”
I’d never lie to him.
“You and Gannon.”
“I’ve been with hundreds. Haven’t been with anyone since I tasted you in the other hallway.” He pauses, not wanting to finish his thought, but he does. “You’ve ruined me.”
I’m
“Who is Argo?” My question comes out before I know it.
“My twin brother.”
“That cop?” The puzzle pieces flow together when the question leaves my lips.
“And if you ever see him again stay the fuck away, Bay.” Stew slings down a damp rag on the top of the bar. “He’s a cop but a fucking rat.”
A customer calls him away and I’m left standing between Van’s legs with his hand wrapped around my back. He snakes his hand under the back of my shirt clinging to my flesh. I try to focus on the wounds on his face and not the feel of him touching me.
“I’m an ex-con.” His words come out sad. “I served years for killing someone.”
I freeze staring into his cold blue eyes that have darkened a few shades to a navy blue. My palm is plastered to the side of his face, and I find my fingertips are digging into his skin.
“I didn’t do it, Bay. I was locked away for something I didn’t do. I’m no fucking angel and full of enough sin for the both of us, but I didn’t kill that man.”
“Okay.” I nod.
“I’ve sold drugs, stole, and fucking broke every single other law, but I didn’t kill that man. I was framed. My brother set me up.”
“The cop?”
He nods. “My identical twin.”
“I know you say you’re a bad guy, but you’ve only been my hero and well…” I pause blushing from the roots of my hair down to the tips of my toes. “My fantasy and dream.”
“I’ve killed before out of survival. I didn’t kill that guy.”
His lips crash down onto mine and I feel him leave behind a bite on my lower lip that pierces every single emotion within me. I’m up in the air before I have any clue what’s going on, and then I feel my back being pushed up against a wall.
When I look up, I see the lights have faded and he’s slipped both of us back into a dark hallway near the bar. It’s opposite of the stage and the dressing room for the girls, and most of the patrons.
The sound of his zipper going down and then him pulling and tugging on my little shorts all happen so fast, and I do nothing to stop him. I’m hungry to feel more of his skin on me. His lips move from my lips and go to sucking the skin on my neck.
“Let me take care of you, Van.” I push back on his broad shoulders. “Someone hurt you tonight. Let me help you. You’ve protected me for months now.”
I slide down slowly to my knees while continuing to talk.
“You’ve walked me home, helped me lock my door and been nothing but a fucking gentleman to me. It’s my turn to help out.”
His boxers come down easily with a simple tug. It only takes seconds before my lips wrap around his hardened shaft. A song by Nicki Minaj blares across the speakers out in the club. I know a stripper is out there giving the show of her life as I’m doing the same.
The song’s sexy beat only urges me forward sucking harder, cupping his balls, and letting the tip of his cock gag me. Van keeps up the rhythm with his hands clenched in my hair and pounds himself into my mouth. He’s not a gentleman. He takes what is offered before him and lets go in my mouth. His warm spray coats the back of my throat and I taste all of it, not letting an ounce of it go to waste.
When I stand to my feet and straighten out my top, I whisper in his ear but make sure it’s loud enough for him to hear me, “That’s the sweetest fucking taste I’ve ever tasted, and it’s all mine.”
His fingers dig into my ass as he hoists me up and whirls me around until my back is pressed up against the wall. He’s hard and ready again bobbing up against my center.
“How many men have you been with, Bay?”
I’d never lie to him.
“You and Gannon.”
“I’ve been with hundreds. Haven’t been with anyone since I tasted you in the other hallway.” He pauses, not wanting to finish his thought, but he does. “You’ve ruined me.”
I’m
Similar Books
